#humin

[susiezilla2]

[10baku]

໒꒱ who was i to think that i could fix you?

summary : in which finding a particular piece of clothing made you remember about your ex boyfriend.

park humin x 𝒻!reader ★ warnings : angst no comfort post break up use of profanities past memories

᭙ƈ 1.6k+ | ♯ note : contemplated leaving this draft to continue collecting dust but i pulled through! kind nervous about this … and i hope you’ll like it. feedbacks r very very much appreciated!

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓂋    ׅ   ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𓈒   ﹗ your room was inhabitable. on your desk, disorganised stacks of books, files and sheets of paper. beside it was your trash bin, filled to the brim. and a giant mountain pile of clothes that was staring at you. you were not the type to neglect your chores. but who could blame you? you couldn’t find motivation to do anything. life hasn’t been that kind to you.

juggling between responsibilities of a student as well as a convenience store worker has been draining the life out of you. simply said, you’re beyond exhausted. burnt out. but you can’t continue living like this.

sighing for the nth time, you sat up from your bed. you dragged your feet to the laundry basket and took a deep breath. it shouldn’t feel this difficult. slowly, you picked up your clothes and started folding them. skirts. jeans. socks. tank tops. you got into a productive rhythm.

until.

a familiar piece of clothing came into view.

“what the hell?” you blurt.

did someone splashed a bucket of ice all over you? there was this indescribable feeling that was running through your veins. you felt goosebumps rising at the back of your neck. was it even possible for one to forget how to breathe?

“unbelievable,”

this word echoed in the back of your mind. just as when you thought things were going well. you scoffed in disbelief. there was no way you were about to have a mental breakdown over a sighting of this stupid piece of clothing.

it has been too long, a couple of months in fact. this thing, it can’t be here. it felt like you were never going to escape this endless loop of finding scraps of park humin everywhere you go.

the weight of his sweater on your hands felt unbearably heavy as you unraveled it even more. the red of the fabric was glaring at you. the white print in the middle of the sweater spelled, baksal along with a number 10.

slam dunk, was it? the show starring this character on his sweater that he loves so much. he even dyed his hair red after him. you couldn’t help but to smile a little.

but the sentiment died as soon as you remembered who this thing belonged to. the red was blazing. you wanted to throw it away. you wanted it buried, cremated if possible. but instead,

you slipped it on.

the second it hugged your figure you immediately wanted to rip it off.

but you didn’t.

because the red wasn’t burning you. it was just warm. like a warm hug. for a moment, you let yourself drift away. a ghostly scent of earthy, soft sandalwood and mild musk prickles your nose.

you closed your eyes and it almost felt real.

too real.

you were back to reminiscing. remembering when things were good between you and him.

humin was someone refreshing to be with. listening to his rants like a podcast; his smile and laugh contagious.

"i didn't mean to drop the chopstick— it was all gotak! i swear sieun was this close to beating me up," humin gestured a small gap between his thumb and index fingers.

you shook your head. "you're fucking clumsy. i'm shocked that sieun didn't stab you with it,"

"hey! why are you not on my side!" humin sulked.

you chuckled at his reaction. "because it was clearly your fault,"

"that's it— i'm not letting dad give you any chicken," he turned the other way.

"what? no—!" you quickly went after him. you ended making up to him with some kisses.

humin who detangles your messy thoughts, the one that cures your pain with touch. he'll wrap an arm around your waist as he tuck your loose hair strands behind your ear.

"stop that," he whispered.

confused, you asked him what he meant.

"overthinking. i'm strong, i can take care of myself,"

"i know, you are. i'm just scared— that one day you'll break,"

you leaned into his embrace. his scent hits your nose, fills up your lungs. it was addictive, it messed with your brain chemicals. humin leaned down to your neck and marked soft feathery pecks. you could feel his hand sneaking at the side of your face, warming your cheeks.

humin smirked softly. “then you'll piece me back up,"

excitement bloomed in your heart, a smile creeped up your face.

he’s here!

hopeful, you instantly opened your eyes.

right, it didn't work. it always didn't. just more clothes in your view. a familiar tightness wraps around your throat as your vision blurs.

"not a magician, ___."

there was this uneasiness clenching your chest, you couldn't shake it off. you hurried to the windows and pushed it wide open. the air sent chills down your spine. you shut your eyes and inhaled shakily but all you could still smell was him. all you could think about was that night.

the late evening breeze bit your cheeks as you slithered through the crowds in the streets. your chest heaved as you drew in massive gasps of air while trying to ignore the anguish in your legs. bile built up at the back of your throat, threatening to come out.

all you could think about was park humin as you ran and ran and ran.

it had been a tough few weeks. humin had been acting strange. he left your messages unread and missed your calls. he had gone radio silent, with you and his friends. you did tag along with his friends to scout for humin, but to your dismay, he remained untraceable.

rumors been circulating your school about this organisation called, the union. a syndicate involved in criminal activities, which seemed rather amusing for high schoolers to be running. you overheard conversations about eunjang being next in line. you knew of your boyfriend's status in eunjang, which did not help in this situation. his absence caused you sleepless nights and more worry.

you have been lurking on an internet forum that was recently created: a discussion about the union. you weren't the type to meddle about these things but you were so desperate. hoping for crumbs of information about humin, even if means that he could be part of the union. the thought of it made you sick to the stomach. how could your sweet boy be part of that?

as you were navigating the forum, a post caught your attention. news flash of a new union recruit that had beaten up punks from seoknam high at a club. attached below was an image of a buff tall man, wearing black from head to toe. along with a video of him striking a punch to the stomach of another man. it couldn't be. you recognised that figure anywhere.

that was why you started running out of the house. rushing to the location, with only one goal in mind, park humin.

as soon as you reached the intersection, you were wheezing. adrenaline was rushing through your veins: your lungs felt like it was on fire.

you spotted the club from the forum and that pushed you to continue your chase. he must be near, you were sure of it.

as you travelled deeper into the street, you scanned the area frantically. your mind chanted the outfit that humin was wearing. black hoodie. black hoodie. black hoodie.

then your phone buzzed in your hands. looking down on the screen, your eyes widened. you picked it up almost immediately.

“hey—”

“what are you doing here? you're tracking me down, aren't you?” the man's voice sharp, void of any warmth.

"where are you humin? please, i need to meet you,"

"your far from home, ___."

your eyes darting around every inch of the area, hoping to spot his figure. "i'll go to you. tell me where you are,"

"you don't know what you're doing,"

ignoring his warning, you firmly stood your ground. "i need to see you,"

"stop! i need you to not be like this, ___! whatever you're doing is so fucking dangerous. reckless! it's late. get home right now and stop this,"

frustrated, you snapped at him. "no, fuck you! you've ignored me for weeks, park humin! we're worried sick! i'm worried.” you spitted out. “and now you joined the union? going around getting into fights? the fuck was i supposed to do! sit back and watch?"

all that replied you was silence.

you've officially lost it. you were so out of it.

"i'm sorry," voice ragged, you didn't mean to lose your cool. color drains from your face, petrified that you blew your chance. "just— let me see you. let's talk, okay? come back home. come back to me,"

you heard humin taking a deep breath and then softly,

"you're going to let me go,"

no.

"humin—"

"don't dare try to find me again,"

before you could protest, he beats you to it.

"___. you're better off not knowing the shit that i'm going through. go home, forget about me. forget about us,"

your grip on your phone tightened. your world felt dizzy, blurry.

"i have to do this. you're everything to me, my ___." he whispered. "i'll only destroy you in the end,"

"but i love you," you slipped out.

another pause to which he confessed,

"you will find someone else who is stronger than me to say that back to you,"

oh.

"humin, i'm begging you—,"

"goodbye, ___." and the call disengaged.

a loud beep of a car down the road snapped you out of your trance. remorse filled the silence of your room. if only you ran faster or acted calmer, maybe you wouldn't end up like this. at that moment, you allowed yourself to feel. tears streamed down your face: sadness an understatement to describe your emotions.

it's definite that humin's heart may no longer have space for someone like you. yet you still can’t help but hold onto hope that he’ll come back. but for now, wrapped in his red, you indulge in your sorrows.

[pixiexdusts-world]

Earn it back

Park Hu-min x ex!reader

Summary: After a group dinner, Baku walks his ex home, and old feelings resurface as teasing turns into something softer between them.

Word count: 1,104

Everyone in the group knew that Baku and you had history.

They never really talked about it, but the tension was there—unspoken, quiet, and still a little warm around the edges.

You’d broken up months ago, mostly because you couldn’t stand watching him come home with bruised knuckles and split lips anymore. He’d said it was “just how things were,” but you’d had enough of worrying every time he disappeared after school.

Still, you stayed friends.

Sort of.

He didn’t push, and you didn’t distance yourself completely. You still laughed at his jokes sometimes, still sat near him when the whole group hung out—just never close enough to make it confusing.

That night, the six of you—Baku, Gotak, Si-eun, Suho, Juntae, and you—were crammed into a booth at a small late-night restaurant, finishing off a dozen side dishes and too many bowls of ramen.

Gotak was telling a story that had everyone laughing, Suho kept stealing bites of other people’s food, and Baku was across from you, leaning back with his usual careless grin.

Every so often, you’d glance at him—and catch him already looking at you.

He’d just smile, small and soft, like he didn’t mean to.

When the night wound down, you stood, brushing off your coat. “I’ve gotta go the other way,” you said, pointing down the opposite street.

Baku’s head lifted immediately. “I’ll walk you.”

You blinked. “It’s fine, it’s not far—”

He was already getting up. “It’s late. I’ll walk you.”

You didn’t argue again. The group waved you off with teasing grins as you two headed out into the quiet, neon-lit street.

For the first few minutes, it was mostly silent. You could hear your footsteps on the pavement, the distant hum of a motorbike passing by.

Baku shoved his hands into his pockets, walking beside you. “So… I’ve been staying out of fights lately,” he said casually, trying to sound nonchalant.

You hummed, amused. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He glanced at you from the corner of his eye. “Not many lately. And when I do fight, I win.”

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “You really just said that to impress me, didn’t you?”

He grinned, rubbing the back of his neck. “Maybe a little.”

“Baku,” you said, laughing softly, “that’s not exactly the kind of flex that works on me.”

He snorted. “What, you don’t think winning fights makes me look cool anymore?”

“Did it ever?” you teased, nudging him lightly with your shoulder.

“Hey,” he said, pretending to be offended. “You used to think it was cool.”

“I used to think you were cool,” you corrected. “Big difference.”

He chuckled under his breath, a low, warm sound. “Still think that, though, right?”

You gave him a playful look. “Hmm… maybe you’ve gotta prove it first.”

That got a small smirk out of him, one that made your chest tighten in that frustratingly familiar way.

By the time you reached your street, the conversation had turned easy again. You’d fallen into laughter, trading stories, teasing him for his cocky remarks and half-baked compliments.

When you finally stopped outside your house, the mood softened. The streetlight above cast a warm glow, and for once, Baku looked almost shy.

He kicked at a pebble, then looked up at you. “Hey,” he said quietly.

You tilted your head. “Yeah?”

He rubbed the back of his neck again, eyes flicking away. “I meant what I said earlier. About the fights.”

You stayed quiet, watching him.

“I’ve been trying,” he said. “Not to go looking for trouble. Not to… mess up again.” He exhaled, then met your eyes. “I don’t want to lose people over that anymore.”

Your chest tightened, the sincerity in his voice catching you off guard.

He took a small step closer. “I know we’re just… friends now. But I still—” He hesitated, then said it anyway. “I still love you.”

The world seemed to still for a second. His voice was softer than you’d ever heard it, almost unsure.

You bit your lip, eyes flicking up to his. “Baku…”

He let out a short laugh, trying to hide how nervous he was. “You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted you to know.”

You stared at him for a moment, then sighed softly. “You really are trying, huh?”

He shrugged, smiling faintly. “Trying’s all I can do right now.”

You took a step closer, reaching up to brush a bit of dirt off his cheek. His breath caught slightly. Then, before he could say anything, you leaned up and kissed his cheek.

Baku blinked, startled, as you stepped back with a small smile.

“You’re getting there,” you said quietly. “But you’ve gotta impress me a bit more before I take you back.”

His eyes widened, then a grin slowly spread across his face. “So… there’s a chance?”

You turned toward your door, hiding your own smile. “Maybe.”

He chuckled, hands sliding back into his pockets. “Guess I’ve got some work to do, then.”

“Guess you do,” you said, glancing over your shoulder.

And as you disappeared inside, Baku stood there for a moment under the dim streetlight—hand brushing where you’d kissed him, a quiet smile tugging at his lips.

For the first time in a long while, he felt like fighting for something actually worth it.

[gzu1]

[juliettejwnewinesa]

Hiii, i really love your writing, and I'm sure you're one of the best writers on the app. Could you do a headcanon about the weak hero boys having a children? Like, they would be parents of a girl or a boy. And how they would treat the child. Pleaseee!

( sorry if I wrote anything wrong, english is not my first language! )

🌟 Weak Hero Characters as Fathers

🐾 Ahn Suho - Girl Dad Supreme

He SWORE he wasn’t ready for kids… until the doctor handed him his daughter and he just broke. Softest look you will ever see on Suho’s face.

Terrifying to everyone else but his daughter uses him like a personal jungle gym. She tugs his hair? He lets her. Climbs on his shoulders? He carries her around like a princess.

He’s extremely protective. Like… someone coughs near her in public and he looks.

But he’s a surprisingly gentle parent, he talks to her with a soft voice nobody else ever hears.

He sleeps with her tiny stuffed toys next to him when she’s away. Never admits it.

🦁 Humin Park - He’s the Golden Retriever Dad

The second his baby is born he cries. Not a tear. FULL crying.

This man buys every educational toy ever invented. The baby doesn’t even know how to sit yet but he's like: “He/she needs to learn colors early.”

He carries them everywhere. On his shoulders, in his arms, on his chest, never puts them down.

His kid will be the most confident child alive because humin hypes them up like crazy.

“YOU CAN DO IT! WALK! WALK TO DADDY! YOU’RE THE STRONGEST!”

He’s the type to blow kisses to them during school presentations.

✒️ Yeon Sieun - Girl Dad

When the baby is born, he holds them like they’re a glass ornament. He’s terrified of hurting them.

Extra careful, extra gentle, extra quiet.

He reads bedtime stories with the most soothing voice ever.

Makes cute little lunches shaped like animals.

His daughter clings to his leg when she’s shy, and he covers her with his coat so she feels safe.

If anyone upsets her? Yeah you're getting your ass kicked.

Na Beakjin - father of a Son

He’s strict but deeply protective.

He teaches his son discipline, confidence, and strength.

But when no one is looking, he softens so much, like brushing his son’s hair back teaching him how to tie shoelaces soft.

Gets emotional whenever his son says “Daddy.”

He tries to raise him to be everything he couldn’t be.

Secretly fears his child will inherit his past, so he puts in effort to show affection, even when it feels unnatural for him.

🌙 Geum Seongje - Extremely Soft Boy Dad

His son is literally his entire world.

Loves carrying him around on his hip while doing chores.(cause no way in hell are you doing the chores when you gave him the moist, beautiful baby boy)

Talks to him like he’s an adult even though the baby can’t understand anything.

His son gets sick easily and Seongje panics every single time, calling the doctor for EVERYTHING.

Takes so many pictures of him it becomes a whole album on his phone.

When the baby grabs his finger, Seongje melts into a puddle.

[lecatty]

Hi!! Firstly I want to apologize for my English it’s not my first language. Could I request a fluff??

Baku x fem!reader where reader is Sieuns sister (year younger) and at first meeting with them she’s annoyed especially with Baku but when Sieun got into accident she was the one calling them and Baku comfort her. And I kind of don’t know how to write ending if it’s possible I count on you🫣

Again I’m sorry for my English. Hope you gave wonderful day.🫶🏻

hello!! first of all your english is amazing, and ofc! c: tysm for ur ask!

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keep you safe - park human

pairing: baku x sieun's younger sister! reader

genre: fluff, slight angst (sieun gets hurt)

summary: you were not a fan of your brother's loud friend, him being one of the most popular guys in school didn't help his case when it came to you. however when you found out your brother got into an accident he was the first one to comfort you, helping you rest easy.

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it was your first year in eunjang high school, you only saw sieun's friends a handful of times but finally he introduced you to his friends offically. he wanted you to have people you felt comfortable with in the school for the first few days, however that was not the case. you found his friends interesting.. to say the least. the boys were annoying to you from day one, yet you still hang out with them after school whenever they ask.

you were especially annoyed with park humin, his cocky personality, his loud voice, the way he is protective of you sometimes more than sieun is. you couldn't stand it, and you didn't hide the fact that you couldn't either. you always pushed him away when he got close to you, go quiet when he says something annoying, ignoring his advances at being closer to you, and yet he was by your side every moment he could.

"I hate you." you say after he makes another dumb joke, going back to studying for a test.

"you love me." he countered, leaning closer into your personal space. sieun didn't care when baku did this to you, it's a common occurrence.

"never." you stuck your tongue out at him, moving away.

"immature." he smirked, as you immediately defend yourself saying how he's more immature than you are by a mile. he just smiled as you argued with him, watching you with dazed eyes.

"you're not even listening are you." you huff, going back to your work when he just laughs. that's how it always was between you two, that's as close as you allowed him to be and he was content with where he was.

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then came the day it happened, sieun got into a fight with boys from another school in front of your eyes. you screamed, cried, begged for them to stop and when his body went limp that's when they left. you quickly checked his pulse while calling the ambulance, adrenaline rushing through your veins as tears fell out of your eyes. he was alive but unconscious and when you both were in the ambulance to the hospital you opened your phone to call someone you didn't know who to go to, but you dialed baku's number in a daze.

"hello?" a groggily voice said, as if he just woke up.

"b-baku.." you let out, words unable to come out of your throat. he heard your voice crack and he immediately sat up.

"where are you?" he asked, you let your tears fall as you text him the hospitals address.

"I'm on my way, be there in 10." he says before ending the call, your heart pounded as panic set inside your body watching your brothers body lay limp on the stretcher. your breathing uneven as you held your brothers hand firmly.

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you sat outside of sieun's hospital room, tears still falling down your face as you let out small sniffles. you wiped your tears with your sleeve holding your arms to your eyes as you just breathed, attempting to calm yourself down.

"y/n?" a voice said, you removed your arms from your eyes to turn to the voice. it was baku in his sleep wear, walking up to you to take your head into his arms. you cried hard into his chest, griping his shirt tightly as your body shook he stroked your hair softly as held you tight.

"is he okay?" baku asked when your breathing finally evened out, you nodded.

"they said he should be fine, but he needs to stay at the hospital for a few weeks." you explained, baku nodded finally allowing you to pull away from him. you finally looked at him, making eye contact with him the way he looked at you made you feel like he cared. making you feel all warm when he wiped your face with his sleeves.

"it's late, come stay with me tonight." he said, you looked at him confused.

"I can't let you stay in your house alone, sieun isn't here to protect you right now and I promised him I would keep you safe." and this time you didn't argue with him.

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might make a part 2 about what it was like staying with baku but that's a heavy maybeee.. :p

[akariamai]

Old Wounds, New Faces [Part 1]

Pairing: Go Hyun-tak x OC

Word Count: 2992

Part 2

The world splintered when Ahn Su-ho was deprived of consciousness. Oh Beom-seok was once a beloved friend turned foe due to his loneliness that festered into uncontrollable rage. He set his wrath to the undeserving Su-ho, who his mind twisted an innocent amity into a commanding affair, and decimated not only his friendship with the boy, but all of his genuine connections. The sun would not shine for them for a long period of time, but for one, an overcast will shadow their being for eternity.

Si-eun and Eun-kyung were choked with guilt. Si-eun believed he had a hand in destroying Su-ho's life for not being strong enough and Eun-kyung despised her inability to appear in Su-ho’s time of need. Failure clung to them like a good friend. They had lost a pivotal pillar and confidante in their lives; the impression he left weighed on their battered friendship. His absence was felt. It lingered in every waking moment. Haunted by the what-ifs of that specific night.

A constant motif that dwelled in her mind was of time travel. To have the ability to repeat the day and alter the sequence of events that led to the downfall of Su-ho. To relieve his grandmother of the grief of missing her only grandchild and to spare Si-eun of his misplaced guilt.

Sometimes, her mind wanders further back. To the day they confronted the sham gangster and his crew of runaways. Other times, she wishes to rewrite Su-ho and Si-eun’s introduction to Beom-seok when he first transferred. It was a never-ending calamity. No matter how many scenarios her mind conjured up, the outcome would ultimately stay the same: Su-ho stuck in perpetual sleep and Eun-kyung cursed to be unable to help.

Life hadn’t been the same since. Si-eun, overwhelmed with an intense ire for revenge, enacted a violent vengeance against those who had a hand in Su-ho’s condition. She didn't know the exact details of his assault, but she heard rumors that it was an impassioned and bloody altercation. She never asked for details. She didn't care for them. She would only know if Si-eun wanted her to know.

Si-eun had told her about his inevitable transfer. A sort of punishment for his actions pushed by Beom-seok's adoptive father. It lit a fire within her that after all the crimes his son committed, whether he chooses to acknowledge it or not, that he still chose to be petty. Si-eun’s new school was somewhat closer to hers, although she had heard terrible stories that had allegedly occurred at that school. She could only hope that Si-eun would open himself up again for the right people and make more friends.

From what Su-ho had told her, Si-eun was the type to pretend not to care. He constructed walls to put distance between himself and other people. He very rarely allowed others in, but underneath his facade he was just a boy who yearned to love and be loved.

Si-eun and Eun-kyung spent their days seated outside of Su-ho's hospital room. The room itself felt too suffocating; it made the situation feel more surreal than it already was. Outside of the bleak walls they could pretend.

Si-eun took this time to document his days via text while Eun-kyung wrote in her journal specifically for Su-ho. It was a miniscule gesture to ensure Su-ho would feel included. To brief him on the happenstance of their lives, to share the moments he missed, and to insure Su-ho knew they thought of him the entire time he was (hopefully) temporarily gone.

Their visits would usually end after eating at Su-ho's old workplace. Eun-kyung took it upon herself to help out until he could return. They would eat the lettuce wraps Su-ho so desperately forced upon them when he was awake. They would mostly eat in silence, only murmuring about their days occasionally, and ruminating over the fond memories they shared.

After a couple of days, Si-eun looked better. The dark circles under his eyes were fading and he looked happier. He mentioned of a happenstance that ended with three guys and himself being forced to volunteer over the weekend. He promised to visit Su-ho later that day, but Eun-kyung was delighted he was lowering his guard with others.

Eun-kyung offered to give him a ride as Su-ho’s grandmother allowed her to ride Su-ho’s bike in the meantime, but he declined. In his own silent way, he appreciated her concern even if it was unwarranted.

There was a placidity to the day after Si-eun was forced to volunteer. It was a bit unnerving and nothing she did could settle the pit that continued to grow in her stomach. Something was wrong, but she couldn't place her finger on what. It was just a feeling, a sentiment she felt before, that also ended in tragedy. She could only hope she was wrong.

As she maneuvered her way out of the sea of young girl, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She instinctively dug for it and saw Si-eun had been the sender. He was not an avid texter like her. He mostly read the blocks of texts she'd sent, only throwing her a thumbs up emoji to let her know he was finished reading, but when he did text it was important.

Sad Eyes: Track my location, my friends are in-trouble

Her heart dropped in that moment as buried feelings erupted to the forefront of her mind. She briskly opened the WithMap app and began sprinting in his direction. While she wasn't too far from his location she feared she wouldn't make it in time as he appeared to be moving away from her. She pushed her body to its maximum compacity . She wouldn't dare to be late again. She couldn't be late again.

The app showed Si-eun had stopped and resided in the building she was now entering. She took a slight breather when she noticed the amount of stairs she would have to climb before she hurried up the steps. Si-eun and his friends were in trouble. She was so close. She pleaded for everyone to be alright; she couldn't lose another friend or see Si-eun be riddled with even more guilt.

When the door was in-sight, she pushed her entire weight onto it and the sound of the door slamming deafened the commotion. There were five guys she didn't recognize. One, who wore a deep burgundy uniform, towered over Si-eun, who was laying on his back unmoving. It felt like frigid water was doused over her head. The scene was all too familiar. She wanted to cry out to Si-eun, to plead for him to wake up, but his assailant was far too close.

Instead, she casually dropped her backpack before asking, "Who's Hyun-tak, Jun-tae, and Hu-min?"

One of the boys, who looked to have been only watching the assault, pointed at two others who were huddled together in pain. "There’s Hyun-tak and Jun-tae."

The one closest to her arched an eyebrow, mild amusement seeped onto his face, as he turned to Hyun-tak and Jun-tae. "And what business do you ha-" His question was interrupted by her fist. Her assault persisted as her fury inflamed. This guy hurt Si-eun. She ensured every blow she enacted was meant to confined him to the ground. That the ache would be too distressing to even attempt to get up.

When she determined justice was served, and the line not meant to be crossed was far too close for comfort, she looked at the two uninjured guys and said, "Tell your boss if he fucks with with Si-eun and his friends again, I will tear down his little gang brick by brick." She motioned to the door, "You can go now."

The two took a brief moment, eyeing their defeated friend lying on the ground, before bolting out. They scurried away like little mice running from a predator, leaving their injured comrade to suffer the consequences, it was almost laughable if Eun-kyung wasn't filled with worry about Si-eun.

"Si-eun!" She rushed towards his immobile body. His eyes fluttered as if he was trying to focus his vision. "Can you hear me?"

The door behind her was slammed opened and another figure joined them. It wasn’t neither of the two guys from earlier. This was someone new. He wore the same colored uniform as Si-eun, except he wore no tie and the shirt underneath was black with bits of white.

He consumed the scene before rushing towards Si-eun. "Hey Si-eun! Are you okay? Si-eun!" Eun-kyung watched as this unfamiliar guy stress about Si-eun’s health. He was genuinely worried. Si-eun had several scrapes on his face and bruises were starting to emerge.

"Su-ho," Her heart sank, "Eun-kyung, I got into another fight. I'm sorry."

Her lip quivered before a tear trailed down her cheek. She swiftly wiped it away before reassuring him, "It’s okay. I'm just relieved you're okay." Her reassurance seemed to calm him down enough for him to fall unconscious.

In the distance, sirens could be heard getting louder. Worried they were for them, she turned to the boy next to her. "I'll take Si-eun. Can you help the others?"

He paused for a moment before nodding, "Yeah." He made his way towards the other two and they mumbled softly for a bit. She stabilized herself before lifting Si-eun into her arms. He was lighter than she previously thought. She noted to buy more snacks for him when they went out.

She waited for the others to gather their thoughts before they began the journey down the stairs. As the sirens grew closer their movements accelerated. They didn't want to get caught. When they reached the every last step, the guys had no clue where to go.

"We can go to my apartment." Eun-kyung offered. "It’s close by." They agreed and silently followed her.

The group swiftly evaded capture by sticking to the alleyways. Eun-kyung had occasionally strolled through the seedy parts of her neighborhood and knew how to navigate them all safely. She could rest easy now that everyone of importance to Si-eun was relatively safe minus some emotional and mental distress, some minor injuries, and immersed guilt spouting out of one specific member. Overall, they all appeared to be fine except for Si-eun, who looks like he took the brunt of the assault. Eun-kyung considered that a win. She just wished Si-eun didn’t have to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders.

When they reached her apartment door, she welcomed them in. “You guys can take a seat in the kitchen. I’ll take out my medkit after I lay Si-eun down.” Her apartment wasn’t that spacious. The kitchen and the living room kinda melded into one entity. That was a small hallway that head to only one bedroom—her room— and the bathroom.

The guys did as told, each guy sitting down on a chair, utterly exhausted of the days events. Eun-kyung walked into her mundane room and gently laid Si-eun’s unconscious body on her covers. Si-eun looked peaceful at the very moment minus the obvious bruising and scratches. She hoped no nightmares plagued his being for the unforeseeable future. He deserved to be riddled with good dreams.

After she left him alone, she went for her medkit. It was a small and inexpensive thing, but it’d been beneficial so far. Most of the items were already used as Su-ho and Si-eun had a knack of finding trouble. She had spent the majority of her supplies on them.

With the med-kit in hand her eyes wandered to the Si-eun’s schoolmates. The bespectacled boy was a familiar quiet. It was not like Si-eun’s intense, but warm silence. It was like a breeze on a excruciating hot day. Cooling as it brushed against the skin.

The one with the slight tan was blazing, yet still carried a placidity to his glow. He was brilliant as the sun, but illuminated for only a selected few. There was a glint in his eye that beamed a sort of sorrow. It was the same one she saw in Si-eun, but his was much more pronounced.

The last guy was much like the moon. There was a hidden gentleness to his tough facade. A dingy overcast that obstructs his splendor. A softness that cocoons the person of his affections. He was exquisite in the way one could not expressed. It was just there, shrouded in the uncertainty of his history, but tangible to only those who knew what to search for.

Eun-kyung took a seat in the last available chair and pushed the med-kit towards them. “This should help.”

“Thank you,” The bespectacled one said. His voice was meek and slightly drowsy. He immediately cared for the wounds of the guy right next to him.

“And you are?” The one with the tan asked.

“I’m Si-eun’s friend.”

He sent her a smirk, “What a coincidence, so are we.”

“So I heard.” She quipped.

“I didn’t know Si-eun had any other friends.” The one being cared for uttered.

“Si-eun’s a very private guy.” She mentioned, “You guys probably noticed.”

“He’s not exactly subtle.”

The conversation dwindled for a minute before she said, “He’s told me about you guys.”

“About how handsome I am?”

“About how obnoxiously loud you are.” She jested, “You’re definitely Hu-min.”

“Guilty.”

She let out a laugh before pointing to the one wearing glasses, “You’re adorable. You must be Jun-tae.” He ducked his face while it turned a bright red. He toyed with his fingers before nodding slowly.

Eun-kyung smiled, “And you must be Hyun-tak.”

Hyun-tak nodded.

“I’m Eun-kyung.” She stood up from her chair and walked towards the kitchen, “Are you guys hungry?”

“Yes!” Hu-min roared in delight.

Hyun-tak playfully smacked his head, “Be quiet. Si-eun’s sleeping.”

Hu-min rubbed the back of his head, sending a glare to his friend. “But I’m starving.” Hu-min cried, “I could faint at any moment. Do you even care?”

“No.” Hyun-tak joked as Jun-tae watched curiously in the sideline.

Eun-kyung cut in, “I can make fried chicken.” She didn’t have much food in her apartment, she usually spends her days eating out, but yesterday she had more free time to prep for today’s meal. “Is that alright?”

“Sounds good.” Hyun-tak nodded.

Hu-min hummed as if he was daydreaming, “Fried chicken.”

“Do you need help?” Jun-tae questioned about to get up.

Eun-kyung held up her hand before reassuring him, “I just need to make the batter and fry it. Just get some rest.”

Eun-kyung opened her cabinet to take out a pan, a bowl, flour, cornstarch, baking powder, and a variety of spices. She washed the bowl thoroughly before adding and mixing various ingredients until the batter was smooth.

She added oil to her pan, turned on the stove, and walked to her fridge to get the marinated chicken. In the background she could hear the boys chatting as the mood became lighter. She continued on with adding the chicken to the batter, making sure to coat it meticulously, when she heard her name.

“Eun-kyung,” Hu-min’s voice was unexpectedly subdued. “On the rooftop, Si-eun called out a name.”

She stilled for a brief moment; he paused almost unsure of how to navigate the conversation. The other two grew silent. Almost waiting for a blowout argument. She waited for him to continue to ask about him—Su-ho—she could feel her heart race.

Hum-in bit the bullet and asked, “Who’s Su-ho?”

“Su-ho is a friend of mine and Si-eun.” Eun-kyung said while keeping her hands and mind busy. She had never spoken about Su-ho outside of the Si-eun and the people who knew him.

“What happened to him?” This time it was Hyun-tak who asked.

Her vision was becoming blurry. “Someone hurt him and Si-eun blames himself for what happened.” She didn’t want to dive into the details while she was frying chicken. The betrayal still burned in the back of her mind. Beom-seok was supposed to be their friend, but he turned out to be an adversary. His anger corrupted him and then, he turned his attention to Su-ho.

She remembered sitting outside of his hospital room watching the video, the last one of Su-ho fully conscious, and feeling utterly helpless. She watched Beom-seok and two other strike Su-ho after he was already down.

She sniffled, “Can one of you watch the chicken?” She didn’t want them to see her this vulnerable. While the guys were friends of Si-eun, they were strangers to her.

Hu-min stood up, “Yeah.”

She pulled out a tray and placed it on the counter near the stove. Hu-min was already standing next to her and she said in a shaky voice, “It needs to few more minutes.”

She walked inside of her bathroom and shut the door behind her. The bathroom was very plain and impersonal like the rest of her apartment. She stood in-front of her sink and turned on the cold water, splashing her face to get rid of the redness in her eyes, and took a deep breath.

She closed her eyes for a brief moment and could hear the hushed tones of the guys in her living space and the sizzling of the chicken frying. She took a glance at her reflection and she looked utterly drained.

She spent a few more moments before she deemed herself ready. She opened the door, crept towards her bedroom door, and peeked inside to see if Si-eun was still asleep. He hadn’t moved one inch.

Eun-kyung walked back to her kitchen. The guys didn’t mention Su-ho afterwards. She silently thanked them before taking over the cooking once again.

Eun-kyung ate in silence, but she revelled in the boisterous manner in which Hu-min, Hyun-tak, and Jun-tae behaved. Hu-min and Hyun-tak reminded her of Su-ho and Si-eun in a strange way. She could see bits and pieces embedded in them, but they were also so different. She was glad Si-eun found a group like this one.

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