───〃★ sincerely, me - intro | Geum seong-je x gn! reader
♪ now playing: ditto - newjeans ♫
An app that allows users to anonymously vent through letters and replies is gaining traction across audiences all over the world. Though he would never admit it, Geum Seong-Je was drawn to this app for personal reasons and meets you, an anonymous user countries away that he communicates with on the daily.
Warnings: Kind of a SMAU, Language, angst + fluff, mentions of suicide, mentions of self-harm, mental health, mentions of depression, violence, harassment, mentions of eating disorders, mentions of bulimia, unsafe coping mechanisms
Note: None of the warnings mentioned above are in the intro, but will be present in the actual chapter. The next part will not have this formatting. Heavily inspired by the 'Sincerely' app, which has saved my life multiple times. <3
helloo ! sorry to bother u but can you make a whc fluff of reader having an injury ( like a broken leg perhaps ? ) and how the boys would take care of them ? thank u so much !
───〃★ treacherous doctor | weak hero boys x gn! injured reader
♪ now playing: treacherous doctor - wallows ♫
Warnings: Blood, language, fluff
Word count: 2.5k
Featuring: Yeon Si-eun, Ahn Su-ho, Seo Jun-tae Go Hyun-tak, Park Hu-min, Geum Seong-je, Na Baek-jin
Note: Never be sorry for "bothering me". Ily guys. + I had a similar anonymous request, so I made a two in one :)
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ᯓ★ Yeon Si-eun broken leg
⭑ Si-eun notices there's something wrong before you even say anything about it.
⭑ If the two of you are close, he'll immediately bring it up, asking if you're alright in that quiet tone of his.
⭑ He's worried, knowing that most people he cares for end up getting hurt by his enemies, but once he finds out it was an injury from an accident, he settles down.
Si-eun's eyes avert from his textbook when he notices you walk into the classroom with a set of crutches.
"Are you okay?" Si-eun asks quietly, staring up at you from his seat. "What happened?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." You stop in front of him, shifting all of your weight on your good leg.
"I'm...sorry." he apologizes quietly, eyes zeroing in on your broken leg.
You tilt your head, confused. "Why're you sorry?"
Si-eun's gaze lifts back up to you, scanning you in a calculating manner. Si-eun tries to figure you out without having to ask.
"It's my fault you're hurt, like last time." his hand clenches onto the pen he was holding. "This is why I told you to stay away."
You're puzzled, trying to piece together how Si-eun could possibly be related to you falling down the stairs and breaking your leg, until it finally clicks. He thinks you got hurt through association.
"Oh, no! That's not it at all!" you quickly dismiss his earlier assumption. "I fell down the stairs and hurt my leg. It's not you, Si-eun."
Si-eun is physically dumbfounded, as seen on his face. The poor boy has gone through so much trauma that he can't help but think everything is his fault.
⭑ Si-eun's way of taking care of you includes a lot of commands. "Don't move", "keep your leg elevated, "sit down, I'll get it for you".
⭑ He will get you whatever you need from the store if you ask.
⭑ He will scold you and get irritated if you're constantly going against him. He will let out the deepest sigh from the depths of his soul when he comes back into your room to see you out of bed.
⭑ Takes advantage of your bedridden injury and forces you to get school work done since you really don't have anything else important to be doing.
ᯓ★ Ahn Su-ho busted lip
⭑ When Su-ho notices your split lip, there's immediate anger. His first assumption was that someone had hit you.
⭑ Su-ho is usually very laid-back, but seeing that you're hurt in any way worries him greatly. You've never seen him so pissed off before.
⭑ He inspects every area of your face, continuously asking who did that to you.
⭑ When you tell him it was an accident and that you busted your lip when you fell, he immediately chills out, acting like he wasn't on the verge of a crash out.
"What happened to your face?" You didn't get a chance to properly enter the classroom when Su-ho was already in front of you.
His hand flies to your chin, tilting it upwards to inspect the wound.
"Damn it..." he grunts.
"It looks worse than it actually is," you try to calm him down.
"Who hit you?" he drops his hand, staring down at you with a fiery intensity in his eyes that demands to know who put their hands on you.
"Su-ho, I'm fin-"
"Who was it?"
You started to get annoyed. He wasn't taking the time to listen to your explanation because he was so sure someone laid their hands on you.
“Nobody hit me.”
He scoffs. “Mhm.” That was not the response of someone who believes you.
You fight back a blush threatening to form on your face, embarrassed. “I was walking up the stairs and missed a step. I tripped and... I fell on my face.
His eyes narrow slightly. "You fell on your face?"
You nod, not wanting to speak about the unfortunate event any further. He stares back for another second before loosening his grip a little, slowly rubbing your arms.
“…That’s... embarrassing,” he mutters.
“You thought someone punched me.”
He shakes his head, as if offended. “I didn’t say that.”
“You literally asked who hit me.” You try to sneer, but the cut on your lip only amplifies the pain by nearly a tenfold.
“See?” he says, suddenly gentler. “Stop moving it.”
He reaches over the table and grabs his bag, where he keeps his belongings. He seemed to carry around an ointment, which isn't much of a surprise considering the escalation of physical fights he's been getting into ever since he started hanging around Yeon Si-eun.
“You’re lucky it wasn't worse," he warns, squeezing the ointment on his thumb and gently rubbing it against your wounded lip. "You could've broken something."
“I know.”
“And maybe watch where you’re going next time?" he sighs, rubbing the excess on his pants. "Seriously, getting to class can't be that exciting."
⭑ He continues to nag you about not watching where you were going.
⭑ Continuously checks on the state of your wound, making sure you don't bother it.
⭑ If your wound keeps re-opening, forcing him to continue placing the ointment on it, he demands that you pay for another tube (jokingly).
ᯓ★ Seo Jun-tae scraped knee
⭑ The two of you are walking home together after school when you stumble and fall, scraping your knee. It's bleeding, causing you great pain.
⭑Jun-tae initially panics, startled by how much your knee was bleeding.
⭑Being Jun-tae, he, of course, already had supplies in his bag. Not only because he knows to always carry necessities in case of an emergency, but because he has to treat his own wounds from time to time, being a victim of bullying.
"Ah!" Jun-tae exclaims in surprise as he witnesses you fall, landing on your knees.
You wince, slowly getting up and sitting on the curb as you examine the wound. It was nasty. Your skin had scraped off, bleeding and forming blisters.
"Oh, wait—hold on!" his hands scramble to pull his bag off of his shoulders.
Jun-tae sits next to you, quickly shuffling through items before finally pulling out Neosporin ointment and a band-aid. He pulls out a tissue from his tiny tissue package.
"Can I...?" Jun-tae asks softly, slowly raising the tissue towards your scrape.
When you nod, he gently wipes away the blood.
"This might hurt," he warns, focusing as he gently dabs the Neosporin ointment onto your wound.
You wince, grinding your teeth.
"Sorry...!" he quickly apologizes, but knows this is how to help you, so he applies more.
He seals it up with the bandage, making sure to collect all of the trash.
"How do you feel?" he asks, in which you just smile.
"Much better. Thank you, Jun-tae."
⭑ Continuously asks how you feel as the two of you carry on your walk home.
⭑ Still worried about you despite cleaning your wound.
⭑ Tells you to be more careful next time. Even if you aren't, he'll be there to help you.
ᯓ★ Go Hyun-tak injured knee
⭑ Much like Su-ho, he's immediately irritated that you're hurt.
⭑ If it was an accident, he's pestering you. If someone hurt you, it wouldn't be long before he was out the door, jumping whoever did that to you.
"What the hell happened to you?!" Hyun-tak asks, immediately all up in your face when you walk in with a limp.
He looks you up and down before pointing to a nearby chair.
"Sit down." he demands, in which you don't really have a choice but to listen.
He assesses your injury and sees you've hurt your knee. His jaw clenches, trying to regulate his temper.
"Who did this to you?" he asks under his breath.
"It was Hyo-man again."
You didn't get to say another word before he was up and out of the room.
⭑ When Hyun-tak takes care of you, he's quite annoying. He nags at you when you're moving around when you're supposed to be resting.
⭑ He'll carry your bag for you when the two of you are walking home. Also walks slower, so he's not leaving you in the dust.
⭑ Gets you lunch at school so you don't have to get up.
⭑ He's been there before, so he tries to spend every moment with you, knowing how lonely it felt dealing with the pain alone.
ᯓ★ Park Hu-min dislocated shoulder
⭑ Hu-min is a very unserious and happy person, so you're surprised by how serious he got when you showed up in the club room with obvious pain displayed on your face.
⭑ At first, he thought you were being dramatic until you moved your arm wrong and let out a sound of discomfort.
"You look awful." Hu-min says it automatically while walking over, still half-smiling. Then he notices the way you’re clutching your shoulder. His smile drops almost immediately.
“…Oh. Wait.”
You try straightening up, but pain shoots through your shoulder hard enough that your expression twists before you can hide it. Hu-min noticed your face instantly.
“Okay, nope. Don’t do that.”
Once in a blue moon, there’s no teasing in his voice. He moves beside you quickly, one hand hovering near your back while he looks carefully at the way your shoulder sits unevenly.
“Is it dislocated?”
“I think so.”
“Yeah, that’s disgusting.”
He moves something that lets out a pop.
“There you go,” he says immediately, quieter now. “Keep doing that instead of panicking.”
Even while joking, he’s already helping support your arm carefully so it stops pulling painfully against the joint. The second time he moves something, it actually hurts. You give him an annoyed look.
“Sorry. Sorry.”
He adjusts your arm position slower this time, but it still hurts like hell. You breathe out shakily, trying not to move it too much. Hu-min notices your hand trembling and lightly bumps his shoulder against yours.
“Hey,” he says. “You’re okay.”
“…Still super weird-looking, though.”
⭑ He keeps talking about random stuff, hoping it'll distract you from the pain.
⭑ Also carries your bag for you.
⭑ Visits your home to help you out with chores you no longer have the ability to do.
ᯓ★ Geum Seong-je sprained ankle
⭑ He thought it was a little funny at first.
⭑ Your whining and curses were amusing until you tried to get up and walk. You were genuinely struggling.
⭑ He wasn't going to make a big deal out of it until you tripped and nearly fell on your face. He caught you, obviously.
“You're walking like an old man.”
Seong-je sounds genuinely entertained while watching you limp toward him.
“Can you shut up?” you curse at him under your breath.
“Oh, so it’s serious.”
You try taking another step and instantly regret it when pain shoots through your ankle hard enough to throw off your balance. Before you can fully stumble, Seong-je catches your arm.
“…Damn. You actually hurt yourself.”
“I’m fine.”
“Yeah, obviously.” His tone carries heavy sarcasm, but he still keeps a hand on your arm while looking down at your ankle. It was badly swollen.
"What the hell did you do?" he kneels down, looking at it. “You’re not walking on that.”
“I literally am right now.”
“Barely,” he says as he stands back up. "You're walking like you have shit up your ass."
You snatch your arm away, trying to prove a point by walking away, just to yelp in pain when you put too much weight on your swollen ankle.
Seong-je stares at you for one long second before sighing dramatically.
“You’re annoying.”
Then he grabs your bag right off your shoulder.
“Sit down before you break the other one too.”
Despite the insults, he guides you toward somewhere to sit, staying close enough that you can lean against him if your balance slips again.
“You know this ruins my image too, right?”
You blink. “How?”
“If people see me hanging around you when you're like this, it reflects badly on me.”
You snort despite your annoyance. Seong-je smirks slightly, clearly satisfied he got you distracted for a second. But even while joking, his hand stays lightly around your ankle to stop you from moving it wrong again. He's been hurt many times during fights, and he cares about you. He doesn't want you in pain.
⭑ He keeps making jokes about your predicament.
⭑ Calls you nicknames. "Trip McGee", "Hoppy"
⭑ Sent you a meme on iMessage, "I Broke My Ankle And All I Got To Show For It Was A Big Ass Forehead".
⭑ He never says he's concerned, but he'll do little things for you like bring you whatever takeout he's eating, bring you your cravings when you're immobilized, carry your bag.
ᯓ★ Na Baek-jin concussion
⭑ When you hit your head, Baek-jin let out a sigh that came from deep inside his chest.
⭑ His day already wasn't going according to plan, and now you're injured?
“Look at me.”
Baek-jin crouches slightly in front of you, eyes fixed on your face while you try to blink away the dizziness.
“How many fingers?” he holds up a set of fingers.
“…Two.”
“It’s three.”
“I’m okay,” you mumble automatically. "Just a little bump."
“No, you’re confused.
You try standing anyway, only for your balance to tilt sideways immediately.
Baek-jin catches your shoulder before you can fall again.
“Sit down.”
“I can walk.” you argue.
“You almost fell standing still.”
You immediately sat back down. Seong-mok and Dong-ha walked in after being called in for a check-in, but Baek-jin doesn’t even look at them.
"Get out."
Baek-jin ordered the two, in which they looked confused before leaving without a word.
“Headache?”
“Mhm." you hum.
Baek-jin sighs, blinking once. "Use your words."
"Yes." you fix.
“Nauseous?”
“Just a little bit.”
His jaw tightens slightly before he exhales quietly through his nose. “Don’t fall asleep.”
You glance at him weakly. “Bossy.”
“Bossy?” he asks flatly. “You hit your head. You don't have the privilege to make choices for yourself."
⭑ He keeps you awake, not letting you close your eyes once. You shut them briefly, telling him you were just "resting your eyes" and he got mad. It's safe to say you were too scared to even blink.
⭑ Tells you not to let it happen again.
⭑ Checks your symptoms over time to see how you're doing.
⭑ Baek-jin is already a quiet individual, so his office is where you spend most of your time since it's quiet and theres no sound to add onto the concussion.
⭑ However, if the union members in the bowling alley are being too loud, he'll silence them for you.
Hi! I'd like to request something about Baekjin (I've never made a request before, so sorry if this sounds weird or hard to understand). I want something really sad that will make me cry a lot, haha. If it's not too much trouble (sorry if I wasn't very specific, but I really trust you; you're very good at what you do). (≧◡≦)
───〃★ my only love | na baek-jin x gn! reader
♪ now playing: only - lee hi ♫
The clock is slowly ticking, keeping track of how little time you have left on Earth. How will you spend it? With Na Baek-jin, who hates you.
Warnings: Angst, mentions of illnesses, mentions of animal abuse, self harm, weak hero class 2 spoilers
Word Count: 2.6k
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The only person who knows about your condition is your good friend Guem Seong-je. The two of you only became friends two years ago when you were cornered, protecting a stray animal that a few kids from a neighboring school were abusing. You were too weak to fight back, and by some type of divine intervention, Geum Seong-je just happened to be passing by and felt as if your selflessness and loyalty to that random animal deserved a reward.
He saved your life that day, and ever since, you've stuck to his side like glue. You know he gets very easily annoyed with you, but he has never once outright told you to leave him alone.
He is not important at all.
The important person is his boss, Na Baek-jin. Seong-je brought you to the Union hideout one night. You ran into Baek-jin and immediately recognized your classmate. Baek-jin sits directly next to you in class, which is a blessing for you, but a curse for him. While you get to ogle the boy you've had a crush on for three years, he has to listen to your non-stop ranting and your endless requests for homework answers.
He hates you.
You're not sure if you yourself are aware of this fact or if you're willingly blocking it out of your mind, but you're in love with Baek-jin. From his handsome visuals down to his intelligence, everything about Na Baek-jin is perfect. Sure, you're aware of his position in the Union, but the authority he has over hundreds of students makes him even more attractive.
"Na Baek-jin," you lean over, resting your chin on his desk. "What'd you get for number five?"
He ignores you, telling himself that if he doesn't look at you, you don't exist.
You draw a small, singular line on his paper, trying to get his attention. "Heyyy, I'm talking to you. I need help on number five."
This aggravated him greatly.
"You always need help," he clenched his pencil a pinch tighter.
A big, toothy grin forms on your face. "That's why I sit next to you."
"Move," he finally averts his eyes from his paper to peer down at you. "Now."
"No. Not until you help me."
Baek-jin exhaled through his nose, irritated. You watch his handwriting instead of doing your own work, subconcsiously tapping the lead of your pencil against your cheek.
"Just let me see it for like...five seconds. I'll memorize it. I'm very smart, you know."
"No, you're not."
You flinch. "Wow. You really got me there."
"You got a ninety-nine on your IQ test." he remarks.
You laugh, trying to play it off. Usually, it would bother you if someone said that to your face, but you automatically forgive him since its Baek-jin.
"Please?" you try again, softening up your voice as you look up at him with big puppy dog eyes, leaning against him to look at his paper.
He clenches his jaw, forcing himself to keep his composure. After he fights an eye roll, he doesn't push you away like he usually does. An upside-down smile stretches onto your face as you try to conceal a bright smile. Your heart races with glee, both by his sudden compliance and the feeling of his arm against yours.
"Thanks...!" you whisper dramatically, copying his work down with speed.
After plagiarizing all of his work, you sigh loudly, as if you had done all the work yourself.
"You're really nice, you know that, Na Baek-jin?"
He side eyes you before his shoulders lower in resignation. "I'm not."
"You are," you insist, smiling triumphantly to yourself as you write. "You just don't like people knowing. You aren't evil, you just strayed down the wrong path."
"You talk too much."
You turn in your chair, which was irritatingly scooted over all the way towards his desk. "Well, you listen to everything I have to say."
"You think I have a choice when you do this?" he looks down at your chair, which was in the middle of the aisle.
"I think you just pretend not to."
You show up the next day feeling weaker than usual. You had days like this. Energetic one day, weak the next, which are most days. You cough into your embroidered sleeve, forcing on the same stupid smile you always wear.
"Na Baek-jin," you greet immediately, not allowing him any peace in the early morning. "I had a dream."
"I don't care."
"I think you were in it." you inform, sitting at your desk right beside him.
He stays silent, trying to prove how much he didn't care.
"You definitely were," you continue anyway, resting your head on your arm and turning to look at him. "We were in space."
"You wouldn't like space," you suddenly add thoughtfully. "You'd hate it. You wouldn't have any control over anything, there would be no structure, you'd just be floating around...imagine a little Baek-jin floating around."
He sighs. "...Are you done?"
You shake your head, cheeks still flushed from the cold winter air and hair still messy from the wind. "Do you ever want to go to space, Na Baek-jin?" you ask softly.
"No," he muttered. "That's ridiculous."
"That's so boring. Then where do you want to go?"
"It's unrealistic. The last time mankind went to the moon was fifty-three years ago."
You roll your eyes. "It doesn't have to be realistic, Baek-jin. It's called having fun."
Baek-jin would be lying if he said he didn't want to go to space. Having the ability to float around in nothing, free of responsibility and expectations, would feel like heaven. But he knows better than to wish for things, for he stopped a long time ago and now simply takes what he wants.
"I wanna get married to you on the moon," you whisper, hiding your face in your arms.
His expression goes completely flat. "What?"
"Nothing, Na Baek-jin," your voice chirps from inside your arms, smiling to yourself.
Days like this started to recur. Baek-jin started to allow your behavior. You start catching up to him after school, talking about things he definitely did not care about. You'd rant about lunch, tell random stories, ask rhetorical questions he tried his hardest to ignore, like, "What would you do if a really big, juicy steak wanted to become your friend, but you haven't eaten in days?"
"Why do you keep following me?" he asks one cloudy afternoon, not bothering to turn and look at you.
"I'm not following you," you say. "We just happen to be going in the same direction."
"You live the other way."
You shake your head. "I'm taking the scenic route."
The walk is quiet for a while until he stops at the crossroad. You press the button before waiting patiently with your hands behind your back.
"If you could be any kind of flower, which would you be?" you ask innocently.
"Whichever one dies the quickest," he answers blankly.
The light changes, and the hand appears, allowing pedestrians to walk. He immediately takes off, prompting you to follow after him.
"Hey," you call out, voice lighter than usual. "Slow down."
He sighs in annoyance, keeping his pace. "You're the one who chose to follow me."
"I know," you say, catching up halfway before pausing, one hand pressing against your heart. You try to catch your breath. "I just...can't keep up like I used to."
"How is that my problem?"
"I know," you agree quietly. Your tone lacks its usual whimsy. "I'm getting worse."
Baek-jin doesn't respond to you, but he slows down a bit. You've never told Baek-jin about your condition, but he could put two and two together when you would get pulled out of class a couple of minutes early at the end of the day, so you'd be able to slowly walk the halls during dismissal safely. When you'd have bad days and get wheeled into class in a wheelchair. Whenever you would have coughing fits and leave to the nurse, not returning for a few days.
"I didn't want to tell you like this, but I don't think I have much time left," you admit, gaze drifting away from him. "Since we're best friends, you have a right to know."
"We are not best friends."
You let out a laugh under your breath.
"I'm sick. I have congestive heart failure," you reveal quietly, blinking rapidly to stop the production of tears. "They told me I'd have a few months left... a few months ago."
Baek-jin stops, turning to watch you. You couldn't look past the barriers he had up. His expression was unreadable, as usual.
"Why are you telling me this now?" he asks.
You shrug, forcing a smile on your face. You try to mask the hurt, not wanting to spend what's left of your life in sadness.
"I already knew you figured it out a long time ago," you say. "Because you're the smartest, Na Baek-jin."
The silence between the two of you is uncomfortable. Usually, since you're so used to his quiet nature, it was always a comfort for you to sit in. But now, it weighs heavily on your chest. Without thinking, Baek-jin blurts,
"... Hu-min-"
Park Hu-min's name slips past his tongue like it belongs there. Like Park Hu-min is on his mind twenty-four seven. Your breath gets caught in your throat. You clench your fists, your worst fear coming into play. You knew about Park Hu-min. Some kid from Eunjang that Baek-jin is obsessed with. Some kid who occupies his mind more than you ever could. Baek-jin sees Hu-min in you, but all you want is for him to see you.
"That's not my name," you say quietly, a sad tone lingering in your words.
Baek-jin doesn't answer. His expression changed in front of you for the first time. It wasn't his defaults, anger, or boredom. His face dropped, eyes blankly staring at the pavement underneath your shoes. He was at a loss for words.
You watch him quietly, hoping he'll say it was a misunderstanding. That he tolerates you because he likes you, and not because you remind him of someone he's obsessed with. When he refuses to speak, you take a step back.
"I think I'll go this way today," you turn, trying to hide your quivering lip. "It's faster."
"That way's longer." he finally speaks.
You refuse to look at him. You blink, a tear rolling down your face. You smile anyway. You wave without turning back.
"See you tomorrow, Na Baek-jin."
He doesn't stop you, nor does he apologize. He doesn't lift his gaze up from the ground. It's the first time you've left him like that. It didn't feel right. Not having you by his side to constantly nag at him.
After that, you don't bother him as often. When you do, you're quieter. Your smile, but they aren't genuine. You still sit next to him every day in class, but instead of running your mouth, you choose each word carefully.
Baek-jin didn't know if it was guilt he felt. He should feel relieved that you've finally left him alone. But now, his world of violence feels lonelier than ever. It shouldn't be a problem, but it's as if he was getting used to you.
Baek-jin left his notes open so you'd be able to see them. He wouldn't get mad at you anymore if your shoe grazed his because you sat way too close. When your coughing fits overwhelm you, he'll give you cough syrup that he usually carries during allergy season.
The last time Baek-jin saw you, you looked the same as always. Tired, fragile, but still adorning that smile that reassured you that everything would be alright. You greet him as usual, sitting down at your neighboring desk, not without sliding your chair over.
"Baek-jin," you catch his attention, sliding your paper toward him. "Help me with this?"
He helps. Of course he does. You watch him instead of the problem, memorizing the way he speaks, the way he's straight to the point.
"Are you paying attention?" he asks.
You weren't, but you nod. You rest your head on your arm, looking up at him. And he looks down at you.
"Do you ever want to go to space, Baek-jin?"
There's a moment of silence before Baek-jin looks back at his own paper. "That's ridiculous."
"I've always wanted to be a star," you admit. "Someone famous that people can look up to."
Wishes always come true, because now you're a star. Not a popular star on stage, but a beautiful shining star that Baek-jin stares at every night. You passed away a few days after that. You left school early that afternoon, rushed away in an ambulance after a sudden collapse during lunch. You spent the weekend in the hospital, where you ultimately passed away.
Months have passed since you died, and Baek-jin thinks about you every day. He tells himself it's only because of habit. You were always there, always talking, always taking up his space. People like that leave gaps when they're noticeable. "That's all this is," he tells himself.
There are moments when your voice and a memory collide so cleanly he can't tell where one ends and the other begins. He dreams about the way you'd always smile at him, bright and happy, and at the same time, he remembers someone else who looked at him like he was something worth caring for.
Park Hu-min lingers behind everything, like a shadow Baek-jin was never able to escape. When he tries to define what part of emptiness is because of you, and what emptiness belongs to Baku, there's no clear line to follow. It all collapses into the same place inside him. He finds himself thinking about you at the same time as thinking about what he lost years ago, and it makes everything feel wrong in a way he can't control. He hates not having control.
He doesn't know if what he misses is your presence, your voice, the way you would talk too much and sit way too close, or if he's just mourning the loss of Baku, someone he has never been able to mourn correctly.
There are nights when he breaks off from the union to sit alone longer than necessary. In those moments, he realizes how often you used to fill that silence without being asked to. He's lonely again. You didn't ask for his permission, and you never made yourself a certain way to get him to like you. You were just you, and he didn't appreciate that enough.
The Earth spins without you.
The Union shifts greatly, falling apart in unimaginable ways. After Baek-jin's loss, he disappears off the face of the Earth. Dong-ha and Seong-meok continue to stick together, staying on the low, Seong-je is unaware of what happened to his "friend", and the Eunjang gang are at the temple, attending Baek-jin's funeral.
No one knows how Baek-jin met his demise, but he died alone. He was destined to die alone. When everything finally quiets, there is no sense of relief. Peace does not exist in a world like this. Somewhere in the endless, dark mass of space is Baek-jin, who realized the only thing he was ever truly able to accept is absence.
The night sky is endless, stretching out over South Korea. Billboard lights continue to flash, crimes continue to happen, and people continue to live their lives. There's a stark contrast between the silence of space and the surface of the Earth. One is peaceful, quiet, and endless. While everything on Earth is chaotic, loud, and limited.
Floating around in space, Baek-jin finally feels free. Free of expectations, free of pain, free of longing. And you're there next to him. You were destined to die alone, just like him, but also destined to find your way back to Baek-jin in every lifetime. Baek-jin has always felt alone, but knowing that there's someone out there, longing for him, he could never truly feel alone.
The two stars shine side by side beautifully.
You'd ask, "Do you ever want to go to space, Baek-jin?"
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⤷ english | 2820 words (It's not my first language, sorry)
⤷ smut | hurt | family issues
⤷ penetration, sex in a public place (but they are alone), mention of the Union, mention of ocs, mention of fluids.
⤷ feminine pronouns, female anatomy
⤷ part 1 | -
➤ Your mother wants you to be an idol, but it's not your dream.
ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ᴡʜᴄ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ
This fanfic was written in Spanish, as this song is its inspiration
Being Seongje’s girlfriend was a roller coaster of emotions: fights, reconciliations, understanding. At the end of the day, you were just two teenagers without any clear guidance, experimenting with life.
He had always been a solitary person, ironically enough, because he was always surrounded by people—at school, in the Union, or on the streets—but nowhere felt like being with you.
You had a band, the kind you’d see in movies. You were the lead vocalist and guitarist. Everyone knew you were a great artist; everyone wanted more, even your parents. They were never exactly “parents of the year,” but they tried.
You and Seongje had been together for a while—long enough to see his change from middle school to joining that gang—but you never really cared. He loved you, didn’t he? That was all that mattered. But your parents never liked him. Why would they let their daughter be with a delinquent? That was probably your most common argument—you always defended your boyfriend, and they always tried to pull you away from him.
You were never a problematic girl, at least not really. Your grades were average, your friends were like you—somewhat messy, but nothing to worry about. You were always that girl who wouldn’t have stood out at all if it weren’t for her great musical talent.
Your regular meetups with Seongje were at the bowling alley. It was really the only place you could see each other without being judged. He would be at that arcade machine—some fighting game or something—and you’d be on the couches near the bowling lanes, practicing with your guitar for your concert on Saturday.
Both of you were in your own worlds, peacefully orbiting side by side.
“You should get a better guitar,” he said, not taking his eyes off the machine. “That one’s already old. You don’t want it breaking during your next concert.”
“I don’t have money. You know my parents won’t buy me another one.” It was true. As much as your family supported you, they’d never invest much in a “hobby.”
He let out a quiet laugh. “It’d be ridiculous if you showed up like that.”
You didn’t respond—you didn’t know what to say. You’d always believed your guitar was special since it was a birthday gift, but no matter how much it meant to you, a new one would definitely help.
Your phone started vibrating, showing a call from your mom—as if she had been summoned. She had never accepted your relationship with Seongje. Being part of church groups meant she knew everything about the community; of course she’d find out what Seongje was involved in.
You didn’t even answer. You just turned your phone off and started packing your things.
“I have to go,” you said as you walked out of the bowling alley. He simply nodded—he was never good with goodbyes.
The walk home was lonely. Only your headphones and your thoughts kept you company.
When you got home, the smell of a delicious meal greeted you. Your mom used to cook elaborate dishes, even though it was just the two of you—your dad worked late, or he was at some bar or casino.
“How many times have I told you I don’t like you going out with that boy?” she said from the kitchen, not even greeting you.
“I was at practice.” A lie. You always said that when you didn’t want to admit something—it was a kind of harmless lie, since you did have practices after school. “Besides, you don’t even need me for anything important.” You sat at the table, waiting for her to serve you. You used to like helping her, but that disappeared whenever she said something that really bothered you.
“Actually, I do.” She placed a pot of rice and another of chicken on the table, then sat across from you. “When I went shopping, I saw an ad from one of those entertainment companies. I’d like you to audition.”
You frowned. “What?” You couldn’t believe it.
“It’s a great opportunity. You have a great voice—you’ll do well.” She looked you straight in the eyes. You recognized that spark—the one she got when she wanted you to do something for her. “I contacted the company, and they said auditions start Saturday. The sooner you go, the better your chances.”
“No.” You didn’t even think about it. You knew what happened in those places—you knew what K-pop was like. “Mom, you didn’t even ask me.”
It was ironic. She never let you go out with Seongje because he was a “bad person,” but she wanted you to become an idol.
“It’s just an audition. Lots of girls will go,” she said as if it were obvious.
“I have to be with the band on Saturday,” you tried.
“Missing once won’t make them fall apart. This is a great opportunity,” she said calmly, continuing to eat.
“What does Dad think?” You didn’t really care—you just wanted someone on your side.
“He agrees. He thinks you’re young and it’ll be easy for you.” It was probably a lie—he barely had a proper conversation anymore since getting into gambling. “Just go on Saturday. If you don’t stay, you can go back to that band… although I don’t think they’ll give you the same opportunities as a big company.”
You knew it would be hard to escape her. At the end of the day, she was your mother.
“Fine… I’ll tell the guys.” She smiled, but you weren’t going to let her win that easily.
You told Seongje, and like you, he refused—not because he thought it was a bad idea, but because he knew it wasn’t what you wanted.
The rest of the week was uncomfortable. Your mom wouldn’t stop telling you to diet, not to talk to protect your voice, and to behave—any scandal before debut would be a tragedy. You were obviously fed up. You didn’t even know if you’d pass the audition—or even go.
Saturday came faster than ever. The concert was at a bar in Hongdae—a small place, but big enough for a group of teenagers who just wanted to play covers of their favorite bands. You were performing at night, but during the day you were rehearsing and getting ready.
“Your father will take you to the audition. You’ll leave early to get a good spot,” your mom said while making breakfast. Your dad didn’t seem to care—he never really did—but to avoid fighting, he went along with whatever your mom wanted. He already had enough problems at work and at the casino.
You just sighed. What they didn’t know was that Seongje was going to pick you up before the audition. Of course, it was his idea.
After breakfast, you texted him.
A few minutes later, he was already in your backyard. He wore his signature orange jacket and carried a motorcycle helmet. You did everything you could to stay quiet and climbed down from the window. He helped you so you wouldn’t get hurt.
“Get on,” he said, handing you the helmet. A fancy motorcycle was parked there—probably stolen.
"Where are we going?" You got in behind him, hugging him around the waist.
"Relax, you won't have to worry about your mother and that shitty audition today." He started the car and they quickly reached the highway.
Before you could think about anything else, your phone filled with messages from your mom. You didn’t reply—you had nothing to say.
The ride was relaxing. Neither of you talked much; you just enjoyed the scenery and each other’s company.
When Seongje stopped, you arrived at a place that looked abandoned.
“No one’s going to bother us here,” he said, helping you with the helmet.
The view was incredible. You followed him, and it seemed like he had already planned everything—there were two chairs and a six-pack of beer.
“We’re going to be here for a couple of hours.” It wasn’t a question—it was a fact. He sat down, pulled a cigarette from his pocket, and you sat beside him, grabbing a beer.
At first, your phone kept buzzing with notifications from your mom, but then it stopped, as if she had disappeared. You didn’t understand why this was so important to her.
You and Seongje talked about everything and nothing—it was normal for you—but eventually, silence took over. It wasn’t uncomfortable; it was just something you both knew how to share.
He took your hand and kissed your knuckles. “I wouldn’t like it if you were an idol.” You looked at him, but he kept his gaze fixed on the horizon.
“I won’t be.” It was a statement you hoped would come true. “It’s just my mom’s stupid fantasy—I don’t even know where it came from.”
“Come here.” He tugged your hand and guided you to sit on his lap. “You’d be the sexiest idol in the world. They wouldn’t be able to handle your personality.” You wrapped your arms around his neck.
“It would be funny. I don’t belong in that world.” It was a statement you believed was true.
After a while of cuddling, Seongje began kissing you. You deepened the kiss and changed position, now with your legs on either side of his thighs. Seongje ran his hands over your body until he reached your buttocks. The kiss shifted from romantic to passionate. You began rubbing your clitoris against his pants, which were already stretched out, highlighting his erection.
"You always want me to put it in the worst places..." he whispered lasciviously. Despite that, he didn't stop.
He grabbed your hips and lifted them high enough to unbutton his pants, then pulled yours down. He took out his dick and with a finger moved your panties to the side.
Without further ado, he thrust it in and you started bouncing. You rode him in a way that made you both moan and gasp. Every now and then he squeezed your buttocks or slapped them, making them turn red.
You were definitely seeing stars. Whenever you had sex with Seongje, it was like he drugged you to make you forget everything.
A few more bounces and you were close. He knew it; he knew you so well that you didn't even need words to understand each other.
They came at the same time, their fluids mingling enough to form a ring of semen at the base of Seongje. It was late; you had a concert to play.
It was already late, you had a concert to perform.
Seongje took you home and you climbed in through the window. He left so he wouldn’t be seen. When you got inside, everything was suspiciously quiet, but you were only looking for your guitar.
You looked everywhere—under your bed, in your closet—but it wasn’t there. Until you left your room and went downstairs to the living room; your parents were there, holding your guitar.
— So you finally arrive… — your mother said angrily — Don’t you get tired of disobeying me? —
— Mom, I— — She didn’t even let you continue, and you saw your father stand up and grab the guitar.
— Be quiet. This thing and that boy distract you, that’s over — Without hesitation, your father started hitting the floor with your guitar, completely destroying it.
— Dad, stop! — You tried to grab his arms to make him stop, but your mother held you by the shoulders.
— I’m tired of you being so selfish, so ungrateful — She slapped you, leaving your cheek red and bringing tears to your eyes — This is the only opportunity for you to move forward, and you choose to go with that damn boy —
Everything went silent. The guitar destroyed, your mother angry, and your father fed up with everything. He grabbed your arm and the three of you got into the car.
You were trying to control your crying, but the pressure was too much. You arrived at that big company, where there was a huge line of girls your age and even younger waiting to be attended.
— You better calm down if you want to pass that audition — You got out of the car and stood in line.
Surprisingly, the line moved quickly. About two hours later, it was your turn. It was a huge building, there were pictures of other idols and groups from the company. You entered a room where there was a table with four staff members, a chair in the center with a guitar, a piano, and a microphone.
— Good afternoon… — They already had a folder with your information, your mother made sure none of it was missing — Welcome, what will you audition with? —
Four pairs of eyes looked at you, judging you completely while writing something on papers.
You didn’t know what to do, so you took the acoustic guitar and started playing the only song you had practiced, the one you were supposed to play with your band: “Tourniquet” by Evanescence. Maybe it wasn’t the best song to audition in a K-pop company, but it was something you were good at.
The staff members stayed silent, taking notes during the whole performance. When you finished, they told you they would call you.
When you left the building it was already dark and very empty, but your parents were there, waiting for the results.
— They told me they would call me — You said in a whisper, but that was enough for your mother to be pleased.
The ride back home was silent. When you arrived, you quickly went up to your room and texted Seongje, telling him everything. You took a shower and fell asleep quickly because of how tired you were.
The following weeks were horrible for you. At school you couldn’t focus. With the band you couldn’t practice anymore because you didn’t have a guitar. You didn’t spend as much time with Seongje, since your mother always wanted to know who you were with and where you were. The only thing you hoped for was to be rejected, that they had noticed your lack of effort in the audition.
Until one day, while you were doing something on your phone, you heard your mother scream. You quickly ran downstairs thinking something had happened.
— You won’t believe it — your mother looked at you excited — They just sent an email accepting your audition — Your mother hugged you tighter than ever, but you froze — I told you they wouldn’t reject you, you are very talented — The smile was obvious, just like your displeasure — You should be happy, there are millions of girls who would want your place —
And it was true, you just didn’t want that opportunity.
Your mother quickly told everyone.
At school you were on the rooftop with your friends.
— Are you really going to be an idol? — said Mi-Sook with a laugh — I can’t imagine you singing in some childish outfit —
That made everyone laugh, but you couldn’t imagine it either.
— Well, look at the positive side — said Sunmi, your bandmate — You’ll be rich and then you’ll do whatever you want — Not even that would convince you.
— Training starts next week, I might not come to school for a few days — You said, obviously sad, something your friends didn’t miss.
— Calm down, you wanted to make music, right? — Everyone knew it wasn’t the same.
— I guess so, but I won’t see you as often, or Seongje… — You lost your gaze in the schoolyard.
— Seongje won’t leave you, you’re the only one who can handle him, and we will always support you — another friend told you.
Actually, it wasn’t the idea of being an idol that bothered you, but that you would probably leave your whole life behind.
Time passed quickly, and your first day of training arrived.
The place felt tense, there were about six other girls and one staff member.
— Good morning, ladies, today begins a time full of challenges, but congratulations, you were the only ones selected for this new project — They said in the most serious and cold way possible — To develop good discipline and achieve good results there are three rules —
They walked closer to a board behind them.
— One, none of you may use your phone in any session; two, you may not skip any class; and three, there will be weekly evaluations, so all your effort matters — They finished writing everything and turned to look at you.
— Your parents have already signed a contract, so you won’t be able to say or do anything else. Tomorrow you will start moving into your new dorm, the seven of you will live together to avoid problems —
Everyone stayed silent, they didn’t know what was going to happen.
That was the beginning of a torture, that you didn’t know would become a great adventure.
You play a popular game you found on social media that you play with your partner, and you think it's the perfect way to get Seong-je's half-assed attention. One applies the chapstick, and the other must guess the flavor through a kiss.
Warnings: Language, nsfw content, fingering
Word Count: 1.3k
Notes: I'm currently working on requests! I've been gone for so long, but I promise I'll lock in now.
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Seong-je snuck through your window a little over two hours ago. He's leaned up against your headboard, one leg thrown over yours, while the other is propped up. He's currently playing on your console, curses quietly flowing past his lips as he mashes the buttons on your controller.
"Shit...little fucker is probably playing on his brother's account. We all know you aren't level 420, ugly little shit." he curses, eating the chocolate-covered acai and blueberries he got for you.
The reason why Seong-je was even over was because you had sent him a photo of a cute dress you had found at the thrift store. As pretty as it was, it was incredibly short. You thought that maybe if you provoked him, he'd come over and finally give you the attention you've been craving.
Instead, he's in your bed, eating the snacks he bought for you and playing on your console like a bum.
"Seong-je." you nudge him.
"Hm." he hums, not looking away from your TV.
You stare at him a little longer, waiting to see if he'd ask for the follow-up, but he was clearly occupied. You roll your eyes and lie on your side, turning away from him. You scroll on your phone, liking videos your friends had posted, when you remember why you invited him over.
You came across a cute trend where couples guess Chapstick flavors by kissing each other, taste-testing each flavor. You quickly sit back up, stretching your body over his lap as you reach into your bedside table. You pull out the chapstick packaging of several flavors you found at some cheap dollar store.
Right as Seong-je finishes his game, you face him, sitting with your legs crossed. You push the chapstick into his hands.
Seong-je looks down at his lap, thinking you got him a gift, only to see the cheap knock-off brands of chapstick. Hershey, Skittles, Strawberry, Cola, etc.
"What are you, a kid? What is this?" he tears the packaging open, picking up the Redbull flavor. "This is the equivalent of when you go shopping at Bath and Body Works and only get those nasty food-scented perfumes."
You frown. "You told me you liked my strawberry poundcake."
"I lied."
You gather the tiny cylinders in your hands, putting them in your lap.
"I wanna play the Chapstick game. I saw it on TikTok." you urge.
Seong-je thinks for a second before he nods once. "The game where you guess all the flavors and shit? I've seen that before."
"Yes!" you exclaim excitedly. "Okay, so you know the rules. Come on, put that down. Let's play."
He sighs, placing your controller down and sitting up. "Alright, Princess. Let's play."
"I'm going first. Close your eyes!"
The edge of Seong-je's mouth quirks up into a smirk as he reluctantly shut his eyes. You pick a random flavor in the pile of many flavors, lathering your lips with it.
"Okay, open!"
He opens his eyes. Now, to guess. He leans in, tilting your chin upwards towards him. His lips meet yours, prompting your eyes to close in bliss. He deepens the kiss, his tongue swiping against your bottom lip before he abruptly pulls back.
"That shit tastes like lizard ankles."
You laugh, concealing the true flavor in your clenched hand.
"No, that's not a guess."
He leans back, wiping his mouth. "That's got to be like, slime or something."
"It's Sprite."
"That was sprite...?" he asked in disbelief, looking at the flavor you presented to him.
"Okay, it's your turn. Pick one." You close your eyes, waiting patiently.
You can hear Seong-je rustling through the flavors before finally picking one. He doesn't tell you he's done, nor does he tell you to open your eyes. He just slams his lips against yours, pushing you down towards the bed. You let out an involuntary moan, hand sliding up his chest as you try to taste the flavor on his lips.
Seong-je's teeth bite down on your tongue, causing you to gasp out in pain. He smiles down at you, relishing in the pain he inflicted on you. You look up at him through your lashes, licking your lips, trying to taste the flavor.
"Is it...Cola?"
Seong-je gave you a tight-lipped smile, shaking his head. He placed his hand on your chest, squeezing your breast shamelessly.
"Nope. That's wrong, Princess." his hand trails down. "For every answer you get wrong, my hand will go lower."
Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel his large, calloused hand slide down your stomach.
"Liquorice?" you guess, rubbing your thighs together.
"Nope." he huffs, hand now rubbing your lower belly. "One more guess."
"Pepsi?"
Seong-je sighs, giving you a moment to process the silence before slipping his hand past the waistband of your underwear.
"Three guesses, and you got them all wrong, Baby." he smiles, palm sliding down your freshly shaven skin. "You've lost."
You let out a whimper, wrapping your hand around the wrist of the hand buried in your underwear. His lips find your neck, his free hand angling your head backwards.
"This isn't...fair," you protest. "This isn't how you play the game."
Seong-je's kisses turned into nips as his fingers found their way towards your entrance. His free hand hooks underneath your knee, spreading your legs so he'd have more access.
His fingers, playing in your heat, finally dip into your aching entrance, relieving you of the emptiness that had been bothering you all day. You gasp, burying your mouth in the palm of your hand. He must've forgotten your parents are still home.
You grind your hips against his hand as his fingers curl against your g-spot, rolling your eyes to the back of your head.
"Right there," Seong-je speaks to himself, making a mental note of where you like it best.
The rolls of chapstick were long forgotten, some across your floor after they had rolled off the bed. You were hot, and the room felt like it was closing in on you with each passing minute. You clench around his fingers, embarrassed that it didn't take you long to get close.
"Already?" he laughs, his other hand gripping your knee, making sure you kept your legs spread, while the other pumped two fingers inside of you. "That's even quicker than last time."
Your face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and pleasure. Your whimpers progressed into moans as each pump brought you closer to the edge, and it didn't help that he added another finger.
The hallway light flickered on, followed by the sounds of footsteps. Your parents.
"Honey?" your mother's voice calls out, startling you. "Are you still awake?"
Your body goes stiff at the sound of her voice. You try to get Seong-je to stop, but a wicked grin formed on his face. He curled his three fingers around your weak spot, making your back arch.
"Careful now," Seong-je warns with that shit-eating grin. "Don't wanna be too loud, now do we?"
You stare at your boyfriend in betrayal, coughing in your hand to mask a moan.
"I was studying, Mom. I'm going to bed now." You lie easily.
The light eventually shuts off, making your body relax. You're filled with ecstasy and relief as you clench around him, feeling the knot tie in your lower belly. His fingers come to a slow stop, coated in your liquids.
You breathe heavily, chest heaving as the ceiling of your bedroom spins in your vision. While you slowly come back down to Earth, Seong-je rubs your thigh with his thumb, bringing his coated hand towards his mouth.
He sucks his fingers off, not once breaking his glare on you.
───〃★ internet girl | geum seong-je x f! reader final
After facing your fears, you can finally see in color again.
Warnings: Mentions of harassment and abuse, self-harm, language, angst
Word Count: 4.5k
Note: I love you all so much. Thank you for reading my series and I hope I didn't disappoint you. It has been so much fun writing this and thank you for bearing with me. +not proofread because my tumblr was glitching out so this took forever to write! I can barely even scroll! Maybe one day I'll make something related to this, but for now it's time to put this to rest.
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“Well,” he says evenly, like this is just inconvenient timing. “That’s unfortunate.”
Your ears start ringing violently, almost to the point where you can’t hear anything else.
You start shaking your head before you even realize you are. “No. No, this isn’t—”
You laugh out of shock. It was high, panicked, and pathetic. You couldn't even recognize it at first.
“This is actually insane,” you mutter. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
He’s still watching you like he’s recalculating everything. You can feel people slowing down around you. You know how this looks. You probably looked insane having a mental breakdown like this in the middle of the hallway.
You rub your hands over your face. “You— this was supposed to be—”
“You’re tweaking out right now,” he says quietly, but bluntly. “Let’s go somewhere private.”
You stare at him, furious and humiliated and dizzy all at once.
“You think I’m—”
“Yes,” he deadpans.
You glance around. People were definitely staring. You hated that he was right, but you turned and headed for the stairwell without another word, Seong-je following close behind. The two of you head up to the rooftop of the PC bang, not even getting spooked when the door slams loudly behind you. You walk near the edge, desperately needing air.
You didn't turn around immediately. You needed a second and needed your brain to slow down. This was supposed to be simple. You were supposed to meet someone new, someone who didn’t have a history with you. Someone who didn’t already know your worst days. You were ready to meet the man whom you've been confiding in all this time.
Instead, it’s him.
When you finally face him, he isn’t leaning smugly anymore like he usually does. He’s standing straight, watching you carefully.
"When?” you demand, wanting to know the truth.
All he does is shrug. "I didn't know."
You stare at him with narrowed eyes. You've always been able to see through his lies.
"About a week ago," he starts, coming clean. "You asked me about my old basketball team. I never told you anything about a team, only that I played it for fun. I kind of had a hunch that it was you at that point."
You felt so sick. You remember typing that. That wasn’t common knowledge. That was something you saw with your own eyes after he spent days bothering you to watch him practice.
"You knew this entire time? You knew, and you just kept talking to me?!"
"Yes," he replies quickly, not trying to make an excuse. "I did."
"You let me vent about you...to you? You treated me like that at school and thought it'd be okay to keep talking to me?!"
He looks away, licking his lip as he contemplates what to say next.
"You chose to vent to me."
You angrily brush your hair out of your face, confused. There was a mix of so many feelings right now, you didn't know how to feel.
"You let me tell you I was terrified of you."
"You reported me."
You're on the brink of a mental breakdown.
"Are you serious right now?"
“You went to counseling,” he continues evenly. “You didn’t talk to me first. You didn’t even try to say anything. You just went and fucked up my life."
“Seong-je, you're not being reasonable! You were hurting people.”
"Yet you waited so long to finally tell someone, so am I really the bad guy?" Seong-je keeps his distance from you.
You glare at him angrily. “I was scared of you.”
“You weren’t scared freshman year.” He states matter-of-factly.
You immediately shut that down. “You weren’t like that freshman year!”
He exhales sharply. “You think I woke up one day and just decided to be like that?”
You don’t answer. You avert your gaze from his eyes to the floor. He pushes off the door and approaches you, startling you.
“You thought you were saving them,” he says. “But you didn’t think about what would happen to me after. You knew what he would do to me."
“No, what? I didn’t think your dad would—”
“Exactly. You didn't think."
The cold night air pricked your skin, making the situation even more uncomfortable.
“You got kicked off the team because of me,” you say. “Your dad hit you because of me.”
You hesitate. “But...you let him. So don't even try to start that."
Seong-je went very still at that.
“You let him hit you,” you repeat. “You never told anyone. You never tried to fight back, so don't get on me for not acting on it as soon as it started!"
“And what would that have done, hm? Me telling someone? Most of the time, those CPS bitches snitch on you, then leave you to get a beating in the house you try to escape.” he asks quietly.
You didn't have an answer for that. Maybe you bit more than you could chew.
“You let yours hit you too.” he says, not looking at you.
That got you. You never told anyone about your issues except for WolfK, who you now know as Seong-je. You sit down on the edge, legs dangling off the side as you keep quiet.
You felt the warmth of his body next to yours. He took a seat next to you very quietly, save for the rustle of his windbreaker. You stare at the bright lights of the city, wide awake despite the late hour. Your thumbs rub each other in your lap as you doze off, defeated.
"I used to bother you for everything."
Seong-je hummed, staring straight ahead as well. "I remember you cried in my room for hours when your dog died."
"Yeah." you sniffle, trying to keep your emotions at bay.
"I remember when I cried my eyes out when Jeong-han stole my dog pencil case."
"Why do you remember that?" he questioned.
"That was the first time you ever defended me," you smile to yourself. "I used to have the biggest crush on you, y'know?"
Seong-je went still, an exasperated smile tugging at his lips.
"What??"
You nod, sighing and rubbing your sweaty hands on your knees. "Yeah. Up until freshman year, I've liked you."
He stared at you, like, truly stared at you for the first time since you crossed paths in the hallway. He turned his body to look at you fully, laughing under his breath.
"I always had a feeling you did. You were pretty fucking obvious, but hearing it from your own mouth is comedy gold."
You felt your throat close up. "Why're you making fun of me?"
"I used to like you, too," he thinks for a second before he scoffs. "'Til you blew shit up."
"Stop blaming me." You were so quick to defend yourself that you hadn't even registered what he had admitted to.
"Why're you doing this to me? And don't say it's because I reported you. There has to be another reason why you're so dead set on fucking up my life."
Seong-je can't exactly tell you the truth, for the sake of his pride as a man and his ego. He can't just tell you, "Oh, well, I have no family or real friends, so I force you to stay because if I force you to be loyal to me, you won't leave me like everyone else".
Seong-je decided not to answer your question. He sighed heavily, turning back to the flashing billboard across from the roof, like he was more interested in it than whatever you had to offer. The neon light flickers across his form, bathing him in blue and purple, whilst your body is painted in green and yellow by the neighboring LED sign. You hated how calm he looked.
"You really don't have anything to say?" you ask.
He exhales through his nose. "What do you want me to say?"
"I want you to stop acting like all of this is a joke."
He glances at you briefly, lifting a brow. "I'm not even laughing."
"But you were."
"At the beginning," he corrects you." "You walked right into that one on your own. Not my fault, it was laughable."
You stare at him, disbelief overshadowing your anger and sadness. It feels like you're talking to a wall all the time.
"This is exactly what I mean," you start. "You do something awful, then you act like I'm overreacting for being upset about it. As a matter of fact, I'm underreacting!"
His jaw tightened at the word "awful", but instead of snapping back like he usually would, he shifted his weight and rested against the railing that the two of you had sat through the openings of. He looks like he's thinking, which unsettled you because every time he made that face, he would do something terrible to you right after. Perhaps he's given you some form of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
"You're acting like I ruined your life," you say, interrupting his train of thought before he could act on whatever he was thinking of. "Like I just woke up one day and decided to sabotage you for fun."
"You did ruin it. Maybe not my whole life, but you ruined the only part I cared about," he finally admits. "You reported me, and they kicked me off the team. My coach, who was the closest thing I had to a father figure, kicked me off without ever hearing my side of the story."
Your chest tightened, turning your head over to stare at him. You don't think you've seen this much emotion on his face in years. You listen quietly as he continues.
"My dad didn't even ask what happened. I walked in and went to bed that night covered in bruises. Covered in the feeling of his touch that I couldn't get off."
"I didn't know it would go that far," you try to defend quietly. "I thought they'd warn you, y'know, like tell you to stop. I didn't think-"
"You didn't think," he repeats. "You just decided that we weren't on the same side anymore."
You shake your head, scoffing. "Don't start that. There weren't sides. Even if there were, I wouldn't be on yours. You were hurting people."
"And I thought we were on the same side," he replies, frustration starting to finally crack through that indifferent mask. "I get that I wasn't a saint, or whatever you wanna call it. I get that throughout this whole thing, neither of us were the "good guys", but I at least thought we were on the same side. Aligned, like we've always been."
The words hang heavy between the two of you. Your grip on the bars of the railing tightened as you turned away.
"I wasn't aligned with anyone hurting people. When did I ever agree to that?"
Seong-je laughs under his breath, pulling out a cigarette and his lighter in hopes to relieve unwanted stress. "You really think it was that simple?"
"Yeah."
"It wasn't. He lights the end of the cigarette. "You saw the worst in me and decided that was all there was."
"I saw enough of it." you retort.
"And you didn't think maybe I was dealing with my own shit. You didn't stop to think that maybe I was already fucked before you stepped in?"
Your eyebrows furrow in anger. "I'm not responsible for what your dad did."
"When did I say that?" he immediately snaps back.
"You act like I was all the time!" You throw your hands up in annoyance. "You keep saying that I was the one who ruined things, but if I recall correctly, you're the asshole who pushed me away as soon as we started high school."
Seong-je takes a drag from his cigarette and exhales slowly, the gray smoke reflecting the colors of the bright LED signs.
"You think that's what that was?"
"What else could it have possibly been?!" you shout angrily.
The corner of his lip perks up, laughing under his breath, which causes him to cough on the smoke. "I was trying to keep you out of it."
"Keep me out of what?!"
He rests his elbow on the railing, occasionally taking short drags. "The Union."
You wait for him to elaborate silently. You shake your head and dramatically shrug your shoulders, as if telling him you didn't know what the hell he was talking about.
"I always told you to stay away from Na Baek-jin because I didn't want you to get involved." his arm drops, both resting on his thighs, cigarette smoking idly. "I wanted to keep you safe, so I had to keep you out of it. But of course, over time, you weaseled your way in."
"You don't get to make it sound all sweet and nice. You didn't protect me. You continuously humiliated me and acted like I was embarrassing to be around."
His expression faltered slightly. It was unusual to see a crack in his composure, but it was small enough to notice.
"I did what I had to."
You immediately roll your eyes. "For who? 'Cause it wasn't me."
Seong-je gives you a dry laugh. "You think everything was about you."
"No, but you had to make it about me," you spat angrily. "Every time something went wrong, somehow I was the issue and the punching bag."
He flicks ash off the edge of the roof, scoffing. "Because you were the issue."
You give up, sliding your legs out from underneath the railing and standing up.
"I can't do this anymore," you say exasperatedly, staring down at Seong-je for the first time in your life.
"I am tired of you, Geum Seong-je. I am tired of you making mistakes and blaming me every time. You don't get to go through shit, then make it everyone's problem," you say. "You have made my life a living hell for the past couple of years, and I thought that we would grow old together one day. Maybe we'd be friends, maybe we'd fall in love. I don't know."
Seong-je is quiet as he listens, not speaking a word. You continue.
"Turns out it actually doesn't matter because, per usual, you're fucking up any and all relationships with people because you don't know how to function like a normal human being," you point at him accusingly. "I live in fear because of you. I have gotten beaten because of you when I could've sworn years ago you were the same guy that would hold me after my father would hurt me."
You take a minute to collect yourself and gather your breath, stabilizing your rapid breathing. He still hasn't said a word. He's just been staring in deep thought, a distant look on his face.
"I'm sorry you turned out the way you did. I am sorry you have no home to go to. You're just a teenage boy who's been alone all of his life, and that's why I've always been there for you. But then you do the awful shit you've done, like "slut shame" me and get me beaten by my father. Air my business out to the school." You speak quickly, the words you've wanted to say for years spilling out without a second thought. "I feel like a part of me will always love you. And I will always love WolfK, or at least the idea of him. But I think that you were just meant to be alone. You crave love and kinship, but you don't know how to get there, so you make it everyone else's problem. You make it my problem, and I'm tired."
Seong-je listened. For the first time, he didn't fight back; he didn't make any snarky remarks. He listened to what you had to say and did so quietly. You swallow deeply, the cold night wind being the only sound breaking the heavy silence.
"Maybe we'll meet again one day. Maybe we'll both be adults and be different. Maybe married, divorced, old. It just can't be now. We are not good for each other, and if we knew what was good for us, we'd stay far away. I don't want to be your errand girl anymore, so I quit."
You turn towards the door, holding back tears. You were frustrated, angry, and sad. But you were relieved. You're finally free.
"Goodbye, Seong-je."
You walk through the doors of the rooftop, leaving Seong-je alone. He sits there for a few minutes, just thinking.
Seong-je soon follows suit, not before putting his cigarette out on his skin, where previous burn marks lay.
You had gotten on the bus home almost immediately after that. You knew you wouldn't be visiting that place anymore. There was no reason to.
You were so tired, yet with everything that happened, it was keeping you up. You had gotten home and immediately thrown yourself into bed, refusing to get up. Dinner was skipped, as was your homework, and soon came three in the morning. You genuinely could not sleep. You should feel relieved, yes, but you felt melancholy. He was nothing but terrible to you, but he was still the boy you leaned on for support ever since you were a kid.
Usually, you would vent to WolfK, but you can't really do that, now can you?
You turn your phone off, blinded by the bright screen. You scroll in hopes of distracting yourself with media you'd usually laugh at, but the pit in your stomach is stopping you from doing so.
You get a text.
Baku (likeable)
WHY'RE YOU ACTIVE ON TIKTOK AT 3AM!!!
GO TO SLEEP!!!
Your finger hovers over the notification before clicking it. Your bloodshot eyes squint as you smile.
YOU
Why're you awake?
Do you have to type in all caps?
Baku (likeable)
IF I DONT IT WONT GET MY POINT ACROSS
I ASKED FIRST
YOU
I just have a lot going on and I can't sleep
Baku (likeable)
Oh
Do you wanna talk about it?
YOU
It's about the whole Geum Seong-je thing
Baku (likeable)
THAT BASTASRD AGAIN???
I thought I told you to stay away from him
YOU
No, no its fine now
I finally broke things off
Lord, we sound like a couple
I meant I finally confronted him and stood up for myself
I think it's finally over, which should be good and all, but idk I feel kinda empty. Cause like that was still my childhood friend before everything went down, and it feels like I'm losing a piece of me despite the terrible things he's done
Baku (likeable)
Trust me i understand very well
an old friend of mine took advantage of what I taught him and is using it to hurt others
i never really got over it, but it takes time
YOU
Im so sorry that sounds horrible
Baku (likeable)
Nahh, this is about you right now
Don't worry about lil ol' me
But for serious tho
You told me last time you've never told your parents about this, but I think you should
YOU
I already told you what happened last time I tried to talk to them
Baku (likeable)
well that wasnt necessarily talking to them
you got blamed for something you didn't do and they didnt give you a chance to talk, but if you bring it up first...
you have proof, don't you?
YOU
I mean ig i could try but it'll probably be a lost cause
But thank you for talking, Baku
I feel so alone
I needed some positivity
Baku (likeable)
Yes, of course of course!
If Park Hu-min doesn't become a pro basketball player, Park Hu-Min is going to become a filosofer
YOU
Not quite, sweetie
You end up following Baku's advice, and you are pleasantly surprised by how well it turned out. Sure, your parents were horrified, but you begged them to leave Seong-je alone. They'd only make things worse and you're more than ready to leave all of that in the past.
"We're transferring you immediately!" your mother exclaims, flipping open her laptop.
"What?! But this is my senior year, you can't just-"
Your father looks at you sternly. "We can. We are the parents."
You scoff before giving up easily.
"I mean I guess. It's not like I had much at Ganghak anyway."
Your mother was pleased you didn't argue, but still shaken up. "My baby...I can't believe this was happening right below our noses. I can't believe Seong-je would do something like that. I remember when the two of you would-"
"Mom, please." You stop her, embarrassed. "I already told you everything like, three times. I'm done talking about it."
Your father cuts in. "Yeongwan Girl's High School."
Your mother looks over his shoulder, in awe. "It's transfer program is very practical, and it's not too far from here. What do you think?"
You peek over both of their shoulders, humming. "Looks nice. Much better than Ganghak."
Your mother turns back towards you, moving your hair out of your face. "I know this is going to be hard on you, but I refuse to let you continue going to school with that...Hellspawn."
You smile, leaning into her hands. "It's fine, Mom. I just wanna graduate and be over with all of this. I didn't have many friends over there anyway."
"Alright. I'll call tomorrow morning. Go get some rest, okay?"
You disappeared into your room, overhearing their voices from underneath your door about their neglect towards you and how they couldn't believe everything went unnoticed for so long.
You didn't adjust immediately, but you grew more comfortable being able to live a normal high school life. Months have passed since everything happened with Seong-je, and it's well into the summer.
Eunjang wasn't far from Yeongwan, so Baku would make it a habit to walk you home every day. He would soon be accompanied by his friend, Go Hyun-tak, who hated you upon meeting until Baku explained the rooftop was a huge misunderstanding. Being around the two so often would mean you'd befriend their other two friends, Seo Jun-tae and Yeon Si-eun, which you didn't expect at all.
You could tell Baku wasn't doing so well mentally after he informed you about the death of his childhood friend, who was actually Na Baek-jin, whom you recognize through Seong-je.
You weren't very fond of the boy through stories, but you were there supporting Baku every minute you could, as he did the same for you. This ultimately caused the two of you to become close.
Somewhere, Seong-je was lying low. After Na Baek-jin had disappeared, the Union kind of just disbanded. One by one, the members stopped visiting the bowling alley. Sometimes he hangs out around there, other days he's looking for a place to call home.
Seong-je still had some of his tendencies. Beating people for the thrill of it, chasing adrenaline, and gaming when everything gets too quiet for his liking. Seong-je has always worked alone, but it's never bothered him like it was now.
You were nowhere to be found. Well, he could find you easily, but he knew you didn't want to be found. He doesn't let most things bother him, but at the end of the day, he's just a kid. Seong-je has the money. He has the means. But he doesn't have the will. Seong-je used to thrive off the thrill of the action, but it feels bland on his tongue now. He can admit for the first time in his life, without pride and ego in the way, that he's lonely. He misses you.
Some days, he'll reminisce over childhood memories. They play through his head when he least expects it, ruining his day immediately. It's just a stark reminder that you're gone. A reminder that he's alone and it's mainly his fault.
You accepted that you also played a huge part in the destruction of your friendship, but the difference is that you decided to move on. Throwing the box away was the first step, but now you're truly just gone from his life.
Seong-je kept the bracelet from said box. You used to tell him, "We'll be friends forever. If we're ever apart, just remember that I'll be thinking about you too. That way you'll never be alone".
"Little lying piece of shit." Seong-je laughs under his breath, taking one last drag of his cigarette before flicking it onto the ground.
Time heals, for some very slowly and for others relatively fast. You were stuck in the middle. When you thought you were getting better, you'd get hit with a wave of random grief. But nevertheless, you're proud of yourself. You graduated, got a good job, got yourself someone who loves you unconditionally, and you're currently studying in college for your dream job.
You learned that nothing really matters. You learned to forgive, forget, and to let yourself heal.
It was well into your adulthood, maybe mid-twenties. You've settled nicely with Baku, who very expectedly fell in love with you. You think you rejected him maybe three times before you finally gave in and realized how much you needed him in your life.
There has always been a voice telling you how much of a terrible person you are. You've made terrible decisions, and even now, you can't tell if you truly love Baku or if you love the idea of him. You know you're not perfect, you know you've made mistakes, which is why you think you forgave Seong-je the way you did. You didn't outright say it, but over time, you forgot about everything that happened and move on.
It was a random day when you were walking home after visiting the ATM. You used to take this route every day to go to the PC bang, but now you're walking this street to pay your bills. You haven't visited the cafe in years, and just walking the street filled you with nostalgia.
You stop in front of the familiar building, staring up at the renovations made over the years. You're supposed to be home before eight to make dinner, but it was pretty early. You have time to play a game or two.
You walk in with a mix of excitement and nervousness, but why? There was nothing there for you to stir your stomach the way it did. Not anymore.
The nice man behind the desk wasn't there anymore, instead replaced by someone younger. You pay and take a seat, scanning the room that used to be your safe haven for a good portion of your life. The PC boots up, loading while you settle in.
League, Fortnite, CoD, so many games you used to play for hours. It used to be hard to get off of the game, but now it's been a struggle for years to even step foot into the building.
You load up League and take a minute to adjust to the controls and mechanics. After finding your rhythm, you remember why you were so obsessed with this game. Your eyes are locked onto the screen until the system sends you a message.
───〃★ internet girl | geum seong-je x f! reader p.4
Your parents, convinced that everything with Seong-je was just a misunderstanding, invited him to dinner to patch things up. Alone in your room, the two of you slip back into old jokes and comfortable company, almost believing things could go back to how they were. When that obviously doesn't go as planned, you tell Baku everything and finally face your fears.
Warnings: Language, angst
Word Count: 4.1k
Note: I'm so sorry it took me so long to get this out. I wrote the entire thing, and it fucking deleted. Also, I named this story after a KATSEYE song, and I'm slowly starting to HATE It and idk how to feel. I lowkey wanna change the name. +not proofread bc who has time for that
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It had been a couple of days since that mess happened. You haven't heard from Seong-je since the incident, and you haven't complained. You come home a little late that specific day, as if you knew something bad was going to happen.
Your mother calls from the kitchen. "Why're you home so late?"
You stare at her from the door, slipping your shoes off by the stairs. "Studying ran late."
You drop your bag by the wall and head toward your room, but she stops you.
"Wait."
You sigh, stopping in the hallway. She turns the stove off and pours a cup of tea.
"I've been meaning to ask," she says. "What's going on with you and Seong-je?"
You turn around and walk into the kitchen, moving to lean against the counter beside her.
"Nothing...why?" You lie.
"Your father and I were talking about that call the other night."
Your father's voice calls out from the living room. "It sounded like a misunderstanding to me."
You stay quietly and just nod.
"He's always been so respectful. I can't imagine he'd call for no reason." She starts. "He probably mistook someone for you."
Your father walks into the kitchen, helping your mother prep dinner. "You two stopped talking so suddenly freshman year. It never made sense to me."
You shrug, avoiding the truth. "People just grow apart."
Your mother absentmindedly stirs her tea, shaking her head. "That's not what it seemed like. You were so sad. You've changed a lot since then."
Then casually, like she came up with some master plan. "Why don't you invite him over for dinner tonight?"
You look up, appalled. "Why?!"
"So we can all sit down like normal people and talk. Seong-je was basically a part of our family. You graduate soon, and whatever happened between you two can't be bigger than your childhood together."
"No. We aren't friends anymore. It would be so weird if I just texted him." You lie, desperately trying to find a way out of this.
"But he seemed worried about you enough to call us?" Your mother frowns.
"But I-"
"You're the one who stopped talking to him." Your father remarks, "If this has gone on for years, maybe you should be the one to fix it."
You shut your mouth as your father clocks you quick, fast, and in a hurry. You had already felt guilty the day Seong-je walked in covered with bruises because of what you did. None of this was your fault.
Your mom squints her eyes at your father before adding on. "We miss having him around. He's the only one who appreciated my japchae."
You hesitate before fishing your phone out of your pocket and clicking on his contact.
YOU
My parents want you to come over for dinner
KSG (DO NOT RESPOND!!!)
why??
YOU
They think everything was a misunderstanding and want to talk.
They're saying they miss you and my mom will make the japchae the way you like it
KSG (DO NOT RESPOND!!!)
your mom's japchae?
bet
what time
YOU
7
Seong-je showed up exactly at seven. The bastard put on a clean t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and wore a polite smile that you've never seen before.
Your mother smiles like she's genuinely happy to see him. She brings him into a tight hug.
"Oh, Seong-je. Look at you. It's been so long."
Seong-je hugs her back, staring straight at you with a smirk as he pats her back.
"Thank you for having me."
Dinner was disturbingly normal. You're so used to the cruel and vile side of Seong-je that you're almost convinced he was cloned before he came over and/or had a personality transplant.
"So, how have you been?" Your mother asks.
"Good," he says. "School's keeping me busy."
"Senior year is no joke," Your father adds knowingly. "Getting ready for college?"
Seong-je nods, constantly giving you side glances. "Yeah. Trying to."
"Still doing well in math?" Your mother smiles, relishing in the moment. You remember your father telling you that she hoped for a son, but got you instead. Maybe this is why she loves him so much.
"Yeah. Physics is kind of getting me, though."
You pause for just a second. It's probably just a silly coincidence.
Your father laughs. "I was never good at the subject. You two used to study together all the time."
"Yeah," Seong-je remarks. "She had to explain everything to me ten times over before I actually got it."
"I had to." You defend. "You never listened to me."
Your mother enjoyed the exchange, reminiscing about late-night bickering on the weekends. The two of you would fight over the most insignificant things.
"See? I told your father whatever happened between the two of you couldn't have been that serious."
You and Seong-je go quiet at the same time. You didn't bother to eat, terrified and irritated that Seong-je was in your home. After the phone call stunt he pulled, you realized Seong-je is capable of anything. Seong-je fixes his jaw, staring straight at you across the table.
Noticing the awkward tension, your mother quickly mentions basketball.
"How's basketball, Seong-je? Have you won any games recently?"
Seong-je sighs heavily, stirring the noodles around on the plate. He turns his head to look at your mother before turning to look directly at you.
"Wouldn't know. I haven't been on the team since freshman year."
Your mother goes quiet, and the awkward tension is back. Your father looks at your mother with irritation.
"What happened?"
Seong-je stabs his fork into his food, bringing it up to his mouth. He eats peacefully, blissfully aware of the chaos he's stirring.
"Your daughter got me kicked off."
Your parents froze, turning towards you. You shake your head, stumbling over your words.
"What? What is he talking about?" Your parents question.
Seong-je holds back a laugh at your reaction.
"We got into an argument, and she reported me."
You raise your voice, desperately trying to defend yourself. "It's not like that!"
"You reported him over an argument? That explains why you never told us the full story." Your father's voice hardened.
"That is not what happened-"
"She never even talked to me." Seong-je shook his head in fake disbelief, sighing. "She just went straight to the coach."
"I told you." Your mother told your father.
"Told me what?"
Your mother, irritated at everyone in the room, starts to argue with your father.
"You always tell her to 'handle things herself' and when she does, she does shit like this. I always tell her to just let things play out, but she doesn't listen to me because she's too afraid to disobey you."
That had been the ultimate catalyst of your parent's argument that night. It eventually escalated, and your mother sent the two of you to your room.
You slam your door opening, walking in and immediately turning towards Seong-je.
"Why did you have to do that?"
You don't usually talk to Seong-je like this, but you're finally fed up. Every time you defended yourself, he would find a way to twist it. An ugly picture, a phone call, framing you for having stuff in your bag. You've learned to survive Seong-je, but it's getting tiring walking on eggshells all the time.
The doorstop vibrated loudly as the door bounced off of the wall.
"Do what?" he asked calmly.
"You know what!"
"All I did was tell your parents the truth, Y/n."
"No, actually, you didn't." You point an accusing finger. "You told a version."
He shrugs, shoving his hands in his pockets. "You reported me. That's not a lie. It's the truth in every version."
"You didn't have to do that. You're making it sound like I ruined your life."
Downstairs, your parents' angry voices get louder. You flinch, quickly moving to sit on your bed. You hug your knees, refusing to look at the man peering down at you.
"I have spent nearly three years not talking back to you, 'cause every time I do, you make me regret it."
Seong-je stares down at you with something you don't recognize. His face was blank, like it always is when he looks at you, but this time it felt like he was at a loss for words. Seong-je has been bullying you for years, and to be completely honest, he's forgotten about what you did maybe a year after the incident.
Seong-je likes having you by his side, blackmailing you, and taking away your freedom because no one else has proven their loyalty to him like you have. You can't really leave him if he blackmails you into staying loyal, now can you?
"You knew exactly what you were doing. You always know." You hold back tears, scratching the skin on your knees as you hug them, which has become a coping mechanism you developed.
For a really long time, neither of you speaks. You fight back a mental war while Seong-je just stands there, hands resting in his pockets. He sighs loudly, irritated about the awkward and tense air. His wandering eyes had landed on a box you stored underneath your vanity mirror.
He recognized it immediately. You forgot it was even there.
"Wait-"
He kneeled down and snatched it up before you could protest. Your heart dropped to your ass as he placed the box on your vanity, took the top off, and examined what was inside.
Inside was a folded notebook paper, old movie theatre tickets, an old camcorder, cheap matching plastic bracelets from waterbomb festival, and photos of the two of you.
"You kept all this shit?" He said in an airy tone, in disbelief at the findings.
"It's not like I meant to. I haven't had a chance to throw it out."
He picked up the folded notebook paper and carefully unfolded it. It was a promise made by the two of you in third grade to never stop being friends.
"Jesus Christ, we were dramatic." He scoffed, picking up the camcorder.
He pressed the power button and was pleasantly surprised that it still had charge. That meant you were charging this recently, and that would be the truth. Some days, you'll sit in your bed in the dark and watch old videos of the two of you.
He navigates his way through the gallery, quietly watching videos of the two of you in your youth. A video listing off ten reasons why you'd survive a zombie apocalypse, an eighth-grade video of you two baking, deaf and blind, a video of the two of you at a younger age, maybe 3. It was taken by one of your parents. Seong-je had pushed you, and you scraped your knee and cried. He felt so bad and kissed your knee.
A ghost of a smile formed on his face as he watched. When he noticed you watching him, he quickly shut the camcorder and threw it back in the box.
He fished for more, finding photos. He stopped when he picked one up. It was a photo of Seong-je in front of your house, firefighters lingering in the background.
"Was this when we tried to make tanghulu ourselves?" he asked, which prompted you to walk over and observe the photo.
You remember that day. Your parents were out, and you tried to make tanghulu without a tutorial and ended up having to call the fire department.
"Yeah, you set my kitchen on fire."
Seong-je scoffed in disbelief, setting the photo down. "You measured wrong."
"You literally eyeballed it." You quickly defend.
"Same fucking thing."
You laughed, like actually laughed. It felt like muscle memory, but it also felt like you were betraying yourself laughing with your tormentor. You scoff and dig in the box, picking up a photo of Seong-je in that fuckass orange windbreaker. The two of you skipped one random day of early freshman year before the incident and found the jacket. He stole it, of course.
Another photo was of the two of you smiling happily during a movie in the theatre. That had to have been seventh-grade. Another was a Polaroid of Seong-je trying to shove an entire bowl of buldak noodles in his mouth after you told him you'd give him twenty-eight thousand won if he succeeded.
"Oh my God, you're so ugly." Seong-je snatches the photo after your quip and throws it away.
One was a photo of you gagging after he tried forcing you to eat a custard-filled doughnut.
"You still hate custard." he says.
"What? I don't hate it."
He nods, pointing to the photo. "Last month, I forced you to eat that doughnut in one bite when you got my order wrong, and you gagged."
"Yeah, I gagged because you forced me to eat it in one bite."
"You made that face you always make when you don't like something."
You roll your eyes, sitting on your bed with the box in your lap. "Shut up."
This felt way too normal. You haven't felt this way in a very long time. You felt so safe and comfortable, almost as if nothing happened between you two. And you wish it hadn't. You constantly wonder what high school would be like if everything had been normal. You can't imagine how much fun you would have with him.
You pick up your old matching bracelets, rubbing the material in between your fingers.
Seong-je smirks. "You told me you'd break my knees if I took it off. You said it was a loyalty oath and if I broke it, I'd go to hell."
"That was already a given."
For the first time, Seong-je actually let out something that resembled a laugh. He hadn't let himself express his emotions in front of you since what happened.
"We were kids, and you were already banishing me to hell?" Seong-je says, a sly smirk stretching across his face.
"That doesn't mean it wasn't real." You pout, staring down at your bracelet. "The loyalty oath was real to me then. It was real. It just changed."
"Because you changed." He gave you a sideways glance.
There it is. Your body goes stiff, and the sweet moment was gone as fast as it arrived.
"I changed because you made me change."
He leans back, staring at you condescendingly. "You didn't have to report me."
You stutter, standing your ground. "I-"
He cuts you off with quickness. "You could've just minded your business. I never hurt you, I never forced you to do anything. We could've lasted forever, but you just had to go and report me."
Your body heats up with frustration. You ignore the tingling sensation as you stand up, tossing the box on the table.
"That's not fair. You were hurting people, Seong-je! No one told you to go and join the union just because you were bored!"
"You're acting like I'm some kind of monster." He says in a lazy tone, as if he were bored. "You knew how I am. You always did ever since we were kids. Did that stop you before?"
You're at a loss for words as you swallow deeply, processing what he just said. "So that makes it okay?"
"I'm just saying," he replied. "You of all people don't get to act surprised."
You laugh in disbelief, throwing your arms up in frustration.
"You think I'm surprised. Seong-je, I am tired."
He looked at you properly then, fixing his jaw. "Tired of what?"
"Of having to walk on eggshells around you!" You confess, throat burning as you raise your voice. "I'm constantly thinking of what heinous thing you'll do to me if I say the wrong thing. I accidentally trip you, and suddenly you're telling everyone I have AIDs! Why're you doing this to me?!"
Seong-je leans down to your height, studying you closely. "Yet you stayed anyway. You could've walked away or told someone, maybe find a way out. But you didn't."
"You don't understand!" You snap, but it doesn't go very far as your voice dies down. "You ruined everything we had, and you're acting like it doesn't even matter."
You hadn't realized you started to cry. It was so embarrassing, crying in front of him like this. It was so embarrassing crying over a man who doesn't even think twice about the vile things he does to you. It was so embarrassing to be the only one crying about the relationship you once had.
"Get out!" You shout, pushing him away from you. "Get the fuck out of my house, Seong-je!"
He just stared at you. He didn't say or do anything. Usually, when you spoke to him like this, he'd punish you in some heinous, exotic way. But instead, he just turned and walked out.
You're left in the silence, occasionally broken by your sobs. You pace around your room before throwing yourself onto your bed.
It took a while to calm down, but you dried your eyes and sat up. It had already been an hour since he left, and you were feeling restless. You needed to do something to release your pent up anger.
Perfect.
You sat up, wiped your eyes, and decided to change into something more comfortable. Your eyes land on the box on your way out. You hesitate, standing in your doorway for a few minutes.
You ultimately decided to finally throw it out. You walked over and picked up the lid, moving to close the box, until you noticed something was missing. His bracelet was gone. It was there a second ago, did he take it?
You stare into the box, lost in thought. You pick up the camcorder inside and place it aside, closing up the box. You didn't want to get rid of everything, did you? If everything was thrown out, that was it. No trace of your childhood. No trace of the relationship you once had.
Maybe that was a good thing.
You quickly place the camcorder back inside the box and walk out. You walk to your garbage can, collecting yourself before throwing the box into the trash. A feeling of hopelessness fills the pit that had made a home in your heart.
You walk off, focusing on arriving at the internet cafe. As you traverse the busy streets, you run into a familiar face. You pause, looking up at Baku, who seemed to be in just as a bad mood as you were.
"Baku." Your eyes widen, quickly stopping him when he tries to walk away.
"Wait!" You protest, stepping in front of him.
You give him a once-over. This was nothing like the charismatic man you spoke to the other day.
"Are you alright?"
He stares at you quietly before speaking up. "Are you with Seong-je?"
You take a moment to answer, shaking your head.
"No. I know how it looks, but I promise, it's not like that."
Baku nods, forcing a smile.
The two of you had sat on a nearby bench just talking. You cleared things up with him, even though you didn't feel obliged to because you barely knew the guy. However, he was sweet enough to cheer you up that day and you wanted to get to know him better.
"Can I have your number?" You ask, wanting to stay in touch.
Baku's eyes widened, shocked you even asked.
"Sorry," you say, "I know we barely know each other, but it's really nice talking to you and I wanna keep in touch."
Baku shakes his head, a sweet smile decorating his face.
"No, no! It's just...last time I asked for a girl's number, she gave me the number to a military recruiter."
You gasp and laugh in disbelief, eyes shining with joy. Baku smiles at your laugh, happy he could lighten your mood. It was something you both needed. You exchanged numbers, and he offered to walk you to your destination.
"It's not safe around these parts at this time. Let me walk you."
You smile, flattered. You knew he was sweet, but anymore of this chivalry and you might just fall in love. The two of you talk as you walk, distracting each other with silly things. You bring up an anime you just watched, and he won't stop talking about a dessert he had that he's never been able to find again.
He drops you off at the entrance of the internet cafe.
"Text me when you get home safely?" You ask.
He nods, lifting a hand to wave goodbye. "I will. You do the same, too, okay?"
You nod and smile, waving as he walks off. You step inside, slipping your jacket off. You're met with your usual sight, immediately feeling your nerves wash away. You get settled into your seat and boot up the PC. Your chin rests in the palm of your hand, lazily scrolling through the gaming catalogue.
[WOLFK invited you.]
You immediately clicked accept, wanting an explanation on why he left so abruptly last time.
YOU
why did you disappear like that?
WOLFK
had to leave, sorry
an emergency came up
how was today?
YOU
guess
WOLFK
shitty, parents arguing, stuck in the same place you were last time?
YOU
you know me so well <3
WOLFK
your remind me of someone i know
YOU
really? who are they?
WOLFK
this girl i used to know
not much to say
YOU
wowww, so you're saying i'm not much to talk about? im offended.
WOLFK
no, not like that
we're not friends anymore so there's not much to say, that's why i said that
you're both pretty annoying so there's that
and so fucking stubborn
YOU
what happened?
WOLFK
some dumb shit we both did
You stared at the screen, subconsciously biting the skin on your lip. You hum.
YOU
something like that happened to me and it's still haunting me to this day
it's too much to type
WOLFK
wanna talk in person?
You paused, adrenaline flowing through your body as you started to get excited. Was today finally the day? What if he's ugly? What if he's really cute? What if this could be the love of your life that you marry? You smile, typing away.
YOU
seriously?
right now?
WOLFK
yeah
i don't see why not
You smiled so hard it hurts. You finally get to meet your safe space of two whole years face-to-face. Your chemistry is so strong that you've been content as online friends for years, but now you get to meet him in person. After all the shit that has gone down in your life, you feel like this is the one thing that will finally work out for you.
YOU
where do you wanna meet?
WOLFK
how about the entrance?
if either of us think the other is ugly we can run right out
YOU
LOL
i'll meet you there!!
Your heart was racing. You gave yourself a couple of minutes to calm down, but nothing worked. You like to think you've fallen in love with this mystery guy over the years, but you're scared you might be catfished. For so long, you've confided in him, and vice versa. You've created a bond of trust and loyalty, creating a strong friendship online that has never once wavered.
You stood up, wiping your hands on your pants before making your way to the entrance. You stood at the corner, giving yourself a moment to collect before you turned the corner, immediately stopping.
Your heart stopped, it dropped, it shattered, it did everything. Your eyes widened, and your forehead creased as your eyebrows furrowed. All feeling left your body as you stared across the hall in disbelief, shock, and horror.
"Seong-je?"
Seong-je lifted his head lazily, phone in hand. His usual snarky and witty demeanor completely faded as his eyes met yours, reflecting the same rushing emotions that are too much to handle at once.
The two of you stared at each other in silence for a very long time.
───〃★ yes, the pizza is aggressive | geum seong-je x f! reader
You prank your loving boyfriend on Valentines Day.
Warnings: Language, death threats
Word Count: 854
Note: P.4 of internet girl is almost done guys I promise also ignore how it's two whole days after valentines day
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"Yeah, I'm here. Don't cream your pants." Seong-je steps into your home with a bag full of chocolate and a small bouquet of flowers.
He didn't bother to put it in anything cute, like a basket, but you enjoyed what he got you. He got you three boxes of Ferrero Rocher, two bags of Lindor in your favorite flavors, and your favorite snack. Seong-je didn't believe in buying those corny heart-shaped boxes of chocolate. Not only were they incredibly expensive for what? Six pieces of chocolate? But it gave off "bare minimum" vibes, so he picked out the chocolate he knew you liked.
You had gotten him stuff as well, obviously. Last year, you gave him a bouquet of flowers as a joke, and he almost slapped the shit out of you. This year, you played it safe and bought him his favorite snacks and drinks since he isn't a big fan of chocolate.
You lie in your bed, scrolling on your phone whilst Seong-je sits in front of your TV, hunched over, playing a game on your console. You assumed he thought, since he did the great favor of buying out the chocolate section of the corner store, you didn't need anymore attention that night.
He's been playing Fortnite for three hours.
You were hoping for something else, but he's obviously preoccupied. You stumbled upon a funny prank video a girl pulled on her boyfriend, and you thought it was incredibly genius.
"You're fucking trash." Seong-je curses into the air, "Kill yourself."
Seong-je continues to massacre people with a kill count of thirty-eight under your default gamertag "SlidBiscuit34720".
You smile to yourself, turning off your phone and holding it up to your ear.
"Hello?" You try not to laugh in fear of ruining the joke. "Can I get a large extra pepperoni pizza?"
His female avatar pauses, and he takes your headset halfway off, turning towards you.
"What?"
You stare at him, forcing a frown. "Extra pepperoni."
He sits up, taking the headset completely off.
"I thought we were getting ramyeon."
You ignore him, holding up your hand to stop your smile from spreading. "Yes, extra large."
Seong-je increasingly started to get irritated.
"You said we'd get ramyeon after my game. Are you eating that too, Fatass?"
"Yes," you whisper, not breaking eye contact. "the pizza is in the room."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" He looks around, confused. "Then get sausage too."
You back into the wall beside your bed. "Yes, the pizza is aggressive!"
Seong-je stared at you quietly, squinting his eyes. "What the fuck are you talking about?? Who the hell are you talking to?"
You nod seriously, screaming as he gets closer. Seong-je's jaw dropped as he stared at you in disbelief. "Yes, the sausage hits hard."
Seong-je reaches to grab your phone, but you dodge.
"Bring extra cheese! Hurry, Pizza Hut!"
He snatches your phone, revealing the black screen. He clenches his jaw and tosses your phone on the bed.
"You're actually stupid. Why're you being annoying?"
You finally let out a mix of a scream and a laugh, rolling on your back.
"Why would you even say that? 'The pizza is aggressive'? The hell does that even mean?"
"You've been ignoring me for three hours." You defend.
He shrugs. "Well, you didn't say anything."
You give him a look. "Well, would you have gotten off if I did?"
"Probably not."
You huff and lie back down, then go back to scrolling on your phone until he sits on your bed. He moves to sit against your wall, pulling you up against him. Seong-je closes his eyes, resting his chin on the top of your head.
"Happy?"
You smile and hug the arm that was wrapped around your chest, feeling his steady heartbeat against your back. You hum in response.
"You don't gotta do crazy stuff to get my attention, y'know that, right?" he reassures, rubbing your skin absentmindedly.
"If I did, then I wouldn't have called Pizza Hut on you."
"I'm more concerned you tried to order Pizza Hut of all places than calling the police on me. That shit is all grease and a bag of toenail clippings."
You squeeze out a cheeky chuckle as his grip on you becomes tighter. Seong-je tackles you on the bed, causing you to scream and let out high-pitched giggles. He tickles you, filling your eyes with tears.
Neither of you got what you wanted that night, but Seong-je did lie by your side, watching all the TikToks you scroll past and narrating shady things. At some point, he was boxing you in the face without actually letting the hits connect. You eventually told him to cut it out, and he listened, playing a game on his phone and falling asleep. You tried to be cute and move his hair out of his face, kissing his forehead, but he jolted up and was incredibly irritated that you woke him.
Dating Seong-je isn't exactly easy, and you knew that. You knew of his past and his involvement in the union, but that didn't make you love him any less.
May i request a kurapika x fem!reader college au where Kurapika has a crush on the reader and his inner monologues like this pov of the whole thing
Thank you 💛
───〃★ girl in my psych class | kurapika kurta x f! reader
In which Kurapika Kurta finds himself crushing on the sweet girl in his psych class. Not knowing what to do, he becomes conflicted with his feelings.
Warnings: None!
Word count: 589
Note: I'm so sorry it took me forever to get to this submission. I love fun submissions like this! This is really short, but I'll eventually make another part. I didn't notice how late I'm replying to this, so here's at least something for now.
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KURAPIKA KURTA
I do not get distracted easily.
That is something I take pride in. When I commit to something, I commit fully. Notes aligned, pen steady, mind focused. My professor's voice drones on about attachment theory, and I follow each word carefully, underlining what matters, and forgetting what doesn't.
The door clicks open quietly, followed by the sound of the chair scraping against the floor beside me.
Five minutes late. You're always five minutes late. You mentioned once how, somehow, someway, you always sleep past your alarm, no matter how loud you make the ringer.
However, you were never disruptive. You'd rather die than be careless as well. You were always slightly rushed, but refused to be sloppy. You whisper a quick and sweet apology as you sit, hanging your bag on the back of the chair.
I always liked how you smelled like citrus. Whether it was laundry detergent or perfume, it didn't matter. It was very attractive.
You pull out your book with a soft breath, glancing around at the board, then to my book, then back to the board again. "Are we still on chapter six?"
"Yes," I answer, flipping the page so you could see. "Attachment styles."
"Thank God," you murmur. "I stayed up finishing a paper for another class."
You looked very tired. I have always been one to notice little things, but I've been noticing more features about you that I never cared about in any other person.
Even when you're exhausted, you're somehow the most beautiful person in the world.
I didn't expect to fall in love like this. Love, to me, was always supposed to be something either dramatic or destructive, as that's all I've grown to know.
What gets me about you is how you treat people. You never talk over them, and you never rush them. Whenever someone is struggling, you don't act annoyed or uncomfortable. You never judge, and you don't make anyone feel less than what they're carrying.
I like the little things too. The way you write at a slower pace to make sure your handwriting is legible in case someone needed notes. The way you stop and think instead of pretending you know something. The way you'll look exhausted but show up when our professor never has anyone in class. Someone has to be there for him.
You're not perfect, and you know that. You don't try to be. That's why I love you so much.
Before you, I kept everything locked away inside. I didn't let myself relax much; I was always thinking about the future, and I never let myself open up to others. When I first met you, I thought you were annoying. You were talkative and pried too much, but I soon realized you're everything I've ever needed.
From little things like carrying extra pencils in case I run out, to things like checking up on me after class when you notice I'm having a moment.
Sometimes I catch myself waiting for you before class, sometimes even thinking about you outside of it. I find myself growing upset when you don't show up.
Is this normal?
Leorio says it is, but I'm not sure how much longer I can take this. I can't focus on anything because my mind is plagued with you.
I don't know when liking you turned into loving you. I just know that when I think about my day, you're already in it. Not obnoxiously plaguing my mind, just enough to make me head over heels for you.
I absolutely love your ‘Internet Girl’ series, I’m anxious and excited to see what’s next! ♥️
I just wanna take this little moment to thank every one for all the support. I'm surprised and really happy because when I first wrote it I was quite literally like "no i can't post this its so terrible" and it sat in my drafts for LITERAL MONTHS. This was never even supposed to be a thing but I'm so glad you guys love it so much! I will try my best not to disappoint you because I am a little anxious as I have no idea where this story will go, because again, it was never meant to exist. ❤️
───〃★ internet girl | geum seong-je x f! reader p.3
After your parents return, both of your safe spaces become just as suffocating as school. Your home is full of your father's anger and your mother's lack of effort, while your privileges at the PC Bang are taken away until further notice. You meet a new friend who becomes the first person to treat you like a human, until his trust is quickly lost. You watch Seong-je finally get the karma he deserves.
Warnings: Harassment, language, domestic abuse, mentions of suicide, angst
Word count: 2.8k
Note: There's something wrong with all of my devices so this might've been the worst chapter I've ever written oml im so sorry guys so here's a boring part for now, but thank you so much for all of the support!
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Your ears were still ringing from how hard your father had hit you. You lie on your side, eyes rimmed red and dried out from crying. You tried to explain that Seong-je had lied, but they would never believe that such a "sweet boy" would do such a thing when the two of you had sleepovers every weekend.
You remember the first time your father hit you. You were eleven years old. You angered him by accident, and his anger issues got the best of him.
You ran away from home and immediately went to Seong-je's house.
Still in your uniform, you ran down the street in a hurry as your parents yelled at you to return at once. You disappeared in the neighborhood, immediately heading towards Seong-je's house. Noticing his parents' cars weren't in the driveway, you don't bother knocking and burst in.
On the couch, hunched over, slurping up a bowl of ramyeon, was a younger version of Seong-je with glasses too big for his face. He would get bullied for it every single day.
"What happened?" The young boy stood up with a mouthful of ramyeon, wiping his mouth quickly.
You hadn't bothered trying to talk. You sobbed your way into Seong-je's arms, which had already been held open waiting for you.
You didn't have that safe space anymore. One random day of freshman year was when everything went downhill.
You and Seong-je had still been friends, but it was different. You weren't best friends anymore. When the two of you entered high school, he changed a lot. He started to become a vile person, and it definitely didn't help that he joined the union.
Despite this, Seong-je never did anything to you. Deep down, he knew that despite becoming one of the most popular people in school, you would always be the only one that he truly trusted.
Seong-je could destroy the lives of innocent students and still find time to be with you.
You did not like that.
Seong-je would show up to your house with hands covered in blood, the blood of the kids at school who were nothing but sweet to you. The kids who would share their lunch with you because you were broke. The kids who would check up on you when your own friends were too self-centered to care about you.
He was hurting those sweet kids because he felt like it.
Those kids were someone's babies.
One day, you had enough of it. You started catching him in the act, recording for proof. You brought it to the counseling office and rightfully snitched on him for the kids who couldn't do it themself.
A few days had passed, and no one heard from Seong-je. He came back on a random Thursday with a face covered in bruises.
Seong-je may have been one of the strongest in the union, but the only man he was terrified of was his father.
You had him kicked off the basketball team and beaten by his father just by showing the counselor those videos.
Somehow, someway, Seong-je found out it was you who snitched on him.
Seong-je didn't have many friends. Those guys were just people he talked to. You were his only true friend, and you betrayed him.
Since then, he's made it his personal goal to ruin your life, just like how you ruined his.
Your mother walked into your room without asking. She stared at your limp form before sitting down on the edge of your bed, moving your hair off of your face.
"I'm so sorry, baby."
You don't respond. Your eyes stay on the wall, tracing the hardened drip of paint that had always bothered you. You'd rather watch paint dry for hours than talk to either of your parents right now.
"I didn't think he'd react like that."
You turn, giving her a look.
"He always reacts like that."
Your mother rubs your shoulder. "You know how your father gets when he's worried."
You grow increasingly frustrated, moving her hand off. "You call that being worried? That's not the first time he hit me."
Your mother sighs, continuing to excuse his behavior. "Your father...doesn't know how to talk to you. He grew up with little to no home life. He's scared he's losing his baby girl."
"That's crazy how his fear of losing me sounds like beating the shit out of me."
You sit up, blinded by the light in the hallway.
"Close the door!" you demand, which your mother obeys and turns on your bedside table lamp instead, noticing your bloodshot eyes.
She immediately pulls you into her chest in a tight hug, which causes you to start sobbing again.
"Why don't you ever do anything about it?" you ask in between sobs. "He hits you, too."
Your mother exhales slowly, rubbing your back.
"It's complicated."
"That's what you always say."
She cups your cheeks, wiping your tears. "Some things are adult matters that you don't need to worry about. Just...try not to anger him so much. It's easier when everyone's calm."
"So you're telling me to suck it up?" she purses her lips, giving you a look.
"That's not what I meant."
"That's exactly what you meant!"
She stands, looking around for a way to get out of the conversation before she quickly picks up your shattered phone. She pulls at your arm.
"Come on, baby. Let's go get your phone fixed."
You yank your arm away, shaking your head. "I don't want to go anywhere."
"We can get bungeo-ppang."
"Okay."
You had found yourself outside the repair shop with a handful of bungeo-ppang. Your mother disappeared into a makeup store and gave you money, telling you to "go cheer yourself up" while you wait for your phone to be repaired.
That's exactly what you did. You blew all of the money at the bungeo-ppang stand.
Steam curled up from the iron plates, warming up your skin in the autumn wind. You thought you'd be happy with your sweet treat, but the pit in your stomach was making it hard to eat anything.
"You know they taste better when they're still hot."
You don't register that the voice was talking to you until you looked up.
A tall boy stands beside the cart, digging in the side of his bag for money. He wore an Eunjang uniform.
"Oh. Um...yeah?"
He glances at your hands, pointing. "You've been holding that thing like you're contemplating on setting it free back into the wild."
For the first time all day, you let out a chuckle.
"Sorry." he laughs, a handsome smile adorning his face. "Didn't mean to roast your snack. I mean, it's already roasted. Technically."
A stupid smile forms on your face and you finally take a bite.
The boy nods in approval. "There you go! Crisis averted."
He pays for his and takes a bite, chewing slowly as he lets out an obnoxious moan. You furrow your eyebrows before laughing.
"Ew..."
He swallows and holds his hand out. "Baku. Park Hu-min of Eunjang High."
You grab his hand firmly, noticing that his hands were very calloused.
"Y/n. Ganghak." You start, hesitating. "Did you do that on purpose?"
He smiles once more, tilting his head. "What? Make you laugh? If so, then yes."
You smile happily, feeling giddy. You were going to ask for his number, but your mother comes out of the store.
"Y/n! Your phone should be done by now."
You nod in response, turning back to Baku.
"Thank you for that. I have to go."
Baku nods, waving. "Get home safely."
"You too." you wave, jogging over to meet your mother.
The man gives your phone back, which you immediately turn on. To your surprise, there wasn't a single text from Seong-je. He either lost interest in you or is planning something terrible.
If you were exhausted the night before, today definitely killed you. Your crying the night before hadn't done you any favors. Your eyes were heavy all day, and if today wasn't already irritating you, Seong-je left his bag at school and was demanding that you bring it to him.
Carrying both your bags, you check your phone over and over again.
[KSG is 130 feet upwards.]
You check your GPS, looking at the tall building. What the fuck was Seong-je doing on a roof? Has he finally decided to give all of his victims justice and jump?
You scale the building, out of breath as you finally reach the doors that lead to the roof. You pause when you see the horrid sight in front of you, mouth agape.
Seong-je's friends were holding back a much weaker Eunjang student while Seong-je himself was pummeling another one. You walk over to his friends, dropping Seong-je's bag.
Frankly, you didn't want anything to do with whatever was going on, so you spun on your heel to leave.
"Get back here." Seong-je orders, slamming the kid against the wired fence.
You go still, slowly turning around. He slips his phone out of his pocket and motioned for you to come over. Obviously, not having much of a choice, especially with what he did to you last time, you decide to be on your best behavior.
He pushes his phone into your hands, pointing to the two Eunjang students weakly. The taller one was so badly beaten that you felt horrible.
"Take a picture of them. Y'know, since you love to record me beating the shit out of people." Seong-je orders, pulling out his cigarettes.
You hesitate, looking down at the boys. You quickly turn back to Seong-je, ready to protest.
"Think I've forgotten?
You shake your head quickly. "Seong-je, I didn't mean-"
He scoffs loudly. "You didn't what? Didn't mean to snitch? Didn't mean to record and ruin my life? I'm still not allowed home after what you did."
You shake your head, looking at the two boys on the ground in worry. The taller one was coughing and grabbing at his side, while the other one was checking up on his friend, the shake in his hands very noticeable.
Seong-je narrows his eyes, tilting his head. "I said, take the picture."
You slowly raise the camera, trying your best to not get their faces in it. You even try to make it blurry, but Seong-je quickly noticed what you were doing.
"Shit. Can you do anything?" He snatched his phone back, pushing past you to kneel in front of the boys.
"Alright. Eyes up." Seong-je ordered them, zooming in on their bruised faces. "Say kimchi~."
The doors slammed open, and in came running a third Eunjang student. Seong-je stood up, shoving his phone into your hands.
You've heard of that kid. Yeon Si-eun. Rumors have spread all over the place that he hospitalized many students and beaten Ahn Su-ho into a coma. You've come to the understanding that Yeon Si-eun is strong and not one to be messed with, but Geum Seong-je is even stronger.
It didn't take much provocation for Seong-je to throw the first punch. You watch the two get into a brutal fight. Yeon Si-eun was just...taking the punches. He didn't even try fighting back.
You quickly come to the realization that Yeon Si-eun had let Seong-je back him into a corner. He utilized his surroundings, using the dirt in the pot as a smoke screen. Your hand flies up to your mouth, letting out a sound that was a mix of surprise and horror as Si-eun snapped Seong-je's glasses, stabbing Seong-je in the foot with the broken arm.
You watch helplessly as the two eventually beat each other into the ground. Everyone was silent on both ends. Yeon Si-eun had held his own against the top dog in the Union, but Seong-je was just beaten for the first time in...ever.
The doors fly open, and a breathless Baku runs over, surveying the scene. His eyes dart around until they land on you, standing in front of his two badly beaten friends, phone still on the camera app.
His eyes widen, staring deep into your own eyes as he tries to come up with an explanation on why the sweet girl he tried to cheer up was hanging out with the Geum Seong-je and recording his badly injured friends.
Baku and his two friends quickly grabbed the unconscious Si-eun and rushed him out of the building. As the sound of police sirens gets closer, his friends quickly grab their bags and flee the scene, leaving you and a badly injured Seong-je.
You plan to do the same, but as you came to the conclusion to leave this asshole behind, the police had already made their way upstairs, catching both you and Seong-je in the act.
"No, wait, I'm not- hey!" The male police officer already grabbed you, yanking you off the roof as the others had to help Seong-je down the stairs.
After a long interrogation of Seong-je basically just cussing out the police officers, you left with him complaining about having to get a shot in his foot.
"This shit hurts like Hell. That bastard didn't even try to be gentle. The mother fucker basically stabbed me in my stab wound."
You step down the stairs, stopping when you see a figure staring at the two of you from down the street. It's Na Baek-jin. You've only seen him once, and it was when you dropped something off for Seong-je in the bowling alley.
"Na Baek-jin is here." you turn to Seong-je, who paused at your words.
He sighed, lazily turning to face the man across the street.
"Go home." Seong-je orders, clearly not wanting you to be around Baek-jin.
"But you told me to do your homework at the hideout." You grip the strap of his bag.
In between Seong-je cursing out the poor police officer and threatening you to tell the officers what he tells you to say, he slipped in a demand to do his homework.
"I said, go home. Just take my bag with you." He stares across the street, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Okay." You walk off, carrying the extra weight.
You knew Na Baek-jin was dangerous, and a part of you wished Baek-jin would finish off Seong-je tonight. But thinking that way would make you no better than Seong-je himself.
It was two in the morning, and your parents were finally asleep. You just finished doing a combination of your and Seong-je's homework, which should've exhausted you, but you were wide awake and bored. You've snuck out before and have never gotten caught, so tonight would be one of those nights.
You slip on some clean clothes and walk down the wooden, creaky stairs of your deadly, silent home. You step into your shoes and exit as quietly as you could.
Per usual, the man on nightshift in the internet cafe gets everything set up for you. You weren't very surprised that there was a decent number of people gaming at this hour, since it's usually packed at all times of the day.
You sit at your usual place and log in, ready to decompress after the terrible day you had, which was almost every day.
[WOLFK invited you.]
What the hell.
YOU
why the hell are you awake?
WOLFK
why're you awake?
so you gonna let me see that face or what?
YOU
i know i promised but i've had a really shitty day and i don't feel like talking to anyone irl rn
WOLFK
how was today?
my day was ass too
You sigh, knowing you vent to him often, but you always spare him the details, so just this once should be okay, right?
YOU
life at home is kinda bad and school isn't any better
it feels like i'm alone and i'm going through so much and i just don't have anyone to go to
i'm not even supposed to be here right now, i'm literally grounded over something i didn't even do
WOLFK
damn
sounds tough
YOU
yep!
my life is falling apart and all i can do is vent to my online best friend about it!
WOLFK
what's wrong with that?
you know i'm always here for you
even if i don't say much, you can just talk to me
You smile to yourself, fighting an emotional war internally. You're mentally exhausted, but you're finally ready to see him. You need to see him. He's the only thing keeping you sane in the middle of all of this chaos.
YOU
where are you?
i wanna see you
WOLFK started typing before it quickly stopped. No one types for almost ten minutes.
WOLFK
nvm
not today
i got fucked up pretty badly today
YOU
What happened???
Are you okay?
WOLFK
doesn't matter
tell me more about your day
He always does this. It's all about you, what you did today, what you ate today. You're flattered, but it gets to a point.
YOU
most of it was terrible but i got bungeo-ppang!
WOLFK
oh yeah lmao you love that shit
YOU
i also met this really nice guy and he happened to cheer me up so i guess my day wasn't all that bad
i feel so bad because i already forgot his name
i think he said his name was Baku??
silly name
───〃★ internet girl | geum seong-je x f! reader p.2
After personally contacting your parents and finding out you lied to him again, Seong-je humiliates you once more. Devastated, you cope by spending time at your favorite internet cafe, nearly meeting your online best friend in person.
Warnings: Harassment, language, angst, mentions of abuse, angst
Word count: 2.2k
Notes: Are the indented bits annoying?
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basketball court.
now.
You knew you were in for it when you accidentally ignored Seong-je for two whole hours last night. It wasn't your fault that you had a life.
It took all of your courage to even make your way to the basketball court. Last time you disobeyed Seong-je, he aired your business out to the entire school. You walk down the dirty concrete covered in old blood stains and candy wrappers, entering the metal fence of the basketball court.
His two friends had been in the middle of a game when the shorter one, whose name you never cared to learn, had caught the ball underneath his arm.
"Seong-je, your gophers here."
Seong-je, who was leaned against the fence, sat up with a pack of cigarettes in his hand and a lighter in the other. Slipping the cigarette past his lips, he shoves the pack in his pocket and walks over with an irritated look in his eyes.
"Where were you yesterday?" he pushed his hands in his pockets, sizing you up.
"I was at cram school, like I always am at that time."
Seong-je stared at you for a long time. He wasn't angry yet, but he was growing impatient. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone.
"Try again." he smirked sickeningly. "I called your parents."
Your heart dropped so low you felt it in your stomach. Your parents are currently in another country because a friend of your father's had passed away and your mother did not want him to be alone. Your mother did not want you traveling during exams, so you stayed behind.
The school calls guardians when a student is marked absent. Your parents have been radio silent all day, so you assumed they just didn't care.
"They told me that you weren't there. So let me ask you again. Where were you?"
It took you awhile to come up with an answer because either way this wouldn't end well for you. Should you lie again or just tell the truth?
Seong-je immediately clocks you.
"You thinking of lying again?"
Your hands clench into fists, squeezing the sweat collecting in your palm.
"I was hanging out and lost track of time." you answer truthfully.
Seong-je stares at you, very unimpressed.
"Lost track of time? I called you three times. What could you have been doing for so long? You barely even have any friends to hang out with."
"Don't even act like-" you start, ready to defend yourself until he takes a step closer, startling you.
"Are you talking back? Shit, Gopher. I thought you were finally starting to become obedient. Looks like I'll have to teach you another lesson." Seong-je pulls out his phone, tossing his cigarette on the pavement.
"This'll hurt me more than this'll hurt you." he remarks sarcastically, typing in a number you could only recognize as your dad's in his phone.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
You had stepped forward to snatch the phone out of his hands, but his friend pushed you back. The shorter one had held you back while the other stood there, not joining in, but not helping you either.
"Fuck. You're seriously out of control. I thought I trained you, Gopher." Seong-je snickers as the phone rings.
All you could do was watch in horror. You didn't know what Seong-je would tell your parents, but he is a cruel and vile person and you broke the rules again, so you could only imagine the worst.
Your heart drops when your father picks up the phone.
"Hello?" his voice echoes through the phone, dull and vacant. He must be going through so much.
Seong-je's voice suddenly changed, polite and calm. "Good evening, sir. Sorry to bother you again."
There was a pause before your dad spoke. "Seong-je? Is something wrong?"
Seong-je leaned his shoulder against the fence, staring dead at you as he speaks through the phone. "Nothing wrong. I'm just a little worried."
"Is it about y/n again? I thought the two of you stopped being friends freshman year."
An ugly smirk made it's way onto Seong-je's face as he held back a laugh. "Nah. We...made up."
Seong-je continues. "You told me yesterday that she skipped cram school and went home."
"Yes," your dad replied. "We figured she was exhausted. She skips every now and then."
Seong-je nodded and hummed softly. "That's what I thought too."
Seong-je sighs, dropping his head before his eyes trail back up towards you.
"I could've sworn I saw her walk into a bedroom with three guys last night at a party."
Your dad paused, not really sure what to say.
"What? That doesn't sound like my daughter."
"Yeah, I thought so too." Seong-je sighed. "Few of my friends hosted a party and I'm very sure I saw your daughter there. Drink in hand, men in tow. Didn't come out for hours."
Your father went silent for a very long time. He suddenly let out an extremely long sigh, as if the stress, grief, and anger was finally getting to him.
"What men?"
"I don't know their names," Seong-je said. "But they aren't from our class. They were older. Maybe early twenties?"
...
"Is she with you?"
Seong-je twists his neck to stare at you being held back before turning back to lie to your dad's face. "No, but I'll give you a call when I see her."
"No. We're coming back Sunday. I'll deal with her myself."
Your father had hung up, leaving you in an uncomfortable silence. Seong-je groans, rolling his neck to relieve some tension.
"I don't know why you make me do these things, Gopher. All you have to do is obey and stay quiet, but no. You make me the bad guy." Seong-je motions to let you go.
Your heart races and you felt like you were on the verge of a panic attack as his words cycle through your mind. You knew it wasn't true, but your dad never believes you. Everything goes through one ear and out the other and disciplines through his actions. Your mother is more lenient, but does she do much to stop it? Not really.
Seong-je knew that.
His friend let go of you, causing you to stumble onto the ground. Your bag fell, scattering the contents.
Getting a good laugh, Seong-je squats in front of you and pulls out his phone, angling the camera. Your hair was messy, you had started to cry without realizing, and your uniform was all loose after being yanked around. You looked like a mess.
A cynical grin tugged at his lips as he snapped a photo.
"Please," your voice cracked as you begged for the first time in front of him. "Stop."
Seong-je smiled as he looked at the picture, already planning on posting it like he did last time. He didn't feel sorry not one bit.
"Please. I'm sorry, okay? Please, just delete that!"
Your begs fell on deaf ears as he pocketed his phone.
"I'd rather shit in my hands and clap."
You let out an ugly sob, digging your knuckles into the pavement as you clenched your hands. "Why're you doing this to me?"
He fished his cigarettes out, slipping one past his lips and lighting it in your face.
"Because you don't listen. Dog's need to be trained."
He stood and stepped over your scattered items.
"Get it together." he said, uninterested. "You look pathetic."
Seong-je finally left you alone, leaving you with scraped knees and an impending sense of doom. You looked around for your phone in hopes to call your dad, but a hand held it out to you.
It was one of his friends. The bystander. He never hurt you, but he was just as bad for hanging around Seong-je.
You quietly take the phone, analyzing the screen in horror. It was cracked across the entire screen and refused to turn on. You had burst into tears, feeling more powerless than ever. It wasn't just the phone or your dad, it was everything. The universe wouldn't give you a break. What did you do to deserve this?
The friend stared at you awkwardly before walking off to join Seong-je.
You skipped school for the rest of the day. It was late in the evening and you were slumped in your bed. There's a constant pressure on your shoulders that haunts you each and every day.
You sit up, bored out of your mind. Your phone was totaled and you had come up with the bright idea to hide the remote to the TV a few days ago to help you study and you haven't been able to find it.
Even if you did, nothing could erase the feeling of the deep pit in your chest.
Well, maybe not something, but someone probably could.
WolfK is usually on at this hour. You're kind of embarrassed since every time you chat with him, it's always about something terrible. He probably thinks you're a loser.
That didn't stop you from getting up and walking down to the internet cafe. Hoodie, sweatpants, and a completely bare face. You were at the point in your life where you just didn't care anymore.
The internet cafe was loud per usual, full of a cocktail of sounds. Knowing you well, the nice man behind the counter already registered your card and set you up.
Logging in, you immediately order yourself a meal. You'll probably get all of your privileges taken away Sunday, so why not go all out.
Joy and excitement quickly fill that empty pit in your chest when you see WolfK online. Your mouse hovered over his profile, but stopped when you saw he was already playing with people on League.
Your smile faded.
You knew not to be disappointed. Everyone has other friends; you're not special. He doesn't owe you anything. You groan and rest your chin on the palm of your hand, waiting for your food instead.
WolfK's status quickly went from [IN GAME] to [IN LOBBY] once he saw you were online.
[WOLFK invited you.]
Your heart started to jump in your chest as you waited a few minutes before accepting. Had he left for you?
WOLFK
took you long enough.
YOU
weren't you already playing?
WOLFK
yeah
not anymore
YOU
you left for me?
WOLFK
bruh don't push it
i was done playing with them anyway
Part of you knew he was lying, but you couldn't tell if that was your ego trying to convince you he truly cared for you.
WOLFK
don't get confident
queue up
The game loads up and you make little progress before he finally asks that question.
WOLFK
how was today
Your smile disappears as what you had tried so hard to forget came back, hitting you like a freight train. The basketball court, your scraped knees, your shattered phone. You find yourself venting, fingers flying across the the keyboard until you suddenly check yourself, quickly deleting everything. You stare at the screen blankly before typing a short answer.
YOU
boring
school sucked like usual
WOLFK
same
bombed a quiz
YOU
again??
WOLFK
physics is fucking me in the ass rn
You laugh softly before suddenly jumping out of your skin when a tray is placed by your side. Your meal was finished and smelled just like it did last year.
"Thank you." you smile sweetly, pushing the tray in front of you.
Throughout the game, you kept pausing to take bites of your food which mildly irritated WolfK.
WOLFK
WTF are you doing
YOU
i'm eating
they brought back this seasonal meal that i used to devour all the time
it's the one i told you about with all the crazy peppers
He went silent in the chat for a few minutes, which you didn't mind because it let you take more bites of your food.
WOLFK
wait
no fucking way
i literally just ordered that
YOU
WHAT
really??
WOLFK
yeah
they only do it for a few weeks
YOU
they have it at the internet care you go to??
WOLFK
obviously if i ordered it
which one are you at
YOU
it's a geekstar by a bus stop with half the bench missing on Euljiro
He goes silent again which scares you. Had you scared him off?
WOLFK
bro
that's my fucking internet cafe
Your stomach drops and you sit up straight. Your fingers stutter across the screen, typing in terrible typos as your body tingles with adrenaline.
YOU
WHAGTf
WOLFK
dude where are you
You panic, looking around before ducking your head. You wore a pair of run down sweatpants, a hoodie which you stained not even a few minutes ago, blood shot eyes, and dried out hair. Goodness, you looked terrible.
YOU
NP NO NOT NOW
Seong-je, also known as WolfK, had stood up from his seat and scanned the room, but he didn't see a girl in sight. Perhaps he was being catfished?
Thank goodness you ducked or he would've found you.
YOU
We can't meet yet
WOLFK
why not
YOU
I'm being so serious, please not now
I look like a fucking crackhead
I've had such a long day
WOLFK
i don't fucking care?
YOU
I DO
i'm being so fr not today
please
He stopped typing once more, most likely out of agitation.
WOLFK
k
but you're not escaping this forever
i will find you
YOU
thank you!!
next time, i promise
WOLFK
k
YOU
this is actually so crazy like i cannot believe we've been playing together in the same exact internet cafe for two years!!
we truly were meant to be <3
Summary: Seong-je goes to the all-boys school across the street, and for reasons you don’t understand, he keeps appearing wherever you are. Sitting too close when there are empty seats everywhere. Flicking cigarette ash in your direction.
Main Characters: Geum Seong-je x fem!reader
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This is my first fanfic ever!!
Chapter 1:
The convenience store sat right between the two schools like a neutral zone no one had officially claimed.
Your all-girls high school on one side.
The all-boys school across the street on the other.
You went there almost every day—after practice, before heading home, sometimes just to breathe. It was familiar.
A cigarette butt skidded across the pavement and landed a little too close to your shoe.
“Hey,” you snapped, stopping short. “Watch it.”
The guy in the maroon uniform didn’t even flinch. Sharp glasses. Lazy posture. That stupid half-smile like he was amused by everything and nothing at the same time.
“My bad,” he said, clearly not meaning it.
You turned fully toward him now, irritation crawling up your spine.
“This is the third time you’ve done that. Could you seriously stop?”
Instead of answering, he calmly pulled out another cigarette and lit it, eyes half-lidded as smoke curled into the air.
“You should just not be in my way then.”
For a moment, you were too stunned to speak.
Who says that?
You scoffed, shook your head, and walked away. Your friend was waiting nearby. You linked arms with her immediately.
“That guy is so annoying,” you muttered.
She glanced back once, her expression tightening.
“You know him?”
“No,” you said. “Not really. But he keeps showing up at my favorite convenience store and bothering me.”
Her voice dropped.
“That’s Geum Seong-je.”
You blinked.
“…Okay? And?”
“He’s from that union.”
“Huh?” You frowned. “I don’t even know what that is.”
She stopped walking.
“You know—the union all those guys are in. They’re dangerous.”
You let out a short laugh.
“Dangerous? He doesn’t seem like it. He just teases me and jokes around all the time. Honestly, he’s just an idiot.”
She didn’t laugh back.
“No,” she said firmly. “Don’t say that. Seriously—he’s dangerous. Try to avoid him.”
You shrugged it off. To you, he was just some guy who wouldn’t leave you alone. Someone who had too much time and not enough sense.
It had been six months since the first time you ever noticed him.
You’d been sitting outside the convenience store, sipping strawberry milk, legs swinging slightly as you watched cars pass. There were empty seats everywhere.
And yet—he chose the one right next to you.
You remember glancing sideways, confused, as he sat down like it was the most natural thing in the world. No greeting. No explanation. Just pulled out a cigarette and lit it.
“What’s your name?” he asked suddenly, eyes forward.
You nearly choked on your drink.
“Me?” you asked, looking around once, just to be sure.
“I’m… y/n.”
He hummed in acknowledgment, still not looking at you.
When you stood to leave, he spoke again, just as casually.
“다시 또 보자 (See you again).”
You frowned, unsettled, and walked away without responding.
That should’ve been the end of it.
But it wasn’t.
After that, he kept appearing—like a bad habit you couldn’t shake.
Sitting beside you without asking.
Stopping you mid-walk just to say, “Oh. It’s you.”
Flicking cigarette butts too close.
Smirking when you glared.
Never flirting. Never apologizing. Never explaining himself. It was like you were a source of entertainment he’d decided to keep.
