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˗ˏˋ Entry : 067 - Sung Jinwoo x Fem! Reader: You were wrong ◛⑅·˚ ♡ ˎˊ˗
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅ Part 1 || Part 2♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
╰┈➤ ❝ [ Keep Lying To Yourself] ¡! ❞
"She moved?" Jinwoo looks up from his book when a classmate, Hajoon, approached him with the intention of starting some small talk.
"Well, yeah?" Hajoon shrugs, fishing out his phone to start playing a mobile game. "You didn't know? You two are always hovering around eachother and she didn't tell you.
"...No." Jinwoo rubs his temple, sighing deeply as Hajoon continues to go on.
He straightens up, looking back at a clearly confused Jinwoo with a curious expression, "Geez, man, did you get ditched by your girlfriend? With that face?"
"We're not dating, knock it off" The ebony haired boy shakes his head, deliberating if he should spy on the shadow he placed on you to figure out just where or what exactly you are doing at the moment. "That girl..."
"You guys weren't? With how much time you two often talk and you know... Do everything together?" Hajoon teases
"....Get your mind out of the gutter" Jinwoo reaches out and lightly smacks the back of his head.
"Sheesh, chill man, I'm messing with you" He scoffs, rubbing the back of his head.
Odd.
It's odd.
You never went quiet on him before like alone, let alone ditched him to move somewhere. Jinwoo tried to wrack his brain but no memory comes to mind of him offending you in any sort of way.
Sure, you two may have had some disagreements here and there— But nothing too bad that you'd ditch him, right?
Sighing, Jinwoo fished out his phone only to become dumbfounded as he realized you have blocked him on every social media platform you two were mutuals now.
"...." Jinwoo sits down on his desk, clicking his tongue.
He's not really annoyed, no, more of... Confused? Lost? Upset?
Did he do something wrong? He can't really recall.
It doesn't help that he knew your awful habit of overthinking every little thing and bottling up any emotions you may have.
Technically, he can actually stalk you right now. Teleport to wherever you are, peek on the shadow he has already placed on you years ago.
He can.
But he wouldn't.
You probably need space right now, if he gives you a week or maybe more— You'll come back, won't you? He'll wake up to a ping on his phone with you saying sorry for randomly disappearing and rambling on and on about whatever thing you're currently hyperfixating to at the moment.
꒰ .... ꒱
But 3 weeks had already passed, summer had already started and Jinwoo hasn't heard anything from your side.
Now, he was completely spiraling in his own mind trying to remember whatever crap he pulled off and offended you with.
You, whose heart was softer than most— Can easily be shunned away. Honestly, he can't even recall how he even started his small friendship between the both of you.
Maybe it was because the two of you were a pair of friendless losers in elementary and hit off somewhere. It was part of that, Jinwoo can't really remember. It's been decades for him when it's only been a few for you.
Adjusting back to everyday life when he spent more than 30 years in a gate battling hordes of monsters isn't an easy task even if he has countless titles and is the very embodiment of death itself.
Even he had fears.
Part of those fears is losing you.
꒰ .... ꒱
Moving to your grandmother's house was hectic. But after the countless nagging of telling you to act properly and behave yourself as your family moved to the other side of the hemisphere— You were finally given a breathing room to let it all sink in.
You're alone.
As breath taking and as therapeutic that breeze that blows through the trees is; you cant help but feel empty. It was as if you were stillwater waiting for a raindrop to cause ripples in your motionless world. This place had always been big, but somehow it feels as though the trees have grown taller and more intimidating during the time you had spent in the city.
Others would probably celebrate the new start they are given. But to you? Only your heavy heart could communicate the unease you have been feeling as of late.
Jinwoo was the only friend you've actually ever made. You may know a few other people, but you wouldn't call them friends at all. After all, they talk to you for a few minutes and forget about you for the next hour. It's not like you didn't try to make a connection. It's just that most of them... Would actively choose to ghost you unless they find it convenient to interact with a nobody like you.
By removing the only connection you have with Jinwoo— You had voluntarily put yourself into complete isolation.
It's wrong.
So very wrong.
But you are the fool that chooses to subject yourself into this suffering. Why? Because you believe that you deserve punishment.
Punishment for simply being alive, or not being enough. Your family always fussed about you just because no one wanted to really take care of you. Even your grandmother isn't that thrilled to have you live with her in her peaceful house, believing that you being in it will cause her stress.
It's not like you're extremely smart anyway. Your grades were averaging between C's and B's. Nobody was outright telling you to have better grades, but they wouldn't shut up about comparing you to your peers and most especially your cousins who were naturally gifted when it comes to academics.
Nobody may say it out loud, but you knew it yourself; that you are the title bearer of the black sheep of the family.
Not as pretty as your older cousins, not as established as the others who have dozens of medals to their names, and no friend that they know of just because everyone believes you're too introverted and uninteresting to many people. None would ask why you had little to no friends, or how is school doing.
So now that you no longer have any ties to Jinwoo— You now fully embody the stereotypes they had about you.
Not smart.
Not athletic.
Not popular.
A loner.
Nothing about is thoroughly impressive.
And whilst you wallow away, drowning in misery— A pair of hands suddenly come out from behind you to cover your eyes.
"Guess who?"
You purse your lips, refusing to answer the question when the familiar voice rings in your eardrums.
"Let me ask again," His voice becomes gentler this time, almost as if he were cooing at a child, "Guess who?"
A familiar game.
A game you often pull on him whenever he is nose deep into his notebook or enjoying a game on his phone too much. He would often scoff whenever you did and answer you by lightly pinching your hand.
So hesitantly, you reach your hand up and pinch the man's skin, mumbling quietly "Jinwoo."
"I thought you wiped my name off of your memories too" He answered, releasing you from the darkness but not allowing you to turn around and face him.
He knew you didn't want to look back at him anyway.
"Why did you do it?" Jinwoo asked, leaning over and resting his chin on the top of your head. "Blocking me, not saying anything about moving, or how I've upset you. Why didn't you when you know I would listen to you?"
"...."
You didn't want to answer him, but god, just why would he be such a patient person?
For once, why can't he let this one go? Why is it always Jinwoo who comes and bursts your tiny little bubble that you have imprisoned yourself in? Why can't he just leave you be when it's clear by your decisions that you do not want to be with anyone?
Not especially with him— The him who deserves so much better.
"...I just thought... That if I leave... It would be better for you since I've been holding you back" Your voice cracks as his arms gently circle around behind you.
"And?" He hums, attempting to coax more out of you.
"I just felt bad for being a burden towards you... And I feel sorry..." You finally sniffle, your gaze blurring as the tears starts pooling and pouring down on your hands that gripped your shirt down. "I felt sorry that someone like you has to put up with me."
"Stupid idiot." Jinwoo quietly muttered with no actual bite to his tone. "Always overthinking every little thing? I came here to scold you; snap you back into reality by making sit through three hours of me mouthing your ear off."
He then leans his head down on the crook of your neck, lightly nuzzling the skin there as if he were trying to check if it was really you by your scent. "Driving me mad for 3 weeks without you saying anything. I thought we were fine and that you just needed some alone time after exams. How am I supposed to know all of this? Should I cross your boundaries and read your mind? Is that what you want from me?"
Jinwoo held you tighter, wanting, needing— To fuse you into his body almost.
"But here you are, crying your pretty little face knowing it makes my heart burn." He turns you around, forcing you to meet his grey orbs, "It's unfair of you."
Jinwoo then nuzzles his forehead against yours, "It's unfair of you and it's stupid of me to not realize that I should have been paying more attention."
"I'm sorry" You croak, hiccuping as your tears completely drown out his face that is right in front of you. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I was bad..."
"Sssh" He cooes, pulling you in for another embrace, "I'm sorry. I should have known how you felt and I shouldn't have allowed myself to give you mixed signals just to try and feel you out"
Jinwoo kisses the side of your head, your temple, your ear; whatever he can reach as he soothes you.
"Don't do this again," He firmly said, "If you are upset, tell me. I'll let you hit me, throw stuff at me— I'll let you stab me even."
Jinwoo continues, "I'll do anything you want except allow you to leave just because you're insecure. So knock it off, you're stuck with me. I promised you when we were kids that I would always be by your side. I'll tie our wrists together the next time you pull bullshit like this."
꒰ 🪼 A/N: I'm completely burnt out hahah. Creative juices are nowhere and I'm kinda turned off as of late actually sksksks. Anyway, I'll try to make more soon. Please be patient. ꒱
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notes: despite how much i adore night of secrecy, it left a lot to be desired, so i’ll be doing a thirstier rewrite (⺣◡⺣)♡ and have this be my first post to welcome in the new year ♡
obligatory tag: @voidsylus (⺣◡⺣)♡
extra notes: it’s still not showing up in the tags, ;; but i will reblog this story periodically under an icymi tags so you readers can at least see it on my blog.
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the tension was thick in the air, and you had a hunch that sylus had lost your little “gun assembling” contest on purpose. looking down at his deft fingers and witnessing the millions of times sylus polished his weapons with a calculating touch-
it was painfully obvious how you couldn’t have won that easily.
and the epiphany of it all was enough to make a surge of warmth course through you.
shaking your head, you get back to the situation at hand, playfully pressing the muzzle of the gun against his chin. "i won." you tell him in a breathless whisper, watching sylus as he raised his hands in mock defeat while meeting your gaze. "and i lost. go ahead. ask your question."
letting out a shaky breath, you take a moment to admire the firelight and how it painted sylus in golden hues, captivating you in every sense of the word as you lowered the gun.
“i’m sleepy…"
clearly caught off guard by your words, sylus narrows his crimson gaze in response, remaining silent as he allowed you to speak once more.
"can you tuck me in tonight?” you finish, your eyes meeting with his as a sense of determination courses through you.
a rich chuckle was heard coming from sylus, "heh, and i thought a certain relentless hunter would ask about my destination. or did you finally heed those words... curiosity killed the cat, kitten?"
a wistful smile paints your expression as you shake your head at him, "i care more about the present than an answer i can get. so... are you doing it or not?"
you wait with bated breath as sylus lets out a huff, coming closer to you while framing at your face, "of course, kitten." without hesitation, he stands back to his full height all while taking you within his embrace, carrying your shoes in his free hand while walking with you toward one of the master bedrooms located on the second floor. "this request is way more powerful than that little gun."
as he held you, you cling to him, arms wrapping around his neck while basking in his warmth. with the bedroom in sight, he tosses aside your heels while settling himself against the armchair. hiding your face within the curve of his neck, you feel the sensation of sylus's lips brushing against your cheek. "if you don't want to lie down, i can keep holding you until i leave."
"what if i don't want you to leave...?" you tell him with a whisper, shivering when sylus brushes his lips against your skin once more, "then... we better make the most of our time before dawn."
a painful ache was felt between your legs when you suddenly surged forward, capturing sylus's lips in a kiss that takes his very breath away. while you desperately tried to deepen it, you could feel sylus smiling against your lips, whispering huskily to you, "you really don't want me to leave?"
by now, the ache between your legs was too much to bear, with you pulling away from the kiss first. your head gestures over to the king sized bed, "sylus, over there..."
"looks like we're on the same page when it comes to not wanting to waste time." with a grunt of your name, he picks up your pliant form like you weighed nothing at all. with your limbs wrapped around his powerful body, sylus settles you against the silken sheets, with your hands now wrapped around his neck to pull him achingly closer to you.
you trail your eyes off to the side, only to feel sylus gently gripping at your chin while telling you, "stay focused, kitten. don't look."
his hot breath was felt against your ear when sylus covers your eyes with his large hand while gripping at your hand with the other. swallowing thickly, you intertwine your fingertips with his, giving it a squeeze just as sylus gives your lips a searing kiss. you moan into his kiss, allowing your tongue to meet with his as they clashed, fighting with a gentle dominance that makes your mind go hazy.
when the need for air proves to be too much, you pull away from the kiss first, hands delving into his silken locks of hair, "am i being too greedy... if i ask you to keep your eyes only on me?" you trail your fingertips from his hair to the side of his face, gently framing at it all while trembling when he presses a kiss against the palm of your hand. "you always had that right. which means... you can be even greedier. tell me- do you want it, kitten?"
was that even a question at this point? yes was the single word that comes from your parted lips-
and that was all the urging sylus needed to awaken the beast in him.
a growl was heard when his large hand grips at your knee, ready to spread your legs with a shake of his head, "you haven't changed your mind, have you...? you just said yes." a sense of desperation was heard in his voice when he pulls you by your ankles, pressing your clothed center against the straining erection within the front of his pants. "i'm hoping yes is still your answer because... i just can't hold back anymore."
you wanted to tell him how you couldn't hold back either, yet found that your voice was lost the moment his lips captures yours once more, pressing your body against his naked chest, the material of his shirt already unbuttoned as you felt his muscles rippling against you. you allow him to swallow your moans with his fervent kiss, feeling like you were melting against him.
"s-sylus, i can't breathe..." you tell him while greedily taking in gasps of air, a hand settled on his chest damp with sweat. with a gentle touch, sylus brushes aside your hair, fingers already descending down upon you, settling the palm of it between your legs as he moves aside your soaked panties, dipping a single digit within your slick folds.
a pumping motion was felt within your aching walls, making you grip at his biceps as you fell back against the bed, becoming subjected to his ministrations. your pants and sylus's grunts echo throughout the room, and you let out a hiss when you felt sylus gently bite down against the waistband of your panties before pulling it off of you in one, swift motion, "h-hey, don't bite there-"
however, your words of protests falls on deaf ears, morphing into a breathy moan when sylus presses his lips against your cunt. his tongue traces at your pussy lips, collecting your arousal while basking in the pure taste of you. with a few more licks and a pinching sensation felt against your hardened clit succeeds in helping you climax, your hands gripping at his hair, earning a grunt from sylus.
once he was finished, sylus pulls away from the spot between your legs, licking his lips while meeting your gaze with a huff, "first you want it rough, now you want it soft... i thought you would be tough to please tonight, kitten. however..." he trails off while licking at his lips, "perhaps i was wrong in believing you were hard to please since i got such an intense taste of you."
you pout at him, ready to bite back with your own words when they suddenly became lost against your lips. you feel sylus lean over you, trailing kisses down your neck, as if apologizing for teasing you. "what do you really want? won't you be honest and tell me like you just did?"
your eyes met with his within the intimate lighting, trembling at the sound of his seductive voice dripping with honey. you lick your own lips in response, gently pushing him back down against the bed as the palm of your hand cups at his clothed erection, "i'm not falling for your tricks."
teasing him, you bite down at your bottom lip and trail your fingertips down his chest, "i told you before that hunters like me don't like being passive."
with a shake of his head, he lets out another chuckle, "so, you want control. unfortunately, i can't give it to you. not yet, at least." his hands wrap themselves around your waist to lay you back down in bed, touch filled with reverence as he trails his fingertips down the length of your body before telling you, "don't run."
"you're so... demanding... hah... it's annoying." your hands claw at the sheets settled below you, earning a smirk from sylus, "i won't deny it. i guess you can say i lied. tonight, you're not the only one feeling greedy... and i won't be leaving until this greed is completely satisfied."
you became dimly aware of the sounds of shifting fabric, making you look down as your cheeks were felt blossoming with heat. settled between your legs was his cock completely hardened and ready for you, making you gasp when he manages to brush the tip of it against your soaking heat. "ah, i misspoke."
"w-what?" by now, sylus was tracing his cock against your outer lips, teasing you when he caresses at the hardened bundle of nerves as well. he continues to give you a smug expression, licking his lips while teasing you with his cock, "greed can never be satisfied... but you can temporarily soothe it."
taking a hold of your hand, he kisses it while asking once more, "say it again, sweetie, do you want it?"
meeting his gaze, you lean closer to him, conveying your need for him in yet another passionate kiss. delving your fingers into his hair, you give those moonlit strands a gentle tug while murmuring against his lips, "this is my answer."
and that was all the confirmation your lover needed.
your broken moans suddenly pierces through the silence of the night, tossing your head back the moment sylus completely sheathes his cock within your walls. he sets a rapid pace, making the bed bounce in tune with his movements. no words were spoken when sylus grips at your lower back, pressing you oh so much closer to him.
while you were writhing against the bed, you felt sylus reach parts of you that you didn't know existed, the pleasure taking on new heights with each tilt of his hips. the sounds of your copulation echoes throughout the room, causing your mind to go hazy as you take in every inch of him over and over again.
and when you felt the familiar twitching of his cock, you wrapped your legs even tighter around his waist, allowing his seed to paint your walls white, relishing in his shuddering breaths of your name when he captures your lips, making sure that you were forever connected while the red hot pleasure courses through your veins...
{ ... }
the rays of sunlight felt hitting against your closed eyelids was the first thing that woke you up-
the second was the disappearance of sylus and the sounds of a shower running from just a few feet away from you. feeling like you were caught in a dream, you get out of bed, naked while allowing the sheets to fall off your form.
curiosity paints your expression when you jostle the bathroom's door, smiling upon realizing it was unlocked as you stepped inside. the mist left from the hot shower surrounds you, making the anticipation course through your veins upon seeing sylus's silhouette against the glass pane of the shower.
letting out a purr of his name, you join him in the shower, earning a smirk from him when he faces you. "i was wondering when you'd wake up, kitten."
with a roll of your eyes, you get on your knees, taking in his cock within your awaiting mouth while basking in his broken grunt. "sweetie-"
when you manage to stroke his cock to full hardness, you hum against his erection, purposely tracing against the veins felt pulsating down his shaft before playing with his tip with your tongue-
thanks to this sudden shower, you figured you could tell sylus how you had no intention of letting him go off alone,
that you had every intention of staying by his side later on-
after your much needed quickie with him.
end notes: highkey what i wanted to happen lmao infold let me be one of your writers pls.... 🫠🫠🫠 anyways, this is my first post to welcome in the new year! 2025 will be amazing; i truly believe it. here's to a million more daydreams to come 🥰
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I grew up in northern Gaza, where we lived a life of comfort and love 💖🏠, all thanks to my mother, Maysaa ❤️, who has a heart condition 💔, and my father, who worked hard to provide a bright future for us 🌟👨👩👧👦. My siblings—Shabaan, Hanan, Ahmed, and my youngest sister Ameera, our little darling 👧💖—were my closest friends, and we shared dreams 🌈, laughter 😂, and plans for a life full of hope 🌅✨.
I was a student 📚 at the Rosary Sisters School, part of the Union of Churches. My school meant so much to me; it was more than a building 🏫. It was my second home 🏡, a place where I felt safe and happy 😊💛, surrounded by friends and childhood laughter 👦👧💫.
But in a single moment, our lives were turned upside down 💔😢. The war destroyed our home 🏠💥 and my beloved school 🏫💔, and we were forced to flee south under heavy bombing 💣💥💨. We took refuge in the Nuseirat area, hoping to find safety 🤲. Yet even there, we were not spared; fighter jets bombed ✈️💥 the very place where we had sought shelter. I witnessed family members being taken from us in that attack 🕊️😭.
I share my story today as a child who has lost almost everything: my home 🏠💔, my school 🏫🌪️, family members 👨👩👧👦🕊️, and even my dreams 🌠. I am reaching out not only to share the pain 💔 but to search for a glimmer of hope 🌄 to help rebuild our lives.
I humbly ask for your support 🤲💖 to help me and my family through this tragedy 🕊️. My mother, Maysaa, is unwell with a heart condition 💔, and my remaining siblings and I need your support to rebuild from the devastation 🌈🌟. Your donations could be the only chance to restore a part of our hope 🕯️💖 and enable me to build a new future from the rubble 🏡✨.
"Hope from the Rubble"
Hello, my name is Jaber Mohammad Al-Dahdouh. I’m 13 years old, and I’m… jaber Al dahdoh needs your support for Ho
My name is Mohammed, and I’m 35 years old, working as a nurse in a hospital here in Gaza. My wife, Diana, is 27, and together we’re trying to give our two young daughters a safe, stable life in a place that knows so little of either.
Our journey began in December 2023. That was when the military ordered us to evacuate our home in Al-Nuseirat. With only minutes to decide, we grabbed what we could carry, took our little girls, and moved to Khan Yunis, hoping it would be safer.
But our time there was short. We were ordered to leave Khan Yunis, so we packed up again and moved to Rafah. For a moment, we let ourselves hope that this would be the end of our running, that maybe we could start to rebuild. But Rafah wasn't safe either. Another order came, and we had no choice but to return to Al-Nuseirat, despite the dangers.
Today, we're renting a small apartment in Al-Nuseirat. It barely fits us, but it's the only place we can go. We live every day in fear, wondering if the next evacuation order will come. Each move takes away a bit more of the stability we try so hard to create for our girls. Every time we’re forced to flee, it feels like we leave behind pieces of the life we’ve worked to build.
There’s little left to hold on to but each other, and the hope that maybe one day we’ll finally find safety.
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How would you feel if the food you eat every day smelled strange or was infested?
❌ I would refuse to eat it.
😡 I would feel angry but have no choice.
😢 I can’t imagine having to endure that.
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In Gaza, even the most basic necessities remind us of the hardships we face. Our flour—the foundation of our meals—is often smelly and infested with insects 🐜. We sift it, shake it, and do our best to make it edible. But the truth is, we eat it because we have no alternative. Hunger forces us to endure what most people would find unimaginable.
This isn’t just about food—it’s about the daily compromises we make to survive. It’s about resilience in the face of unimaginable circumstances. But even resilience has its limits. 💔
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Here in Gaza, we’ve been living in tents for ten months. There are no words to truly capture the depth of our suffering. 💔
Ask yourself: Could you live like this? Imagine yourself in our place—facing daily hardships with no escape. Can you adapt to a life like this? 😩
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My name is Osama Basil, a web developer from Gaza. Over the past 10 months, I’ve witnessed the devastation of war firsthand. My office, where I devoted myself to my work, was destroyed, along with my source of income and future aspirations.The situation in Gaza grows more difficult each day, with destruction becoming a constant part of our reality. We've lost friends, colleagues, and loved ones, leaving our community deeply scarred.But I refuse to surrender. Despite the displacement and loss, I am committed to rebuilding my career and life. The war took my job, dreams of marriage, and a chance to pursue a master’s degree in programming and web design. After fleeing to Rafah with my family, I’ve been living in a tent for months, grappling with unstable access to electricity
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Thank you so much for supporting me and sharing my story.
Hello, friends. I launched my campaign in May 2024 to support myself and my family in Gaza. Unfortunately, I am still struggling to raise enough funds. As of today, the donations for my campaign have reached €4,560 out of my €15,000 goal, with very slow progress and a small number of contributions.
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notes: loosely based on the hallmark movie drew gooden was watching and reviewing titled timeless love.
warnings: unedited; canon divergent to fit with this oneshot's storyline; potentially ooc; dark content; obsessive behavior; read at your own caution.
alternate title: your heart belongs to me.
sunlight streams through the open windows, painting the bedroom in brilliant hues of gold. dawn had long since morphed into morning, rousing a once sleeping couple back to consciousness.
the husband was the first to awaken, stretching out his limbs as a yawn escapes from his parted lips. wiping the sleep from his eyes, he trails his stormy grey eyes toward the form settled achingly close to him.
pulling down the comforter, he reveals your sleeping figure with your head buried within his chest. letting out a grunt of approval, he gently delves his fingers into your hair, massaging at your scalp, already grinning the moment you began to awaken.
he was the first to notice the smile that was beginning to spread across your features, basking in your sleepy giggles when he continues massaging at your scalp. "h-hey, if you keep doing that, i'll end up spending the whole day in bed."
jinwoo simply lets out a rich chuckle in response, allowing the tip of his nose to nuzzle against yours, eyes filled with adoration for you, "well, maybe that's what i want to do... keep you here in bed with me for the rest of the day-"
he stops speaking, eyes now turning affectionate at the pitter patter of footsteps quickly approaching your shared bedroom. already accustomed to such sounds, you sit up in bed, already anticipating their arrival when your kids, min-jun and sera, rush into your room.
hearing his children's laughter fills his chest with joy, allowing his son and daughter to jump on his bed, eyes already regarding the way his kids cling to their mother. he rests his cheek against the palm of his hand, admiring the way you pressed kisses against both of their tiny cheeks.
"hey, you guys are making me jealous over here."
sera was the first to move away from you, grey eyes lighting up when she suddenly lunges at him, "papa!"
welcoming his little girl in his embrace, he gives her a series of kisses as well, only stopping when min-jun comes closer to him as well, "dad, i'm getting hungry, can you make breakfast?" sera's eyes light up at the thought of having breakfast soon, with her nodding her head in agreement to her brother's words.
"well, who am i to deny my children's needs?" jinwoo was grinning down at his kids, "how's this for a plan: why don't you and your little sister brush your teeth and wash your face while your mother and i prepare breakfast?"
"yay!" both of his kids immediately rush away from him, giving him a private moment with you. just as you got out of bed, jinwoo wraps his arms around your waist, managing to capture your lips in a sweet kiss while basking in your soft giggles.
"behave, i need to take a shower real quick, then i'll join you in the kitchen." letting out a groan of your name, jinwoo allows you to escape from his loose embrace, not moving from his spot in bed until you disappear into your shared bathroom and locked it.
running a hand through his hair, making them even messier while letting out a yawn. he gets out of bed, remaking it as he places the sheets and comforter in place, adding the finishing touches by fluffing up the pillows and settling them against the headboard.
making his way towards the kitchen, he makes sure to make a fresh batch of cooked rice before cooking the rest of his side dishes ranging from his famous omelettes with cooked sausages and a side of kimchi. with the table all set, jinwoo calls out to his beloved family.
"min-jun, sera! breakfast is ready!"
he strains his ears, trying to detect any sounds of pounding footsteps. yet... when all he hears was dead silence, concern began coursing through his veins. rushing out of the kitchen, he calls out their names again, voice cracking when he cries out to you-
only to receive the same, deafening silence in response.
the room was felt spinning around him, making him stumble before falling to his knees. his eyes look straight into the digital clock settled in front of it, the time reading 0800 as an incessant beeping sound breaks him out of his reveries-
"BOSS!!"
sung jinwoo wakes up with a start, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, his heart pounding in tune to the heart monitor his body was connected to. no tubes or wires covered his mouth as jinwoo takes in a deep breath to help with steadying his heart.
"boss, are you okay?! you've been out of it for a while now! i was so worried about you-" from beside him, jinho continues on with his concerned rambles as he looks away from him to see the familiar blue screen of the system:
[ player sung jinwoo's slumber has lasted for 21 days and 8 hours... ]
"where's min-jun and sera?" jinwoo asks in a hoarse tone, making jinho furrow his brows at him. "what? who are they?"
"tch, they're my kids." jinwoo was glaring at jinho, as if silently scolding him for his ignorance. "and my wife-" yet the moment he says your name, jinho's expression remains confused.
"boss, i hate to break it to you, but- you're not married at all. you've been single the whole time that i've known you."
"that's-" yet jinwoo's words were cut off the moment a nurse enters his room. she sees him sitting up in bed while pressing down on her communication device, "dr. choi, patient sung jinwoo has just awakened, come to unit d501, quick!"
jinho was immediately rushed out of the room, and the young hunter finds himself surrounded by a plethora of medical staff-
without a single sign of you in sight.
{ ... }
the weeks pass by in a blur, with his sister helping him back home. she keeps a steady hand behind his back, rubbing comforting circles behind his back, "oppa, are you alright?"
lifeless grey eyes meet with his sister's concerned gaze, making him force a smile as he gently ruffles her hair. "yeah, i'm alright."
he continues the trek back to his and jinah's shared apartment, thinking back on the events that had happened so far (according to jinho's recollection).
apparently, they had entered a dungeon together, and jinho had simply witnessed him taking on hundreds of enemies. jinwoo vaguely recalls how the system had ordered him to take out at least a hundred enemies within the span of an hour and how he had fought tirelessly against them with a single dagger-
only to feel something sharp pierce him at the back of his head, successfully rendering him unconscious.
that single attack was enough to knock jinwoo unconscious for a total of three weeks-
within the span of those three weeks, he had dreamt of living a blissful and happy life with you-
but now that he was awake, he had long since lost such feelings of happiness.
"you know..." jinah's voice breaks him out of his momentary reveries, "jinho told me what happened, and he said that you... you wished to see your kids-"
"i'd rather not talk about it." jinwoo grits his teeth in response, hurriedly pulling up the hood of his jacket to help with hiding his expression from his sister. it wasn't like he wanted to remain so closed off from jinah-
it was the sheer fact that acknowledging how it was never real put an even deeper hole within his chest.
detecting the pain in his voice, jinah simply nods, walking beside her brother while softly sighing to herself. somehow, she knew that whatever jinwoo had went through truly took a toll on not only his mental health-
but his heart as well.
{ ... }
jinwoo felt guilty for remaining so closed off with his sister that he decided to cook her favorite meal later that night. while eating, he saw his sister trembling in her seat, eyes filling with tears before admitting to him, "w-when i saw you sleeping so deeply, like you were trapped in a glass coffin, i was so afraid that i would lose you- just like with mom a-and dad."
his heart twists even further upon hearing her admission, making jinwoo stand from his seat. he takes jinah's trembling form within his embrace, delving his fingers into her hair, "ssssh, i won't ever leave you... and i'm so sorry for making you wait for so long."
jinah sniffles and gives him a nod, "y-yeah, but, when you were still sleeping... jinho stopped by and helped a lot. he stayed by your side and gave me updates, s-so..." as his sister trails off, jinwoo felt a strange sense of relief at the thought of jinho helping his sister.
making sure that jinah was well fed, jinwoo makes sure to send her off to bed at a reasonable time for school. with all the dishes cleaned, jinwoo heads back to his room before taking out his phone. his gaze remains expressionless when he searches through the device while typing in a single name.
{ ... }
jinwoo and jinho were settled within ahjin guild's new building, with jinho looking over the thick notebook that held an almost frightening amount of notes pertaining to his boss's so-called dreamwife.
"this is the reason why you won't let hunter cha join our guild?" jinho looks away from the pages to meet jinwoo's gaze as he sipped on a cup of instant coffee. "yes, because i am already a married man and don't wish to have any distractions."
"does she know she's married to you?" jinho wasn't brave enough to flat out tell jinwoo how insane all of this was, since he still held him in high regard. after all, he knew that if it wasn't for jinwoo, then he wouldn't have had much success in kickstarting his own guild.
which was why he kept his own personal musings to himself, still doing his best to support the man he saw as his big brother despite it all.
"not yet." jinwoo glares down at his cup of coffee, "it's just... i know it's crazy, but you don't know what it's like to be in a coma for that long while experiencing something so vivid."
focusing his gaze on the dark liquid, jinwoo continues to reminisce about his dreams, "in my dreams, she was so real to me. her smile, her laughter, and the way she made me feel- every single thing about her has been imprinted on my soul."
finally meeting jinho's gaze, he gestures toward the filled notebook, "those pages contain every little detail that i know about her. from her favorite color to her favorite foods, to even her favorite books and movies- everything was written based on my memory of that dream."
jinho heaves out a little sigh before closing the notebooks all while sliding it back to jinwoo from across the coffee table. "you're right in saying that it is crazy, however, i'm stupid enough to follow with your whims and support you, boss."
{ ... }
jinwoo had a meeting to attend with the chairman, which was what brought him back to the hunter's association. he vaguely recalls go gunhee mentioning a new healer that would be transferring to seoul, and how he responded in a polite manner, doing his best to hide his disinterest.
when he steps out of the chairman's office, he nearly runs into someone, clicking his tongue as he wrapped his arms around the unknown person to keep them from falling to the ground.
"are you alright?" jinwoo asks, only for his eyes to go wide upon seeing a familiar head of hair.
"sorry, i got a l-little lost, is this the chairman's office?"
it was at that moment that jinwoo felt his heart cease its beat-
for he had finally found you.
{ ... }
heat was felt settled on your cheeks the moment you came face to face with sung jinwoo.
and gods above, he was far lovelier than you could have ever dreamt of. despite coming from a different country, you remained achingly aware of how a single hunter from south korea rose to the ranks, losing his former title of being the weakest in the world when he became korea's 10nth s-ranker.
in every candid shot you had seen of sung jinwoo, he appeared goofy yet incredibly cute at the same time. sure, you acknowledged his attractiveness on screen-
but nothing could prepare you when it came to finally meeting him face-to-face.
his boyish features were now amplified, with jinwoo standing well above you with his lanky frame. you take in the sight of his crooked smile and how his beauty seemed to be further accentuated by the sight of his sharp jawline.
you kept gawking at him for a few more seconds before quickly snapping out of it with a shake of your head. an introduction was felt settled on the tip of your tongue, yet jinwoo ends up further surprising you when he says your name.
"it's nice to finally meet you, my name is sung jinwoo."
you open and close your mouth in response, asking in an almost dumb manner, "h-how did you know my name?"
your question succeeds in making jinwoo stiffen in response, his outstretched hand remaining frozen. his mouth kept opening and closing, without a single word being said. "ah... well, the chairman was talking about you being our newly transferred healer earlier, that's why i knew your name."
you visibly relax upon hearing his explanation, letting out a sigh of relief, "oh, right, that makes sense!"
wishing to diffuse the awkward situation, you let out a gentle laugh and gesture toward the chairman's office, "ah, so, i guess i'll attend my meeting now-"
a gasp was felt lodged within your throat when jinwoo grips at your wrist, preventing you from moving forward, "wait."
you give him a questioning glance, earning a warm smile from jinwoo, "i'd like to welcome you here, so... would you care to join me for dinner later?"
the same warmth was felt against your cheeks, making you feel a bit shy when you give jinwoo a nod, "sure, i'd love to join you for dinner."
an overwhelming look of joy takes over jinwoo's features, with him letting you go to attend your meeting with go gunhee. "awesome, that's... great."
feeling dazed at the sight of his smile, you knew that the butterflies that kept erupting all across your abdomen prevented you from truly acknowledging the alarm bells that went off in your head, your mind slowly taken over with romantic daydreams pertaining to the famous hunter you had finally met.
and sadly, you would never know the true depths of sung jinwoo's obsession for you.
{ ... }
jinwoo had spent months preparing for this very moment-
and once he finally had you sleeping in the same bed with him-
there was no way he was going to squander it.
moonlight paints his room in subtle, glowing silver hues, painting our sleeping figure in an almost ethereal light. the powerful hunter was unable to sleep now that he had you so close to him-
exactly where he wanted you.
his whispers of your name remained constant, becoming so frequent that the syllables that made up your name felt like a prayer that fell from his parted lips.
of course it was like a prayer-
for jinwoo solely worshipped you.
you had come into his life in the most unorthodox of ways, where his first meeting with you happened during a mutual raid that happened when he first began his career as a hunter. he was barely out of high school when he attended a raid that nearly killed him.
somehow, he had gotten lost, nearly dying of starvation as he was left to rot-
life was felt quickly seeping out of him-
but that was when you came along.
you, with your gentle healing aura and kind eyes-
you, whose beautiful features were forever imprinted within his very mind the moment you healed him and offered him some food to help with regaining his strength-
you, who never once left his heart ever since that fateful day.
you became his sole source of light, using your existence as a means to push him forward when he was struggling so much with keeping his own life together (a sickly mother with a sister who relied on him in the wake of his father's disappearance).
you were the one who gave him the sole courage to face the many challenges that came with being the weakest hunter-
yet even when he was so close to death, your comforting presence never once returned to him.
by then, he was desperate to know all he could about you, and it was during this time that he realized that you had lived in a different part of the world, saving the lives of other hunters in gates that were more prevalent within your city.
but that didn't stop jinwoo's obsession from growing.
he kept what felt like thousands upon thousands of notebooks pertaining to you and your accomplishments, never once stopping his writings when it came to you all while praying for the day he would see you again.
up to the point where his fate had been altered by the events of the double dungeons-
jinwoo had never once stopped thinking of you. and when the system offered him another chance at life-
your face was all he could see the moment he accepts being the system's player.
while he performed all of the missions and tasks given to him, jinwoo had no intention of getting knocked out by the enemy, falling into a coma that left him helpless-
yet at the same time, the fact that he dreamt of you and the perfect life you had built together-
it only served to further solidify jinwoo's belief that you were made for each other-
made for him.
and it was only a matter of time that you would serendipitously appear within his life.
in fact, jinwoo had carefully orchestrated your transfer to seoul's hunter association branch. using the funds jinho had provided for him, he manages to find you, paying off your guild all while convincing your guildmaster to keep such a transaction a secret as the promise of your arrival further fuels his desires to see you again.
the waiting game for your arrival nearly killed jinwoo-
yet when chairman gunhee tells him about your transfer to seoul-
the hunter couldn't have been happier.
upon seeing you once more, he basks in your presence, knowing that you were by far the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. he ignores the need to chain you to him, wishing to take his time when it came to courting you-
because deep down, he wanted you to naturally fall for him more than anything else.
now, six months later, sung jinwoo finally has you exactly where he wanted you. unable to hide his feelings of pure devotion for you, he makes love to you after celebrating being together with you for half a year. after waiting far too long for you, there was no way he was going to ever let you leave him.
had you been awake, you would have noticed the crazed expression settled within jinwoo's gaze, his voice letting out soft coos of your name before laying beside you. he allows the back of his hand to caress at your bare skin, swearing an oath to never leave your side.
sliding his eyes shut, jinwoo carefully places your body against his naked chest, basking in your gentle hum as you buried your face deeper into his chest. hazy grey eyes look over toward his closet, knowing of the stacks upon stacks of notebooks he had dedicated to you were behind that closed door.
jinwoo supposes he could let his loyal shadow soldiers help with burning those books away-
after all, the shadow monarch had no need for them now that he has you in his arms.
end notes: lmao when the delulu is the solulu in jinwoo's eyes ♡
all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!
