#hanwool

[bidkvilw]

Hey! I just read the Kang Wooyoung headcanon you wrote and I loved it 😭💖 Can you pls do one for Pi Hanwool too? 🙏 And it would be perfect if it contained some nsfw (if you want of course) 🫣😽

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⤷ STUDY GROUP PI HANWOOL HEADCANON’S !!

—> possible grammar mistakes (sorry Eng isn’t my 1st language!!)

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❈༓࿐ • includes: Fem!reader. Reader x phi hanwool

❈༓࿐ • A/N: my first study group post kinda nervous guys 🥹✌️anyways i hope you like it, and OH MY DAYS HOW I LOVE HANWOOLLL. Btw study group fandom is starving on tumblr, i gotta help us with that gng request anything. I found out smut is not my thing sorry 💔

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SFW :D !!

‧₊˚♡༉ He stalks you. A LOT. Not always in a toxic way, he just likes to know where you are,and with who. He likes when things goes his way, especially those connected with YOU. When youre out with your friends he often texts you something like

“is it safe there?” “Should i pick up you earlier?” “You should take a turn the next alley, that first one could be dangerous.” “The app glitched, where are you?”

Oh yeah i forgot to mention. App, tracking one. Its easy to find you when youre drunk after a party, or picking you up on time without saying anything about it before. You dont mind it, cause he uses it only for a purpose.

‧₊˚♡༉ his jokes? Um.. some of them are awesome you can laugh a lot especially those connected with stolen kisses when you two are cuddling.

But, those jokes are rare, the main ones are.. well, nice. Heh.. one time when you two were watching a action movie with a horrifying scene about dropping salt on a guys wounds he watched it normally and “joked” to you “feels like im seeing my father.” With that nonchalant stupid smirk that is barely seen. You? Jaw dropped. Overall his jokes are mainly dark and so fucking random it makes you wonder is he actually alive.

‧₊˚♡༉ likes to steal your food. Often when you eat cookies,noodles or just anything next to him he usually steals a bite. He could be nonchalantly on his phone when he lifts his hand up and steals a piece, or leans closer for you to feed him. He likes it, always saying “your just taste better.”

But when you’ll steal his food, he looks silently at you like You murder his entire family.

‧₊˚♡༉ he loves having you around without any purpose but will never admit it. He knows your loyal and that fantasises him the most. He trust you, thats rare for him since he barely trust anyone. He loves hearing your hums or watching your stupid habits. Your his peace, a place where he can shut his brain down and just be. He’s thankful for you even tho he is who is he is.

‧₊˚♡༉ he loves late night drives with you, he often take you out for a one but you two made a routine that EVERY Friday is your guys night. He drives to your house to pick you up then you two are just driving around the city and at the stand staying at a grass hill with the view for the whole city. He showed you that place, he admitted that he was the only one that knew about it, and now he calls it “our place.”. Sweet huh?

‧₊˚♡༉ he wears your hair tie on his wrist. When you suggested that he look up at you with QUIET terror. But when you asked again he answered immediately. “Do you have it today?” His calm and blank question made your eyes lit up, you nodded and put it on for him, since then he has never taken it off. Well only once when he needed to replace it with another one when his previous one got soaked in blood while he was beating up some guys, when he was telling you about it his expression was still blank but his eyes stared down at his wrist, not daring to look up. He really looked like he was feeling dumb, but you decided not to point that out. You gave him another one and till this day he was taking care of it like a 1m+ dollars watch. Or something even more expensive, its hard to tell since hes a rich guy.

‧₊˚♡༉ spoils you with everything, food,drinks,clothes,money,plushies and etc. He loves doing that, the sparkles in your eyes when you saw a cute plushie or a nice shirt, he took it silently and bought it for you. You always felt sumb because of the amount of money he’s spending on you, but he always shrugged it off with a slight smile. “But you want it, then why would i not buy it?” He always says. TOTAL princesses treatment, give him loyalty,understanding and patience and he’s yours. Carry your bag? Sure. carry you over? As you please. Massage your thighs, he’ll insist. Hes not all sappy and clingy. He just wants to pay you back because of the fact you accepted him and his life. Hes usually cold, sometimes a bit distant but believe me, he loves you, and will treat you with respect.

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[juliettejwnewinesa]

Have you seen Study Group?

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He Only Listens to You

Pairing: Pi Han-wool x Reader (Y/N) Setting: Canonverse (Study Group timeline, violent high school, fights, tutoring, dark undertones) Genre: Romance, Angst, Action, Obsession, Smut Length: Full one-shot ~10,000+ words POV: Third person (Y/N-focused)

Author's note: Have you seen night has come?

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Y/N didn’t understand what she had done to earn Pi Han-wool’s loyalty.

He didn’t talk to anyone. He didn’t fight for anyone but Ga-min. And he definitely didn’t give a shit about anyone else.

But when it came to her, something shifted in his gaze. He looked at her like she was a secret only he got to keep. Like he could kill for her, die for her, or sit in silence for hours beside her and it would still mean more than anything.

It started during the second semester.

Y/N had been assigned to tutor the bottom five students in Class 3-5. She didn’t complain. Not out loud, at least.

But when Pi Han-wool dragged his chair across the floor and dropped into it with the quiet rage of someone who had seen too much for someone his age, she froze.

“You don’t have to try with me,” he said without looking at her.

“That’s fine,” she answered, flipping through her notes. “I’ll try anyway.”

That night, someone from Class 2-4 tried to grope her on the way home.

The guy didn’t make it to second period the next morning. No one saw Han-wool move, but the guy was found behind the gym with a broken wrist and a shattered jaw.

Y/N never said a word. Neither did he.

But after that, he started sitting closer. He’d rest his cheek on his arm and pretend to sleep while she explained algebra. His eyes were always half-open. Watching her lips. Watching the way her fingers moved. Watching the world only through her.

He only spoke when she spoke to him. He only acted when she was in danger.

When Ga-min went down in a fight and everyone turned to Han-wool, he didn’t move.

Until Y/N whispered, “Help him.”

Then he snapped.

Like a dog off leash, he cut through the crowd like wind. Fists cracked bone. Blood spilled. And when it was over, he came back to her, shirt stained red, eyes asking for praise.

She never gave him what he wanted.

Not then.

The night everything broke open, it was raining.

She found him behind the school, knuckles raw and eyes empty. A cigarette dangled from his lips even though he never smoked. It was someone else's. A threat, maybe. A promise.

“You’re hurt,” she said.

He shrugged. “They deserved it.”

“Who?”

“Anyone who looked at you too long.”

He kissed her like he wasn’t supposed to.

He kissed her like the world was ending.

His hands were cold from the rain but her skin burned wherever he touched. His mouth was rough, desperate, but when she gasped, he pulled back like he had overstepped.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

Her fingers curled into his soaked shirt. “No.”

In her bedroom, he barely said a word.

But the way he touched her said everything.

He stripped her down slowly, reverently, like memorizing a textbook he couldn’t afford to fail. His hands trembled, not from fear, but restraint.

“You’re the only one who talks to me like I’m human,” he whispered against her thigh.

Then he devoured her.

She thought he’d be brutal—and he was, in his own way. But there was a worship in his violence. A kind of hungry need to leave no part of her untouched.

He stayed inside her as long as she’d let him.

When she asked if he wanted to stop, he shook his head and begged, “Not yet.”

After that night, he didn’t change.

He was still silent. Still deadly. Still loyal to Ga-min.

But everyone noticed the way he moved when she walked by. The way he stood behind her in fights, always between her and the chaos.

Someone asked him, half-joking, if she was his weakness.

He looked them dead in the eyes and said, “No. She’s my reason.”

She tried to leave him once.

Told him he was too intense. Too much.

He didn’t argue. He didn’t beg.

He just looked at her like she had gutted him. Then he walked away.

A week later, she woke up with bruises on her window sill—not hers. Knuckles. Like someone had been standing outside every night, fists clenched, watching over her in the dark.

When she confronted him, he just said, “You said I couldn’t have you. Not that I couldn’t protect you.”

She kissed him again.

Harder this time.

When the school collapsed into war, and every faction turned on itself, Han-wool fought without mercy.

But when someone grabbed Y/N by the throat and held a knife to her cheek, he lost it.

He didn’t stop hitting the guy until his own fists split open.

She had to pull him off, whispering his name over and over until he collapsed against her.

“They touched you,” he gasped, voice shaking. “They don’t get to touch you.”

She held him that night.

Let him bury himself inside her again and again until he was too tired to move. Until the only thing he could say was her name.

They called him a monster.

They were right.

But even monsters have someone they’d never hurt.

Someone they’d burn for.

And for Pi Han-wool, that person was her.

Only her.

Always her.

[seongwooceo]

I NEED MORE FICS OF HANWOOL PLEASE SOMEONE YOUR GIRLS DESPERATE 😭😭✌️

[d10nsaint]

☆ let the light in ! | Hanwool and Geonyeob park x fem! reader (separate)

request here <3

HANWOOL

Hanwool usually doesnt have the time to sit down and enjoy doing mundane things with you, like cooking, watching tv, playing games, stuff like that

but, he does know how to give a good hug once in a while. And if he has enough time, He’ll sit on the couch with you and cuddle!

He likes being the big spoon—it gives him a sense of security knowing you’re safe in his arms.

Cuddling with Hanwool is so comforting, He doesnt mind if you vent to him or just talk to him! He loves your voice and getting to know more about you through what happens during the days.

And if you want to sit in silence, he’s up for that too, he just doesnt like it as much. He wants to hear you, get to know you more, listen to your day, find out about who you talk to. But he loves you, and would never want to force you to talk about things that you dont feel comfortable speaking about.

GEONYEOB

He…doesnt really cuddle..?i cant explain it

He doesnt have time to do something like that, he’s too focused on getting revenge. Avenging his mother comes before everything and everyone, including you. If you somehow do get him to cuddle, he’s tense and doesn’t know what to do or where to put his hands.

Its a long awkward silence before he shuffles underneath you and says that he should get going, before leaving you by yourself.

He’s flustered, embarrassed, and sad at the same time. He’s sad for you because he knows he messed up your attempt at spending time with him, but he really doesnt know how to do it. He’s flustered because of how much he loved holding you in his arms—You were trying so hard to make him relax and he just couldn’t.

That was the one time you tried to cuddle with him. Although he was sad, it was understandable. He tried to make it up to you with gifts, but you have understand that he isn’t emotionally capable of being ‘romantic’ right now.

[fskgmegunoba]

I can confirm that Hanwool is Zen'in Naoya's son. Look at that smug face and crooked smile, those eyes definitely screams Zen'in, eyelashes too!!!

(Except his characterization is a lot similar to that Zuko ATLA)

[yaatrickyassification]

Hellooo, can you write Hanwoolxy/n with enemies to lovers trope? thanks!!

Thank you for your request!

[ Hanwool Phi x Gn! Reader ] - Enemies to lovers.

Being an accomplished person inside a den of greedy and powerful men or women vying to get just an inch of the fame and power that you have accumulated in your time inside of Yeon Baek's foundation was difficult. The line of people easily exceeds over a hundred, but you've never thought that the esteemed young master of Yeon Baek foundation will be one of them.

"You're disgusting." Another insult was hurled at you, the man sitting before you was none other than the young master of Yeon Baek foundation, Hanwool Phi. You've never thought of him as someone who will vie for your position when it's him who's in a higher position than yours.

All you did was to help Yeon Baek grow up to this day and it will never exceed the birthright of an only child of the infamous Yeon Baek Phi. "Yes, I know. Young master." The easiest way to get out of an argument was to just agree to everything, you didn't have the time to butt heads with the son of the man you work for.

The click of his tongue was heard throughout the cafe that his father oh so gloriously rented for reasons that he can disclose, though he did tell you to get comfortable with his son. But you really can't do that with the said son glaring daggers right at you. Well, handling him can't be that hard.

"Young master-" You were cut off very rudely by the man and you've always thought of yourself as someone above the ordinary but Hanwool Phi was getting on your nerves, you grit your teeth in annoyance and continued listening to whatever insult he will hurl at you.

"I can't believe that you're the esteemed demon everyone calls, you look mild. I bet you can't even hurt shit, I wonder what my father sees in you. He must have felt pity for your parents' deaths. Though traitors don't deserve pity, don't you think so? [y/n]." Fuck, this was getting on your nerves, no it was already inside of you. The anger, sadness, and emptiness that you have experienced from the death of your parents, and this man dared to curse them when they have already died and are repenting for their sins.

They might be traitors of the Yeon Baek foundation but you won't stand still if they're insulted, any insults against you are tolerated but insults to them were not allowed in your presence. And before your mind understands everything, your body is already moving as you try to grab the man in front of you and throw him off a cliff that no one will ever find.

"You two are getting along well." Your hand that was tightly clutching onto Hanwool's collar went stiff as the voice of Yeon Baek Phi echoed throughout the establishment, and your eyes met with the man who caused your ire. His smug expression and the knowing look in his eyes pissed you off, and you immediately knew. You fell right into his trap.

Hanwool Phi was waiting for you to slip right in front of his notorious bastard father, and slip you did. The hold on his collar and the small knife pointed at his neck were clear indicators of treason. You can't help but let out a small curse, "shit." Hearing that Hanwool smiled and tapped your hand that was still holding his collar. "Let go, if you don't want me to cut off that hand of yours."

You immediately let go and turned to face your boss with a stoic expression on your face, "I'm sorry." You can hear Hanwool snickering in the background causing you to grit your teeth and your hands tightening so much that it leaves half-crescent moons on your palms.

A sigh was heard and Yeon Baek continued to speak, "I've heard what Hanwool said, your ire is sure to be guaranteed. But I don't want anyone to lay a hand on my son again, do you understand?"

"Yes sir." You bowed your head again, "good, I'm only letting you off because we wouldn't have come this far without your help." In the corner of your eye, you saw Hanwool smiling and waving at your form.

"I've come here today to tell you about Hanwool's enrollment in Yusong High." You glance at Hanwool discreetly before turning your attention back to your boss, "and I've decided to send [y/n] with you Hanwool."

Hanwool flinched and tried to open his mouth in protest but the cold look on his father's face left him stiff on his seat. "Yes, father." Never in your life for the first time you have wanted to die right on the spot.

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A year has passed and you have watched Hanwool build up his empire of school bullies in Yusong High, you have seen almost every side of Hanwool Phi more than anyone. Because you have been by his side without ever leaving, you didn't expect to at some point find the man's company comfortable.

He had wormed his way inside of your walls and had your heart in a tight grip, but this was the first time you have ever seen him look this peaceful. Hanwool was standing on the rooftop and his hand was holding the ledge gently, all sorts of colors of the sun setting down the horizon bathing him in all its glory making him look more handsome at this moment.

You watch on quietly before finally deciding to open your mouth, "are you sure about this?" He turned his head to look over at you and he shrugged and motioned for you to get closer and you followed. You stared at him right in the eyes before turning it back to watch the sunset.

"What do you mean by that?" You were sure that he knew what you were thinking about but you sighed and reiterated your words from before.

"The teacher." You said, Hanwool turned to look at you before flicking your forehead and letting out a clicking sound, "I'm sure, if she goes even further, my father will do something." You sighed and turned to face him.

"I meant you, will you be okay?" And Hanwool stills, his face was passive and his eyes cold but you can see the hesitation and loneliness hidden beneath his eyes, "I'm sure."

And you wish that the man won't break when his decision will come and hit him where it most hurts.

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A month was how long it took for Junghwa Oh to fall, and as she falls so does Hanwool. His face was ridden with tears as it fell and fell uncontrollably, his hands that were tightly holding on to your clothes as if it was his lifeline subtly hurt the skin underneath the cloth but you stayed quiet.

"Was it me? It was my fault, wasn't it? Fuck, I should have been more aggressive in pushing her away. itsmyfaultitsmyfaultitsmyfault-" You held the man's face in your hands and you stared right into his eyes, concern was seen in your [e/c] orbs and it made Hanwool feel warm and comforted in this situation.

"Calm down," Your voice was soothing and Hanwool felt like all his doubts and guilt were washed away down to the deepest parts of the ocean in which he won't bother about the complicated feelings he had inside of himself.

"How can I-" You held his face tighter and pulled him closer than before, "you can." The firm tone was all the thing that Hanwool needed, his head drop and your hand was the one keeping his head in place. He nuzzled his head to your cold palms and he let out a shivering sigh.

His fingers loosened their hold on your shirt but never let go, "I'm disgusting aren't I?" You have heard thousands of insults from the man before you but this was the first time that he has used an insult for himself, the you're was replaced by I.

"You are." He laughs before hitting your shoulder weakly, "you fucker, can't you even comfort me properly?" He sighs and puts his head on your chest and he lets out a small smile which you can feel through your clothing, "you won't leave me right?" And your breath hitched before stiffly nodding your head.

"You're such a liar, be grateful that I like you, or else I would have killed you for lying to me."

"I'm not lying." You muttered firmly.

"You aren't?" Hanwool glances up at you with eyes that look cold and emotionless, "Yeah." And he nodded his head satisfactorily. A smile that finally reached his eyes was seen on his face.

"Yeah, that's right. You better not leave."

You were now stuck as the lover of your enemy's son but you didn't find anything wrong with it, after all, the man does hate his father too. Won't it be romantic to kill his father together? You were sure that Hanwool would like it. Hanwool likes it when you do everything together, after all. Be it eating or staining your hands in blood, everything done together was something Hanwool would never replace.

[larettajudith]

💙🤍 HANWOOL 💙🤍

[lonelieremperor]

Mind including me as well?

And he's baaack! Yeah, boy! You're already included in my heart—