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hi ! welcome 2 my blog Ი⑅𐑼
i come here to write for and talk about my favourite fictional characters whenever i have the motivation !
the majority of the content i put out is for weak hero , but i do write for/talk about other kdrama's too ッ. my absolute favourite weak hero character is ahn suho , followed closely by na baekjin & yeon sieun !
other kdrama's (& movies) i have watched / will write for are : the glory ,, strangers from hell ,, daily dose of sunshine ,, boyhood ,, all of us are dead ,, squid game ,, unlocked ,, ballerina ,, brave citizen ,, love untangled ,, young adult matters ,, dear x && if wishes could kill !
( i only write 'character x reader' fics at the minute , but i do write for both male & female characters )
i am also a big fan of kpop ! my fave groups are : 2ne1 ,, aespa ,, p1harmony && even though they aren't kpop i'm going to include xg because i am OBSESSED with them at the minute. pls if u love any of them message me so we can rant and obsess over them together ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟
In which: Geum Seongje got himself a sunshine of a girlfriend...who just happens to be Yeon Sieun's twin? + an annoying Hyoman who seems to be just everywhere.
(NOTE: Unfinished one shot, since its been a long time since I wrote smth, I'm just trying it out)
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Its been known in the Union that the Geum Seongje, the wolf of Union got himself a girlfriend, at first they thought it was a joke, a misunderstanding, a rumor, specially after finding out that the girl they said is his girlfriend was a sweet looking one that cannot stop blabbing about everything in her mind, looks like she couldn't hurt a fly if she wanted to, let alone that she's second to Baekjin at the whole Yeo-il high school.
When they found out it's true, they thought the world was ending.
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"Aish, then he punched him in the face like--bam!--" She then animatedly swung her right hand against the air like she's punching something, while her left hand continues to cling on Seongje's hand, her pace unstoppable as she pulls him towards a building, three of his lackeys just behind them walking in a more calmer pace.
"You sound so amazed, do I have to punch somebody tonight too to keep you entertained?" Seongje asks making her glance at him with a shrug
"If someone bothers me you can" she playfully answers pulling a smile that reaches her eyes along with it as they finally arrive at the cybercafe, passing by a few Union guys sitting outside some even bowing as they pass by, with her yapping the world away, still holding onto him as she walks inside.
Its like watching an owner pull her dog on a leash, but no one dares to say it aloud.
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"Okay, now go away ,"--Seongje's bored voice was the first thing Hyoman heard when he entered the cyber cafe, passing by two guys who just finished talking to Seongje.
Hyoman's heart was already thumping hard against his ribs while a cold sweat runs down his forehead one bead at a time, slowly dragging down to his chin before it eventually drops to the floor, the place was loud from the fair amount of people that were smashing their keyboards and yelling over the games they're playing, yet in the row he walked up to:
Sat four people, three men he recognized as Seongje's lackeys and then Seongje himself. Though across Seongje's was a girl he doesn't recognise but stands out because of her neat gray uniform.
"Seongje--it's me Hyoman," He awkwardly announces himself, even pretending to be casually calm by placing an arm above the glass divider of the computer table beside Seongje.
But Seongje didn't even give him a glance instead he glances upfront where ____ is, he's still frustrated that she chose to sit across him to "avoid your gamer rage since I want to focus on the show I'm watching", as she said earlier, now only adding to the pent up frustration he has about how bad the game is going.
His eyes lingering as she suddenly lets out a contained squeal as she smiles from ear to ear, he guesses that the leads finally shares a kiss or whatever she finds fluttering for that soft heart of hers.
"Are you gaming?" Hyoman asks cutting off the amused smirk that was about to appear on Seongje's face as he clenches his jaw before going back to looking at the monitor.
"Speak," Seongje finally acknowledges him which gave Hyoman the greenlight to blabber about phones, how he needs till next week, how he's loyal and more, how he'll do his best, and how he wonders if Seongje can handle a guy named...Baku? but ____ couldn't even pick up much when the man occupying the table beside her started to be too...comfortable in her space.
At first it started with the guy accidentally kicking her side of the table when he got frustrated with the game he's playing, then it just kept happening, but now it followed with his elbow occasionally bumping on her chair's arm.
"Excuse me sir, can you please move a little, you've been bumping into me--" ____ lets out a whisper not wanting Seongje to hear her but she wasn't even given the chance to finish her sentence when the man cuts her off with a scoff.
'What the fuck?' She thought, her mouth hung open with an offended look on her face, she was about to complain again when the guy speaks up again, loudly.
"Are these Gen Z's playing ganster?" which Seongje heard but he was about to let it slide, he really would, but his already thin patience which he's really really trying to hold onto since she's here disappeared when the man decided to speak again:
"And you brat, just because your boyfriend is playing gangster doesn't mean you can talk to me casually okay?"--Now that, Seongje cannot wave off, cause when he glance back up at his girlfriend, her adorable smile earlier now none existent, with this sad look on her face replacing it instead really pisses him off and it snapped the little restraint he has on himself.
From there everything happened so fast than everyone can process. Seongje's chair skidded backwards as he stood up abruptly, even Hyoman scaredly steps back as Seongje walks pass him towards the other side of the row.
"What do you want?--" But Seongje didn't even let him finish as his hands grabs the man's hair and started slamming his head against the keyboard, one slam for how frustrated he is at his game, second slam for how this man placed a frown on his girlfriend's face, a third slam for how Union stresses him out, and a final fourth slam just for good measure.
Nobody, not even the guy in the counter bothered to call out his actions as Seongje lets out a breath as the man below him stops moving, with his violent urges fulfilled he looks up at _____ who sat wide eyed watching, he then pulled a wide chesire smile like an attempt to not scare her, which in contrast of how he looks at the moment anyone would make be scared of his crazed eyed, but weirdly enough it only made a blush crept on her cheeks.
Letting go of the man he's holding, Seongje then grabs ahold of her hand pulling her up before he went back to his row, "move," he grumbles to one of his lackeys that was sitting beside him, even kicking the chair when the guy moved slowly.
"Sorry," she mumbles as Seongje muttered for her to sit down. "Sit there," Seongje lets out an unaudible complain as he tried to go back to his game.
Meanwhile, Hyoman who was still there shook standing watching over everything that happened and how fast Seongje's mood changes.
"I think you're very busy Seongje--sorry, I'll get going" Hyoman softly excludes himself from the narrative making ____ look up and wave at him with a smile on her face, "oh, bye bye" making Hyoman bow at her before he immediately walks away.
"Who the hell was that?" Seongje asks no one as _____ softly hits him on the arm, " you don't even know who you're talking to most of the time are you?" she teased as she disregards the monitor in front of her and chose to watch him play instead.
Which made Seongje look at her with a smirk he's trying to stop from manifesting, "aish, watch your damn show already, gosh this is so frustrating"
Can you pls make a su gang form brave citizen fan fic like a smut one maybe like angry sex after an argument or him x reader as the reader being one of his main targets to bully but he kinda likes her so he’s obsessed w her ?
Han Su-gang | Making me a liar
Summary: You have to stop the monster and save your own skin… no matter the cost.
Warnings: +18, dark romance, yandere themes, heavy angst to smutty tension, bullying, psychological torture, rough make out, underage drinking, underage characters, power imbalance, emotional manipulation.
Note: English is not my first language so feel free to tell me if there are any mistakes.
The sound of the front door clicking shut echoes through the foyer, but you don't stop to listen.
You just clutch your backpack tightly against your chest and run. Your feet pound against the cold marble floor, which reflects the glaring light of the massive crystal chandelier hanging overhead. You don’t care about your surroundings, you just want to disappear.
"Miss? Are you alright? Would you like me to make you something to eat?" the voice of one of the maids calls out from the kitchen doorway.
You don't answer her, you don’t even dare to look back. You keep your head down, letting loose strands of hair fall over your face to hide your tear-stained eyes and flushed cheeks. Taking a deep breath, you take the stairs two at a time. Your legs are shaking, threatening to give out at any second, but panic fuels you with a frantic and desperate energy. Reaching the second floor, you bolt down the hallway lined with expensive paintings and antique vases.
What a bitter irony.
All this opulence, all your parents money, all the influence of a family that rubs shoulders with high society means absolutely nothing within the walls of Moo Young High. Money can't buy a shield against monsters made of flesh and bone… money can't stop Han Su-gang.
You burst into your room and slam the door shut with the weight of your body. Instantly, you turn the key in the lock. The metallic click echoes through the space, drawing a sharp line between the danger outside and your sanctuary. You collapse with your back against the wood, sliding down slowly until your knees fold completely and you’re left sitting on the plush carpet. Its only then, knowing you are completely alone, that everything shatters.
A choked sob rips from your throat, followed by a fresh torrent of tears that soak your face all over again. Wrapping your arms around your knees, you bury your head in them, curling up into a ball to take up as little space as possible, wishing with everything you have to be invisible again.
Invisible… you used to be so good at that.
Lifting your head for a second, you look around your bedroom… an immense and luxurious space. You have a massive bed with silk sheets, a walk-in closet packed with designer clothes you barely wear, a desk with a top-of-the-line computer and huge French windows looking out over the mansion's manicured gardens. Everything is pristine, spacious and ridiculously expensive.
Your parents are always buried in their business dealings and clearly think smothering you in luxury makes up for their eternal absence. To be fair, you’d always found it acceptable… that isolation allowed you to live a peaceful life both at home and at school. While the children of other wealthy families flaunted their wealth and turned themselves into easy targets, you had learned to blend seamlessly into the background of the classroom.
Nobody bothered you, nobody looked at you.
Su-gang’s dreaded clique had never once noticed your existence. You were just a ghost occupying a desk.
Until now.
A fresh shiver runs down your spine as the memory of today's stares flashes through your mind and you look down to see your hands trembling uncontrollably. Your school uniform feels like a cursed, contaminated garment. You rub your arms, desperately trying to erase the sheer terror you experienced just a few hours ago in the school corridors. The bullying had started out of nowhere, executed with the exact same cruelty they inflicted on all their victims. The snickering behind your back, the poisonous whispers, the "accidental" trips in the cafeteria and that suffocating weight in your chest from knowing that your every move was being watched by Su-gang’s lackeys.
The worst part wasn't the physical harassment, it was the psychological torture. The way they watched you, like a trapped prey, like they were just waiting for the exact moment the hunter decided to deliver the final blow.
You could feel Su-gang’s eyes burned into the back of your neck even when he wasn't in the same room. He had a sick fixation on you… a palpable, heavy obsession that hung in the air and choked you. Everyone at the academy knew that once Su-gang set his sights on you, your life was effectively over.
And everyone, absolutely everyone, steered clear of you as if you carried a contagious disease.
Nobody wanted to be next.
"Why?" you whisper into the empty room, digging your nails into the expensive carpet. "Why did I have to do it?"
You crawl clumsily toward your bed, seeking the comfort of the blankets and hugging a pillow as if your life depends on it. The silence of the cavernous mansion only sharpens your thoughts. Your mind drags you back in time, desperately searching for the exact moment of your ruin.
Squeezing your eyes shut, the darkness of your bedroom is replaced by the memory of the lounge. Neon lights drown out the neatness of your walls. The air turns thick and you can smell the pungent mix of alcohol, tobacco and expensive perfume. You see yourself standing at the entrance of that exclusive club in the city’s priciest district, feeling completely out of place in a dress your older sister, Chae-won, had forced you to wear.
"Oh, stop looking like you’re at a funeral!" she had yelled in your ear to be heard over the pounding bass, gently shoving you inside. "Nobody’s going to bite. It’s a private party, just relax and have a drink. Enjoy being young for once!"
Chae-won, always dazzling and surrounded by friends, vanished into the crowd a couple of minutes later, leaving you adrift. At first, you took refuge in a corner of the bar, ordering drink after drink to numb the social anxiety eating away at you. The alcohol went down smooth, sweet and treacherous. By the time you finished your fifth glass, the initial panic had melted away, replaced by a hazy warmth that dulled your senses and slowed your thoughts.
Your usual everyday shyness evaporated under the effects of the liquor. You felt light and giddy, as if floating in a bubble of false security. You actually gathered the courage to step onto the dance floor, moving to the rhythm of a song whose name you couldn't even remember.
That was when the space around you suddenly shrank.
A tall and broad frame positioned itself right behind you. Before you could even turn around, large and confident hands settled familiarly on your waist, pulling your back flush against his firm chest. A shiver shot through your body, but the alcoholic fog kept you from reacting with alarm… in fact, the contact felt dangerously good.
The stranger leaned down, brushing his lips against your earlobe as he whispered dirty words, laced with a bold and absolute confidence that made you gasp. His voice was deep, carrying a magnetic pull that ignited a spark of excitement in your lower stomach.
Letting yourself get carried away by the music, you spun around in his arms to face him, but the strobe lights and your own intoxication kept you from making out his features clearly. All you registered was a sharp jawline, dark eyes gleaming with intensity and a smirk that promised pure trouble. He took you by the hand and navigated through the crowd until you reached the VIP lounges.
You entered a spacious booth, where the outside noise was muffled behind thick panels of tempered glass. The boy sat down on the luxurious black leather sofa and gently pulled you onto his lap. You didn't care that there were other teens drinking and laughing at the table, the fog in your head was far too thick.
When his lips sought yours, you surrendered completely. The kiss was demanding and hungry, a tidal wave of sensations that made you lose your grip on reality while his hands tracked up your thighs with a wild possessiveness. You were right on the edge of total surrender when the real world crashed in in the most violent way possible.
"Hey, Su-gang!" one of the guys shouted from across the main table, waving a bottle. "The guys from the boxing club are downstairs! What do we do with them?"
The grip on your hips froze. The mystery boy broke the kiss with an annoyed sigh, pulling his lips just inches away from yours.
Su-gang.
The name echoed in your mind like a bucket of ice water and something clicked in your brain. The paralysis of the alcohol seemed to vanish for a split second under the pure adrenaline of the shock.
Su-gang… Han Su-gang.
Your mind reeled, connecting the dots at lightning speed. There was only one Su-gang in your universe. The boy straightened up on the couch, turning his back to you for a moment.
"Tell them to wait. Kick their ass if they act stupid. I'll be right down" he replied to his friend, thoroughly irritated.
When he finished speaking, he turned back to face you and under the VIP lights, you could finally see him clearly. The flawless face, the cruel gaze and the arrogant posture of the untouchable heir.
It was him.
The monster of Moo Young High. The most ruthless bully, the guy who ruined lives for fun and whom you had painstakingly avoided for years. And there you were, making out with him on a couch.
Su-gang leaned back down toward you, reaching out naturally to cup your face and resume what he was doing, assuming you would remain submissive under his touch. But sheer, unadulterated panic wiped out any trace of arousal. In a reckless burst of survival instinct and blind terror, you slammed both hands against his chest and pushed him with everything you had.
Su-gang never expected resistance from anyone, let alone a girl in a club, so the surprise factor sent him reeling backward, breaking his grip on your waist for a fraction of a second. You didn't waste a single beat. You scrambled to your feet, smoothing down your dress with trembling hands and bolted for the VIP exit.
As you burst through the glass door, you made the mistake of looking back for a split second and the scene was burned into your memory: Su-gang’s friends were frozen solid, glasses halfway to their mouths, staring at their leader with a mix of shock and contained amusement.
And Su-gang... Su-gang was sitting on the edge of the sofa, his hair slightly muscled up, glaring right at you. His face wore an expression of murderous fury, absolute disbelief and a obsessive glare that curdled your blood.
You had committed the worst possible crime in his world: you had defied him, rejected him and humiliated him in front of his people.
You spent the rest of the weekend locked inside your mansion, biting your nails to the quick, praying to whatever god existed that the alcohol had wiped his memory or that your status as the school's invisible girl would work in your favor.
He doesn't know me, you repeated like a protective mantra while staring at your ceiling on Sunday night. To him, I was just some random girl at a bar. At school, I wear glasses, keep my hair tied up and wear baggy clothes. He won't recognize me.
How stupid you were.
On Monday morning, you arrived at school and immediately felt the heavy atmosphere. As you walked past the main courtyard, Su-gang’s clique was there. He was sitting on a concrete table with his arms crossed and the exact moment you stepped into his field of vision, his dark eyes locked onto you. There was no doubt, no confusion. A slow, cruel and predatory smirk spread across his lips. He knew exactly who you were.
Hell unleased itself that very second.
Su-gang didn't touch you directly, but he set his attack dogs on you. He took his revenge using the exact type of harassment he mastered, but with an intensity the school had never seen before. The whispers started in the hallways. Every time you walked past, the guys in his group would let out mocking laughs, making loud and crude comments about "girls who think they're untouchable."
In the cafeteria, Min-si "tripped" into you, dumping an entire tray of hot soup all over your pristine uniform. When you looked up, you saw Su-gang watching the whole thing from the center table. He wasn't laughing… he was staring at you with a sick intensity that made it crystal clear: this is what happens when you embarrass me.
They hid your textbooks, defaced your desk with insults and shoved you into lockers. What used to be a peaceful life turned into a public execution and the worst part was watching Su-gang’s obsession grow with every passing day.
This wasn't the typical bullying they did to shake people down for cash… this was personal. He was obsessed with your rejection. He watched you during lectures, standing at the door of your classroom just to watch you squirm. He thrived on the absolute control he was exerting over your life, knowing you were paying dearly for pushing him back in that VIP room.
The memory of that night and the torment of the last two weeks blur together in your head, leaving you with an unbearable hollow feeling. Tomorrow is another school day… you'll have to walk through those doors again and face Han Su-gang’s gaze, knowing there is no way out of his web.
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To your dismay, morning comes and sunlight filters through the large windows of your room, but nothing can thaw the cold knot in your stomach.
As usual, your sister has already left, leaving you to eat breakfast alone in the deathly silence of the mansion. The ride in the family car feels like a convict's walk to the execution chamber. When the chauffeur pulls up in front of Moo Young High, you take a deep breath, trying to summon a courage you don't possess. You just want the ground to open up and swallow you whole.
The hours drag by. At lunch, you manage to hide in the restroom, so you get a free pass this time. During afternoon study hall, the classroom is wrapped in a tense silence. You’re focused on your notes, trying to tune out the outside world, when the harsh creak of the classroom door breaks the fragile peace.
Your head snaps up, your heart leaping into your throat.
Min-si is standing in the doorway. Her uniform is disheveled, her posture arrogant and she holds her phone in one hand while looking you up and down with pure amusement. The rest of the students immediately lower their heads, holding their breath. At this school, the presence of any of Su-gang’s lackeys in a classroom is synonymous with disaster.
Min-si walks slowly toward your desk and stops right in front of you. She rests a hand on the wood and leans in close, just enough so that only you can hear her.
"Su-gang is waiting for you in the gym" she says in a sickly sweet tone. "Right now."
Panic paralyzes your muscles. You sit rigid in your chair, staring blankly at the blackboard as the blood drains completely from your face. Your hands break out into a cold sweat under the desk. You genuinely consider sprinting for the exit, calling your chauffeur and fleeing to the safety of your mansion. You could pretend you got sick, fake a faint or do anything to avoid going to that place.
However, Min-si reads your mind effortlessly and lets out a dry laugh.
"Don't even think about running. It’ll be a hell of a lot worse for you if you leave" she adds, her voice stripped of any remaining mock-kindness. "Come on, move it."
You know she's right, you have no escape. If you run today, tomorrow's punishment will be twice as violent and Su-gang’s obsession will only fester.
With your legs visibly shaking, you stand up from your chair. You feel your classmates pitiful stares burning into your back as you walk toward the door. Deep down, you pity yourself too.
The walk to the gym feels eternal. Every hallway in the academy feels longer and darker than the last, the echo of your own footsteps drilling into your ears. When you finally reach the heavy double doors of the gymnasium, you freeze for a moment. Pressing your hands against the wood, you close your eyes and offer a silent prayer before pushing them open.
The gym is cast in shadows, illuminated only by the high upper windows that project long columns of dusty light onto the basketball court. The smell of stale sweat, leather and floor wax hits your nose, making you slightly nauseous.
At the far end of the facility, near the ring and the heavy bags, Han Su-gang is alone. He’s sitting on a wooden bench, unwinding the white wraps from his hands, dressed in athletic gear. He looks completely calm, a stillness that is far more terrifying than if he were screaming. The dangerous aura radiating from him entirely fills the empty gym, choking you from the moment you step inside.
The door clicks shut behind you and, at the sound, Su-gang snaps his head toward you. His dark eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that makes you want to bolt.
"You came" he says. "I thought you'd be stupid enough to keep me waiting."
You stand a few yards away from him, hands clasped in front of you, your breathing erratic. You say nothing, letting the silence between you stretch out, thick and heavy. Su-gang stands up slowly and walks toward you, rolling his shoulders to loosen them up. As he gets closer, you notice the tight set of his jaw and the tension in his neck.
Since this torture began, this is the first time you’ve had direct contact with him and, to your misfortune, he is livid. The calmness on his face is just a poorly constructed facade to mask a savage rage that has been brewing for weeks.
"Why?" he asks bluntly, stopping two paces away. His height forces you to look up.
You instantly know what he means. He isn't talking about the harassment, the ruined notes or the spilled soup… he’s talking about that Friday night. He’s talking about the lounge, the kisses and the shove you gave him in front of all his friends, making him look ridiculous.
But you stay silent. Your mind locks up under his proximity and you don't know how to answer. Any word feels like a death sentence. If you apologize, you admit you defied him… if you stay quiet, you only prolong his fury.
Your silence seems to be the final straw for his patience. You can tell he’s completely snapped when he rips the rest of the wraps off his hands and flings them to the side. Su-gang takes an aggressive step forward, looming over you threateningly and eliminating the space between you. He gets right in your face, forcing you to arch your back against thin air, cornering you with his sheer physical presence. You can feel his hot and rapid breath hitting your forehead.
"I asked you a fucking question" he growls, his fists clenching at his sides. "Why did you push me? Why did you run off like that? Who the fuck do you think you are?"
Panic closes off your throat. You see it in his eyes… he has an absolute need to break your resistance, desperate to reclaim the pride you wounded. You know that if you don't do something this exact second, the consequences will be physical and devastating. Your brain goes into survival mode, working at a thousand miles an hour.
You have to calm him down, no matter what.
You have to stop this wrath before it destroys you.
And then, in the middle of absolute terror, a lightbulb goes off.
A bold and desperate thought crosses your mind: you have to spin the story. You have to give him exactly what his massive and overinflated ego needs to hear to get yourself off the hook.
Swallowing hard, you force yourself to look up at him, shifting your expression from stark panic to something entirely different. You take a small step forward, voluntarily closing the distance he had enforced and let your lips tremble slightly as you spin the most well-timed lie of your life.
"Its just... it's just that I like you so much, I got nervous" you answer, your voice soft and timid.
Your words hang in the gym air, heavy and definitive.
Su-gang freezes completely. The fury on his face falters for a split second, replaced by genuine shock, his pupils dilating as he processes what he just heard. The school's most vicious bully finds himself staring at the one confession he never expected, but that his obsessive mind secretly craved.
"What did you say?" he asks, his tone dropping the aggression, turning noticeably raspy.
Seeing that the bait worked, you decide to lay the manipulation on thick so he buys it completely. You know perfectly well that he is so obsessed with you that his own ego will act as your greatest ally, it will force him to believe the lie because it’s the only explanation that saves his pride from the humiliation of rejection.
"It’s the truth..." you continue, dropping your eyes to his chest and nervously playing with your fingers. "Ever since I started at this school, I’ve always watched you from afar. You're... you're amazing, Su-gang. Everyone respects you and I always wanted you to notice me, but I was just the invisible girl at the back of the room. When you talked to me at the club, when you took me to that VIP room and kissed me... it felt like a dream. I thought I was going to faint from the shock."
You lift your head slowly, looking directly into his eyes, making sure he sees the apparent sincerity and adoration on your face.
"But when your friends started calling your name and my mind realized it was you… that the guy kissing me was the Han Su-gang... I panicked. I was so terrified that you'd mock me the next day at school for giving in so easily that I acted recklessly. I pushed you because I was dying of embarrassment and panic that you'd find out how much you affect me. I didn't want you to see me weak."
Su-gang listens to you in silence and you can see the exact gears shifting in his mind: his murderous rage dissolves, swallowed whole by a wave of narcissistic satisfaction. His chest swells subtly and his wounded ego finds a bandage in your submissive words. The obsession he felt for you is no longer the fallout of a humiliating rejection… now, it’s the result of your supposed devotion to him.
Su-gang wasn't rejected, he was wanted so badly it scared you into running.
A dangerous and low smirk curls on his lips. The edge doesn't leave him, but it’s instantly replaced by a thick, possessive sexual tension.
"So that's what it was..." he whispers, closing the tiny gap left between you. He reaches out and catches your jaw in a firm grip, forcing you to hold his gaze. "So the little classroom mouse was losing her mind over me."
"Yes..." you moan softly and blinking slowly, fully committing to the character that just saved your life. "Forgive me for making you angry this week, Su-gang. I didn't want to cause trouble for you."
"I forgive you" he says, nodding quickly. "But actions have consequences. You put me through a shitty week… I thought about you every damn second and now you have to make it up to me."
Before you can even breathe an answer, the built-up desire explodes in the gym. Su-gang grabs your face with both hands and smashes his mouth against yours in a fierce, biting kiss, loaded with pure rage and possessiveness.
The kiss is violent, moving like a continuation of your previous argument. His tongue invades your mouth demandingly, claiming what he considers his by right. You gasp at the sheer roughness of it, but your own body responds to the friction, your hands traveling up to his shoulders, clawing at the fabric of his shirt as you let yourself get dragged into the undertow of his dominance.
Su-gang lets out a raspy growl against your lips as he feels you kiss him back. Without breaking contact, he shoves you backward until your spine hits one of the concrete pillars of the gym. The impact knocks a soft breath out of you, which he immediately devours, deepening the kiss in a hungry and desperate manner.
His touch makes your head spin. One of his hands tangles into your hair, tilting your head to get a better angle, while the other tracks roughly down your body. His large fingers slide beneath your blouse, gripping the skin of your waist tightly, sliding possessively up your ribs as he handles you without a shred of modesty.
You cling to his arms, digging your nails into his biceps as you surrender completely. You know this submission is your greatest weapon and, at the same time, the source of the heat gathering between your thighs. Su-gang’s breathing is ragged, he is completely consumed by the obsession you chose to feed just to save yourself.
His lips drag down your jawline and begin to bite at the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving marks that will absolutely give you away. But suddenly, the loud screech of the heavy gym doors swinging open shatters the heat in the room.
"Hey, Su-gang! The guys are… " Moon-ki’s voice booms through the space, cutting himself off dead in his tracks as he registers the scene.
You go rigid instantly, your heart leaping from pure fright. You try to pull away, but Su-gang barely shifts. He takes a couple of agonizing seconds to slowly let go of your neck, exhaling a long breath. He turns halfway, effectively blocking you with his broad body to shield your disheveled uniform from his friend’s sight.
"What the fuck do you want, Moon-ki?" Su-gang growls. "Don't you know how to knock?"
Moon-ki blinks in surprise, looking at his friend and then trying to peek around to see who you are, though his leader's protective and threatening stance keeps him from seeing a thing. He holds his hands up in apology, letting out a nervous chuckle as he realizes he interrupted something big.
"Sorry, man, didn't know you were... occupied" Moon-ki says, taking a step back toward the exit. "The principal is looking for you in the main office about that cafeteria report. Said for you to get up there right now. I'll wait outside."
Moon-ki exits quickly, slamming the doors behind him and plunging the gym back into silence.
Su-gang runs a hand through his hair, frustrated by the interruption and tries to steady his breathing with his back to you. However, before fixing his clothes or walking out, he spins around sharply and corners you against the pillar again, trapping a strand of your hair between his fingers.
"You got lucky that idiot walked in" he whispers right against your ear. "But starting tomorrow, things are changing. Nobody is going to lay a single finger on you or bother you ever again. You’re mine now. Don’t you forget it."
You stand perfectly still as he turns on his heel and leaves the gym. Straightening your blouse with trembling hands, a small smile plays on your lips in the dim light, knowing the danger has passed.
You actually did it.
You played the most feared monster in school like a fiddle and came out unscathed, turning his wrath into a secret obsession. Starting tomorrow, the invisible girl is going to have the king of the school watching her back.
You get into a fight, and Seong-je is left to patch up your bruises when normally the roles are reversed.
ᯓ fluff I wc : 2.0k I established relationship
ᯓ➤ swearing, mild violence
Not proofreading because im really lazy so apologies for any repetitive wording, grammar mistakes, etc.
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Shoes hitting the ground firmly and preciously, you walked down the street, a few feet away from your house.
The atmosphere was cloudy and gloomy. It was a clear indication that it was going to start pouring soon along with the sound of roaring thunder and small purplish streaks of lighting can be seen within the fluffy clouds.
As much as you enjoyed the rain, now was the worst time of the day for it. You felt anger coursing through your veins still.
Every little thing seemed to boil your frustration even more, indulging into the fact that you got into a very unpleasant fight on your way home from girls who envied you.
You couldn’t bother less to understand or know why.
So, after a very unnecessary fight, you continued your way to your house with messy and tangled hair, bruised knuckles, and wrinkled clothing.
Not only did you look like a mess, you also felt like a mess. Admittedly, you wanted to cry.. Like a soda bottle that’s being violently shaken up and due to the amount of pressure the inside is holding, it blows up the lid and all of the liquid pours out like a waterfall uncontrollably.
Life was stressful, and the stupid fight that you were forced into did not help, in fact, it made things worse for you. All it gave you was a sore body, bruised knuckles, and anger that had nowhere to go.
You continued walking, your hands slapping your face in irritation at the reoccurring memories, you wiped your tears rather aggressively and took a deep breath, not bothering to acknowledge the slight heat that was forming onto your cheeks and forehead from the pressure of your hands.
Finally reaching your home, you opened the door and entered. You sighed, letting the air hit your lungs while kicking your shoes off and throwing your backpack carelessly against the wall.
Both of your parents were at work, so it was just you in the home.
Which is what you thought.
When you finally got inside, your face twisted into confusion within the sight that beholded in front of you.
In the living room of your home was your boyfriend, Geum Seong-je.
He sat on the soft cushions of your sofa, the sound of cartoony voices with sound effects coming from the video game on his phone that was in his grip. When he saw you come through the door and saw the state you were in, he was a bit taken back to say the least. Not because you were hurt, but because you looked like you got jumped by wild animals.
So of course, he laughed.
“You look like shit,” He snickered, making fun of you.
“What are you doing here?” You asked.
“I wanted to stop by, see how you were doing.” He told you, turning his head away from you and onto his phone.
The front of the sofa was facing away from you, so Seong-je’s back was toward you.
You grumbled before you made your way towards the bathroom. The thought of what happened earlier flashed through your mind and you can feel your body tensing up. Normally you would’ve told him to shut up humorously, but considering the events of today, you couldn’t care less.
“What happened?” Seong-je asked you before he himself got up, following you into the bathroom.
You smack your lip, “Got into some stupid fight.” You quickly told him, not wanting to think about it much longer.
He hummed amusingly.
Once the both of you were in the bathroom, you reached over to open up the cabinet before Seong-je grabbed your wrist. “Let me,” he said, placing your arm back to your side.
“Suit yourself.”
Obediently, you sat on top of the toilet lid, hands resting on your lap with the sight of knuckles bruised with a red that was slowly fading into a dull purple tone, along with crusted dried blood sitting on top. Not only that, a small cut also ran across your cheek.
As you wait patiently for Seong-je, you can feel your entire body aching sorely. Brushing aside the uncomfortable pain, you sat silently, listening to the sound of plastic bottles and products being shuffled around the inside of your cabinets by your boyfriend.
“Thought you hated fighting?” Seong-je questioned you as he searched for a bandage wrap tape, holding a cloth–wrapped bag.
“Dont.” You started sharply.
Your boyfriend laughed at your half-assed threat.
Your leg started bouncing up a bit at the reoccurring memories of earlier, and you could feel your eyes slowly burning up and throat tightening.
The feeling of your eyes slowly pricking up with water snapped you back into reality. Jaw tightening as you got lost in your thoughts. You were angry. So why were you getting teary-eyed?
One thing you disliked about yourself was how you cried when you felt any sort of outrage. It could be mistaken as weakness and you despised that. You weren’t weak, crying doesn’t mean you’re weak or sad.
Right?
Suddenly, you felt a soft tap on your shoulder. Looking over, you spot the cloth that was wrapped around the pack of ice being held out for you. Your boyfriend's gaze was still on the cabinet, not bothering to look at you considering he wanted to get this over with.
“Take it.” He commanded.
Reaching out to grab it, your fingertips immediately feel the cold, freezing sensation of the ice cubes. Once the bag was in your hands, you placed it on top of your knuckles, shivering at the frosty feeling that was now touching your skin.
“Not so much of an angel anymore, huh?” He clicked his tongue before shutting the cabinet. A bandage tape was held in the palm of his hand whilst he turned his body to face you. He took a brief second to scan his eyes over you and your knuckles before scoffing at you.
You didn’t say a word, not building up the courage to. Your emotions were still brewing up inside you, and a single slip up could have them spilling everywhere, so you weren’t willing to take the risk.
“Stand up.” He told you.
Obliging, you slowly push yourself off the toilet lid, and immediately your legs enveloped in a sore ache. Your eyes remained glued onto the floor, not wanting to look up in fear of bursting into tears.
Seong-je’s index finger went underneath your chin and turned your head up, making you look at him. You both stared at each other, his eyes having something unreadable swimming within them.
You knew he could see how upset you were. The way your eyes locked onto his and how glossy and vulnerable they looked.
He shook his head in a mocking disapproval way, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek before pulling the cloth with the ice bag away from your bruises and started wrapping them in bandages.
“Don’t get into any more fights.” He spoke out softly, making sure he didn’t say anything that would snap the final string of your waterfall.
“Ironic coming from you.” You mumbled.
“It’s different.”
“How so, huh?”
“How about you shut that mouth of yours, huh?” He mocked you, making you roll your eyes.
Once he was finished wrapping your hand injuries, he made sure to clean the cut on your face with an antibiotic and placed a bandaid on top.
As he was making sure to put everything back in their original spot, you stood there patiently. “Thank you, Seong-je.”
He gave you a small ‘mhm’.
Your eyes made way onto your patched—up, beaten knuckles.
Usually things would go the other way around, Seong-je would come home to you with bruises and small minor injuries and you were left to be the one who patched him up. Cleaning his wounds and bandaging them up as you scolded him for getting into another pointless fight.
Even with all the union stuff, he still made sure to slightly keep down the fighting even if it took lots, and you mean lots of convincing.
Once he was done putting your products back into their original place, he turned his head to you.
“What made you jump at them?” He asked curiously, referring to the very obvious fight you had earlier.
Grumbling, you look away. “I didn’t.”
“What?”
“They hit me first.” You spoke, placing your hands into the pockets of your hoodie.
Seong-je stood there for a second before he made a small ‘hm’ sound, slight possessiveness hidden behind it.
He didn’t like the thought of people touching you, let alone let people hurt you. Normally he would push back the feeling, but when it came to someone injuring you, that was a different story.
“Let me fuck them up.” Seong-je abruptly said.
You scoffed, “Yeah, no Seong-je.” Quickly disapproving the idea.
Regardless if you said no, you knew he was still most likely going to find them and gouge out their eyeballs.
You sighed in defeat knowing you really can’t control your boyfriend for the most part. Your gaze was now shifting from him and towards your shower.
A hot steamy shower session did sound nice at the moment.
A sudden touch was on your shoulder, and when you looked back Seong-je was wrapping his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder.
Smiling, your hand raised up to his hair, massaging his head as you felt the rims of his glasses tickling your neck.
“Be careful next time.” He murmured, staying completely still, not wanting to move. “If you get your shit rocked again I’m not helping.”
You giggled, knowing that he didn’t actually mean that. If you did get beaten the shit out of you, he would most likely be on a mission to kill someone. “You got it.”
Seong-je tapped your hip lightly, signaling that he wanted to grab your attention, you hummed at the gesture.
One of his hands left your waist and he dug into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out his phone. “Wanna see a picture of this guy that I beat the hell out of earlier?” He proudly asked, and whenever you told him no he completely dismissed your words and still insisted on showing you.
His arm went around your waist once again with his phone in hand, raising the technology device up to your face.
“What did this one do?” You quired, your eyes going onto the boy's bruises as he was slumped over a fence.
“Baek-jin sent me to recruite a new school top dog, and he decided to one up me like a fucking moron.” He chuckled, looking at the picture from your shoulder.
You shook your head in a dramatic disapproval manner, “Not surprised. You see red when you're mad.”
Seong-je’s free hand made its way towards your cheek, pinching it in which earned him dramatic squeals of ‘ow’s and hisses in pain from you. It was like he was telling you to shut up.
“You done?” He asked before letting go of your cheeks, a satisfied smile playing on his face.
“Jerk.” You groaned, placing your hand onto your face to soothe out the area that was previously being pinched.
Your boyfriend's lips made their way to your neck, pressing a small kiss. “Can we go lay down.” He asked.
“I have to shower, I smell.” You said to him.
“So?” He questioned, unbothered.
You gave him a look of your own, “So let me shower.”
“Im giving you twenty five minutes and if you aren’t out the bathroom by then I’m breaking down your door.”
“Oh my god, okay deal, now go.” You waved your hands outward at him, signaling him to get out as he got off you and stepped back, ready to head out.
He chuckled, pushing his glasses back on the bridge of his nose and giving you a smug smile before walking out and shutting the door behind him, letting you give yourself the therapy your sore body yearned for.
ugh i miss it here so bad. i feel like weak hero tumblr fics lowkey fell off :/ i used to wake up to 5-10 new fics and now it’s like 1 or 2 on a good day i hate it (｡•́︿•̀｡)
i want to start writing again BUT first i wanna redo my whole account, like everything about it. it’s looked the same for so long now i am so bored of seeing the same stuff :c
AND before i write any weak hero fics i am getting the strangers from hell fic out that got requested like 3 months ago because oh my god i am so sorry to the anon who is still waiting i swear it would’ve been out a lot sooner but my body has just been attacking me non stop for like a whole month !!!
i don’t want to make any promises about when it will be out because whenever i make an estimated guess something always seems to get in the way but just know it’s 100% the priority rn („• ֊ •„)
i’m so excited to get back to writing i hope ur all still around to see what i come up with :D
( btw whilst i was gone i watched if wishes could kill it was sooo good omg. && ive been none stop listening to xg they’ve become my new fave group fr. )
helloo ! sorry to bother u but can you make a whc fluff of reader having an injury ( like a broken leg perhaps ? ) and how the boys would take care of them ? thank u so much !
───〃★ treacherous doctor | weak hero boys x gn! injured reader
♪ now playing: treacherous doctor - wallows ♫
Warnings: Blood, language, fluff
Word count: 2.5k
Featuring: Yeon Si-eun, Ahn Su-ho, Seo Jun-tae Go Hyun-tak, Park Hu-min, Geum Seong-je, Na Baek-jin
Note: Never be sorry for "bothering me". Ily guys. + I had a similar anonymous request, so I made a two in one :)
masterlist whc masterlist rules
ᯓ★ Yeon Si-eun broken leg
⭑ Si-eun notices there's something wrong before you even say anything about it.
⭑ If the two of you are close, he'll immediately bring it up, asking if you're alright in that quiet tone of his.
⭑ He's worried, knowing that most people he cares for end up getting hurt by his enemies, but once he finds out it was an injury from an accident, he settles down.
Si-eun's eyes avert from his textbook when he notices you walk into the classroom with a set of crutches.
"Are you okay?" Si-eun asks quietly, staring up at you from his seat. "What happened?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." You stop in front of him, shifting all of your weight on your good leg.
"I'm...sorry." he apologizes quietly, eyes zeroing in on your broken leg.
You tilt your head, confused. "Why're you sorry?"
Si-eun's gaze lifts back up to you, scanning you in a calculating manner. Si-eun tries to figure you out without having to ask.
"It's my fault you're hurt, like last time." his hand clenches onto the pen he was holding. "This is why I told you to stay away."
You're puzzled, trying to piece together how Si-eun could possibly be related to you falling down the stairs and breaking your leg, until it finally clicks. He thinks you got hurt through association.
"Oh, no! That's not it at all!" you quickly dismiss his earlier assumption. "I fell down the stairs and hurt my leg. It's not you, Si-eun."
Si-eun is physically dumbfounded, as seen on his face. The poor boy has gone through so much trauma that he can't help but think everything is his fault.
⭑ Si-eun's way of taking care of you includes a lot of commands. "Don't move", "keep your leg elevated, "sit down, I'll get it for you".
⭑ He will get you whatever you need from the store if you ask.
⭑ He will scold you and get irritated if you're constantly going against him. He will let out the deepest sigh from the depths of his soul when he comes back into your room to see you out of bed.
⭑ Takes advantage of your bedridden injury and forces you to get school work done since you really don't have anything else important to be doing.
ᯓ★ Ahn Su-ho busted lip
⭑ When Su-ho notices your split lip, there's immediate anger. His first assumption was that someone had hit you.
⭑ Su-ho is usually very laid-back, but seeing that you're hurt in any way worries him greatly. You've never seen him so pissed off before.
⭑ He inspects every area of your face, continuously asking who did that to you.
⭑ When you tell him it was an accident and that you busted your lip when you fell, he immediately chills out, acting like he wasn't on the verge of a crash out.
"What happened to your face?" You didn't get a chance to properly enter the classroom when Su-ho was already in front of you.
His hand flies to your chin, tilting it upwards to inspect the wound.
"Damn it..." he grunts.
"It looks worse than it actually is," you try to calm him down.
"Who hit you?" he drops his hand, staring down at you with a fiery intensity in his eyes that demands to know who put their hands on you.
"Su-ho, I'm fin-"
"Who was it?"
You started to get annoyed. He wasn't taking the time to listen to your explanation because he was so sure someone laid their hands on you.
“Nobody hit me.”
He scoffs. “Mhm.” That was not the response of someone who believes you.
You fight back a blush threatening to form on your face, embarrassed. “I was walking up the stairs and missed a step. I tripped and... I fell on my face.
His eyes narrow slightly. "You fell on your face?"
You nod, not wanting to speak about the unfortunate event any further. He stares back for another second before loosening his grip a little, slowly rubbing your arms.
“…That’s... embarrassing,” he mutters.
“You thought someone punched me.”
He shakes his head, as if offended. “I didn’t say that.”
“You literally asked who hit me.” You try to sneer, but the cut on your lip only amplifies the pain by nearly a tenfold.
“See?” he says, suddenly gentler. “Stop moving it.”
He reaches over the table and grabs his bag, where he keeps his belongings. He seemed to carry around an ointment, which isn't much of a surprise considering the escalation of physical fights he's been getting into ever since he started hanging around Yeon Si-eun.
“You’re lucky it wasn't worse," he warns, squeezing the ointment on his thumb and gently rubbing it against your wounded lip. "You could've broken something."
“I know.”
“And maybe watch where you’re going next time?" he sighs, rubbing the excess on his pants. "Seriously, getting to class can't be that exciting."
⭑ He continues to nag you about not watching where you were going.
⭑ Continuously checks on the state of your wound, making sure you don't bother it.
⭑ If your wound keeps re-opening, forcing him to continue placing the ointment on it, he demands that you pay for another tube (jokingly).
ᯓ★ Seo Jun-tae scraped knee
⭑ The two of you are walking home together after school when you stumble and fall, scraping your knee. It's bleeding, causing you great pain.
⭑Jun-tae initially panics, startled by how much your knee was bleeding.
⭑Being Jun-tae, he, of course, already had supplies in his bag. Not only because he knows to always carry necessities in case of an emergency, but because he has to treat his own wounds from time to time, being a victim of bullying.
"Ah!" Jun-tae exclaims in surprise as he witnesses you fall, landing on your knees.
You wince, slowly getting up and sitting on the curb as you examine the wound. It was nasty. Your skin had scraped off, bleeding and forming blisters.
"Oh, wait—hold on!" his hands scramble to pull his bag off of his shoulders.
Jun-tae sits next to you, quickly shuffling through items before finally pulling out Neosporin ointment and a band-aid. He pulls out a tissue from his tiny tissue package.
"Can I...?" Jun-tae asks softly, slowly raising the tissue towards your scrape.
When you nod, he gently wipes away the blood.
"This might hurt," he warns, focusing as he gently dabs the Neosporin ointment onto your wound.
You wince, grinding your teeth.
"Sorry...!" he quickly apologizes, but knows this is how to help you, so he applies more.
He seals it up with the bandage, making sure to collect all of the trash.
"How do you feel?" he asks, in which you just smile.
"Much better. Thank you, Jun-tae."
⭑ Continuously asks how you feel as the two of you carry on your walk home.
⭑ Still worried about you despite cleaning your wound.
⭑ Tells you to be more careful next time. Even if you aren't, he'll be there to help you.
ᯓ★ Go Hyun-tak injured knee
⭑ Much like Su-ho, he's immediately irritated that you're hurt.
⭑ If it was an accident, he's pestering you. If someone hurt you, it wouldn't be long before he was out the door, jumping whoever did that to you.
"What the hell happened to you?!" Hyun-tak asks, immediately all up in your face when you walk in with a limp.
He looks you up and down before pointing to a nearby chair.
"Sit down." he demands, in which you don't really have a choice but to listen.
He assesses your injury and sees you've hurt your knee. His jaw clenches, trying to regulate his temper.
"Who did this to you?" he asks under his breath.
"It was Hyo-man again."
You didn't get to say another word before he was up and out of the room.
⭑ When Hyun-tak takes care of you, he's quite annoying. He nags at you when you're moving around when you're supposed to be resting.
⭑ He'll carry your bag for you when the two of you are walking home. Also walks slower, so he's not leaving you in the dust.
⭑ Gets you lunch at school so you don't have to get up.
⭑ He's been there before, so he tries to spend every moment with you, knowing how lonely it felt dealing with the pain alone.
ᯓ★ Park Hu-min dislocated shoulder
⭑ Hu-min is a very unserious and happy person, so you're surprised by how serious he got when you showed up in the club room with obvious pain displayed on your face.
⭑ At first, he thought you were being dramatic until you moved your arm wrong and let out a sound of discomfort.
"You look awful." Hu-min says it automatically while walking over, still half-smiling. Then he notices the way you’re clutching your shoulder. His smile drops almost immediately.
“…Oh. Wait.”
You try straightening up, but pain shoots through your shoulder hard enough that your expression twists before you can hide it. Hu-min noticed your face instantly.
“Okay, nope. Don’t do that.”
Once in a blue moon, there’s no teasing in his voice. He moves beside you quickly, one hand hovering near your back while he looks carefully at the way your shoulder sits unevenly.
“Is it dislocated?”
“I think so.”
“Yeah, that’s disgusting.”
He moves something that lets out a pop.
“There you go,” he says immediately, quieter now. “Keep doing that instead of panicking.”
Even while joking, he’s already helping support your arm carefully so it stops pulling painfully against the joint. The second time he moves something, it actually hurts. You give him an annoyed look.
“Sorry. Sorry.”
He adjusts your arm position slower this time, but it still hurts like hell. You breathe out shakily, trying not to move it too much. Hu-min notices your hand trembling and lightly bumps his shoulder against yours.
“Hey,” he says. “You’re okay.”
“…Still super weird-looking, though.”
⭑ He keeps talking about random stuff, hoping it'll distract you from the pain.
⭑ Also carries your bag for you.
⭑ Visits your home to help you out with chores you no longer have the ability to do.
ᯓ★ Geum Seong-je sprained ankle
⭑ He thought it was a little funny at first.
⭑ Your whining and curses were amusing until you tried to get up and walk. You were genuinely struggling.
⭑ He wasn't going to make a big deal out of it until you tripped and nearly fell on your face. He caught you, obviously.
“You're walking like an old man.”
Seong-je sounds genuinely entertained while watching you limp toward him.
“Can you shut up?” you curse at him under your breath.
“Oh, so it’s serious.”
You try taking another step and instantly regret it when pain shoots through your ankle hard enough to throw off your balance. Before you can fully stumble, Seong-je catches your arm.
“…Damn. You actually hurt yourself.”
“I’m fine.”
“Yeah, obviously.” His tone carries heavy sarcasm, but he still keeps a hand on your arm while looking down at your ankle. It was badly swollen.
"What the hell did you do?" he kneels down, looking at it. “You’re not walking on that.”
“I literally am right now.”
“Barely,” he says as he stands back up. "You're walking like you have shit up your ass."
You snatch your arm away, trying to prove a point by walking away, just to yelp in pain when you put too much weight on your swollen ankle.
Seong-je stares at you for one long second before sighing dramatically.
“You’re annoying.”
Then he grabs your bag right off your shoulder.
“Sit down before you break the other one too.”
Despite the insults, he guides you toward somewhere to sit, staying close enough that you can lean against him if your balance slips again.
“You know this ruins my image too, right?”
You blink. “How?”
“If people see me hanging around you when you're like this, it reflects badly on me.”
You snort despite your annoyance. Seong-je smirks slightly, clearly satisfied he got you distracted for a second. But even while joking, his hand stays lightly around your ankle to stop you from moving it wrong again. He's been hurt many times during fights, and he cares about you. He doesn't want you in pain.
⭑ He keeps making jokes about your predicament.
⭑ Calls you nicknames. "Trip McGee", "Hoppy"
⭑ Sent you a meme on iMessage, "I Broke My Ankle And All I Got To Show For It Was A Big Ass Forehead".
⭑ He never says he's concerned, but he'll do little things for you like bring you whatever takeout he's eating, bring you your cravings when you're immobilized, carry your bag.
ᯓ★ Na Baek-jin concussion
⭑ When you hit your head, Baek-jin let out a sigh that came from deep inside his chest.
⭑ His day already wasn't going according to plan, and now you're injured?
“Look at me.”
Baek-jin crouches slightly in front of you, eyes fixed on your face while you try to blink away the dizziness.
“How many fingers?” he holds up a set of fingers.
“…Two.”
“It’s three.”
“I’m okay,” you mumble automatically. "Just a little bump."
“No, you’re confused.
You try standing anyway, only for your balance to tilt sideways immediately.
Baek-jin catches your shoulder before you can fall again.
“Sit down.”
“I can walk.” you argue.
“You almost fell standing still.”
You immediately sat back down. Seong-mok and Dong-ha walked in after being called in for a check-in, but Baek-jin doesn’t even look at them.
"Get out."
Baek-jin ordered the two, in which they looked confused before leaving without a word.
“Headache?”
“Mhm." you hum.
Baek-jin sighs, blinking once. "Use your words."
"Yes." you fix.
“Nauseous?”
“Just a little bit.”
His jaw tightens slightly before he exhales quietly through his nose. “Don’t fall asleep.”
You glance at him weakly. “Bossy.”
“Bossy?” he asks flatly. “You hit your head. You don't have the privilege to make choices for yourself."
⭑ He keeps you awake, not letting you close your eyes once. You shut them briefly, telling him you were just "resting your eyes" and he got mad. It's safe to say you were too scared to even blink.
⭑ Tells you not to let it happen again.
⭑ Checks your symptoms over time to see how you're doing.
⭑ Baek-jin is already a quiet individual, so his office is where you spend most of your time since it's quiet and theres no sound to add onto the concussion.
⭑ However, if the union members in the bowling alley are being too loud, he'll silence them for you.
i am so sorry my activity lately has been up and down and just all over the place. i’ve been dealing with a few different health annoyances (nothing crazy literally just finding out i have asthma && one of my wisdom teeth coming through its a killer omg) so all i’ve been doing lately is laying in bed and feeling sorry myself ( ` ᴖ ´ ) with absolutely no motivation to write.
i can’t promise anything is coming soon but i am posting this to say that i am still here and am not planning on abandoning this account at all !! i still adore weak hero & writing for the characters, just need to find the motivation again (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) ‹𝟹
note: We all love a bad boy, he kinda scary tho. (the way I nearly have a heart attak when seonje appeared in the hospital where suho was, jumpscare fr) xoxo
The final bell had rung long ago, and yet the school halls hadn’t emptied as quickly as they usually did. Students lingered in small groups, dragging out conversations, laughing a little louder than necessary, anything to delay stepping outside. You understood the feeling all too well, though for very different reasons.
Your steps were slow, your bag hanging loosely from your shoulder as you made your way toward the exit. It wasn’t that you had anywhere else to be, it was the opposite. You knew exactly what was waiting for you outside. Or at least… you had a very strong suspicion.
And, as it turned out, you were right.
He was there.
Seon-je stood just beyond the gates, leaning against the wall like he had all the time in the world, a cigarette resting between his fingers. Smoke curled lazily into the air as students passed by, their voices lowering, their steps quickening. Some dared to glance at him, but only briefly, their curiosity always outweighed by caution.
Everyone knew who he was, everyone knew better than to get too close. For a moment, you considered doing exactly what they were doing, keeping your head down, walking straight past him, pretending you hadn’t noticed him at all. It would’ve been easier.
But the thought didn’t last, because deep down, you already knew the truth. Nothing ended unless he decided it did, and ignoring him wouldn’t make him disappear, it would only make things worse.
So you exhaled slowly and forced your feet to move toward him instead.
The moment you got close enough, he straightened, dropping the cigarette and crushing it under his shoe without a second thought. His hand came up to adjust his glasses in a careless motion, but his gaze was anything but careless as it settled on you.
“Why did you leave so late?”
No greeting, no softness. Just a question, direct and expectant, like you owed him an answer.
“Hi to you too” you replied, your tone edged with irritation.
He didn’t react, didn’t even acknowledge it. He just kept staring at you, waiting, and that silence was more pressuring than if he’d raised his voice. “It was eight minutes,” you added after a moment, your patience already thinning. “Someone borrowed my notes.”
He nodded slowly, his lips pressing together as if that explanation made sense, pretending it.
“And that someone… is…?”
He was testing you, for the way that he asked it, dragging out the words, made it clear he wasn’t just curious.
You didn’t answer, because there was no right answer to give. Lying would only make things worse when he inevitably found out. But telling the truth… that felt just as dangerous.
A quiet chuckle slipped from him, low and humorless “I’m going to kill him.”
The words were said so casually, so matter-of-fact, that something in your chest tightened, not out of fear, but frustration.
“You know what? fuck you” you muttered, your voice sharp despite how low it was, already turning away before he could respond.
You didn’t even think about where you were going, you just needed distance, or anything that wasn’t him. Your steps quickened, your frustration carrying you until the noise of the street faded behind you, replaced by the quieter space of an alley you hadn’t even meant to turn into.
But his hand grabbed your shoulder, firm. You barely had time to react before you were pushed back, your spine hitting the wall as he stepped into your space, too close, too sudden. “What did you say?” His voice was low, but there was something sharp underneath it, something that made your pulse spike.
His eyes locked onto yours, his brow furrowed deeply, like he couldn’t quite believe you had actually said it. “Is your fucking phone a fucking ornament?” he snapped, irritation slipping through now. “Or were you too busy with your fucking little friend to fucking answer?”
He was pissed. Your jaw tightened immediately.
“You’re not going to tell me who I can or can’t hang out with,” you shot back, your voice rising despite yourself. “Gotak is...”
“I don’t give a shit who he is,” he cut in sharply, his expression hardening even more at the mere mention of the name. “I don’t want you anywhere near him.”
“I don’t care what you want,” you fired back, your frustration finally spilling over completely. “I’m fed up, Seon-je, tired. All you do is treat me like I belong to you, like I’m something only you can have! what's wrong with you?”
The words hung in the air between you, heavier than anything you’d said before, and yet, even as you said them, you felt that pull. Everything about him was wrong. The fights, the anger, the control...he was trouble in every sense of the word, something you should’ve stayed far away from.
And still… it was him.
Because for every moment like this, ugly, tense, suffocating...there were others, quieter ones, softer ones. Moments where his touch wasn’t rough, where his voice dropped into something almost gentle, where being close to him felt like the safest place in the world.
“Is this what I get for trying to protect you?” he shot back, his voice rising now, frustration bleeding through. “You’re only safe with me. I can protect you from everything, I want to. I want you to be with me. I want you to only want me. Is that wrong? am I fucking crazy for that?”
You shook your head quickly, your hands clenching at your sides. “That’s not the issue, and you know it,” you said, your voice strained now, caught between anger and something far more complicated. “Stop twisting shit”
But he didn’t care about that, he never cared about the full argument, only the part that mattered to him...being right, and keeping you at all costs.
“Is it wrong to want you to only want me?” he repeated, quieter this time, a low tone that freeze you in place. His gaze sharpening, locking onto yours like he was waiting for something important.
“…No.” that word came out softer than you intended..
He exhaled, the tension in his shoulders easing just slightly as his hands came up to your face, cupping it in a way that felt almost too gentle after everything that had just happened.
“I just want it to be the two of us,” he murmured, his voice calmer now, steadier. “You have to listen to me.” He leaned in just enough to press a brief kiss to your forehead, the gesture so unexpectedly soft that it made your chest tighten.
“You always come back to me,” he added quietly, a faint smile pulling at his lips. “That means I’m doing something right.” You felt yourself give in.
How couldn’t you?
He leaned in slowly after that, deliberately closing the distance between you, his lips brushing lightly against yours..not quite a kiss, more like a warning, or maybe a test.
“Seon-je…” you whispered, your voice barely steady now.
“Tell me what you need,” he murmured against your lips.
“Kiss me.” a quiet breath of amusement escaped him, his forehead nearly resting against yours.
“You know that’s not what I want to hear,” he whispered, his voice lower now, closer. “I don’t need permission to kiss you, ” he always did this when he felt you slipping, like he needed to pull you back in, to make sure you were still there, still his, “ ,tell me what you need.”
For a second, you hesitated, because you knew what this was you knew how it worked. Every time you said it, you were letting yourself fall right back into something you had just tried to escape, but in the end...you said it anyway.
“I need you.”
And just like that, the distance between you disappeared.
He kissed you slowly, deliberately, not rushed, not careless...ike he was reminding you of something, of everything that kept you here. The intensity, the pull, the way being close to him made everything else fade, even if only for a moment.
And as his hand tightened just slightly against you, keeping you close...It became painfully clear that you weren’t running.
everyday things because they like you | whc characters x gn!reader one shots
pairings. Yeon Sieun. Ahn Suho. Oh Beomseok. Park Humin. Go Hyuntak. Kang Wooyoung. Geum Seongje. Na Baekjin. Baek Dongha. Do Seongmok. Jeon Yeongbin. Yeongi. Jeon Seokdae (omg new character) x reader
wc. tbe
genre./ contains. pre-dating. no warnings. FLUFF. everyone is whipped
note. back with my huzz (my laptop)
❀ YEON SIEUN
annotates your notes when you’re studying together
You were in the library together, your face almost even with the table, but Sieun wasn't commenting on it yet. The soft scribble of your pen against the paper in front of you was soothing, lulling you in like a sleep lullaby and you were getting drowsy.
“Do you want a pillow?” Ah, there it is.
You sighed, no fight left in you to bite back. “I need the letters to all have the same size.”, you mumbled, understanding Sieun’s frown hence you wouldn’t have been able to decipher that gibberish either had it not left your own mouth.
Sieun rested his eyes on your face for a few more beats before sighing and closing his own books. With a gentle tug he grabbed your note book and shuffled it over his own, calmly starting to write down some notes. “You can rewrite them later.”
❀ AHN SUHO
stands in front of your door to pick you up for a ride when he knows you can’t fall asleep
Had someone asked you if your boyfriend had a superpower, you wouldn’t waste a beat before claiming that he did. Suho had a sixth sense: he always knew when you lacked something.
One time you had forgotten your jacket on a late date night and started shivering in the cold, so he just gasped as he pulled his own windbreaker off his shoulders, revealing a thick sweater you hadn't seen on him before, and draped it over yours. “I had a feeling I should put on warm clothes.”, he joked.
When your stomach rumbled on your way home a few days later, Suho’s notification popped up in that exact moment with a casual invitation to join him for dinner.
He always knew what you needed and when you did. Like tonight.
You had tried a myriad of sleeping positions, food, TV and phone screens burning into your retinas and still, sleep failed to mantle you in.
When you had almost given up and decided to binge watch the new show everyone around you was glazing, a loud knock on your front door had you jolt.
You opened it, shivering against the cold air you had invited it, to reveal your friend. He wore a lazy grin as he handed you his extra helmet. "Trouble sleeping?"
❀ OH BEOMSEOK
asks you to punch the straw through the lid of his drink and offers you the first sip of his drink
You thought you were slick, stealing glimpses at his drink but little did you know that he was following every gaze that drifted towards his cup. Maybe you should’ve chosen a bubble tea as well, instead of an iced coffee.
The most suble smile tugged on Beomseok’s lips as he tipped his drink towards you, the liquid immediately rushing to the inclination. “Wanna put the straw in?”, he offered you, honey-drippingly sweet. You went to decline, but he’d seen through you.
“The lid always rips when I do it.” His pout was artificial and you called it, but the gesture made your heart squeeze, so you took the straw out his grasp and started unwrapping the plastic with a bustle.
“Tell me what it tastes like?” After a pointy look from you, he added: “I forgot what I ordered.”
You kept the tug on your lips at bay as you lazily covered the printed label, that bore the ingredients, with your hand.
❀ PARK HUMIN (BAKU)
wakes you up with a call
There was absolutely no sound in your room, or at least not detectable in your position, hence the pillow over your head drowned everything out, your breath included.
The vibration of your phone was barely there, at least ignorable for now—only it kept getting louder. You groaned, blindly feeling your mattress for your phone, but the sensation of victory was short lived as you swiped your thumb over the screen to accept the call.
“Don’t start singing.”, you immediately hoarsed, earning a scoff and a cut off version of what you could only assume was the intro of eye of the tiger.
“You overslept again.”, Humin all but barked into your ear, making you wince as you moved the phone a little further away from your face. “I’m in front of your door, so open up, yeah?” You could basically hear the grin in his voice.
With a sigh, you ditched the rest of sleep and shot up to check the time. 7:54.
“Humin.”, you drawled. “Now we’ll both be late.”
❀ GO HYUNTAK (GOTAK)
lets you win in basketball 🏀 (only thing he doesn't suck at btw)
The red letters on the display were going up with every toss that made it through the hoop, consequently Gotak’s were skyrocketing while you tailed him close behind.
His eyes kept glimpsing back at you, but the triumphant smile that was plastered across his face seemed a little too droopy at the corners. He wanted you to win.
“You only have like 5 shots left.”, you pointed out. You had seven. The one with the lower score had to pay for lunch — at least that was what you had agreed on.
When you had dunked the most recent one, your friend suddenly started to see double— or whatever other pretext he had come up with to excuse his sudden loss streak.
As your highscore blinked repeatedly, the hasty rhythm biting your vision, you turned to Gotak, cocking a brow at his smug expression.
“Don‘t you do this like professionally?“, you inquired at which he just opened his mouth and closed it soon after, unable to come up with an excuse.
“Did you seriously just let me win?” Your guess must‘ve hit bullseye, but Gotak waved your accusation with a flick of his hand.
“Name one reason why I should’ve done that.”
“Oh, you absolutely did.”, you concluded with a scoff. Gotak slid his hands into his jean pockets as he led the way out the arcade.
“I just wanted to be a gentleman.” That statement was worth your eyeroll.
“You‘re basically calling me poor.“, you shot back, making your friend groan.
“Guess who’s not getting dessert.”, he drawled, stopping short as he heard the beeping sounds emit from your phone. “Who are you calling?“
You ignored him, waiting for your other friend to pick up the call.
“Humin,", you whined. "guess who just called me fat.“
❀ KANG WOOYOUNG
eats your left-overs to soothe your conscience
The plate scurried across the table with a loud clatter, making Wooyoung’s head whirl up as he shifted his attention from his phone to you.
You sighed, at which he arched an eyebrow. “I’m full.”, you announced with a pout.
Wooyoung eyed your half eaten plate before looking back at you. “That’s like two bites. Just eat it.”
Easier said than done. “Don’t you think I would if I had the capacity?” He knew how much you hated left-overs, calling it a waste of food, so when you offered him your fork, he took it with a light groan.
“Are you aware that I have to do extra sessions to train this off?” His tone was accusing, but speaking with a full mouth failed to capture any bite in his words so you just nodded along.
“Yeah, that sucks.”
❀ GEUM SEONGJE
flanks u in video games
“Get next to me!” Your voice was booming, but the explosions spilling out the cushioned headphones made you doubt that any volume had left your mouth.
“I am next to you.” Seongje’s annoyed voice on the other hand was clear as day, hence you were on call with him.
The screen before you flickered as a grendade exploded right next to you. You barley managed to steer the remote to the side, too caught up looking for your friend’s avatar.
“No, you’re not. You’re tailing behind.”
When he had finally picked up the pace and landed next to you, you continued running, subtly glimpsing at his kill count. The gap between yours and his couldn’t have been any further.
“Where do you keep finding people to shoot? There’s no one around me.”, you wondered aloud.
The click of Seongje’s gun was loud enough for you to hear but you barely paid it any attention as you eyed your next loot.
As usual, you were oblivious to the gunmen that had caught up with you.
“Yeah, I wonder why.”, Seongje just huffed.
❀ NA BAEKJIN
let’s you pick the movie
The night was bustling with laughter and excitement as the people around you mingled together, awaiting the start of the entry to the movies.
Your eyes kept darting back to the groups, curiosity lingering in your chest. You hadn’t made any research on that film, but you had heard that people were awaiting it for a year now after an accidental leak of production scenes.
Baekjin had asked you to accompany him to the cinema tonight because he needed his mind off things and you were glad to comply, happily accepting his choice of movie. Psychological thriller. Easy to keep track of the plot.
He noticed your sway of interest. He really picked up on everything.
You hadn’t noticed Baekjin slipping back to the register to swap out the tickets, but when the screen announced room B for the movie you thought you were about to watch and you headed for it, Baekjin softly tugged on your sleeve as he stirred you into the opposite direction. “We’re not watching that one anymore.”
❀ BAEK DONGHA
gives you his jacket, knowing that your closet is filled with more of his stuff than yours
Dongha did a double take as you ascended from the stairs of your apartment complex, narrowing his eyes as he let his gaze sweep over your outfit choice.
You closed the distance to him in a swirl, showing off your new top, but his eyes were still stuck on your pants. “What?”, you asked him, a snicker escaping you at his raised brow.
He hooked a finger in the waistband of the washed out denim, ignoring your complaint as he pulled the material back to take a look at the faint tag. “These are mine.”, he concluded, eyes wide in disbelief.
You just smiled sheepishly, snapping the denim out of his hold as you flashed him your white teeth. “I know.”
The evening grew frowsy, but the vibes were too immaculate to call it a night already. So you found yourself hurled together with two of your friends, exchanging meaningless conversation that made you laugh in the ecstasy, mingling with the cold that ran through your veins while taking drags from the a cigarette you kept passing around.
Your shoulders were almost touching from the way your body tried to create a barrier from the chill and you jumped at the contact of cold polyester brushing your sensitive skin.
Dongha had draped his jacket over you, a trail of smoke following him around as he made his way back to his other group of friends.
“You know, I’m gonna keep this.”, you called over your back but to your comfort, he just dismissively shook his hand in your direction.
❀ DO SEONGMOK
puts your hair in a tie (has one around his wrist)
One thing about Seongmok that kept surprising you, no matter how often he’d proven it, was his gentleness.
You had been busy prepping food in your kitchen, when he’d rung the bell to simply announce himself before opening the front door and seating himself in one of your kitchen chairs.
He didn’t say anything (as usual), just let his gaze sweep over the arrangement of snacks you had prepared for your friends’ arrival in a few hours and grabbed a bunch, knowingly avoiding your pointy look.
After a while of cutting fruits, your hair had slipped from where you had tucked it behind your ear, crowding your vision and tickling your nose, in addition to almost dipping into your snacks.
The shift behind you was as noticeable as a man of his statue could be, shuffling behind you to gather your ends in a high ponytail. He raked his fingers around the shape of your hairline a few times to make sure he had caught each one before snapping the hair-tie around the hair three times.
He tugged on the end of the ponytail one last time, tipping your head back in the matter and you met his eyes as you faced him grinning down at you.
❀ JEON YEONGBIN
lets you copy his answers in a test
The ticking of the clock inside the classroom was starting to harmonise with the rhythm of your pen tapping against your desk—a subconscious show of the calmness that was resting in your bones.
You hadn’t bothered to glimpse down to your test in the past ten minutes, hence the questions weren’t gonna be easier to answer than they’d been the last time you checked, and the sheet wasn’t gonna be any fraction less blank either.
You had calmly giving up, when a harsh kick on the back of your chair had you jolt in your seat. The polyester scraped against the floor but it wasn’t loud enough to make anyone look up.
With a breathy sigh and a violently pumping heart, you turned, meeting your friend’s annoyed expression. Yeongbin had his eyebrows raised, muttering something along a curse as he tapped his pen against his fully scribbled paper.
While you gladly copied his answers, he held guard to check for anybody noticing.
❀ YEONGI
braids your hair after you’ve showered because she likes it wavy
Her fingers were soft where they tangled between your strands of hair, a light tug here and there reminding you what task she was up to. A familiar warmth seeped from her touch and it made your entire body shudder in delight.
“I’m gonna fall asleep like this.”, you half-heartedly complained, but your eyelids were kinda growing heavy.
Yeongi scoffed. “If you keep whining, I’m never going to braid your hair again.” You muttered a little sure, subtly shaking your head. Like she’d survive that.
With a yawn you dropped your face on one of her thighs, the foot of the bed she was sitting on steady behind your back as you leaned your weight against it.
❀ JEON SEOKDAE
offers you a piggyback ride when he notices that your feet hurt
You were walking for a while now, straight pulses of pain shooting up your legs and the way your achilles heel clung to the material of your padded shoes, you could already assume the crimson mess that would await you once you had slipped out of them at home.
Seokdae seemed less troubled with the path, his breath not as laboured as yours while he stole some glances towards you. His eyebrows were knitted and his jaw was tense, clearly, he’d been thinking.
Your friend had noticed the trouble your shoes gave you and after you declined his numerous offers to take a break, he was contemplating a new approach. You jumped when he drew his shoulders together in a mock-shudder.
“What’s wrong?”, you asked at which he just shrugged. “My back feels cold.”
The statement was so ridiculous, it pulled a laugh from you. His intentions were clear and you were too tired to tease him. “I’ll warm you up.”, you relented, already throwing your arms around his neck as he lowered himself to help you climb up.
telling your boyfriend that you're parents to be (on sims) :D ! (smau)
summary: messaging your boyfriend to announce your pregnancy in your sims world leads to confusion, frustration and some humour.
contains: mostly humour abortion jokes in seongje's baekjin's is a little angsty depending on how you look at it maybe ??
(the messaging site i use to make these was playing in my face fr so the layout of some of these are annoyingly off ... i think i'm going to find somewhere else for my smau's in the future).
hii i lovee lovee ur seongje works, can i request a seongje fic where he has a soft spot for reader? like he’ll let her touch his hair or do nails or skincare on him😭 and how union members tease him for this? this might be ooc but you can always ignore if u cant do it ! thank u!
Soju Stains and Glitter Nails
Pairing: Geum SeongJe x fem reader
Genre: fluff
Warnings: alcohol,intoxication and ooc
A/N: i hope you like it. sorry if it is short and bad tho. any support is appreciated pretties! first time writing fluff,kinda nervous
There are six soju bottles scattered beside you and Geum Seongje, four already empty on the table, and yet neither of you shows any intention of giving up, both stubborn in your own ways as if this is some life-or-death competition instead of a stupid drinking game that only started because you wanted to paint his nails with cute, cartoony designs after scrolling through Pinterest at an ungodly hour.
If anyone else had even suggested drawing tiny characters on his nails, he would have punched them without hesitation, maybe even twice just to make a point, but it is you, his girlfriend, the only person who gets to ask things like this and still walk away unharmed, the only person he cannot say no to even when he really wants to, and he hates that sometimes, hates how easily you bend him, hates even more the thought of you doing this with someone else, laughing the same way, leaning just as close.
So he agreed.
Reluctantly.
But not without a condition.
You have to beat him in a soju game.
And now there is a camera set up across the room, recording everything like some kind of evidence, capturing who will pass out first, and you are far too determined to let it be you.
“Seongje yaaaa… just let your pretty girlfriend win…” you mumble, your voice dragging slightly as the alcohol settles in, your head tilting as you look at him with that shameless expression you know he folds for.
“Not happening…” he replies, just as tipsy, his words slower than usual, a faint, lazy smile pulling at his lips as he pours another shot for both of you like this is still completely under his control.
“Hmmm…” you squint at him for a moment before raising your hands above your head, forming little ears.
“Seongje… you look like a cat…”
He lets out a quiet chuckle, the sound softer than what anyone else would ever hear from him, and simply hums in response as he slides your glass toward you, already pouring another round without even asking.
Maybe it is the alcohol, maybe it is the dim lighting of his room casting shadows that make everything feel softer, or maybe he just looks unfairly handsome when he is drunk, because the way his eyes sit behind those glasses, slightly unfocused yet still sharp, is enough to make your stomach twist in ways you refuse to think too deeply about.
“There was a cat… in my house… when I was seven,” he starts, his words uneven, slower than usual, like each one has to be dragged out.
“I don’t remember what it was… but its name was Alexander.”
A pause.
“It was fucking ginger.”
He laughs at that, taking another shot, and you follow right after, watching him more than you should, because for a moment it hits you; how strange it is to imagine him like that, just a kid with a stupidly named cat, before everything, before the fights, before the Union, before he became someone everyone else is scared of.
Because to them, he is ruthless, emotionless, something closer to a weapon than a person.
But to you—
He is just a boy.
A boy who plays games, who struggles to say what he feels, who pretends he does not care when he clearly does, and yes, maybe a boy who solves too many problems with his fists, but still just a boy nonetheless.
You have told him to leave the Union before, more than once, and every single time he gives you the same answer, like it is rehearsed.
“When the time comes.”
“I thought giving it an English name would be… cool,” he mutters, sounding amused at his younger self, shaking his head slightly.
“I hope it got reborn,” you say, your words starting to blur together as the alcohol catches up with you,
“as a ginger… still named Alexander.”
He raises an eyebrow, looking at you like he always does when you say something questionable.
“You’re weird.”
“Correction,” you grin lazily, “I’m romantic.”
He looks at you then really looks. And for a second, his eyes soften in a way that almost feels dangerous.
“Fuck… you’re pretty, love,” he mutters, finishing his drink like it is nothing.
You smile, slow and dazed.
“Hmm… are you even real? Seongje, you’re perfect.”
He lets out a quiet breath, shaking his head, because perfect is the last thing he would ever call himself. Not as a person, not as a student, not even as someone who is supposed to be good for you and yet you sit there looking at him like he is something worth keeping.
“No,” he says, a faint smirk forming,
“I’m fictional.”
“Aww… I’d still love you even if you were fictional, bro,” you reply without thinking.
“…Now that’s romantic.”
And just like that, he drops his head onto the table.
Game over.
You laugh softly, pushing yourself up despite the dizziness, your steps uneven as you walk over to him before lowering yourself beside him, resting your head near his arm, your eyes slowly closing as the room fades into quiet.
____________________________
“Are you done yet?”
He has asked the same question at least five times in the past minute, his patience clearly wearing thin as he watches you carefully paint a tiny star on his thumb like it is the most important task in the world.
“Almost,” you murmur, not even looking up, too focused on getting the shape right.
“Hurry the fuck up, ___.”
“Two more minutes,” you reply, finally glancing up just long enough to give him that pout you know works every time.
And it does.
Of course it does.
He clicks his tongue, clearly annoyed, but he does not pull his hand away, does not complain again, just sits there watching you, his gaze lingering longer than it should.
Because the way you look right now, focused, slightly frowning, eyes shining over something so small.It does something to him he refuses to name.
There are a lot of privileges in this world.
But being loved by Geum Seongje?
That is something else entirely.
One moment, he is out there, smirking, cursing, throwing punches like nothing matters.
And the next—
He is here, sitting still, letting you do this, letting you hold his hand like it belongs to you.
“All done,” you say finally, lifting his hand with a proud smile.
“Look.”
He glances at it briefly, unimpressed as always.
“What’s the point?” he mutters.
“Not like it’ll make me punch faster.”
“The point is that your girlfriend is happy, Seongje,” you say, quieter this time, like it should be obvious.
A small smirk forms on his lips.
“…That’s enough, then.”
—--------------------------------------
The bowling alley is loud in a way that almost feels overwhelming, filled with flashing neon lights that reflect off every surface, the constant crash of bowling pins echoing in the background, mixed with laughter, shouting, and the low, familiar noise of Union members scattered around like they own the place.
In the far corner, away from most of the chaos but still very much part of it, Geum Seongje sits slouched in his chair, completely absorbed in his Nintendo Switch as if nothing else around him matters, while you sit beside him, legs crossed, mindlessly scrolling through TikTok, occasionally letting out small laughs at things you will probably forget in the next five minutes.
You barely notice the two figures approaching until they are already standing in front of you.
Baek Dong-ha and Do Seong-mok, both carrying the food you had casually asked them to pick up earlier, even though you very well could have asked anyone else.
“___, you could’ve just told the kids to buy this,” Seong-mok mutters, clearly not impressed as he hands you the bag.
“Why wait for us?”
You look up at them with a grin that already gives away your answer.
“Well, would they know how I like my food the way my precious friends do?” you say sweetly, dragging out the word precious just enough to make it annoying.
Dong-ha lets out a dry scoff, rolling his eyes as he crosses his arms.
“You only pull the ‘friend’ card when you want us to do something—”
He stops.
Mid-sentence.
Because his eyes finally land on Seongje’s hand.
“…Is that nail polish?” he blurts out, the words slipping before he can stop them, his expression caught somewhere between disbelief and barely contained laughter.
You don’t even hesitate.
“Yes,” you reply proudly, sitting up a little straighter.
“And I did it.”
For a second, both of them go completely still, their expressions frozen as if they are trying very hard not to react, but the slight twitch at the corner of Dong-ha’s lips and the way Seong-mok looks away immediately says everything.
They are losing it.
Internally.
Barely holding on.
Before either of them can say anything else—
The sound of a game ending clicks from the Switch.
Seongje looks up.
Just one glance.
That’s all it takes.
Their expressions snap back to normal so fast it is almost impressive, like nothing happened, like they were not two seconds away from laughing at something that could very well get them killed.
“The fuck are you laughing at?” he says, voice flat, eyes sharp enough to cut through both of them without effort.
“Nothing, boss,” Dong-ha answers immediately, too quickly, shaking his head.
“We just think ___ did a good job—”
“Cut the shit.”
The words come out cold, effortless, like he has already lost interest.
And just like that, he looks back down at his game, completely dismissing them as if they were never important enough to begin with.
Conversation over.
Dong-ha and Seong-mok exchange a quick look before stepping away without another word, clearly deciding that whatever joke they had in mind is not worth risking their lives over.
You, on the other hand, are completely unbothered, already digging into the food they brought, happily eating as if nothing just happened.
“When they tell the others,” Seongje mutters after a moment, his eyes still glued to the screen, fingers moving lazily over the controls,
“They're gonna think I’ve gone soft.”
You let out a small laugh, shaking your head as you take another bite.
“Come on, Seongje,” you say, nudging his arm slightly,
“no one’s going to believe that.”
He hums faintly, unconvinced.
You grin, mischief creeping into your expression.
“That’s like saying Yeon Si-eun is secretly a cat boy…”
no warnings aside from a kms joks in wooyoungs part : might be ooc since I haven't written for whc in so long but idgaf : I might post some more whc stuff soon but idk yet
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: sfw headcanons for dong ha as ur boyfriend + a few scenarios!🤭 (yes I’m feeling very nice today)
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: none!
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: I loved making this sm, dong ha is my underrated king frfrrr (•̀ᴗ•́)و
ೀ— you guys definitely have your own secret little handshake you do whenever you guys see each other, you made it up years and years before you guys actually got together and you just stuck with it because you both got so used to doing it, so most of the time you two meet up the first thing your doing is your handshake and then maybe a kiss or hug.
ೀ— he’s a clingy sleeper 100% he might be tough scary and intimidating when awake and standing, but when he falls asleep before you, he’s clinging onto you like someone’s gonna take you from him. He always has an arm draped over your neck, or his legs tangled with yours, or just both, clinging onto you like a koala, but in a comforting way that makes you fall asleep a moment later too.
You had been laying in your bed with dong ha for a good 30 minutes by this point, you had walked back to your place after he was done with his union work which usually ends pretty late, so it was blue hour at this point, he had his hand on your waist and his chin on your shoulder, just watching whatever influencer drama YouTube video you were watching since he didn’t have much else to watch or look at.
At this point your video was done already, and you sighed as you watched the outro, before moving to place your phone on the bedside table, but before you could sit up, you felt a familiar pair of arms behind you wrapping around your neck, you stopped moving, and glanced over your shoulder, yeah, he was fast asleep.
You knew you wouldn’t be able to put your phone back properly or charge it at this point, he’s clearly not gonna let you, so instead, you settled for throwing the phone somewhere on your floor and settling into his hold, tucking the blanket slightly more over you two, and before you knew it, you were knocked out cold too.
ೀ— he loves just laying in the bed or the couch with you and just watching TikTok together on your phone, occasionally he’d reach up to scroll back after you scroll past a video he was clearly interested in, or just commenting on particularly absurd videos.
ೀ— he’s very good at comforting, whenever you’ve had a bad day or something happened and you just want someone to crash into and just be with for the whole day, dong ha is the first person you go to for that. He just gives off good comforter vibes
ೀ— he’s always making sure everyone knows you’re his when you’re out in public, he always has a hand on you, whether that be his arm draped around your shoulders, his hand on the small of your back or holding your hand, he always wants people to know that you’re his and he’s yours.
ೀ—you’re getting princess treatment allllll the time. It doesn’t matter what you want or what your needs are, he’s immediately fulfilling them.
You two had been hanging out when he got a text from baek Jin and he basically dragged you out of the house to go to the union bowling alley, promising you that it wouldn’t take long, but it had already been late at night and you were overtired. While you were walking there, it didn’t take you long to start complaining, you weren’t even halfway there and you were already whining about your legs hurting.
It was safe to say you were getting to him with your whining, so in the end he just bent down and told you to get on his back, to which you did with glee. After you got on his back it was complete silence between you two, to which he thought was just because you were relaxing and don’t have a reason to whine about anything anymore, but really, you had been slowly falling asleep, your face tucked into his neck with your arms draped around his neck.
When he got there, he figured you would have said something, anything by now, about the bowling alley having a basement smell, or something about how you’re “very” good at bowling, but when you didn’t, he glanced over his shoulder and realised you had fallen asleep.
He let out a sigh of relief, atleast he wouldn’t have to take a conscious y/n to the bowling alley, that’s even worse than you sleeping on his back, so he went inside, immediately greeting Baek jin, to which Baek jin raised a brow as he saw Dong ha’s girlfriend sleeping while piggyback riding, but baek Jin didn’t ask any questions, just passed a few documents to Dong ha and quietly said that they should be filled out by next week.
When he got home to your place, he layed you on the bed and he was quick to fall into a deep sleep right beside you.
ೀ— he’s always the one buying things, whether that be the dinner for your date, a snack you wanted at the convenience store or a top you thought was really cute, it doesn’t matter what it is, he’s buying, he’s appalled by the idea of you having to pay for anything.
ೀ— whenever you argue he’s slightly aggressive, ofcourse he’d never touch you, maybe he’ll hit a wall to punctuate one of his points, or maybe he’d throw something that isn’t actually harmful or won’t break, like his bag or something small like a pencil, but even when he does those things like that, you never flinch because you know he’d never put a hand on you in the circumstance of an argument, but definitely expect a lot of yelling.
ೀ— he’s usually a little stubborn after arguments, it usually takes him a day or two to actually take action but in the end he always apologises with flowers and kisses.
It had been three days since your big argument, the argument was the worst one you’ve had in a while, it was an argument about dong-ha being in the union and the dangers it comes with, and then halfway in the argument you had hit his chest in anger and he just left, but not before muttering a hand full of hurt-full curse words and insults aimed towards you, it wasn’t anything completely unforgivable, but it wasn’t anything good to say the least.
You were laying in your bed thinking over the argument, the feeling of guilt and regret filling you as you remembered the hurtful things you said to him too, but then you remembered the even more hurtful things he said to you on his way out, why can’t he understand you’re just worried for him?
The sound of your doorbell ringing filled the silence of the house, your parents were away, so you were all alone in the house, so you went downstairs to open the door, you glanced in a mirror, and you looked exactly how you felt, eye bags slightly darker than before, hair in a messy bun, paired with shorts, mismatched socks and dong-ha’s hoodie, which you had put on because you missed him and the hoodie smelt of his cologne.
You let out a heavy sigh, before opening the door, and to your surprise, it was none other than your boyfriend, dong-ha, he stood there with a bouquet of your favourite flowers and your favourite chocolates, and instead of being angry, you immediately hugged him, tucking your face in the crook of his neck.
He let out a relieved sigh, clearly he was forgiven, so he relaxed and moved his arms around you, still holding the chocolates and flowers. “I’m sorry” you muttered against his neck, but he shook his head a little in dismissal of your words “nahhh, IM sorry, I shouldn’t have gotten so angry” and just like that, you made up. Exactly like you always do.
whc boys with a football (soccer) player girlfriend !
summary: how each of the boys react to having a partner who plays football (soccer) for the school's football team.
football is one of my fave things outside of kdrama's / kpop so i had to write this! hope you guys enjoy Ი𐑼
.ᐟ YEON SIEUN
will show up to all your games but will look bored and uninterested to anyone who doesn't know him (it's just his face he can't help it). the only indication that he is enjoying what he's seeing and actually getting into the game will be him sitting up straighter in his seat or the grip on his water bottle intensifying.
didn't know the first thing about football before he met you and found out you played the sport, then he took his time to research and ask you questions until he understood it completely. wants to know what the offside rule is, what the reasons for a penalty could be, why the other team is suddenly playing with less players after someone is shown a red card, etc.
the longer you're together, and the stronger his feelings for you become, the more willing he will be to skip cram school in favour of attending your games, especially if it's an important one. comes to the realisation that studying will always be there, watching you score the winning goal for your team isn't something he can fully enjoy through a grainy recording from your friend's phone.
.ᐟ AHN SUHO
tries his absolute best to show up to as many of your games as he possibly can, but with his work schedule being as congested as it is, he will regrettably miss more than he is happy about. will beg people to cover his shift though if it's possible.
will give you tips after each game, win or lose. talk to you about how he thinks if you do certain things differently, you'll have a better outcome and all those things. thinks he's apart of the team.
enjoys having a physically active partner who he can go on runs with, or workout with. perfect way to kill two birds with one stone when he's running low on free time, he can spend time with you whilst simultaneously getting a run in before his shift. means you get to spend more time together too, he doesn't have to go through the mental exhaustion of choosing either/or when he can just do both.
not afraid to call out guys who throw around any misogynistic comments whilst he's in earshot. you're used to the 'women can't play football' card men like to use for no reason, you'll ignore them and let them go through one ear and out the other but suho will call them out on the spot and have them apologise for being so small minded.
.ᐟ OH BEOMSEOK
will show up to watch his first game of football ever for you, absolutely clueless and confused everytime the ref blows the whistle but he'll quickly adapt and learn the more often he comes. just happy to be there honestly.
has either the best or worst time of his life depending on the game itself. loves watching you thrive in your element, scoring goals and/or defending better than anyone else on the pitch, but despises having to watch the games that grow intense. visibly flinches when you go down after a nasty tackle, bites his lip so hard he draws blood when your team is behind on goals, picks at the skin around his nails when your team concedes a penalty.
he will 100% upload pictures of you onto his instagram story, tag you in them and leave an affectionate caption or some cheesy combination of emoji's. pictures vary, can be both of you together after the game or a picture he took of you mid game, just loves to show you off.
will walk you home or pay for your uber when the matches end late at night, if you don't already have plans to do anything after the game. spends the whole journey praising you and telling you how he's really started to enjoy football since he met you.
.ᐟ BAKU
can imagine you both being the cheesy, sports 'power couple' at eunjang high. you're the captain of the football team and he's the captain of the basketball team, it's the perfect kdrama trope.
loves helping you train whenever he gets the chance, will take it seriously too. comes up with different drills and will go one-on-one with you, doesn't let you 'win' just because you're his girlfriend, genuinely cares and wants you to succeed so he's making sure you can take on even him at his best.
your biggest cheerleader, confidently and proudly shows up to your games wearing your shirt with your last name and number on the back. lets everyone know specifically who is here for, cheers for you with no shame and makes sure any guys there are fully aware that you are with him.
takes you out for a celebratory meal whenever you win a match, takes you out for a consolation meal whenever you lose a match. he's making sure you're well fed either way, the only thing that changes is his vibe during the meal depending on the outcome of the game. he's more comforting words and reassuring touches when you lose, and when you win he's rambunctious, barely letting you eat with how often he's ruffling your hair or shaking you in excitement.
.ᐟ GOTAK
he's that one person in the crowd/in the stands that's always doing too much. you can hear him over everyone else. swearing loudly when the other team scores or you go down after a hasty tackle, cheering with his whole chest when your team scores, shouting at the ref whenever they make a decision he doesn't agree with. you avoid eye contact sometimes when you sense most of the people in attendance aren't happy with him.
always has some kind of treat waiting for you at the end of the game that you've come to look forward to. a hot chocolate on cold nights, an energy drink when you look like you're ready to collapse, a cookie just because you deserve it. you always receive it accompanied by a peck to your cheek or temple, and a comment about how proud he is of you.
if you express wanting to play football professionally, not just for fun, he will help you work out a way to make that happen. researches sports colleges, looks into football clubs in the area that are looking for more players, if there any scouts that he comes across he's talking you up to them until they get sick of hearing him. wants to make your dream come true so badly, he wont rest until you're actually getting paid to kick a ball around a pitch.
.ᐟ SEO JUNTAE
shows up to watch you play no matter the weather. even if it's the most depressing, miserable day of the year he will be there wearing a thick jacket with an umbrella on hand and will do it without complaining. even if you try to reassure him that you are completely okay with him skipping the game and waiting for you at home, he's adamant that he wants to be there in person to support you.
his phone lockscreen is a photo of you with a trophy and/or medal that he only ever changes when you win something new. gets a little shy when his friends playfully tease him for it but won't change it even so, likes the reminder of how lucky he is to have you and lowkey uses it as a way to subtly show off to his friends that he actually has a girlfriend.
gets anxious when you get injured, spends the remainder of the game nervously fidgeting if you go down for any reason. if it's bad enough that you actually have to come off the pitch to receive treatment, he'll try his best to get as close to you as he can. will not settle down until you flash him a smile and reassure him you're okay, sometimes even that isn't enough.
.ᐟ GEUM SEONGJE
loves watching you get feisty on the pitch, actually encourages it like the bad influence he is. gets a kick out of watching you get in the face of people who think they can intimidate you, only for them to end up feeling embarrassed when you match their energy and turn the tables on them.
like suho, he doesn't tolerate any backhanded comments from other guys about your interest in football. if any of the guys from the union (or just anyone in general) thinks it's funny to downplay your talent just because you're a woman, he'll handle it instantly and let them know he has no tolerance for any immature mindsets. football is football, no matter the gender.
in tune with your emotions to a point where it's almost scary, knows when you need words of encouragement before a game, or when you need someone to make you laugh after a stressful match. you don't even need to say anything, he just sees you and knows what to do.
.ᐟ NA BAEKJIN
misses a lot of games unfortunately. his intense schedule is hard to work around, and it isn't as simple as getting someone to cover for him for two-three hours. being a gang leader isn't something he can turn his back on in favour of watching his partner play football.
will always ask about anything he misses though, and not just a halfhearted, uninterested 'how was the game?' that he expects a one word answer for, he waits for you to go into detail and tell him all the important bits, can't always spare three hours to be present physically but will absolutely spare five minutes to hear all about it.
whenever your team has to play away from home, and fees are involved for travel, accommodation, meals, etc, he's paying for it all without blinking. you no longer have to suck up to your parents in the days before any mandatory trip, your boyfriend has it all covered before you even get a chance to mention it to him (that's how you find out he has your football calendar meshed into his own on his phone).
sigh i wish more of u guys who follow me on here listened to 2ne1 (╥﹏╥) i love them so bad (especially my girl bom) i could talk about them all day ! ૮ ྀིᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ྀིა
anyways !!! i am in a writing mood so i am going to try my best to get through some requests whilst it lasts, the strangers from hell anon i am so sorry ur fic is coming i PROMISE <3
ALSO - thank you all for the sweet comments on my last post, appreciate u all a bunch ᢉ𐭩
Hello!! I love your writing so, so, so much!!! It makes me kick my feet in bed lol!!
I also wanted to request how park humin (Baku) would act if reader is on their period and has cramps??
CRAMPS;phm
Park Humin x Reader
Warnings: period mentions, a cutie Baku <3
You were curled up on Baku’s bed when he got back from grabbing snacks. The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the fan he left running because you always complained it was too stuffy.
Your period had hit like a train this month, cramps twisting low in your belly, the kind that made your back ache and your legs feel heavy. You’d texted him a simple “cramping bad today” after school, and he’d replied with a bunch of thumbs-up emojis and “on my way, don’t move.”
The door clicked open and you heard his sneakers hit the floor. “Babe? I’m back. Got the stuff.”
His voice was loud even when he tried to be quiet. You groaned softly from under the blanket, not bothering to sit up. The pain had you in a ball, knees pulled to your chest, one hand pressing against your lower stomach like that would magically fix it.
Baku appeared in the doorway a second later, plastic bag swinging from one hand, his school jacket already half-off. His hair was messy from the wind outside, cheeks still a little red from running up the stairs. He took one look at you and his face shifted, eyebrows pulling together, that worried look he got whenever one of his friends was hurt.
“Shit, you look rough.” He dropped the bag on the nightstand and kicked off his socks before climbing onto the bed. The mattress dipped hard under his weight. “Still hurting a lot?”
“Yeah,” you mumbled, voice muffled by the pillow. “Feels like someone’s punching me from the inside.”
He made a face like he wanted to fight whoever was responsible. “That bad? You should’ve called me earlier. I would’ve ditched last period.”
You managed a weak laugh. “You say that every time. You’d get in trouble again.”
“Worth it.” He scooted closer until his thigh pressed against your back. One big hand landed gently on your shoulder, rubbing slow circles. “What do you need? Heat pad? Medicine? I got both. Also chocolate, those sour gummies you like, and those weird salty crackers Juntae's sister says she always buys when she’s on her period. Figured maybe they help.”
You peeked out from the blanket. He was already digging through the bag, pulling things out like he was unloading supplies for a mission. Painkillers, a hot water bottle he must’ve filled at the convenience store, a bar of dark chocolate, and a pack of those strawberry gummies.
“You went all out,” you said, trying to sit up a little. A sharp cramp hit and you winced, curling right back down.
Baku noticed immediately. “Hey, hey, don’t move if it hurts.” He set everything aside and lay down beside you, facing you. His arm slid around your waist carefully. “C’mere. I’m your personal heater today.”
You shifted closer, letting him pull you against his chest. He was warm, always was, like a walking furnace, and the solid weight of him made the ache feel a tiny bit more bearable. His hand found your lower back and started rubbing firm, slow circles right where it hurt most.
“Like this?” he asked, voice quieter than usual but still carrying that energetic edge. “Tell me if it’s too hard or whatever.”
“It’s good,” you breathed, pressing your forehead to his collarbone. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t.” He kept rubbing, switching between wide circles and gentle pressing with the heel of his hand. Every few seconds he’d check your face, eyes scanning like he was looking for any sign the pain got worse. “You know, I’ve seen guys get punched in the gut during fights and they act like they’re dying. You’re dealing with this every month and still go to school and everything. That’s kinda badass.”
You snorted softly. “It’s not the same as getting punched.”
“Still hurts though, right? So yeah, badass.” He kissed the top of your head, quick and a little clumsy because he was still focused on the massage. “Want the heat pad now? I can heat it up more if it’s not hot enough.”
“In a minute.” You burrowed closer, one leg sliding over his so you could tangle together. The cramps eased a fraction with the pressure and warmth from his body. “Just stay like this for a bit.”
Baku nodded, chin resting on your hair. His free hand found yours and laced your fingers together, thumb rubbing the back of your hand. He wasn’t usually this still, he was the type to bounce around, talk loud, drag you into whatever dumb idea he had that day. But when you needed quiet, he dialed it back. Sort of.
After a few minutes he started talking again, voice low and rambling like he was trying to distract you. “So today at school, Gotak tried to start some shit with this guy from another class. I told him to chill, but you know how he is. Almost had to step in. Then Si-eun just looked at them and everyone backed off. Kid’s scary sometimes.”
You smiled against his shirt. “Sounds normal.”
“Yeah. Anyway, I kept thinking about you the whole time. Texted you like ten times but didn’t send most of them ‘cause I didn’t wanna bug you if you were sleeping.”
“You can bug me,” you said. Another cramp rolled through and you tensed. Baku’s hand pressed firmer on your back, holding steady until it passed.
“There. Breathe, okay?” He waited until your shoulders relaxed again. “I hate when you’re in pain. Makes me wanna punch something, but there’s nothing to punch. Sucks.”
“You’re already helping.” You squeezed his hand. “The rubbing feels nice.”
“Good. I’ll do it all day if you want.” He shifted so he could reach better, now using both hands, one on your lower back, the other gently pressing on your stomach over your shirt. The warmth seeped through and you sighed in relief.
You stayed like that for a while, his voice filling the quiet with random stories from school, dumb jokes, anything to keep your mind off the cramps. Every time you winced he’d pause, adjust his hands, ask if it was better or worse. He wasn’t perfect at it, he pressed too hard once and you yelped, but he apologized immediately and lightened up, learning fast.
Eventually the worst of the wave passed and you felt like you could move. “Heat pad now?” you asked.
“On it.” Baku rolled off the bed in one smooth motion, grabbed the hot water bottle, and disappeared into the kitchen for a minute. You heard the microwave beep. When he came back he had it wrapped in a towel so it wouldn’t burn you.
“Here.” He climbed back in and helped you sit up against the pillows. Then he placed the heat pad right where you needed it most and pulled the blanket over both of you again. “Too hot?”
“Perfect.” You leaned into his side, the heat spreading and loosening the tight muscles.
Baku wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you half onto his chest. His other hand stayed on your stomach, rubbing lightly over the heat pad. “You hungry? I can make ramen or something. Or order food. Whatever you want.”
“Maybe later. Right now I just wanna stay here.”
“Cool with me.” He grinned down at you, that big bright smile that usually meant he was about to suggest something stupid. Instead he just said, “You’re cute when you’re all curled up like this. Even if you’re hurting.”
“Shut up,” you laughed weakly, poking his side.
“Nah, for real. I like taking care of you.” His voice got a little softer on that last part. He wasn’t great at the mushy stuff, but when he said it, he meant it.
You popped a couple of the painkillers with some water he handed you, then settled back down. The combination of heat, medicine, and his constant touching started to work. The cramps dulled to a manageable throb.
Baku kept talking, but quieter now. He told you about the new basketball shoes he wanted, about how Gotak kept beating him at arm wrestling lately, about the time he accidentally scared a first-year so bad the kid ran away, even though he just wanted to ask him for his nice shoes. Every few sentences he’d check on you. “Still okay?” or “Need me to rub again?”
At one point you dozed off for a bit, head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. When you woke up he was still there, one hand in your hair now, playing with the strands while he scrolled on his phone with the other. The heat pad had cooled a little so he got up without waking you fully, reheated it, and came right back.
“You didn’t have to stay the whole time,” you mumbled when he settled in again.
“Where else would I go?” He looked genuinely confused. “My girl’s hurting. I’m staying.”
You felt your face heat up. “You’re too good at this boyfriend thing sometimes.”
“Sometimes?” He laughed loud, the sound bouncing around the room. “I’m always good at it. Just don’t tell the guys I’m over here playing nurse. They’ll never let me live it down.”
“Your secret’s safe.”
He leaned down and kissed your forehead, then your cheek, then the tip of your nose like he was checking off a list. “Want me to get the chocolate now? Sugar helps, right? That’s what Gotak told me.”
“Yeah, chocolate sounds good.”
Baku reached over, tore open the bar, and broke off a piece for you. He fed it to you instead of handing it over, grinning when you rolled your eyes but took the bite anyway. “See? I’m useful.”
“Very useful.” You chewed slowly, the sweetness cutting through the gross period taste in your mouth. “Can you keep rubbing my back?”
“On it.” He shifted so you were lying mostly on top of him now, your legs tangled with his. Both his hands worked on your lower back and hips, pressing and rubbing in that firm but careful way he’d figured out worked best. “Tell me if I hit a good spot.”
You directed him a little... “higher… yeah, there”... and he followed exactly, no complaints. His energy was still there, but it was all focused on you. Every time a cramp tried to flare up he’d press harder or pull you closer, like he could physically hold the pain back.
Hours passed like that. You ate more chocolate, shared the gummies, he ate most of them but saved the strawberry ones for you, watched a couple dumb videos on his phone together. He kept the volume low and his laughs muffled against your hair so he wouldn’t shake you too much.
At some point the cramps eased enough that you felt restless. You tried to get up to go to the bathroom and he was right there, helping you stand, one arm around your waist the whole way there and back. When you got back he had fresh water waiting and the blanket pulled back invitingly.
“Back in,” he ordered, gentle but firm. “Doctor’s orders.”
“You’re not a doctor,” you teased, but you let him tuck you in anyway.
“Close enough today.” He climbed in after you, spooning up behind you this time. His chest pressed to your back, one arm draped carefully over your waist so his hand could rest on your stomach again. The heat from his palm mixed with the pad and it felt amazing.
You sighed, relaxing into him. “This is helping a lot. Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me. This is what I’m supposed to do.” His voice was right by your ear now, warm breath tickling. “If I ever make you deal with this alone I deserve to get punched by Si-eun or something.”
You laughed softly. “You’d probably win that fight anyway.”
“Probably. But still.” He nuzzled the back of your neck. “I got you. Always.”
The afternoon faded into evening. Baku ordered delivery when you finally felt hungry, mild soup and rice because he remembered you didn’t want anything too heavy or spicy. He fed you bites when you were too lazy to sit up, making airplane noises like an idiot until you were laughing and swatting at him.
After eating he put on a movie, something action-y but not too loud. He kept one arm around you the whole time, hand never far from your stomach or back. Every time you shifted because of a cramp he was already moving with you, adjusting, rubbing, asking what you needed.
By the time the movie ended the worst of the day had passed. The cramps were down to a dull ache, manageable with the heat and meds. You were sleepy, body heavy in that post-pain exhaustion way.
Baku turned off the TV and rolled you gently so you faced him again. “Better now?”
“Much better,” you said, tracing lazy patterns on his chest with one finger. “You’re the best.”
He puffed up a little, proud. “Told you. Baku takes care of business.”
You smiled and leaned up to kiss him. It was soft and slow, the kind of kiss that said thank you without words. He kissed back carefully, like he was still worried about hurting you, one hand cupping your cheek.
When you pulled away he rested his forehead against yours. “You wanna sleep? I can stay over if you want. Or I can go if you need space.”
“Stay,” you said immediately. “But maybe order breakfast tomorrow? I’m probably gonna be lazy all day.”
“Done. Pancakes? Or that porridge place you like?”
“Both. We can decide in the morning.”
He grinned wide. “That’s my girl.”
You curled into him again, head on his chest, his arms wrapped securely around you. His hand found its way back to your lower back, rubbing slow even circles even though the pain was mostly gone now. It was just habit at this point, comfort for both of you.
“Wake me up if it gets bad again,” he murmured, voice already getting sleepy. “Doesn’t matter what time. I’ll get up and rub or heat or whatever.”
“I will.”
“Good.” He kissed your hair one more time. “Love you. Even when you’re crampy and mean.”
You laughed quietly. “I’m not mean.”
“A little. But I like it.”
You poked his side and he squirmed but didn’t let go. The two of you settled, breathing syncing up in the quiet room. His body heat, the steady rise and fall of his chest, the way his hands never stopped offering little touches, it all wrapped around you like the best kind of blanket.
He might joke about it later with his friends, call himself “period hero” or something dumb, but right now he was just yours. Solid, warm, and completely focused on making sure you felt better.
You drifted off with his hand still rubbing your back, his voice mumbling something about beating up cramps if they came back. And even in your half-sleep you smiled, knowing he’d be right there in the morning, ready to do it all over again.
