hi could you make han sugang bf headcanons (with nsfw ofc)
han sugang sfw and nsfw bf headcanons !
summary: what it's like to date han su-gang !
( warnings: this post includes content that might be triggering. includes mentions of dv && abusive relationships. wanted to keep it true to his character and we literally see this man get physical with multiple women in the movie !! he would NOT be bothered about laying his hands on his significant other. )
sfw:
- sugang is the most possessive guy on the planet. don’t even think about talking to another guy when he’s around, he’ll beat the poor boy bloody and make sure you know it's your fault (even though it isn't)
- nobody will be able to touch you. being his means you are on another level of untouchable. anyone stupid enough to try and mess with you to get to him is left with a hefty hospital bill and a reason to splurge on a highly qualified therapist.
- this guy has more money than sense so expect to be overloaded with gifts whenever he’s in a good mood.
- tries to be a decent boyfriend who takes you on dates every week or so but more often than not they are crashed by his little gang of friends who for some reason just always know where he is.
- pda fanatic. doesn’t care who’s there or where you are, if he wants to back you up against a wall and stick his tongue down your throat then he will. so what if there’s parents and toddlers around, he’s just meant to wait to ravage you?? don't be silly.
- arguments are frequent and can sometimes turn dark. he’s not shy of putting his hands on you if he’s especially riled up, usually he’s yanking by your hair or wrapping his hand around your throat as a warning to stop talking to him in that tone. worst case scenario you’re reaching for the high coverage concealer at the back of your makeup draw to cover up marks on your face.
- will turn into the softest most apologetic guy after though. he’s giving you forehead kisses and cuddling with you, does anything you ask without hesitation. that girly chick flick you’ve been begging him to watch for weeks? put it on. that tiktok trend that you wanted him to do with you the other day? it’s posted within the hour. but it’s all a manipulation tactic with him. he’s not doing all of this because he’s genuinely sorry for hurting you, he’s doing it so you don’t see the light and leave him. he won’t let that happen.
- he has full control in the relationship. don’t bother doing anything without his permission unless you want to deal with his retaliation at your disrespect. everything has to be ran past him first: who you’re hanging out with, what outfit you’re putting on that day, what colour you paint your nails, etc.
- best gift giver to be honest, like stated before he does go overboard on gifts every now and again but when it's your birthday or christmas or an anniversary comes around he’s not just buying you meaningless pricey gifts to flaunt and show off, he’s buying you things he knows you genuinely have an interest in. will never admit it out loud but loves seeing your face light up when you unwrap a gift from him to see it’s something that’s been on your wishlist for months.
- won’t let you turn a blind eye to the bullying that he unleashes on the innocent people he decides will become his next victim. he’s making you join in, whether you like it or not. if he’s not demanding that you get physical with said person, then you better be prepared to hold your phone and record the whole altercation for him and his friends to look back on and laugh at later.
- if you ever try to break up with him, sick of his toxic behaviour, he’ll go to extreme lengths to make sure you stay. violence (to you and others), blackmail, threats, he’ll stalk your every move and mess with your head until you have no choice to return to the comfort of his open arms.
nsfw:
- going back to him spoiling you rotten with gifts whenever he feels like you deserve it (again), he always expects a little something in return. more often than not you're sliding down onto your knees whilst he watches you unbutton his trousers with a smirk, his hands eagerly pulling your hair back and out of your face.
- never uses a condom. this man goes feral at the thought of cumming inside of you, watching his seed drip from your open legs after a few rounds. he also loves to cum on your face or chest, he has a special folder on his phones camera roll app filled with those kind of photos of you for him to enjoy whenever he’s alone with only his hand to keep him company.
- sex that is public but hidden is his favourite. will slide his hand into your panties and finger you under the table when you’re out eating, watching your face for any sign of pleasure that you fail to hide. drags you to the bathroom at social gatherings and rails you from behind, not caring about how loud and obvious you’re both being.
- rough sex. rough sex. rough sex. he’s going to leave you marked up all over, aching, dazed and sometimes even crying from the intensity. you’ll be limping the next day and he just grins knowing it’s his own doing. the only time you’ll get slow, gentle sex from him is if he’s on the verge of sleep but still can’t stop his dick from rubbing up against you from behind.
- loves sending and receiving nudes, better when he knows you’re in a public setting where anyone could steal a glance over your shoulder and see little miss innocent eyeing up a picture of her boyfriends hand wrapped around his cock. constantly begs for pictures from you to a point where you wonder what he gets from seeing a picture of your bare boobs for the 30th time in a month, but you know just how much he appreciates it when you get a picture of his soiled sock a few minutes later.
- aftercare isn’t really a thing with him until he realises how down bad he is for you. in the beginning of your relationship he’s barely sparing you a look once he’s used you for his own needs, you might as well not be there at all. but as the months go by and his feelings (obsession) for you grows deeper, he’ll ask if you’re good and maybe if you’re lucky, offer to start a shower for you.
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.
(...)
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.
I got and idea like, Y/N is in Han Sugang gang too, but as time went by they got guilty from what they're doing, but because she can't just said she want to stop, they end up moving to another town without a word, but it just end up with Sugang finding them and trying to get them back
(Love your work btw)
✦ NO WAY OUT
“Reader is in Han Sugang’s gang, but start feeling guilty from their actions. Eventually she decides to leave, if it wasn’t for Sugang to find her again.”
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𓍢ִ໋🌹͙֒ Han Sugang x Reader ┊ kinda fluff, mention of bullying, obsession ┊ 1.9k words
The quiet inside the empty apartment was heavier than any silence Y/n had ever known.
For months, her life had been defined by noise. The reverberating echo of lockers slamming shut in the corridors the highschool. The sharp, collective gasps of terrified students stepping out of the way whenever Han Sugang walked through the front doors. The low, mocking laughter of his inner circle as they asserted their dominance over anyone who crossed their path.
Y/n had been right there beside him through all of it.
She had stood at his right shoulder, a constant presence in his shadow. Sugang had treated her differently from the rest. Where he was cruel and cold to others, he was dangerously attentive to her. He held a quiet, possessive warmth that felt intoxicating at first. He shared his jacket when the rain poured and looked at her with eyes that seemed to soften only when she was looking back. To the rest of the school, she was untouchable because she belonged to Han Sugang.
Yet as the days turned into weeks, the intoxicating haze began to clear, leaving behind a bitter, poisonous taste.
The turning point was subtle at first. A terrified student sobbing on the concrete floor while Sugang stared down with complete indifference. The hollow, dead eyes of victims who stopped fighting back altogether. Y/n started noticing the terror reflected in the glass windows every time she walked beside Sugang. She saw the way younger students shrank against the walls, praying to become invisible.
Guilt did not strike her like a lightning bolt. It seeped in slowly, like cold water filling a sinking boat.
Every laugh from Sugang started to sound jagged and sharp. Every time he pulled her close by the waist, boasting about their total control over the school, her stomach twisted into painful knots. She began staring at her own hands, wondering when she had become an accomplice to such unyielding cruelty.
She wanted to speak up. She wanted to look Sugang in the eye and tell him that this was wrong, that they were destroying people just because they could.
She knew the rules of his world better than anyone. You did not simply walk away from Han Sugang. To disagree with him was to betray him. To tell him she wanted out would ignite a terrifying storm of rage. Sugang would not let her leave quietly. He would burn down everything around her before he ever allowed her to walk away from his side.
The decision was made in complete secrecy during a rain soaked Tuesday midnight.
Y/n did not leave a note. She did not send a text message or pack her heavy winter clothes. She packed a single black canvas bag with essential belongings, turned off her mobile phone, and broke the plastic SIM card into tiny pieces. Her family had already completed the emergency transfer paperwork weeks prior, keeping the details strictly confidential.
By three in the morning, she was sitting on a squeaky leather seat in the back of an intercity bus heading toward a distant seaside town miles away. Through the rain streaked window, the neon lights of the city melted into blurry streaks of red and blue, fading into total darkness.
The next morning at the highschool, the atmosphere was suffocating.
Sugang arrived early, something he rarely did. He stood by the back row desk where Y/n usually sat, waiting for her to walk through the heavy wooden door. Minutes turned into hours. The morning bell rang, echoing down the crowded hallway, but her chair remained empty.
When he sent his boys to check her home address, they returned with pale faces and trembling hands. The apartment was completely cleared out. Her phone line was disconnected. It was as if she had dissolved into thin air, leaving behind no footprints, no explanation, and no goodbye.
For the first time since anyone could remember, Han Sugang lost his terrifying composure. He slammed his fist into the wooden blackboard, shattering the quiet classroom into absolute stillness. His chest heaved as he stared at her empty desk, a deep, furious ache tearing through his chest. She had escaped him, but in his mind, she had only started a game of hide and seek that he fully intended to win.
Meanwhile, three hours away, Y/n sat on a wooden bench near a quiet, windy shore. The ocean breeze was cold against her cheeks, carrying the sharp scent of salt and freedom. For the first time in over a year, her chest expanded without the suffocating weight of guilt. Yet, deep down, as she looked out at the dark, restless waves, she knew that someone as relentless as Han Sugang would never stop searching for what he believed belonged to him.
The small seaside town of Mukho was quiet, dominated by the constant hum of crashing waves and the faint smell of salt in the evening air.
For three weeks, Y/n had built a fragile sense of peace. She spent her afternoons working at a small coastal bookstore near the port, arranging paperbacks and watching the gray fog roll over the water. Her shoulders had finally dropped. The constant knot in her chest had begun to loosen.
She believed the distance had saved her.
It was nearly seven in the evening when the store's front door bell chimed, a soft, cheerful sound that usually signaled a local fisherman or a passing tourist. Y/n didn't look up immediately, busy stacking heavy hardcovers behind the front counter.
"We're closing in five minutes," she said softly, her voice calm and steady.
"Are you?"
The voice hit her like a bucket of ice water.
Y/n froze completely, her hands locking around the book she was holding. Her heart slammed violently against her ribs, sending a shockwave of cold terror down her spine.
She turned around slowly, every muscle in her body trembling.
Standing in the narrow doorway, framed by the dim coastal twilight, was Han Sugang.
He wore a dark coat dusted with thin coastal rain, his hands resting deep inside his pockets. He looked exhausted, sharp hollows beneath his dark eyes, but his expression carried an intense, unyielding focus that made the small room feel suffocatingly tiny.
A wave of pure panic crashed over Y/n. Her lungs seized, refusing to take in air. She backed away until her spine hit the wooden display shelf behind her, knocking over a stack of magazines that hit the floor with a loud slap. Her eyes were wide, unblinking, fixed on his face as if looking at a ghost.
"Sugang," she breathed out, her voice barely a whisper, laced with absolute dread.
Sugang didn't move toward her right away. He simply closed the front door behind him, turning the lock with a quiet click. The sharp sound echoed through the silent shop.
"Three weeks," Sugang said softly. His tone wasn't screaming or explosive, which somehow made it infinitely worse. It was low, dark, and dangerously calm. "Do you have any idea how many towns I had to search, Y/n?"
He took a slow step forward, his boots heavy against the floorboards. Y/n pressed herself flatter against the shelf, looking frantically for an exit, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
Sugang stopped just a few feet away. He saw the genuine, raw terror painted across her face, the way she flinched at his every step. A flicker of pain crossed his dark eyes, quickly replaced by that familiar, unshakeable obsession.
"You ran away," Sugang whispered, leaning down slightly until he was at eye level with her. He reached out a hand, his thumb gently brushing a stray tear from her cheek, his skin burning warm against her freezing skin. "You thought you could just disappear from me."
Y/n trembled under his touch, afraid to pull away, afraid to speak, her heart pounding so loud she was sure he could hear it.
"I told you once," Sugang murmured, his eyes locking onto hers with terrifying tenderness. "You don't get to leave."
The silence between them stretched, thick and suffocating, punctuated only by the distant, rhythmic sound of the ocean outside.
Y/n felt her throat tighten, the metallic taste of fear sharp on her tongue. She swallowed hard, trying desperately to find her voice through the panic that threatened to completely paralyze her.
"Sugang," she began, her voice shaking violently as she pressed back as far as the bookshelf would allow. "Please. I can't go back. I couldn't keep doing what we were doing."
Sugang’s hand lingered near her cheek, his fingers warm against her ice-cold skin. His expression flickered, a momentary break in his ruthless composure as her words sank in. He had expected anger, rebellion, or betrayal. He had spent nights picturing her laughing at him, leaving him behind without a second thought. He hadn't expected the sheer weight of her exhaustion.
"What we were doing?" he repeated softly, his brows drawing together. "You were with me. Nobody could touch you. You were safe."
"People were terrified of us," Y/n whispered, fresh tears spilling over her eyelashes. "I was terrified of what we were becoming. Every single day was just hurting people, Sugang. I couldn't look at myself in the mirror anymore."
Sugang stared at her, his dark eyes searching her face. The cold, possessive edge in his posture relaxed just a fraction, replaced by a profound, uneasy confusion. To him, the world was simple: you were either the predator or the prey, the ruler or the victim. He had built a fortress around them both through fear because it was the only way he knew how to keep control.
He slowly pulled his hand back, sliding it into his coat pocket. He didn't step away, but the suffocating pressure in the room eased just enough for Y/n to take a full breath.
"You should have told me," Sugang said, his voice dropping an octave, carrying a rare, raw strain of hurt. "You think I would have let anyone hurt you? You just vanished. You left me with nothing."
"If I told you, you wouldn't have let me leave," Yn countered, taking a small, cautious step sideways to put a inch of space between them. "You would have burned everything down to keep me there."
Sugang didn't deny it. He couldn't. His knuckles turned white inside his pockets as he stared at the quiet floorboards of the tiny bookstore, processing the absolute sincerity in her voice. He had spent weeks tracking down every lead, driven by a furious need to drag her back to his side. But standing here, seeing her frozen in absolute terror not of the world, but of him, something shifted painfully in his chest.
"I searched everywhere for you," he murmured softly, stepping back toward the front door. He placed his hand on the brass door handle, turning to look at her one last time, his dark gaze heavy with unspoken emotions. "I am not going to drag you back by force, Y/n. But I am not leaving this town without you, either."
With a quiet click, he unlocked the door, stepped out into the cool coastal mist, and disappeared into the twilight, leaving her alone in the quiet shop with the heavy realization that her past had finally caught up to her.
(MISC. MLST) . han sugang x female reader · boyfriend!sugang, est. relationship, sort of fluff, possessiveness, jealous!sugang, pretty sure some parts are ooc, but i haven’t watched this movie in soooo long
note. hi anon, if you’re still there, i would like to apologize for taking 4 months to finally answer your request!!
• obsessed bf!sugang who's been obsessed with you ever since he met you. he just can't get you out of his head!
• obsessed bf!sugang who attends classes he has no interest in, only to keep an eye on some guys that have been too caring for his likings. he doesn't even try to be subtle, arms crossed over his chest, glaring at one particular classmate that asked for your phone number. "it's for a group project." you had explained to sugang, who didn't seem pleased at all.
• obsessed bf!sugang who steals small things here and there from you. nothing big, nothing you would miss. just little trinkets of you, like lip balm or hair ties. anything that reminds him of you.
• obsessed bf!sugang who lies awake at night just thinking about you, needing to be with you. it keeps him up most days. sometimes you’d catch him sneaking through your window if you’ve refused to see him.
• obsessed bf!sugang who’ll brutally beat anyone who hurts you. no one except him can hurt you. not saying he actually would (if he truly cares) but he has his moments that he later regrets.
• obsessed bf!sugang who doesn't strip you of your rights. you know and he knows if you ever tried running he'd find you, so he has no problem with letting you keep your freedom. there are certain friends he prefers you wouldn't talk to but he doesn't ban communication with them, he trusts you to make the right choices.
• obsessed bf!sugang who gets jealous of your male friends and doesn’t like when guys talk to you. he won’t ever admit it but it will be very obvious. he’s very possessive and has his own idea of being “protective”.
• obsessed bf!sugang who is honestly just a big baby and needs constant attention!! will sulk otherwise and won’t wait for you to give it to him; he’ll take it himself.
• obsessed bf!sugang who will kiss you right in front of your teachers at any moment, openly put his arm around you in places he shouldn't, and your annoyed reaction turns him on in no small way.
• obsessed bf!sugang who is always standing behind you and looming over your shoulder. you’re literally never out of his sight, sometimes even finding yourself walking in the middle of a protective circle formed by him and his crew.
• obsessed bf!sugang who paces anxiously if you haven’t responded to his texts or he hasn’t seen you in a while if you’d been busy and he’ll start an unnecessary fight because of it but the way you two make up afterwards would be worth it.
• obsessed bf!sugang who makes things intense with him. just everything about the relationship is intense, both in a good way and bad way.
when the hunter meets someone who refuses to be prey
pairing:
han su-gang × fem!reader
synopsis:
Transferring to a new school was supposed to be a fresh start. Instead, you walked straight into a kingdom ruled by fear, silence, and one untouchable name.
Han Su-gang—the devil everyone bows to.
But you don’t kneel.
What starts as defiance quickly turns into a dangerous game of power, pride, and control, where lines blur and rules are rewritten. The school was only meant to have one devil.
Now, it has two.
contents:
power struggle
enemy tension
bullying themes
psychological games
strong female lead
slow-burn rivalry
school drama
dark atmosphere
note: its my first story so if there's anything you want me to keep my focus on just let me know , should I continue this? Lemme know
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Mooyoung High
Exemplary Anti-Bullying School
Funny how every school calls itself exemplary. Anti-bullying policies plastered on the walls. Smiling faces on the posters. Empty promises written in bold letters.
Because bullying exists everywhere.
I know that better than anyone.
I’ve been the quiet girl people shoved into lockers. I’ve also been the girl everyone wanted to sit next to, laugh with, be. I fought my way up—built my reputation, my confidence, my name. And just when I finally owned it…
We moved.
Typical.
I crossed the iron gates and stepped into the school, the front doors shutting behind me with a hollow thud. So this was my new beginning. Or my new hell. Either way, I’d survive. One thing was certain—I refused to become small again.
I lifted my chin, painted on my best smile, and went looking for the teachers’ room.
I found it quickly. Nothing special. Class placement, signatures, polite nods. Then I was back in the hallway, searching for my new classroom.
The moment I walked in, every conversation died.
All eyes turned to me.
No surprise. International students weren’t exactly common here. I took the empty seat at the back and set my bag down. As I unpacked, a few students approached me. They were nice—almost too nice. Nervous smiles. Careful voices.
That’s when they warned me about him.
“You need to be careful,” a girl whispered. “If you get in his way—or his group’s—you’re dead meat.”
“It’s true,” a guy added, his eyes shiny with fear. “Don’t talk to them. Don’t even look at them unless they tell you to.”
I smiled, small but amused. “It can’t be that bad, right?”
No one answered.
They just shook their heads.
So… the school devil. Probably a rich boy with too much power and zero consequences.
Too bad for him.
I don’t bow to anyone.
Classes started soon after, and honestly, they weren’t worth mentioning. Just the usual routine: introducing myself to teachers, answering their questions, pretending to care. By the time the lunch bell finally rang, my patience was gone.
“Finally,” I muttered, pulling out the lunch box I’d packed that morning.
A few girls came over and sat with me, reintroducing themselves as if we hadn’t already met. The conversation flowed easily—rumors, gossip, whispered names. I listened, threw in a few sarcastic remarks, and laughed along. After a moment, I asked casually, “Do you know a place where I could smoke?”
Two of them looked genuinely shocked. The others didn’t even hesitate. One grabbed my hand, and soon we were walking toward a forgotten part of the school—an area most students avoided because it was under renovation.
Perfect.
I pulled out a pack of Marlboros, offering them one before lighting my own. I took a slow drag, letting the smoke settle in my lungs as we talked and laughed, the tension of the morning fading away.
That’s when they walked in.
A group of girls and guys filled the space—confident, loud, effortless in the way they owned every room they entered. Straight out of a movie. The school’s untouchables. I smirked, but the girls around me went silent instantly. I didn’t need to ask. This was the group. The one everyone was afraid of.
Honestly? Still not impressed.
My thoughts were cut off by an irritated, whining voice.
“Get lost. This isn’t your place,” said a girl with long hair, a sparkly phone clutched in her hand like it was part of her personality.
I slowly straightened my back, lifting my head and meeting her eyes, the cigarette resting lazily between my fingers.
“Didn’t realize this place had your name on it,” I replied calmly. “It’s school property. That means it’s for everyone.”
“Keep your smart mouth shut,” another girl snapped, her face layered in far too much makeup. “And who do you think you are, anyway?”
The girls behind me stayed quiet now, clearly watching, clearly curious.
“I just transferred,” I said with a small, confident smile. “And there’s no need to rush.”
I took another drag and exhaled slowly.
“You’ll know who I am soon enough.”
That’s when their leader stepped forward.
At least, I assumed he was the leader.
He was tall, undeniably handsome in a sharp, untouchable way. Cold eyes. An empty expression. Not a trace of emotion on his face, like he’d long forgotten how to care.
“Get lost,” he said flatly. “Or you’ll be this week’s plaything.”
His voice was calm—too calm. And the smile that followed was even colder, never reaching his eyes.
The girls beside me stiffened instantly. One tugged at my sleeve, silently begging me to leave. They were already backing away, fear written all over their faces.
But instead of following, I stepped closer.
I lifted my chin and looked straight into his eyes. “And if I don’t?” I said softly. “What if I want to play?”
For the first time, something flickered in his gaze—surprise.
Then his hand was in my hair.
He grabbed it tightly, forcing my head back just enough to make his point. I hissed—not from pain, but from pure shock.
“You think you’re cool?” he said quietly. “Talking back like that?”
His grip tightened for a heartbeat before he released me.
“You’ll learn your place,” he continued coldly. “Just like the others. Now get lost.”
I didn’t respond.
I turned and walked away, catching up with the girls as if nothing had happened—except for the smirk I couldn’t hide.
Game on, then.
The rest of the day passed in a blur. Word spread fast. Whispers followed me through the halls, curious eyes burning into my back during class. I could feel it—I’d done something no one else dared to do.
When the final bell rang, my friends surrounded me immediately.
“That was insane.”
“You were so cool.”
“Sexy, even—but seriously, you should back down. If they target you, it won’t end well.”
I waved them off with a shrug. “Don’t worry about me.”
After classes ended, I finally went home.
At home, everything felt strangely normal. I ate, finished the homework assigned for the next day, and collapsed onto my bed, scrolling through social media. My mind drifted back to him—the cold eyes, the fake smile.
The devil.
I remembered his name and searched it.
Han Su-gang.
Of course. His father had power. His mother had influence. No wonder he ruled the school like it belonged to him.
Figures.
I locked my phone, set it aside, and let sleep take over.
The next morning, I woke up refreshed—and deliberate.
I got ready slowly, adding jewelry to the uniform shirt and jacket, just enough to bend the rules without breaking them. I chose a shorter black skirt, skin-colored tights, my heels, and my favorite bag.
AirPods in, head high, I walked toward the school.
Let’s see how the devil plays his game.
The moment I walked in, people stared.
I loved it.
I met up with my friends, and we headed toward the classroom together. That’s when the devil and his minions appeared. They didn’t say a word—just scared the girls off with their presence. Before I could react, two guys grabbed my wrists. One was well-built, the other bald. Their grip was tight as they dragged me toward the school’s studio.
We entered the room, while Han Su-gang walked into the monitoring and production room next door.
“Such a nice welcome,” I said sarcastically, adjusting my clothes as if I weren’t surrounded.
“Let’s play rock, paper, scissors—but with a twist,” said the long-haired girl, a proud, superior smile spreading across her face. “Every time I win, I slap you.”
The others grinned. Phones came out. Recording.
“I could never say no to an invitation like that,” I replied calmly.
I set my bag down and stepped into position.
Rock, paper, and… scissors.
Rock, paper, and… scissors.
A sharp slap landed on my cheek.
Laughter exploded around the room.
I didn’t react. I just smiled and raised my hands again, ready for another round. The voices grew louder—mocking, cruel.
“She can’t even play.”
“This is embarrassing.”
Rock, paper, and… scissors.
Rock, paper, and… scissors.
Slap.
The guys cheered. I caught a glimpse of Han Su-gang through the window—laughing. He was broadcasting everything. Letting the whole school hear.
“Are you scared,” the girl mocked, “or should we play another one?”
“Another,” I said immediately. I smiled again, my cheeks slightly pink, eyes burning.
“What are you waiting for?”
Rock, paper, and… scissors.
Rock, paper, and… scissors.
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.
.
Slap.
But this time, it wasn’t me.
My hand connected with her face—hard.
She fell back, landing on the floor with a stunned gasp. The room froze. The guys stared. Even Han Su-gang looked taken aback through the glass.
I lowered my hand slowly and smiled.
“Isn’t this fun, guys?” I said calmly, my smirk sharp. “Anyone who tries to step in my way will end up like this.”
I glanced around the room, making sure everyone understood.
“I just want a peaceful school life.”
And with that, I walked out, heading back to class—head high, back straight. No hiding. No backing down. Even if I had to play dirty like them.
