I really love your work and I just finished reading love and laundry.
I have an idea and can’t get it out of my head. I think sieun, Baku and suho are family men. They want a family to prove that they are better than their parents or dads. That they will never be like their parents and they will treat their kids and wife better. I think that they really want kids bc of their life…but-
What if they meet a girl that strongly doesn’t want kids? Maybe she doesn’t want bc she feels she isn’t ready and will never be, or she fears she will be like her mom or partners. She doesn’t see herself as a good mom.
Would they try to show her that maybe together they can be parents or would they see her point? Would they still dream of a big family with kids or would they give up? Would it even be a dealbreaker?
✦ Family dream
𓍢ִ໋🌹͙֒ Yeon Sieun, Ahn Suho, Park Humin
Yeon Sieun
The apartment was entirely silent except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the gentle rustle of papers on the dining table. Sieun sat across from you, his pencil paused over a page of notes, watching the way you stared blankly out the window. The conversation about the future had come up naturally over dinner, but the moment the topic of children was mentioned, the atmosphere in the room shifted completely.
When you finally spoke, your voice was barely above a whisper, choked with a heavy, deeply rooted fear. You confessed that you didn't want kids, not because you hated them, but because you were terrified of repeating the cycle of your own past. You didn't believe you had the capacity to be a good mother, and the thought of inflicting any kind of hurt on a child made your stomach turn.
Sieun listened without interrupting, his dark eyes never leaving your face. He knew what it felt like to carry the weight of an emotionally distant home, to grow up learning to rely only on yourself because the adults around you failed to provide warmth. For years, he had quietly held on to the idea of building his own family, a peaceful, structured home to prove that love could be steady and unwavering.
He slowly set his pencil down, aligning it neatly with the edge of the notebook. He stood up, walked around the table, and knelt down in front of your chair, gently taking your cold hands in his.
"You are evaluating yourself based on people who failed you," Sieun said softly, his voice completely calm and devoid of judgment. "You aren't them. Every choice you make proves that."
He looked into your eyes, letting the quiet honesty of his words sink in. He didn't offer a grand speech about how you would magically change your mind, nor did he try to convince you to fix a fear you weren't ready to face.
"My idea of a home isn't defined by a specific number of people," he continued gently, his thumb tracing the back of your hand. "It's defined by peace. If having a family causes you this much pain, then it isn't peace. You are my priority. We don't need anything else."
In that moment, Sieun let go of his long held picture of the future without a second thought, choosing instead to protect the quiet sanctuary the two of you had built together.
Ahn Suho
The breeze on the apartment balcony was cool, carrying the distant murmur of street traffic below. Suho was leaning against the railing, two cans of warm tea in his hands, offering you one with his usual easygoing smile. But as you took the can, you couldn't meet his eyes.
When you finally gathered the courage to tell him, the words tumbled out in a rushed, anxious confession. You told him how much you loved his warmth, how much you admired his natural ability to make everyone around him feel safe, but that you couldn't give him the big, lively family he dreamed of. You confessed your deep seated fear that you were too broken from your own upbringing, that the fear of becoming like your parents made the idea of parenthood an absolute nightmare for you.
Suho’s smile faded, replaced by an expression of intense, focused care. He set the tea cans down on the small table beside him and stepped closer, pulling you into a firm, enveloping hug. He held you tightly, letting you rest your forehead against his shoulder until your shoulders stopped shaking.
"Hey," he murmured, his hand gently stroking your hair. "Look at me for a second."
When you pulled back slightly, Suho reached out, softly cupping your face with both hands. His eyes were shining, full of emotion, but there wasn't a trace of anger or disappointment in them.
"I spent a long time thinking that having a house full of kids was the only way to build the happy home I missed out on," Suho admitted, his voice dropping into a tender, honest register. "But I realized something while listening to you just now. The warmth I want to give... I want to give it to you first."
He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
"I'm not going anywhere," Suho said softly, his thumbs brushing away the moisture beneath your eyes. "We're a team. If you don't want kids, then we won't have them. I don't need a house full of people to be happy, I just need you. We'll build our own kind of happiness, step by step."
Park Humin
The orange glow of the setting sun spilled through the window of the empty classroom, casting long shadows across the desks. Humin was sitting on the edge of a desk, swinging his legs lightly, holding two ice creams he had just bought from the convenience store. But the bright, cheerful mood he usually brought with him completely melted away when he looked at your face.
You had been quiet the entire walk back to school, and when you finally spoke, your voice broke under the weight of a secret you had been keeping for a long time. You told him that you didn't want kids, ever. You admitted how terrified you were of your own temper, of the toxic habits you grew up seeing at home, and how you were convinced you lacked the patience and heart to ever be a good mother.
Humin stopped mid-bite, his eyes widening in shock. For as long as he could remember, Humin had been the big brother figure to everyone around him, protective, warm, and fiercely devoted to taking care of the people he loved. His biggest dream for the future wasn't power or money, it was having a big, happy family where his home would always be filled with warmth, laughter, and kids who never had to worry about being unprotected.
He slowly set the ice cream down on the desk beside him. His broad shoulders slouched, and for the first time since you met him, the tall, unshakeable Baku looked completely vulnerable.
"Hey..." Humin started, his loud, booming voice dropping into a soft, hesitant whisper. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees so he could look up into your eyes. "Why would you say that about yourself? You're the kindest person I know."
"Because I know how easy it is to repeat mistakes, Humin," you choked out, wiping away a stray tear. "I can't risk doing that to a child. I just can't."
Humin reached out, his massive, warm hand gently covering yours. His chest heaved as he swallowed down a lump in his throat, his own heart breaking into two pieces. One piece still longed for the loud, cozy family he had always pictured in his head, but the other piece couldn't bear seeing you suffer under the weight of your past.
Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, but he forced a gentle, reassuring smile onto his face anyway.
"You know..." Humin whispered, his thumb softly wiping a tear from your cheek. "I always thought being a good dad was the most important thing I could do. But protecting you comes first. If having kids means putting you through this kind of fear... then I don't need a big family."
He pulled you into a tight, grounding hug, burying his face into the crook of your neck. His broad arms wrapped around you like a shield, holding you close as he quietly let go of his old dream, choosing instead to be the safe harbor you had never had growing up.
summary 𑣲 it started with him jerking off to your instagram stories. yeon sieun never would’ve known it would turn into sex. you’re his tutor after all.
pairing 𑣲 yeon sieun x fem!reader
warnings 𑣲 smut, reader is more dominant, reader loves sieun's eyes, he eats her out, jealous!sieun cowgirl, sieun whimpers hehe enjoy!!
word count 𑣲 3k
𑣲 part 2
Sieun never knew how much he liked to be coddled with affirmations. At first, he hated it. The words his tutor from the year above (you) would tell him—how smart he is, how well he did on that test with that sweet tone of yours and how he makes you so, so proud of him.
He didn't feel comfortable enough to tell you to stop talking to him like that. Because, in his eyes, there was nothing wrong with what you were saying. You never laid it on too thick, only gave it to him when he was good.
It's a him issue. He knows he's good at school, he's always been due to extreme pressure from his mother. But when you'd tutor him, it'd never be about getting into university, choosing the right career path and his future. You'd just help him with his subject, correct him and leave with that same pretty smile you'd always give him. You did an adequate job as a tutor. You'd see each other at school the next day, but it was merely an acknowledgement before you're whisked away by your popular friends.
He's sure you have other people to tutor. What's going on between the two of you isn't exclusive or hidden. It was just a give and take. You tutor him, his mom pays you. Nothing more, nothing less.
So, why does Sieun stalk your Instagram from an anonymous account? Think about your whereabouts in those Instagram stories of yours? If you're home safe?
One day, he'd opened your Instagram story two hours after your session and stared at it for a good thirty minutes. You looked incredible. Pretty smile, pretty hair and a dress that covered just enough. He'd zoomed in on your chest before catching himself on what he was doing.
He threw his phone across his bed, knowing this is a territory he shouldn't enter. But the curiosity in him caused him to retrieve his phone back. With a deep breath, he had zoomed in on your chest again, feeling something hard hit the back of his phone case.
Let's just say he lasted two minutes at the idea of you.
Never again, he told himself.
That didn't last either.
The restraint he built himself cut loose almost immediately the next night when you posted an even more revealing photo.
It was like you were begging for someone to fuck you. He wondered if anyone has. The thought it annoyed him. Is it so bad he wants you all to himself? Be the only person to see these photos? Why does your Instagram audience of 1000 followers have to see it too?
Today, you were coming over to tutor him. He waited anxiously in his room, trying to build that wall of restraint again before you came. He needs to act normal, act like he didn't see you flash your entire chest to the world. Act like he didn't fuck himself to you.
His mom opens his door, you standing brightly with a smile next to her.
"Will be home late tonight, Sieun. Get to bed on time," his mom instructs.
He nods once, avoiding eye contact with you.
His mom leaves and you settle on the extra chair beside him, smelling like fresh, dried laundry. Sieun sniffs your air quietly.
"Hi, Sieun," you greet, facing him with a smile. "Did you get your midterm results? Should we start with that?"
"Okay," he replies.
He digs through his bag, fishing out his math paper for you.
"Oh, 95%?! That's really good. Good job, Sieun," you awe, flipping through the test.
He takes the time to stare at your face. Light makeup, hair done to perfection. Your neck...a purple mark catches his eye. It's concealed by makeup, but your neck catches the light at the perfect angle, revealing it.
Disappointment fills him. Who'd taint you like that? Why would you allow someone to mark your pretty skin like that? Why is it not him?
"So, do you understand what I said?" you ask.
He snaps back into reality. You're pointing at the last question, where he'd lost his 5%. That 5% barely matters to him right now.
He just nods.
"Should we do similar questions?" you ask him. "Until you get it."
"Okay."
"...are you okay?" you say.
He glances down at your neck one more time. It's a mistake. He didn't mean to.
You catch him this time. Puzzled, at first, Then, understanding.
"I thought I hid it well," you laugh awkwardly, flushing.
He blinks at you, "You didn't."
"Sorry," you apologise. "It shouldn't interrupt our work though. So—"
"How does it get that big?" he interrupts you.
It's your turn to pause.
"W-What? Are you interested in my personal life?" you chuckle. "This is new."
"No."
"Then, why ask?" you press.
"Curious," he simply answer.
You raise a brow, "Have you not gotten a hickey before? This is like average-sized."
Sieun doesn't like how casually you're talking about this. Like you do this every day, see other guys after your tutoring session with him. It irritates him. He grips his pen tighter, "Who was it?"
"What's with the questions?" you scoff, flipping your hair. "Jealous?"
You ask it as a joke, but the way he doesn't respond afterwards gives you everything you needed to know. It opens your eyes to Sieun, it really does.
He'd been just a job all this while. Sure, you thought he was a little strange with how eerily quiet he was. But you didn't mind it. He's an excellent student and does as you say. He's kind of cute too. The thought of him getting jealous about a hickey makes your stomach flip. You'd never seen him like that.
Had he been interested in you all this while?
"You're joking right now," you breathe out. "How long?"
"Nothing," he shakes his head, turning back to his desk.
You haven't moved from your position, frozen in shock.
"It's not nothing," you argue softly. "Do you like me?"
"No."
You move closer to him, wanting to unearth the answer. With your lips by his ear, you say, "Tell me the truth."
Sieun pauses, then, turns to you, "...why does it matter to you? You have guys lined up just for you."
"You do matter to me," you say, running a hand up his arm. He tenses under your touch, "You've always been a good student to tutor. You've been good to me. Shouldn't I be good to you too?"
Sieun blinks into your eyes, licks his lips. His eyes are round, sincere, as if he's giving his heart out on a plate to you. He mumbles your name, the softest of tones.
"Tell me, baby," you mutter. "Did I hurt you? Want me to make it up to you?"
"I...stop talking to me like that," he responds, flustered.
He refuses it, but his eyes tell a different story. Filled with depth and rage, confusing him. You want to make it right to him.
The eye contact maintains between the two of you, held in silence.
Your eyes dip down to his lips. Plump, slightly chapped from the bad habit he has of biting it.
You force yourself into his space, closing the distance with a soft peck. He stills, holding your arms by your side. You pull your lips back, foreheads touching. A small smirk curls at the end of your lips. He gasps, "We shouldn't be doing this."
"No, we shouldn't—"
He closes the gap between your lips, pressing your lips with the softest of kisses. It's a flutter on your skin. Innocent, fragile—makes you want to take it from him even more.
"Let me take care of you," you tell him. "Will you? I'll be so good to you."
He looks into your eyes, the troublesome smile on your face. The pool at your core deepens at the sight of his eyes, unearthing your deepest fantasies. Maybe there were a couple of fleeting thoughts during your tutoring sessions that you thought about how good he'd look between your legs. You'd always keep them in check, tell yourself you were working. Maybe you didn't have to keep them in check anymore.
"Yes," he answers after a beat, hot breath fanning onto your lips. "I want you too."
"Good," you answer and kiss him again.
You melt into the kiss, practically over at his chair with your hands gripping the tufts of the ebony hair. Sieun's hands travels to your waist, rubbing it painfully slowly.
You kiss down his neck, earning a low whimper from him.
"That feels good," he comments.
"Does it? Want me to leave a hickey?" you ask, looking up at him.
He gulps, "Will it hurt?"
"It will. Do you trust me?"
Sieun nods, "Okay."
You pick a spot on the column of his neck, rubbing it with a finger. You lubricate over it with your tongue before sinking your teeth into it. Hard. He hisses. Sieun holds your hair, gripping it.
"It hurts," he mutters.
You pat his shoulders, signalling that it'll be done soon. Once you're satisfied, you pull out.
"Fuck, it's big," you giggle softly, thumbing it.
Sieun thumbs the bruise.
"Don't let your mom see," you tease.
He blinks at you, "I want to eat it."
You laugh at his blatantness, "What?"
He looks down at your jeans and then, back up at you. You squeeze your thighs together. Fuck, those eyes are magical.
"Can I?" he asks.
"Y-Yeah," you nod. "You can."
You unbutton your jeans and pull them down with your panties. You scoot down on your chair and spread open your legs. Sieun gets up from his chair and sinks between your legs. That action alone wets you more.
His eyes widen slightly at your pussy.
"Wow," he mumbles.
"You can touch it, you know?" you say.
The wonder in his eyes trail up to yours. He stares for a good few seconds. Then, looks back down. He kneels with both knees and palms your inner thighs. You sigh at the tingle.
Sieun leans in, licking a strip up your pussy. You clench, "Mmmf, yes. Keep go—oh, shit!"
He finds your clit perfectly, lapping his tongue over it. You arch your back. Your hold onto the arms of your chair, feeling your body come alight. Sieun doesn't stop, making out with your clit as your thighs squeeze his face shut into them.
It's like he's done this before. Practiced, even. You didn't know he was this good.
You begin grinding your pussy on his face, that same ring leaving your mouth at the pleasure. Your eyes shut, head snapped back at the start of the chair.
You make the mistake of looking down.
Yeon Sieun, nose and mouth slicked with your juices, watching your every reaction with those pitiful eyes of his. As if he was begging you, begging you so hard to tell him how good he was doing, how good he was making you feel.
Your pussy clenches as you look down at your eater. Doing all that hard work to make you cum.
Who are you to deny him that?
"You're doing so good, baby," you moan sweetly, reaching down to grab his hair. Instantly, he pushes into his pussy even more, tries even hard, like he loves to hear it. "Yeah? Is that what you wanted to hear? How fucking good you are."
He nods, letting out a strangled whimper against your pussy. He blinks up at you, eyebrows raised, eyes growing bigger, sparkling under the light.
"Keep looking at me like that and I'll cum in your face," you threaten him. Something adjacent to a smile comes up on his face "You're so fucking good to me. No one's ever eaten my pussy like this before. F-Fuck! Yeah, just like that. Don't stop, don't stop."
You lean back, rolling your hips into his lips. The pleasure builds in your abdomen in waves as that familiar sensation fills the most sensitive parts of your body.
Looking down at him, he's still looking down at you with those eyes, never breaking eye contact.
"Such a good boy," you praise him. "Eating my pussy so well. You know you've been my favourite person to tutor this whole time? You're such a smart guy, you do everything I say. Shit turns me on."
He keeps going, his whimpers growing. So does the pleasure in you.
"I'm so close, Sieun. Fuck, baby. Keep going, make me cum all over your face," you moan into the empty air.
Sieun sits up, pulling your thighs upwards to meet his face.
"Mmmf~ I'm gonna cum—"
The release slams down on you, white streams shooting out of your pussy. He keeps eating you through your orgasm, eyes closed like it was the only thing that mattered right now.
"S-Sieun—I came," you tell him.
He pulls out, white streams drawn on his face as his fingers dig into the fat of your thighs.
You lean down, kissing his lips again, a deep sigh leaving you. He pulls out. He swipes the bridge of his nose where your cum splattered and then, puts his finger into his mouth.
"Tastes salty, huh?" you ask.
He nods, "It's good."
"Heh, thanks. I have to ask though. Was that your first time eating pussy?"
He nods again.
Your eyes widen, "What the fuck?! How are you so good?!"
He takes his finger out, saliva stringing from his finger to his lips. It turns you on again.
"I read up on clitoris stimulation once," he answers blankly.
"Ah, makes sense..." you reply, eyes trailing down to his crotch where a tent has formed. You smile again. How pathetic. He got turned on from eating pussy. You'll have to return the favour, "Want to put it inside me?"
He clears his throat, "Y-You don't have to."
"I said I'd take care of you," you insist, grabbing his hand. "Come on. Sit up on the chair for me."
"I don't have a condom," he admits.
"I have a few extras," you say, fishing through your bag.
He furrows his brows momentarily, "Why?"
"Because you never knows who might want to fuck you," you hum.
Sieun sits up on the chair, strangely quiet. Well, he is usually quiet. But that presence of his has changed. You hand over the condom, tilting your head.
"What happened?" you ask him.
"Don't fuck anyone else," he answers, snatching the condom from you.
You laugh lightly, "Wanna be the only person I fuck?"
"J-Just don't," he says.
You don't know what to make of it in the moment, but push up from your chair. You settle on his lap, boobs pushed right into his face as you kneel in the space between him and the end of his seat. He fiddles with the condom, running the plastic on his length.
"Ready?" you ask, cupping his face.
He nods once, pursing his lips.
You sink down slowly, earning moans from both of you.
"I'm gonna go lower. Is that okay?" you ask.
"Yes," he responds, wrapping his arm around you.
You push down lower, his length splitting you. A strangled whimper departs his lips, face stationed at the crook of your neck.
"—feels good," he whimpers into your ear.
"Yeah, it does," you moan, lifting your hips and slamming down on him.
He gasps, fingers digging into your hips. You continue, finding your rhythm, the both of you a hot moaning mess. You grab the back of the chair for support, riding his cock. Your walls clench around him, looking down at Sieun.
You find his lips again, shoving your tongue into his mouth. You moan in your breaths, the wetness leaking through the little crevice in between his cock and your entrance.
"I'm close," he whimpers into your lips.
He kisses down your neck, at that sweet spot that drives your crazy.
"Yeah, me too, baby," you whisper.
Taking control, you go faster, tilting your head back, almost unable to take it. He cups your face with one hand as the other holds your waist.
"Look at me," he orders you.
You bite down on your lip and nod, "Mhm, I'm close—fuck...you're so pretty."
"You're prettier," he groans. Your heart skips a beat. "I'm gonna cum—keep going."
You roll your hips harder, smiling at him with lust hooded in your eyes.
"F-Fuck—" he moans lowly.
You feel the condom fill up inside you, stopping. Instead of letting you go, Sieun does the complete opposite, grabbing your hips, "You didn't finish."
"You came, I already came," you say, his cock long gone from your hole, yet the arousal spread through your slick. "It's okay—"
"Finish on me," he interrupts you. "Please."
"Okay, baby," you say, pushing down on him again.
You ride yourself through the orgasm despite his sensitivity. He twitches, but doesn't break eye contact.
"I can stop. It's okay—"
"No," he interjects, shaking his head, eyes tired. "Finish on me."
Your heart is touched with a softness you don't know of. It beats through your heart and into your abdomen, building up the pleasure you know well of.
So, you continue, driving yourself to your second orgams.
With a final grind, your orgasm takes you out.
"That was so good," you sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I've never fucked like this before."
You don't know if you should be admitting that, but it felt right.
Sieun continues to kiss down your neck. He lifts his head, looking at you, "Don't do it with anyone else."
You laugh, kissing him once, "Jealous?"
"N-No."
You plant a kiss on his cheek, "Cute."
let me know if u wanna be tagged in the next part!!
pov: you totally mix up your chats between your girl friend and seongje.
taking care of him after he fought (again). he will never say it out loud but he finds it amusing to see your concentrated face up close. he definitely enjoys the attention.
Can you please make a hyuntak x reader?? It’s kinda angst and fluff at the same time
Reader is a loner, she plays volleyball and is really good, but when she gets rusty and sick, constant nosebleeds from stress, looking like a walking corpse and under her eyes start to swell( just a bit) and get dark, her coach tries to make her rest but reader refuses, without anything to do, her coach tells reader that if she can’t get better then she’s gonna let her go. Reader takes a break but can’t take her mind off volleyball, one day during lunchtime, she sits alone with her thoughts on the bleachers, slowly eating her rice, hyun-tak, Baku, Sieun and juntae are on the court messing around, untilllll…. When hyuntak is trying to teach Sieun how to throw better, the ball hits reader in the forehead, she was confused and had stopped zoning out, hyuntak checked if she was okay and form the impact, her nose starts bleeding, when she finally looks up at him, he notices her swollen eyes and dark ass eye bags, but her eyes are still gentle and warm, he also noticed she’s a lot shorter then him which made things awkward. And then after that he notices her everywhere around school, Baku, sieun and juntae notice his gaze on her and tease him, meanwhile reader is trying to get better, but can’t, she gets really sick again, her body gets weaker and she can barely get out of bed, after 2 full weeks she gets a bit better and goes to school, hyuntak noticed her absence and finally they started talking… well he bumped into her and she dropped her food.. after a long while of hanging out and getting closer, she finally gets better and obviously the group notices how her swollen eyes aren’t that swollen anymore, her nose doesn’t bleed that often, and her dark eye bags are slightly lighter, her coach lets her back in and after practicing getting better at volleyball again, it’s her first game and of course the group (hyuntak and the others) goes, and half way through the game, everything is slowed (in the readers view), she jumps higher then she ever could and smacks the ball and gets the point, in hyuntaks view, while she’s up in the air, he sees an angel, I thought this was really cute!!
✦ IN FLIGHT
“A stray basketball was all it took for Go Hyuntak to break your silence.”
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𓍢ִ໋🌹͙֒ Go Hyuntak x Reader ┊ Fluff, slight angst, comfort ┊ 2.5k words
The gymnasium was cold, the rhythmic squeak of sneakers against the polished floor echoing in your ears. You stood on the backline, your vision slightly blurry and your head pounding with a dull, persistent ache. Every breath felt heavy in your chest.
You tossed the volleyball up to serve, but your timing was completely off. The ball clattered weakly into the net.
"That's enough, Y/n," Coach’s sharp voice cut through the air. She stepped forward, holding a clipboard tightly against her chest, her expression filled with deep concern as she looked at you. "Go sit down."
"I'm fine, Coach," you murmured, wiping a hand across your forehead. "I just need one more set."
"Look at yourself," Coach said firmly, stepping closer. "You look like a walking corpse. Your eyes are practically swollen shut from exhaustion, those dark circles under your eyes get worse every day, and your body is shutting down. You're stressed, rusty, and you refuse to rest."
Before you could argue, a sudden drop of warm liquid spilled over your lip. You reached up, your fingers coming away painted in bright red. Another nosebleed.
Coach sighed, shaking her head. "That's it. I can't let you play like this. If you can't take care of yourself and get better, I’m going to have to let you go from the team permanently."
The words felt like a heavy weight dropping straight onto your chest. Volleyball was the one thing you had, the only place where you felt like you truly belonged.
"Coach, please—"
"Take a break," Coach interrupted softly, though her voice left no room for negotiation. "Do not step back onto this court until your body is healed. That's an order."
You stood there in the quiet gym, holding a paper towel to your bleeding nose, watching the rest of the team continue their drills without you.
A few days later, you found yourself sitting alone on the top row of the outdoor bleachers during lunch. The cool breeze brushed past your face as you slowly ate a small container of rice, completely zoned out. Your mind was racing with thoughts of sets, serves, and the horrifying idea of losing your spot on the team forever, but your physical body felt too weak to even stand properly.
Down on the outdoor basketball court, a group of boys was making a lot of noise. Hyuntak, Humin, Sieun, and Juntae were hanging out, entirely oblivious to your presence up above.
"No, Sieun, you have to snap your wrist like this!" Hyuntak yelled, wildly demonstrating a throw with a stray ball. "Watch me!"
Hyuntak wound his arm back and threw the ball with way too much power. Instead of going toward Humin, the ball flew completely off course, sailing high into the air straight toward the bleachers.
THWACK.
The ball struck you right in the middle of your forehead.
The impact snapped you instantly out of your trance. Your head jerked back, the plastic spoon falling from your hand as you blinked in confusion, holding your forehead.
"Whoa! Hey, are you okay?"
Quick, frantic footsteps rushed up the wooden bleacher steps. Hyuntak jogged up to your row, looking genuinely panicked. "My bad! I didn't see you sitting up here—"
He stopped mid sentence when you finally looked up at him.
Up close, the sight of you caught him completely off guard. Your face was pale, your dark eye bags so deep they looked like bruises, and the area under your eyes was noticeably swollen from pure exhaustion and stress. Yet, despite how sickly you looked, your eyes were striking, soft, gentle, and warm as you looked at him without a trace of anger.
Then, he noticed the fresh trail of blood trickling down from your nose from the impact.
"Ah, shoot, you're bleeding!" Hyuntak gasped, frantically reaching into his blazer pockets for a tissue.
As he leaned down to hand it to you, another realization hit him. Sitting on the bleacher seat, looking so small and frail, you were way shorter than he expected. The sudden close proximity and the sheer contrast between his loud energy and your quiet, fragile presence made the air between you feel intensely awkward.
You took the tissue from his hand, pressing it gently to your nose. "It's fine," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "It happens all the time."
Hyuntak stood there, frozen, his hand still awkwardly half raised as he stared at you, completely unsure of what to do next.
"Hey! Gotak! Did you kill her?" Humin’s booming voice echoed from the bottom of the bleachers, breaking the heavy silence between you two.
Hyuntak blinked, snapping out of his daze. He turned around, waving his arms wildly at his friends. "Shut up, Humin! She's bleeding!"
Sieun and Juntae walked up the steps behind Humin, taking in the scene. Juntae looked worried, while Sieun’s sharp eyes subtly took in your exhausted expression, the dark circles under your eyes, and the blood on the tissue.
"I'm really okay," you said softly, holding the tissue tight. "It's not because of the ball. My nose just bleeds easily lately."
Hyuntak rubbed the back of his neck, shifting his weight awkwardly. Up close, he realized how quiet you were. He felt a sudden, strange pang of guilt seeing how worn out you looked. "Still... my bad. I shouldn't have thrown it so hard."
You offered him a small, polite nod, packing up your lunch container. Feeling overwhelmed by the sudden crowd, you stood up and slowly walked down the bleachers, heading back toward the school building.
Hyuntak watched your small frame walk away until you disappeared around the corner.
"Who was that?" Humin asked, slinging an arm over Hyuntak’s shoulder. "I see her around sometimes, but she always keeps to herself."
"She plays volleyball," Juntae mentioned, adjusting his glasses. "She's actually really amazing, but I heard from some classmates that she's been taking a break because she got sick."
Hyuntak didn't say anything, but his eyes stayed glued to the doorway you had just walked through.
Over the next few days, Hyuntak couldn't stop noticing you.
Before, you were just another face in the hallway, but now, he saw you everywhere. He’d spot you leaning against the courtyard railing, staring blankly at the sky. He’d catch glimpses of you sitting alone near the vending machines, looking like a breeze could blow you over.
Every time he looked, his friends caught him.
"You're staring again, Gotak," Sieun said quietly during break, not looking up from his book.
"I am not!" Hyuntak snapped defensively, his ears turning bright red.
"You totally are," Humin grinned, shoving Hyuntak’s shoulder playfulness. "What, do you have a crush on the quiet volleyball girl?"
"I said shut up!" Hyuntak growled, crossing his arms and huffing, though his eyes drifted back toward the hallway.
Despite your efforts to push through and recover, your body finally hit its limit. The stress and exhaustion caught up to you all at once, sending your fever spiking. You couldn't even stand up without your head spinning, forcing you to stay in bed, completely bedridden.
One week passed, then two.
Hyuntak noticed immediately when you stopped showing up. Every day during lunch, his eyes subconsciously scanned the bleachers, the hallways, and the courtyard, but your usual spot remained empty. The sudden absence felt heavy, and for two whole weeks, he found himself wondering how you were doing.
Finally, after fourteen long days of resting and forcing yourself to eat, you felt strong enough to return to school.
You were walking down the second-floor hallway, clutching a small milk carton, when someone came rushing around the corner way too fast.
CRASH.
"Woah, watch out—"
You stumbled backward, losing your grip on your milk as it dropped straight to the floor, splashing everywhere.
"Ah, shoot! I'm so sorry!" a familiar, loud voice called out.
You looked up to see Hyuntak standing right in front of you, his hands raised in panic. But the second his eyes met yours, his whole body went still.
"It's you," he blurted out, his dark eyes wide as he looked at you. "You're back."
You stared at the spilled milk on the floor, blinking in surprise before looking up at him. "It's fine," you said, your voice still soft, but noticeably clearer than it was two weeks ago. "It was just milk."
Hyuntak didn't look at the mess on the floor. He was looking at you.
Your face wasn't quite as ghostly pale anymore. The dark circles beneath your eyes had lightened from deep purple to a soft shadow, and the swelling under your eyes had gone down significantly. You still looked delicate, but you no longer looked like you were about to collapse on the spot.
"You were gone for two weeks," Hyuntak said, his hands shoved into his blazer pockets as he shifted his weight. "I thought... well, I just didn't see you around."
"I was sick," you admitted, kneeling down to pick up the empty carton. "My body just kind of gave out. But I'm better now."
Before you could touch the wet floor, Hyuntak grabbed your wrist gently, stopping you. "Don't touch that, I'll get paper towels. And I'm buying you another milk."
That single moment marked a complete shift.
Over the next few weeks, Hyuntak started showing up around you all the time. At first, it was just him walking over to hand you a fresh drink during lunch. Then, he started sitting on the bleachers with you, bringing Humin, Sieun, and Juntae along.
Slowly, you found yourself drawn into their noisy, warm circle. For the first time in months, you weren't carrying the stress of volleyball all by yourself.
With rest, good food, and actual laughter filling your days, your health completely turned around. The nosebleeds stopped entirely, your cheeks regained a healthy color, and your eyes carried a bright, gentle spark that had been missing for so long.
When you finally stepped back into the gym, your coach took one look at you and smiled, officially welcoming you back to the starting lineup.
It was the day of your first official tournament game.
The gym bleachers were packed with students, and right in the front row, shouting louder than anyone else, was Hyuntak. Humin was waving a makeshift sign, Juntae was cheering loudly, and even Sieun was watching attentively from his seat.
The score was tied at twenty four in the final set. The tension in the air was thick.
Your teammate set the ball high into the air, perfectly aligned with the net. You took three fast, powerful steps forward, planted your feet, and launched yourself into the air.
In that fraction of a second, time seemed to slow down completely in your view. You felt weightless, high above the net, the noise of the crowd fading into pure silence as you tracked the descending ball, every bit of your strength restored.
In Hyuntak's view, his breath caught in his throat.
As you hung in the air, framed perfectly by the bright gymnasium lights, your hair floating gracefully around your face, he didn't just see an athlete. He saw an angel, radiant and breathtakingly alive. His heart hammered wildly against his ribs, his eyes wide as he stared at you.
SMACK.
Your hand struck the ball with terrifying power, sending it slamming down onto the opponent's court before anyone could even react.
The whistle blew. Game over. You won.
The crowd erupted into deafening cheers. You landed lightly on your feet, gasping for breath, a huge, brilliant smile breaking across your face as your teammates rushed to hug you.
Through the crowd, your eyes met Hyuntak's. He was standing up, frozen for a second, before a proud, unstoppable grin broke across his face. He cheered louder than anyone, his eyes locked onto yours, completely captivated.
The post-game adrenaline was still humming through your veins as you stepped out into the cool evening air outside the sports hall. Your teammates had already headed off to celebrate, but you lingered near the entrance, holding your gym bag over your shoulder.
A familiar loud shout made you turn around.
"Y/n!"
Hyuntak was practically sprinting down the steps toward you, his dark hair messy, his hands shoved into his blazer pockets. Humin, Sieun, and Juntae followed closely behind at a much more relaxed pace.
Hyuntak stopped right in front of you, breathing heavily, a bright, fierce grin stretching across his face. "You were incredible out there! That last spike was insane, the ball practically disappeared!"
"You really were amazing," Juntae added with a warm smile. "We were all cheering so loud."
"Hyuntak was shouting so loud his voice almost gave out," Humin teased, slinging a heavy arm over Hyuntak’s shoulder and ignoring the immediate elbow Hyuntak threw into his ribs.
"Shut up, Humin!" Hyuntak barked, his ears turning bright red as he looked anywhere but at you.
Sieun gave you a quiet nod of approval, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Good game."
"Thanks, guys," you said softly, a warm blush rising to your cheeks as you looked at the group. "Thank you for coming to watch."
Humin nudged Hyuntak forward with his shoulder, giving Juntae and Sieun a subtle look. "Anyway, we're gonna go grab meat at the diner. Gotak, you catch up with us later, right?"
Before Hyuntak could even answer, the three of them started walking down the street, waving back casually over their shoulders.
Suddenly left alone with you under the soft glow of the streetlamp, Hyuntak cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "They're so annoying," he muttered, though his voice lacked any real irritation.
"I'm really glad you came," you said, stepping a little closer to him. You looked up into his dark eyes, your own bright and clear, completely free of the dark circles and tired haze that used to consume you. "Honestly... I don't think I would have gotten back on the court if you hadn't knocked that ball into my head."
Hyuntak stared at you for a long moment. The image of you jumping high into the bright lights of the gym, looking like an absolute angel hanging in midair, was still burned into his mind. He reached out, his fingers lightly brushing against your knuckles before he took your hand in his, wrapping his large, warm fingers tightly around yours.
"I hated seeing you look so sick," Hyuntak admitted, his voice dropping into a rare, quiet softness. He looked away for a split second before meeting your gaze with unshakeable honesty. "I just wanted to see you smile like you did tonight. You looked... amazing."
Your heart skipped a heavy, sudden thud against your ribs. You gave his hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze in return.
"I feel amazing," you whispered, smiling up at him. "Thanks to you."
A genuine, unstoppable grin broke across Hyuntak's face. He didn't let go of your hand as he started walking down the sidewalk, pulling you gently along by his side into the cool night air, leaving all the sickness, stress, and quiet loneliness completely behind.
BONJOUR ou BONSOIR the love of my life how are u doing ?
i have this particular idea in mind and i was wondering if you could write about it heheeeeeeee if u don’t mind of course 🤞🏻🤞🏻🤍
so this is a sieun x autistic!reader (i know all my requests are for sieun but i can’t help it i love him so much please bear with me) and reader lives in an abusive household with parents who don’t care about their neurodivergence and who clearly don’t love them because of that.
(like they don’t hit them all the time, however they just constantly ignore them and don’t feed them properly.)
so because of that reader became non-verbal. they could not talk for days, because sometimes they feel like they can’t talk. they doesn’t have friends in eunjang, and everyone there thinks they’re mute or deaf.
but like reader meets sieun and he’s weirdly attracted by them, and at first he learned sign language bc he thought reader was deaf (but he found out that reader is autistic after he really observed them. like how they react to certain textures and noises)
they both become great friends with each others and with the others (hyun-tak, jun-tae and baku). but when reader gets more comfortable with them, they tell them about their neurodivergence.
BUT ANYWAYS THIS IS WHERE IT GETS INTERESTING, one day, reader comes to school with a bruise under their eye. everyone gets genuinely concerned, especially sieun who have grown protective and caring towards reader. reader just say they trip and tries to change the subject. however sieun doesn’t buy it and confront them after school.
at first he thinks reader is being bullied. he asked them « who did this to you? [name], you need to tell me if you’re being bullied » and reader is at first very confused bc they’re not used to someone caring about them. and after they burst into tears, they’ve been holding it for so long and everything came overflowing u know
sieun tries to comfort them. he genuinely doesn’t know what to do lol. and after reader calmed down they tell him everything about their parents and the abuse, and sieun decides to take reader home for a moment before he can find a solution.
so reader go to sieun’s after school and talk more about their situation in details to sieun while resting her head on his shoulder (this isn’t common for them to get comfortable with physical touch like this) and eventually they fall asleep on him hehhejekz
u can make two parts of it, it’s up to you really! im sorry if this is too long, take ur time bestie!!! im really excited to see what u will come up with<3
take care, xx 🤍🤍🫶🏻
✦ THE NOISE BETWEEN US
“In a world that was always too loud and far too cold, Yeon Sieun became the only quiet place where they could finally be heard.”
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𓍢ִ໋🌹͙֒ Yeon Sieun x Reader ┊ fluff/comfort, angst, mention of child abuse, dismissive parents, autistic reader ┊ 1.6k words
The morning air in the classroom was cold, but the sharp glare of the white fluorescent lights was worse. It buzzed faintly, a high pitched frequency that made the back of your neck ache. You kept your thick headphones resting around your neck, ready to pull them over your ears the second the noise became too much.
In the back row, you sat completely still. At home, you were invisible. Your parents stepped over your presence like an obstacle in the hallway, leaving the kitchen empty and the house freezing, entirely indifferent to your needs. When sensory overload locked your jaw shut for days at a time, they simply ignored you. You had learned long ago that words brought no warmth at home, so you had stopped trying to find them.
At Eunjang High, people assumed you were deaf or mute. They walked past your desk without a second glance.
Except for Yeon Sieun.
When he first started sitting next to you weeks ago, he had assumed you were deaf. He had painstakingly memorized basic sign language, his slender fingers clumsily spelling out small questions on quiet mornings. But as time went on, Sieun’s sharp eyes caught what everyone else missed. He noticed how your hands twitched at the harsh scrape of metal chair legs. He saw how you recoiled from rough fabrics, and how your breathing hitched when the cafeteria grew too loud. He realized you were autistic, navigating a world that was constantly turned up to maximum volume.
He never made a show of it. He just adapted. He brought soft, wrapped snacks to leave on your desk, never forcing you to speak, content to exist in a calm, shared silence. Over time, that quiet understanding expanded to include his friends. Baku, Hyuntak, and Juntae had welcomed you into their circle without asking for explanations, creating a rare safe haven where you could just exist.
But today, the air in the hallway felt different.
You walked into the classroom with your head low, your bangs pulled forward as far as possible. It did not work.
As soon as you sat down, Hyuntak stopped mid-sentence, his eyes widening as he looked at your face. Juntae gasped softly, dropping his pen onto his desk. Even Baku, who was usually lounging lazily, sat up straight, his forehead creasing into a deep frown.
There was a dark, purple bruise blossoming beneath your left eye.
"Hey," Baku’s voice dropped its usual loud boom, filled with genuine concern. "What happened to your face?"
You quickly reached into your bag, pulling out your notebook and writing with trembling hands.
I tripped and bumped into a cabinet. I am fine.
Hyuntak crossed his arms, staring at the paper. "Tripped? That doesn't look like a bump from a cabinet."
Sieun had not said a word. He stood near the window, his dark eyes fixed entirely on your face. His jaw was set tight, a subtle, cold intensity flickering deep in his expression. He did not ask questions like the others. He just watched you hide your face behind your hair, his hands clenching into tight fists at his sides.
All through class, you could feel his gaze on you. When the final bell rang, you tried to gather your things quickly to slip away, but a hand gently caught your wrist at the back door.
The hallway had cleared out. Sieun stood in front of you, blocking the path. The setting sun cast long, orange shadows across the floorboards.
"Walk with me," Sieun said, his tone flat and unyielding.
You followed him out of the school building in silence. He did not stop until you both reached the quiet space behind the gymnasium, shielded from the view of the main street. The cool evening wind blew past, making you shiver in your thin sweater.
Sieun turned around to face you. His eyes locked onto the bruise beneath your eye, his expression darker than you had ever seen it.
"Who did this to you?" he asked directly. His voice was quiet, but it held a sharp, dangerous edge.
You quickly shook your head, raising your hands to spell out Accident, but Sieun stepped closer, cutting off your hand movements gently with his own.
"Don't," he murmured, his grip on your wrists careful and soft. "Y/n, you need to tell me if you are being bullied. Who was it?"
You stared up at him, your breath catching in your throat.
In your entire life, no one had ever looked at you with that kind of intense, unwavering protection. Your parents did not care if you were hurt. The rest of the world ignored you. But here was Sieun, standing in the cold, ready to fight the entire school for you without a second thought.
The sheer weight of it hit you all at once. The weeks of hunger, the freezing house, the utter isolation, and now this overwhelming, unexpected warmth from a boy who cared so deeply for you.
A sharp gasp escaped your lips. A single tear spilled over your eyelash, running hot over the deep bruise on your cheek.
Sieun froze. His eyes widened slightly as your shoulders began to shake violently.
"Hey," he said, his voice instantly losing its sharp edge, replaced by a sudden panic. "Wait. Don't cry. Did I say something wrong?"
He took a hesitant step back, his hands hovering awkwardly in the air. He was brilliant at reading people, at calculating fights and analyzing movement, but comforting someone who was sobbing in front of him was entirely foreign territory.
"I'm sorry," Sieun offered helplessly, his eyes scanning your face in distress. "I didn't mean to scare you."
You shook your head frantically, burying your face in your sleeves as the tears came overflowing out. Years of silent pain spilled out into the quiet space between you. You sobbed, the sound raw and broken, echoing against the brick wall of the gym.
Sieun stood there for a second before slowly reaching out. He wrapped his arms around you, drawing you into a stiff, careful hug. He rested his chin lightly near your shoulder, his hands awkwardly patting your back in a steady, grounding rhythm.
It took a long time for your chest to stop heaving. The sun had completely set by the time your breathing finally slowed to ragged hitches.
Sieun did not let go until he was sure you were steady. He pulled back slightly, looking down at you with deep concern. "Can you tell me what happened?"
You swallowed hard, your throat aching and raw. Your voice felt rusty, barely more than a faint whisper that was almost lost in the wind.
"It wasn't... school," you managed to say, every syllable taking an immense amount of effort.
Sieun stayed completely still, listening intently to the rare sound of your voice.
"My parents," you whispered, looking down at the ground. "They don't... they don't want me. They ignore me. They forget to feed me. My dad... he threw a heavy glass last night because I was making too much noise stimming. It shattered near my face."
Sieun’s breath hitched. A dark, terrifying coldness settled over his face, but he forced his expression to stay calm for you.
"You are not going back there tonight," Sieun said immediately, his tone absolute. "Come with me."
He did not wait for an answer. He reached down and took your hand, wrapping his fingers securely around yours, and led you away from the school.
Ten minutes later, you were sitting on the edge of the sofa in Sieun’s quiet, neat apartment. The space was simple and orderly, bathed in the soft light of a single desk lamp.
Sieun handed you a warm mug of tea, then sat down on the floor right in front of you. He listened in complete, respectful silence as you slowly, haltingly explained the details of your home life. You spoke in low, broken sentences, explaining how your neurodivergence was treated like a burden, how you spent days in cold rooms without food, and how the isolation had gradually locked your voice away.
Sieun listened to every single word, his dark eyes never leaving yours. He did not interrupt, nor did he offer pitying gasps. He simply took in your pain, validating every quiet nightmare you had lived through.
"I will help you figure this out," Sieun said when you finally ran out of words. "You don't have to carry it alone anymore."
The exhaustion of crying, combined with the safety of his quiet apartment, made your eyelids grow heavy. The constant sensory noise of the world felt miles away here.
Sieun moved from the floor to sit beside you on the sofa, keeping a respectful distance.
You looked at him through drowsy eyes. Slowly, timidly, you leaned over, resting your heavy head against his shoulder.
Sieun stiffened for a fraction of a second, entirely unaccustomed to physical contact like this. But as he felt the slight tremble in your breath, he relaxed. He shifted his weight slightly to give you a better angle, resting his arm along the back of the sofa so you could settle comfortably against him.
"Rest," Sieun whispered softly, his thumb gently tracing a slow, soothing pattern against your arm.
Surrounded by his steady warmth and the quiet hum of the apartment, you closed your eyes and finally fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
summary: Weak Hero Boys reaction to finding out you have cheated on them.
type: kdrama, weak hero, headcanons
Yeon Sieun
The moment Sieun finds out, the world does not seem to stop. It simply becomes quieter. There is no shouting, no demand for explanations, no dramatic confrontation in front of everyone. He just stares at you with an expression so unreadable that it becomes terrifying. For a long moment, he says nothing at all, and somehow that silence hurts infinitely more than if he had screamed. His mind begins reconstructing everything with ruthless precision. Every late reply. Every canceled plan. Every moment you seemed distracted. Every lie you thought you buried. He realizes he had trusted you so much that he never bothered looking for cracks, and that realization humiliates him more than the betrayal itself. He hates that he missed it. He hates that someone managed to make him look foolish.
When he finally speaks, his voice is painfully calm. Almost detached. He asks one question after another, not because he hopes to fix the relationship, but because he needs to understand exactly how long he had been living inside a lie. Every answer chips away at something inside him until there is nothing left to protect. The worst part is that he never cries in front of you. He simply looks exhausted, as though someone reached inside him and quietly removed every feeling he had ever associated with your name. After that conversation, he leaves. There are no second chances. No late-night calls. No dramatic messages asking you to come back. You simply become someone he used to know. If he ever sees you again months later, he acknowledges you with the same detached politeness he would offer a stranger asking for directions. The tragedy is not that he hates you. It is that he trains himself to feel absolutely nothing at all.
Ahn Suho
Suho's first reaction is disbelief. Genuine, painful disbelief. He laughs once because the truth sounds so absurd that his brain refuses to process it. He asks if you're joking. Then he sees your face, and that laugh dies almost immediately. The hurt reaches him all at once. Unlike Sieun, Suho wears every emotion openly. You watch his expression collapse in real time, confusion turning into heartbreak with almost unbearable transparency. His hands run through his hair as he begins pacing because standing still suddenly feels impossible. He keeps asking why, not because he expects a satisfying answer, but because he cannot understand how the person he loved enough to imagine a future with could willingly become the person who destroyed it.
He is angry, but not in the explosive sense. His anger comes from disappointment. From feeling stupid for defending you, trusting you, believing in you without hesitation. He remembers every time someone warned him to be careful, every joke his friends made about loving too easily, and he realizes they had all been wrong for one reason. They underestimated how much this would actually destroy him. Even then, part of him still wants you to tell him there was some misunderstanding because he desperately wants reality to become something else. But once he realizes the betrayal truly happened, something inside him gives up. He tells you quietly that he hopes whoever you chose was worth losing everything you built together. Then he walks away because staying any longer would only make him beg for answers that no longer matter. He never contacts you again, though for months afterward, he instinctively reaches for his phone whenever something funny happens before remembering you no longer belong there.
Jeon Seokdae
Seokdae does not react immediately because shock renders him almost motionless. He simply stands there, looking at you with an expression that seems almost vacant. It is the kind of silence born from someone whose entire understanding of reality has just been shattered. Loyalty has always been sacred to him. It is the foundation upon which he builds every relationship, romantic or otherwise. To discover that the one person he lowered his guard around willingly betrayed that trust feels almost incomprehensible. He keeps wondering what he missed. Whether he wasn't enough. Whether there was some moment where he unknowingly pushed you away. The self-blame arrives before the anger ever does.
Eventually, however, the sadness gives way to quiet resolve. He refuses to beg. He refuses to compete with another man for someone who has already made her choice. His heartbreak is immense, but so is his dignity. He calmly returns every belonging you left at his apartment, neatly folded exactly the way you once liked them. If you cry, he cannot even bring himself to comfort you because the instinct that once came so naturally now feels misplaced. Before leaving, he simply tells you that he genuinely hopes you never experience what you made him feel today. It is not a curse. It is not revenge. It is simply the deepest wound he knows how to describe. Afterward, he disappears from your life completely, carrying the heartbreak with remarkable grace while privately questioning whether trusting anyone that deeply was ever a mistake.
Kang Wooyoung
Wooyoung reacts with fire. The moment he learns the truth, every ounce of composure evaporates. He demands names. Demands timelines. Demands every ugly detail because the uncertainty drives him insane. He raises his voice, pacing the room like a caged animal while trying to understand how you could smile at him one day and choose someone else the next. He laughs bitterly whenever you apologize because those words suddenly feel meaningless. Apologies belong before betrayal, not after it. His pride takes an enormous hit. The idea that another man knew something about his own relationship before he did makes him furious beyond words.
For a brief moment, he considers forgiving you. Not because he thinks you deserve it, but because he loves you enough that the thought of losing you feels unbearable. That possibility dies the second he realizes forgiveness would mean questioning everything forever. Every late night. Every message. Every smile. He refuses to become that version of himself. Before walking away, he tells you that you didn't just break his heart. You permanently changed the way he would love the next person who came into his life. That realization hurts him more than losing you because he knows someone innocent will eventually inherit the trust issues you created. He leaves angry, but beneath all that rage is a young man mourning the future he thought he was building with you.
Park Humin (Baku)
Humin is devastated in the most human way possible. He keeps trying to understand it because he genuinely cannot believe someone he loved would willingly hurt him like this. Even while confronting you, there is still hope lingering behind his eyes. Hope that he had misunderstood the accusation. Hope that someone lied. Hope that reality somehow shifts before the conversation ends. But every answer you give slowly kills that hope until all that's left is heartbreak so raw it becomes difficult to witness. He asks whether you were ever truly happy with him or whether he had simply been convenient until someone more exciting appeared. He does not ask to manipulate you. He asks because he truly needs to know whether your memories together meant as much to you as they did to him.
When he finally accepts the truth, tears come before anger ever does. He is not embarrassed by them. He simply cannot stop them. Loving someone wholeheartedly means losing them wholeheartedly too. He admits that if you had simply fallen out of love, he would have accepted it eventually. But betrayal feels different because it rewrites every beautiful memory into something suspicious. The dates, the laughter, the hugs, every "I love you" suddenly becomes impossible to revisit without wondering if someone else already existed in the background. That thought breaks him. Even after ending the relationship, he struggles to hate you. Instead, he mourns the version of you he thought existed, quietly accepting that perhaps the person he loved had never truly been real.
Go Hyuntak (Gotak)
Hyuntak's anger arrives immediately, violently enough that he has to physically remove himself from the situation before saying something he cannot take back. His fists clench so tightly his knuckles turn white, his breathing uneven as he forces himself toward the nearest exit. He knows himself well enough to recognize that staying would only escalate things. Once he calms down enough to return, his voice becomes surprisingly controlled, though every word carries immense disappointment. He asks whether you ever intended to tell him yourself or whether he would have spent years living inside a lie if nobody else had spoken up.
More than anything, he feels embarrassed. Hyuntak loves proudly. Loudly. He introduced you to everyone important in his life, defended you whenever anyone criticized you, and built your relationship into something he genuinely believed would last. Realizing he unknowingly became the fool in someone else's story crushes his confidence. When the relationship ends, he cuts contact immediately because he knows lingering would only reopen wounds that deserve to heal. It takes him years before he fully trusts another partner again. The betrayal becomes something he carries quietly, hidden beneath the same dependable exterior everyone else still sees.
Geum Seongje
Seongje reacts in a way that is almost unsettling. At first, he smiles. It is not a happy smile. It is the kind that appears when someone is trying very hard not to let genuine pain show. He chuckles under his breath, shaking his head as though the situation has become absurdly ironic. "Seriously?" he asks. "That's how this ends?" His amusement lasts only seconds before disappearing completely. The room suddenly feels dangerous because his emotions have become impossible to predict. He starts asking questions that sound almost casual, but every answer clearly feeds something darker inside him. He wants to know who it was. How long it lasted. Whether you laughed about him together. Whether the other man knew you were taken.
Unlike most people, Seongje does not immediately walk away. He lingers. Not because he wants to fix things, but because part of him becomes obsessed with understanding why someone he let this close chose to destroy him. His pride refuses to let the story end with him simply being discarded. Eventually, however, even he realizes there is no satisfying explanation. You cheated because you chose to. That simplicity enrages him. He leaves with a bitter smile, telling you that one day you'll wake up beside someone new and wonder whether they're doing exactly what you once did to him. It isn't revenge. It's simply the loss of innocence. Because after living through betrayal himself, he no longer believes people who betray once ever truly escape the fear of being betrayed in return.
Na Baekjin
Baekjin's reaction is terrifying precisely because it lacks visible emotion. When he learns the truth, his expression changes so little that, for several unbearable seconds, you wonder whether he even heard you. He simply studies you. Quietly. Patiently. Like someone examining a complicated equation that has finally revealed its hidden answer. Then he begins asking questions with unnerving precision. Not emotional questions. Factual ones. Dates. Places. Names. Timelines. Every lie you ever told him is methodically placed into its proper position until the entire relationship is reconstructed into something unrecognizable. By the end of the conversation, he understands exactly where your loyalty ended and your deception began.
When he finally speaks about his own feelings, his voice remains perfectly level. He tells you that betrayal is irreversible because trust is not something that regenerates once broken. It either exists or it doesn't. He admits, almost clinically, that the greatest disappointment is not losing you but realizing his own judgment failed. He believed you were someone worthy of absolute trust, and that mistake bothers him far more than heartbreak itself. Before leaving, he quietly returns every gift you ever gave him. Not out of spite, but because he refuses to keep reminders of a relationship that no longer existed in the form he believed it did. Afterward, you cease to exist in his life with startling efficiency. Your number disappears. Your photographs vanish. Your name is never spoken again. It is as though he performs emotional surgery on himself, removing every trace of you with the same calculated precision he applies to everything else. Whether it truly stops hurting is something only he will ever know.
Baek Dongha
Dongha goes unnervingly quiet. He doesn't throw accusations around the room or demand an emotional confession. Instead, he sits back, staring at you with an expression that slowly hardens the more you speak. He has always been good at reading people, and once he realizes you're telling the truth, he also realizes something else. He had noticed the small inconsistencies before. The changed routines. The moments when your attention wandered somewhere else. He simply chose to trust you instead of his instincts. That realization irritates him more than anything because he prides himself on seeing through people. You managed to become the exception.
When he finally stands, there is an almost detached calmness about him that makes the conversation feel colder than if he had exploded. He tells you that cheating is a choice made over and over again, not a single mistake that happened in one unfortunate moment. Every message, every meeting, every lie required another decision, and somewhere along that chain of choices, you stopped choosing him. He doesn't insult you. Doesn't call you names. He simply concludes that the version of you he loved no longer exists, if it ever did at all. Then he leaves without looking back. The most painful part comes afterward. He never blocks you. Never changes his number. He simply never answers again, no matter how many times you try to reach him.
Do Seongmok
Seongmok says almost nothing when he learns you've cheated. At first, you mistake his silence for shock, but as the minutes pass, you realize it is something much heavier. He simply looks at you with an expression that carries more disappointment than words ever could. He had loved you with remarkable simplicity. There were no games, no tests, no complicated conditions. His loyalty had always been absolute, and because of that, betrayal strikes him with devastating force. He doesn't ask who the other man is. He doesn't ask why. Somewhere deep down, he understands that no explanation will ever make this hurt less. When he finally speaks, his voice is quiet enough that you almost miss it.
"I would've never."
Nothing more. Just four words. Four words that somehow contain every promise he had made to you without ever saying them aloud. He gathers the few belongings he still has at your place, moving slowly as though each object carries another memory he no longer knows what to do with. Before walking out the door, he pauses for only a second, his hand resting on the frame. For a moment, it almost looks as though he wants to turn around. To ask if any part of your love had been real. But he doesn't. Some answers are too painful to hear, and others no longer matter. The door closes softly behind him, and that gentle sound becomes the final ending to a relationship he had believed would last far longer than it ever did.
Hey girlie ❤️ I saw your requests were open and I feel like we deserve a part 2 of the “Human heater” fic, I just keep going back to it, it’s too cute
✦ HUMAN HEATER | Part Two
“Shy lover boy Baku takes care of his drunken crush, but of course, alcohol leads to confessions.”
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𓍢ִ໋🌹͙֒ Park Humin x Reader ┊ Fluff, drunken state, morning after ┊ 0.7k words
꩜ Part One
The morning sun filtered brightly through your bedroom curtains, bringing with it a dull, thumping headache and a hazy trail of fuzzy memories.
You sat up slowly, clutching your head as bits and pieces of the previous night began to drift back into focus. Celebrations after the exams. Loud cheers. Cold drinks. And then, a giant, warm presence walking you all the way home.
Your eyes widened as a specific memory crashed into your mind like a ton of bricks. The empty street, the flickering streetlamp, calling Park Humin a handsome heater, and him looking down at you, saying he noticed you so much it was a problem.
Your face burned bright red. You buried your face into your pillow, letting out a muffled groan of pure embarrassment.
A quiet knock on your bedroom door startled you out of your panic. The door pushed open just a crack, revealing Humin peeking in cautiously. He looked entirely different from his usual imposing self. He was dressed in a simple hoodie, clutching a plastic convenience store bag like a shield, his expression a mix of nervousness and careful concern.
"Hey," Humin said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Your mom let me in. How are you feeling?"
"Humin," you squeaked out, quickly pulling the blanket up to your chin. "I... I think I'm alive."
He let out a small, relieved sigh, stepping fully into the room and setting the plastic bag on your desk. "I brought some hangover soup and hydration drinks. Hyuntak said this brand works best."
"Thank you," you murmured, staring down at your blanket. The silence between you two grew heavy, charged with the lingering residue of last night's chaos.
Humin rubbed the back of his neck, shifting his broad shoulders uncomfortably. He looked at the floor, then at the wall, avoiding direct eye contact. His ears were already turning a deep shade of crimson.
"So," Humin started, clearing his throat. "Do you... remember anything from last night?"
You swallowed hard, your heart racing against your ribs. You could play dumb, act like the alcohol wiped your memory clean, and spare both of you the embarrassment. But looking at how genuinely anxious Humin seemed, you couldn't bring yourself to lie.
"I remember," you admitted quietly, peeking up at him. "I remember calling you a heater. And I remember what you said under the streetlamp."
Humin froze completely. For a terrifying second, Eunjang High's strongest fighter looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole. He squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a long, shaky breath as he mumbled, "I knew it. I shouldn't have said all that while you were drunk."
"Did you mean it?" you asked, your voice gentle but firm.
Humin opened his eyes, looking directly at you now. The golden shade of his eyes held no hesitation, only a steady, unwavering sincerity that made your breath catch.
He took two deliberate steps toward your bed, stopping just beside it. The shy lover boy persona was still there in the red dusting his cheeks, but the conviction in his voice was pure Park Humin.
"Every single word," Humin said, scratching his cheek as he looked down at you. "I meant it. I've liked you for a really long time, Y/n. I was just too much of a coward to say it when you were sober."
A slow, happy smile broke across your face, washing away all the morning's embarrassment. "You're not a coward, Humin."
"I am when it comes to you," he grumbled playfully, though a small, soft smile finally cracked through his nervous posture. He reached out, his big hand hesitating for a tiny second before gently patting the top of your head. "So... what now?"
"Now," you said, reaching up to lightly hold his wrist, "you help me drink that soup, and then you have to officially ask me out while I'm completely sober."
Humin beaming bright, his easy, radiant laugh filling the room as all the tension melted away. "Deal. Get ready, because I'm going to do it right this time."
