Hi luv! Do you accept requests for long fics about a specific character from “The Glory”? I have an idea for Jae-Joon in mind but i wanted to know if you accept that. 🫶🫰
You noticed Dongeun first. The way she carried herself, the sharp intelligence in her eyes, her quiet confidence that drew you in. You were the one to make the first move, the one who let your feelings known, sparking a connection she hadn’t expected. She wasn't certain if she wanted it at first, but she was charmed by your interest. When she finally allowed herself to feel and become open to such possibilities like love... it hit her with full force.
Her affection is all-consuming, protective, and relentless, dominating the emotional dynamic between you. Every touch, glance, or word becomes charged with intensity, and you realize that while you sparked the flame, she’s the one keeping it roaring. The tension is thrilling: your heart races at her devotion, her obsession, and the way she makes you feel both safe and breathless all at once.
Joo Yeo-jeong
Partners-in-crime
Your romance with Yeo‑jeong grew from shared secrets, schemes, and high-staked moments. Every time you faced a challenge together, you two only came out stronger. Whether strategizing, confronting danger, or navigating tense social dynamics, your trust and connection deepen. There is a thrill in being unstoppable together in knowing that the two of you can rely on each other completely.
Affection grows naturally between the two of you, alongside adrenaline, each laugh, glance, or touch carrying the weight of shared experiences. Every stolen moment, every quiet conversation, becomes charged with intimacy, and your bond feels unbreakable. Love in this context isn’t just about romance. It’s about partnership, loyalty, and the unspoken promise that you’ll always have each other’s backs.
Ha Do-yeong
Rich Love
Doyeong’s love surrounds you like a warm, protective cocoon: a combination of stability, wealth, and unwavering devotion. Beyond the comfort his resources provide, it’s the emotional richness that makes the relationship intoxicating. The little things he does, like remembering your favorite tea, leaving notes when he’s away, subtle gestures of protection shows how deeply he values you.
His affection is not flashy but deeply personal, making you feel treasured at every moment. He listens, understands, and shields you from harm, willing to make sacrifices without hesitation. Being with Doyeong feels like being wrapped in a cocoon of care, indulgence, and profound respect, where you know that your happiness is his highest priority.
Park Yeon-jin
Forbidden Love
Yeonjin’s affection is intense, thrilling, and dangerous. Being with her feels like crossing a line. Her charm and charisma pulls you in but there’s always a risk. Whether from social consequences, moral boundaries, or the sharp edge of her obsessive tendencies. Every glance she gives carries heat, every touch feels illicit, and even the smallest moments, like a brush of her hand or a private smile, send shivers down your spine.
You can’t help but be drawn to the thrill, the danger, the intoxicating feeling that your connection exists in a world where no one else should see it. Her desire to claim you is palpable, and the secrecy only deepens the intensity, making every encounter feel like both a temptation and a test of your willpower. She was a viper, ready to strike, but with a seduction that makes you not mind about her venomous bite.
Jeon Jae-jun
He fell first and harder
Jae‑jun may act detached or teasing at first, brushing off your presence with a sarcastic or playful annoyance, but he notices everything about you. He notices the way you smile, the small gestures you make, and the moments when you let your guard down. He falls fast and hard, before you even recognize your own feelings for him and it shows in the possessive ways he tries to keep himself near you.
He becomes protective without realizing it, taking risks or standing up to danger simply to make sure you were safe. His devotion is relentless, overwhelming at times, and even when you try to resist, it’s impossible to ignore. The thrill lies in the push-pull: you want to resist, but his intensity makes you want him even more.
Lee Sa‑ra
Love at first sight
From the moment your eyes meet, there was an undeniable spark, like a jolt of electricity that neither of you can shake. She might be captivated by the way you carry yourself, your laugh, or the subtle confidence in the way you move through the world. Her fascination grew rapidly, making her notice everything about you. The tilt of your head, the softness in your voice, the little quirks that make you unmistakably you.
The intensity of that immediate attraction is both exhilarating and a little overwhelming. Every interaction becomes a thrill, every word exchanged loaded with potential, and even casual moments feel charged with the promise of something more. Love hits fast and hard, leaving you both breathless, addicted to each other’s presence. She knew immediately that you were it for her, her eternal muse till the end of her days.
Choi Hye-jeong
First and only love
Hye‑jeong’s love is steady, pure, and unwavering. It is the kind that feels like it was always meant to be. She may be cautious at first, taking her time to trust, but once she opens her heart, it’s entirely yours. Her devotion is quiet yet deeply powerful. She notices your smallest needs, remembers details you might forget, and supports you without hesitation. Before you, she used to think only of herself, but now she puts you before her.
Every glance, every gentle touch, every word of encouragement reinforces the certainty of her feelings. You feel seen, understood, and cherished in a way that is both grounding and magical. There’s no doubt or hesitation. You are her first and only love, and her heart is fully invested in nurturing a connection that feels eternal and unshakable.
The Glory -> {Highschool AU} -> They find you crying
Requested: No
Kdrama: The Glory
Genre: Angst. Fluff?
Warnings: Mentions of bullying. No remorse. Swearing.
A/N: I absolutely do not condone anything that was presented in the kdrama. No one should ever bully others. This is all purely fiction.
Moon Dongeun
The nurses office was the most peaceful place Dongeun could describe of having - a place of care and rest compared to everyone other place she goes to.
But the reason why she is in the nurses room is never pleasurable.
When she opened her eyes and recognised the familiar blue drawn curtain of the nurses room, she felt relief as it meant that she was out of danger. But it also caused her to be alarmed as she began to recall her last memory.
She remembered gym class...Yeonjin and her other lackeys...and a dodge ball.
At the memory, her nose suddenly flared up in pain and she immediately groaned as she moved to touch it, to test its durability, before she heard a gasp on the other side of the curtain before it was suddenly ripped open and a bizarre sight greeted her.
You.
You were still dressed in your PE uniform, hair ruffled and face flushed, but what surprised her even more was the sheen of tears in your eyes as you took in Dongeun’s appearance before suddenly rushing to her side.
You grabbed her hand, squeezing it tightly before moving to cup her cheek, your movement tender as you stroked her cheek in soothing circles, the sheen in your eyes only thickening before she watched a tear escapes, caressing down your cheek.
“You’re awake.” You breathed, your voice fragile as you remained transfixed on her face, seemingly wanting to memorize every inch of her face.
Dongeun immediately flushed from the attention.
She broke the eye contact and stared down at her lap instead. She tried to pull her hand out of yours, her palms suddenly feeling quite sweaty, but your tightening hold prevented her from doing so. She immediately crawled in self-consciousness, the flaring pain in her nose reminding her of her current lapse of weakness only offered by the one and only Park Yeonjin.
“How are you feeling? Are you okay? Can I call the nurse?”
Your voice was still so gentle, careful, as if she was a deer that was about to dart at the softest of noises. And quite frankly, she was half-tempted to.
She could only shake her head, glancing at your expression before looking back down at her lap, lip tucked into her teeth.
“...you should probably get back to class...” She finally whispered, glancing at your uniformed body before looking away again.
She heard a half choked laugh before she felt her hand being squeezed again before another hand landed on her forearm, gently caressing her skin.
“Class can wait. I told the nurse I wasn’t going anywhere until you woke up. She has written me a note. I’m staying here.”
She glanced back at you and saw your watery smile, tears trickling down your cheeks. A most paradoxical expression.
Dongeun wanted to send you off, to prevent you from getting into further trouble than what you probably were by staying by her side. But...the warmth of your palms against her arm and hand, the tender expression of your face despite the tears that were still writing...it made a small flutter in her chest which has only been increasing with the increased moments she had been sharing with you.
So, instead of dismissing you, she moved her hand to lace her fingers with yours, giving your a small squeeze before flashing a small, appreciative smile.
“Thank you for staying with me.”
And the smile in response was worth millions
Park Yeonjin
Tears were not a new occurrence, but...the disturbing factor to Yeonjin was the fact that she had not done anything yet to warrant tears from you.
You had clearly not heard her come in. You would have shot up to your feet by now, perhaps begin to cower and plead for Yeonjin not to do anything- not that she would listen. Yeonjin always did what she wanted, and there was nothing more pleasing to Yeonjin than seeing you are bundled in a corner, body folding over itself as she crept closer to you.
The rush of power she would feel when heard your whimpers, heard your pleas - they were simply intoxicating.
And yet seeing you on the floor, hands covering your face as you sobbed, it filled Yeonjin with a type of ice that froze every single living molecule in her body, causing her brain to buffer and splutter as she continued to stare at you.
Something was wrong, and Yeonjin had no idea what it was about.
The two of you were fortunate enough to be out of the vicinity of Yeonjin’s friends. She could only imagine the shrill voice of Hyejeong making fun of the situation, as well as Sara’s sarcastic sneers which would usually be followed by one of Yeonjin’s, although in the current moment, Yeonjin is quite certain she would not restrain herself from delivering a solid slap to her best friend’s face.
As your sobs rang in the storage room, an ugly feeling of that like rat began digging itself into Yeonjin’s chest, scurrying and ripping at her strings of composure as she tightened her hands into firsts as your breathing was becoming more erratic, almost in a sighing heave as she continued to gaze at her.
It was an ugly sound, one which she has never heard from you before, not even when she has been in your presence.
By chance, you happened to move your hands to wipe at the waterfall of tears streaming down your face, only to choke on a gasp the second your eyes landed on Yeonjin. You tumbled onto your backside, having already been kneeling on one of the exercise mats. She could see the growing terror in your eyes, and while she would have previously been excited at the sight, she could help but become depraved.
As she began to walk towards you, you started shuffling backwards, choked gasps of her name and pleas leaving your lips in a chaotic orchestra. It strained her ears, and yet she continued moving until she was crouching in front of you, one hand slapping against the wall you had cornered yourself against and the other gripping your jaw to keep your gaze on her.
Your body was frozen, and yet your breathing was erratic. Upon closer inspection, the redness and swollen puffiness of your eyes was a clear indicator of the long length of time you have been crying alone in the storage room, or even before then.
The ice that at encapsulated her mind shattered, instead becoming heated with a fiery wrath as Yeonjin tried to think of a possible cause for your distress. Her grip on your jaw tightened as she stared at you, awaiting an answer she was gritting to receive in order to...end this state you were in.
“Why are you crying?” She hissed, voice was low and dangerously calm, an yet her hand trembled as she continued to hold you, shying the inner bubbling of her fire in her chest. “Tell me who did this to you.”
Your trembling lips parted to speak, but no words came out. The way your body was shaking, the desperation in your eyes, it all mixed into something Yeonjin didn’t know how to handle. Her chest constricted in a way she hadn’t experienced before—not out of sympathy, but something... darker.
“Who. Did. This. To. You?”
Your breath was ragged, courtesy of her tears but most likely from her overbearing presence. But Yeonjin didn’t care. All she demanded to know was the cause of your turmoil. The person that was responsible for rendering you into such a pathetic state.
It had to be a person, Yeonjin could not think of anything other reason. But that thought only continued to enrage her. Someone touching you, hurting you...a dark feeling began to overcome her as her impatience flared at the lack of an answer. And her anger clearly showed, as your jaw quivered in her hold, along with her body tensing even more. She bared her teeth in frustration.
“If you don’t tell me in the next fucking second, I swear that I will-”
You had moved so quickly. You moved with the speed of a viper pouncing on its prey, and Yeonjin couldn’t help but feel caught like a wandering forest rabbit as your arms squeezed around her waist, clutching her with a certain tight desperation that left you trembling against her body. .
Yeonjin couldn’t move at first. For a moment, the world felt still. Yeonjin could hear her heartbeat in her ears, her breathing becoming shallow as she gazed down at your head as you pressed it into chest - hiding your obvious shame for embracing her in such a pathetic manner.
...And yet Yeonjin dared not push you away.
Ever so slowly, her arms moved to wrap around you. Her hands barely grazing the fabric of your clothes, an uncertainty in her actions which were even foreign to her. But as she felt your trembling body under her hands, the warmth of your body despite the frozen state of your limbs... Yeonjin's couldn’t help but tighten her grip.
Her arms wound tighter around you until it was as though she was trying to pull you into her very bones. Her chest pressed against yours, the heat of her body mingling with the ice she felt in her veins. She could feel the erratic rise and fall of your breathing against her, the way your hands clung to the back of her shirt as though you were afraid she might slip away.
You were being so pathetic and clingy...and yet a twisted sense of glee began to replace that rat in her chest. The way you were clinging to her, hugging her... she was what you needed in this current moment.
And that feeling was indescribable.
So instead of saying anything else to provoke any thought between the two of you, she just held you. Her fingers traced your back slowly, methodically, unlike her own heightened heartbeat as she slowly settled next to you against the wall, pulling you until you were laying against her in her lap.
You didn’t say anything, nor did Yeonjin. And for that moment, for one purposefully filled desire for both of you...neither let go.
Jeon Jae-jun
Jaejun has never, for one moment, felt fury when he saw you. To him, you were the only colorful thing worth seeing. In his otherwise monochromatic life, you give him a sense of excitement, a glimpse of normality he has never been surrounded by, not even when he is hanging out with Yeonjin and the others, or even with his parents on the odd occasions when they are home.
And yet the only thing he wanted to do when he saw you was to rip someone’s head off.
Aside from the two of you, not many would escape to the roof during the school break or after hours, either more determined to run home for the much anticipated built up freedom, or because of the more interesting, ground worthy corners of the school.
Not that it bothered him. He liked the peacefulness that came with being on the roof. Something about the breeze in his hair, ruffling gently while he would survey whatever landscape was available to his gaze - it was relaxing. And for some odd reason, he has always has found some enjoyment of heights. He liked the feeling it gave him - like he was an all empowering god of the world, it being right at his fingertips to control.
A juvenile thought, obviously, but a man can dream. He knows that one day he will have his name on billboards and engraved in every skyscraper in the ever growing city. It was in his blood to be great, as reminder by his father.
He was set for life already, and he was just going to enjoy the ride of it. Of course, with some company.
You may not quite know it yet, but Jaejun does not plan to let you wander away. Like he said before, you were different. No one has held his attention like you, not even Yeonjin, with her sexy body, plump lips, and enticing gaze - he understands why guys throw themselves at her feet.
Hell, he has enjoyed every taste he has had with her so far.
But his tastes have shifted. He craved a different flavor now. One which was a rarity, an enticing tease that made him work for it.
And not even a pissed off Yeonjin would detract him from his new obsessions - you.
But when he arrived at the roof and saw your tears, he was about read to rip someone’s head off. You always had such a pretty face, but tear streaks did not suit you. You cheeks were flushed and your endless wiping was doing little of easing the waterfall. You barely acknowledged him when he stormed over to you. In fact, you seemed to cry even more when he grabbed your wrists to pull them away from your face, forcing you to look at him.
“What happened?”
Your lips trembled, your head shaking as you refused to give him an answer. He damn near wanted to throttle you. How the hell was he supposed to help you if you wouldn’t tell him what was wrong? He growled and shook your wrists, another sob leaving your lips which made him growl even more in frustration.
“Stop crying and tell me what the hell happened!”
You only shook your head, refusing eye contact, and he all but threw your wrists back to you. Dammit, he wanted to punch something. He swung his fists in the air as he paced away from you, cursing under his breath. He had half the mind to just storm back into the building and to beat up any soul he found in the corridor, but that would not help anyone - not him and not you.
He was half tempted to ask if you crying had anything to do with Yeonjin, but that was a territory which would lead to conflicted feelings, and not even he had the energy to mess with that bitch.
He turned back to look at you, your body looking so small as you pressed yourself against the wall, almost hoping to camouflage into the background. It pissed him off. But what pissed him off even more was the fact that you were still crying and looking all scared.
What did you have to be scared about with him?
He marched back towards you, noticing your flinch at his approach. But he didn’t say a word as he pulled you away from the wall and into his chest, wrapping his arms around you. You body was warm but frozen, but he ignored it as he moved to cradle your head, his other arm wrapped around your waist.
He didn’t say a word. Neither did you. But he felt a small victory when cautious arms wrapped around his back before tightening like a python around its prey, your sobs muffled as you pressed your face into his shoulder. You trembled, but he kept his hold on you tight.
If this is what he had to do to get a name, then so bet it. You’ll understand that he will annihilate anyone who makes you cry - everyone can be damned to hell for daring to disrupt your peace.
Most importantly - your peace with him
Lee Sara
It is not an odd sight to see you cry. You cried quite easily and very often, Sara has simply learned to tolerate it and apply some...persuasion to get you to stop.
Yet this time seemed to be a bit different. Not in how you were crying, but rather the why.
You had all but sprinted at the end of the evening service and it did not take her long to find you locked up in a cubicle in the ladies bathroom. The loud sobs were obviously yours and she almost scoffed at the sound of them, but she was perplexed at the reason while she locked the door to prevent anyone else finding you in this state.
Her father’s message was powerful this evening. Holy, rejuvenating, and persuading. And yet you were affected by it in a negative way. Sara could only stare at the cubicle door for a few moments, the service replaying in her head to try find a particular moment which could have set you off, before she knocked on the door.
“Open up.”
Your sobs froze at the sound her voice and Sara only knocked again on the door, a bit harder this time.
“Open up. Now.”
There was a silence, interrupted by muffled sniffles from the other side. It was only the two of your in the bathroom and yet it feeling smaller and smaller the longer Sara kept staring at the door separating the two of you. Irritation pricked at her skin.
“Open up or I swear to the all the holy -”
The sound of a click interrupted her threat, the cubicle door slowly moving until she finally pushed it open to take in the sight. You were sitting on the toilet seat with your knees up, your arms hugging them to your body while tears streaked down your cheeks.
She furrowed at the sight. It was not the tears that perplexed her, but the sheer conflict your seemed to have in your eyes. You looked terrified, and she didn;t understand why. Even when she stepped into the cubicle, your expression didn’t shift. In fact, you moved to tuck your face into your knees before she all but batted your legs down to the floor before cupping your face and forcing you to look at her.
“What is the matter?”
She wanted to get to the bottom of it. It was unlike you to escape so rapidly as you did. Sure, she forced you to come to the service with her, but you played the excellent role of the polite and respectful student who is Sara’s new ‘friend’, therefore tonight’s antics were completely out of character.
“I...I...”
The terror in your eyes only seemed to increase and Sara could only tighten her grip on your face as she felt you trying to pull away. You were trying to avoid eye contact but she would not stand for it.
Without hesitation, she moved so that she was straddling your lap, her nose brushing against yours which only seemed to make you more panicked but made Sara more enforcing as she kept her eyes locked with yours in a dead stare.
“What. Is. Wrong?” She demanded, her nails slightly digging into your skin as a warning.
She wanted the truth. And she wanted it now.
You looked like you all but wanted to sink into the ground to avoid answering her, but you knew Sara well enough that she was not going to let this go. So your lip only trembled as you began to speak, tears still trailing down your cheeks at a rapid rate.
“I...I shouldn’t be here. It isn’t right for me to be here with your...dad preaching everything he does when I’m...I’m...”
You paused, lip trembling tremendously. Sara dug her thumbs into your cheek bones.
“You’re what?”
Your cheeks felt warm under her palms, and she noticed the lushness of them which kept getting redder with each passing second while you glanced away in seemingly shame.
“When I’m...h-having thoughts...b-bad thoughts...about his daughter.”
Sara’s lips parted at your words, a stunned buzz under her skin before it slowly curled into a dark, pleased fire that began to crawl through her body. She shifted in her position on your lap, the movement making you gasp as your eyes returned to her dead stare once again, immediately noticing the curve of her lips.
“What bad thoughts?” She queried, an innocent lilt to her voice. “Tell me, what are you thinking about?”
“I...I...”
You looked panicked, like a trapped mouse in a cage with a cat. And Sara purred at the thought. She is an excellent cat. She leans in, pressing her forehead to yours, her breath warm and steady.
“You’re not supposed to hide things from me,” she murmured, tilting her head to watch your face. “If you’re having thoughts about me, then you better tell me. Otherwise I will have to find out the truth in more...creative ways.”
Choi Hyejeong
Hyejeong immediately froze when she saw you sitting on the bench outside, tears spilling down your cheeks. She felt her stomach drop.
What had happened? Were you hurt? Did someone do something to you?
Hyejeong headed over to you, her heart tightening when she saw you glance up at her approach, eyes red and lip trembling as you watched her get closer to you. You didn’t say a word as she stopped in front of you, instead wiping at your eyes in an attempt to cease the never-ending tears.
“… What happened?” She asked, crouching down in front of you, her eyes transfixed on your face.
Her heart was pounding, an ache in it as she continued to see the sorrow on your face. There were many expressions she enjoyed seeing on your face, but she detested seeing you crying. You usually were quite stable headed, having a tight grip on your emotions.
So something had to have happened to cause you to cry, or someone must have done something.
You began muttering something under your breath as you cried, Hyejeong straining to hear what you were saying, only to freeze when she recognized three words.
Yeonjin, Sara, and Dongeun.
You looked at her as if she was a crook who had their hand caught in a purse, your eyes gleaming accusingly and yet with sorrow as she stared slack-jawed at you.
“How could you...how could the three of you be so cruel...?” You hiccuped, wiping at your eyes once again.
Hyejeong immediately felt like she had been punched, a hollowing feeling erupting in her stomach as she reached out to touch your hand, only for you to pull it away.
“Y/N, what did they-”
“Like you wouldn’t know?”
You stood up from the bench and Hyejeong hurried to her feet. Tears were falling to the concrete like raindrops from the sky, and yet a more furious expression formed on your face, a storm threatening to burst from the heavens.
“Why can’t you all just leave Dongeun alone? She has never done anything wrong...and yet you guys...you guys just-”
A sob broke away again from your lips and Hyejeong reached out again to touch you, to try comfort you, and yet you batted her away again.
“I can’t right now. I can’t see you. Just...just go.”
The words hit Hyejeong like a punch. The finality behind them, the edge of your words just made her hands clench at her sides. She had no clue what you were referring to, she had an extra lesson after school so she was unable to join Sara and Yeonjin...but clearly they did something which you saw...and now you were assuming she was a part of it.
She reached out to you again.
“Y/N, just listen to me-”
“No.”
This time you stepped out of her reach, your lip trembling but a furious glare in your eyes making Hyejeong freeze from the intensity.
“Hyejeong...just go. I just...I just can’t bare even looking at you right now.”
You whipped your head around and then stormed off, leaving her behind in a stunned silence. All she did was watch you retreat, a harsh ache in her heart as her head began to whirl with her imagination, of the terror induced nightmare of what this possibly meant right now. And how you viewed her.
A split Au is kinda a alternate personality type of au - as in there is Person A who is the normal person but then they kind of have a split personality who tends to be more of the opposite of them, as a more kind of extreme version of them which is person b. So a split personality of sorts
That sounds kinda interesting... Hmmm, maybe I can give it a try. Anyone want to give suggestions about what kind of second personalities that some of the groups may have?
I absolutely love your writing! Especially for the glory and the pinks! Can you please, please please, pleeeeeeease doing a Split au with the pinks? Especially for the Mafia world! If not, then no problem!
Hi there!
Ummm...sorry for my ignorance but what is a split au? Could you maybe explain it to me? Or someone?
I’m so grateful that you came back! Your writing is phenomenal. I love the way you write The Glory characters. Maybe you could incorporate the jealousy trope in your next fics for them again? I went back to that one a concerning amount of times. 😭❤️
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