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friendly rivalry ep 12 // weak hero class ep 1
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since i can't gif here's a little video:
friendly rivalry ep 12 // weak hero class ep 1
do you wanna see this friendly rivalry//weak hero class parallel i just picked up??
Triangular love | whc boys
summary: Weak Hero boys being in a love triangle with you. type: kdrama, weak hero, headcanons
Yeon Sieun & Ahn Suho
The love triangle between Sieun and Suho would be painfully obvious to everyone except, somehow, you.
Sieun's feelings would be quiet and deeply buried, the kind that reveal themselves through the amount of attention he gives you rather than anything he actually says. He remembers every little thing you mention, notices when you're tired, saves you a seat without asking, and somehow always has exactly what you need before you realize you need it. He would never deliberately compete with Suho because the thought of turning your feelings into a contest feels childish to him. Instead, he would quietly accept whatever place you were willing to give him, even if that meant watching Suho make you laugh from across the room and pretending it doesn't bother him.
Suho, meanwhile, would be the complete opposite. He'd fall for you openly and almost accidentally, becoming increasingly shameless about finding excuses to be around you. He'd make you laugh, walk you home, steal your snacks, put his arm around your shoulders and generally make it painfully clear that he likes you. The interesting part is that Suho would eventually realize Sieun likes you too, and rather than mocking him, he'd become genuinely conflicted because Sieun is one of the people he trusts most. Neither of them would want to hurt the other, but neither could completely let you go either. Suho would probably try to win you over through warmth and presence, while Sieun would simply remain beside you, quietly hoping you eventually notice that every small act of care has been his way of saying what he cannot bring himself to say.
If you chose Suho, Sieun would be devastated but would never punish either of you for it. If you chose Sieun, Suho would probably be heartbroken for a while, then eventually grin, clap Sieun on the shoulder and tell him he better treat you right. The real tragedy is that both of them would love you sincerely, just in completely different languages.
Kang Wooyoung & Jeon Seokdae
Wooyoung and Seokdae would be almost comically different rivals for your affection.
Wooyoung would make his feelings impossible to ignore. He'd flirt with you constantly, tease you whenever he caught you alone, steal your attention during conversations and deliberately insert himself into your plans. If Seokdae was standing beside you, Wooyoung would suddenly become twice as affectionate, throwing an arm around your shoulders or leaning against you with that smug expression that says he knows exactly what he's doing. He'd absolutely try to provoke Seokdae into admitting his feelings first, because he would quickly realize that Seokdae is the kind of person who could quietly love you for years without ever making a move. And that would frustrate Wooyoung to no end.
Seokdae, however, wouldn't rise to the bait. His feelings would manifest in gentler, quieter ways. He'd walk on the side closest to the road, remember when you have important things happening, bring you something you mentioned wanting weeks ago and make sure you're comfortable whenever you're around him. He would never deliberately undermine Wooyoung or try to make you doubt him. In fact, he'd probably feel guilty for liking his friend's girl in the first place. But that restraint would make the situation worse because Wooyoung would eventually realize that you genuinely feel safe around Seokdae.
The rivalry would become less about who can get your attention and more about who understands you better. Wooyoung would make you laugh until your stomach hurts; Seokdae would be the person you instinctively look for when you're exhausted. Wooyoung would want you to choose him loudly and proudly. Seokdae would simply hope that if you ever did choose him, it would be because you genuinely wanted him, not because he managed to outcompete anyone.
Park Humin (Baku) & Go Hyuntak (Gotak)
Baku and Gotak would turn the love triangle into absolute chaos.
Humin would be openly affectionate from the beginning, treating you like someone who has already become part of his life before either of you have officially admitted anything. He'd invite you everywhere, introduce you to everyone, constantly hype you up and become visibly happier whenever you walked into the room. He wouldn't even realize how obvious he was until Gotak started calling him out for it. Gotak would be quieter about his feelings at first, but because he knows Humin so well, he'd notice immediately when his friend starts acting differently around you.
The problem is that Gotak would fall just as hard. He'd be the one quietly making sure you got home safely, carrying your things when you had too much to hold, noticing when you weren't feeling well and hovering nearby without making a big deal about it. Humin would tease him relentlessly until one day the teasing stops being funny because both of them realize they're actually competing for you.
Neither would want to hurt the other, but neither would be particularly good at pretending they don't care. Humin would try to charm you into choosing him, while Gotak would insist he isn't competing even as his jaw tightens every time Humin makes you laugh. Their friends would probably suffer immensely from the tension. You'd eventually find yourself caught between Humin's warmth and Gotak's steadiness, between one boy who makes your world feel louder and brighter and another who makes it feel safer and calmer.
If you chose Humin, Gotak would take it hard but eventually accept it because Humin is his friend. If you chose Gotak, Humin would probably sulk dramatically for a while before eventually grinning and telling Gotak that if he makes you cry, he's dead. Their friendship would survive, but neither of them would ever completely forget that there was a period when they both wanted the same girl.
Geum Seongje & Na Baekjin
This would be the most dangerous love triangle by far because neither Seongje nor Baekjin is particularly accustomed to losing something they have decided matters to them.
Seongje would make his interest obvious through provocation. He'd flirt with you shamelessly, invade your personal space, make you laugh when you're trying not to and deliberately push Baekjin's buttons whenever the three of you were together. He would enjoy the competition almost as much as he enjoys you.
Baekjin would be the opposite. He would never openly compete, because he wouldn't need to. Instead, he'd simply become increasingly present in your life, quietly solving problems, remembering details and making himself indispensable without asking for recognition.
Seongje would notice exactly what he was doing and find it infuriating. He'd mock Baekjin for pretending he doesn't care while deliberately sitting closer to you, taking your things just to make you reach for them and making pointed comments about how much you seem to like him. Baekjin would rarely react, but his gaze would become colder each time. The difference between them would be that Seongje wants you to choose him because he wants to win, while Baekjin would want you to choose him because he genuinely believes he understands you better than anyone else. That makes the triangle much more emotionally complicated. Seongje would tempt you toward something exciting, unpredictable and intense. Baekjin would offer stability, protection and the unnerving feeling that he has already memorized every part of you. Neither would willingly walk away simply because the other exists.
If you chose Seongje, Baekjin would accept the decision outwardly but quietly distance himself rather than humiliate you and himself by begging. If you chose Baekjin, Seongje would laugh it off at first, acting as though he never cared, but his jealousy would linger beneath the surface for a long time.
Baek Dongha & Do Seongmok
Dongha and Seongmok would have the quietest love triangle of the group, but that doesn't make it any less intense. Neither man would be particularly inclined to confess first, so for a long time you'd probably have absolutely no idea that they were both hopelessly attached to you.
Dongha would show his feelings through casual acts of consideration, appearing whenever you need something, giving you his jacket without comment, remembering what you like and quietly making your life easier. He would act completely unbothered whenever Seongmok was around you, but he'd notice everything. Every time you leaned against Seongmok, every time Seongmok made you laugh, every time you instinctively went to him when you were upset.
Seongmok would be just as subtle. He'd sit beside you without needing conversation, fix little things for you, keep an eye on you from across the room and become quietly protective whenever you seemed uncomfortable.
Neither would openly challenge the other because both understand that your feelings cannot be won through pressure. Instead, there would be this strange, almost silent competition where Dongha gives you something and Seongmok remembers it, Seongmok walks you home and Dongha is waiting outside your building to make sure you arrived safely. The tension would become obvious long before either of them admits it. You'd eventually realize that the two quietest men around you have been orbiting you for months, each hoping you might notice. And unlike some of the other triangles, there would be very little bitterness if you chose one. They'd both be hurt, certainly, but neither would want your affection to become something you feel guilty for giving.
If you chose Dongha, Seongmok would quietly step back while still looking after you from a distance. If you chose Seongmok, Dongha would probably give him a knowing look and tell him, with the faintest smirk, that he'd better not screw it up.
My Pride and Joy (Na Baek jin x reader)
Summary: Baek jin tells you the truth about the upcoming fight. He wanted to prepare you for the worst and of course, it back fired.
Notes: GIF is not mine, prestablished relationship, lots of angst, depression, sexual themes (p in v penetration)
Prompt credit (me): “Stop talking like you’re saying goodbye.”
Baek jin sighed as he waited for you to get out of class. His classes were early in the morning so he had most of the day to himself. He spent his time doing his homework at the bowling alley until it was close to when your last class ends.
He leans against the white pillar outside the door just as you walked outside with your book bag slung over your shoulder.
What caught Baek jin’s attention was the guy classmate that was walking way too close to you. He caught the tail end of your conversation with one of your classmates.
“I’ll see you tonight?” He suggests.
“Uhh, I have plans tonight.” You state, fiddling with strap of your bag.
“Oh come on. You have plans every night there’s study group.” He persists.
“That’s because I’m her study group. She doesn’t need your help.” Baek jin spoke plainly, sliding in next to you as he towered over the man.
Your classmate looks between you and Baek jin who gave him a pointed look.
“Looks like you got it covered,” the man gives you an awkward smile before rushing down the stairs and out of sight.
“Who was that?” Baek jin cocks his head.
“Just some guy that started sitting next to me. He switched classes before the deadline.”
“How long has he been flirting with you?”
“Since he switched,”
He clicked his tongue before taking your book bag from your shoulder and draping it over his.
“What a loser,” he says with an unimpressed sigh, sliding his into yours.
The walk to your dorm was slow and quiet.
“Do you need me to take care of him?” He asks randomly.
You looked over to find him staring at you. You thought he had moved on from what happened earlier with your classmate. You guess you should have known better.
“Jin, I don’t think that’s necessary.”
“He was trying to convince you to do ‘study group’ with him. We all know what his motives were.”
“I’m sure he’s been using the same one liner on every girl he meets,”
“But you’re not just any girl,”
“I’m your girl. I know. And you sent him a message already.”
“Barely.” Baek jin spoke calmly yet commanding. He knew he didn’t need to yell to get his point across for anyone.
You arrived at your apartment close to campus and you noticed he lingers by the front stairs.
“Do you want to come inside? My mom came by with some marinated bulgogi.” You offered.
“I need to head back to the guys,” he said with a disappointed sigh.
You matched his sigh with one of your own.
“It sucks having a boyfriend that’s the boss sometimes,” you state, brushing your hands over the material of his suit.
He hums in response, leaning down to kiss you sweetly.
“I’ll come by after business is handled,” he spoke against your lips.
You gave him another peck before pulling away and taking the book bag into your hands. You waved at him before advancing to the entrance of your apartment complex.
“Y/N,” he calls after you and you turned back around.
“If you see him again, you call me.” He adds, his protective gaze overtaking your frame.
“I will, hyung.”
He tsks at you and joined you at the top of the stairs.
“What did I say about calling me hyung?” He blinks at you, your heart pattered in your chest when you notice his jaw clench.
“Sorry,” you pressed your lips together.
“Sorry.. what?”
“Sorry sir,”
“Wrong,”
You met his gaze and he gave you a slow blink, his hands reaching out to hold your hips.
“I’m sorry, my love.” You said smoothly and he hums with content, your arms wrapping around his neck.
A group of girls walked by, giggling and whispering as they saw you two on the stairs, but neither of you pulled away.
“You should probably go before I drag you inside,” you hesitantly pulled away, his gaze falling to his chest when you smoothed your hands over it.
Holding your hands in place, he kisses you again. His body relaxed against yours until he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.
“I have to go. Stay up for me?” You nodded and he sneaks in another kiss before answering the phone.
“What took you so long to answer?” You heard Seong je speak over the phone.
“I don’t have to explain myself to you,” Baek jin spoke cooly, waiting for you to use your key fob to walk inside and close the door behind you.
Later that night, technically 12 in the morning, you got a phone call from Baek jin.
“I thought you fell asleep on me,” he vocalizes when you answered.
“I always keep my promises,”
“I wish I could say the same thing,” you knew exactly when he meant by that.
You hung up the phone and slid on your slippers to rush down the stairs where the apartment entrance was. You peeled the door open and sure enough, it was Baek jin with a bruised cheek and a busted lip.
His tired eyes met yours as he cradled his left arm. You let out an exasperated sigh before dragging him in by his shirt. Despite feeling like he’s been ran over by a semi truck, he refused for you to walk behind him.
“Jin, stop being chivalrous and just walk in front of me. I’ll catch you if you fall.”
He doesn’t say anything to you, instead, he just stares. Each breath was extended his bruised ribs and he continued to cradle his arm.
“Get your ass in front of me before I throw you over my shoulder,” he eventually says when you don’t move.
“You’re insufferable sometimes,” you walked in front of him, traveling up the stairs and he kept up with you despite the pain.
You pushed your apartment door open and he limped inside, falling on the couch that he knows all too well.
You originally had the first aid kit in the bathroom. But since you started dating Baek jin, you’ve kept it on stand by in the living room.
“Let me see,”
He attempts to sit up and take off his jacket but groans at the angle of his shoulder.
“I got it,” you cautiously pulled off his black jacket and lifted his t-shirt to see bruises littering his ribs.
“Baek jin,” you scold, meeting his gaze.
He had been staring at you the entire time he sat down. His staring is not exactly new to you, but there was something different about this stare. Like there was something else he wasn’t telling you.
“We should go to the hospital,” you suggested, standing from the couch to grab your keys when he caught your hand.
Pulling you back down, you looked at him quizzically.
“Mr. Choi sent a couple of his goons to send me a message. He sent six of them this time so it took longer for me to get the leg up.” He explains.
“Why did he send his guys after you?”
“He says I’m not making enough.”
“I think you should get out of this life, Baek jin. You’re the class valedictorian. You can get a job anywhere. Why are you doing this? Does he have black mail on you or something?” You continued with your ramble and he looks at you with soft eyes.
Cupping your face in his hands, you trailed off.
“Once you’ve been in this life long enough, there is no getting out.” He explained and you shook your head in disbelief.
“Don’t say that, Jin.” You felt your eyes starting to get hot. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips and you sighed against him.
“I don’t deserve you,” he speaks, resting his forehead against yours.
“If you’re breaking up with me right now, I’m going to go postal.”
He chuckles at your threat, wincing when his abdomen contracts.
“I’m not breaking up with you, babe.”
“Good, then sit still.”
You shifted around the couch and opened up the first aid kit. He complies, sitting upright and not moving while you sprayed his cut with an antiseptic.
He closed his eyes at the burning sensation but didn’t move. He sat there patiently until you finished patching him up. Once you pull away, he stands from the couch and dragged you into your bedroom.
Before you had a chance to object, he pulled back the comforter and peels off his t-shirt. He strips down to his boxers and your gaze fell to the small bruises trailing his back. The deep bruise on his shoulder was concerning.
He slides under the covers, sighing at your scent pressed into the pillow he laid on.
“You’re lucky I love you. I cannot believe you’re putting your dirty, sweaty body on my clean sheets.” You scoffed, sliding in next to him nonetheless.
“Don’t pretend like you don’t love this body, babe.” He quirks, pulling your body into his chest.
He slowly links his hands with yours, pressing a soft kiss behind your ear.
“I’m worried, Jin.”
“I know you are, sweetheart.”
You played with your intertwined hands before eventually placing them under your chin.
“What aren’t you telling me?” You questioned, silence filling the room.
You were about to turn around to repeat your question when you heard soft snores from behind you. He subconsciously pulls you closer and your eyes slowly started to close, his body heat overtaking you.
**
Turns out your sneaky suspicion was right. He wasn’t telling you something. You squinted at him from the couch that he told you to sit on while he stands.
He walks into the kitchen and came back with two cups of water. Setting them on the table, you analyzed his breathing. He was distraught about something and it was starting to make you anxious that he hasn’t told you yet.
“Baek jin, please just tell me.” you said softly.
He meets your gaze, his sharp eyes encapsulating your features.
“There’s a fight tomorrow. And it’s not just any fight. It’s about territory, which makes it more aggressive.” He explained, keeping his hands folded in front of him.
“Okay, so what does that mean for you?”
He didn’t answer and you stood from the couch with an annoyed huff.
“I told you. I told you that you needed to get out of this life, Baek jin. But you didn’t listen to me, and you’re dragged into this mess.” You raked your fingers through your hair anxiously, shrugging off his hand when he tried to reach for you.
“I know you did.” He slumps into the couch and you stood there with your hands on your hips.
“Are you trying to say that you don’t think you’ll make it out tomorrow?” You questioned, your throat started to ache. You already knew the answer to that question.
“I’m going to fight as hard as I can to make sure I get back to you in one piece.” He answers truthfully.
“You just recovered from a fractured shoulder. And you’re willingly going back to something you know you won’t come back from. Do you even care about what I’m saying to you?” You yell at him.
“Of course I care!” He alleviates his tone, standing from the couch.
Your lips part at his agitation. This was your first time witnessing him break his calm nature.
“What alternative do I have? It’s either I fight for them tomorrow, or I don’t and I risk them hurting you and your family.” He adds.
“No, don’t make this about me. You chose to stay in this life even after we started to become serious.” You brushed a few tears away before they fell down your cheeks.
“It is about you. How can you not see that? I don’t have anyone else. You’re it for me.” He closes the space between you, not quite reaching for you just yet.
“Why can’t we just go to the police? They could put you under protective custody-“
“Baby. They have the police in their pocket.” He explains.
“Damn it!” The tears were flowing down your cheeks at this point.
You stared at each other with love and conviction.
“Why make me fall in love with if you’re going to leave me?” You spoke.
“I didn’t plan this,” he reasons.
“Of course you didn’t,” you scoffed.
“I had gotten used with doing things on my own. But as soon as I saw you, I knew that you would change everything.” He tells you, sighing when you turned away from him.
“I hate you so much right now,” you sniffle.
“How could you blindside me like this? I can’t even plan anything.”
“There’s no other plan besides mine,”
“Well your plan sucks. You suck.” He takes a slow step towards you but your back remained to him.
“Look at me,”
“No, I hate you so much.” You croaked, shaking your head in defiance.
“Baby, please look at me.” He says softly and you hesitantly turn around. Cupping your cheeks in his hands, he adds, “I love you.”
“Stop talking like you’re saying goodbye.”
That must have not been the answer he wanted because he said it again, bending down so his face was leveled with yours.
“I love you too,” you held his wrists in your hands.
“Please don’t leave me,” you pleaded as he wipes your tears away with his thumb.
“Let me do this for you,”
You shook your head again and he leans in to kiss you, his soft lips moving against yours. He pulls away for a moment to read your expressions. Your teary gaze met his eyes before connecting your lips to his.
This kiss turned desperate by the second, he lifted you into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as he slowly walks into your bedroom.
He takes his time laying you on your back, pulling your top down to leave marks on your neck and collarbone.
Your hands found his hair, closing your eyes as he kisses the nape of your neck slow and with intention. By the time the two of you were naked, you were trembling from the stimulation from his mouth.
He slid between your legs, hovering over you, taking in your blissful state. He links his hand with yours next to your head, his other hand cradles the side of your neck as he kisses you.
You moaned out his name when he finally sinks into you, your walls expanding to take all of him in. He kissed you again as he lets you adjust before thrusting into you deep and hard.
You tightened your grip on his hand as his pelvic bone grinds against your clit with every thrust. He groans into your neck, leaving kisses down your shoulder.
“I love you,” he says against the skin.
“I love you too,” gathering you into his arms, he rolls over so you were on top.
His massive hands holding your hips loosely when you rested your palms on his chest, throwing his head back when you moved against him.
You spent the night alternating between sleeping and passionate sex. A part of you didn’t want to go to sleep because you didn’t want the night to end just yet. You weren’t ready for it to be tomorrow. You’ll never truly be ready.
There you stood near the front door wearing one of Baek jin’s hoodies that stopped a few inches above your knees. Baek jin finds it impossible to leave you crying like this, but he has to.
“Please don’t go, Jin.” You begged, your eyes brimming with fresh tears.
“You’re my pride and joy,”
He takes off his gold chain and placed it on one of your hands before closing his hand over it. He kisses you slowly, not saying anything when he pulls away to hold your face in his hands again.
Smoothing his thumbs over the apples of your cheeks, resting his forehead against yours for a beat. Then he pulls away and closed the door behind him. He stops in the hallway when he hears your sobs echoing from your apartment.
He clenches his fists to fight his impulse to turn back around and hold you in his arms again. But instead he puts one foot in front of the other and leaves your apartment building.
**
Fresh tears streamed down your face as you sat there against the wall staring at Baek jin’s picture. Seong je came by your place and forced you to get ready for Baek jin’s funeral.
Baek jin’s funeral. Your Baek jin was dead. You wanted to scream. You wanted to destroy everything. And yet, you could barely find the energy to get out of bed; let alone plan a revenge.
You’ve been in a dazed state for several hours now. Seong je has taken a few smoke breaks since you arrived. He would mumble something about staying put before disappearing down the hallway.
Although this time, he took a step into the hallway when he was met with a familiar group of guys.
“Baku,” Seong je states.
Baku’s gaze shifted from Seong je to you, lazily blinking straight ahead not noticing the group that arrived.
Baku looked back at him and gave him a nod. When Seong je leaves, Baku joins you on the floor, eyeing the black and what homage on your sleeve.
He grieves that Baek jin is gone, but what he grieves the most is that his friend didn’t get a chance to marry the love of his life.
“What happened.. it’s my fault. I’m sorry.” He tells you.
You heard what he said but chose not to say anything. He bows his head, thinking that you believed what he had said: that he was the reason why Baek jin was dead until you finally spoke.
“No.. it’s mine.”
“That’s not true,”
“He called me his pride and joy. And he said that he I’m all he has… I thought of you when he said that.”
“He sacrificed his life so me and my family could be safe. And I feel awful about it.” You added.
“You have nothing to feel awful about. He loved you and it shows in everything that he did.” He said.
“If he hadn’t met me, he would still be alive.”
“You met each other for a reason,”
You didn’t say anything to that. You just simply rests the back of your head against the wall again. Slowly blinking, you cried softly to yourself. He slowly reached for your hand and gave it a squeeze.
Seong je came back from his smoke break, analyzing the room of people. Gotak, Sieun and Juntae were all talking amongst themselves while Baku was parked by your side, the two of you crying quietly.
He suddenly wished that he was the one beside you, but he wasn’t the greatest at comforting. His way of comfort was threatening anyone who touched you or looked in your direction. He was intense, and he knew that. So he left the consoling to Baku.
Baek jin made his message very clear: Keep Y/N safe. And he intended on keeping that promise:
K-DRAMAS
♡twinkling watermelon one shots ⇣
♡weak hero class 1+2 one shots ⇣
♡a shop for killers one shots ⇣
♡study group one shots ⇣
♡teach you a lesson one shots ⇣
♡brave citizen one shots ⇣
♡good boy one shots ⇣
something about seongje noting sieun has sad eyes moments into their first encounter in the restroom vs sieun missing the moments of sadness on seongje’s face before he covers it up with a smile at the convenience store
twins at the carousel