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[misty-petals]

My heart beats for you

|Baku x Reader

|Romance, mild angst, fluff, emotional hurt/comfort

Yeon Sieun, Baku

English is not my first language.

The soft rain tapped against the bedroom window, like a reminder that the world outside carried its own weight of sorrow. You sat at the edge of the bed, hugging your knees, while the droplets traced uneven paths down the glass.

He was there — Park Humin, your Baku — sitting on the floor, back against the bedroom wall, head down, eyes fixed on a spot only he could see.

It was the third time that week he came to see you, and the third time he spent most of it in silence.

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat. Again.

—"You've changed, Baku," — your voice came out low, almost uncertain. — "Since that day… since everything that happened with your dad and the Union."

He didn’t respond.

You knew he carried a pain that wouldn’t heal in just a few days. You also knew he needed space. But... there was something more than pain. Something that turned into coldness, into distance, into absence.

You bit your lip hard before continuing.

—"I’m trying to understand you, I swear I am. But... you’ve stopped looking at me the way you used to... stopped teasing me, stopped smiling when I came near you... It’s like you don’t love me anymore, and I’m starting to think the problem is me."

His eyes finally shifted toward you, slow, heavy. He looked tired — not just physically, but on the inside too.

—"Don’t say that," — he murmured. — "It’s not you."

You got up and sat beside him on the floor. The two of you stayed there, in the corner of the room, surrounded by silence.

—"Then what is it?" — you whispered. — "Do you want to break up?"

That hurt more than you’d like to admit. And in that moment, even he seemed to run out of words.

He closed his eyes for a second, like it pained him. When he opened them, he looked at you — and there was no teasing, no sarcasm.

—"I don’t want to break up with you... but I don’t even know how to start explaining what’s going on in my head. It feels like everything I try to feel the right way... I end up ruining. Even with you." — He took a deep breath, then added: — "And you know what’s worse? I feel like trash, you know? Watching everything fall apart and not being able to hold on to anything. My dad, the Union... everything."

You listened in silence. He rarely spoke like this.

—"And in the middle of all that, you kept looking at me like I was something good. Like I was someone worth caring for. I... started to feel like I didn’t deserve it. And I thought that if I distanced myself a bit, everything would get better."

Your chest tightened.

—"Baku…"

He shook his head.

—"I know. I was an idiot. I should’ve talked. But I just... got lost and couldn’t really express what I was feeling."

There was a second of silence.

Then, as if gathering courage, he gently took your hand and brought it to his chest.

The palm of your hand felt the warmth of his shirt. And underneath, firm and rapid — his heartbeat. Fast. Almost desperate. Like it was screaming everything he couldn’t say out loud.

—"Can you feel that?" — he whispered, not taking his eyes off yours. — "It beats… it beats for you so much that I feel like, if I don’t hold myself back, it’s going to burst out of my chest."

You swallowed hard, your eyes welling up. Your hand still rested on his chest, like it was the only anchor you had in that moment.

—"And even then, you thought I didn’t love you anymore?" — he asked, his voice quieter now, full of sorrow and tenderness. — "I know I messed up, but I’d have to be insane to want to end what we have. And if I ever tried, you should hit me as hard as you can, just to knock some sense back into me."

You let out a short laugh, crying at the same time.

He exhaled and pulled you close, resting your head against his shoulder.

—"I’m sorry. I promise I won’t make you go through this again."

You closed your eyes, feeling his warmth, the scent of his jacket, the muffled sound of his still-racing heart. Your chest ached, but somehow, it also felt relieved.

There, on the bedroom floor, wrapped in his arms, you realized that maybe love didn’t have to be perfect.

It just had to be real.

Note: Weel, after a little while, I’m back to writing — to be more exact, after almost a month. That happened because I was a bit busy these past few days, but I finally managed to find some time to write. That’s it! I hope you enjoy it, and thank you so much for reading. ♡

[misty-petals]

My heart beats for you

|Yeon Sieun x Reader

|Romance, mild angst, fluff, emotional hurt/comfort

Yeon Sieun, Baku

English is not my first language.

Summary:You just wanted to be loved as much as you loved. But some people show their hearts before words—and his was beating for you all along.

The cold afternoon wind drifted through the nearly empty streets, rustling the dry leaves on the ground. You were there, sitting on the same stair step where you two used to meet after class. But for the first time in a long while, that place felt... uncomfortable.

The silence, once so comforting between you, now felt heavy. Suffocating.

You glanced to the side, looking at Sieun. He was sitting next to you, arms crossed, eyes fixed on some distant point — like he was avoiding you, avoiding what you were feeling.

Your chest tightened. Your voice stayed stuck in your throat for several long minutes, until you just couldn’t hold it anymore.

— “Sometimes...” — your voice came out softer than you expected, barely a whisper. — “Sometimes I feel like... like I love you more than you love me.”

The words hung in the air. Clear. Raw. And you almost regretted saying them the second they left your mouth.

Sieun stayed still. Not a word. Not a sound. Just silence. But it wasn’t the usual silence you both were used to sharing. This one was different. Heavy. Full of tension. Full of everything he never quite knew how to say.

Your chest tightened even more, and you felt that lump in your throat growing, threatening to spill over into tears.

— “I know you’re not good with words... I know.” — you went on, nervously squeezing your own hands. — “But sometimes it feels like I’m fighting for this relationship alone... like I’m the only one feeling all of this. And... it hurts. It hurts so much.”

He took a deep breath. Once, twice. His jaw tensed, his fingers clutching the fabric of his pants. Like he was fighting with himself. Like he had no idea where to even start.

Suddenly, he stood up. For a second, you thought he was leaving. That he was going to walk away. Say nothing.

But instead, he turned, took two steps toward you and, without a word, grabbed your hands. Both of them. Firmly.

Surprised, you stood up quickly, almost on instinct — as if your body moved on its own, like staying seated near that intensity was impossible.

You looked at him, startled. His eyes were different. Not cold, not distant. They were trembling. Saying everything without a single word.

Slowly, he lifted your hand and pressed it against his chest.

The sound of his heartbeat was loud. Fast. Almost desperate.

He took a deep breath, held your gaze, and with a low, rough voice, laced with a sincerity that almost hurt, he whispered:

— “You know what’s here?” — he pressed your hand tighter against his chest, making you feel every frantic beat. — “This... this beats for you. Only for you.”

His eyes faltered for a second, but he didn’t look away.

Your lips parted, but no words came out. Your chest ached so much it physically hurt. The entire world seemed to disappear — leaving just the two of you. Just him, holding your hand against his chest, looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered in his whole universe.

— “I don’t know...” — he breathed, closing his eyes tight, trying to piece together everything he was feeling. — “I don’t know how to say these things. I don’t know how... to show you the right way. But... you mean everything to me. Everything.”

You felt the tears burn in your eyes.

— “Sieun...” — your voice cracked, heavy with emotion.

He let go of your hands only to cup your face in both of his. His palms were cold, but his touch... his touch was the warmest, safest, most loving thing you’d ever felt.

— “Don’t make me say this again... please.” — he whispered, his eyes trembling, full of truth. — “I... I’m sorry. For everything I’ve done that ever hurt you.”

You didn’t think. You couldn’t. You just threw yourself into his arms, holding him like your life depended on it. And in that embrace... you felt everything.

The love he didn’t know how to say.

The care he always showed in silence.

His fear of losing you.

And most of all... how that heart was beating for you.

He held you tight, burying his face in your neck, his voice coming out low, muffled, but so full of love it made your whole body tremble.

— “I love you...” — he whispered, almost breathless, like the words were too much to hold inside. — “I love you so much it scares me. And I promise... I’ll never let you feel like this again.”

And right there, in his arms, with the sound of his racing heart pounding against your chest, you realized... you would never doubt it again.

Note 1: Hello! The idea for this story came from an image. When I saw her on Pinterest, I was dying to write her and I had no choice but to do so. I thought of other characters besides Sieun, but I just imagined it, I haven't written it yet. So I wanted to know what you guys think about me doing some more one-shots in the vibe of this story.

Note 2: The image that served as inspiration is the one between the two images of Sieun, but I'll put it below this text so you can see it better. Oh! Before I forget, I want to know one more thing from you: did anyone besides me feel or imagine anything when seeing this image?

(Well, this image I used for inspiration)

Sorry to take up your time and thank you so much for reading this story ♡

[misty-petals]

In those days

|Baku x Reader

|Fluff, humor, soft boyfriend, comfort

English is not my first language

Summary: You just wanted some peace on one of those complicated days... He, as always, only knew how to provoke. But in the end, no one cares for you like he does.

The mood that afternoon matched exactly how you felt: a cloudy, chilly day where everything seemed a little more sensitive, more uncomfortable, more... heavy.

And, of course, being on your period didn’t help at all. The cramps were bothering you, your mood was as unstable as the weather outside, and to top it off, anything — the tiniest thing — felt like enough to make you angry or on the verge of crying.

— “Aish...” — you crossed your arms tightly against your chest, taking a deep breath, trying to ignore both the physical and emotional discomfort.

But the universe clearly had no plans to cooperate. Because, of course, right beside you was Park Humin — your boyfriend, your love... and, unfortunately in that moment, your biggest problem.

He was walking beside you, hands in his pockets, looking all laid-back, careless, and, as usual, shooting off one teasing comment after another.

— “Why are you walking all crooked today? Got a rock in your shoe or did you suddenly turn into a grandma?” — he teased, that signature crooked smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You sighed loudly, not even looking at him.

He noticed.Of course he did.And, being the Baku that he is, he thought it was a great idea to tease you even more.

— “Whoa, are you mad? You look like those little animals that puff up when they’re upset...” — he said, holding back a laugh as he leaned closer to look at you. — “Small, cute... and grumpy.”

You hugged yourself even tighter, feeling a lump form in your throat.

You knew, of course, that he was just playing around. He always did. You two were like that — constantly teasing, being playful, a little annoying with each other.

But today... today you just couldn’t.

— “Seriously, Humin?” — your voice came out shaky, already cracking before you could even stop it, eyes brimming with tears. — “Just... go. Please. Don’t bother me, okay? Just leave me alone...”

His eyes widened. The smile disappeared instantly.

— “What?” — the confusion was written all over his face. — “Wait... are you crying?”

You turned your face away, wiping at the tears that were falling before you even noticed. Your chest tight, your head heavy.

— “Just leave me alone, seriously.” — your voice trembled. — “Go home, Humin. I’ll go to mine... alone.”

And before he could say anything else, you sped up, walking away, ignoring his stunned, confused gaze behind you.

Baku stood there for a few seconds, completely frozen.

Running a hand through his hair, he scratched the back of his neck and frowned.

— “Aish... what... what did I say wrong?” — he muttered, staring at the ground, kicking a random pebble.

And then... a lightbulb. Sort of. A very delayed one.

He remembered you being quieter earlier, subtly holding your belly, mumbling something about feeling uncomfortable...

And then... the pieces clicked together.

— “Ah... no, no...” — he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut, tilting his head back. — “She’s on her period... I’m screwed.”

For a few seconds, he just stood there, staring into the void.

Then turned on his heel and took off in the opposite direction.

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Half an hour later, you were curled up on your bed, hugging a pillow. Crying. Out of anger, sadness, discomfort — all of it at once.

You didn’t even know if you were madder at him, at yourself, your uterus, or the entire universe.

The sound of the doorbell pulled you out of your thoughts.

You ignored it.

But it rang again.

And again.

— “Ugh...” — you grumbled, forcing yourself up.

When you opened the door, there he was — Park Humin — standing there with his hands full. A paper bag stuffed with snacks, a hot water bottle dangling from one arm, and a massive pack of chocolate.

He looked... awkward. Grumpy, but clearly concerned.

— “I...” — he scratched the back of his neck, looking away. — “I’m not good at this stuff, okay? I don’t even know if this is what you need but... I got chocolate, and this... hot water bottle thing...” — he shoved it toward you, clumsy but cute. — “And... I’m sorry, okay? I... I didn’t mean to make you cry, damn it.”

You stood there in silence, eyes tearing up again — but for a very different reason now.

— “Humin...” — your voice came out as a whisper.

He looked at you, holding the eye contact this time.

— “I know I’m annoying. And I say dumb stuff sometimes. But you know, right? I like you. I really do. Like... a lot. And... you’re important to me. So...” — he took a deep breath, frowning — “don’t stay mad at me, okay?”

The lump in your throat was so big that all you could do was throw yourself forward and hug him. Tight.

At first, he stiffened, but quickly wrapped one arm around you, still juggling the paper bag with the other.

— “Aish...” — he muttered, sighing. — “You drive me crazy, you know that?”

You chuckled, face still buried in his chest.

— “I know...”

— “And even so... I like you. Even when you’re all...” — he waved his hand in the air — “moody... sensitive... dramatic...” — smirking — “Even like this, you’re my girl, okay?”

Your heart nearly burst out of your chest.

— “I like you too... you annoying idiot.”

He laughed, pressing his hand gently over the top of your head, fingers running through your hair.

— “Come on, get inside. Lie down...” — he grumbled, pushing you softly back into the house. — “Let me take care of you... the way you deserve.”

And even with that clumsy way of yours... you knew.

Nobody in the world could take of you better than Park Humin.

Note 1: Ah, I finally wrote something! I've been a little busy these days, so I haven't posted anything. But anyway, I hope you like it, and thank you very much for reading ⁠♡.

Note 2: I made the reader inspired a little by me when I'm on my period. Honestly, men are very lucky they don't have periods, because it feels like some kind of torture. There are days when any little word can completely change my mood, I feel pain in places I would never have imagined, and the desire to eat sweets reaches a simply surreal level.

[misty-petals]

The limit

|Baekjin x Fem!Reader

|Obscenity, Smut, Sexual tension, unprotected sex

English is not my first language

Summary: You played too hard with Baek Jin's self-control—and you finally got what you wanted.

You always knew you were poking at something dangerous. Baek Jin wasn’t the type to fall easily for provocations. He looked over his shoulder, pretended you didn’t exist—but his eyes… His eyes always betrayed him. Always too dark, lingering too long, sliding over your body when he thought you weren’t looking.

But you noticed.

You counted the seconds.

—“How long are you planning to keep ignoring me?” —you ask on a random afternoon, leaning against his desk with a crooked smile.

He doesn’t even look up.

—“Until you grow up.”

You laugh. His audacity turns you on.

—“Lucky you, then. I grew up exactly where it matters.”

It’s subtle. Almost imperceptible. But his pen stalls for half a second over the notebook. And that’s when you know: you won. Not now. But soon.

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Soon comes earlier than expected. Rain crashes outside when he slams you against the bedroom wall, his large hands pinning your wrists above your head. His gaze is incandescent, and the silence is so dense that the sound of thunder feels far away.

—“You really don’t know when to stop, do you?” —he growls low, his face so close to yours that you feel the heat of his breath. — “Keep pushing me, provoking me... thinking there won’t be consequences.”

You lick your lips, taunting.

—“Are there?”

His grip on your wrists tightens for a moment. He licks his own lips, jaw tense, chest heaving like he ran all the way here.

—“You think this is a game?”

—“It was never a game with you.”

The words come out softer than planned, and he hesitates for a second. But only a second. Because in the next, his lips are on yours—hot, furious, desperate. Baek Jin kisses you like he’s punishing and devouring you at once, like every day of provocation built up in each bite and each thrust of his tongue.

When he releases your wrists, his hands trail down your body with urgency, grabbing your waist, yanking your shirt off impatiently. The fabric hits the floor. The bra follows. He pauses for a second, just to look.

—“Fuck…” —he murmurs, voice low, hoarse, almost a confession.—“You’re way too hot for someone so damn annoying.”

—“And you’re way too grumpy to be this hot,” —you shoot back with a smug grin, yanking him by the collar of his shirt.

He groans, a deep sound from the back of his throat, and pulls you to the bed, laying you down firmly, his body settling between your legs as he works on your pants. You help him, hurriedly stripping the rest of your clothes, and he follows suit. The sight of Baek Jin taking off his shirt is enough to make you gasp: toned abs, predator gaze, and that simmering rage under his skin.

He doesn’t say anything when he kneels between your open legs, just pulls down his briefs with clenched teeth, eyes locked on yours. His cock is hard, thick, pulsing. And when he looks at you, it’s like he’s giving you one last chance to run.

But you won’t run.

You spread your legs wider.

—“I’m right here, Baek Jin.”

He leans over you, the tip of his cock brushing your wet entrance, and the groan that escapes his throat sounds almost like a stifled scream.

—“This is what you wanted, huh?” —he murmurs, voice dragging, tone heavy with tension. —“Wanted to see how far I could take it…”

—“Didn’t think you’d last this long.”

The smile that curves his lips is dangerous. And when he finally pushes in, slow and overwhelming, the air leaves your lungs. It’s hot. It’s full. It’s him. And every inch filled makes you feel like you’re burning from the inside.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, panting.

—“Fuck… you’re… squeezing me so tight…”

—“That’s the least I could do after all this time, right?” —Baek Jin moves. And when he starts, he doesn’t stop.

The rhythm is firm, steady, almost cruel. He holds your waist with one hand and pins your thigh with the other, his hips slapping against yours with every wet thrust. The creaking bed mixes with your moans and his—low, raspy, like he’s fighting himself.

—“You’re a walking temptation,” —he growls against your mouth, face pressed close to yours. —“Wearing those short shorts, bending over just so I’d look…”

—“And you look.”

He smirks. A crooked, dangerous smirk.

—“I always look.”

The thrusts get rougher, more erratic. You feel the orgasm building, tearing through your belly like lightning ready to strike. He notices.

—“You’re gonna cum, aren’t you?”

You can only nod, eyes closing, body trembling.

—“Then cum with me,” —he whispers in your ear. —“I wanna feel it.”

And you cum. You cum screaming his name, nails digging into his back, body writhing under his. And when your walls tighten hard around him, Baek Jin finally loses control.

He thrusts once, twice more before burying himself completely, letting out a deep, almost animalistic groan as he cums inside you. His muscles tense, breath stutters, and he collapses on top of you, sweaty, panting, spent.

The silence that follows is filled only with breaths. And when he rolls to the side, still pulling you with him, hugging you against his chest, you feel his heart pounding erratically.

—“If you do that again…” —he starts, voice still rough.— “While I’m trying to study… I’ll take you right there, on the floor.”

You chuckle softly, biting his shoulder.

—“Then it’ll be hard to hold back.”

He runs a hand slowly down your back.

—“At this rate, I’m gonna break every rule because of you.”

You look at him, surprised by the moment of vulnerability. But he doesn’t look back. He stares at the ceiling, arm still around you, like he’s already accepted it.

—“Is that a threat or a promise?” —you ask.

This time, he looks.

And smiles.

—“Both.”

Hello! This is my first story in this style. Before, I had already written something with a more suggestive theme, but nothing as intense as this one. Anyway, I hope you like it and thank you very much for reading.

[misty-petals]

Study section

|Jun Tae x Fem!Reader

|Suggestive, soft smut, romance

English is not my first language.

It was supposed to be just a study session.

It was supposed to be, at least.

You sat on the floor of his room, leaning against the side of the bed, your notebook open on your lap, scribbling formulas while Jun Tae took notes beside you—his back straight, legs crossed, his face way too serious for someone reviewing algebra.

His t-shirt would quietly ride up whenever he leaned forward to write, revealing a bit of his waist and lower back. You pretended not to notice. But you did. A lot.

Jun Tae was too focused. Too concentrated. And just shy enough to make you want to tease him, just to see how much he could take.

— "Jun Tae," you called casually, not looking up from your notebook.

— "Hm?"

He answered without taking his eyes off the exercise. The tip of his tongue peeked out at the corner of his mouth as he read. And that alone was enough to throw off your focus.

— "Why do you do that?"

— "Fazer o quê?"

— "Lick your lips like this..." — You turned slightly toward him. — "It’s hard to concentrate like this."

Jun Tae finally looked up, confused — and immediately flushed when he realized what you meant.

— "I-I didn’t even notice..."

— "You notice now?" — You tilted your head, smirking. — "It’s kind of... cute."

He swallowed hard, eyes darting away again. Scratched the back of his neck — the way he always did when he was nervous.

— "Do you want me to stop looking?"

— "That’s not it..."

You calmly closed your notebook and turned fully toward him, placing one hand on the floor as you leaned a little closer. He flinched slightly, like he wasn’t sure what to do with the sudden closeness.

— "Do you always get like this when I get close?"

— "I do." — The words came out in a breath.

You knelt in front of him, your eyes locked on his.

— "Want me to stop?"

Jun Tae opened his mouth, hesitated. That was your sign.

You leaned in closer and, carefully, swung one leg over him and sat in his lap, your weight resting on his folded thighs. He froze completely, hands hovering awkwardly in the air, like he had no idea where to place them.

— "O-oh my God..."

— "Relax, Jun Tae," you whispered, your faces close. — "It’s just a game."

— "Th-this... this doesn’t feel like a game."

You smiled.

— "Then play with me."

He looked at you, eyes wide — but didn’t pull away. His hands slowly landed on your waist, almost like they were asking permission.

— "Y/N..."

— "Shh..." — You brought your lips closer to his. — "Kiss me."He hesitated for a second. Just one.Then he kissed you.

Gently. Nervously. With restrained desire.

The kiss started shy. But the moment you shifted a little in his lap — just enough to tease — he let out a low moan, his fingers tightening on your waist.

— "I-I don’t know what I’m doing" he whispered, breathless.

— "You’re doing just fine," you reassured him with a teasing smile. — "And now that you’ve started, there’s no turning back."

He bit his lip, still flushed, still trying to hold himself back. But he couldn’t hide it anymore. He pulled you closer, this time with more confidence, the kiss growing deeper.

And the studying?

Forgotten on the floor.

Like everything else around you.

Thank you to everyone who read this story ♡

[misty-petals]

You are too light for this world

Pedido:“Hi, can you please make one about Si-eun ending the relationship because she doesn't want you to get hurt by the union. She says hurtful things to you.”

|Yeon Sieun x Gn! Reader

|Angst, heartbreak, romance

English is not my first language.

You already knew Sieun’s silence.

He was never the type to say or show everything.But lately, even what he used to show… disappeared.

Messages seen but left unanswered.

Invitations declined with vague excuses.

Touches that once happened on impulse now felt calculated. Coldly avoided.

You waited once again at the school gate.

He showed up, but his face… looked distant.

— "Hey."— he said, like it was just another day.

You couldn’t bear the tightness in your chest any longer.

— "We need to talk."

He looked around, clearly uncomfortable with the other students walking by.

— "Not here. Let’s go somewhere else."

You walked beside him in silence until you reached a quiet street two blocks away, where the old houses muffled the noise of the world.

When he stopped, the silence between you two felt even heavier.

— "Are you going to tell me what’s going on?"— you broke the tension. — "Because… our relationship feels like it’s falling apart and you’re pretending not to see it."

Sieun took his time. He seemed to be weighing every word.

— "There’s no reason for us to keep dating anymore."

You blinked, unable to believe he had actually said that.

— "What do you mean?"

He shrugged.

— "This isn’t working. I thought it would, but it’s not. Not anymore."

You stepped closer, heart racing.

— "Did I do something wrong? I’m trying, Si-eun, but you don’t talk, you don’t explain, you just drift away…"

— "Exactly." — he cut you off. — "You always try. And that’s the problem."

— "What do you mean?"

He sighed, finally looking you in the eyes.

— "You try too hard. You expect too much. I can’t give you any of that."

You felt your eyes burn.

— "Then tell me the truth. Why are you ending this?"

He looked away. His jaw was tight, like he was forcing himself to stay in control.

— "Because you’re too light for this world. My world."

The words hit like a punch.

He knew. He knew exactly where to strike.

— "That doesn’t even make sense." — you replied, your voice shaking. — "Since when is that a flaw?"

— "Since always. You live in a place I can’t reach." — he said — "With me, you’ll get hurt. And I… I don’t want to have to see that happen."

You almost smiled. A sad, broken smile.

— "And you think it’s going to hurt less if it’s now?" — you said — "Do you really believe that cutting me with these cold words will spare me from anything?"

He answered without hesitation.

— "Yes."

The firmness in his voice didn’t match his eyes.There was something there — something broken, suffocating.

You went silent for a few seconds. The wind rustled the dry leaves around you.

— "Okay." — you said, trying to steady your voice. — "If this is what you really want… then fine."

You took two steps back.

— "But one day, Sieun… you’ll look back and realize the problem was never that I was too light." — you said — "It was that you were too afraid to let yourself feel."

He didn’t respond.

He stood still, like a statue.

But his fingers were trembling.

You turned your back and walked away.

You didn’t run.

You didn’t cry there.

But when you turned the corner and he disappeared from your view, it felt like something opened up inside you — a hollow space.

🕯️ A few days later…

Sieun was sitting alone in one of the empty classrooms.

The phone on the table showed the last message he never replied to:

“You know what hurts the most? You pretending not to care.”

He didn’t read it again.

He didn’t need to. It was already burned into his mind.

He rested his forehead on his arms, exhausted.

He didn’t cry. He didn’t speak.

He just kept repeating like a mantra that it was the right thing. That you’d be better off without him.

Even if it hurt.

Even if deep down, he knew:

She was the only piece of peace he ever had.

But he also knew…

That he would never forget the way you looked at him the last time.

Like you were trying to understand why someone who claimed to protect you… decided to hurt you like that.

Note: This text was requested by @adelaaeverden. I hope you all like it! Thank you for reading ♡

[misty-petals]

You are everything to me, you know?

|Go Hyuntak (Gotak) x Fem!Reader

|Slow burn, Friends to lovers, jealousy, Declaration

English is not my first language.

You had known Gotak forever. Since the days he wore sneakers too big for his feet and turned red whenever the teacher asked him to read out loud. He grew up — and so did you — but something between you two never changed: he was always there. Like a silent rock. A safe harbor.

It was the kind of friendship no one dared question, even though many whispered behind your backs:

— "Are they sure they're just friends?" — they'd whisper in the hallways.

And you’d answer with an awkward smile. Because deep down… not even you were sure anymore.

Gotak never talked about it either. He just stayed by your side, holding your backpack when you were tired, waiting for you in silence after class, protecting you from anyone who crossed the line.

But things started to change.

Especially after a new student — Jinwoo — joined your class. He was kind, funny, and started chatting with you every day. Harmless... until Gotak began clenching his jaw every time he got near.

— "Gotak?" — you called out one day after class, feeling the strange tension in the air.He barely looked at you.

— "Hm?"

— "Are you okay?"

He finally looked straight at you. His gaze was intense, heavy, like it carried a bunch of words he’d never dared to say.

— "You've been spending a lot of time with that guy from your class. The idiot who keeps trying to make you laugh."

You blinked.

— "He's just a friend."

— "I don’t like him." — His voice was quieter. Almost hoarse. — "I don’t like how he looks at you."

Your heart skipped a beat.

You tried to play it cool, but the silence between you already said everything.

That day, Gotak didn’t walk you home. And you watched his back disappear around the corner, feeling like something was missing from your chest.

Two days later, he showed up in front of your house. Backpack slung over his shoulder, hair tousled by the wind.

— "Can you come down?" — he asked, straight to the point.You came down. He looked more nervous than you’d ever seen him.

— "Did something happen?"He looked away for a second. Then looked back at you, this time with force.

— "I like you."

Simple. Raw. Real.

You felt the air leave your lungs.

— "I’ve liked you for a long time. Way before this Jinwoo guy. Since... way before. But I stayed quiet because I thought you deserved someone better. Someone gentler, who knew how to say beautiful things." — He paused, jaw tense. — "But seeing another guy trying to win you over... it hurt. And I’m an idiot for waiting this long, I know. But if there’s still time..."

Gotak took a deep breath. Closed his eyes for a second, like he was gathering courage.

— "I want to be that someone. I want to see you smile and know I’m the reason. I want to hold your hand, protect you from the world, not just as a friend. As... your boyfriend."

The silence felt like it froze time for a few seconds.

You smiled. Slowly, but with your heart full.

— "You’re an idiot... but you’re my idiot. And yes, I want that."

The relief in his eyes was so pure it made you want to cry. But instead, he stepped closer and pulled you into a tight hug. The kind of hug that said everything he didn’t know how to express in words. His forehead resting against yours. Eyes closed. Heart racing.

Gotak whispered:

— "You’re everything to me, you know?"

You smiled, heart pounding in your chest. You raised a hand to his face, gently caressing his warm cheek.

— "Then stop talking and kiss me already."

He froze for a second — surprised, almost laughing nervously — then leaned in, slowly, like he was afraid to ruin the moment. But once his lips touched yours, all the nervousness vanished.

The kiss was soft at first, shy, like you were both still getting used to the idea that this was really happening. But then came the certainty, the surrender. It was like years of friendship, care, affection, and hidden feelings finally found a place to explode.

He held your face in both hands, keeping you close, like you were the most precious thing in the world. And deep down, that’s exactly what you were to him.

When you pulled apart, both of you were still smiling, breathless.

— "Is it official now?" — you asked softly.

Gotak nodded.

— "Now it’s forever."

And that night, the silence between you was sealed with a kiss — and a new story was finally beginning.

Thank you to everyone who read this far. ⁠♡

[misty-petals]

Distracted attention

|Baekjin x Reader

|Mildly Suggestive, Teasing / Flirtation, Romance

English is not my first language.

The afternoon was quiet, broken only by the sound of pages turning and the soft drag of Baek Jin’s pen across the notebook. He was focused. As always. His body slightly hunched over the desk, eyes locked on his notes, brow furrowed like he was solving a thousand-piece puzzle.

And there you were. Sitting on the mattress, legs crossed, watching his every move with a smile on your face.

—“How long are you going to keep studying again?” your voice came out sweetly, but with a hint of teasing.

—“Until I finish this chapter,” he replied without looking up. Cold, direct, typically Baek Jin.

You grimaced. You grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

He sighed. Still didn’t look at you.

—“You’re ignoring your own girlfriend, Baek Jin. That should be a crime.”

—“We agreed I needed to study.”

—“Yeah, but I never said I’d leave you alone.”

He ran a hand through his hair with a deeper sigh, like he was asking the universe for patience. And kept writing.

That’s when you got up, barefoot, quiet steps until you reached his chair. You leaned against the back, bending forward until your chin was near his shoulder.

—“Your shoulders are tense. Want a massage?”

— "No" he replied without thinking. But the way his voice broke at the end didn't go unnoticed.

You let out a soft laugh.

—“You’re blushing,” — you whispered, voice gentle in his ear. —“Is it from being tired or…?”

—“You’re trying to distract me on purpose,” he muttered, finally turning slightly to face you.

—“Maybe” — you said, tilting your head, eyes on his. —“Or maybe I just like seeing you like this. So serious, so focused… Makes me want to mess up that side of you a little.” — you said, tilting your head, looking at him.

He narrowed his eyes.

—"You like teasing, don't you?"

— "I like you."

Silence fell between you two. He stayed still, eyes locked on your face like he was trying to figure out what to do with that feeling — or with the desire growing too fast.

You traced a finger lightly along his collarbone, and that’s when he pushed his chair back.

—“If it’s attention you want…” — he stood up slowly, gaze fixed firmly on you. — “…then that’s what you’ll get.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but didn’t get the chance. He cupped your face with both hands, firm, almost impatient — and kissed you. A kiss that started strong, urgent, then slowed down, like he was trying to savor every second.

You smiled against his lips.

—“Took you long enough to react.”

—“You’re always pushing my buttons, I’m starting to get used to it,” he murmured, resting his forehead against yours.

—“Is that a good or bad thing?”

He brushed his nose against yours, dark eyes locked into yours with a heat that made your skin tingle.

— "It depends. Are you going to keep teasing me?"

—“Maybe,” you whispered, your hands sliding down his back.

Baek Jin took a deep breath, his lips trailing slowly along your jaw.

—“Then don’t complain if I stop being patient.”

And in that moment, the air grew thicker — not heavy, but charged with something electric. He pulled you by the waist, pressing your bodies together, and the next kiss had less urgency and more intent. His hands moved carefully, but without hesitation, like he was memorizing you.

You pulled away for a second, breathless, eyes on his.

—“So... can I consider I got your attention now?”

Baek Jin took a deep breath, eyes still full of desire and challenge.

—“You always had it.”

You laughed softly, and he pulled you in again, placing a longer kiss at the corner of your mouth.

—“Now stay quiet for a while,” — he murmured, voice low and husky in your ear, — “or I might completely forget what self-control is.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

—“I’ll try,” you whispered, smiling, before pulling him back into the kiss.

And in that room, the books were forgotten, as Baek Jin — always so serious, so composed — finally allowed himself to give in. But only for you.

Thank you very much to everyone who read. ♡

[misty-petals]

It was just a baby

Yang Jae-Won x Reader

Pt.1

English is not my first language.

Summary: difficult moment in medical residency shakes everything up. But with Jae-won by her side, she discovers that she doesn't have to face the pain alone.

The file landed in your hands like any other. But just one quick read was enough for a knot to form in your throat.

20-week pregnancy. Termination due to maternal risk. History of two pregnancies with congenital heart defects.

And then: fetal blood collection for genetic study.

You knew what that meant. You knew what you’d have to do.

But when your eyes landed on the last line of the report, your chest locked up.

“Sample will be collected after birth.”

— "I'm sorry, sunbae… I don't know if I can do this."

Your voice came out muffled. The supervisor simply nodded, understanding. She didn’t push you.

You walked out slowly, avoiding eye contact. Entered the locker room, sat down in silence, and stayed there for a few minutes without moving. Face buried in your hands, lab coat still on, heart in pieces.

That’s when you heard footsteps. Not loud, but familiar.

When you looked up, you saw Jae-won standing in the doorway, concern on his face.

— “What’s wrong? You look pale.”

You hesitated, then shook your head.

— “It’s a procedure. A baby... he’s going to be born today, but he won’t survive.”

The pause came like a trapped sob.

—“And I... I have to collect a blood sample after he dies. It’s for a genetic test.”

Jae-won didn’t say anything right away. He calmly approached, crouched in front of you, and looked into your eyes.

— “Do you want me to stay with you?”

That was it. A simple question. No judgment.

And in that moment, you knew—you couldn’t do this alone.

⁠ ᴥ⁠ᴥᴥᴥᴥ⁠ᴥᴥᴥᴥ⁠ᴥᴥᴥᴥ⁠ᴥᴥᴥᴥ⁠ᴥᴥᴥᴥ⁠ᴥᴥᴥᴥ⁠ᴥᴥᴥᴥ⁠ᴥᴥᴥ

The delivery room was quiet when you entered. The mother’s muffled crying echoed like a distant lament. The baby had already been born—too small, too fragile.

You froze for a second when you saw the tiny body wrapped in a pale cloth. The nurse held him gently, and for a brief moment, his little arms moved.

He breathed. Slow, fragile.

It was life. However brief, it was still life.

Your eyes welled up, but you didn’t let go.

Minutes later, the baby stopped moving. The monitor hadn’t even been turned on—there was nothing that could be done. And that’s when your role began.

— "Everything’s ready, doctor," one of the residents murmured.

You put on your gloves with hands trembling from the inside. Beside you, Jae-won kept his gaze steady and kind. He didn’t get too close, but he was there. Present. Steady.

Gently, you unwrapped the baby’s arm. His skin was thin, almost translucent. You searched for the vein carefully, took a deep breath, and focused on every step you’d learned.

The needle went in.

The blood came slowly.

Throughout the entire procedure, your thoughts were a silent avalanche.

“He was still a baby... he breathed… he existed…”

When it was over, you slowly removed the needle. Cleaned with care. Wrapped him again. And stood there for a moment, looking at that tiny, calm face—like he was just sleeping.

You swallowed hard.

— “Thank you for staying” — you whispered, without looking to the side.

Jae-won didn’t reply. He simply reached out and gently touched your back, in a quiet gesture of comfort.

ᴥ⁠ᴥᴥᴥᴥ⁠ᴥᴥᴥᴥ⁠ᴥᴥᴥᴥ⁠ᴥᴥᴥᴥ⁠ᴥᴥᴥᴥ⁠ᴥᴥᴥᴥ⁠ᴥᴥᴥᴥ⁠ᴥᴥᴥ

Hours later, you were both sitting behind the hospital, where no one usually passed by. The sun was starting to set, painting the sky in soft tones, as if the world itself was asking for silence in respect.

— “I thought about quitting today,” —you said quietly. — “I thought… I’m not strong enough for this.”

Jae-won slowly turned to face you.

—“You know what I thought while we were in that room?”

You looked at him, curious.

—“That you were strong from beginning to end. You didn’t freeze, you didn’t run, and you treated that baby with all the care in the world. That… is more than strength. That’s humanity.”

You blinked quickly, feeling your eyes burn again.

—“But it hurt so much…”

— “Yeah.” — He nodded. — “And it’ll keep hurting for a while. But you’re not alone, okay?”

This time, it was you who reached out. And he held your hand. Firmly.

And when your fingers intertwined with his, you felt that familiar warmth—that touch that said “I’m here” without needing words.

— “Hold me,” —you murmured, barely audible.

Jae-won moved closer, and you rested your head on his shoulder. The hug came steady, firm, filled with quiet affection. Your chest against his, the sound of his heartbeat anchoring your pain.

He kissed the top of your head softly.

— “It’ll pass,”— he whispered. —“And when it doesn’t, I’ll hold it with you.”

And there, in the warmth of that silent, steady embrace, you felt like maybe—you could keep going.

Note: I got the idea to write this story after watching episode 4 of "Resident Playbook", which, so far, I found to be the saddest. The scene with the 20-week-old baby, when the mother has to undergo an induced labor for the second time, touched me deeply. The protagonist, even without being emotionally prepared, had to collect the baby's blood. When she picked him up in her arms and saw him move, knowing that he wouldn't survive because he was too small, it was impossible not to be moved. This scene stayed in my mind and ended up becoming inspiration. Of course the story is not identical to the episode, but that's where the idea came from. Thank you very much to those who read and liked it!

[misty-petals]

Revelations: Si Eun's sister Part 2

Yeon sieun x Sister! Reader

English is not my first language

Pt.1, Pt.2

Synopsis: When Si Eun's friends show up unannounced, you realize that behind your brother's silence lies a strong and sincere bond—and that perhaps now you are part of it, too.

Mr. Jang’s café had already become part of your Saturday routine. It was the place where you and Si Eun would spend hours in silence — him studying, you enjoying a bit of peace. The back table was always the same, and the sound of coffee being brewed had become familiar.

That Saturday, the atmosphere was calm. Si Eun was typing on his laptop, focused, until he stopped for a moment and looked in your direction.

— "Did you bring a jacket?"

You looked up, confused by the sudden question.

— "I did. Why?"

— "It’s going to get colder later."

That was his way of showing concern. No fuss, straight to the point. You gave a faint smile and returned to your book.

Suddenly, the café door opened with a sharp sound, and three cheerful voices broke the silence. Si Eun didn’t even need to look.

— "I told you he’d be here. He mentioned once he came here." — said a familiar voice, playfully.

You looked up and saw three figures walking in. They moved with the ease of people who already knew exactly what they were doing.

— "We should’ve done this earlier" — Baku commented, glancing around with a grin. — "If we waited for Si Eun to introduce us to his sister on his own, it would’ve taken at least five years."

Go Tak nodded, amused.

— "We just sped up the inevitable. And honestly, I was curious."

— "Me too" — Jun Tae added, softly but sincerely. — "I just didn’t want to intrude on her space..."

— "Jun Tae, we’re literally intruding right now" — Baku retorted, laughing.

You watched the scene, not quite understanding what was going on. That’s when Baku approached the table, stopping right in front of you.

— "Whoa. What’s this? A family meeting?" — he said, with a ready smile. — "And… wait. You brought backup today, Si Eun?"

Si Eun sighed and looked up.

— "This is my sister."

Baku’s eyes widened briefly, then he smiled as if that had been the whole point of the visit — which, in fact, it was.

— "Ah, finally. The famous sister. Nice to meet you. We’re his friends… at least when he lets us be."

— "That happens?" — you asked, lightly.

— "Rarely" — Baku replied, laughing. — "But we get used to it."

— "Don’t exaggerate" — muttered Si Eun, returning to his typing.

Go Tak was the next to approach, wearing a polite smile.

— "Can we sit?"

You looked at Si Eun, who hesitated for a second before nodding. The three of them pulled up chairs and sat around the table. Baku made himself at home, while Jun Tae stayed more reserved, fidgeting with his glass of water.

— "Nice café" — Go Tak commented, looking around. — "You guys come here often?"

— "Ever since we moved" — you replied. — "It’s one of the few places he can actually study in peace."

— "Makes sense" — Jun Tae said softly. — "It feels… calm here."

— "Until we showed up" — Baku added, laughing. — "We have that talent."

You chuckled, even without meaning to. His natural ease was contagious.

— "So… what’s it like having Si Eun as a brother?" — Baku asked, leaning on the table. — "Does he make you wake up at five in the morning to study? Or just lock himself in his room pretending no one else exists?"

— "He doesn’t pretend" — you answered, and Si Eun slowly turned his face toward you. — "He actually acts like no one else exists."

— "Exactly what I imagined"— Baku said, satisfied. — "He’s a real challenge."

— "And you guys don’t help at all" — Si Eun replied, without changing his tone.

Go Tak gave a low chuckle.

— "But that’s why we work. He pulls us upward. And we drag him into real life every now and then."

Jun Tae nodded in agreement.

— "If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have… changed."

A brief silence followed. You realized that despite all the teasing, there was a genuine connection there. They weren’t just classmates. This was real friendship.

— "And you?" — Go Tak asked, looking at you. — "What do you think of our little “gang”?"

You rested your elbows on the table, looking at the three of them.

— Very different from what I imagined. But I think that’s a good thing. You can tell you care about him, even if you’re… unpredictable.

— "I like unpredictable" — Baku said. — "Very polite of you. Most people say troublemakers or scary."

— "Sometimes they say unbearable "— added Si Eun.

— "Oh, that one’s pure affection — Go Tak joked." — "You don’t really know Si Eun until you’ve heard him calmly insult you."

The afternoon slipped by without anyone noticing. The conversation flowed, from silly jokes to school stories. Even Si Eun eventually closed his laptop and joined in here and there. The boys looked comfortable, as if this were just another ordinary Saturday among friends. And in a way, it was.

There were no plans to go elsewhere. No one stood up in a hurry. They stayed until late afternoon, when the sky started to darken and Mr. Jang began turning off the machines, signaling it was time to head home.

You said goodbye to them naturally, as if they had been part of your routine for much longer.

On the way back, you looked at Si Eun.

— "They’re different… but they’re good for you."

— "Yeah" — he replied after a few seconds. — "Even if they’re too loud."

You stayed quiet for a moment, watching him walk beside you. It was hard to know what went on in his head, but that day, it was clear he felt at ease.

— "You trust them, don’t you?"

— "I do."

— "And can I trust them too?"

He turned slightly, calmly looking at you.

— "If you want to."

hat was enough.

The evening breeze touched your face, and the sound of footsteps echoed on the nearly empty sidewalk. For the first time in a long while, you felt like you understood your brother’s world a bit better.A world full of silences, dry wit… but also honest bonds.

And now, you were part of it too.

Note: 🌸This part didn't turn out exactly how I wanted — I rewrote it several times and the result ended up being different than I imagined. Still, I hope it made sense to you. This is probably the last part of this story. Thank you very much to those who read this far!

[misty-petals]

Jealousy

|Lee Gang Hoonx Reader

| Romance, slice of life, school

English is not my first language

Summary: You were just being nice. Gang Hoon was just watching. But when jealousy gets the better of him, he finally approaches.

🏫 Jeongwon High School – Friday Afternoon

Friday was unusually quiet. The sun lazily filtered through the classroom windows, and you were enjoying the last minutes of break talking to someone who rarely started a conversation: Bang Ki-soo.

— “So, you actually won the last e-sports tournament?” — you asked, resting your chin on your hand and with a curious smile.

—“Of course, you’re talking to the master,” — he replied, giving a mischievous smile. —“If you want, I can teach you some techniques later.”

You laughed softly, finding his bragging amusing. It was just a normal conversation, nothing more. But someone didn’t see it that way.

Leaning against the classroom door, arms crossed and wearing his usual unreadable expression, Lee Gang Hoon was silently watching the scene.

His eyes didn’t leave the two of you. Or rather, they didn’t leave you.

At first, he just watched. But when he saw you casually touch Ki-soo’s shoulder during the conversation, something inside him tightened. That was enough.

With firm steps, Gang Hoon entered the room without warning, stopping by your side with a forced air of nonchalance.

—“Mr. Kim is looking for you” — he said, staring directly at you without even glancing at Ki-soo.

—“He is? Why?”— you asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

— “I don’t know. He just told me to come get you.” —he replied, still serious. It was obvious he was lying, but his tone was so convincing it was almost believable.

Bang Ki-soo looked between the two of you and raised his eyebrows.

—“Huh, I didn’t even know the teacher was here today…”

— "Yeah, well... now you know," Gang Hoon replied dryly, finally looking at Ki-soo, just for a second, but it was enough to make the message clear: "stay away."

You politely said goodbye to Ki-soo and left the classroom with Gang Hoon by your side, still not understanding what was going on.

—“Is everything okay?” — you asked as you walked down the hallway.

—“Yeah. Why wouldn’t it be?” — he said, not looking directly at you.

You frowned.

— "Because you basically kidnapped me from the classroom saying the teacher wanted to see me. And that's not even true, right?"

He let out a quiet, almost inaudible sigh.

—“You were talking too much with that guy. He’s really annoying.”

You smiled, finally understanding.

— "Ah… I see. Is it jealousy?"

He stopped walking and looked at you, finally, with that serious but slightly flustered expression.

— "It's not jealousy. I just don't like it when he's around you."

—“Hmm... sounds a lot like jealousy,” — you teased, stepping a little closer.

Gang Hoon looked away for a second, trying to keep his composure. But the faint blush on his cheeks gave him away.

—“He was flirting with you.”

—“And you were watching me?”

—“I always watch you.” — he replied without hesitation, more direct this time.

Your heart skipped a beat. His calm, reserved nature made every small confession feel even more intense.

— “Afraid of losing me to Bang Ki-soo?”

—“Ridiculous,” — he replied, stepping closer until you could feel his breath far too close to your face. — “You’re mine. And I hope he knows that.”

You laughed, gently leaning your forehead against his with a soft smile.

—“Alright, Mr. Fastest-in-School. You don’t have to run to protect me from everything.”

—“Maybe I do,” —he murmured. —“Or maybe I just like being close to you.”

In that moment, he held your hand gently. And there, in that quiet school hallway with the afternoon sun streaming through the windows, the world seemed to slow down — the opposite of what he was used to.You stayed there, hand in hand, in silence. But it wasn’t an empty silence. It was the kind of silence where everything had already been said.

And the jealousy? Well... it was still there, but now it was mixed with something deeper: affection, connection, his own way of saying you mattered — even without many words.

And deep down, you loved seeing that side of him. Because behind the coldness and self-control, there was a heart that beat for you.

—“Shall we?” — he asked, his voice softer.

—“Let’s go.”—you replied, intertwining your fingers with his.

And you walked together, as if that hallway belonged only to the two of you.

Note: I had been wanting to write something about the drama "Moving" for a while now — since last year, to be more precise. I already had a pre-made idea of what I wanted to write, but only now I decided to finish and post it. Anyway, that's what I wanted to say. Thank you all so much for reading this story!

[misty-petals]

It's not your fault

|Baku x Reader

|Angst, comfort, hurt/comfort

English is not my first language.

Summary: After the funeral of his best friend, Baku is no longer the same. Guilt weighs on him, and pain permeates every gesture. In the silence of your home, you offer him something simple but essential. — a space to let go without judgement and the reminder that not everything is his fault.

The sky was gray that day.

The city felt quieter than usual, as if it, too, was mourning. It had only been a few days since Baek-jin's funeral, and the weight of that loss still lingered like a heavy cloud over everyone. But for Baku... it was different. It was deeper. Darker.

You knew. Ever since the memorial ended, he hadn't been the same. He tried to fake normalcy, cracked short jokes, gave that half-smile like he always did — but his eyes… they didn’t shine the same way anymore. That’s why you invited him to spend the afternoon at your place. Just the two of you. Nothing but the sound of soft rain against the window.

He arrived quietly, shoulders slightly hunched. You opened the door with a gentle smile, trying to offer some peace with your expression.

—“Hey…” he said softly.

—“Hey” you replied just as gently, stepping aside to let him in.

He slowly took off his sneakers and walked to the living room. He sat on the couch, letting his body fall back against the cushions like he was exhausted — not just physically, but mentally, too. You sat beside him, close enough for him to feel your presence, but without pressing.

—“Do you want anything?” you asked.

—“No… Just… just stay here with me for a bit,” he murmured, eyes fixed ahead.

A comfortable silence settled between you. Only the sound of rain and his breathing filled the space. Then, Baku spoke:

—“I should’ve done something,” — he said, his voice rough. —“I should’ve stopped him. I… I saw him going down a bad path, and I let it happen. I knew he was going to sink even deeper. And still…”

You turned gently toward him.

—“Baku…”

—“I was his friend. His only one. I knew what he was capable of, but… I also knew what he needed. And I failed.” — He ran a hand over his face, frustrated. — “And now he’s dead.”

You stayed quiet for a moment, giving space to his grief. Then you moved a little closer and took his hand softly in yours.

—“It wasn’t your fault.”

—“How could it not be? I knew him better than anyone.”

—“Exactly. You knew him. You knew he made his own decisions. That he was too proud to ask for help. You tried. I know you did. And he knew that too.” — Your voice was calm, steady, but full of tenderness.

—“What happened was tragic. But you didn’t cause it.”

Baku looked at your hands holding his. His own were trembling slightly. He took a deep breath.

—“It hurts. It hurts so damn much,” he confessed, for the first time letting the words come out without a filter.

—“I’m angry at him. And at myself. At everything.”

—“And that’s okay,”— you said gently. —“It’s okay to feel that — to be angry, to feel sad. But don’t punish yourself for something you couldn’t control. He made his choices. And you… you’re still here. Trying to be better, even with all that pain.”

He didn’t answer right away. He just looked at you, like he didn’t know how to handle so much care from someone. Like it was hard to believe someone was still there, even after seeing his most vulnerable side.

You opened your arms in a simple gesture. And Baku, without saying a word, leaned in.

He rested his forehead on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around your waist. You held him in a steady, calming embrace.

For a few seconds, he didn’t move. Just stayed there, quiet. Until you felt his breath catch, like he was trying to hold something back.

His fingers gripped your shirt a little tighter. Your collarbone grew warm — a tear. Then another. Silent, without a sound, but deep enough for you to understand.

Baku was crying.

And you just stayed there, holding him even tighter. As if to say, without words:

—“I know. I’m here with you. And I’m not going anywhere.”

The rain kept falling outside.

But inside that embrace, there was a safe silence — a space where he could finally fall apart... and little by little, begin to rebuild.

Note: Thank you very much, for everyone who read this story.

[misty-petals]

Revelations: Sieun's sister

Yeon Sieun x Sister! Reader

Importante: Inglês não é minha primeira língua, então, por favor, me perdoe se houver algum erro.

•Esta é minha primeira história, espero que gostem.

Pt.1, Pt.2

Synopsis:An unexpected visit to Eunjang High catches the attention of those who least expected it. Sometimes, a small break from routine is all it takes to spark curiosity.

☀️ Late afternoon at Eunjang High...

The afternoon was muggy, the end of classes was approaching, and the movement in front of Eunjang High School went on as usual: noisy, routine, without any big surprises.

Except for one.

You were standing there, leaning next to the main gate, phone in hand, watching the students come and go. Your eyes, however, kept returning to the exit.

Normally, you weren’t the one coming here. It was Si Eun, your brother, who usually went to your school. But since you had gotten out earlier today, you decided to surprise him. Go to *his* school and wait for him. You were curious to see his reaction.

And you ended up drawing attention.

Across the street, three boys were chatting as they walked. It was Baku who noticed first.

He stopped and nodded with his chin.

— “Are you guys seeing what I’m seeing?”

Jun Tae followed his gaze.

— “There’s a girl standing at the gate.”Go Tak frowned.

— “She’s probably waiting for someone.”

Baku raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

— “First time I see a girl around here. And she doesn’t look lost.”

— “Think she’s waiting for someone from here?” — Jun Tae asked, more surprised than curious.

— “Could be someone’s girlfriend. Or sister.” — Go Tak said thoughtfully.

— “Either way, the guy’s lucky.” — Baku added.

While they commented, Si Eun appeared from the inner courtyard, calmly heading toward the exit. He passed by his friends, as he always did, giving a slight nod. But as soon as he saw you, he slowed his pace.He stopped for a moment. He didn’t look exactly surprised, but...curious. You didn’t show up here for no reason.You raised your hand in a small wave.

— “Si Eun,” — you called, with a serene smile, as if it were something usual.

Ele se aproximou lentamente, examinando discretamente os arredores — alerta, como sempre — antes de parar na sua frente.

— “What happened? Why are you here?”

— “I left class early,” you answered calmly. —“Thought I’d wait for you today.”

Ele olhou para você por um instante, como se tentasse entender sua intenção. Então, naquele tom calmo de sempre:

— “Você não precisava ter vindo.”

— “Nossa... falando assim parece que foi uma coisa ruim eu ter vindo.” — você respondeu com uma risadinha, dando de ombros.

He let out a light sigh and moved to stand beside you.

— “Let’s go.”You started walking together.

Across the street, the three friends were watching the scene, stunned.

— “I’m really seeing this, right?” — Go Tak said, breaking the silence.

— “He knows her,” Jun Tae stated, still visibly surprised.

— “It seems like more than that…” — Baku murmured with a half-smile. — “The way he looked at her…”

Go Tak crossed his arms.

— “Think she’s… his girlfriend?”

Jun Tae’s eyes widened.

— “Si Eun... dating?”

Baku chuckled, shaking his head.

— “Hard to believe, but… who knows.”

— “There’s a first time for everything. Still, Si Eun doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who would date anyone.” — Go Tak added.

☀️ The next day...

It was break time. The four of them were sitting near the court, where the sun hit hard, already announcing the weekend heat.

— “I’m gonna ask.” — Baku said, straight to the point.

Go Tak looked sideways at him.

— “Ask what?”— “About the girl from yesterday.”

He turned to Si Eun.

— “Who was she?”

— “She looked pretty comfortable,” Jun Tae commented. —“Talked to you like it was totally natural.”

Si Eun stared at his phone for a few seconds before answering calmly:

— “Because it is. She’s my sister.”

Silence fell instantly.

Jun Tae blinked, confused.

— “You have a sister?”

— “I do.”

— “What?! You two don’t look anything alike!” — Go Tak exclaimed.

— “She’s still my sister.” — Si Eun replied, in the same calm tone as always.

— “And you never said anything?” — Baku asked, almost offended.

— “There was never a reason.” — he answered simply. —“And no one ever asked.”

Go Tak leaned back on the bench, relaxing.

— “So, not a girlfriend.”There was a brief pause.

— “She seems nice.” — Jun Tae said sincerely.

— “She is.” — Si Eun replied. And for the first time, there was something softer in his tone. Almost unnoticeable, but it was there.

Baku was quiet for a few seconds before asking, with his usual relaxed smile:

— “So... do you think we could get to know her better someday?”

Si Eun looked at him. Not seriously, but attentively.

— “Maybe. But take it easy.”

— “Look, I can’t promise anything.” — Baku replied, in a playful tone.

Si Eun kept looking at him, just as he always did.

Go Tak smiled to the side, shaking his head.

— “Always his way…”

Baku laughed and ruffled Si Eun’s hair.

— “I told you not to mess with my hair.” — he said, staring at Baku.

— “Alright, alright.” — Baku replied, raising his hands in surrender.

📍 Meanwhile, somewhere else...

— "Huh? Why is my ear getting hot?" — you asked, looking in the mirror and seeing that it was not only hot, but also red, as if someone had hit it.

Note: If you've made it this far, thank you very much for reading, I hope you enjoyed it and I apologize again for any mistakes.