#mr plankton

[thepurplebones]

[aousboom]

I waited for you out there for a while, but you never came back. So I thought you might come looking for me here. See? I was right.

MR. PLANKTON (2024)

[eggsaladstain]

lee yoo mi HAS the range

Squid Game (2021) All of Us Are Dead (2022) Strong Girl Nam-Soon (2023) Mr. Plankton (2024) As You Stood By (2025)

[1liv]

WOO DO-HWAN as HAE-JO in MR. PLANKTON 1.01

[dailywoodohwan]

WOO DO-HWAN as HAE JO MR. PLANKTON (2024) 1.01

[carlosainzgf]

it’s him

hae jo x fem!reader (smut)

warnings: none! just really soft smut. but kinda sad begging.

you adjusted your scarf as you stood outside the apartment building, staring at the address in your hand. after weeks of recovery and hesitation, you had finally decided to visit hae jo. it wasn’t easy— you weren’t sure what you wanted to say, or even if he wanted to see you. but the thought of leaving things unresolved weighed on you too heavily to ignore.

you took a deep breath and walked up the stairs, your heart beating faster with each step. when you finally reached the apartment door, you raised your hand to knock, hesitating for a moment before.

the door opened, but instead of hae jo, a middle-aged woman stood in the doorway. she had a fake but somewhat a warm smile, her hair neat, and a fancy outfit. you blinked, momentarily confused.

“um…i think I have the wrong place,” you said, glancing down at the slip of paper in your hand. “im looking for hae jo.”

before the woman could respond, footsteps approached from inside. hae jo appeared behind her, his hair damp and messy, a towel slung over his shoulder, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. “who is i-“ before he could finish his eyes widened.

he said you name, though it was more like a question, his voice thick with surprise. your gaze flickered from hae jo to the woman, then back to him. your confusion deepened, her brows furrowing. “did- did i interrupt something?”

the woman let out a hearty laugh, stepping outside to let hae jo move forward, leaving you two alone and for him to do the explanation.

“why didn’t you call?”

“i wasn’t sure if you’d want to see me… but i want to talk.” hae jo ran a hand through his damp hair, a gesture of unease. his gaze flickered to the woman briefly before returning to you. he seemed conflicted, torn between his desire to talk to her or just saving you both from another possible fight.

he moved aside to let you in. he could never resist you. you took a step inside, your eyes darting around the small apartment. it was surprisingly neat given hae jo’s usual tendency towards clutter. he shut the door after her, gesturing towards a comfortable-looking couch. you took a seat, your gaze on his bare chest. the silence between you was heavy, filled with both tension and anticipation.

unsure how to begin you stutter over your words at first before finally speaking.

“i know we both said mean things to each other…but i can’t stop thinking about you. i know that i said you make me feel like shit but i feel even shittier without you. i said that you’re never with me but i feel even lonelier without you.” taking a breath you continued. “it’s hard being with you but it’s harder being without you. i can’t fix you, can’t make you better, can’t break through your world, you’re unfixable…i know that now. maybe the way im loving you is killing me but i can’t not be with you.”

tears welled up in your eyes as you talked “i just- i just wish that you would hold me and say that you were mine. fuck it, i love you. i really do. i just wish you weren’t so fucked up-” he held your face to get your attention and calm you down.

he leaned in and kissed your tears away. in moments like this he made you forget about how fucked up he actually his. and maybe that’s what you liked about him. his fucked up self. his kisses moved from your eyes, cheeks and finally to your lips. he captured you in a suffocating kiss. he kissed you hardly, as if he was afraid you’d slip away. your crying had calmed down as he pulled away, leaving you with quiet sobs.

he pressed his forehead against yours, “i never meant to hurt you, to push you away. i just never deserved to be with you. you’re too good for your own good and i don’t deserve that so i thought that by leaving you, you’d be better off.”

“i’d rather be with you and hurt than without you. i will love you till the end of time. i’ll be by your side, no matter what.” he just started at you as you talked, still holding your face. he was never good with words, you knew that, but he had his ways of showing his love. it may not be the usual way, not the typical way everyone else shows their love but it’s him.

he pulled you into a kiss, the kind that leaves you breathless. it’s him. he strokes your hair and holds you close as he kisses you. it’s one of his many ways of loving you. he undresses you slowly, savoring the view, taking your beauty in as if you were the most precious thing to exist. it’s how he always does it no matter how many times he sees you naked. he lays you down on to the couch to leave open-mouthed kisses on your soft skin, with love. it’s hae jo.

the kisses he left on your skin turning into small traces of rednesses. his gentle hold of you turning into desperate grasps that leaves his hands printed into your skin. his boxers long gone and his bare skin against yours burning you.

he ruts his hips against your hip, trying to get some friction as his thumb toyed with your clit. chest to chest, heart to heart, two bodies intertwined, holding each other, scared to let go.

“hae jo… i need you.” his scrunched up brows flinched at your words. he quickly gathered himself. he rubbed his length against your wetness, lubricating himself, he tapped your clit with the tip of his twitching dick before pushing in. he did it slowly, he was eager to feel you but wanted to savor how you felt around him. so warm, so wet, so inviting and so ready for him.

“i’m sorry for how it ended.” he said, barely above a whisper. “i’m sorry that it ended at all.” you said, holding back a moan. he fixed away the hairs that stuck to your forehead and kissed you as he started thrusting. slowly but certainly. gently but firmly. he was determined to show his love for you.

“i shouldn’t have ever let you go away. i need you by my side.” he whispered against your lips, “i will never let you go again.” you held him close as he moved, hugging him as he fucked you. interlinked as he thrusted into you slowly and deeply.

he took your nipple in his mouth while he rolled the other between his fingers making you cry out. “hae jo- ngh- i’m gonna-“ you managed to let out between whimpers. “let go, baby…i got you.”

he held you as you came down from your high. the way you squeezed him in made him lose control. he came deep inside you with soft grunts that were muffled into your neck. he didn’t pull out when he came, he just laid on top of you, his face in your neck, smelling your perfume. your hands holding his broad shoulders as you calmed down.

“being back in your arms is everything I wished for since we broke up." you confessed. “i will never let you go again.” hae jo said. and hae jo was a man of his words.

[belleeebelleee]

Woo Do-hwan x fem!reader

Reader and Do-hwan have been dating for a few months but not actually put a label on what they are, so when they run into one of reader’s friends when they’re out and about, reader introduced Do-hwan as a friend. 

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You really didn’t think before you said it.

That’s the problem.

You’re standing outside a little wine bar, his hand warm at the small of your back, fingers lazily hooked into the belt loop of your jeans like he belongs there. Because he does.

“Hey!” your friend squeals, spotting you. She hugs you tight, then looks past you—at him.

Her eyes widen. “Wait. Oh my God. Is that—”

You panic.

Because technically nothing has been defined. No big conversation. No what are we? No official anything.

So you smile. Casual. Too casual.

“This is Do-hwan. He’s a friend.”

Silence.

The kind that drops like a plate shattering on tile.

Slowly, very slowly, his hand slides away from your back.

You don’t look at him.

Your friend blinks between you. “…A friend?”

“Yeah,” you say, nodding like it’s normal. “We’re friends.”

A beat.

Then from beside you:

“Friends?” His voice is calm. Too calm.

You finally glance up at him.

His jaw is tight. Eyes sharp. Not angry—worse. Wounded. Offended. Slightly incredulous.

“Friends?” he repeats, staring at you like you’ve just told him you share a Netflix account and nothing else.

Your friend senses the tension immediately. “Oh. Oh I should—”

He doesn’t look at her. He’s looking at you.

“We’re friends?” he says again.

You swallow. “I mean— we never—”

He scoffs softly. Actually scoffs.

“Hell nah.”

Your friend chokes on air.

“Excuse me?” you whisper.

He steps closer. Not aggressively. Just enough that your friend very obviously decides she needs to be anywhere else.

“I’m gonna go inside,” she mutters, fleeing.

Now it’s just you and him under the dim glow of the streetlight.

“Friends?” he repeats, quieter now. “I kiss you goodnight. I cook for you. I’ve met your mom. I drove two hours just to bring you medicine when you had the flu.”

Your face burns.

“You fall asleep on my chest,” he continues, eyes locked on yours. “You steal my hoodies. You text me good morning every day.”

You open your mouth.

Nothing comes out.

He steps closer again, backing you gently toward the wall of the building.

“Friends,” he says, leaning down slightly so you can feel the warmth of his breath. “Is that what we are?”

“We never said—”

He cuts you off. “Because I thought it was obvious.”

Your heart squeezes.

“I just didn’t want to assume,” you admit softly.

His expression shifts. Softens.

But only slightly.

“You think I’m assuming when I hold your hand in public?” he murmurs. “When I introduce you to my friends as my girl?”

Your stomach flips.

“You do?”

He blinks. “Yes.”

Oh.

Oh.

You stare at him.

“…You call me that?”

“Yeah.” His tone is almost defensive now. “Because that’s what you are.”

Your chest feels too tight.

“I didn’t want to scare you off,” you confess.

That makes him pause.

“Scare me?” he repeats, baffled. “You think I’m scared of you?”

You shrug helplessly. “Labels change things.”

He studies you for a long moment. Considers his words.

Then, softly:

“Not having one just hurt me more.”

Your heart lurches in your chest.

You step forward this time, hands gripping the front of his jacket.

“You’re not my friend,” you say firmly.

His brows lift.

“You’re mine.”

A flicker of something dark and pleased flashes in his eyes.

“Yeah?” he murmurs.

“Yeah.”

You take a breath.

“You’re my boyfriend.”

The word hangs between you.

He goes very still.

“…Say that again.”

You roll your eyes, smiling now despite yourself. “You’re my boyfri—”

He kisses you before you finish.

His hand comes back to your waist, pulling you flush against him like he’s reclaiming territory that was never actually lost.

When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours.

“Friends,” he mutters, almost to himself. “Unbelievable.”

You laugh quietly. “You could’ve just told me.”

“I thought I was showing you.”

You soften. “You were.”

He looks at you for a long second.

“Good,” he says finally. “Because I don’t do ‘friends’ with you.”

His thumb brushes your cheek.

“I’m not built for that.”

You smile up at him.

“Good.”

From inside the bar, your friend presses her face to the window, watching like it’s live television.

You don’t care.

Because you’re definitely not friends.

[softneomiro]

God I love crying my heart out to a good kdrama