Na Baek-Jin x F!Reader Part 1
No y/n Warnings: fiighting, violence, same warnings as the show tbh.
Notes: You’re depicted with your hair up in a ponytail with a ribbon and brown hair
Word Count: 1.5k
Synopsis: You recently transferred to Yeoil High School, you just want to get through school, get good grades and stay out of trouble. You’ve had enough of it in your past and don't want to get involved with it any longer. But the world seems to not like the path you refuse to take, so it decides to put you in the worst place of all…sitting next to Na Baek-Jin, leader of the Union.
You really just wanted a fresh start. Your mother convinced you it would be a good idea, that this was a great opportunity. It was a prestigious school, its brightest minds go here, They go on to be leaders, innovators, and change makers ....”It's a launchpad for lifelong success!” Your mother said, when trying to get you excited to go, but you also had to go alone.
Maybe it's a good thing that you get to go alone, move into a one room flat near the school, nicely placed above a convenient store.
You wouldn't have to worry about all the pressure from your mom and constantly be monitored, you're actually a bit surprised she didn't go with you, but then again, her job is more important than…this.
You finally placed the last of your bags in your flat, thankfully it came partly furnished, with a full size bed frame and mattress, a very used, but loved, couch that could maybe squeeze in four people, if they are half way on each other's laps that is…and a semi functioning tv surprisingly.
You dust off your hands and place your hands on your hips leaning back “well, guess it's time to go eat.” you grin to yourself and grab your wallet and new keys to your place.
Making your way down towards the convenient store. The sun had just finished setting, and you traveled most of the day, so you were craving snacks.
The door dinged as you entered, greeted by a very bored young college worker, not even bothering to look up from their phone and scroll lazily. You don’t really care though, you're just there to get your snacks and get out, maybe binge a movie you had downloaded.
You're supposed to be getting your wifi installed sometime this week. Your landlord has not specified when yet, maybe you should send him a message tomorrow and ask if he has any updates on that.
You had grabbed a third item already, you had something sweet, something spicy, and something salty. Finally onto the drinks, definitely want either strawberry or banana milk…oooh maybe both.
You gleefully grab one of each flavor, your arms full and turning to make your way to the front to check out, when you bump into something hard, you stumble back a bit off balance for a second before quickly regaining it, however your milks went flying down popping open with some milk splashing onto the brickwalls shoe.
Wait…a brickwall’s shoe? You quickly look up to be met with the most piercing eyes you've ever seen. ‘Oh that's definitely not a brick wall.’ you think to yourself. You're a bit in shock, you hadn't seen or heard anyone when you had entered, maybe you were just too zoned out, only focusing on your hunger and not watching your surroundings.
You finally pull your thoughts together and blurt out
‘I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention, are you okay?” looking at him making sure you didn't shove him too hard, but to be honest you felt like you were the one being shoved with how forcefully you bounced off of him, hell! you thought you had run into a wall that just so happened to spawn directly behind you in a convenient store!
He quickly glanced at his shoes and back up to your face, it looked like he was about to say something when someone called out to him. Coming around the corner was another guy, tall with shaggy hair and glasses, he was wearing a hoodie and had what was a dangling unlit cigarette in his mouth. “Lets go, i already got what I needed” The guy you had just ran into clenches his jaw slightly and sighs, simply walking away and out the door.
The classroom buzzed with chatter as the homeroom teacher stepped in, followed by a quiet girl in a crisp uniform. The moment she entered, Na Baek-jin lifted his eyes, not out of curiosity, but out of habit. He liked knowing his surroundings.
She stood at the front of the room, shifting slightly under the weight of so many eyes analyzing her.
"This is the new student. She transferred here from Seoul Arts High. She’ll be joining us for the rest of the year."
Na Baek-jin noted the way she clutched the strap of her backpack. She wasn’t scared…just… calculating, maybe. Like someone used to watching before acting. Then he finally looked at her, really looked at her and realized, it's her. The same girl who had bumped into him the night before at the convenience store. That struck a chord.
She gave a small bow, her voice soft but clear. “Please take care of me.”
The seat beside Na Baek-jin was empty. Of course it was.
Most students were too intimidated to sit next to him unless they had to. The rumors, the quiet stare, the reputation…it all worked like an invisible force field.
The teacher gestured. “You’ll sit over there, beside Na Baek-jin.”
She nodded once, her black ribbon swaying slightly as she turned and walked through the narrow rows of desks. Each step was precise but unhurried. No one could quite tell if she was nervous, confident, or just good at pretending.
As she approached, Baek-jin glanced sideways. Long ponytail, perfectly tied ribbon. Not a wrinkle on her uniform. But her shoes, clean, but scuffed around the edges. She pulled out the chair beside him and sat down. Didn’t look at him right away. Just organized her desk; pen, notebook, schedule, all placed neatly. Shespared a quick glance and nod of acknowledgement towards him. He kept his face straight the rest of class, onlt focusing towards the boards or his notes….
One month earlier: Seoul Arts High School
The rooftop was quiet except for the hum of air vents and the distant echo of yelling from the gym. Ha-eun’s black ribbon fluttered in the wind, still tied neatly even as blood stained the corner of her collar.
Three boys were groaning on the concrete. One was trying to crawl to his feet. The other two weren’t moving.
Ha-eun stood in the middle of them, not panting. Not trembling. Just… still. She rolled her shoulder with a soft wince. That last one had gotten a solid hit to her ribs before she ended it.
“You started this,” she muttered, glancing down at the ringleader—the one who’d yanked her bag off earlier that week and told her she should “smile more.”
He spat on the floor beside her shoe. “You’re fucking insane…”
She crouched in front of him, her voice soft and scarily calm. “No. I’m just done letting people like you decide who gets to speak and who doesn’t.” She didn’t wait for a reply, he wasn’t with it.
Her footsteps echoed down the stairwell. No one was there; most students were still in class. She moved quietly, adjusting her sleeve where it had been torn, tugging it to cover the scrape on her forearm. The pain was distant, her mind was already shifting ahead.
The building smelled like dust and old chalk. On the first floor, she ducked into the girls’ bathroom. A girl washing her hands gave her a double take, eyes widening at the blood.
You offered her a small, polite smile.
“It’s not mine,” she said flatly, and walked into a stall.
Fifteen minutes later she steps out into the fading afternoon sun. The breeze was cool against her bruised ribs. Her ribbon still held tight.
No one followed. No one saw.
She pulled out her phone, unlocked it, and opened her planner app.
Trigonometry review – p. 124-127
Lit essay due Monday – outline tonight
Midterm chem vocab – flashcards (30 min)
A faint ringing echoed in her ears, the kind that followed an adrenaline crash, but her focus stayed sharp. She could still make it home by 5:30 if she didn’t stop.
She took the quieter roads, weaving through alleyways and shop-lined backstreets. School bag slung over one shoulder. Headphones in, but no music playing.
It was a habit. She liked to look like she wasn’t listening. People acted differently when they thought no one was paying attention.
Halfway home, she passed a cracked mirror nailed to a telephone pole.
She paused.
In the reflection, her face was calm, unbothered. Hair still neat. The ribbon still perfect.
But if you looked closely….you’d see it.
The tightness in her jaw.
The redness on her knuckles.
The glint in her eyes that didn’t belong to a girl who just studied hard and kept to herself.
She fixed the collar of her blouse, brushing away a faint smudge of blood.
“No one saw,” she murmured, then started walking again.
Soooooo what do we think???? I haven’t written in a long time T T
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