KIHYEONIIE

[kihyeoniie]

FOURTEEN | she/her | Lee Jun-Young Fan —

˗ˏˋ 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 ˎˊ˗ to my special k-drama blog ! My name is Kihyeonie but you can call me Liz. This is a safe space. No smut, pure fluff; angst and crack! Hope you'll have a great experience here and I will let you choose your reading now !

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✎ ˗ˏˋ Teach You A Lesson ˎˊ˗ ✎ ˗ˏˋ Weak Hero Class 1 ˎˊ˗ ✎ ˗ˏˋ ONE : High School Heroes ˎˊ˗ ✎ ˗ˏˋ Study Group ˎˊ˗

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[kihyeoniie]

𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓

: ̗̀▶SYNOPSIS — One thing you were sure of : Hyeong-Ung was innocent. He had been framed and you trusted him with all your heart. It's not because Hyeong-Ung and you were dating, but because somehow, a feeling stopped you from believing rumors. He had been helping you since years from getting out of bullying, and now, it was your turn to become the trusty-worthy person.

GENRE — Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Romance

PAIRINGS — Park Hyeong-Ung x Fem!Reader

↳˳⸙ WARNINGS — Bullying, Violence

AUTHOR NOTE — I actually wasn't sure of to end this fic so... Hope you still enjoy it!

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"So, this is how you do it." it had been since yesterday Hyeong-Ung had returned back to school after the 'incident' between him and professor Cheon. Well, that's what you thought, that this was a simple incident while everyone else thought of it as voluntary. While everyone was spitting behind his back, you were proudly defending him. Hyeong-Ung wasn't the type to be violent, but when something bad disrupt him, he isn't either the type to let himself be attacked. What happened with professor Cheon had definitely something awful going on behind what the day let us see.

You nodded at Hyeong-Ung explaination. Despite how he has to live with his new image at school, he was still taking his time with you, ignoring what people thought of him. As long as he had you by his side, he could live. "Oops, sorry," suddenly, someone bumped harshly into his shoulder while he was writing to you tips on the exercise, making his pen fall on the floor and a line traced on the page. You both looked at the person—Jung Su-Jeong. You didn't knew what she had on him, what kind of anger he might have provoked to her, but since his yesterday return she has been the one who tried to make him feel like a monster at school. "What? Go back go studying." she looked at him, laughing with her friend. "Quick, pick it up. It's on the way." before Hyeong-Ung could even pick up his pen, you got up, taking his pen and facing Su-Jeong.

"Aren't you tired?" you asked her, putting Hyeong-Ung pen back on his table you both had been sharing since earlier. She look at you up and down, her smile fading from her face. "You," you looked around the classroom, where everyone was focused on what was happening between you and Su-Jeong. "You didn't even tried to hear Hyeong-Ung side." you continued with. "He's innocent, believe me. And don't come with pitying apologies after you'll see that I am right."

Su-Jeong scoffed at you, walking closer of you and suddenly pushing you harshly against Hyeon-Ung table, hurting your hips.

"What do you think you are doing?" He suddenly stood up from his seat, Su-Jeong able to feel his breath and the anger beneath his eyes as how much he was close of her. "You can hit me, insult me, but don't even think of laying a hand on her." his voice trembled when speaking, his hands forming into fist, mind telling him to not hit her and make things worse. It was bringing back memories, back when you couldn't even stand up for yourself.

"You fucking bitch," the boy holded you by your hair while the whole classroom stared at you—sitting on the floor all bloody. Not laughing, not trying to help you. You just felt like the monsters you believed to be under your bed and your closet were actually real. All you could see were dark shadows trying to grab you into their world. Until a gleam appeared, warming you in it's light. That's was Hyeon-Ung. The boy that everyone thought as mommy good boy fought back for you even if it handicaped him for his own image.

And now, it was you turn to become the trusty-worthy person.

"Hyeon-Ung," you grabbed him by his arm. "I'm fine," you nodded to reassure him, slowly pulling him out from Su-Jeong face. "Let's get somewhere calmer, before it get worse," you told him as he breathed out, packing his things inside his backpack as you did the same. "And Su-Jeong," you stopped as you were walking out of the classroom. "Don't feel proud to be a perpetrator."

It was silent. The only sound coming from the birds singing and hanging around trees. Both of you and Hyeon-Ung came to sit somewhere calm in the school, finding peace in each others presence.

"Thank you," Hyeon-Ung turned his head to look at you, "for helping me." he bitter smiled at you. He looked down at your hand who was delicately rested on the bench beside you, humming at his sentence. He cleared his throat, getting up to pretend to fix his clothes, actually sitting closer to you.

"What exactly happened with professor Cheon for you to hit him?" you asked him and looked back, closing the eyes contact between you. "The ERPB came to our school, it must be something big happening." you justified yourself, hands in your lap as you pursed your lips. He could trust you, you were his best-friend after all and you both saw each others in every state. Sad. Angry. Happy. Disgusted. Everything. But, this feeling in his chest was making him anxious of even placing a word about it to you. You saw it. "Don't force yourself if you can't. Just tell me when you feel like it," you tapped his shoulder lightly. He kept looking at you, adverting his gaze from your left to your right eyes.

The world felt like stopping itself at the moment, breath hitching before he suddenly wrapping you into a hug and tightening his embrace on you. "Thank you, for ever caring about me." he murmured in the hug, eyes teary when you replied back to the hug by wrapping your arms at him. "If only I could show you how much I love you..." he whispered, your eyes widening at his sentence.

"Love... Me?" you questionned him as he hummed.

"That's the only thing that I am bad at if we can say so," he chuckled. "Count it as a kind of compliment, i'm still not ready for a full confession," he continued with, burying his face in your shoulder. The silent instaured itself back with ease, the atmosphere who was once tense now relaxed.

In a world that can be cruel... You definitely found your light, and he found his force to continue to live on.

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© kihyeoniie

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[kihyeoniie]

𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓

: ̗̀▶SYNOPSIS — One thing you were sure of : Hyeong-Ung was innocent. He had been framed and you trusted him with all your heart. It's not because Hyeong-Ung and you were dating, but because somehow, a feeling stopped you from believing rumors. He had been helping you since years from getting out of bullying, and now, it was your turn to become the trusty-worthy person.

GENRE — Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Romance

PAIRINGS — Park Hyeong-Ung x Fem!Reader

↳˳⸙ WARNINGS — Bullying, Violence

AUTHOR NOTE — I actually wasn't sure of to end this fic so... Hope you still enjoy it!

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"So, this is how you do it." it had been since yesterday Hyeong-Ung had returned back to school after the 'incident' between him and professor Cheon. Well, that's what you thought, that this was a simple incident while everyone else thought of it as voluntary. While everyone was spitting behind his back, you were proudly defending him. Hyeong-Ung wasn't the type to be violent, but when something bad disrupt him, he isn't either the type to let himself be attacked. What happened with professor Cheon had definitely something awful going on behind what the day let us see.

You nodded at Hyeong-Ung explaination. Despite how he has to live with his new image at school, he was still taking his time with you, ignoring what people thought of him. As long as he had you by his side, he could live. "Oops, sorry," suddenly, someone bumped harshly into his shoulder while he was writing to you tips on the exercise, making his pen fall on the floor and a line traced on the page. You both looked at the person—Jung Su-Jeong. You didn't knew what she had on him, what kind of anger he might have provoked to her, but since his yesterday return she has been the one who tried to make him feel like a monster at school. "What? Go back go studying." she looked at him, laughing with her friend. "Quick, pick it up. It's on the way." before Hyeong-Ung could even pick up his pen, you got up, taking his pen and facing Su-Jeong.

"Aren't you tired?" you asked her, putting Hyeong-Ung pen back on his table you both had been sharing since earlier. She look at you up and down, her smile fading from her face. "You," you looked around the classroom, where everyone was focused on what was happening between you and Su-Jeong. "You didn't even tried to hear Hyeong-Ung side." you continued with. "He's innocent, believe me. And don't come with pitying apologies after you'll see that I am right."

Su-Jeong scoffed at you, walking closer of you and suddenly pushing you harshly against Hyeon-Ung table, hurting your hips.

"What do you think you are doing?" He suddenly stood up from his seat, Su-Jeong able to feel his breath and the anger beneath his eyes as how much he was close of her. "You can hit me, insult me, but don't even think of laying a hand on her." his voice trembled when speaking, his hands forming into fist, mind telling him to not hit her and make things worse. It was bringing back memories, back when you couldn't even stand up for yourself.

"You fucking bitch," the boy holded you by your hair while the whole classroom stared at you—sitting on the floor all bloody. Not laughing, not trying to help you. You just felt like the monsters you believed to be under your bed and your closet were actually real. All you could see were dark shadows trying to grab you into their world. Until a gleam appeared, warming you in it's light. That's was Hyeon-Ung. The boy that everyone thought as mommy good boy fought back for you even if it handicaped him for his own image.

And now, it was you turn to become the trusty-worthy person.

"Hyeon-Ung," you grabbed him by his arm. "I'm fine," you nodded to reassure him, slowly pulling him out from Su-Jeong face. "Let's get somewhere calmer, before it get worse," you told him as he breathed out, packing his things inside his backpack as you did the same. "And Su-Jeong," you stopped as you were walking out of the classroom. "Don't feel proud to be a perpetrator."

It was silent. The only sound coming from the birds singing and hanging around trees. Both of you and Hyeon-Ung came to sit somewhere calm in the school, finding peace in each others presence.

"Thank you," Hyeon-Ung turned his head to look at you, "for helping me." he bitter smiled at you. He looked down at your hand who was delicately rested on the bench beside you, humming at his sentence. He cleared his throat, getting up to pretend to fix his clothes, actually sitting closer to you.

"What exactly happened with professor Cheon for you to hit him?" you asked him and looked back, closing the eyes contact between you. "The ERPB came to our school, it must be something big happening." you justified yourself, hands in your lap as you pursed your lips. He could trust you, you were his best-friend after all and you both saw each others in every state. Sad. Angry. Happy. Disgusted. Everything. But, this feeling in his chest was making him anxious of even placing a word about it to you. You saw it. "Don't force yourself if you can't. Just tell me when you feel like it," you tapped his shoulder lightly. He kept looking at you, adverting his gaze from your left to your right eyes.

The world felt like stopping itself at the moment, breath hitching before he suddenly wrapping you into a hug and tightening his embrace on you. "Thank you, for ever caring about me." he murmured in the hug, eyes teary when you replied back to the hug by wrapping your arms at him. "If only I could show you how much I love you..." he whispered, your eyes widening at his sentence.

"Love... Me?" you questionned him as he hummed.

"That's the only thing that I am bad at if we can say so," he chuckled. "Count it as a kind of compliment, i'm still not ready for a full confession," he continued with, burying his face in your shoulder. The silent instaured itself back with ease, the atmosphere who was once tense now relaxed.

In a world that can be cruel... You definitely found your light, and he found his force to continue to live on.

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© kihyeoniie

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[kihyeoniie]

𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓

: ̗̀▶SYNOPSIS — One thing you were sure of : Hyeong-Ung was innocent. He had been framed and you trusted him with all your heart. It's not because Hyeong-Ung and you were dating, but because somehow, a feeling stopped you from believing rumors. He had been helping you since years from getting out of bullying, and now, it was your turn to become the trusty-worthy person.

GENRE — Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Romance

PAIRINGS — Park Hyeong-Ung x Fem!Reader

↳˳⸙ WARNINGS — Bullying, Violence

AUTHOR NOTE — I actually wasn't sure of to end this fic so... Hope you still enjoy it!

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"So, this is how you do it." it had been since yesterday Hyeong-Ung had returned back to school after the 'incident' between him and professor Cheon. Well, that's what you thought, that this was a simple incident while everyone else thought of it as voluntary. While everyone was spitting behind his back, you were proudly defending him. Hyeong-Ung wasn't the type to be violent, but when something bad disrupt him, he isn't either the type to let himself be attacked. What happened with professor Cheon had definitely something awful going on behind what the day let us see.

You nodded at Hyeong-Ung explaination. Despite how he has to live with his new image at school, he was still taking his time with you, ignoring what people thought of him. As long as he had you by his side, he could live. "Oops, sorry," suddenly, someone bumped harshly into his shoulder while he was writing to you tips on the exercise, making his pen fall on the floor and a line traced on the page. You both looked at the person—Jung Su-Jeong. You didn't knew what she had on him, what kind of anger he might have provoked to her, but since his yesterday return she has been the one who tried to make him feel like a monster at school. "What? Go back go studying." she looked at him, laughing with her friend. "Quick, pick it up. It's on the way." before Hyeong-Ung could even pick up his pen, you got up, taking his pen and facing Su-Jeong.

"Aren't you tired?" you asked her, putting Hyeong-Ung pen back on his table you both had been sharing since earlier. She look at you up and down, her smile fading from her face. "You," you looked around the classroom, where everyone was focused on what was happening between you and Su-Jeong. "You didn't even tried to hear Hyeong-Ung side." you continued with. "He's innocent, believe me. And don't come with pitying apologies after you'll see that I am right."

Su-Jeong scoffed at you, walking closer of you and suddenly pushing you harshly against Hyeon-Ung table, hurting your hips.

"What do you think you are doing?" He suddenly stood up from his seat, Su-Jeong able to feel his breath and the anger beneath his eyes as how much he was close of her. "You can hit me, insult me, but don't even think of laying a hand on her." his voice trembled when speaking, his hands forming into fist, mind telling him to not hit her and make things worse. It was bringing back memories, back when you couldn't even stand up for yourself.

"You fucking bitch," the boy holded you by your hair while the whole classroom stared at you—sitting on the floor all bloody. Not laughing, not trying to help you. You just felt like the monsters you believed to be under your bed and your closet were actually real. All you could see were dark shadows trying to grab you into their world. Until a gleam appeared, warming you in it's light. That's was Hyeon-Ung. The boy that everyone thought as mommy good boy fought back for you even if it handicaped him for his own image.

And now, it was you turn to become the trusty-worthy person.

"Hyeon-Ung," you grabbed him by his arm. "I'm fine," you nodded to reassure him, slowly pulling him out from Su-Jeong face. "Let's get somewhere calmer, before it get worse," you told him as he breathed out, packing his things inside his backpack as you did the same. "And Su-Jeong," you stopped as you were walking out of the classroom. "Don't feel proud to be a perpetrator."

It was silent. The only sound coming from the birds singing and hanging around trees. Both of you and Hyeon-Ung came to sit somewhere calm in the school, finding peace in each others presence.

"Thank you," Hyeon-Ung turned his head to look at you, "for helping me." he bitter smiled at you. He looked down at your hand who was delicately rested on the bench beside you, humming at his sentence. He cleared his throat, getting up to pretend to fix his clothes, actually sitting closer to you.

"What exactly happened with professor Cheon for you to hit him?" you asked him and looked back, closing the eyes contact between you. "The ERPB came to our school, it must be something big happening." you justified yourself, hands in your lap as you pursed your lips. He could trust you, you were his best-friend after all and you both saw each others in every state. Sad. Angry. Happy. Disgusted. Everything. But, this feeling in his chest was making him anxious of even placing a word about it to you. You saw it. "Don't force yourself if you can't. Just tell me when you feel like it," you tapped his shoulder lightly. He kept looking at you, adverting his gaze from your left to your right eyes.

The world felt like stopping itself at the moment, breath hitching before he suddenly wrapping you into a hug and tightening his embrace on you. "Thank you, for ever caring about me." he murmured in the hug, eyes teary when you replied back to the hug by wrapping your arms at him. "If only I could show you how much I love you..." he whispered, your eyes widening at his sentence.

"Love... Me?" you questionned him as he hummed.

"That's the only thing that I am bad at if we can say so," he chuckled. "Count it as a kind of compliment, i'm still not ready for a full confession," he continued with, burying his face in your shoulder. The silent instaured itself back with ease, the atmosphere who was once tense now relaxed.

In a world that can be cruel... You definitely found your light, and he found his force to continue to live on.

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© kihyeoniie

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[kihyeoniie]

𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓

: ̗̀▶SYNOPSIS — One thing you were sure of : Hyeong-Ung was innocent. He had been framed and you trusted him with all your heart. It's not because Hyeong-Ung and you were dating, but because somehow, a feeling stopped you from believing rumors. He had been helping you since years from getting out of bullying, and now, it was your turn to become the trusty-worthy person.

GENRE — Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Romance

PAIRINGS — Park Hyeong-Ung x Fem!Reader

↳˳⸙ WARNINGS — Bullying, Violence

AUTHOR NOTE — I actually wasn't sure of to end this fic so... Hope you still enjoy it!

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"So, this is how you do it." it had been since yesterday Hyeong-Ung had returned back to school after the 'incident' between him and professor Cheon. Well, that's what you thought, that this was a simple incident while everyone else thought of it as voluntary. While everyone was spitting behind his back, you were proudly defending him. Hyeong-Ung wasn't the type to be violent, but when something bad disrupt him, he isn't either the type to let himself be attacked. What happened with professor Cheon had definitely something awful going on behind what the day let us see.

You nodded at Hyeong-Ung explaination. Despite how he has to live with his new image at school, he was still taking his time with you, ignoring what people thought of him. As long as he had you by his side, he could live. "Oops, sorry," suddenly, someone bumped harshly into his shoulder while he was writing to you tips on the exercise, making his pen fall on the floor and a line traced on the page. You both looked at the person—Jung Su-Jeong. You didn't knew what she had on him, what kind of anger he might have provoked to her, but since his yesterday return she has been the one who tried to make him feel like a monster at school. "What? Go back go studying." she looked at him, laughing with her friend. "Quick, pick it up. It's on the way." before Hyeong-Ung could even pick up his pen, you got up, taking his pen and facing Su-Jeong.

"Aren't you tired?" you asked her, putting Hyeong-Ung pen back on his table you both had been sharing since earlier. She look at you up and down, her smile fading from her face. "You," you looked around the classroom, where everyone was focused on what was happening between you and Su-Jeong. "You didn't even tried to hear Hyeong-Ung side." you continued with. "He's innocent, believe me. And don't come with pitying apologies after you'll see that I am right."

Su-Jeong scoffed at you, walking closer of you and suddenly pushing you harshly against Hyeon-Ung table, hurting your hips.

"What do you think you are doing?" He suddenly stood up from his seat, Su-Jeong able to feel his breath and the anger beneath his eyes as how much he was close of her. "You can hit me, insult me, but don't even think of laying a hand on her." his voice trembled when speaking, his hands forming into fist, mind telling him to not hit her and make things worse. It was bringing back memories, back when you couldn't even stand up for yourself.

"You fucking bitch," the boy holded you by your hair while the whole classroom stared at you—sitting on the floor all bloody. Not laughing, not trying to help you. You just felt like the monsters you believed to be under your bed and your closet were actually real. All you could see were dark shadows trying to grab you into their world. Until a gleam appeared, warming you in it's light. That's was Hyeon-Ung. The boy that everyone thought as mommy good boy fought back for you even if it handicaped him for his own image.

And now, it was you turn to become the trusty-worthy person.

"Hyeon-Ung," you grabbed him by his arm. "I'm fine," you nodded to reassure him, slowly pulling him out from Su-Jeong face. "Let's get somewhere calmer, before it get worse," you told him as he breathed out, packing his things inside his backpack as you did the same. "And Su-Jeong," you stopped as you were walking out of the classroom. "Don't feel proud to be a perpetrator."

It was silent. The only sound coming from the birds singing and hanging around trees. Both of you and Hyeon-Ung came to sit somewhere calm in the school, finding peace in each others presence.

"Thank you," Hyeon-Ung turned his head to look at you, "for helping me." he bitter smiled at you. He looked down at your hand who was delicately rested on the bench beside you, humming at his sentence. He cleared his throat, getting up to pretend to fix his clothes, actually sitting closer to you.

"What exactly happened with professor Cheon for you to hit him?" you asked him and looked back, closing the eyes contact between you. "The ERPB came to our school, it must be something big happening." you justified yourself, hands in your lap as you pursed your lips. He could trust you, you were his best-friend after all and you both saw each others in every state. Sad. Angry. Happy. Disgusted. Everything. But, this feeling in his chest was making him anxious of even placing a word about it to you. You saw it. "Don't force yourself if you can't. Just tell me when you feel like it," you tapped his shoulder lightly. He kept looking at you, adverting his gaze from your left to your right eyes.

The world felt like stopping itself at the moment, breath hitching before he suddenly wrapping you into a hug and tightening his embrace on you. "Thank you, for ever caring about me." he murmured in the hug, eyes teary when you replied back to the hug by wrapping your arms at him. "If only I could show you how much I love you..." he whispered, your eyes widening at his sentence.

"Love... Me?" you questionned him as he hummed.

"That's the only thing that I am bad at if we can say so," he chuckled. "Count it as a kind of compliment, i'm still not ready for a full confession," he continued with, burying his face in your shoulder. The silent instaured itself back with ease, the atmosphere who was once tense now relaxed.

In a world that can be cruel... You definitely found your light, and he found his force to continue to live on.

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© kihyeoniie

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[kihyeoniie]

hi! i was wondering what characters in teach you a lesson you write for, if you don't mind me asking, sorry if you already said this😭

KIHYEONIIE ANSWER :

Hi! It's okay I don't mind saying it again! You can find which characters I write for in my materlist! I write for Na Hwa-Jin; Im Han-Rim; Bong Geun-Dae; Cho In-Beom; Park Hyeon-Ung and Jung Hyeon-Min! I might add others laters but for now, I write for them!

[kihyeoniie]

𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓

: ̗̀▶SYNOPSIS — One thing you were sure of : Hyeong-Ung was innocent. He had been framed and you trusted him with all your heart. It's not because Hyeong-Ung and you were dating, but because somehow, a feeling stopped you from believing rumors. He had been helping you since years from getting out of bullying, and now, it was your turn to become the trusty-worthy person.

GENRE — Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Romance

PAIRINGS — Park Hyeong-Ung x Fem!Reader

↳˳⸙ WARNINGS — Bullying, Violence

AUTHOR NOTE — I actually wasn't sure of to end this fic so... Hope you still enjoy it!

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"So, this is how you do it." it had been since yesterday Hyeong-Ung had returned back to school after the 'incident' between him and professor Cheon. Well, that's what you thought, that this was a simple incident while everyone else thought of it as voluntary. While everyone was spitting behind his back, you were proudly defending him. Hyeong-Ung wasn't the type to be violent, but when something bad disrupt him, he isn't either the type to let himself be attacked. What happened with professor Cheon had definitely something awful going on behind what the day let us see.

You nodded at Hyeong-Ung explaination. Despite how he has to live with his new image at school, he was still taking his time with you, ignoring what people thought of him. As long as he had you by his side, he could live. "Oops, sorry," suddenly, someone bumped harshly into his shoulder while he was writing to you tips on the exercise, making his pen fall on the floor and a line traced on the page. You both looked at the person—Jung Su-Jeong. You didn't knew what she had on him, what kind of anger he might have provoked to her, but since his yesterday return she has been the one who tried to make him feel like a monster at school. "What? Go back go studying." she looked at him, laughing with her friend. "Quick, pick it up. It's on the way." before Hyeong-Ung could even pick up his pen, you got up, taking his pen and facing Su-Jeong.

"Aren't you tired?" you asked her, putting Hyeong-Ung pen back on his table you both had been sharing since earlier. She look at you up and down, her smile fading from her face. "You," you looked around the classroom, where everyone was focused on what was happening between you and Su-Jeong. "You didn't even tried to hear Hyeong-Ung side." you continued with. "He's innocent, believe me. And don't come with pitying apologies after you'll see that I am right."

Su-Jeong scoffed at you, walking closer of you and suddenly pushing you harshly against Hyeon-Ung table, hurting your hips.

"What do you think you are doing?" He suddenly stood up from his seat, Su-Jeong able to feel his breath and the anger beneath his eyes as how much he was close of her. "You can hit me, insult me, but don't even think of laying a hand on her." his voice trembled when speaking, his hands forming into fist, mind telling him to not hit her and make things worse. It was bringing back memories, back when you couldn't even stand up for yourself.

"You fucking bitch," the boy holded you by your hair while the whole classroom stared at you—sitting on the floor all bloody. Not laughing, not trying to help you. You just felt like the monsters you believed to be under your bed and your closet were actually real. All you could see were dark shadows trying to grab you into their world. Until a gleam appeared, warming you in it's light. That's was Hyeon-Ung. The boy that everyone thought as mommy good boy fought back for you even if it handicaped him for his own image.

And now, it was you turn to become the trusty-worthy person.

"Hyeon-Ung," you grabbed him by his arm. "I'm fine," you nodded to reassure him, slowly pulling him out from Su-Jeong face. "Let's get somewhere calmer, before it get worse," you told him as he breathed out, packing his things inside his backpack as you did the same. "And Su-Jeong," you stopped as you were walking out of the classroom. "Don't feel proud to be a perpetrator."

It was silent. The only sound coming from the birds singing and hanging around trees. Both of you and Hyeon-Ung came to sit somewhere calm in the school, finding peace in each others presence.

"Thank you," Hyeon-Ung turned his head to look at you, "for helping me." he bitter smiled at you. He looked down at your hand who was delicately rested on the bench beside you, humming at his sentence. He cleared his throat, getting up to pretend to fix his clothes, actually sitting closer to you.

"What exactly happened with professor Cheon for you to hit him?" you asked him and looked back, closing the eyes contact between you. "The ERPB came to our school, it must be something big happening." you justified yourself, hands in your lap as you pursed your lips. He could trust you, you were his best-friend after all and you both saw each others in every state. Sad. Angry. Happy. Disgusted. Everything. But, this feeling in his chest was making him anxious of even placing a word about it to you. You saw it. "Don't force yourself if you can't. Just tell me when you feel like it," you tapped his shoulder lightly. He kept looking at you, adverting his gaze from your left to your right eyes.

The world felt like stopping itself at the moment, breath hitching before he suddenly wrapping you into a hug and tightening his embrace on you. "Thank you, for ever caring about me." he murmured in the hug, eyes teary when you replied back to the hug by wrapping your arms at him. "If only I could show you how much I love you..." he whispered, your eyes widening at his sentence.

"Love... Me?" you questionned him as he hummed.

"That's the only thing that I am bad at if we can say so," he chuckled. "Count it as a kind of compliment, i'm still not ready for a full confession," he continued with, burying his face in your shoulder. The silent instaured itself back with ease, the atmosphere who was once tense now relaxed.

In a world that can be cruel... You definitely found your light, and he found his force to continue to live on.

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[kihyeoniie]

𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓

: ̗̀▶SYNOPSIS — One thing you were sure of : Hyeong-Ung was innocent. He had been framed and you trusted him with all your heart. It's not because Hyeong-Ung and you were dating, but because somehow, a feeling stopped you from believing rumors. He had been helping you since years from getting out of bullying, and now, it was your turn to become the trusty-worthy person.

GENRE — Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Romance

PAIRINGS — Park Hyeong-Ung x Fem!Reader

↳˳⸙ WARNINGS — Bullying, Violence

AUTHOR NOTE — I actually wasn't sure of to end this fic so... Hope you still enjoy it!

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"So, this is how you do it." it had been since yesterday Hyeong-Ung had returned back to school after the 'incident' between him and professor Cheon. Well, that's what you thought, that this was a simple incident while everyone else thought of it as voluntary. While everyone was spitting behind his back, you were proudly defending him. Hyeong-Ung wasn't the type to be violent, but when something bad disrupt him, he isn't either the type to let himself be attacked. What happened with professor Cheon had definitely something awful going on behind what the day let us see.

You nodded at Hyeong-Ung explaination. Despite how he has to live with his new image at school, he was still taking his time with you, ignoring what people thought of him. As long as he had you by his side, he could live. "Oops, sorry," suddenly, someone bumped harshly into his shoulder while he was writing to you tips on the exercise, making his pen fall on the floor and a line traced on the page. You both looked at the person—Jung Su-Jeong. You didn't knew what she had on him, what kind of anger he might have provoked to her, but since his yesterday return she has been the one who tried to make him feel like a monster at school. "What? Go back go studying." she looked at him, laughing with her friend. "Quick, pick it up. It's on the way." before Hyeong-Ung could even pick up his pen, you got up, taking his pen and facing Su-Jeong.

"Aren't you tired?" you asked her, putting Hyeong-Ung pen back on his table you both had been sharing since earlier. She look at you up and down, her smile fading from her face. "You," you looked around the classroom, where everyone was focused on what was happening between you and Su-Jeong. "You didn't even tried to hear Hyeong-Ung side." you continued with. "He's innocent, believe me. And don't come with pitying apologies after you'll see that I am right."

Su-Jeong scoffed at you, walking closer of you and suddenly pushing you harshly against Hyeon-Ung table, hurting your hips.

"What do you think you are doing?" He suddenly stood up from his seat, Su-Jeong able to feel his breath and the anger beneath his eyes as how much he was close of her. "You can hit me, insult me, but don't even think of laying a hand on her." his voice trembled when speaking, his hands forming into fist, mind telling him to not hit her and make things worse. It was bringing back memories, back when you couldn't even stand up for yourself.

"You fucking bitch," the boy holded you by your hair while the whole classroom stared at you—sitting on the floor all bloody. Not laughing, not trying to help you. You just felt like the monsters you believed to be under your bed and your closet were actually real. All you could see were dark shadows trying to grab you into their world. Until a gleam appeared, warming you in it's light. That's was Hyeon-Ung. The boy that everyone thought as mommy good boy fought back for you even if it handicaped him for his own image.

And now, it was you turn to become the trusty-worthy person.

"Hyeon-Ung," you grabbed him by his arm. "I'm fine," you nodded to reassure him, slowly pulling him out from Su-Jeong face. "Let's get somewhere calmer, before it get worse," you told him as he breathed out, packing his things inside his backpack as you did the same. "And Su-Jeong," you stopped as you were walking out of the classroom. "Don't feel proud to be a perpetrator."

It was silent. The only sound coming from the birds singing and hanging around trees. Both of you and Hyeon-Ung came to sit somewhere calm in the school, finding peace in each others presence.

"Thank you," Hyeon-Ung turned his head to look at you, "for helping me." he bitter smiled at you. He looked down at your hand who was delicately rested on the bench beside you, humming at his sentence. He cleared his throat, getting up to pretend to fix his clothes, actually sitting closer to you.

"What exactly happened with professor Cheon for you to hit him?" you asked him and looked back, closing the eyes contact between you. "The ERPB came to our school, it must be something big happening." you justified yourself, hands in your lap as you pursed your lips. He could trust you, you were his best-friend after all and you both saw each others in every state. Sad. Angry. Happy. Disgusted. Everything. But, this feeling in his chest was making him anxious of even placing a word about it to you. You saw it. "Don't force yourself if you can't. Just tell me when you feel like it," you tapped his shoulder lightly. He kept looking at you, adverting his gaze from your left to your right eyes.

The world felt like stopping itself at the moment, breath hitching before he suddenly wrapping you into a hug and tightening his embrace on you. "Thank you, for ever caring about me." he murmured in the hug, eyes teary when you replied back to the hug by wrapping your arms at him. "If only I could show you how much I love you..." he whispered, your eyes widening at his sentence.

"Love... Me?" you questionned him as he hummed.

"That's the only thing that I am bad at if we can say so," he chuckled. "Count it as a kind of compliment, i'm still not ready for a full confession," he continued with, burying his face in your shoulder. The silent instaured itself back with ease, the atmosphere who was once tense now relaxed.

In a world that can be cruel... You definitely found your light, and he found his force to continue to live on.

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[kihyeoniie]

𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓

: ̗̀▶SYNOPSIS — One thing you were sure of : Hyeong-Ung was innocent. He had been framed and you trusted him with all your heart. It's not because Hyeong-Ung and you were dating, but because somehow, a feeling stopped you from believing rumors. He had been helping you since years from getting out of bullying, and now, it was your turn to become the trusty-worthy person.

GENRE — Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Romance

PAIRINGS — Park Hyeong-Ung x Fem!Reader

↳˳⸙ WARNINGS — Bullying, Violence

AUTHOR NOTE — I actually wasn't sure of to end this fic so... Hope you still enjoy it!

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"So, this is how you do it." it had been since yesterday Hyeong-Ung had returned back to school after the 'incident' between him and professor Cheon. Well, that's what you thought, that this was a simple incident while everyone else thought of it as voluntary. While everyone was spitting behind his back, you were proudly defending him. Hyeong-Ung wasn't the type to be violent, but when something bad disrupt him, he isn't either the type to let himself be attacked. What happened with professor Cheon had definitely something awful going on behind what the day let us see.

You nodded at Hyeong-Ung explaination. Despite how he has to live with his new image at school, he was still taking his time with you, ignoring what people thought of him. As long as he had you by his side, he could live. "Oops, sorry," suddenly, someone bumped harshly into his shoulder while he was writing to you tips on the exercise, making his pen fall on the floor and a line traced on the page. You both looked at the person—Jung Su-Jeong. You didn't knew what she had on him, what kind of anger he might have provoked to her, but since his yesterday return she has been the one who tried to make him feel like a monster at school. "What? Go back go studying." she looked at him, laughing with her friend. "Quick, pick it up. It's on the way." before Hyeong-Ung could even pick up his pen, you got up, taking his pen and facing Su-Jeong.

"Aren't you tired?" you asked her, putting Hyeong-Ung pen back on his table you both had been sharing since earlier. She look at you up and down, her smile fading from her face. "You," you looked around the classroom, where everyone was focused on what was happening between you and Su-Jeong. "You didn't even tried to hear Hyeong-Ung side." you continued with. "He's innocent, believe me. And don't come with pitying apologies after you'll see that I am right."

Su-Jeong scoffed at you, walking closer of you and suddenly pushing you harshly against Hyeon-Ung table, hurting your hips.

"What do you think you are doing?" He suddenly stood up from his seat, Su-Jeong able to feel his breath and the anger beneath his eyes as how much he was close of her. "You can hit me, insult me, but don't even think of laying a hand on her." his voice trembled when speaking, his hands forming into fist, mind telling him to not hit her and make things worse. It was bringing back memories, back when you couldn't even stand up for yourself.

"You fucking bitch," the boy holded you by your hair while the whole classroom stared at you—sitting on the floor all bloody. Not laughing, not trying to help you. You just felt like the monsters you believed to be under your bed and your closet were actually real. All you could see were dark shadows trying to grab you into their world. Until a gleam appeared, warming you in it's light. That's was Hyeon-Ung. The boy that everyone thought as mommy good boy fought back for you even if it handicaped him for his own image.

And now, it was you turn to become the trusty-worthy person.

"Hyeon-Ung," you grabbed him by his arm. "I'm fine," you nodded to reassure him, slowly pulling him out from Su-Jeong face. "Let's get somewhere calmer, before it get worse," you told him as he breathed out, packing his things inside his backpack as you did the same. "And Su-Jeong," you stopped as you were walking out of the classroom. "Don't feel proud to be a perpetrator."

It was silent. The only sound coming from the birds singing and hanging around trees. Both of you and Hyeon-Ung came to sit somewhere calm in the school, finding peace in each others presence.

"Thank you," Hyeon-Ung turned his head to look at you, "for helping me." he bitter smiled at you. He looked down at your hand who was delicately rested on the bench beside you, humming at his sentence. He cleared his throat, getting up to pretend to fix his clothes, actually sitting closer to you.

"What exactly happened with professor Cheon for you to hit him?" you asked him and looked back, closing the eyes contact between you. "The ERPB came to our school, it must be something big happening." you justified yourself, hands in your lap as you pursed your lips. He could trust you, you were his best-friend after all and you both saw each others in every state. Sad. Angry. Happy. Disgusted. Everything. But, this feeling in his chest was making him anxious of even placing a word about it to you. You saw it. "Don't force yourself if you can't. Just tell me when you feel like it," you tapped his shoulder lightly. He kept looking at you, adverting his gaze from your left to your right eyes.

The world felt like stopping itself at the moment, breath hitching before he suddenly wrapping you into a hug and tightening his embrace on you. "Thank you, for ever caring about me." he murmured in the hug, eyes teary when you replied back to the hug by wrapping your arms at him. "If only I could show you how much I love you..." he whispered, your eyes widening at his sentence.

"Love... Me?" you questionned him as he hummed.

"That's the only thing that I am bad at if we can say so," he chuckled. "Count it as a kind of compliment, i'm still not ready for a full confession," he continued with, burying his face in your shoulder. The silent instaured itself back with ease, the atmosphere who was once tense now relaxed.

In a world that can be cruel... You definitely found your light, and he found his force to continue to live on.

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[kihyeoniie]

AN ANON REQUESTED : Im Han-Rim x Fem!Reader 👀 In the last eps which when Han-Rim got drugged by the trap and reader helping Han-Rim and basically while Han-Rim was high it was like a confession.

𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

: ̗̀▶SYNOPSIS — Im Han-Rim was good at hiding secrets. Even from Na Hwa-Jin himself. But who thought that being drugged would reveal the deepest secret she had been hiding toward you?

GENRE — Bit Of Angst, Fluff, Romance, Wlw

PAIRINGS — Im Han-Rim x Fem!Reader

↳˳⸙ WARNINGS — None

AUTHOR NOTE — Hope you like it anon! So, I also kind of don't know if I should make a part 2 to this one... Cause I got thrilled while writing it! Fluffy gl is everything ><

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How we're you supposed to comfort her?

Right after you, Bong Geun-Dae and Im Han-Rim fought the others students together, it turned out that Han-Rim had been drugged up due to the mysterious balloon that had popped out on Geun-Dae and her. And right now, it wasn't helping her at all, only intensifying her emotions. Seeing Hwa-Jin getting stabbed right in front of her eyes while she was unacapable of thinking straight was burying her far away in her thoughts, screaming at the sight.

"D-Do something to help, anything you can think..." Han-Rim asked you, hitting her head with her hands to try to find back her mind. You slowly took her wrists, preventing her to hurt herself further. And as if this was magic, she stopped, locking eyes contact with you. But of course it wasn't going to happen so quietly, something had to happen, or it wasn't going to be the usual ERPB adventures.

Han-Rim smiled at you, giggling. "Deputy Bong... Can I say something to you?" she looked around, getting closer of you. So now she was hallucinating that you were Geun-Dae? If it was like that, you were going to play the game, as long as she was being fine and not memored of what happened to Na Hwa-Jin some seconds ago.

"What is it?" you asked, tilting your head and frowning at her weird composure. It was like seeing a teenager crushing on somebody from how much she was blushing, putting her hand in front of her mouth while some giggling sound were getting out of her.

She sighed with a grin. "I am in love with someone," she whispered loudly, as if she thought she was being discreet about it.

"Someone, who?" you asked her, curious.

"But... I'm not sure of myself. I thought my whole life would end up with a man, but this girl... This woman... Is fucking amazing." she revealed. "She's in the ERPB." silence. You were only two women in the ERPB, those being her... And you. Did she just confessed about liking you?

"Are you sure you don't want to end up your life with a man?" you questionned her, but she shook her head. "No, i'm officially lesbian from today! I don't feel attracted to any man in the world. And shit... That woman is hot..." Han-Rim cracked a smirk, biting her lips to retain any more giggle from coming out, ruffling her hair back. "No man can take care of her like I will. I'm the only one that can protect her," she continued.

You blushed back. You weren't sure about liking women too to be honest. Whenever you'd be in a mission beside Han-Rim alone, this feeling of butterfly inside your stomach would always somehow start and only stop when she'd be away from your sight.

"And what would you do, if _____ says that she loves you back?" you confronted her, still speaking as Bong Geun-Dae and hoping she wouldn't suddenly sober up too fast.

She hugged you. Tightly.

"Deputy Bong... You're really such a precious friend. But I don't think she does love women too..." Han-Rim pouted in the hug, head rested against your shoulder. "I think... She'll never love me." she heaved a sigh, closing her eyes. You called her name, but she wasn't moving, which made you worried.

"Im Han-Rim!" you yelled her name, taking her by both of her shoulders and agitating her. But still unresponsive. Suddenly, a familiar voice chimed, black derby shoes appearing in your view.

"Don't worry," Na Hwa-Jin, holding his open wound in his hand, and Bong Geun-Dae giving you a little hand wave as he was behind Na Hwa-Jin, tons of pc's tied up to his whole body. He had been the one saving Hwa-Jin from getting stabbed further, taking his courage in his hands and ending up sending the High Schoolers to the hospital with his fatal hits althought he didn't knew how to fight. "She's just sleeping... After that impressive confession," Hwa-Jin continued, teasing you. How has he been hearing all of that? What?

"You're hurt, Geun-Dae, go get some help for him!" your eyes widened at him, gesturing your hand and flicking your head to the side at him. "A-And that wasn't a confession! She's just drugged... That's all." you blinked, murmuring the last sentence while looking at the floor. Hwa-Jin hummed, not believing you at all.

"If it's what you think... But don't come at me when she'll be sober enough to confess for real." he started to walk away with Geun-Dae. Wait. Did he knew she liked you? With how he stared at you and smiled at your reactions... This wasn't a coincidence.

"NA HWA-JIN, DON'T TELL ME—"

"I wish you a successful mariage and kids with her!"

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𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐔𝐏

: ̗̀▶ SYNOPSIS — In-Beom haircut was always his secret signal : when his hair was let down, it meant he was chill, someone you could approach easily. But when he tied up his hair? It's that maybe you should have listened to his first warning to start with.

GENRE — Angst, Bit Of Fluff, Romance

PAIRINGS — Cho In-Beom x Fem!Reader

↳˳⸙ WARNINGS — Kissing

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It wasn't that he wasn't working hard. In contrary, he was exhausting himself to the point of being able to sleep only for five hours at least before going to school everyday.

But was his work of getting better worked? Not really... His grade were below his own expectations, always thinking he'd succeed this exam after finishing it to almost having a pang of sadness inside him seeing the bad grade.

Luckily, he had almost forgot that he had a smart girlfriend, the type of "nerd" that may be bullied and seen as weak by everyone but had a better use of her brain. Someone that didn't listened to anyone and never had a single bad grade.

That's why everyday, afterschool, instead of exhausting himself to study alone and unefficiently, he walked with you to your house so that you could explain him the homeworks.

And then finally came the exam. Failed. Even with your explaination, he succeeded to fail it. Again.

It was getting on his nerves, making him mad at you. You were damn smart, did you do it on purpose? Or was he the dumb one in there?

You could see it, he wasn't listening to your explaination, leaned on his chair, as if he could care less about it. His feet were disrespectfully rested on your desk, making you roll your eyes in annoyance. "In-Beom, remove them." you told him once, him ignoring you. That's it, you couldn't support him and took one of his leg forcefully and made it fall on the floor.

"What are you doing?" he finally looked at you, clicking his tongue as you sighed. "You don't listen to me since earlier. Can't you have at least a bit of respect for me?" you replied to him, looking frustrated.

You and In-Beom didn't really argumented with each others, most of the time being at peace together. When an argument occured, you knew that it wasn't for nothing.

"Is it because you failed the test?" you asked him as his tongue poked out of his cheek. "Yeah," he didn't hesitated, scoffing at you. "You did it on purpose, you explained me something else on purpose, I know it." he removed his second leg out of your desk, arm crossed against his chest and looking everywhere but you.

You frowned. What was he talking about? Never once in your life you would do something like this!

"In-Beom, you may have been the one misunderstanding the test. I don't have anything to do about it," you justified yourself with, In-Beom not wanting to understand your point of view.

"Fuck your lies. I'm tired, you know? I'm trying my best yet you had to ruin it!" he got up, starting to yell at you. He was just letting out his frustration, you were saying to yourself. It will pass... But as the time passed by, he was yelling, cursing all around that you thought the neighbors heard him clearly.

"You think you're the only one exhausted there? I take my free time to help you! You didn't even thanked me for it!" you got up too, trying to desesperatly make him stop. But that one sudden glare of his... Was his first warning. "Don't cut me off to say bullshit, ____" he didn't let go of the eyes contact. "Bullshit? Do you even hear yourself?" the tilt of his head to the side, was the second warning.  "What are you even going to do about it? Hit me? Curse me out?" that was it. He slowly took out the black elastic on his wrist, tying up his hair into a ponytail.

Oh...

"What I am going to do you?" he slowly walked toward you, making you step back automatically.

Your legs suddenly touched your bed. You couldn't step back, or you'd fell on it, and In-Beom saw it well too, looking behind you before his head went to look beside him as if people might watch him. His hand went to grab your collar and push you down on your bed, him getting on top of you before raising one of his eyebrow. "Still want to say something?" he asked you. "Should I continue to speak in this position so you finally listen to me?" he continued with, making you gulp.

"No, but you're the one who isn't lis-" bla bla bla, In-Beom rolled his eyes and kissed you, shutting you up.

One of his arm went beside your head to support himself while the other went to hold you by your waist.

His lips, despite being rough and not well treated were still soft on yours, moving with a sweetness althought he was mad at you, head tilted so you couldn't escape him even if you wanted to.

He broke off the kiss, both of you breathless by it. "If you even say one word, l'll kiss you again. Understood?" you nodded at his words, blushing while he grinned at you.

Maybe he should do that more times, so that you'll learn to listen to him first.

Should he?

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[kihyeoniie]

could you write something for park hyeonung from teach you a lesson? maybe classmates to lovers or pre established relationship and it’s about how the reader comforts him while the whole incident with the ERPB goes down?

KIHYEONIIE ANSWER :

Hi! I tried to do my best about it, so I really hope you enjoy it!

link

[kihyeoniie]

𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓

: ̗̀▶SYNOPSIS — One thing you were sure of : Hyeong-Ung was innocent. He had been framed and you trusted him with all your heart. It's not because Hyeong-Ung and you were dating, but because somehow, a feeling stopped you from believing rumors. He had been helping you since years from getting out of bullying, and now, it was your turn to become the trusty-worthy person.

GENRE — Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Romance

PAIRINGS — Park Hyeong-Ung x Fem!Reader

↳˳⸙ WARNINGS — Bullying, Violence

AUTHOR NOTE — I actually wasn't sure of to end this fic so... Hope you still enjoy it!

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"So, this is how you do it." it had been since yesterday Hyeong-Ung had returned back to school after the 'incident' between him and professor Cheon. Well, that's what you thought, that this was a simple incident while everyone else thought of it as voluntary. While everyone was spitting behind his back, you were proudly defending him. Hyeong-Ung wasn't the type to be violent, but when something bad disrupt him, he isn't either the type to let himself be attacked. What happened with professor Cheon had definitely something awful going on behind what the day let us see.

You nodded at Hyeong-Ung explaination. Despite how he has to live with his new image at school, he was still taking his time with you, ignoring what people thought of him. As long as he had you by his side, he could live. "Oops, sorry," suddenly, someone bumped harshly into his shoulder while he was writing to you tips on the exercise, making his pen fall on the floor and a line traced on the page. You both looked at the person—Jung Su-Jeong. You didn't knew what she had on him, what kind of anger he might have provoked to her, but since his yesterday return she has been the one who tried to make him feel like a monster at school. "What? Go back go studying." she looked at him, laughing with her friend. "Quick, pick it up. It's on the way." before Hyeong-Ung could even pick up his pen, you got up, taking his pen and facing Su-Jeong.

"Aren't you tired?" you asked her, putting Hyeong-Ung pen back on his table you both had been sharing since earlier. She look at you up and down, her smile fading from her face. "You," you looked around the classroom, where everyone was focused on what was happening between you and Su-Jeong. "You didn't even tried to hear Hyeong-Ung side." you continued with. "He's innocent, believe me. And don't come with pitying apologies after you'll see that I am right."

Su-Jeong scoffed at you, walking closer of you and suddenly pushing you harshly against Hyeon-Ung table, hurting your hips.

"What do you think you are doing?" He suddenly stood up from his seat, Su-Jeong able to feel his breath and the anger beneath his eyes as how much he was close of her. "You can hit me, insult me, but don't even think of laying a hand on her." his voice trembled when speaking, his hands forming into fist, mind telling him to not hit her and make things worse. It was bringing back memories, back when you couldn't even stand up for yourself.

"You fucking bitch," the boy holded you by your hair while the whole classroom stared at you—sitting on the floor all bloody. Not laughing, not trying to help you. You just felt like the monsters you believed to be under your bed and your closet were actually real. All you could see were dark shadows trying to grab you into their world. Until a gleam appeared, warming you in it's light. That's was Hyeon-Ung. The boy that everyone thought as mommy good boy fought back for you even if it handicaped him for his own image.

And now, it was you turn to become the trusty-worthy person.

"Hyeon-Ung," you grabbed him by his arm. "I'm fine," you nodded to reassure him, slowly pulling him out from Su-Jeong face. "Let's get somewhere calmer, before it get worse," you told him as he breathed out, packing his things inside his backpack as you did the same. "And Su-Jeong," you stopped as you were walking out of the classroom. "Don't feel proud to be a perpetrator."

It was silent. The only sound coming from the birds singing and hanging around trees. Both of you and Hyeon-Ung came to sit somewhere calm in the school, finding peace in each others presence.

"Thank you," Hyeon-Ung turned his head to look at you, "for helping me." he bitter smiled at you. He looked down at your hand who was delicately rested on the bench beside you, humming at his sentence. He cleared his throat, getting up to pretend to fix his clothes, actually sitting closer to you.

"What exactly happened with professor Cheon for you to hit him?" you asked him and looked back, closing the eyes contact between you. "The ERPB came to our school, it must be something big happening." you justified yourself, hands in your lap as you pursed your lips. He could trust you, you were his best-friend after all and you both saw each others in every state. Sad. Angry. Happy. Disgusted. Everything. But, this feeling in his chest was making him anxious of even placing a word about it to you. You saw it. "Don't force yourself if you can't. Just tell me when you feel like it," you tapped his shoulder lightly. He kept looking at you, adverting his gaze from your left to your right eyes.

The world felt like stopping itself at the moment, breath hitching before he suddenly wrapping you into a hug and tightening his embrace on you. "Thank you, for ever caring about me." he murmured in the hug, eyes teary when you replied back to the hug by wrapping your arms at him. "If only I could show you how much I love you..." he whispered, your eyes widening at his sentence.

"Love... Me?" you questionned him as he hummed.

"That's the only thing that I am bad at if we can say so," he chuckled. "Count it as a kind of compliment, i'm still not ready for a full confession," he continued with, burying his face in your shoulder. The silent instaured itself back with ease, the atmosphere who was once tense now relaxed.

In a world that can be cruel... You definitely found your light, and he found his force to continue to live on.

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[kihyeoniie]

Hello! 😊

I noticed that requests seemed to be open, or at least that's how it appeared to me. I apologize in advance if I misunderstood.

I was wondering if it would be possible to request a headcanon or a drabble featuring an albino reader with Cho In Beom. If possible, I would also love to see Park Seong Hwan included, but if not, just In Beom would be perfectly fine.

I don't mind however long it may take, so please take your time. Thank you very much in advance if you decide to write it! 💕

KIHYEONIIE ANSWER :

Hi! I actually don't really feel comfortable taking this request because I don't have personal experience with albinism, and I wouldn't want to misrepresent it or get anything wrong. If it can reassure you, I actually don't write 'x Fem!Reader' or 'x Male!Reader' fics with specific physical traits in mind (unless it's specified, I don't really write things like that). I prefer to keep them completely open for everyone. Hope you understand! Sorry!

[kihyeoniie]

hiii ik this is not a request but i just want to say that i loved ur hanrim work!!🥹🥹 i hope that maybe in the future you can make more hanrim x fem!reader💗

KIHYEONIIE ANSWER :

Oh my god, thank you so much 🥹🙏!

As a gl lover (also a bl but less) who loves those kind of healthy relationship, you can be sure I will make lots of them! Love ya!

[kihyeoniie]

AN ANON REQUESTED : Im Han-Rim x Fem!Reader 👀 In the last eps which when Han-Rim got drugged by the trap and reader helping Han-Rim and basically while Han-Rim was high it was like a confession.

𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

: ̗̀▶SYNOPSIS — Im Han-Rim was good at hiding secrets. Even from Na Hwa-Jin himself. But who thought that being drugged would reveal the deepest secret she had been hiding toward you?

GENRE — Bit Of Angst, Fluff, Romance, Wlw

PAIRINGS — Im Han-Rim x Fem!Reader

↳˳⸙ WARNINGS — None

AUTHOR NOTE — Hope you like it anon! So, I also kind of don't know if I should make a part 2 to this one... Cause I got thrilled while writing it! Fluffy gl is everything ><

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How we're you supposed to comfort her?

Right after you, Bong Geun-Dae and Im Han-Rim fought the others students together, it turned out that Han-Rim had been drugged up due to the mysterious balloon that had popped out on Geun-Dae and her. And right now, it wasn't helping her at all, only intensifying her emotions. Seeing Hwa-Jin getting stabbed right in front of her eyes while she was unacapable of thinking straight was burying her far away in her thoughts, screaming at the sight.

"D-Do something to help, anything you can think..." Han-Rim asked you, hitting her head with her hands to try to find back her mind. You slowly took her wrists, preventing her to hurt herself further. And as if this was magic, she stopped, locking eyes contact with you. But of course it wasn't going to happen so quietly, something had to happen, or it wasn't going to be the usual ERPB adventures.

Han-Rim smiled at you, giggling. "Deputy Bong... Can I say something to you?" she looked around, getting closer of you. So now she was hallucinating that you were Geun-Dae? If it was like that, you were going to play the game, as long as she was being fine and not memored of what happened to Na Hwa-Jin some seconds ago.

"What is it?" you asked, tilting your head and frowning at her weird composure. It was like seeing a teenager crushing on somebody from how much she was blushing, putting her hand in front of her mouth while some giggling sound were getting out of her.

She sighed with a grin. "I am in love with someone," she whispered loudly, as if she thought she was being discreet about it.

"Someone, who?" you asked her, curious.

"But... I'm not sure of myself. I thought my whole life would end up with a man, but this girl... This woman... Is fucking amazing." she revealed. "She's in the ERPB." silence. You were only two women in the ERPB, those being her... And you. Did she just confessed about liking you?

"Are you sure you don't want to end up your life with a man?" you questionned her, but she shook her head. "No, i'm officially lesbian from today! I don't feel attracted to any man in the world. And shit... That woman is hot..." Han-Rim cracked a smirk, biting her lips to retain any more giggle from coming out, ruffling her hair back. "No man can take care of her like I will. I'm the only one that can protect her," she continued.

You blushed back. You weren't sure about liking women too to be honest. Whenever you'd be in a mission beside Han-Rim alone, this feeling of butterfly inside your stomach would always somehow start and only stop when she'd be away from your sight.

"And what would you do, if _____ says that she loves you back?" you confronted her, still speaking as Bong Geun-Dae and hoping she wouldn't suddenly sober up too fast.

She hugged you. Tightly.

"Deputy Bong... You're really such a precious friend. But I don't think she does love women too..." Han-Rim pouted in the hug, head rested against your shoulder. "I think... She'll never love me." she heaved a sigh, closing her eyes. You called her name, but she wasn't moving, which made you worried.

"Im Han-Rim!" you yelled her name, taking her by both of her shoulders and agitating her. But still unresponsive. Suddenly, a familiar voice chimed, black derby shoes appearing in your view.

"Don't worry," Na Hwa-Jin, holding his open wound in his hand, and Bong Geun-Dae giving you a little hand wave as he was behind Na Hwa-Jin, tons of pc's tied up to his whole body. He had been the one saving Hwa-Jin from getting stabbed further, taking his courage in his hands and ending up sending the High Schoolers to the hospital with his fatal hits althought he didn't knew how to fight. "She's just sleeping... After that impressive confession," Hwa-Jin continued, teasing you. How has he been hearing all of that? What?

"You're hurt, Geun-Dae, go get some help for him!" your eyes widened at him, gesturing your hand and flicking your head to the side at him. "A-And that wasn't a confession! She's just drugged... That's all." you blinked, murmuring the last sentence while looking at the floor. Hwa-Jin hummed, not believing you at all.

"If it's what you think... But don't come at me when she'll be sober enough to confess for real." he started to walk away with Geun-Dae. Wait. Did he knew she liked you? With how he stared at you and smiled at your reactions... This wasn't a coincidence.

"NA HWA-JIN, DON'T TELL ME—"

"I wish you a successful mariage and kids with her!"

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[kihyeoniie]

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐔𝐏

: ̗̀▶ SYNOPSIS — In-Beom haircut was always his secret signal : when his hair was let down, it meant he was chill, someone you could approach easily. But when he tied up his hair? It's that maybe you should have listened to his first warning to start with.

GENRE — Angst, Bit Of Fluff, Romance

PAIRINGS — Cho In-Beom x Fem!Reader

↳˳⸙ WARNINGS — Kissing

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It wasn't that he wasn't working hard. In contrary, he was exhausting himself to the point of being able to sleep only for five hours at least before going to school everyday.

But was his work of getting better worked? Not really... His grade were below his own expectations, always thinking he'd succeed this exam after finishing it to almost having a pang of sadness inside him seeing the bad grade.

Luckily, he had almost forgot that he had a smart girlfriend, the type of "nerd" that may be bullied and seen as weak by everyone but had a better use of her brain. Someone that didn't listened to anyone and never had a single bad grade.

That's why everyday, afterschool, instead of exhausting himself to study alone and unefficiently, he walked with you to your house so that you could explain him the homeworks.

And then finally came the exam. Failed. Even with your explaination, he succeeded to fail it. Again.

It was getting on his nerves, making him mad at you. You were damn smart, did you do it on purpose? Or was he the dumb one in there?

You could see it, he wasn't listening to your explaination, leaned on his chair, as if he could care less about it. His feet were disrespectfully rested on your desk, making you roll your eyes in annoyance. "In-Beom, remove them." you told him once, him ignoring you. That's it, you couldn't support him and took one of his leg forcefully and made it fall on the floor.

"What are you doing?" he finally looked at you, clicking his tongue as you sighed. "You don't listen to me since earlier. Can't you have at least a bit of respect for me?" you replied to him, looking frustrated.

You and In-Beom didn't really argumented with each others, most of the time being at peace together. When an argument occured, you knew that it wasn't for nothing.

"Is it because you failed the test?" you asked him as his tongue poked out of his cheek. "Yeah," he didn't hesitated, scoffing at you. "You did it on purpose, you explained me something else on purpose, I know it." he removed his second leg out of your desk, arm crossed against his chest and looking everywhere but you.

You frowned. What was he talking about? Never once in your life you would do something like this!

"In-Beom, you may have been the one misunderstanding the test. I don't have anything to do about it," you justified yourself with, In-Beom not wanting to understand your point of view.

"Fuck your lies. I'm tired, you know? I'm trying my best yet you had to ruin it!" he got up, starting to yell at you. He was just letting out his frustration, you were saying to yourself. It will pass... But as the time passed by, he was yelling, cursing all around that you thought the neighbors heard him clearly.

"You think you're the only one exhausted there? I take my free time to help you! You didn't even thanked me for it!" you got up too, trying to desesperatly make him stop. But that one sudden glare of his... Was his first warning. "Don't cut me off to say bullshit, ____" he didn't let go of the eyes contact. "Bullshit? Do you even hear yourself?" the tilt of his head to the side, was the second warning.  "What are you even going to do about it? Hit me? Curse me out?" that was it. He slowly took out the black elastic on his wrist, tying up his hair into a ponytail.

Oh...

"What I am going to do you?" he slowly walked toward you, making you step back automatically.

Your legs suddenly touched your bed. You couldn't step back, or you'd fell on it, and In-Beom saw it well too, looking behind you before his head went to look beside him as if people might watch him. His hand went to grab your collar and push you down on your bed, him getting on top of you before raising one of his eyebrow. "Still want to say something?" he asked you. "Should I continue to speak in this position so you finally listen to me?" he continued with, making you gulp.

"No, but you're the one who isn't lis-" bla bla bla, In-Beom rolled his eyes and kissed you, shutting you up.

One of his arm went beside your head to support himself while the other went to hold you by your waist.

His lips, despite being rough and not well treated were still soft on yours, moving with a sweetness althought he was mad at you, head tilted so you couldn't escape him even if you wanted to.

He broke off the kiss, both of you breathless by it. "If you even say one word, l'll kiss you again. Understood?" you nodded at his words, blushing while he grinned at you.

Maybe he should do that more times, so that you'll learn to listen to him first.

Should he?

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