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Texts with Iwaizumi Hajime

it’s never a dull day with hubby iwa <3

Tried something diff and now im obsessed. Expect more :3

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Match the Thunder (nsfw)

Warnings: rough sex, p in v, mating press, feet kissing, unprotected sex, size kink, power play (?), profanity, adult characters.

Big n’ beefy men who get incredibly turned on when it rains. Walk with me here…

They don’t know what it is about the clouds darkening on the sky above or that fresh scent of earth that sticks to the air when it rains. Something about that heavy raining weather makes their libidio higher than the clouds. The contrast of being inside, between your legs, all warm and sweaty while it storms outside makes him unbelievably hard. You know the moment the clouds start to gather before a storm, he’s eyeing you from across the room with a drenched look of insatiable hunger in his eyes. To him, you looked utterly ravishing in the dark lighting of the house, so perfectly his type. His woman.

When the rain starts to pitter-patter against the window outside, he’s breathing into your ears, groaning— preaching for you to submit to his touches. Teeth and tongue all over your neck. It’s hot and wet and you can’t escape the hold he has on you. He’s taller, bigger, bulky biceps flexing with each tug and pull. His hair is already a shambled mess. When you turn to look him in the eyes, he’s half-lidded, lashes shadowing over his consuming gaze. He’s on you before you can say anything, swollen lips tangling with yours, sucking and swirling until his tongues in your mouth, rubbing his slippery pink tongue in circles with yours.

Groaning, his one hand is on the back of your hair, fingers combed firmly enough so he could adjust your head to an angle he wanted to tongue-fuck you in. And you’re giving up— giving into his overbearing touch. Giving yourself away to the way he breathed you in like you were the only source of oxygen he could survive off of. When he pulls away to look at your eyes and then at your lips, you want to pull him back, arms coming up around his broad, muscular shoulders as you whine into his ears about how badly you needed him and how you’d go crazy if he didn’t fuck you right now.

Without a second word, you’re tossed and folded on the edge of the squeaky bed, practically sliding off without any leverage and the weight he’s putting over yours isn’t helping much but you’re helpless under him when he’s everywhere; undressing you, undressing himself, touching you, kissing you— he’s all you can feel and all you can think of. You’re driving him to the brink of madness with the way you’re looking up at him so needy, pretty lips parted just slightly. As if he wasn’t hard already.

The bulging strain in his boxer almost hurt. The man in front of you could hardly contain himself, so he’s tearing your panties down your legs to your pretty feet. Briefly, he pulls away for a moment, kissing the heel of your toes with a grunt and a slow buck of his hips, making you look down. Your eyes widening at the sight of his cock pointed almost straight at you, as if beckoning for you to grab it, teasing. There’s a damp spot on his joggers, slowly spreading into a wider pool, you wet your bottom lips with your tongue as if tasting his pre.

He notices and he smirks, he wants to tease but he’s lost all self control so he’s stripping himself, practically ripping his boxers during the act. Cock springing free, he doesn’t waste a moment. He’s on you, full weight over yours, it’s almost suffocating but you need this— need him so bad. It felt like you were restrained, unable to do anything under him or have any control over your own body as he brought himself to your ears to whisper “I’m going to make you feel every inch of me.” as he's pushing past your entrance. An agonizingly slow drag, both your breaths hitching and ragged, breathing in each other.

There’s that intense stretch for your puckered pussy and the soul-sucking tightness for his unit of a cock. You’re both groaning when he’s fully sheathed into your hilt, hips connected to yours while he's all up in your guts, the deepest parts of you. The sting and burn of his whole cock inside of you doesn’t make you moan nor does it make you scream, it makes you go dead silent, breathless, unable to create a sound as you become incapable of forming a functional thought because all you could think about was him inside you. How this intrusion was so intensely lustful yet somehow, so romantic.

Your mouth falls agape as he pushes your knees up against your chest to ram himself in an angle that makes you lose your vision. The sounds finally start ripping from your throat when his pace quickens rapidly, all strength and stamina. Each slap of his hips into your sopping, wet hole is filthy. The squelch of your combined liquids traveling into your ears with every thrust. You were broken and limp, body gone slack as his power overtook you, swallowing you under his larger frame while he fucked you into the mattress.

The least of your concern was the fact that you were about to slide off the mattress when he was making you shout so pitifully, crying and babbling. It’s overbearing how he’s coming onto you, whispering so sweetly about how you’re so perfect, his perfect wife, his whole life, and how you were made for him. Tears cloud your vision and pool down your cheeks as youre sniffling and hiccuping at how gentle his words were opposed to his inescapable fucking. Cock all up in your stomach until you’re clawing and digging into his back for help from him. “Fuck, baby. See that storm outside? M’trynna match its rhythm. ‘Ts raining so damn hard, I wanna match the beat of the thunder. See? Ya hear that?” and you do, you hear lightning strike so close, goosebumps raise on your skin. He counts under his breath “One…two…three…” then thrusts alongside the sound of the second thunder making you squeal. “Count with me for the next one, baby.” Obeying, you count with him and he thrusts again, pulling out and pushing back into you.

Body tensing up, your back naturally arches with his movements until your toes curl and your eyelids shut tightly. “I’m—I’m close!” you’re mewling, pawing at his sweaty chest. His only response is caging you in, both arms planted on each side of your head, picking his pace up until you’re orgasming with the sound of the next thunder. Gushing and stuttering like a broken toy, you’re all teary eyed and a wet fucking mess, his eyes stay locked on yours while he grunts through gritted teeth, cumming inside of your battered pussy. Filling every empty bit of you with his thick, white cum. Until there was nothing left of you that wasn’t touched by him.

After you’re both down from your highs, he pulls out but remains on top of you, breathing hard against your skin. He nuzzles his nose to the side of your cheek to ask “You okay baby? Hurts?” With the softest voice reminding you of how gentle and affectionate he usually is. You’re only able to pathetically nod, earning soft kisses to your cheek. Then you turn to look out the window and see that the rains gotten lighter than before and the sky’s starting to clear up as the storm clouds moved away. He scratches his neck apologetically saying “Sorry, the weather makes me so damn horny.”

Iwaizumi Hajime, Daichi Sawamura, Kentaro Kyotani (mad dog), Kuroo Tetsuro, Osamu Miya, Ukai Keishin, Bokuto Kotarou, Usijima Wakatoshi. Umemiya Hajime, Tome Hiragi, Jo Togame. Erwin Smit & Jean Kiersten. Jjk: All of em. (Mostly Toji tho heh). Sae Itoshi, Ryusei Shido, Rensuke Kunigami, Enjin, Gris, Corvus, Drakken, Ran Haitani, Kagami Taiga, Aomine Daiki, ANYONE DONT LIMIT YOUR IMAGINATIONS!!!!

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Was just listening to Mixtape 2 and I realized how much Ryul reminds me of Iwaizumi. They exude the same masculine, reliable sort of energy that makes them appear confident. Andddd their hair looks similar…please tell me you see the vision…when worlds collide 🤯

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“Delayed Attraction” - Kuroo x F!reader

Summary: Kuroo has always been known for liking girls with long hair. When he reunites with you after years at a work dinner, he doesn’t understand what suddenly possesses him because, fuck, he thinks you’re hot. It's different this time, though. You have short hair now, and somehow, he's more attracted to you than he's ever been to anyone before. Loser whipped Kuroo. No warnings. Wc: 1.8k

A/n: for my short hair ladiesss. so sorry this is ahh. I just need to start writing again 🫪

When Tetsuro knew you back in high school, he never really paid attention to your looks. The most notable thing for him was your hair, long, falling past shoulder length, and that sweet, beckoning scent that lingered through your strands when you swept by. To him, you were merely just another cute girl who sat in front of him in class, someone he never truly took a moment to observe.

Back then, all he recalled was having a few of the same classes with you and how your obnoxious boyfriend at the time would tag along. He had nothing particular against you; you were a pleasant classmate who often lent him pencils and erasers when he forgot and helped him with classwork. What he had a problem with was your type in man. Or rather, your boyfriend. He called it his “masculine intuition” how he hated him. Something about your man irked him. Pissed him off when he’d walk around campus with you next to him

It wasn’t jealousy of any sort, he told himself. He reasoned that he didn’t know you to like you like that. Tetsuro did know one thing, though, and it was that you deserved way better than that nincompoop with a shit face.

God, I’d treat her so much better than that fucker— put him on a cuck chair if I could, were his recurring thoughts. Unlike your boyfriend, Tetsuro had restraint and respected your relationship. Not like he was going to pursue you anyway. He only really indulged in you from afar as a classmate and nothing more…respectfully, of course. That’s what he told himself, at least.

Tetsuro hated your boyfriend so much that he would internally gamble how badly he would eventually fumble you. He knew it was wrong to anticipate someone else’s breakup, but he couldn’t seem to contain himself from waiting to hear “yeah, they broke up” someday. So, when the day came when he was the one to witness the end of your relationship, a seed was planted somewhere deep in his mind.

It was the sophomore year of college when he was invited to a party at a dingy lodge just outside the city. The place was filled with people he’d seen around campus, and some of his friends had tagged along. He never intended to show up at the function, but through some convincing and threats from his buddies, he tagged along as the designated driver. To his surprise, you were there too, with your fugly boyfriend, of course.

Tetsuro spotted you from across the room. You stood anxiously, stranded behind a mob of people, whilst your eyes darted around. He had approached to ask if you were alright, just basic decency. You smiled and assured him that you were fine and that you were looking for your boyfriend. He tsked, unimpressed at the guy for leaving his girlfriend all alone at a college party. Who knew what kind of creep would bother you? Tetsuro was appalled, utterly irritated on your behalf.

When the party started to die down, and his friends all abandoned him for their hookups and others for more late-night drinking, he drove off on his own. The moment he truly, really took a moment to see you in that way was when he saw you walking alone down the forested road, down the deserted highway. He slowed down his car to ask what you were doing out there all by yourself with nothing but concern and an overwhelming instinct to protect.

Shivering with tears glistening down your cheeks, you could only mumble a “he left me” and a weak smile.

He gambled damn well, but that was no good. The bastard left you to walk out in the dark. Even though he was pissed, he spoke to you softly, telling you to get in the car, that it was dangerous to be walking out there, and that he’d take you home. You seemed reluctant at first, but when you heard some critter howl from afar somewhere in the forest, you gulped and plopped yourself into his passenger seat with a quiet bow of gratitude.

Though distraught, you looked beautiful and Tetsuro wanted nothing but to reach out and hold you. To tell you that he was there and that asshole didn’t deserve you. Having self discipline was hard for Tetsuro when you looked so weak, but he kept his hands tight on the steering wheel as he started the car.

During the ride, Kuroo let you to sob quietly while resting your forehead on the window. He did his best to make sure you didn’t feel embarrassed. Left you alone with no questions, just comfortable silence. A silence that didn’t ask anything of you.

He came to terms with the fact that he was interested in you but had been suppressing it because you were in a relationship. His attraction for you suddenly came in full force that moment he found out you were broken up with. Not his proudest moment but boy, was he ecstatic that your asshole ex was no longer hanging around you.

And that was that. He thought about that night often. Mostly, he thought about you. Wishing he’d reached out, stayed with you a bit longer.

Years had passed since the night he drove you back home without question. Ever since then, he noticed your absence around campus and parties, soon figuring out that you were overseas. You became just another person he knew, someone who he wanted to pursue at the wrong time, nothing more.

That was until he was at a work dinner with his colleagues when one of the members from a different division announced the arrival of a new team member joining the dinner. It was all excitement amongst the group. It wasn’t anything out of the norm for him to constantly meet new people that he’d be working around. It was just another introduction to him, something mundane. But when he heard everyone calling over this new person and he looked up to meet eyes with you, his stomach unexpectedly burst with something of nostalgia and something of surprise.

There you were walking into the restaurant with your long hair cut short, layers framing your face as you jogged over to the table. The new haircut made you look exquisite, so different yet so much more fitting on you. Something pleasant washed over him to see that you were looking well. The last time he saw you, you were broken and to see you like this, relief and a sort of pride had settled in. It was truly nice to see you better off.

Above all that, he just couldn’t douse down the heat of attraction sprouting in his chest. Throughout high school, he’d always seen you half-assedly and seeing you like this now, he wondered what had gotten into him. Tetsuro loved women with long hair, only ever crushed on celebrities with long hair, and dated girls with long hair. What was this unexpected flutter?

The feelings he had forgotten over time had been resurrected after seeing you.

“Long time no see.” He gathered confidence to start the conversation when he found you alone outside to catch fresh air while everyone was inside.

“It has!” You nodded, “How have you been?”

“Good, good, y'know just doing what I love…” He scratched his head awkwardly when you caught him eyeing you, “Uh, uhm, you look good— I mean— you’re looking well. I see you, uh, cut your hair.”

You giggled, watching him making actions of your hair getting chopped off with his fingers like a flustered idiot, “This? I thought some change would be nice.”

“Very nice, yes, you look…” He sputtered, “very pretty.”

At that, you froze, slightly taken aback, “Really? Didn’t expect you to compliment my hair. I know you’ve always preferred long hair.”

“I do, but…you just really pull it off. Really.” He assured, smirking slightly at your hesitation to take his compliment.

“Well, thank you, Kuroo.” You returned his smile.

“Tetsuro. Just call me Tetsuro. No need for formalities between us.” He stated.

“Tetsuro.” You said his name as if to test the waters and he made a soft sound of approval.

“I hope this doesn’t sound inappropriate, I’ve always preferred women with long hair but I think you might just be an exception.” He said under his breath, not realizing it was loud enough for you to hear.

You burst out laughing, catching him by surprise and embarrassment.

“I— what I mean is, I think short hair suits you better. N-not that your long hair was bad, it was great but this look is beautiful. I fancy it. I fancy you. I have been since college but I didn’t realize it until now. Seeing you now just resurfaced those very hidden feelings, I guess. Haha, took me a while.” He spoke rapidly like a shy kid thrown on stage, face as red as his neck tie.

You couldn’t help but gape at his abrupt confession. He was always just a handsome guy with a naturally dependable personality. Until now, you didn’t realize that maybe, you might’ve seen him more than just someone you’ve known since high school.

“I quite fancy you too, Tetsuro. And I’m still grateful for that night back in sophomore year, when you dropped me home without bombarding me with questions. I felt safe with you and who knows if I would've even gotten home if you didn’t pull over on the side of the road.” You thanked him.

“Just always thought you deserved better. I hated that douche you dated with a passion.” Tetsuro tsked, face irritated at the memory.

“I could tell. You always had a scowl on your face when my ex was around.” You giggled at the memory.

“What? I guess I wasn’t so slick.” He huffed as if caught red handed.

“Were you waiting for us to break up?” You raised a brow.

Tetsuro turned to you in shock, “Could you tell?!”

“No, just guessed.” You replied, “Why didn’t you do anything about it?”

“Cause…you disappeared after that night. I never saw you around.” He responded, voice softening into something more firm.

“Hmm. I’m here now.” You shrugged, implying that a door was left ajar for him.

“Shit, didn’t think I’d have an office romance in my book.” He chuckled under his breath.

“I’m not even in your department, Tetsuro.” You smirked.

He mirrored you upon hearing that, “You’re telling me it’s okay for me to ask you out on a date then?!”

You nodded, “Yeah, not like we’re gonna lose our jobs.”

“Wait, does this mean you’re saying yes to me asking you out on a date before I even ask you?” He started blushing harder than before.

“Yes.”

“God bless your short hair.” He bowed.

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(HQ) BOYFRIEND TEXTS ♡

IN WHICH you text your boyfriend while on your period!!

includes (in order): miya twins, suna, oikawa, iwaizumi, matsukawa, kuroo, kenma, bokuto, akaashi, tendou

cw: suggestive humor, cursing, i made this while in aggravating pain, please ignore any grammatical errors

a/n: first post after 2 years..... how r we feeling... some of them r slightly out of character but my page my #rules

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The Mattsun one genuinely taking me out brah😭

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Thinking about police officer Sawamura Daichi, former captain of the Karasuno volleyball team in his high school days growing into a tan, tall and muscular hunk of a man. While dependable and gentle in nature, his demeanor during sex with you was a complete 180. He’d be all pent up after a long day of being the nice neighborhood cop. Big biceps begging to burst out of his blue police uniform with his broad shoulders like a barricade caging whoever wherever he wanted. His hard-on would strain in his boxers just waiting to spring free at the thought of you. He’d see you walking home after work and roll down the window of his assigned cop car, beckoning you to come his way. Then, he’d come up with some excuse to get you in “trouble” and stay for some supposed questioning. Saying some bullshit like “you violated pedestrian law by crossing the road way too far from the sign…” with a disappointed tsk and continue with more bullshit like: “that could be a fine for jaywalking, Mrs.” After a while of bickering, he’d win the game and have you in the backseat of the cop car with your wrists behind your back in painfully tight handcuffs and your bare ass up in the air. That supposed friendly neighborhood cop— your husband would be plunging his thick length into your dripping, puckered hole. One hand gripping your hips while the other tangled through your hair, holding your head down on the seat. Plush walls squeezing and feeling up every vein on his twitching cock. He’d spank you real hard just to hear that ecstatic mewl coming from you, your pretty face smushed up against the leather backseat with drool dripping down your swollen lips. Daichi’d slap the other cheek just as hard, earning another high-pitched whine. “You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you? Hmm?” He’d groan, thrusting your poor hole, stretching it nice and wide with a little burn that drove you insane. The car would fog up, the combined fragrance of sweat and spit and sex. Suffocating and sexy all at once. Slap slap slap. Car shaking with each stroke, he’d make you orgasm in a manic-like frenzy; toes curled frozen, pleading cries turning silent and breathless, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks as your body stuttered uncontrollably with intense pleasure. Officer Daichi would push deeper to the hilt, filling you with his heavy, bloating fluids with a soft whimper of your name. You’d scoff when his good cop-self would come back after your little “questioning” when he’d unlock your handcuffs and kiss your wrists with an apologetic smile. With a gentle voice, he’d ask if you were alright and then he’d say “your jaywalking fine is pardoned.”

Just thinking….

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Hi, you mightve noticed some of my works are missing. That is because I privated them for a bit. Hope you’ll understand teehee :3

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“Can you see me? I’m waiting for the right time” - whc x freader scenarios (fluff)

Synopsis: when the weak hero boys have a hallway crush and how they act. Scenarios imagined in university settings. Like a campus crush 🤭 characters: sieun, suho, gotak, juntae, Baku, seongje, baekjin. warnings…maybe Baekjin is lowkey a stalker and so is Seongje (not weird tho).

Sieun:

It was at the library where he first saw you during midterm season. You were sat behind a stack of books and your nose buried in a comically large textbook and the whole table to yourself. He couldn’t seem to keep his eyes away from the way you looked so concentrated in whatever it was that you were doing. Pen between your teeth, hoodie snug around you, a few cups of coffee from the nearby cafe scattered everywhere. And when you met his eyes, it wasn’t an awe-struck moment of any sort. Actually, it was rather awkward, you both turned away quickly in embarrassment.

Since then, Sieun couldn’t stop thinking about you— the pretty girl at the library, taking up a whole table.

So, what did he do? Well, obviously he went back to the library and sat in that exact table and waited. Lucky him, you showed up, sat across from him, looked him in the eyes, then looked away this time before saying a quiet ‘hi’.

Score.

After that day, it became a routine for him to end up at the library, on that table, sometimes even putting his backpack on the chair so that no one else could sit on your “designated” spot. If anyone asks to sit there, he’d reply with a sharp “someone’s sitting here”. When he sees you from the corner of his eye, he’d quickly move away his backpack for you to sit there.

He didn’t know why he was behaving this way at first but when he saw you outside of the library, at a campus event, he realized that he must’ve had a little crush on you. “Hallway crush” they call it. That crush for you really solidified when you approached him at the event and finally introduced yourself, telling him your name and major.

When he went home that night, he immediately put it into his notes, all the classes that you told him you’re taking so that he could pass you in the halls. He acts cool and unwavering but, really, he’s all giddy on the inside. All he wants do is see his pretty hallway crush— cause what’s the point of walking an extra mile around campus if he didn’t see you?

Suho:

For Suho, this wasn’t just a hallway crush. It was a class crush because he had an elective class with you. People from different majors came together to take this class, whether as an elective or for extra credit.

On the first day, when he saw you, he was already in love. Like a love at first sight kind of thing. And, Suho really isn’t the type to have a polished attendance record— often skipping to take naps or go to work. However, for this class? With you in it? Yeah, he’s there every class.

Before every class, he checks himself out in the nearby washroom, fixing his hair, flossing his teeth, puffing his chest out like the man he is. He’d even ask the random guy washing his hand on the sink how he looked. Then, he’d stand outside the door of the class at least two minutes before you arrived so that he could hold the door open for you.

When you finally reached the class, he’d act all nonchalant like he didn’t notice you. Scrolling on his phone. You met eyes with him, and his heartbeat would pick up, diminishing his cool act within seconds.

Suho would put himself between you and the door and hold it open so handsomely, looking at you with a boyish grin, waiting for your approval. You’d shoot him a curt ‘thanks’ before walking in, unaware of how flustered and red he turned once you turned your back to find a seat.

For the rest of the semester, it becomes a routine for him to hold the door open and for you to thank him. As each day passed, your short ‘thanks’ turned into ‘thank you’ and then it turned into “hey, how are you?” Lastly, it came to learning each other’s names and exchanging contacts to study together before finals.

Of course, after finals is done and the semester comes to an end, Suho is bummed because he won’t see you often anymore but he tries his best to keep in touch with you by sending relatable reels or replying to your stories. To his surprise, you also seem to try to stay in contact with him.

Who knows, maybe this hallway/classroom crush could turn into something more…

Gotak:

You weren’t just his hallway crush…you were his hallway wife. Because, something possessed him one day to have enough confidence to speak to you, learning your name, major, and your class schedule. Ever since then, he’d been walking you to your classes, accompanying you from one campus building to another, making time in his own schedule to meet with you.

He realized he had a crush on you when you bumped into him on the first week of university, your belongings scattering all over the ground. At first, he was irritated cause he was running late but when he saw your pretty face, he wasn’t so mad. Anything for fine shyt.

You were wearing a simple beige cardigan and a pair of jeans, bag slumped over your shoulders as you looked up at him with your pretty eyes. Totally his type. He had to take a moment to just stare at you and appreciate your appearance before he could tune back into the present.

“I am so sorry!” You apologized, picking up your stuff, pausing when he handed you your textbook, “Thank you.”

“That’s alright, you must be in a rush.” He huffed, giving you a hand, helping you up.

“Y-yeah, actually, I was looking for class 150, would you have any idea where that is?” You scratched your head with an awkward laugh.

Gotak raised a brow at that, “Funny you say that, I was looking for that class, as well.”

(He did not have a class in 150)

“Really? That’s a relief!” You sighed softly, padding next to him, “is it okay if we go together?”

Oh hell yeah, he thought to himself.

He smiled, nodding, “Sure, why not?”

There it was, your daily interaction. Walking into each other in the hallway. Smiling. Waving. Meeting up during gaps to hangout.

He even went out of his way to transfer into your class in 150— which was a very academically challenging class and completely unrelated to what Gotak was studying. He took it regardless for the credit and to be near you, of course.

This “crush” was leading to something more and Gotak was enjoying every second of it.

Juntae:

Super duper shy and honestly, he probably wouldn’t ever speak to you so what he does is: find a pattern— what time does he usually bump into you? Which hallway? And where do you go after? And with that little bit of information, he does his best to walk past you as much as he can during the uni week.

Sometimes, his schedule makes it hard to get there in time to see you and it’s the biggest disappointment for him. He gets so bummed out and demotivated but when the next morning comes and he’s getting ready, he’s thinking up all the possible scenarios in his head about walking next to you and how you’d maybe look at him a second longer. Or he’d imagine you randomly striking up a convo. Maybe you’d bump into him? Butterflies in his stomach.

He’d go to campus all giddy and excited to see you and when the time comes and he’s there a few minutes before you walk out of class, he’s fixing the collar of his shirt, adjusting his glasses, checking if his breath smells clean or not just incase you talk to him.

You finally walked out and he’s stumbling and tripping over all the invisible objects to get the clearest and closest view of you. He’d try to go closer so that you’d have to make the contact and pass by each other.

When you finally meet eyes and hold eye contact, his world is all rainbows and sunshine with some sappy romantic music playing in the background. He’s blushing with hearts in his eyes. The two seconds of interaction was his boost and motivation for the rest of the day.

Juntae would go to the rest of his classes with a stupid smile on his face, reimagining the moment over and over again in his head. Lost in his thoughts as the professors would blabber on about lecture materials. He’d scribble hearts all over his notes.

He’d be the type to go home humming some tune while romanticizing more interactions with you.

Fridays were his least favorite because the weekend would be a barrier between him and seeing you. He’d spend the weekend daydreaming about you and preparing how he could get more interactions. Monday would come and he’d be back to plotting and scheming. Muhahaha.

(Doesn’t end up speaking to you because he got too shy each time he tired)

(You ended up speaking to him first)

Humin (Baku):

Humin was soooooo annoying about his hallway crush on you. He’s force his friends to walk with him down the hallway that you usually hung out in. After passing, he’d ask his friends over and over if you looked at him and if anything happened. His friend would grow sick of him but they’d support him regardless and often times not, they’d slightly over exaggerate the moments to make him happy.

“Yeah, bro, she was totally checking you out.” One them said.

“Really? How was she looking at me? For how long? What was her body language?” He’d beam, speaking fast with excited eyes.

His friends would roll their eyes at him but he’d continue.

One day, he was at the library and he saw you struggling to reach a book on the higher part of the shelf. He strode over close behind you, smelling your sweet perfume, and reaching for the book you were trying to get. He’d hand it to you all confidently.

“Thank you.” You said, flashing him a quick smile.

“Y-yeah, you’re welcome. The shelf is pretty tall, isn’t it?” He said, trying to keep the conversation flowing.

“It is,” you nodded, “I would’ve had to start jumping if it wasn’t for you giving me a hand.”

“Haha, I’m glad to be at your service.” He scratched the back of his head with a shy grin.

“Well, I’ll see you around!” You giggled, walking away from him.

GAHHHHH. He screamed internally.

He ran to his friends at the gymnasium, made them pause their basketball training just to tell them about the interaction. He’d act it out with his hands, exaggerating the movements and how you looked at him with your pretty eyes and lashes.

“Well, I’ll see you around!” He quoted you, batting his lashes.

His friends would whoop and cheer for him.

“Guys! I think I really have a chance!” He’d beat his chest like an athlete after scoring a goal.

The next time he sees you in the hallway, he builds up the courage to wave and say hi. You look a bit surprised but you waved back with a smile. That would make him bite his bottom lips to muffle a shy giggle, jogging and skipping off to tell his friends again, talking their ears off about that one short moment.

“She said hi back. I’m going to make her my wife.” Humin stated to his friends, “I need you guys to help me.”

His friends all groaned and grumbled, knowing there’s no end to this.

Seongje

You sat next to him in one of his lectures. It was a three hour long lecture where the professor would read off slides. Such a drag. Everyone looked bored. Everyone was bored.

Especially Seongje. He always needed something to do. Something to entertain him…or someone to entertain him.

Seongje scanned his eyes around the class and his head turned to the side. Right next to him.

Ah, there you were. Total eye candy. His type, too.

You looked just as bored, resting your chin on your hands, drawing random shapes all over your notes while sighing out of boredom. You caught his eye in seconds, wondering why he was staring at you but he just smirked, leaned back in his chair, and went on his phone.

Seongje airdropped an image

You got a notification on your phone. Curious, you glanced back up at him to see him smirking while looking directly at you as if he were saying: click on it.

So, you did. It was a picture of the professor’s bald head and a penis drawn on it. It was immature and utterly childish but you couldn’t help but snort. Masking it as a cough to hide the fact that you were on the verge of erupting in laughter. Your gaze met Seongje’s again and he, too, was laughing silently.

It was your turn. You airdropped an image of the professor with filter that gave him cat ears and overly large eyes. Seongje opened it in seconds and grinned ear-to-ear. He turned his phone to you to the image and gave you thumbs up.

You, a pretty girl, was entertaining him. Maybe this treacherous class wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Once class finished, you hurried out before Seongje could properly speak to you. Although he was slightly disappointed, he didn’t give up easily. He figured out your name from your airdrop so he searched it up on Instagram, quickly finding it because of your profile picture and bio with the uni in it. Without any hesitation, he clicked request to follow. Now, it was just a game of waiting.

Only minutes passed when you accepted his follow request and followed him back. Becoming IG mutuals.

During his gap before his next class, he leaned against a chair at a study room to stalk your highlights, posts, mutuals to see if you were following any guys that could be your possible interest. He then, found your Spotify, stalked your playlists, liked some of the songs and added it to his own playlist. After that, he took a sky picture, put one of your favorited songs over it and posted it on his main story for you to view.

He’d check his story watchers every few minutes to see if you viewed it or not.

Ding. He got a notification. One that made him chuckle to himself.

Y/n replied to your story: seems like you got good music taste there 🫵

He got exactly what he was plotting for.

Since then, when he saw you in the hallway he’d nod your way, hands still in his pockets, walking confidently with his chin up. You’d run into him outside at the parking lots sometimes, catching him smoke a cigarette and scroll on his phone. He’d greet you by name. Which made butterflies erupt in your stomach. He enjoyed to see the way you walked by, trying to keep your gaze up instead of shying away.

In class, he’d stare down anyone that dared to sit next to him— saving the spot for you. When you came he’d just smirk and give you a small wave.

“Hey there, stranger.” He’d say, voice low.

“Hi, Seongje.” You’d smile shyly, attempting to say his name casually like any acquaintances would.

That would do some damage because you saying his name was so damn attractive to him. Say that again, say my name. He would think to himself.

He used to always consider skipping that long class before he met you. Now…not so much. He got his entertainment.

Baekjin:

Saw you once in the hallway. Got one of the guys from the union to find information on you: your name, age, background, major, address, and class schedule.

He had your class schedule saved on his phone so he could walk past you or “accidentally” run into you whenever he wanted to.

You noticed him but didn’t know who he was— just a tall, handsome, and intimidating guy in the hallway with impeccable posture and perfume lingering around him.

If you had anyone bother you on campus, he’d somehow always be around.

A guy from one of your classes had a thing for you to the point where he had constantly bothered you for your phone number. After class, he followed you outside grabbing your wrist. Just before the situation escalated, Baekjin intervened with his hand gripping the guy arm, prying it off of you. With dangerously threatening eyes he towered over the guy in height, broad shoulders and all.

He spoke lowly, like the guy before him was the most worthless thing in the world, “You shouldn’t be bothering people.”

The guy shrunk under his gaze and cowered away.

Baekjin turned to you, sharp eyes warming when it met yours and his gaze tracked down from your head to toes

“You alright?” He asked, starting to walk.

“I am, thanks for helping.” You thanked, following after him, “He’s been bothering me for a while now.”

“If he bothers you again, just call me.” He said, handing you a slip of paper with his number neatly written down on it.

It was all too perfect. From the timing to the point where he gave you his number. Almost like it was planned all along.

You took it regardless, grateful that you had someone you could feel safe around.

“Uh, thank you. Could I get your name…so, I could put it in my contacts?” You asked.

“It’s Baekjin. Na Baekjin.” He replied.

“Baekjin…” You said to yourself while typing it in your phone, “my names y/n.”

The look on his face told you he already knew but he nodded anyway.

“Where were you heading towards?” He suddenly asked, turning his head to you.

“I was heading to the library.” You answered, shoving your phone in your pocket.

“I’ll walk you there.” He said, not giving you the chance to declined.

Not that you wanted to. Like you even had a choice.

Before parting ways, Baekjin would turn to you and say “If anyone ever bothers you. Call me. I’ll be there.”

Although he said it so monotonously without much warmth or reassurance, it made you feel safe and secured.

Baekjin would make sure his hallway crush was safe and okay so that he could run into her and walk past her like he always did without interference.

[pushinpieta]

Hey can I request for a seongje smut where reader is calm, collected and gentle (absolute opposite of him) and she's a soft dom and just makes him feel good and loved and seen to the point where he sheds tears. Since I don't think anyone has ever shown him this sort of gentle love so he's confused at first and doesn't know how to react but then reader helps him to communicate. If you don't mind, can you add really fluffy aftercare in the end 🙏🙏🙏

Geum Seongje X F!reader smut

A/n: I saw the request in class and got excited…a little too excited to write it…it might be a bit rushed oopsieee…hope you like it tho lol ✌️😂

Warnings: adult characters, cowgirl, soft dom, unprotected sex, p in v, pet names, fluff at the end

You were straddled on top of Seongje. His glasses below the bridge of his nose, hair a ruffled mess, and clothes forgotten on the ground. With limbs wrapped and tangled around each other, it was all heat and skin on skin.

The room felt hot, tense with the raw intensity of your bodies colliding together. Seongje’s grip on your hips tightened as you slowly aligned his hard-on to your hungry entrance. His keen eyes watching the way you struggled to sink down on his tip that stretched you out. Nails digging into his shoulders, you gasped, lashes fluttering.

Seongje suppressed a moan, biting down on his lower lip with his brows furrowed in anticipation as you fully took him in, warm, wet walls snug around his twitchy cock.

“Gosh, you’re so tight.” Seongje chuckled breathlessly, his hands trailing up your back to bring your closer until your bare chest was pressed up against his.

You kiss his neck, sucking small bruises to leave your mark. To claim him as yours. All while being so gentle, brushing your hands through his hair and kissing his jaw. You broughtyour lips closer to his ears to whisper praises, urging him on as he thrusted upwards into the spot that made you croon.

“R-right there, Seongje, baby.” The pet name leaving your lips so warmly, “Let me take care of you.”

You grabbed him by the neck. Not choking, just grabbing. To get him to look you in the eyes as you picked up your pace, riding up and down on his length until you felt sore everywhere. Muscles growing taut from being stretched open by his girth.

His big arms coming up around you to grip on your waist as he matched your pace, pistoning up in you. It all felt like a blur of overflowing passion. Raw and deep, touching all the hidden places. All the secret and sensitive places. Places like his heart.

Seongje didn’t know what was coming over him when he felt that strange, unknown yet pleasant tug in his chest. It hurt, not in pain but in pleasure and…he didn’t know what it was? Maybe it was attraction? Gratitude? Love? But whatever it was that he felt, it made his heart beat quicken and his eyes blur with tears and all he wanted to do was swallow you whole. Make you his forever. Have you like this— so, so close to him. Wrapped around in his embrace.

All his.

This feeling must be love. He thought to himself as he kissed you on the lips, parting it to slip his tongue in, swirling it around with yours. You moaned into his mouth, feeling that all too familiar sensation of your impending orgasm as you moved along with each other in a swirl of dizzying attraction and adoration.

“Fuck— I’m close—“ Seongje groaned, throwing his head back with a sigh. He looked up and away from you to hide the fact that he had tears brimming in his eyes from all the emotions and feelings clashing in his chest.

“I got you, baby. I got you.” You assured, cupping his cheek with a gentle kiss on his temple.

He shuddered under your feather-like affection, hesitantly accepting it. This whole time, he believed— convinced himself that he didn’t deserve love like this. The soft, tender, unconditional kind of love. The love where he didn’t need to be a monster. Where he could just be Geum Seongje. Just be yours.

“I’m close, too.” You mewled, relishing in the way he touched and caressed all the places you needed him to without having to ask.

Seongje tensed, knowing he would cum any moment as you began to sound more desperate. Breaths quickening and ragged as you rode him, chasing your release.

The next shaky words from Seongje put you to a halt.

“Am I…lovable?” He asked, voice softer than you’ve ever heard before, almost somber with a sadness masked with humor.

That’s when you noticed it, the red around his eyes, the wet teardrop spilling down his eyes which weren’t as sharp and cunning as before but rather broken— real. He looked smaller now, not physically, just as if he were confused by the gentleness in your words and touch. Like it was something utterly new and foreign to him. A totally different language.

You smiled, grabbing both his cheeks, his eyes met yours. Your heart twisted at the sight of him— face red from tears, lower lips wobbling just slightly. He tried to turn away but he couldn’t, not when you urged him to look at you.

Then you answered, “Of course you are. I love you. You are lovable…why wouldn’t you be?”

He bit his bottom lip to hide the tremble creeping up on him but his flaring nostrils gave away the fact that he was breaking apart in your arms.

“Just thought—“ He paused to gather himself, turning his head slightly to look away from you, “I don’t know…I’m a pretty big asshole.”

You giggled, moving your hips slightly, body vibrarting. His cock still buried within making you ache for that damn release you’ve both been chasing.

“I love this big asshole.” You kissed his forehead, “I love you.”

“Fuck.” He chuckled in disbelief, “Then, I love you more.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest at the depth of his words. He meant it more than he let on. And having him say it so bluntly made your head feel dizzy with need. You needed him to fill you up. You needed all of him just as much as he needed you.

“Then make me cum, Seongje.” You whined, starting to move again, nails digging into his shoulders.

Without a second warning, he rammed right up into you. You began to bounce along, sliding up and down on his length until the coil built up and finally— finally snapped. Your body froze, eyes rolling back, mouth falling agape as you came around him. Essence drooling and dripping around his cock sloppily.

He didn’t stop until he let out a low groan of your name as he came inside of you. Filling you all the way until he had nothing left to give. It took you a second to pull yourself together and pull him out of you, his white cum trickling from his red tip, spurting all over your inner thighs.

Seongje watched with wide eyes, turned on by the mess you both made and how it mixed together. How it was something entirely yours. Something no one else could have with him other than you.

“I love you.” He whispered, voice almost inaudible.

You heard him regardless and reciprocated with a quieter, “I love you, too.” Falling to the side to catch your breath.

His residue between your thighs. Your scratches all over his back. Marking each other.

A beat of silence passed then you felt the weight of the bed shift. You turned to see Seongje scoot closer, warm cigarette breath fanning your face. A large arm wrapped around your waist as he cuddled you.

“I’m beat.” He murmured into your hair.

“Really? You are? I did most of the work, you know.” You raised a brow.

“Hey, I contributed for like…half of it.” He defended, voice groggy and hoarse.

“Lower.”

“Okay, 40% of it?”

“Lower, Seongje.”

“25%, then.” He replied confidently.

“Yeah, I’ll give you that.” You yawned, “Come, let’s take a shower.”

“Give me a massage, too, while you’re at it.” He perked up, following after you.

“Who do you think I am? Your personal attendant?” You scoffed, pulling him into the bathroom.

“Mhm, my girlfriend, my personal attendant, my sex to-“

“SEONGJE!” You smacked him on the arm before he could finish his list with a loud giggle.

[pushinpieta]

“i blame it on your love everytime i f**k it up” - whc x reader angst-fluff (scenario)

synopsis: the weak hero characters being wrong and upsetting you and how they make up/alologize. angst to fluff. sappy couple stuff. characters: sieun, suho, juntae, gotak, humin, seongje, baekjin

warnings: gn reader, swearing, crying, kissing, yelling, injury, violence (not on reader), slightly suggestive in one part

SIEUN:

“fine then, i won’t waste your time.”

were the last words you bitterly uttered to him before walking away. the door of his apartment slamming shut with enough force that it shook the walls as if there was a minor earthquake. the remainder of what you had left of yourself in his apartment was the bracelet you had made for him.

sieun sighed, the heat of anger cooling down into remorse.

you had showed up to surprise him for getting a 100 on algebra his midterm exam with a gift in your hand, expecting sieun to be happy to see you. but when you happily stepped into his apartment without much of a thought, sieun had scolded you for showing up unannounced. he claimed you interrupted his studies, as he still had remaining exams to take the following couple of days.

a frown drew on your face upon seeing him rub his temple and sigh. clearly irritated by you. your heart cracked slightly, but you smiled regardless, hoping you could lighten the mood by showing him the present you put time and effort to make.

three days. it took you three long days of planning to make him a bracelet that was comfortable enough for him to wear. just the right colour, just the right materials.

but you received just the wrong reaction.

“sieun, look i made you this bracelet!” you beamed, pulling it out of a velvet pouch, dangling the peace in front of him.

sieun turned away, lightly pushing it aside with another sigh as if he were fed up with you. you frowned, bringing it up to his face again. the second time around, he swatted you away, making you step back with a look of surprise.

“you don’t like it?” you asked, excitement running down.

“it’s nothing like that,” he grumbled, “i just have a lot to study and revise but you’re distracting me— showing up unannounced. i can’t waste a single second during these important times.”

“so i’m wasting your time by showing up and giving you a gift?” your tone dropped from somber to straight up betrayed.

“i didn’t say that.” he replied sternly, speaking hastily like he didn’t have the time for this.

or time for you.

you spoke lowly, “i get that you’re busy with exams but treating me like i’m a waste of your time isn’t fair. and also, i never complain when you show up unannounced. this isn’t fair.”

he answered, “look, i have to study, i will call you lat—“

he couldn’t finish his sentence. you were out the door. out into the rain. leaving sieun and his bracelet behind.

he gaped, suddenly hyper aware that what he did was so very wrong. and letting you walk out would kill him from the inside and out with guilt.

guilt felt like venom, intoxicating his veins, quickening his pulse as if it were leaping within his skin.

bolting through the doors of his apartment, sieun prayed with clenched knuckles to be able to catch you. the rain blurred his field of vision, making it hard for him to see what was ahead of him. dark clouds loomed over his head, engulfing him into what felt like the reflection of his mind— thundering and a total chaos filled with regret. footsteps splashed through puddles as he ran down the street leading to your house.

the heavy downpour had soaked him within seconds of being out. he panted, ignoring the exhaustion thrumming in his chest as he feverishly looked around, searching for you. catching his breath. he remembered the sadness take over your excitement earlier. a stab to his chest.

why was i so mean? he cursed at himself.

he called out, “y/n!”

no response. he walked farther ahead.

“y/n!”

a thunder crashed. he kept on walking.

“y/n!” his voice came out broken like a cry. desperate to be able to hear you call him back.

and you did.

voice nearing from the distance, “sieun?”

he turned around, heart racing rapidly in his chest. to his relief, you had an umbrella, completely dry. you looked concerned as you walked closer to your soaking wet boyfriend.

“sieun what the hell?” you pulled him by the arm, closer to you until he was under the umbrella, standing with you arm-in-arm.

“y/n, im sorry,” he spoke breathlessly, looking at you with glossy eyes, “i was mean.”

he hadn’t noticed the redness around your until he stepped closer. you were crying.

“you were mean.” you sniffled, still nice enough to wipe down his forehead with the sleeve of your hoodie.

“i was so busy with studying, i made you feel like you weren’t worth my time. im sorry. you know you’re worth every second.” he continued, leaning into your touch, “and i love when you show up unannounced. i was so stressed with everything i took it out on you and that doesn’t excuse my behaviour.”

“can you please come back? let me redo this, please?” he pleaded, eyes glassy.

“you’re not gonna be an ass this time?” you asked, quickly rubbing the tears away from your eyes.

“i won’t. i promise.” he said and he meant it.

“okay.” you nodded.

“by the way, the bracelet you made me…it’s amazing.” he scratched the back of his neck to ease the tense air.

“you think so?” you hummed, a smile creeping its way on your face when he showed you his wrist decorated with your work.

he looked pleased, eyeing his bracelet with adoration, “this will be my lucky charm for the exam.”

he sounded deadpan and serious, you didn’t bother to poke fun at him or question the fact that he wasn’t all that believing when it came to that kind of stuff. instead, you wrapped your arms around his, walking along.

SUHO:

“what is your issue?” suho sighed gruffly, watching you with a questioning glare in his eyes.

“i told you to grab the blue ones, not the pink ones!” you argued, pointing at the bag full pink balloons.

“i don’t see the problem here, babe.” he shrugged carelessly, lollipop in his mouth.

a groan escaped your lips hearing how unbothered he sounded.

you had planned out a birthday party for a close friend. hours went into planning, from the decorations to the snacks, to even specific songs you’d have blasting on speakers. now, you were running out of time, with only an hour left to blow the balloons. but you were met with a huge blunder because of suho’s lack of attentiveness.

hurt and disappointed and frankly, exhausted from doing all the work. you hunched against the wall, staring bitterly at the bag of balloons.

“you seriously don’t see the problem? the whole theme of this party is meant to be ocean themed. the ocean ain’t fucking pink!” you raised your voice, making suho stumble back on his seat in fear, “i’ve been here since 7 in the morning— decorating everything and running around and when i tell you to do something, you don’t even do it properly. suho, you were literally on your phone when i was giving instructions.”

“okay, calm down, how bout’ i quickly run to the store and grab the blue balloons and i’ll inflate them all for you so you can get some rest. how does that sound, hmm?” he sounded like a father trying to cheer up a child after it got injured.

it didn’t make you feel any better. his indifference and unbothered attitude made you feel worse. you turned your back to him to leave. a tear you had been fighting to hold back slipped down you cheek. you turned away to sniffle and hide the fact that you were right on the verge of a break down.

suho, stepped closer, realizing that you were actually upset.

“forget it. i’ll get it myself.” you said, voice wavering.

suho frowned, seeing you give up on him. he grabbed your wrist to stop you from leaving. he stood watching you, your hair and clothes a mess. regret ran down his body, making his eyes soften up. you looked exhausted and disheveled from putting in so much effort. more tears flowed down, your lips wobbling as you stared at him.

the guilt of his inattentive attitude and the result of it made suho bite the inside of his cheek. he sighed, pulling you back into the room until he was hugging you into his chest. immediately, you gave in, the tug of exhaustion melting you tight into his touch. you didn’t hold him back, though— you just stood there, arms folded over your chest as you quietly sobbed.

“let me make things right. we don’t have much time and you know how good i am at speed running this…uh…balloon stuff.” he fumbled his words, scared at the glare you gave him but a low chuckled scratched your throat, breaking down your broken facade.

“if you’re late by even a minute i’ll slice your nose off,” you threatened, wiping away tears and snot with the back of your sleeve. suho made a horrified expression, covering his nose with both his hands in defense, turning away from you.

“yes, boss!” he saluted.

you smacked him on the back, urging him forward. he hurriedly grabbed his jacket, opening the door the leave.

for a short moment, suho stuck his head back into the party room to look at you— your arms still crossed over your chest while you tapped your foot on the ground impatiently. you raised a brow at him, looking down at the imaginary watch on your wrist, you tapped it. indicating that he needed to hurry. your tear stained face turning into something more demanding— a little sexy too.

“clocks ticking, suho.” you reminded, voice still monotone.

within a matter of seconds he was out the door and back with the right colour of balloons and your favorite drink in one hand. surprised, you took both items into your hands, looking at the now feeble looking man in front of you. he watched intently, waiting for you to yell and swear at him but instead you put the balloon and the drink on the table to stride over to him.

he closed his eyes, anticipating an angry outburst but instead he was caught by surprise when you kissed him on the nose, “if you can inflate all these balloons in the next 20 minutes, i will spare your nose and even…give you a kiss.”

no next words were needed, suho was on the ground with a balloon in his mouth, puffing out all the air he had his lungs into the blue piece of rubber. you watched, satisfied. sipping on your drink while leaning against the wall.

at last, he was done. suho managed to blow every single one of the balloons in the bag and even taped them on the wall, adding dolphin and shark stickers along with them. he turned towards you for approval every few minutes as you instructed him, sitting on a chair with your legs crossed.

he jumped off the ladder, showing off to you with a proud smile on his cheek. you nodded, impressed earning a ‘yes!’ from him.

“does this mean my nose is spared, boss?” he leaned closer.

“i think so…” you breathed, inching closer to kiss him on the lips.

“hey guys!” your friend’s voice interrupted the moment, causing you and suho to shoot your heads towards the door, looking up awkwardly.

“what a cock blocker.” suho muttered under his breath.

GOTAK:

the sound of sneakers squeaking and balls bouncing on the gymnasium floor echoed. your eyes stuck to gotak who had been training tirelessly for the last one week because his basketball team would play against a rival school. he had become serious since the announcement, isolating himself in the gym to workout.

no one bothered to tell him to take a break nor to take it easy. as his partner, you had to taken it upon yourself to bring him down. you could tell, he had been overworking himself.

the bags under his eyes dark and that familiar slump in his shoulders reserved for when he was tired. you had been watching him in the doorway of the gymnasium for the last ten minutes but gotak had been too engrossed in bouncing the ball and shooting it to notice you standing there.

you cleared your throat, calling out to him, “how’s practice?!”

he turned, sweat gleaming on his forehead, raven strands of hair sticking to it in pieces. he let out an exhausted huff, jogging over to you sloppily. if he pushed himself any longer, you were certain he would faint and not make it to the game.

“when did you get here?” he asked, placing his hands on his knees to catch his breath.

“ten minutes ago. you didn’t even notice me.” you teased, nudging him, he winced clearly weak.

“i gotta practice as much as i can. the upcoming game is an important one.” he said while wiping the sweat off his forehead with a towel he found on the floor.

“practice is great but so is getting enough rest. have you been sleeping okay?” you raised a brow stepping closer to him to observe his beaten-down face, “you look like a zombie, go.”

“i’m getting plenty of sleep,” he turned away, stretching his neck, “you don’t need to worry, i’m okay.”

as he was about to turn around to grab a ball from the ground, he groaned, an ache punching at his weak knee. he crouched down, slouching over to clutch on the area of pain. gotak hissed, cussing to himself as he forced himself back up. when he stood, his balance clearly seemed off, stumbling and not walking straight.

you couldn’t watch him like this anymore— grabbing him by the arm to give him support.

“you’re clearly not okay.” you complained, concern lacing your voice as you guided him to a wall he could lean against.

“it’s just a cramp. i’ll be fine.” he gently moved your hand away from his arm, but the masked pain in his eyes looked so clear you shook your head, gripping his arm.

“no. gotak. you are not.” you snapped sternly, “you’re over exerting yourself. you have been for the past one week and thats not good for you. have you seen yourself? you can’t even walk in a straight line, babe, you need to rest. please.”

“you don’t get it.” he muttered, turning his head to meet your gaze, “i have to work ten times harder than everybody else because i have this weak knee. i can’t waste a single second slacking off. so stop acting like you know what im going through because you don’t. and just let me be!”

“gotak…” gloom coated your voice so thick it sounded as if it were drowned out by all the other thoughts in gotak’s head that screamed at him to stop speaking anymore hurtful words.

his tongue worked faster than his mind, “and stop lecturing me about sleep and rest. i get plenty. it’s getting really annoying.”

“so caring for you is annoying now?” your voice cracked as you took a step back in utter disbelief and hurt.

“i didn’t—“ he sighed, putting a palm on his forehead.

“whatever. if you wanna keep pushing yourself so hard then go for it. i was worried about you but clearly that’s a crime now.” your voice sounded bitter like venom, pricking gotak’s skin till it burned him with guilt.

your hurt eyes made his heart jump out of his chest and he knew then, that he was wrong for lashing out on you.

“wait— baby, i didn’t mean it like that.” gotak called out as you started to walk away from him out the gym.

he followed, desperation so deep in his bones, the energy he had lost from practicing came right back.

he needed to apologize.

“y/n, wait!” he said grabbing your shoulder, tugging you till you turned to face him.

gotak’s heart broke; your face was soaked with tears. nostril flaring as you avoided looking into his eyes. you couldn’t stand him in the moment, it hurt too much.

“i’m so sorry. i was harsh for no reason.” he placed his hands on your shoulders, hoping it would hold you firm, but your gaze was away from him— somewhere far and distant.

“i know you’re worried about me and that means so much— fuck— I’m so sorry— i got mad because you’re right. i am exhausted and i haven’t gotten much sleep. i just— i just don’t wanna fall behind. my knee already makes it fucking hard for me already.”

a beat passed. then another. you blinked away your tears, sniffling quietly as you stared down at his knees and then up at his slumped shoulders. his throat bobbed in anticipation as he waited and waited for a response. scared you’d walk away.

“i know how hard it is to have a bad knee as an athlete and i know you feel left behind, gotak. but i know and you know more than i do that you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself.” you started, ignoring the lodge stuck in your throat.

you continued, “and you know what else i know? you’re a damn good player.”

“y-you think so?” his voice mellowed from desperate to sheepish, taking your compliment like a treat.

“i know so.” you nodded, “good players know their limits and know when to stop. right, hyuntak?”

“right, y/n.” he sighed, taking your hands into his, he lowered his head to kiss your knuckles and then each finger, one by one.

he didn’t stop until he kissed all ten fingers, pink blush bright on his flushed face. next, he kissed your wrists and then your palms, inhaling the scent of your hands with a kind of longing that a solider would have for their lover that they reunited after years of war. he leaned into your warmth, letting himself finally acknowledge his limits. you pet him on the head, running your hand down his jaw to kiss him on the cheek. moving closer, gotak rested his forehead on your shoulder, inhaling your scent with a hum. your fingers found the back of his head, scratching and massaging it— earning soft sighs from sweaty gotak who was glued to you.

“i forgive you.” you whispered, pulling away to lace your fingers with his clammy ones, “let’s go wash up and take a nap.”

“could we, maybe, cuddle?” he asked shyly, lazily following after you without protesting.

“we can.” you winked, pulling his arm over your shoulders.

JUNTAE

you rubbed your temple, exhausted from an excruciatingly long day at school. assigned cleaning duties, you had taken it upon yourself to clean the entire classroom as no one else in your group showed up on this very day. leaving you alone to do everything on your own.

you padded towards the couch where juntae sat comfortably, waiting for you to cuddle up into him.

“how was your day?” juntae asked, pulling you into a warm embrace.

you immediately melted in, squeezing your cheek against his chest, “exhausting. i could sleep for a week straight.”

“that bad?” he asked sheepishly, combing his fingers through your hair.

“mhm, no one in my group showed up and i had to do everything by myself,” you complained.

“couldn’t have been that bad…” juntae drawled, tracing circles on your back, unaware of the tenseness in your shoulders.

“i’m serious,” you groaned, “i had to move all the desks by myself and then sweep and mop the floor. after that, i had to clean all the windows and wipe the boards. i had to stay back until the janitor told me to go home.”

juntae smiled, not picking up on the fact that you were actually upset, “don’t you think you’re complaining too much, love?”

“complaining?” you shot up, rolling your eyes, “why don’t you try doing it after a long day?”

juntae immediately reacted, pulling you back into his arms with wide eyes, “i’m sorry, i’m sorry. i know it must’ve been hard.”

“hmph.” you whined, irritated at your boyfriend.

“let me give you a nice massage,” he proposed, hoping you wouldn’t turn him down with your bitter mood, “after that, i’ll make you whatever you want to eat.”

at that, you perked up with a smile on your face. juntae smiled back, relieved you weren’t too mad at him.

“so i get to sit back and do nothing, right?” you asked, getting up so that juntae could roll up his sleeves, readying himself to give you the greatest massage of your entire life.

“of course,” he said, pointing for you to lay on your stomach on the couch as he got up, “all you need to do is relax and close your eyes.”

“this is bad, juntae,” you mumbled against the couch, “i’m going to get way too used to this.”

“heh…i don’t mind,” he scratched his head with a shy grin.

that massage was so good you woke up the next morning feeling like a brand new person.

HUMIN

humin was running late to the plans he made with you for the entire day. you were to meetup in front of a supermarket early in the morning but he had missed his alarm.

he ran around the house with a toothbrush stuffed into his mouth, tripping over his trousers and scattered clothes. he looked at the watch and gasped, sprinting to the bathroom the spit out the watery toothpaste on the sink. with a loud smack, humin hit himself awake.

you waited, looking down at your phone to read the time every now and then. knowing humin, you were certain that he was running late. imagining him fumbling through his room like an idiot, you giggled to yourself shaking your head when two guys around your age approached you.

“hey, uh, could you please point us to where the bowling alley is?” one asked, hands in his pocket. although he looked intimidating he spoke gently with manners.

“yeah, so if you turn right from here, you just have to walk straight for a couple minutes and then you’ll see an underpass that goes through an alleyway. keep walking and turn left, you’ll see the bowling alley.” you instructed, using your hands to point in the directions they needed to take.

“is that the shortcut?” the other one asked, looking even more intimidating with a tall stature and deep voice but he smiled, easing away your nerves.

you nodded, “yeah, the other way takes like twenty minutes.”

“nice, thanks a ton.” the first guy spoke, tapping for his friend to start walking.

“thank you.” the other added, walking ahead.

they waved goodbye and you waved back smiling and nodding. your eyes trailed to a familiar figure approaching you from the side. it was humin, looking at you wide-eyed. gaze full of concern as he stomped towards you protectively. stepping between you and the two guys who were already out of your sight.

he grabbed your shoulder, touching your face, observing all over.

“are you okay? did they do something to you?!” humin asked breathlessly, touching your arms and tilting your head for any signs of injury.

you dodged him, stepping backwards, “what? no. i just gave them directions. why would they hurt me?”

“because!” he snapped, causing you to flinch, “those guys are from the union. i clearly told you to stay away from them.”

“how was i supposed to know? you hardly tell me anything about this ‘union’.” you shrugged, not bothered as much.

“you need to take this seriously. those guys are dangerous.” humin seethed, voice deep with frustration.

“take it easy, humin.” you waved your hands up and down for him to cool, “they were harmless.”

“no!” he yelled, you gaped dumbfounded at his outburst, “you have to do as i say!”

“don’t shout at me.” you warned, “you can’t expect me to be paranoid of every person in this neighborhood just because of some ‘union’ you won’t even tell me about.”

humin’s gaze lowered, realizing he was raising his voice at you. the fury in his eyes turned to regret as he looked at you. your expression thrown off and irritated.

“fuck,” he muttered under his breath, “i’m sorry, sweetheart, i didn’t mean to yell at you like that.”

you glared shards of ice at him, crossing your arms over your chest.

wilting like a flower, humin’s posture slumped in defeat. he came up closer, moping and staring at you puppy-eyed. begging for you to just look at him, but you jutted your jaw, looking elsewhere. petty as it was, you still were upset with him for acting out. all you did was help out someone but in return you got yelled at. it was supposed to be a fun date. you were supposed to be smiling, not frowning.

“baby, please, look at me.” humin tugged at your sleeve, hoping to meet your eyes.

“please? i’m sorry for yelling at you. i didn’t mean to get so heated.” he pleaded, his voice ending in a whine.

“don’t do that again,” finally, you looked at him, heart thudding the closer he came to your face.

“i won’t, i wont,” he whispered, leaning down mere centimeters from your face.

“good…” you answered breathily.

you closed your eyes, allowing him to softly kiss you on the lips. it lasted for a long, hungry moment— both of you just standing there in each other’s warmth. humin pulled away to rest his forehead on yours.

“i was just worried about you” he uttered, breath warm against your face.

“i know, humin.” you responded, “that means so much.”

he took your hands, pulling away, “and about the union…it’s a long story.”

“well…have all day.” you let him tangle his fingers with yours, starting to walk.

“okay so it started back in elementary school…”

he told you everything on your bus ride to the theme park, resting his head on your shoulders. much more clingier than usual. scared that you’d get mad and run away again. however, you listened intently. internally noting to be more careful when speaking to some of the guys in your area. now more aware of the union.

SEONGJE:

he promised you this wouldn’t happen again. you had held onto his pinky a little longer, hoping— praying he’d keep his promise. but he didn’t.

after a fight with some thugs, you made seongje promise not to hurt innocent, uninvolved people. and he was doing so good. barely getting into fights, barely getting into trouble. you were relieved that you wouldn’t have to worry about him getting caught up in fights anymore.

once again, you were left hurting and betrayed by seongje’s actions.

that hope was short lived— because now you were standing beside him in an alleyway, shocked and pressed up against a wall as he panted, staring down at a beat up guy on the ground. his lips were split at the corner, blood oozing from it. with bruised eyes, he stared up at seongje with horror in his eyes.

an animalistic glint lit up seongje’s eyes, a snarl leaving his lips, “what did i say about looking me in the eyes?”

the guy winced, trying to crawl away but seongje was in action— ready to kick him on the shoulder. you stopped him. stepping up with your hands out. you turned your head to mouth ‘run’ to the guy on the ground. hastily, he complied, lifting himself up, limping away as fast as he could out of danger. away from seongje.

you wanted to curl up into a ball and scream but you stood still, looking straight into the unimpressed gaze of your boyfriend who blankly stared at you.

“stay out of it, darling. i need to teach him a lesson.” he huffed, lightly pushing you aside.

you clutched his arm, dragging him back to you with a grumble, “that’s enough, seongje.”

mustering up the strength to speak, you swallowed hard before saying, “you broke your promise.”

seongje froze. the vivid memory of you laughing and intertwining your pinky with his flashing in his mind.

it had completely left his mind from the blurry anger that possessed him minutes prior when the rascal bumped into him and told him to watch where he was going. it wasn’t a big deal, really, but it struck a nerve. making seongje spin back to his violent urges, going straight for a punch on the nose of the guy who dared to look at him and tell him off.

no one, absolute, no one could tell him off.

and nothing was more dangerous than crossing lines with seongje when he was pissed off. he became unstoppable— sheer force in every movement, thrashing around mindlessly yet never missing a hit. he turned into a preying wolf.

even you, the one he would never ever hurt became scared.

seongje hated many things and one of the things he despised the most was seeing you upset. that frown on your lips and that glassy look in your eyes broke his heart into a million pieces. he could never forgive himself for being the reason for that.

especially not after he had vowed to never hurt another innocent person for your sake.

his heartbeat slowed for merely a second before it picked up— much faster than before when he was punching around. faster because the realization of what he had done dawned on him abruptly. there was not a single change in his expression, but his eyes— there was a slight waver. a glint of remorse pooling into his dark irises, darkening it deeper. a shade of guilt. his eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at his hands that were shaking and then up at you, who looked betrayed.

“shit.” he hissed to himself, needing a cigarette and for time to go back so that he could keep his knuckles in check.

i’ll do better this time he thought to himself let me go back in time. it was too late. you began slipping away from him, padding over to walk the opposite direction.

“y/n, come back.” he called out, jogging after you.

he had never sounded so desperate, you almost stopped in your tracks. stubborn, you kept on walking.

“i didn’t mean to break our promise.” he insisted, catching up, walking faster to stand in front of you.

“but you did.” you fumed, “and i don’t want to hear excuses. i’ve heard plenty before.”

“i promise…i wont break my promise again,” he continued, trying to grab hold of your hands only to get it smacked away.

deserved.

“so you could break it again?” you scoffed, pushing past him.

“baby, please.” a crackle in his voice made you freeze.

never had you heard him sound so defeated. the strings of your heart pulled at you— pulling you back to him. planting your feet where you were so he could hold you.

“if i give you another chance, you’re just gonna do it again.” a tear slipped past your eyes.

a flicker of sadness pulled at the corners of seongje’s mouth, forming a frown on his face. you had never seen him like this. looking so depleted and sad.

“i won’t go back to my words this time. i’ll never forgive myself. just, please, don’t walk away, y/n.” he spoke fast, so desperate you had to step closer to place a hand on his shoulder to hold him down, “you gave me so many chances, i know that. give me one last chance. and if i break it—“

the thought disturbed him so deeply it sickened him enough till fell silent. not letting his mind go there; to the thought of losing you forever.

“i won’t walk away.” you assured, voice dripping with gentle warmth. the one he always leaned into after a long day.

“then, you have to do something to make this right. i’ll give you one last chance.” you demanded, swiping the stray tear from your face.

“tell me and i’ll do it. anything.” he straightened up.

“go apologize to that guy.”

surely, it was a slap to his ego to do something like that but he knew he had to do this. he’s never had to apologize or lower himself for anyone but you humbled him so deeply he felt almost grateful for it.

seongje complied, going up to the guy to apologize and shake hands— even running to the nearby pharmacy to grab him some bandaids. you watched from afar, satisfied by his obedience and desperation. when he jogged up to your afterwards you hugged him, wrapping your arms around his neck so tightly he let out a choked breath while holding you back.

“please don’t break your promise again.” you mumbled into him.

“i won’t.” his voice came muffled and you knew he meant it.

BAEKJIN:

it was the third time this month where baekjin was late to a date. too focused on the union and its ongoings, he had completely left you in the dust, leaving you buried away in his mind. it felt like you were the least important thing in his life.

a tremor in your hands made you shakily put your phone back in your pockets. sighing, you watched your breath twirl away into the crisp air. dancing away like a ghost. baekjin did not receive your third call.

you were to meet up with him outside your favourite restaurant but an hour had passed in the cold and you were freezing. the effort you had put into your appearance and the excitement diminished by the seconds. a bitter taste laced your tongue in fear and trepidation.

was he in trouble? hurt?

with baekjin followed uncertainty and danger. leaving you to always worry. you knew he always won but it came instinctively, rooting from within. have some confidence in me he had once told you after a fight. however, you couldn’t swallow the anxiety bubbling in your stomach, making you nauseous.

frantic, you paced around, thumb in your mouth. ignoring the shiver running down your spine. you wondered if it was the cold or the anxiety.

your fingers and nose felt numb from the cold breeze blowing in the air, twirling your hair along. ducking, you tried to evade the wind. your teeth chattered, ears stinging as if they were frozen when something heavy weighed on your shoulders— warming you up.

shocked, you spun around to meet baekjin’s apologetic gaze as he wrapped his long coat around you. patting your shoulders down, then he stepped forward, snow crunching beneath his feet as he took off his scarf to wrap it around your neck. you indulged in the warmth, the anxious coil in your stomach turned into something within the lines of relief that he was okay and disappointment because he was always late.

you felt like a second choice.

“baekjin, you’re late again.” your voice muffled in the knitted scarf he had wrapped around you.

“i’m sorry. the boys took a while to arrive at the meeting spot so i had to wait.” he answered, grabbing— or trying to grab a hold of your hands.

you pulled away, stubbornly balling your fists in your pockets, “is the union more important than me? you’ve barely made time for me— time for us the past few months.”

it felt childish to complain and whine about this issue. deep down, you knew how important it was for baekjin to keep everything in order. his life was always on the line. one mistake, and he’d have to bear the consequences in ways you never wanted to imagine. a confusing swirl of emotions overwhelmed you as you thought over everything. from the dangers of baekjin’a job to the distance growing between you two.

you couldn’t take it anymore. a soft sob rumbled in your throat, making baekjin completely freeze in his tracks, sharp eyes taking in your damp face. any more second outside, your cheeks would freeze.

“y/n, you know that’s not true.” his hands came to brush hair away from your face, “you’re important to me and that’s why i have to make sure the union is doing good. i want to be with you. and to have that…i need to do everything.”

“but why can’t you make time for me?!” you blurted out, “i don’t remember the last time we sat down and ate together, let alone the last time i touched you!”

more tears fell from your face, blurring your vision. the look of guilt drawn all over baekjin’a face. his shoulders slouched, making him look less intimidating. his sharp eyes, softening. he hadn’t realized how deprived he was of you until he recalled the last time you had spent time together.

he hadn’t realized how badly he missed you until his body moved on its own, pulling you into an embrace.

with arms wrapping around you, baekjin grunted, so exhausted from everything, “i should have been more present. i didn’t realize how much time i lost with you because of everything.”

he held you tighter, chest pressing against yours as he stayed limp against your body. his tall stature curving into you. your hands creeped up his back, wearily hugging him back. you were upset, but more than that, you missed him. you missed your baekjin.

“i miss you, baekjin.” you mumbled into his chest, voice shaking as you cried into him, “i understand how your work is too. i don’t— i don’t wanna lose you to it.”

baekjin hushed you, trying to comfort the worries away like he always did. it lasted temporarily— that false sense of relief. the fear of losing him always lurked closer than you wanted it to.

“i missed you too.” he rubbed his thumb on your back, whispering to you, “i’ll do anything i can to be with you and make time for you.”

“and…” he pulled away, hands cupping your cheeks, “i won’t be late to another date.”

you were so lost in the moment, you didn’t realize that it started snowing. snowflakes stuck to baekjin’a gelled hair and lashes, making him look silly. a giggle erupted from within along with a sob. you sounded and probably looked insane. baekjin raised a brow but you hugged him again, not wanting to let go. not wanting to waste a single second.

he held you back instantly, staying silent. not another word was spoken for a long moment as you held each other under the snow storm. unbothered by the fact that you were practically covered in snow, looking like two snow monsters romancing out in the dark.

“it’s too cold, how are you not freezing?” you shivered, asking baekjin who was only his sweater as he sacrificed his coat and scarf for you.

“you’re keeping me warm like this.” he responded, sounding so sure and indifferent to the freezing cold.

“you look like a yeti,” you teased, breaking apart from the hug.

“you should see yourself.” a smile formed on his face making you gasp, offended at his remark.

“i’d say i’m a pretty good looking yeti.” you retorted, flaunting the frozen bits of your hair.

“that. i agree with.” he nodded, sounding serious as ever.

“let’s go inside and warm up, baekjin.” you tugged him towards the door of the restaurant.

“took us long enough.” he chuckled, letting you take lead, “i’ll really make it up to you when we go home.”

“how can you say that with a straight face?!” you made a face of concern, still laughing at his comment.

he shrugged, “when i say ill do something, i do it.”

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“banana flavoured air” - geum seongje x reader (fluff)

synopsis: here’s a random seongje scenario of you and him trying a banana flavoured vape. you have a crush on him. he knows it and he will tease you to death.…apologies in advance to those who enjoy banana flavoured vapes :p

warnings: gn reader, smoking, cursing, implied kissing, the mention of ass cracks brought up multiple times

you didn’t smoke much, never liked it. nicotine didn’t have the effect everyone always talked so highly about on you.

yes, you’ve smoked a couple times— trying out geek bars, drop vapes, and even cigarettes— none of it really appealed to you.

sure, the artificial sugary taste was momentarily pleasant but, in the long run, you just weren’t a smoker. neither did you discriminate those who did. when bored, you’d even take a puff or two from a friend for the short fun of tasting sweetness in your inhale. exhaling out its scent. plus, you even had favorite flavors. just never bothered to commit to it.

you even carried a lighter with you just incase someone around you needed a smoke. sometimes, a friend would offer you a cig— and sometimes you agreed. most times, however, you declined with a cheeky smile saying ‘i want my lungs healthy’ to tease them.

to you, the smell of cigarettes bought a sort of comfort that vapes didn’t. the smokey aroma carried a waft of nostalgia that you could never turn away from. you wondered to yourself that maybe— just maybe it was because it reminded you of someone you held closer than you wanted to— or should’ve.

someone you walked alongside even when uncertainty followed. a person who sought out danger and risk. like an addict, you found yourself going back to him.

geum seongje. and his signature scent of smoke and cheap cologne that every other guy wore. for you, it was different, it was appealing. unlike the cigarettes you strayed away from, seongje was something— someone you kept going back to.

seongje quickened his pace, looking at you with a look of question, “could you walk next to me instead of in front of me? makes me look like a creep following you around.”

“well, my bad,” you raised your hands into the air in surrender with a tone of mockery, smile wide across your face.

he walked ahead, turning around to blow smoke on your face with a shit-eating grin on his face, eyes full of playful glint. you waved the smoke away with a false look of irritation, rolling your eyes. he took a long inhale, holding his breath to let the nicotine travel into his lungs. then, slowly, methodically, he blew it out in short increments of time. keen eyes watching you observe in awe.

he noticed everything. from the way you shied away from his gaze, to the way you bit the inside of your cheeks to hide your lips from quivering. looking at you was as pleasant as smoking to seongje.

you turned away, not wanting him to notice you utterly enthralled by the act.

“you wanna try?” he asked, holding the half-smoked bud out to you.

you shook your head, pushing his hand away, “nah, i got something better.” you said, fiddling through your pockets to show him a banana flavored vape your friend had given you to hold onto for the weekend because they were out fishing with their parents.

“banana flavoured?” he quirked a brow in amusement, taking it from your hand to observe the yellow lines around it, “i bet it tastes like ass crack.”

“and you know what ass crack tastes like. gross.” you wretched, pointing a finger to your mouth to pretend you were throwing up.

at that he chuckled, “why? do you like it? didn’t know you smoked.”

“hmm, well, i smoke here and there. rarely.” you shrugged, “i haven’t tried this flavor, though.”

“want me to go first?” he offered, turning on the vape, “i prefer actual cigarettes but for you, i will.”

he winked. that god damn wink that sent you off the edge each time. you bit the inside of your cheek, heart fluttering in your chest upon hearing his offering.

“do it, then,” you motioned, urging him to take a hit.

he did so, a prolonged one, closing his eyes dramatically. then he coughed. once. twice. at the third, he burst into a fit of coughs. the look of disgust so evident on his face, you felt genuine concern.

“that. is. rancid.” he said cough by cough, pounding his chest.

he handed the vape to you, huffing and puffing like he emerged from water after drowning. you took it, observing the killer little machine in your hand.

then you took a hit. slow and steady. letting the air hit your lung and the flavor linger into your mouth.

a moment of deafening silence passed and you coughed. unlikes seongje, you went straight to gasping and choking for air, cussing out loud like a sailor. he watched, laughing and pointing a finger at you.

“this tastes like ass crack!” you shrieked, fanning yourself like a diva.

“i told you!” he laughed, clamping his palms together while shaking his head at the comedy before him, “now who’s saying it tastes like ass?”

“never-fucking-again.” you shook your head, shoving the vape in your pockets, “never.”

“should’ve just smoked the cig i offered…” he sighed, sounding heartbroken, “would’ve been an indirect kiss.”

“what?” you stopped in your tracks.

but seongje picked up his pace fast enough that you had to start jogging after him.

“hey! repeat what you just said!” you called after him, running out of breath.

“why don’t you catch me and find out!” he shouted back, jogging even faster, “or are you scared it’ll taste like ass crack?”

“ASSHOLE!” you yelped breathlessly, following behind with eagerness, “you’re making me go bananas!”

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[pushinpieta]

Hey! Can I request scenarios (any type) of WHC Boys with shy girly reader

Thankyou<3

“don’t shy away from me” - whc boys x reader fluff (scenarios)

synopsis: how weak hero class characters shows their feelings for shy fem reader. warnings: catcalling, minor violence, swearing, pls excuse the grammatical and spelling errors

a/n: thank you for the request. this was a lot of fun to write. hope you like it :p includes: sieun, suho, humin, gotak, seongje, baekjin, juntae

SIEUN:

it was a part of sieun’s routine to go to the library to study and revise. it was also his routine to see you on the farther end of the table do the same. after months of being strangers who shared a table without a word, sieun had grown rather fond of having someone to accompany him. whether you talked or not didn’t matter to him. he could tell right off the bat that you were shy and introverted. often keeping to yourself and keeping your eyes on the computer screen.

sometimes, if he’s lucky enough, he’d catch your eyes and even a small smile. acknowledging him. one thing stayed the same: you never spoke.

he didn’t know your name. you didn’t know his name. so, why did he feel concerned when you were absent? you were just strangers after all.

sieun found himself craning his head towards your designated spot only to see it deserted. that was unusual of you, you were always there. no matter the weather, no matter the time. you were always where sieun wanted you to be. across from him.

as time went on, sieun had developed feelings for you. a complete stranger. which was unexpected of him. he wasn’t the type to fall so easily but he had found a familiarity in you that brought him comfort. your sheepish smile and evasive eye contact had been his motivation to show up to the library. just being able to study together in silence without the need for small talk or exchanges felt refreshing to him. he enjoyed the silence, the only sound being the clacking of your fingers on the keyboard and the scribbles of his pen on paper. it was his routine. you were his routine.

tensed, sieun wracked his mind over the possibilities of why you were not there. he waited, hoping you were just late. the sun had set, darkening the sky outside. still no sign of you.

the library was to close soon and you weren’t there. you never came.

the next day came. sieun did the same thing as the day before. he waited for you till the very last hour. even waiting until the librarian came to kick him out. he didn’t know why he was doing this but he wouldn’t give up until he was able to see you again. until he was able to get his routine back.

the third day of your absence came and sieun finally began to grow anxious enough to pace around the area. he’d turn around at the sound of footsteps expecting it to be yours, only to be disappointed with the sight of strangers he wasn’t used to.

after a week had past, sieun began to lose his motivation to go to the library to study. what was the point if you weren’t there? but exams were soon so he dragged himself, planning to only stay for an hour or so.

that was until he heard light footsteps come up behind him. and then a raspy cough. one that came deep from the chest.

it was you.

sieun almost leaped out of his chair to ask you where you were but he stayed seated. waited like he always did for you to turn to him and smile in greetings. and when you did, his heart sank. bags under your eyes had darkened and hollowed, your lips looked pale and chapped, and you looked like you would pass out any moment. despite your exhausted exterior, you gave him a smile, a silent one.

and for the first time sieun gathered the courage to speak.

“haven’t seen you in a while.” he stated, looking down at his hands.

“ah, you noticed?” you answered quietly, voice weak from coughing.

“how could i not? we study on the same table every single day.” he said.

“that’s true,” you scratched your head, “i’ve been out with a cold the past week.”

and with that followed your comfortable silence. you went to your usual seat, pulled out your laptop, coughed a little more and started working. sieun couldn’t help but notice the discomfort in your face. he stood up and left the library.

after about 20 minutes, you began to wonder where he disappeared off to, leaving his stuff behind. you didn’t have his contact information let alone his name.

“hey…” his voice came, breathless.

the sound of a bag rustling caused you to jerk your head towards his voice. sieun carried a bag in his hand. the blue logo of the local pharmacy giving away where he was gone off too the last few minutes.

“i noticed that you were coughing so i bought you some cough drops and this heating pad and…” he fiddled through the bag to show you what he got, “and this ibuprofen. also, i don’t know what you like but i got dark chocolate, it’s good for you.”

“oh uhm—“ you take the bag from his hands, baffled beyond belief.

“looks like you forgot water too. here, take this” he placed a bottle of water on the table by your laptop.

“you don’t even know my name and you went out to do all this for me?” you raised your brow, ignoring the cough bubbling in your chest.

“i don’t need to know your name to care.” he replied, opening the bottle for you as it was screwed too tight and you were out of strength.

“thank you…” you answered with a scratchy voice, “d-do you want to sit next to me?”

sieun got caught by surprise at your proposal but he silently agreed, grabbing his stationary and books, pushing the chair out to sit right next to you.

“my names yeon sieun.” he introduced while sitting himself down, “what’s yours?”

SUHO:

suho often visited the boxing ring to exercise before work. he had very less time to fit in to workout in his schedule but he always ended up there. mainly because you were there.

you were quiet, very shy, and extremely cute. a part timer that stuck around cleaning up the place, replacing toilet paper, handing our water bottles silently. you were a complete mystery to him. he only knew your name and that was only because he heard your manager call for you once. it took him only that one time to have your name memorized and recited in his head over and over.

you rarely spoke to anyone in gym. only watching with curious eyes. sometimes you’d get engrossed in a match with a slight smile on your face. that would never go missed by suho.

he was head over heels, love struck, and frankly desperate in love with you. every part of you from head to toe was his type. he was determined to woo you.

there was obstacle and that was how shy you were. you often avoided eye contact with him, ducking past him to evade his greetings and his attempt at small talk, even leaving the workout area so that you wouldn’t have to speak to anyone. if he greeted you, you’d only smile or nod, never making proper eye contact.

he recalled to himself that he’d never heard your voice yet. that would change soon. suho had a plan to leave the gym with your phone number.

he was absolutely certain he’d be able to pull it off. how could you say no to his handsome face? he hyped himself up in the mirror before walking over to the gym.

luck seemed to be on his side this very day. his eyes landed on you, watering some plants at the front desk area of the boxing club. you were crouched down, deep in concentration. at first, you hadn’t noticed that he was standing there watching you until he cleared his throat.

“hey,” he waved, sounding confident, “i see you’re, uh, watering the plants. i wondered who kept them so well cared for. looks like it was you all along.”

you looked around feeling flustered by the fact that he was speaking to you while standing so close. it felt almost impossible for you to form a response. you couldn’t even look him in the eyes without looking away.

“t-thanks.” you answered curtly, turning away to the office, hoping to escape embarrassing yourself.

“wait!” he called out, stopping you from taking another step.

“i’m ahn suho,” he answered, chuckling awkwardly to thin out the tension between you two, “i know your name. it’s y/n, right?”

your eyes widened and your eyebrows raised, surprised and almost touched that he knew your name. you nodded, hands slightly trembling. you stepped back a little but suho followed.

“i see you looking at me sometimes,” he started, your face dropped in shame, you were ready to walk out but suho put his hands out in defense, “n-not that i mind!”

then he continued, “i look at you too. you’re very beautiful and totally my type…which brings me to my question…do you wanna go out with me?”

you turned and ran. leaving the boy dumbfounded and defeated. he looked down heartbroken, not calling out to you. despite the slight humiliation, he walked towards the punching bag, hoping it would get his mind off of the rejection he just experienced.

he was focused on searching his bag for his gloves, unaware of the fact that you came up behind him with a bottle of cold water in your hand and a pink sticky note stuck to it.

he looked up, blush evident on his face. watching you crouch down next to him to hand the bottle with a shy smile on your face. the apples of your cheeks rose up making you all the more beautiful. suho was practically drooling, but he steadied himself.

“here. have some water.” you spoke, voice soft, “and about what you asked earlier. i’d like that.”

with that, you got up and trodded away to wherever. suho took the bottle in his hand, mouth slack in shock. the pink sticky note had your phone number written neatly and a heart next to your name.

he fell on his bum with a loud thud, earning concerned stares from the others in the room. feeling prideful and excited, he started laughing to himself like an idiot, ignoring the fact that people probably thought he had gone mad.

he was just a boy in love after all.

HUMIN:

humin had a crush on you for as long as he could remember. he thought he was good at hiding it but his friends were quick to pick up on it, teasing him every time you walked by or turning to give him looks when your name was called out during attendance. everyone thought of him as a hopeless idiot with an even more hopeless crush.

that was because you rarely ever spoke. too shy and too reserved. timid and observing eyes silently watching the world ahead.

the very few times humin had ever heard you speak was when you were with your small group of friends during lunch. giggling quietly with your hand covering your mouth and eyes to the ground. in his eyes you were like a fairy, glowing and twinkling with sparkly dust following you everywhere you went.

amidst your quiet and withdrawn personality, you seemed to always have one or two or a million guys woo over you. often getting asked out or finding love letter tucked inside your desk and even getting serenaded outside of the school. humin disliked how he had competition. even when you rejected every single person, he felt unreasonably self conscious and jealous.

however he had an upper hand. you had known him since elementary school. the years of seeing each other had warmed you up to him. not enough to have you strike up a conversation but enough to smile and wave at him every now and then when you ran into each other in the hallways.

impatience was all he felt. valentine’s day was nearing and he knew that your locker would be stuffed with anything but his confession. and he wanted to change that.

your house was a block before his so he walked behind you almost everyday. of course, he kept a distance to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable. today, however, he had to stay back to clean the classroom as he was part of the cleaning duties for the week.

after dismissal, he ran home, hoping he’d see you and confirm that you got home safe. something stopped him in his tracks. the sound of laughter came from the alleyway that you both always walked down towards your homes.

from afar, humin was able to spot three guys crowding you against a wall. you looked visibly upset and uncomfortable, arms crossed over your chest. anger knocked him over causing him to shuffled towards the commotion with his brows knitted and his nose flaring.

“cmon, pretty, let’s have some fun,” a deep voice came from the trio of guys.

“yeah! come one, we’ll show you a real good time!” the other joined, moving a strand of your hair behind your ears.

you flinched away, “i don’t want to.”

“stop playing hard to get—“ the third was about to touch your face but a harsh kick to his back caused him to topple over and fall on his face with a loud shriek.

you watched as humin appeared behind the thugs. eyes full of rage and fight as he glared at every single one of them. for a split second, his cold gaze warmed when it met yours.

“you bastards are just ugly.” humin snarled, cracking his neck with confidence.

“who the hell are you?!” the one on the ground groaned in pain, clutching his hips.

“i’m her boyfriend.” humin puffed his chest with pride, “you okay…baby?” the pet name rolled off his tongue hesitantly, causing butterflies in his stomach.

you nodded anxiously, stepping over the guy in the ground to stand next to humin. he turned to you with a wide grin of assurance, giving you a thumbs up. the remaining two watched in horror.

he lowered his head to your ears to whisper, “is it okay if i hold your hands?”

“y-yeah.” you agreed, shyly lacing your smaller fingers with his larger ones.

his hands were tough yet held a warmth that eased your pounding heartbeat. he thanked you silently before turning his attention back on the guys.

“you pricks better leave my girl alone. do you understand?” he declared, showcasing you holding hands “or you’ll end up like your friend.”

he nodded towards the coward still whimpering like a dog on the ground.

they all scattered like mice, leaving you alone with humin in the alleyway. for a moment, humin didn’t speak, watching them fully disappear to finally speak to you.

“you okay?” he asked, not letting go of your hands.

“i am.” you answered, “thank you, humin.”

“i—uh—uhm—“ he stuttered, scratching his head shyly, “y-you’re welcome! anytime!”

you giggled, watching him stutter and squeak. you tightened your grip on his hand, making him fall silent. his heart beat out of his chest.

“could you, maybe, walk me home?” you asked, swaying your hands up and down in the air like a child.

“of course,” he nodded, voice more manly and confident, “if it’s okay with you, i could walk you home everyday…we do live close.”

“really?” you asked, “that would be great.”

“y-yeah, it would.” he smiled, “would you let me hold your hand like this everyday then?”

“yeah.” you smiled, “of course.”

GOTAK

as classmates you had rarely spoken to gotak even though you sat right behind him. that was because he found you intimidating. you kept to yourself most of the time, keeping quiet in conversations. always listening and watching but rarely speaking. you had a small group of friends but you were the quietest, walking along with them silently. to others, you stood out the least due to your unnoticeable presence but to gotak, you shone the brightest.

your mellow presence had an unusual appeal. you were like a mysterious creature lurking around. he was attracted to it.

in contrast, gotak was outgoing. he had many friends and he played for the school’s basketball team which gave him some popularity. he carried conversations and lit up every room he entered.

gotak had the ability to start a conversation with anyone. he lacked fear in going up to people or asking questions in class. for some strange reason, he found himself feeling shy when it came to talking to you.

you were just so intimidating. perhaps even unapproachable. a thick veil wrapped around you everywhere you went.

or that was what he thought.

he was walking to the supermarket to run errands for his mother one day when he saw you outside laughing and talking with an elderly grandma who had a hunched back. she seemed to struggle with her load of groceries and you insisted with the widest smile to help out, offering your arm for her to hold onto as you took the bags from her hands into yours.

he watched, astonished. eyes twinkling like a cartoon character who just discovered treasure. stepping closer, he eavesdropped.

“young lady, you are too kind.” the old woman stated, patting you on the arm.

“it’s nothing. plus your house is right down the street, isn’t it?” you asked, pointing towards the direction.

“yes, dear,” she nodded, “but don’t you have errands to run at the store?”

“i’ll just come back after i drop off your groceries, don’t you worry!” you assured, slowing your pace to match the elderly woman.

gotak’s heart warmed. he no longer felt intimidated by you. he accepted that it wasn’t so bad that you were shy and quiet because above everything, you were kind and you did everything genuinely. you looked out for those around you and you listened intently, remembering everything.

after witnessing that, gotak was certain he had developed feelings for you. not only were you secretly his type, stealing his attention from others. but you were also sweet, just how he liked.

he would break the silence between you and him.

once you helped the nice old lady drop off her groceries at her home, you returned to the supermarket. you panted, out of breath from jogging all the way there, resting your hands on your knees to catch your breath. you looked up, freezing when you made eye contact with your classmate gotak. he looked handsome as ever, clad in his signature blue hoodie. he waved awkwardly, stepping closer.

“hey, what’re you up to?” he asked, feet pointed towards you.

“i came here to run some errands.” you answered, straightening up, “you?”

“same here.” he answered, the silence a little awkward, “i saw you help that elderly woman earlier. i’ve never seen you smile like that in school.”

“oh— you saw that?” you scratched the back of your neck shyly, feeling embarrassed that he saw you.

“yeah, that was…really sweet.” he replied, walking even closer.

you looked up at him, feeling shyness creep all over, threatening you to runaway from him. you ignored it, meeting his gaze.

“i just did what i thought was right.” you shrugged, “well, what are you here to get?”

“my mom sent me a list of items i have no idea where to find…” he groaned, tapping his phone screen to show you the text with a long list of things he had to buy.

“if you don’t mind, i could help you.” you offered, pointing to the entrance of the store.

“only if you let me buy you dinner after.” he blurted out, pink creeping up on his cheeks. he turned away to hide the colour on his face, so embarrassingly bright.

you giggled, covering your mouth, “this is the first time you speak to me and you’re already asking me out?”

“uh well, yknow i’m just shooting my shot—“

“sounds like a deal, gotak.” you grabbed his arm, dragging him into the market excitedly.

he followed along with a big smile spread across his face. you didn’t seem so shy and intimidating now. you seemed sweet and he’d let himself indulge until his teeth began to rot.

SEONGJE

seongje was insufferable. he sat in the back of the class with his group of followers who caused nothing but chaos. the teacher had given up on them farther into the semester.

the people surrounding seongje were loud. obnoxious, even. irritating everyone around them with their laughter and idiocy. but seongje never contributed to the commotion, he leaned back with a smug expression on his face, watching the disaster he had orchestrated unfold before him.

unfortunately for you, you sat right near his group of lackeys. desks cluttered towards each other in odd angles, ruining the straight harmony of space. it was hard for anyone to walk by nor get to their seats. you dreaded every single day before stepping through the sliding doors of your classroom. what you dreaded even more was walking past seongje’s lingering gaze. how could someone handsome look at you?

seongje always watched you with sly eyes, following the way you swiftly walked past him as fast as you could. always avoiding his eyes. he found it so adorable how shy you were, hopping by like a little bunny. as more days of silently taunting you passed, he came to reluctantly accept that maybe, just maybe, he had a little crush on you and wanted your attention.

he had never spoken to you before but he knew his presence intimidated you. his domineering aura causing you to shrink away every time he came close. there were many instances where he tried to talk to you— like the time he asked you to pass him a beaker during biology lab or that one time when he was speaking to himself about the weather being shit, hoping you’d join.

you never once replied nor even looked him in the eyes. if he caught your gaze even for a shortest of moments, you’d turn away, occupying yourself with something as an excuse to avoid him. he had to find a way to snatch you up like a wolf.

you were much too shy, much too put-off.

the teacher smacked a ruler against the chalk board to gain attention from the students.

“alright, at the begging of the semester i mentioned a project, do you guys remember?” the teachers asked.

“yes.” the whole class groaned in unison.

“sound a little more excited, will you?” the teacher chuckled, “for this project you’ll need to find a partner. but here’s the catch, it can’t be anyone you sit next to or your friends. i’ll call on each of you and ask you to pick one random person. got it?”

even more groans followed.

seongje looked up to see you all tensed up. poor you. he would make use of this golden opportunity to chomp you up.

he waited like never before for his name to get called out before yours. yes! he almost stood up and pointed and laughed at you but he held back. grinning instead.

“geum seongje. pick your partner. can’t be anyone of your buddies.” the teacher scribbled seongje’s name on the board with chalk as neatly as possible.

“i choose y/n.” he answered curtly, leaning against his chair casually.

you turned your head towards him in horror. he only smirked in response. shooting you a taunting wave.

once everyone sat themselves next to their partners, seongje shuffled over to you, dropping himself down on the chair of the empty desk next to yours.

“hello, partner.” he leaned closer to you.

up close, seongje was even more handsome. everyone in the school knew he was hot but dangerous. rumors of him being a thug spread like wildfire, reaching even to you, someone who hardly spoke, too shy, too timid. which was why you mainly avoided him, scared he’d target you due to your sheepish nature.

you couldn’t help but look at him when he wasn’t looking. stealing longer glances his way. observing his large hands, or the way his long lashes casted a pretty shade over his eyes— then, his pinkish lips.

you slapped yourself back to reality, clearing your throat, “if you’re assuming i’m smart because i’m quiet, i’m here to assure you i’m not.”

“what’s with the self deprecation?” he raised a brow, “i picked you because i thought it would be fun.”

“fun?” you asked, scooting backwards, feeling him get too near.

“mhm…” he drawled, clicking a pen to write his phone number on your notebook, “thought we’d exchange contact info…we’ll need it, yeah?”

“yeah…” you slid your notebook closer.

a month of being partners had passed. neither of you came to an agreement for anything in the project. seongje constantly picked on you although as a joke, you still found yourself dreading and desiring each meeting with him. your feelings had gone complicated yet curious.

you had grown comfortable enough to disagree and argue with him and that made seongje all the more attracted to you. he found you amusing. the shy girl in his classes yelling at him when left alone.

“seongje, this isn’t working out. none of our ideas are aligning…at all.” you rubbed your temple with a frustrated sigh.

“i don’t see the problem. banter is good.” he shrugged, adjusting his glasses.

“you haven’t agreed with a single thing i’ve proposed.” you replied.

“neither have you, you don’t see me complaining.” he smirked.

“you’re frustrating me.” you said, rolling your eyes at him.

“you’re cute when you’re mad.” he complimented.

you paused, caught off guard, “what?”

“i’m serious you’re cute.” he clasped his palms together, leaning closer to you, “fine, i’ll agree with your ideas but then you have to do me a favor.”

you quirked your brow in confusion and curiosity, “what favor?”

“you have to be my girlfriend.” he suggested nonchalantly.

your mouth parted. words knocked out of your tongue. you took a breath as if to speak but stopped.

“i-is this a joke?” you questioned.

“no. i want you to be my girlfriend.” he answered, leaning closer.

the smell of cigarette dulling out any rationality left in you. he leaned closer, eyes not leaving his for an answer. he seemed genuine and yet so casual about it.

“if i say yes, will you do whatever i say?” you eyed him, waiting for a slip but he turned to you and nodded, confident in himself.

“whatever you say, pretty.” his gaze not leaving yours, “whatever.”

“okay then.” you huffed, “but if you piss me off i’ll— i’ll dump you!”

“woah, she’s strict.” he chuckled.

BAEKJIN

your weekends for the past month had been spent in an orphanage with kids. it wasn’t out of choice at first because you were shy and preferred to keep to yourself but as time went on and you warmed up to the youngins, you started to enjoy your weekends at the orphanage. everyone loved you.

during the fall semester you weren’t able to meet your volunteering hours because you were too shy to join anything and so, the teacher had signed you up to help out the orphanage. in the beginning, you were too nervous to work with younger kids, scared they’d overwhelm you, but through words of motivation from your teacher and the caregivers at the orphanage, you were able to feel comfortable speaking up and spending time with larger groups of people. you were to spend the rest of the semester volunteering there to meet your required hours.

it was a rainy saturday afternoon and you had instructed the kids to paint their favorite fruit on canvases using watercolor while you paced around and gave them tips and tricks. you were still shy, a person of less words, but when anyone approached you, you tried your best to help or keep a conversation flowing.

your attention was glued onto a painting of bananas a little boy was painting until you absentmindedly looked up to meet eyes with a familiar face. na baekjin. your classmate.

he stood across the room, watching you.

he had always known you as the shy girl who sat at the front of the class. and the only interaction he ever had with you was one time when he was walking down an underpass after a fight with some older guys while being all bruised up. you jogged up to him, silently handing him a handful of hot pink hello-kitty bandaids before turning to walk away without a question or a word. he appreciated the fact that you didn’t bombard him with questions like any other person would.

with time, he had found comfort in your silent understanding. you didn’t cower away from him like the others in your class. just treated him like everyone, acknowledging him, but not approaching him.

he was okay with it because he respected the fact that you were shy and liked to keep to yourself. sometimes, however, he day dreamed about how it feel to speak to you. he hoped it would come naturally.

baekjin walked closer, greeting the kids who were focused on painting. then he approached you. he wasn’t in his usual slicked-back hairstyle or school uniform. instead, he had his hair down, clad in a black hoodie and sweatpants. looking more laid back. this was a version of baekjin you never saw or expected. he seemed warm and almost vulnerable.

“what are you doing here?” he asked, voice low.

“i volunteer on the weekends.” you answered, not meaning to sound so curt and uninterested, you bit the inside of your cheek.

as if baekjin understood, he nodded, “aren’t you gonna ask what i’m doing here?”

“i’m good at minding my own business,” you said while placing a paint brush down, “but if you want, you can tell me.”

baekjin chuckled, looking down, “i actually grew up here. so, i try to come every month to see how everyone’s doing.”

you bit your bottom lip to hide the expression of pity taking over your features. you had no clue baekjin was an orphan. always assuming that he came from an extremely rich household just because of the way carried himself. guilt hurtled towards you.

“i— i didn’t know that.” you finally spoke, turning away him his gaze.

“no one does.” he added, leaving you silent.

silence stretched between you as you helped the kids. while baekjin sat down on a bench, observing from afar with a soft glint in his eyes.

you came to sit next to him, handing him a sandwich wrapped in paper. he took it. a sigh escaped your lips.

“i made some sandwiches for the kids to have…thought i’d make an extra one for you to have.” you started.

“i appreciate it.” he thanked, “also i appreciate you giving me those cat bandaids a while ago.”

“y-you remember?” he nodded, showing you the bandaid wrapped around his pointer finger.

he went silent.

“do you only come once a month?” you broke the silence.

“yeah.” he nodded, “why?”

“the kids love you. you should come more often.” you disclosed, “and…it’s nice to talk to a familiar face.”

“i feel the same.” baekjin whispered, tone warming you up “i guess i could make more time.”

“then, will you come next weekend?” you perked up, excitement showing.

a smile plastered on his face seeing your reaction.

“i will…only if you’re there.” he indicated.

you hid a shy smile, turning the other way to hide your flustered face.

“i’ll be there.”

JUNTAE

juntae’s crush for you developed each day he saw you. yet the silence between you had left him hopeless. all he wanted to do was talk to you and get to know you.

he only knew you as his neighbor who went to a different school, wearing a different colored uniform. each morning, you exchanged shy greetings, walking opposite directions. each evening, you retired with a tired wave to him. and each day, you looked beautiful no matter your mood.

his feelings for you were so obvious, even his mother had teased him about it. urging him to send food over to your place when you were sick, only to have someone else open the door.

disappointed, juntae paced around his room, scheming and dreaming of how he’d make a move on you.

he came to nothing. you were shy but he was shy-er. there was not one interaction he thought of that would play out the way he wanted it too.

one rainy afternoon, your umbrella flipped inside out on your way home, and as you struggled to wrangle it upright in the wind, the door next to yours creaked open. juntae’s head popped up, large beady eyes taking in your drenched appearance.

juntae peeked out. “you’re… soaked.”

you blinked at him, water dripping off your nose. “I—i noticed.”

his eyes widened like he didn’t expect you to respond, and for a second, you thought he might just shut the door again out of pure panic. but instead, he disappeared inside—only to return seconds later holding a towel. he held it out to you with both hands, like it’s the most important peace offering in the world.

“thanks,” you said shyly, smiling as you took it.

he swallowed hard. “I, um… I also made too many hotteok. I was gonna freeze them but… do you want some?”

you were halfway through drying your hair when you glanced up at him. “uh…only if I get to help make them.”

he blinked. once. twice. “you… want to?”

“sure,” you said, looking side-to-side sheepishly. “sounds fun.”

he hadn’t expected you to agree so easily. relief and excitement washed over him.

juntae fumbled with the doorknob, muttering something like “o-okay, wait, I’ll bring the good pan,” before disappearing into the apartment again.

that evening, you sat cross-legged on his kitchen floor as he tried not to burn the syrup filling, and he was so flustered— every time your hands brushed that he nearly forgot to flip the pancake. too lost and too immersed in the way you sat so close to him, coy eyes watching him move so skillfully.

right before you left —full, warm, and still a little damp from the rain—he hesitated in the doorway. fiddling with his fingers. reciting in his head what he had been wanting to ask you since the day you moved in.

“I was wondering,” he started softly, looking down at his socks. “If maybe, you’d wanna go out sometime. like… not just next-door-neighbor hangouts. but, um. a date?”

you tilted your head, heart thudding. “r-really?.”

he looked up at you, eyes wide. nodding like a kid getting offered free candy.

you turned away awkwardly, scratching your arm, “I’d love to.” before bolting back to your apartment to giggle in excitement.

he could hear you through the thin wall.

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the weak hero fandom is lacking in baekjin fanfics. i desperately need baekjin fanfics. he’s such a nuanced character with a tragic backstory. please whc writers feed us. feed the very few baekjin fans.

[pushinpieta]

“Tethered by Violence” - Geum Seongje x Reader

synopsis: this is the prologue for “bruises between us”. we get a look into how seongje and y/n came together + their tension from the beginning :3

warnings: she/her pronouns for reader, violence, injuries, smoking, bleeding, swearing, bullying, catcalling, masochism, blackmailing, fluff (kinda), 5k words

The entrance banner hung between two brick pillars at the front gates of the school read:

“Welcome to Ganghak High, a Community Filled With Peace and Prosperity”

You pursed your lips, scoffing to yourself at the falsehood of the words printed so vividly above you. Everytime Ganghak High was brought up, voices grew hushed, careful as if they were being watched. The rumours of gang activity had circulated around the neighborhood like a warning not to mess with those who ruled the school. 

The weak were eaten alive. The powerful triumphed, stepping over what got in their way. And then there was the in-betweens, often overlooked. Passed with mere mercy.

Those who were vulnerable suffered without the support of adults or even the closest of friends. No one wanted to get involved nor throw themselves in the frontlines. The world worked in twisted ways like that. 

Even when it bothered you, you ignored it, moving along with your head low as if you were nothing as well. Taking on the pathetic role of a bystander just as you had conditioned yourself. 

That was exactly what you wanted to be, though; the in-between. The overlooked. You wanted to spend the remainder of your high school years quietly, without trouble, just as you had promised yourself the day you got expelled from your previous school.

You recalled all the times you let things slide at your old school; ignoring aggressive remarks and hushed whispers slandering your name, and even the subtle violence. You had overlooked it with an aloof smile on your face, feigning ignorance for so agonizingly long. In the midst of it, you lost sight of yourself. Suddenly, It all had rushed back to you, pressing down on all the memories that made you clench your fists tightly till you bled through the crescent marks on your palm.

The violent urge that you had buried had gotten resurrected from its grave on the day of your dismissal from your previous school. There was a guy who had been bothering you since the beginning of the year, constantly causing disturbance in the little peace you achieved. He even went as far as getting your close friends involved. The tight coil of patience you had harnessed inside of you slowly began to snap each day.

Then the day came when you unleashed your fury. He laid flat on the cement floor crippled up by your knuckles and knees. You had lured him in after school using a fake love letter. He was easy. After months of ignoring his bullying towards you and your friends, you had had enough. Finally releasing your raw anger out on him with violence.

Everything at the time was a blur. It still continued to be a blur— a haze and a distant memory. All you remembered was the school security guard holding you back from hitting your victim any further and the red and blue flashing lights of the cop cars rolling in behind you. The remaining moments tumbled in with events of getting cuffed and thrown to the back of the police vehicle and driven to the station for hours of questioning. Then came your guardians fighting in the frontlines to defend you and buy the silence of the victim’s parents. 

In the end, you had accepted your punishment and agreed to move away from the neighborhood and never be within a ten meter radius of your bully. Your name had painted the school’s reputation red, making it impossible for even your friends to see you the same. Yet, even after everything, you felt nothing. No regret, no shame. Rather, you felt relieved because you no longer sucked up to anyone and you made it very clear to the other schools in your area.

And then this, a drastic change in your life. You had moved homes and now transferred to Ganghak High with a silent promise to yourself and those whom you cared for. A strong determination to behave and keep your knuckles in check.

 Written on a piece of paper taped to your bedroom door were your three main rules for the rest of high school.

Don’t fight anyone

DON’T FIGHT ANYONE

dOn’T fIgHt AnYoNe

You would follow it no matter what.

 No matter what enemies you might make even in the unknown hallways of Ganghak. You’d take it all and keep it in like you always did. Even if it hurt you physically. You’d keep quiet for your own sake. 

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ☆ ★ ✮ ★

“Sit down everyone,” The new homeroom teacher with round gold-frame glasses shouted, silencing the classroom with one hand, “Today we have a transfer student.”

He turned to you in assurance, giving you the space to introduce yourself. You straightened your back, etching a smile on your face as you looked up from your hands to face the curious eyes of your soon-to-be classmates. Some looked friendly while the others…not so much. Your eyes had drifted to the very last row by the window where a boy with brown hair and half-rimmed glasses looked outside instead of at you. He looked bored and unimpressed, hiding a yawn with the back of his head as he stretched comfortably in his seat to lean back. He gazed up at you after some time. You froze upon locking eyes with his cat-like gaze, curious yet so unbothered. 

You wanted to scoff and call him out but you cleared your throat, “My name is _______. It’s nice to meet you all. I hope we all get along!”

The room bursted with applause and welcoming words. You relaxed yourself, the anxiety wearing off. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. 

“Just so you guys know, ______, here had top grades in her school so you all better learn from her.” Your homeroom teacher said, patting you on the shoulder, “You can sit on the middle row on that empty seat over there.” 

It was the row right across the unfazed guy. And right next to where he was sitting. He wasn’t your desk mate but he was an arms length away, only space to walk between you and him. He was just close enough to see the fine lines of his features and the reflection of sunlight bounce off the nickel of his glasses. From up close you were able to notice the length of his lashes and the way his jaws clenched and unclenched as if he were pondering about something that bothered him. In contrast to his demeanor, his posture was relaxed, laid back as if he owned the entire place. 

You couldn’t deny from the solid fact that he was attractive. A type of attractive that was dangerous. To your surprise, his eyes turned to yours. His gaze seemed as if it were a gift sent from the devil. A dark cloud of mischief and sadistic curiosity bore through you as he hit you with a smirk. Acting aloof, looked away acting like you saw nothing.

Act nice and unaware your own voice echoed through your head, shifting your attention towards the person actually sitting next to you.

Your desk partner was a nice-looking girl with a bob cut and pink-framed glasses. Her round face and pouty lips gave up an expression of what looked like relief. She turned to you with a toothy grin. 

“You have no idea how glad I am to have you as my partner!” She took your hand, shaking it up and down with much force your entire body moved along with hers. 

“Me?” You scratched your head with an awkward smile.

“Yes you!” Her squeaking voice lowered as she bought herself closer, ducking her head as she whispered, “I didn’t want to be sitting right across Geum Seongje all alone for the rest of this semester.”

Geum Seongje? 

Ahh, it just be that guy you were watching just a few moments ago. Something about him intimidated the others around him. A sort of authority hung around him, making everyone cower away. Even the teacher seemed to ignore him. Afraid if he called him out, something dark would befall him. What was with this guy?

 You made a note to yourself to avoid him as much as you could although your seat proved difficult.

“Sorry, that was rude. I’m not just glad that you’ll be sitting between me and him but I’m also glad that I have a new friend!” She placed a hand on your shoulder with a smile.

“It’s okay, I look forward to getting to know you,” You replied, “Your name was?” 

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A month flew by like a bird migrating somewhere warm for the winter season. Green leaves turned brown and orange, welcoming the chilly autumn weather. Just like the leaves covering the ground below you, you had managed to hide the truth behind why you transferred to Ganghak from those around you. Gossip of your misdeed still lingered according to your old friends, but you kept silent, pretending as if nothing ever happened. Creating a new identity.

 Your breath fogged in the air, flying away like a ghost with every exhale you took. Crisp morning air stung your cheeks as you walked through the tunnel that lead to school. Everyone had advised you not to take the path but you refused to walk any longer than you needed to just because some thugs decided to colonize the entire area. It became your routine to ignore the cat-calling and preying eyes every morning and afternoon.

“Lookin’ good as usual!” A boy with a buzzcut and eyebrow piercing called out from within his pack of other teenage boys reeking of testosterone and fruit-flavoured vapes. They were all seated on the ground at the edge of the sidewalk.

At first, you hated having to walk past the group huddled around every corner of the tunnel but soon, you grew accustomed to it. Adopting it as your routine. Withholding that anger tightening like a rope inside of you. 

“Thanks!” You answered, giving him a brief glance.

Your eyes accidentally trailed towards his friend sitting next to him. Your gaze traveled farther, reaching Geum Seongje. Surprise and question tinged you; Seongje never hung out around the tunnel— not at least for the last month of you walking through here. What was he doing here?

 He blew smoke out through pursed lips into the air, looking at you through his glasses that fell below the bridge of his nose. Seongje was the only one with an actual cigarette. The smell of smoke overpowered the smell of artificial sweetness just as his presence dominated those around him. He adjusted it with one finger, gliding it up with a grin on his face as you froze in your track. Watching him, scared he’d do something.

If there was one person you avoided like the plague, it was Seongje. Rumours followed everywhere he went. People spoke of his violent tendencies and his reputation being the second in hand at some Union gang you did not want to know anything about. Seongje was notorious for being a masochist, thriving off of pain. In your mind, he was a bloodthirsty wolf, sniffing out for a sheep to ravage.

Your classmates had told you to stay away from him if you wanted to avoid trouble so you did. A month and you had taken every precaution to evade him. Walking a little faster past him in the hallways, taking different routes in order to avoid him and his lackeys, and never ever daring to look into his eyes for longer than three seconds.

 But, you soon learned that he ruled over every corner of the school and the areas surrounding him and there was no running from him. No matter what.

Scared? His voice taunted in your head although he said nothing to you. Silent eyes taunting you. You turned away, picking your pace up to leave the tunnel when footsteps followed behind. Paranoid, you turned back to see Seongje walking slowly behind you, eyes glued to whatever was ahead. Looking through you as if you weren’t right in front of him. Somehow barely being noticed by him bothered you more than it relieved you. 

When every one of the thugs acknowledged you, he didn’t.

“Seongje, where you going?” One with bleached-blonde hair asked, leaning against the wall with a purple vape in his hand. 

“I got class. Shouldn’t you all go to class too?” His voice bounced off the walls of the hollow walkway, close behind you. His words worked like a spell, possessing each and every one of them to stand up and walk behind him.

Was it respect that made them submit to him so easily or was it fear?

You fought every urge in you to run but that would only make him curious. So calmly, you walked with your eyes glued to the end of the tunnel. Steady pace carrying you out of there.

Once you reached class, you exhaled a long-held breath you didn’t know you were holding. Shoulder depleted, you threw yourself on your desk with an exasperated sigh, loud enough to cause your deskmate to turn to you in question. 

“What’s with that look?” She asked, coming up close to you.

“You wouldn’t believe who walked behind me the entire way to school,” You rubbed your temple.

“Don’t tell me…” She gasped, covering her mouth with a hand before quieting her voice, “The wolf?”

“Yes, the wolf,” You rolled your eyes, “I do everything like you said to avoid him, but there he was, sitting on the fucking sidewalk like he owns the goddamn place.”

“Hey, ______, maybe you should—” She put a hand on your shoulder, wary eyes looking behind you, but you continued blabbering, voice louder than intended out of frustration.

“I mean seriously, we are in high school, why is he going out and about acting like he’s some god of thugs?” You smacked your math textbook on top of your desk, “All he does is smoke with that smug, shit-eating grin on his face. He doesn’t even say anything. Like just say something instead of looking at me like that!”

“What do you want me to say?” A voice came from behind you, freezing you in action.

A chill sprinted down your spine, stuttering your movements as you turned your head like a malfunctioning robot. There stood Seongje with his hands in his pockets and a curious glint in his eyes. You closed your eyes in frustration, contemplating how you’d run away from this situation but came to no luck. 

“I– uhm–” You would rather he punch straight in the mouth, knocking every one of your teeth out than staring at you the way he was. 

“You were a chatterbox a second ago,” He said, striding over to his desk, pulling the chair out with a loud screech to sit on it with his legs spread, “I’ll say whatever you want me to say. Tell me what you want me to say.”

He leaned back, crossing his arms with a wide grin, eyes never leaving yours. This was the longest you had ever connected eyes with him and also your first time speaking to him. Every agonizing second that passed, you lost your ability to speak. The classroom had gone silent, watching the two of you staring at each other. One in shock, the other as laid-back as ever.

“Nothing. I want you to say nothing.” You spoke fast, intangible.

He chuckled, leaning over his desk to come closer to you, “Let me know when you figure out what you want me to say.” Winking, he turned away with a big grin, laughing to himself with his head lowered to hide it.

You poked your tongue against your cheek with another sigh but this time of relief. He let you off easy. You were prepared to get pounced on but Seongje seemed to be civil with you. It could be that he saw you as a weakling or something but either way, you were glad to have avoided getting in trouble.

The girl next to you nudged you with her elbows with an expression of surprise, “You totally dodged a bullet. Do you see how quiet the classroom is?”

Hearing that, you looked around, confirming her statement. Meeting eyes with those who watched everything go down.

“On a scale of one to ten, how close was I to death today?” You whispered back, fiddling with your shaking fingers under the table.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe eleven?” She retorted, lightly flicking you on the forehead, “Be careful, _____, he will never forget about this. You have no idea what he’s capable of.”

“Its so over,” You muttered under your breath, clumsily resting your head on your desk.

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Rumours and gossip of you crippling a bully at your old school had subdued, so had the thick, one-sided tension between Seongje and you. You thanked whatever out there for the peace. In the meantime, you got closer to those who sat around you, getting invited out to go bowling.

The place crawled with all kinds of people, good ones, bad ones, and ones that blended in. With the maps open on your phone, you hadn’t paid attention to the group of people crowding the front doors of the underground bowling alley. A gasp from the group caused you to look up and meet eyes with an old classmate from your old school. This was someone you did not want to run into but your luck seemed to never have your back.

“Isn’t that ______?” He pointed, voice full of flattery, “Hey! Long time no see.”

“Hey guys,” You waved, masking the irritation pricking at you, “What are you all doing here?”

“Bowling, what else?” A bitch you once slapped during gym class joined, crossing her arms over her chest with a condescending glare.

“I see, uhm, me too. See ya!” You perked, trying to step between the group to walk through the door only for a hand to stop you in your tracks. You looked up, biting the inside of your cheek to distract yourself from the rage.

“Not so fast,” The guy chuckled, turning to his friends with a look of ridicule as they all laughed at you like hyenas, “Guys, don’t you think its unfair she gets to have fun while our friend is still walking in crutches cause of her?”

Words of agreement followed after his sentence. Then he turned to you, stepping uncomfortably closer with a grin, “You don’t deserve to go bowling after what you did. Shouldn’t you repent for what you did?”

“Listen, I’m not here to fight with anyone. Let me pass through.” You spoke softly, latching onto the remaining composure you had left. Your fists clenched with fury. 

“Nuh uh, not until you get on your knees and apologize.” The girl said, giggling, “Ya! Get your phone out and record this.” 

“Litttle bi-” A hand caught your wrist tightly before you could slap her again, causing you to whip your head to the cause. 

Your eyes met Seongje’s, that familiar unbothered look on this face. He put your hands down, still holding your wrist, turning his head towards the group of people who looked puzzled. 

“Fucking idiots,” He said under his breath, “If you’re gonna bully her, find a better place to do it. You dumbasses are blocking the door.” 

“Isn’t that Geum Seongje?” A whisper came from the crowd of bullies. 

“Shit, it is. Wasn’t he the one who beat the shit out of some of the guys from our school, sending them to the hospital for two weeks?” Another whisper followed. 

“Guys, lets just go.” The guy blocking you spoke, hushed and shying away as her moved out of the way to escape. 

“Hey, you.” Seongje called out to him, grinning ear to ear, “Next time I see you blocking the door, you’re fucking dead.” 

The mob dispersed into thin air as if they were running for their lives. You watched as they scurried away like cockroaches. Seongje let go of your wrist, walking into the bowling alley as if nothing happened. 

“Hey!” You called out, not sure what you’d even say. 

He turned his head, hands casually in his pockets, “Hmm?”

“Thanks for helping.” You said quietly, biting your bottom lip.

“Help you?” He raised a brow, now fully turning to you, “I couldn’t care less if they bully you or beat the shit out of you. They were blocking my way. You see, I’m the impatient type so I simply made way for myself.” He nodded to himself, turning his back to disappear into the neon lights of the bowling alley. 

“Douchebag.” You said under your breath, following behind him with a scowl. 

He definitely heard you, smiling to himself.

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A week had passed since the incident at the bowling alley with Seongje and all you could think of was how much you hated him and his over-confident personality. You worked harder to avoid him, even convincing to switch seats with your desk partner by bribing her with snacks. You were still near him, but not exactly next to him like you used to be and that was enough for you. 

Seongje had noticed everything. Took note of it too. He said nothing, ignoring the little disappointment spawning in his mind.

Your third period class was on the second floor, but the teacher instructed for you to go to the supply room to grab extra cardboard. The room was cramped, stacked with all the stationary and material one could imagine placed on shelves and hidden behind cupboards. As you were concentrated in gathering cardboard, a presence loomed behind you. The hair on the back of your neck stood. 

You froze, glancing to the side to see Seongje much too close behind you. He stood so close, you could feel his body heat melt your skin. The smell of cigarette and mint knocked at your lungs, dulling your senses. He didn’t bother to excuse himself, instead, he reached for a piece of cardboard, his hand grazing your side. Heat shot through you, picking up your heartbeat. This should not happen you thought to yourself.

“You could say ‘excuse me’ you know.” You blurted out your thoughts making him freeze.

“Excuse me. Douchebag coming through!” He taunted, mocking your voice as he inched closer to snatch the cardboard from your pile, his chest barely touching your shoulders as he shifted closely behind you to observe the size of the piece, “You were taking too long, so I came here to help you.”

You knew he was playing with you by throwing your words back at you. 

You bit back a shout, ignoring him as your grabbed the remainder of the pile to walk out of the supply closet but he stepped in between you and the door. Freezing in your step, you glared up at him with a scoff.

“What do you want?” You wondered where you had suddenly found the courage to speak up to him.

“I can see you biting back the urge to punch me, _______,” He spoke quietly, lowering his face closer to yours, hot, smoky breath fanning your face, “Don’t hold it in.”

You were caught off guard by the fact that he knew your name, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” He whispered, his speech slowed enough to alarm you, he spoke as if he were daring you to fight him, “Your fists are clenched and…that look in your eyes tells me you want to punch me. Am I wrong?”

You scoffed out loud, turning to the side in disbelief, “You’re wrong.”

Lies. You wanted to shove your hand up his stomach until he puked out blood. You resisted with a calm so difficult to hold on to. 

“You want to punch me.” He pushed, trying to get it out of you. Had he found your weakness, “I saw it that day too, when you were about to hit that girl. You had that same look. You want to hit me”

“I don’t”

“You do.”

“I really don’t.”

“Lying is a sin.”

“So is violence.”

He chuckled, throwing his head back, “I’m joking, take it easy, _______.”

You hadn’t realized that he had backed you up against a wall until you felt the cold wall press in on you. You caught your breath, steadying your breathing. He left the room, closing the door behind him. Leaving you to fume alone. The pieces of cardboard long forgotten on the floor. Grumbling, you crouched down to gather all the pieced that your dropped, muttering angrily to yourself.

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It was a Saturday afternoon. Despite the sun shining down on the sky, the chill in the air made you shiver. Your teeth chattered as you walked down a narrow alleyway from the the supermarket to your home, which you had finally settled into. You rubbed your arms to keep yourself warm against the harsh wind, sweeping up the dead leaves scattered across the street. 

Something felt off, you weren’t sure what, though. It could have been the unsettling silence or the fact that the entire place was deserted with no sign of anyone. An uneasy feeling settled over you. Darkness lingered behind you, making you check over your shoulders every few seconds to make sure there was no one following.

Your steps came to a halt.

Three of the guys from your old school stood before you, blocking the width of the alleyway. You looked back, attempting to retreat only to see three more blocking the other way. Left with no escape, you inhaled a shaky breath drawing both fists up in position. In order to escape this situation, you would have to break the three rules you had written down. And most importantly, you had to break the promise to yourself— the promise to stay out of trouble.

The next few moments flashed like a slideshow. A frame of you getting kicked in the stomach, another frame of you breaking someone’s arm, the next of you continuously punching the last standing guy until his eyes rolled back. Anger controlled you and you couldn’t stop your fists from striking him on the jaw over and over. An image of you hitting the guy you had crippled mere months ago flashed in your head, outraging your further. You shouted loudly, throwing blow after blow until you were stopped with a push. You stumbled back, mind not clear and in a frantic state as you stared widely up at Seongje. 

Why was he everywhere?

“You planning on killing the guy and ending up in juvie or something?” He said, littering his cig on the ground, stomping on it with an amused expression. 

“What? You want to be next too?” You snarled, stomping over to punch him on the side of his face with a loud crunch. 

Seongje groaned in pain, almost getting knocked to the ground but he stabilized, standing straight. A moment passed. Silence followed, then a laugh erupted from him, blaring up the entire alleyway. Your brows knitted in question, concerned. A livid expression etched on his face, making him look insane as he growled. Finding pleasure in pain, Seongje stood stall, panting heavily.

“You hit me first.” He chuckled before kicking you on the knees so hard you fell to the ground on all fours. 

Everything after went by smack by smack.

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Clank

Your cans clashed together in a toast. Seongje took a large gulp of his drink and you followed swallowing with an ahh in unison. Satisfied with the sweetness resting on your tongue, you leaned back, staring up at the sky. The cuts and bruises on your face stung but you ignored it, focusing on the pink-orange sunset.

The aftermath of your fight was him helping you up and silently walking to the convenience. You had followed behind him, hissing in pain. Your arms clutched the other in pain. Seongje limped and for some reason, you felt guilt. Remorse carved out your insides. He had only stopped you from hitting an immobilized person but you hit him out of pure rage.

You sighed, thankful that he wasn’t upset beyond repair.

“Just so you know, I don’t hit girls but you hit first.” He said turning to point at you.

“If you didn’t hit back I’d get angrier, to be honest,” You shrugged, taking another small sip.

“You’re very peculiar, you know that,” He smirked, turning to watch the sky with you. 

“I could say the same about you.” You smiled.

A long pause, you spoke again, “Seongje, I’m sorry about hitting you. I didn’t mean to take my anger out on you. I really didn’t want to fight.”

“I know.” He answered, “I heard about what you did to that guy at your previous school.”

Your eyes went wide in fear that he’d tell people at your new school about it. You scrambled closer to him. He quirked a brow in question.

“About that…could you please, please keep it a secret?” You clamped your hands together.

“Sure,” He agreed, nodding. 

Overwhelming relief washed over you and you giggled, “Thank you.”

“But, I have a condition,” He added, “I can’t just give you my silence for free. Nothing comes without a cost.”

“W-what is it?” You asked.

“You have to fight with me. Each time.” He explained, pulling his phone out of his pocket to hand it to you, “I’ll put you on speed dial.”

“Uh— What kind of condition is this?” You instinctively took his phone to type in your number, “I don’t really want to fight. I promised myself I wouldn’t.”

Like he cared.

“Then, the whole school will know—”

“Okay, okay! I’ll do it. I’ll fight with you.” You interrupted, desperation clear in your voice. 

Seeing that, Seongje grinned, “Don’t worry, you won’t get involved in other shit. I just think it would be fun to fight with you…on my side.”

“You promise I won’t get wrapped up in your union shit?” You asked.

“I’m a man of my words.” He assured, “Like I said, its all for fun.”

“I really can’t believe what I just got myself into,” You groaned, smacking yourself on the forehead.

“You’re gonna have so much fun.” He laughed, sipping on his drink, “We’ll have so much fun.”

“Can’t wait!” You replied sarcastically, falling into laughter together.

You and Seongje were united by violence. A truce had formed between the two of you. He was on your side and you were on his from this moment on.

You swallowed that fact.

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“kiss it, kiss it better” - weak hero class suggestive fluff (scenarios)

synopsis: scenarios where you kiss/make out with the weak hero class boys.

warnings: aged up characters, , fluff, suggestive, swearing, french kissing, PDA, gn reader. characters: sieun, suho, gotak, baku, juntae, seongje, baekjin

sieun:

sieun was focused on the sheet in front of him, eyes locked on the words and numbers, jaws clenched in concentration. but, he couldn’t help but feel his eyes slowly follow you every now and then as you grumbled and whined, begging for his attention. you were sitting at the dining table in the kitchen next to him while he did his assignment and while you scrolled on your phone.

really, he was trying his best to stay focused and hold back even when you were making it so hard for him with your eyes fluttering up at him— teasing him. he was fighting with his body, holding himself back from giving into your antics. and yet, he stayed cool. unwavering. not yet giving in.

“cmon, sieun, how long are you gonna ignore me to do your work? can’t you give me a kiss, hmm?” you pleaded, looking tiredly up at the stoic expression slip off his face into a straight-lipped smile, “don’t give me that look!”

“patience.” he replied, pen between his teeth in concentration, “i’ll kiss you once i’m done this. as many times as you want.”

“and how long will that take?” you raised a brow, inching closer to your boyfriend until your chin rested on his shoulder.

“not long.” he answered, shoulders stiffening, feeling your breath tickle his face, you smelled like comfort and familiarity, and sieun found himself losing focus on the work ahead of him; his attention getting stolen away from the heat radiating off of your body. tugging him in.

“i don’t wanna wait!” you complained, squishing your cheek into his shoulders. a small, unnoticeable smile cracked onto his face as he tried to turn away from you in defense. he wanted to see you plead a little more, finding playful joy in seeing you whine and groan from him.

patience began to trickle away as you watched sieun regain his attention on the question, scribbling down small notes and underlining words. is his assignment more important than me? a sneer made its way onto your face at the thought. playing offense, you puckered your lips out, threatening to kiss him on the cheek with an obnoxious kissing sound, sieun flinched turning to you with a crooked face, but you leaned in closer, pushing towards him.

suddenly you halted— eyes widening in surprise and then closing as you received a kiss back. goal! sieun may have had a cold demeanor that rarely spoke of warmth and playfulness such as this, but with you, he made an exception, kissing you deeply, turning his face to kiss your puckered and ready lips. he closed his eyes, letting passion and heat possess his movements as he moved his hands up to grab your jaw, tilting it up to kiss and lightly bite your bottom lips. you whined, letting him dominate the moment of heat, his lips moving greedily against yours with a smack!

slowly, agonizingly, and sloppily, sieun broke out of the kiss, eyes half-lidded and filled with affection. a small smile pulling at his mouth, “i gave you a kiss. now let me focus and maybe i’ll give you more.”

“fine.” you rolled your eyes, stealing another short peck on the lips before turning away to scroll on your phone.

Suho:

“suho, come here, quick!” you waved impatiently for the man in front of you, too focused on the soccer match playing on the large tv screen at the shopping mall. an irritated look on his face as he watched his team play terribly on the field.

“what’s up?” he asked, eyes glued to the screen, but his body facing yours. his eyes following his favorite player getting the ball passed to him.

“kiss me. hurry!” you demanded growing anxious as you watched the players from the opposing team cut through defense and get possession of the ball.

finally, he faced you, shock widening his eyes from hearing your request, “kiss you? in public?”

“why? are you ashamed?” you gruffed, crossing your arms in annoyance. trying to veer his attention towards you instead of the match.

“no of course not!” he defended, stepping closer to grab the sides of your face, lowering himself to roughly pull you into a sloppy kiss.

he pulled away for a short moment only to dive back in to clash his teeth and tongue against yours. people passed by, disapproving eyes shooting glares at the both of you. he ignored them, working his mouth desperately against yours, tilting his head in the perfect angle to swirl his tongue with yours. feeling breathless, you broke away from the kiss first but suho wasn’t done with you, grabbing you closer to him by the waist, nibbling on your bottom lips with a low grumble.

pulling away, suho spoke breathlessly, “there. happy?”

“very.” you smiled, feeling blood rush up to your face from slight embarrassment knowing that people saw the whole thing. you scratched your head, looking around awkwardly.

“why’d you want me to kiss you here of all places. thought you weren’t into PDA?” he asked, eyes turning back to the soccer match, the team he supported had lost. a look of disappointment washed over his features. his shoulders slouched, looking depleted as if he were one of the players on the field.

“this is why.” you pointed to the TV screen with a sigh, “i didn’t want you to see your team lose. again.”

the face of defeat melted into gratitude. his frown turning upwards into a proud smile. suho kissed you again on the lips, lifting you up from the ground. you squealed from the sudden act, giggling into his mouth.

“you’re too good to me.” he chuckled, gliding his hands up to grab your shoulders in a side hug, “who cares if my team lost. i won you!”

“i’m the best. i know.” you shrugged with a sly smirk.

gotak:

blended faces in the crowd blurred gotak’s vision as he searched for the very face he longed for. your face. stubbornly, he kept scanning every person, profiling each one to match yours; bald guy on the left, no. old lady with saggy tits, hell no. stupid-looking kid with a gapped tooth, FUCK no. he felt a frustrated groan rumble in his chest, feeling a little heartbroken when he couldn’t find anywhere. the basketball match he had invited you to come to was soon to start. it was one of the most important matches that would determine whether they’d go to the finals or not and there was nothing more he wanted than to have you be there and cheer for him.

his chest ached in childish dissatisfaction when seeing you weren’t there. hearing his coach call the team in to huddle. the game was to start soon. you were nowhere in sight. gotak felt the excitement of impressing you and asking you out after the game fade away as the whistle for the game blew.

with a ball in his hand, gotak flew through the court, dodging and swirling around the opponents. sweat trickled down his forehead, anxiety rising. the responsibility of getting a basket laid on his very hands and he felt his heart pump in his chest. breath slowing. he began to question himself and his ability in the blurry heat of the moment. his legs began to tremble as the crowd went silent. waiting. waiting for him to shoot. everyone watched. he wished you were watching.

thump thump thump

“GO HYUNTAK YOU BETTER GET THAT SHOT!” your voice broke the agonizing silence from the crowd.

gotak’s head shot to the sound of your voice and his heart beat out of his chest once his eyes met yours. you were in full view, smiling up at him, thumbs up and all. you shined the brightest under the gymnasium lights, blurring out everyone else in the darkness. you were the loudest too, shouting words of affirmation, urging him on. it cooled the anxious flames in him. gotak felt your cheers seep into his veins, then he got in position, readying himself to shoot.

then, he inhaled through his teeth, a sharp breath and he jumped up, shooting his ball across the court. everyone’s glimmering eyes watched as the bell fell through the basket. three points up for gotak’s team.

loud cheers and applause banged through the walls of the gymnasium. the game started off strong all because of your cheer, gotak was on fire. his team won 105-92, moving them up to the finals.

after the game, gotak practically climbed up the stands, ignoring his teammates and coach to find you standing there, waiting for him with the proudest smile on your face. he was drenched with sweat, adrenaline and tiredness coursing through his veins, gotak was panting from exhaustion and victory but still, he bent down to pull you into a feverish kiss. a prolonged kiss that made you feel as if you were getting engulfed into a warm wave of heat and desire.

you were shocked but you reciprocated, pulling him in by the neck, kissing him harder. then he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. still panting, he managed to steady himself to speak.

“i was scared you didn’t come.” he swallowed a pant, “but when i heard you, i felt this rush of energy, i don’t know what it is.”

“is that right?” you replied, quirking a brow.

“yeah.” he breathed, his eyes trailing down to your lips, “but i’m glad you came.”

and he kissed you again.

baku:

park humin masked a lot of his suffering with his energetic facade. his enthusiasm was like an epidemic; contagious and infectious to the point even the repellent were vulnerable— giving into his warmth and energy. he was like a fire you couldn’t put out, constantly soaring, constantly hot, burning everyone up.

humin always found you to be the water that put him out, not in a bad way but in a way that you cooled him down. calming the roaring flames. he found solace in you, allowing himself to be more mellow, letting the fire get put out. allowing himself to rest.

he was able to show his weaknesses with you. letting himself become unfurled and vulnerable. even letting you into his home life, introducing you to his father. although he rarely invited you over to his place when his father was around, afraid he was in one of his angry moods.

the weather outside was horrific, a thunderstorm clouded over the city, locking everyone inside. to baku’s dismay, you were both stranded inside his father’s fried chicken shop. with him, at that. mr. park was like a time bomb, ticking and ticking, ready to set off at any time. humin feared his father would lash out, smelling the alcohol lingering in the air while he worked away in the kitchen. the sound of dishes aggressively cluttering made you flinch, turning towards your boyfriend who seemed even farther on edge.

“humin, you okay?” you asked, tangling your fingers with his.

“yeah, of course.” he tried to fake a smile but the hesitation was clear in his voice as he peered back every few minutes to the kitchen where his father worked, grumbling angrily to himself.

“once the rain stops we can go to my house,” you reassured, flicking away a strand of your hair that was stuck on his sleeve, “does that sound good.”

he nodded, a genuine smile on his face, “sounds good.”

“ya, park humin, you useless little shit. are you gonna stand there with your silly partner when your old man’s slaving away in the kitchen?” mr. park shouted from the kitchen, startling the both of you, “have i taught you nothing?”

“i’ll be there in a second!” humin shouted back, giving you an apologetic stare.

“ignore him.” he said, taking both your hands, “he’s always like this, yknow.”

“that’s okay, humin.” you smiled, ignoring the bitter prick, “go help him. i’ll wait here.”

“thank you.” he said, trodding away to the kitchen with a frustrated sigh.

although the sound of water spraying and dishes clattering overpowered the two men’s voices, you were able to hear their heated conversation. your ears perked as you heard mr. park mutter a swear towards humin. a loud clang came crashing, causing you to jump up startled.

humin stomped out of the kitchen, throwing the apron onto the ground with the aggression he had when he was ready to fight. his eyes were blazing with anger, nostrils flaring. he walked towards you, huffing frantically.

“let’s get out of here.” he said, voice coarse.

“get back here, you piece of shit!” his father followed after, striding over to his son with his hands raised in position to strike him but you pushed yourself between them, gripping mr. park’s wrist with all the strength you had.

“that’s enough, mr. park!” you shouted, digging your nailed into his forearm, he fumed, bearing his teeth.

“this doesn’t concern you.” he seethed, trying to pry you off.

humin acted quick, trying to tug you away from his father but you resisted. anger curled in you, seeing an old man act so foolish. how could he behave like this?

“why can’t you treat humin like a normal person and not scum?” you argued and your words made him step back, plopping his arm down to his side.

“what did you say?” he asked, voice concerningly calm.

“you heard me, why do you treat your own son like shit?” your voice shook but you stayed still.

mr. park scoffed in disbelief, turning to the side, “unbelievable.”

he turned to walk away, retreating back to the kitchen. relieved, you turned to humin to see him look at you round-eyed like a lost puppy. your heart sank, seeing him look so broken and grateful all at once.

“you okay, babe?” you asked, brushing his hair from his face.

“i should be the one asking you.” he answered quietly, evading your question.

“humin—“ before you could finish your sentence, humin crashed his lips onto yours.

a fiery haziness fogged all the senses in your mind as you let yourself indulge in his adrenaline-driven kiss. he kissed you feverishly, as if time would run out if he didn’t kiss you longer. harder. in the back of your mind, you were aware that mr. park could walk out of the kitchen to catch you in this state any moment but you were too occupied in the sickening sweetness pouring into your mouth. humin, worked his tongue along yours. his movement felt electric and rushed. a groan reverberated through his chest, leaving goosebumps down your spine. dizzied and breathless, you pulled away to get a hold of yourself.

“l-let’s go to my house.” you gasped, grabbing humin by the arm to drag him out of the store into the rain towards your house, letting need and longing possess your every other thought.

juntae:

juntae’s eyes glistened with endearment as he watched you play with the kitten you found in the alleyway. he was always attentive of everything you did, paying attention to all the things you liked and all the things you didn’t. he observed the way your smile widened as you let the kitten lick you knuckles. an innocent playfulness in the air that tugged at his heartstrings.

juntae crouched down beside you to watch the kitten nuzzle itself around you and then around him. then, he turned to you, eyeing your features in astonishment. his heart beating in his chest. juntae was utterly awestruck.

he was broken out of his thoughts when you turned to him with a questioning expression, “what?”

“n-nothing. i didn’t know you liked cats this much.” he scratched his head.

“i love them.” you answered, smiling down at the feline.

“we see her often. should we name her?” he asked, petting the kitten on the head, its fur tickled his skin with the same warmth that tickled his chest when he looked at you.

“yes! but what should we name it?” you pondered, humming to yourself in thought.

“how about ________?” he suggested.

“i love that!” you clapped approvingly, grabbing the kitten gently into your hands, “hi little ______. say hi to dad— i mean juntae—“

juntae almost fell backwards, falling on his bum upon hearing that. red blossomed on his cheeks as he smiled sheepishly, taking the kitten into his arms. his heart felt tender, feeling a strong sense of yearning for a family as you handed him the kitten like it was your child. and subconsciously, he leaned in, not letting his mind control him but rather his feelings. he pressed a tentative, warm kiss on your lips.

it was an honest kiss, full of hope and aching as he pecked you. he pulled away, feeling uncertain but then you pushed him closer by the back of his neck into another kiss, rougher this time. he allowed you to take control, closing his eyes.

“i guess we’re her parents now.” you smiled into the kiss.

“yeah.” he replied, kissing you softly. kitten still in his arms, watching its parents kiss.

seongje

seongje lazily laid on your bed, legs spread out, glasses falling down the bridge of his nose as he scrolled on his phone while you were on the floor sewing the hole in favorite shirt. he yawned, occasionally turning to watch your concentrated face. your brows would knit in irritation every now and then as you struggled to get the thin thread through the needle. when you managed you giggled to yourself, humming in relief. seongje chuckled at you.

then, he noticed something poking out the side of your cheek. you absentmindedly swirled it around in your mouth. curious, seongje poked you on the shoulder, bringing himself to the edge of your bed to get near you.

“what do you have in your mouth?” he asked, plopping himself down on the floor next to you.

you stuck your red-stained tongue at him, revealing the round candy sitting on it, “ith candy. you wanth thome?”

he swallowed a laugh at your lisp from trying to speak with your tongue still sticking out. seongje pondered his answer for a moment. yes, he did want a candy. but, he also wanted you. a second passed, seongje slid his glasses off with a menacing smirk on his face, hastily putting it on the bed above to lean in and latch his mouth onto yours. his sly tongue slithering into your mouth to steal the candy into his mouth. he continued to tangle his tongue with yours in an unrelenting, hungry kiss, knocking the breath out of your lungs. you moaned into his mouth, dropping the thread and needled from your hands to grab him by the shoulders. he could taste the artificial cherry flavor in his mouth, letting the candy melt into your mouths from the heated kiss. flavors exploded in your mouth as you both managed to melt the candy into nothingness with your tongues. seongje pulled away, saliva connecting your mouths to look at your swollen lips with pride.

“damn, baby, you’re so sexy.” he chuckled, wiping away the red stain from the corner of your mouth with his thumb. then he put the thumb into his mouth to suck on the remaining sugar particles.

“you’re impossible.” you retorted in a shallow breath. heart still racing.

“impossibly horny.” he teased, you smacked him on the shoulder with a laugh.

baekjin:

you were pressed up against the wall in baekjin’s office. his tall, domineering stature towering over you, sharp eyes locking into yours. though he didn’t speak a word, you could almost hear his voice in your heard echo. i need you.

so, as if you could read his mind like some divine psychic, you tiptoed to lightly graze your lips with his. giving him time to settle in to your touch. you waited, heart hammering in your chest like drums and snares. baekjin swallowed, hesitantly kissing you back. but you broke the kiss, tutting.

“not like this, baekjin.” you spoke airlessly, “put your hands on my waist.”

he obeyed, slithering his large hands around your waist, forcing you closer to him. his scent hugged you with its familiar coolness. baekjin parted his lips, smacking short, experimental kisses on your lips before pushing you up against the wall again, delving deeper. your body burned, fireworks exploding in your stomach as baekjin greedily sucked on your tongue, swallowing the little whimpers leaving your lips. his hands were everywhere now, exploring every inch of your body and you let him. relishing every second as you made out.

too lost in the sensation, you both hadn’t noticed the knocking on the door until someone bursted in. you both broke apart from the kiss, turning to the startled-looking guy at the door. a blush on his face as he stared at you both.

“i—i can come back l-later.” he stuttered, stepping backwards to leave the office.

baekjin sighed, rubbing his temple with a little embarrassed smile on his face. he turned back to you, grabbing you by the waist to lift you up and place you on his desk. he held you steadily with his knees between your legs.

he spoke under his breath, “back to what we were doing. business, was it?”

“yeah. business.” you joked, pulling him by the collar to steal another dizzying kiss.

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Was wondering if I could req a angst to fluff fanfic for go hyuntak, if thats ok with you. Ur my fave writer oat and i look forward to see more of your works 🤭

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"I'll be on your side each time" - Gotak x gn! reader angst to fluff

synopsis: Gotak always said his leg injury was just an accident, and you never pushed him on it—until baku let something slip about union guys and a darker story. Things get tense, and you walk away, hurt that he couldn’t trust you. After days of silence, Gotak shows up at your door, ready to finally be honest and fix things, because he realizes losing you hurts more than facing the past.

a/n: thank you sooo much for the request. sorry it took so long! i really hope you like it. warnings: violence, kissing, past trauma, 1.5k words.

In your relationship with Gotak, there was a silent understanding, a promise to never talk about his leg injury. The one that took away his taekwondo career, his lifelong dream since the day he learned how to kick and spin around. You always thought it was something that he didn’t want to discuss because it made him grieve a version of himself he never got to be. However, as time passed, you began to notice that there was something hidden deeper in his memory of getting injured. Something so dark, he couldn’t tell the person closest to him— you. 

Gotak had always told you that it was an accident, stripping away his ability to perform as he once did. He always avoided your eye when speaking of it. You thought, maybe, it was because he felt too vulnerable opening up.

 Everything changed when his best friend, Park Humin, brought it up during a conversation. 

“Y’know, this bastard Gotak never got over his injured legs, right? Dude, give yourself a break. Those union guys—” Humin blabbered on only to get interrupted by Gotak.

“Shut it.” Gotak hissed, smacking Humin on the shoulder.

Humin chuckled, turning his attention to you, “No way, did he not tell you?”

“Tell me what?” You raised a brow, “And what union guys?”

“Humin. That’s enough.” Gotak warned, dropping his tone an octave, the warmth in his eyes cooling over as he glared at his friend. 

“Alright, alright, but you should probably tell them.” Humin shrugged, turning his attention back to the food in front of him. 

During the walk home, you decided to finally crack the question. Feeling the tension get sticky, sticking to your limbs and mind with the questions of everything. What really happened? Why did Humin keep mentioning the guys from the union? And most of all, why was Gotak running away from telling you? 

“Gotak, what was Humin saying earlier?” You started, your hands still holding his, “The stuff about the union guys and all.”

“He was speaking nonsense, babe, don’t worry about it.” He answered, looking ahead as if to avoid looking into your eyes. 

“C’mon, now, do you think I’m stupid? I always respected not asking you about your leg injury because you told me it was an accident, and I thought it was better that I never brought it up, but I feel like you’re hiding something from me.” You sighed in frustration, letting go of his hands.

“You don’t need to know about this.” He answered, feeling the memories of that very day creep up on him like a dark, towering entity. 

“Why? Why can’t you tell me? Do you not trust me or something?” You raised your voice, turning him to face you with a hand on his arm, “This is unfair. How come Humin knows everything and I don’t?”

“Like I said, y/n, this is just one of those things you don’t need to know.” Regret scarred Gotak so deeply upon seeing your frown grow deeper as you stared up at him, disappointed and broken.

“There are too many secrets between us.” Your voice was low, almost a whisper, “I see the way you grow small when the guys from the union show up around the neighbourhood. You just never tell me anything.”

“It’s because they’re jerks who beat people up for no reason. You know that!” He protested.

“Did they beat you too?!” You shouted, pointing a finger at his injured leg, “Did they do this to your leg?”

Gotak groaned, feeling frustrated, and the bitterness of his past clouded his mind. He rubbed his temple, looking down at the ground. Once again, looking away from your eyes. You hated it. 

“If you’re not gonna tell me, that’s fine, but I hope you know, it hurts not being able to know the things that bother you. I’m only saying this because I want to help. I want to understand.” Your voice quivered, lips trembling as you tried your best to swallow a cry. 

And with that, you turned your back on him, walking away, “I need to be away from you…for a little.” 

“Don’t do this, please,” Gotak called out, but it was too late; you were out of his sight. 

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Gotak grew anxious on the fifth day of not hearing from you, regret gnawing at his chest. The look of disappointment in your eyes haunted him every time he blinked or closed his eyes in the shower. He could not stop thinking about you and how badly he missed you. The guilt of not being able to speak to you about his injury swirled in his mind. He wanted nothing more to leave it all in the past and move on but he had realized how upsetting it was for you to not have answers. It was more important for him to have you than hide away from his past, and he’d do anything if it meant having you back in his arms— even tell you about what had happened the day he lost his dreams.

 He straightened his back, clearing his throat, preparing himself to face you and take you back where you belong: by him. Gotak gathered all the bits and pieces of confidence left in him to knock at your door, readying himself with a smile on his face. The door swung open, and you appeared in front of him, arms crossed over your chest. You shot him an annoyed look, expression unimpressed and irritated, almost like you were silently scolding him as you always did when he did something idiotic. Warmth crept over him, a sort of relief knowing you weren’t entirely on the verge of fading away from him. 

“What do you want, Go Hyuntak?” You glared, although you tried to act tough, you couldn’t help but feel giddy and relieved seeing your boyfriend at your doorstep. You opened the door wider for him to enter, and he did so happily. 

“Well, essentially, I want you, but before that, I want to  fix things and explain myself.” He answered, stepping closer to you, the cramped foyer of your home felt as if the walls were squeezing in on you and Gotak. He was close enough for you to be able to smell him and feel his warm breath travel down your face. 

“Go on, fix it, then.” You answered, urging him on. You ignored the pumping heartbeat within your chest, fighting the urge to tug him close and smother his handsome face with kisses from the deprived days of not seeing him. 

“To start off, I want to apologize for not being transparent with you about everything. I wasn’t honest with you, and I avoided telling you the truth. I just— I just hate talking about what happened. But, I promise, soon, I’ll tell you everything.” He took a step forward, inching closer. 

“Next, I never intended to keep it from you for long, but it's just that the memory makes me feel sick. It's hard to swallow. Humin only knows about this because he was there. I don’t want any secrets between us, like you said.” He continued, taking another step closer to you. He was close enough for you to be able to grab him, but you held back, taking in his words, and guilt pricked at you, realizing you must have been too pushy and hard on him. A frown made its way on your face, eyes solemn and remorseful.

“Lastly,” He lowered his face closer to yours, your eyes fluttered shut, feeling the heat course through you from his body, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too…” You answered breathily, feeling the tip of his nose graze the tip of yours.

“Yeah?” He asked, his voice baritone. He spoke so slowly, it felt as if you were getting lulled to sleep. You nodded in response, closing your eyes as he pressed a soft, phantom-like kiss to your lips, it was prolonged with a need. Your lips parted open, allowing him to press on further, backing you against the wall while his hand slithered to your waist and the other went up to hold your cheek.

“I’m sorry I was so harsh, Gotak.” You said between each breath you took, “I just want to help.”

He pulled away, bringing his hands up to place them on both your shoulders, his eyes softened, rounded, and warm, “You have no idea how much you help just by being around.” 

“Pfft. A little sentimental now, are we?” You giggled, draping your arms around his shoulders to bring him into a hug. A type of hug you couldn’t untangle yourself from.

“I want you to be able to talk to me about everything. I don’t want you to suffer in silence and have a war in your mind, okay?” You asked, pulling away enough to be able to meet his eyes. 

“Okay.” He smiled, nodding, “I’ll be honest and tell you everything, moving forward.”

“And, I’ll be on your side each time.” You answered, cheekily kissing him on the forehead.

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“it’ll be our swan song” - park humin x f!reader angst

synopsis: baku keeps the peace of eunjang on his shoulders. “no fighting” he had spray painted all over the walls of the alleyway and underpass that lead to the school. everyday, he looked himself in the mirror and repeated those words likes a ritual. park humin, lived by it, kept his peace, and his knuckles in his pockets to be away from you— the union’s princess— his childhood best friend and the girl he loved. he sees you’re far too gone and you give him a final act of mercy after a skull crushing fight.

warnings: cussing, violence, implied abuse, trauma, blood, kissing, villain reader (😈), hopeless baku, just angst no fluff, 3.7k words

another fight. another cut to his cheek. another dagger stabbed into his chest with guilt. park humin was exhausted from barely holding the peace of eunjang in the palm of his hands. he felt it slipping every moment, bit by bit, one by one into the hands of you— the union’s princess— the one who wreaked havoc and set hell to break loose before him. 

he pictured you in the 7th circle of hell; created solely for those violent against people. The hell of the violent and bestial. violent against neighbours. 

baku wished that in another life you would have been a politician. it suited you. instead of controlling the union like a dictator, you could have been anything— anything but that; violent and corrupt. blood had permanently tainted the knuckles of his dearest friend. his sweet friend that saved a spot for him on the bus to school. his sweet friend that grabbed an extra pouch of caprisun before the school field trip knowing his father would forget. 

you knew him from the depths of his bones and flesh. yet, he didn’t know you the way he thought he did. not when you gave him a bloody smile standing across him under the tunnel with men fighting each other. tearing each other apart from the flesh and bones— for the tiniest of moments, he envisioned you doing that to him physically. to read his mind and soul and somehow— somehow see his pain and somehow stop whatever it was that you were doing. but never once did you touch him. only watching from afar as one of your lackeys attacked him instead. even if you used others for your violent agenda, the hurt and pain of others rested on your palm the same way the peace of eunjang rested on humin’s. in a way that made the two of you similar. two different goals, two different directions, yet the weight you both held felt the same. 

the similarity between the two of you made you seem all the more farther away from his grasp. 

from chasing kites and building sandcastles to destroying and burning bridges, you became not a distant memory, but an enemy. the thing he didn’t know he had to fear before it happened to him. 

“humin, isn’t this enough?” your voice bounced off the walls of the tunnel along with the grunts and pained groans of the victims and their attackers, “can’t you see? everyone’s suffering because of your indecision.” 

“you know i don’t like to repeat myself.” you continued, putting a hand up to halt your lackeys from throwing anymore punches at baku’s friends, “i’m being as nice as i can be about this.”

“nice?” baku almost laughed at your statement as he looked around to see the bloodied and bruised faces of his friends, “this is nice to you?”

you stayed silent, watching him calmly, counting each precious second that passed. you had placed to be. people to deal with.

“i’m never joining a union that hurts people like this.” he growled, balling his bloody fists, “and do you wanna know the bigger reason why i don’t want to?” 

“what is it?” you raised a brow, taking a step closer, ignoring how your union members cowered away from you.

“i just hate you the most.” he seethed, an angry smile tickling his cheeks in a stinging expression that didn’t quite match the words that came from his mouth.

you scoffed, turning your back to him to mask the slight tremble in your lower lip, “i’m only doing this for your own good. take it how you will.” 

and with that, you were merely a distant figure disappearing into the hazy streetlights that barley lit up the alley outside the tunnel. it almost felt like a reflection of your friendship with baku— fading away. gone. 

how could his once bright friend that gleamed brighter than the sun and moon turn so dark? just when had that happened? was that his fault too? 

members of the union trailed along behind you like multiple shadows of your distant figure in the dark. a swarm of black cloaked creatures lingering in the darkness, avoiding light. baku felt sick, bile rising in his throat from getting punched in the stomach continuously by one of the stronger members who walked closer to you like your second skin or something. that thought too, made him retch. 

“why do you want to hurt me?” baku said frantically under his breath, barely audible as he balanced himself against the wall to catch his breath.

he wanted to throw up. the smell of blood and sweat and everything else sickened him. there was nothing to hold him up, especially not hope. he knew better than anyone that you’d come back to hurt him without using your own hands. probably worse next time around. oddly, that hurt him. why couldn’t you be the one to touch him? did you despise him that much? the nightmarish, puzzling thoughts made his knees buckle as he dragged himself over to the ones lying injured on the ground. 

the perplexing thoughts of you and his feelings for you that sucked him in like quick sand washed away like an overwhelmingly large tide, swallowing and spitting him out into the reality of it all: others were getting hurt. 

all because of him. 

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“Guilt is anger directed at ourselves—  at what we did or did not do.” — peter mcwilliams

sieun had recited those words to baku once and it had stuck with him like a branding or a burn on his skin. humin thought of all the things he did and all the things he didn’t do. he recalled failing to protect his friends and then he recalled you and that distant look in your eyes that held a degree of warmth only he could recognize. it killed him. to know you had reserved the most minuscule part of your old self only for him to see. behind your cold, unshakable facade, he was able to briefly catch a glimpse of the you he knew. the you he cherished. and loved. 

“humin, you’re spacing out again.” gotak’s familiar voice reverberated through his chest, catching baku off guard, “you thinking bout’ her again?” 

baku bit his bottom lip to suppress himself from uttering ‘yes’

“don’t let her taunt you like that even when she’s not around.” gotak continued, smacking humin on the shoulder with a hearty chuckle, “it’s not like she’s your lover or anything.” 

“just don’t want her hurting the people around me.” humin admitted, “she’ll keep doing this until she gets what she wants. i know her…well, i think i do.”

“and we’ll keep fighting.” gotak answered naively. he didn’t quite understand the lengths you’d go to have whatever you wanted the way baku did. only baku knew. 

“this has to end. i’ll end this.” baku declared like a vow, “i-ill take her down if i need to.” 

the hesitation in his voice so clear, anyone could see right through him as if he were made of thin, breakable glass. 

“she’s caused a lot of damage for us the past couple of months..” gotak sighed, wrapping an arm around humin’s shoulder, “she wasn’t born this way, though. it kinda bothers me. wasn’t she your childhood best friend?”

the thought hurt him. what could you have gone through without his knowledge to hurt so deeply to the point you hurt others. did seeing the blood of others wash away the suffering you had endured— are still enduring? 

“but…” gotak trailed off, thinking his next words out as he stared elsewhere, “you can’t save her. that’s not for you to do.” 

“what if she needs me, though?” the words slipped out like the wave that had once drowned him before, “what if this is her way of asking for help?” 

gotak rubbed his knitted brows with a frustrated sigh, “see. you still care for her. after all she’s done. snap out of it, dude!”

“i— i— gosh, forget about it.” humin grunted, breaking free from gotak’s one arm around him as he walked off to clear his thoughts from you and those shifting eyes. 

a few days of peace and quiet would pass but humin knew he couldn’t sit still. he counted every second that passed, waiting and scratching a mark on the wall, counting days before you struck again. anyone that saw him would think he had gone insane and frantic but baku could feel your eyes loom over him in every step he took, in every breath, in every blink. 

you could target his dad’s restaurant or you could send another gang of men to beat up his friends. or worse. the unthinkable. baku expected something would happen within a couple of days. he could almost taste he blood on his tongue. 

but nothing came from your end like he imagined. complete radio silence as if you were gone. that bothered him even worse than the fear of you doing something. your absence and the lack of chaos around him seemed unwelcoming.

the silence felt far worse than the violence.

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a month had gone by without a single sound from you. It made baku wonder whether you were alive or not. nervousness irked him to the point he grew restless. he knew he shouldn’t bother, shoudn’t worry about his enemy but the memory of your bond seemed stronger than the pain you had caused for him. humin was in a dilemma, he had his one hand grasping his friends at eunjang and his father’s business while the other hand chased after you. 

you can’t save her Gotak’s voice called out from the cracks of his memories. 

park humin loved you and that tingling imagination of leaving everything behind to join the union to be with you haunted the isolated parts of his mind he wanted to abandon and bury away.

he couldn’t do it, leaving his friends. It wold be a betrayal to himself. 

humin sighed feeling the weight of his complicated thoughts weigh down on his shoulders as if a sumo wrestler was sitting on top of him. his head pounded, slideshow-like images of you and your innocent smile and laughter quickening his heartbeat.

 shaking his head, he cussed at himself for rotting his brain away with the thought of you at all times, “she’s causing so much problems for me even when shes not here.”

“what?” gotak asked, stopping whatever he was doing to turn to his puzzled looking friend. 

“maybe i had a concussion and hit my head during a fight— maybe thats why i can’t stop thinking about her!” baku raised a finger in deep thought, sounding unnaturally enthusiastic. talking to himself.

“what? who? what are you talking about?” gotak questioned, even more confused with his friend. 

“gotak, what do i do?” humin groaned, rubbing his temple, “i can’t stop thinking about y/n.”

“good grief…” gotak sighed, looking down displeased with baku’s predicament, “so, what are you gonna do now? you gonna go look for her? then what?”

“then…” baku pondered for a moment and only came to a pit-stop, an image of your indifferent glare and an ingenuine smile while he fought with one of your henchmen, “i’m fucked.”

“fucked would be an understatement,” gotak hummed along.

“you’re not supposed to agree, prick.” baku scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“what am i supposed to say to a hopeless loser,” gotak shrugged nonchalantly. 

“tch. asshole.” humin sneered, earning a teasing laugh from gotak who pointed at him in ridicule. 

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after a month, another week passed, then three days. to humin, the peace felt foreign, yet that was all he ever fought for, so why did the quiet stillness bother him? He should be content and grateful that his friends were alright. but were you alright?

once the bell rang for dismissal, humin had taken the long way home, passing by the union hideout and the bowling alley where you usually stayed, tucked away in your office. your lackeys surrounded you everywhere you went, one on each side, left and right, front and back, and there was always a defeated one below you. the streets were empty with no one in sight and the sun had begun to set, the smell of earth clung to the walls of each cramped building. he recalled running down these exact paths with you, hand in hand as kids, racing to go everywhere and nowhere— to escape his father. lost in the labyrinth of his memories, humin hadn’t realized the footsteps approaching closer until he felt a sharp jab on his right shoulder, causing him to spin a full 180, facing all too familiar faces— the union members. 

“were you missing us or something, showing up here of all places?” a tall one with hands shoved into his pockets asked, stepping closer to humin. 

“I missed you real bad.” humin taunted, positioning himself, one foot in the front, two fists raised in defense. 

he was outnumbered, yes. but he was stronger. people had the habit of underestimating him because of his aloof nature and he took advantage of it to strike, using full strength. he had more stamina than anyone he fought. He dodged every punch that came at him, putting his arms up to block any that managed to hit him. he ducked below to punch on of the members on the knees, while swiftly swerving around to elbow another on the jaw. then, he hopped upwards to punch the tall one that spoke right on the nose, making a terrible cracking noise. 

the fight was a blur, he was one against four. humin somehow managed to keep up but exhaustion tugged at him, settling heavy in his bones, his breathing unsteady and rapid as he struck one after another. blood pooled in his mouth, streaking into his teeth. his vision blurred from the darkness, everything was too much and he stumbled backwards, losing his balance. the four men in front of him took that as an opportunity to bash him in the head. pound after pound, humin lost control, unable to defend himself against the four towering figures attacking him. they looked like horned demons mocking and laughing at him as he helplessly curled himself into a ball to evade getting kicked in sensitive areas. his ribs ached from the multiple hits and his lungs burned sour. 

“fuckfuckfuck—” baku shouted frantically, feeling pain overcome him and the strength getting leeched out of his body.

then a distant shout came from afar. a voice that strangely brought a sense of relief, rung through the narrow street, “stop it!” 

it was you. his friend he lost to violence. your voice sounded enraged. his ears were ringing in his head, not fully able to grasp what was happening. all he heard was loud thuds and pained yelps from your lackeys until footsteps trodded over to where he was lying, barely conscious.

“I told you not to touch him anymore,” you seethed towards the men on the ground.

you appeared before him, concern knitting your brows as you crouched down, your fingers slithering over the bruises on his face— was it tears that streaked your face or was it just the light playing with him? he couldn’t quite tell.

even through his blurred vision baku thought you looked beautiful, staring down at him, your finger still gently trailing down his jaw. a sniffle resounded. another. 

“humin, are you okay?” you asked shakily, worry lacing your voice as you grabbed him by the shoulder to hoist him up until he was leaning on you.

“y-you of all people shouldn’t be asking me that,” humin managed to grumble out, groaning in pain as you carried his weight out of the street. 

for a brief moment, he turned back to see the four union members sprawled out on the ground, bloody and injured. questions filled his mind. It was all too much— the pain and the thoughts. all of it. It was too much. humin closed his eyes, embracing the pitch black unconsciousness that suddenly drowned him.

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his face stung, breaking him awake from his restless, nightmarish sleep. he leaped up to see you sitting on a low-legged stool by the bed where he was laying. the room was cramped and stacked with abandoned furniture and books, a woody smell engulfing the four walls that held the two of you. Humin was undressed, shirtless, and only in his ripped pants. suddenly he felt to bare in front of you, turning away. 

why did you protect him?

“why did you bring me here? didn’t you send your guys to beat me. you should have left me out there.” he hissed, feeling the soreness on his knuckles.

“felt like it.” you answered, voice too warm and considerate as you placed a palm to his cheek to feel his body temperature, “you have a fever.”

“Answer me!” baku demanded, swatting your hand away from his face. the surprise and what looked like hurt in your eyes made baku stutter in regret, “w-why did you protect me?”

“because i still care for you, humin.” you answered, clasping your hands together to stop yourself from lingering closer to him. to touch him.

“liar.” humin snarled, shoving the blanket out of his way to sit up on the edge of the bed, wanting to get up and get away before he did something irreversible. 

“I mean it.” you said, placing a hand on his knee to stop him. keep him in place.

“you dont get to do this. Not after what you put me through—” baku’s nostrils flared as he composed himself to continue, “do you know how much i had to suffer because of you? my friends? my dads shop?”

as always, you stayed silent. listening and thinking an unusual look eclipsed over your eyes— a shade of a remorse and hurt fighting with the shade of indifference and cruelty. 

“but still i—” baku raised his voice, his hands pounding his bare chest as he argued, “still i couldn’t stop thinking about you. not for one moment.”

“humin—” you started but got cut-off. 

“I kept remembering our elementary school days, when we’d play outside till we both got scolded and how you’d always step in between my dad and i when he tried to hit me…how come— how come you’re also the one who sends those guys to hurt me?” the years of falling apart rushed up to him, tears brimming his eyes, threatening to slip out, “i just can’t understand, y/n. where did my best friend go? where did the girl i love go?” 

the word ‘love’ slipped out, challenging him, urging him to say more. humin took note of the slight shift in your expression, the softening of your features, the slouching of your shoulders, and the gape in your mouth. 

“I miss you.” he sniffled, wiping away the tears that fell down his cheeks, “i want to go back to how it used to be.” 

“trust me, i do too.” you said, voice low and sweet like he had always dreamed of, “i miss you way more than you’d ever know.” 

at that, humin froze, eyes wide to see the tears brimming your eyes. finally, after years of being far apart, he sees you up close. your once bright eyes were dull and tired. pain churned everywhere in him to see the light in you flickering out like a candle getting blown out.

you remove the hand on his knee to place it on his cheek to wipe away the stray tears as he stared at you dumbfounded and broken seeing you vulnerable and wavering. this wasn’t weakness nor defeat. this was a silent confession, a plea for warmth. you must’ve not felt it in so long since the look in your eyes turned from hurt to longing. to love. heat consumed humin and he gave in, leaning into your palm, closing his eyes to block out any other thoughts from coming at him. 

“I love you, humin.” you whispered, barely a sound, so hushed, “i really do.” 

“please don’t let this be a lie,” he knew you weren’t lying. he felt it in his bones.

“I love you,” you repeated, “but i chose a path in life that doesn’t allow me to love you the way i should. I thought, maybe if i forced you to join the union, i’d at least have you by my side but that was stupid, wasn’t it? aren’t i so selfish for doing that?”

“you could have talked to me, y/n—” humin’s voice broke off, seeing you wipe away your tears, steadying yourself, holding your chin high like you always do. 

“I’m too far gone for that.” you laughed bitterly under your breath, “i hurt you and the others too much already.” 

“y/n, we can change that, you still have time!” he sounded like a naive kid. 

“times ran out, humin,” you said, bringing your face close to him. eyes observing him greedily. you missed him so deeply it hurt to even look at him up close after all this time. after all the suffering.

“don’t do this, y/n. I can help you. please.” baku held your wrist, grip tight and desperate. 

you don’t allow him to speak anymore, to give you anymore false hope. It was your dream to leave everything behind and live normally with him but that was too far from your reach. It was too late for that when the damage was already done.

 to shut him up, you kiss him on the lips tenderly. with a passion you had never once had for anything ever. a passion you had reserved only for him. this was your last act of love for him. your ending performance before you let him go. with closed eyes, you deepened the kiss with a low whine until baku’s hands shot up to cup your cheeks to have more control. humin groaned from the pain all over his body, but ignored it to tilt his head to the side and kiss you harder— wishing the kiss would devour you and never let you stray away from him. 

you pulled away, lips parted with pants, looking lazily up at humin who was red and sweating. your fingers lingered around him, aching to stay, but you couldn’t take him along with you so you stood up, heart hardening like steel as you backed away from humin who looked as if he were about to chase after you. 

“y/n…” he started, trying to grab your wrist again, but you just smiled at him, creating that distance again. that distance he hated so much. 

“I love you, park humin.” you stated, turning your back to him, walking away from his life like you always did. but this time it was final because you wouldn’t come back just to walk away again. you were gone for good. for forever. 

like that, you were out of his life, disappearing with the darkness.

“I love you too.” humin said to nothing.