Baek dong-ha x fem reader plsss 🙏 🙏
Title: “Almost Wasn’t”
Baek Dong-ha x Fem!Reader
Genre: Angst | Romance | Canon-divergent | Smut
POV: Third person | Reader = “Y/N”
Warnings: Smut (18+), scars, trauma, rough but consensual sex, grief, guilt, emotional breakdowns
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PART I — Ghosts Don’t Heal
Everyone thought he was dead.
That night after the rooftop, when Union fell and the police raided the remains of the empire once ruled by Donald Na, Baek Dong-ha disappeared into the chaos. No body. No blood. No closure.
Y/N didn’t cry. Not at the funeral they held without a casket. Not even when Ben Park broke down and Eugene Lee, with trembling hands, placed a white flower at the makeshift memorial. She didn’t cry, because crying was for endings. And Dong-ha… Dong-ha never gave her one.
The first time she saw him again, he was standing in the shadows near the gym.
Hood up, bruises half-faded, eyes like a storm.
"You're late," Y/N said, trying not to shake.
Dong-ha looked at her like she was the ghost. "You waited?"
And then she ran. Straight into him, fists pounding on his chest. "You bastard. You fucking bastard—"
His arms caught her like instinct, his voice hoarse. "I know. I know. I didn’t die, but I wished I had."
Her tears soaked his shirt. "Don’t say that."
He didn't reply. But his hands stayed, fingers curling into the back of her shirt like he was scared she’d vanish.
Weeks passed. No one else knew he was alive. He lived in the basement of an abandoned boxing gym, working under a fake name and sleeping on concrete.
Y/N visited him every night.
Sometimes they talked. Sometimes they didn’t. Sometimes she sat in silence while he stared at the ceiling, replaying everything: Donald. Wolf. Gray. That rooftop.
She found him shirtless, sweat glistening, scars across his back like violent brushstrokes.
“You keep punishing yourself,” she said.
“I deserve it,” he muttered, wiping his face.
Her voice cracked. “And what about what I deserve?”
That made him turn. And when he saw her trembling, lip bitten raw, something inside him snapped.
It started with his hand gripping her wrist.
Then her mouth — parted, soft, gasping — against his.
He pressed her into the cold wall, kiss desperate and uneven.
“I can’t give you a future,” he growled against her neck.
“Then give me tonight,” she breathed.
His answer was a low groan.
He lifted her easily, fingers sliding beneath her skirt, yanking her underwear down as he carried her to the mattress on the floor.
Y/N clawed at his shoulders, whispering his name over and over like a prayer he didn’t deserve.
"Dong-ha... please..."
"Don't beg." His voice cracked. "I'll give you anything."
Her shirt was gone. His lips were on her collarbone, then lower, then lower.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he whispered against her skin.
Y/N nodded, but she was already writhing beneath him, thighs shaking as he spread them apart.
He slid two fingers inside her slowly, eyes locked on her face.
"So wet already," he muttered, biting his lip. "You want me to ruin you?"
"Yes."
He kissed her like it was the last time.
Her moans echoed off the concrete as he finally pushed into her, inch by inch — rough, thick, deep.
"You feel like heaven," he rasped.
PART VI — Confessions in the Dark
They didn’t speak for minutes after. Just panting, tangled limbs and silent tears.
But he broke first.
“I’m not the same,” Dong-ha whispered. “You wouldn’t love the person I’ve become.”
Y/N turned his face toward hers, eyes fierce. “You didn’t survive all that shit to hate yourself for living.”
He choked on a breath.
"Then why do I feel like dying when you're not here?"
She pulled him close.
“Because you’re still human. Because you still can feel.”
And then she kissed him — slow, deep, steady — like she was piecing him back together with her lips.
Dong-ha didn’t disappear again.
The world still didn’t know he was alive, but Y/N did. And that was enough.
He got stronger. Stopped flinching at every loud noise. Started drawing again — his sketches were rough, brutal, honest.
She posed for him once, bare and unashamed, letting him capture the curve of her spine and the look in her eyes when she whispered, "I’m yours. Even now."
And for the first time in forever, he believed her.
