A Weak Hero x (reader) FanFiction Ft: Wolf Keum (webtoon) x F.reader Enemies to friends to lovers Reader is part of the Union, more on the brains but still has a bit of brawls. Reader is kinda bitchy? Author's format is inconsistent
Author did not proofread (sowwy👉👈🥺) Warning/s: WOLF, STRONG LANGUAGE, DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE, WRONG GRAMMAR, AUTHOR IS DELULU
Masterlist previous, next.
Not even a week has passed since the first day of highschool, yet it's been hectic— borderline chaotic.
In addition to maintaining relation with Yeri, who is now a second year middle schooler. Staying in touch to continue the 'badge pin' scheme.
Integrating influence as a first year isn't easy, specially when there's already a made hierarchy. Since it wasn't a piece of cake you made cupcakes instead.
Did you succeed? Obviously, not— not so fast, but you did.
Stated, you are a first year and don't plan on making authoritive rivals. After all, your main skill is politics.
Is other words, networking. The more useful connections you have, the better.
.
.
SLAM
You gently placed the first aid kit that you somehow began to habitually bring.
"Again? Your knuckles and previous wounds haven't even healed yet..." You scolded Wolf with a hint of worry, as you searched your kit for disinfectant and cotton.
"Shut it, I won." Wolf scoffed and rolled his eyes at you, but he didn't stop you from removing his half ripped bandages. You heard his breath hitched with the touch of the alcohol-soaked cotton on his skin.
"Chin up" You instructed, removing the sheet off from the corners of the gauze.
"Make me." He challenged, wearing a very condescending smirk. That fucking punch inviting handsome face.
.
After what felt like an eternity of putting bandage on Wolf's bruises, you went inside the convenience store to buy two instant ramens and some drinks.
For some reason he is uncharacteristically silent, you were quite sure that with all the sass you've been throwing at him, he'd be flipping soon but he is rather calm and simply staring at you.
"What's wrong with you?" Wolf stared at you with suspicion. Simply watching, as you prepare the food on the table. Right outside of the convenience store where the two of you are currently hanging around.
"What's your problem now?" You quirked an eyebrow, not appreciating his expected ungratefulness.
"You're being awfully kind today, you dying soon?" He deadpanned.
"No but you will, just keep going." You retorted sarcastically. Just ask you sat down, he pulled your chair close to him without any warning.
Skrrreeee
The sudden pull made you almost fell off your chair.
"The fu-" You cursed under your breath at the smug looking Wolf.
.
"... I heard you joined the Union." You casually nudged, though you bounced back.
"Didn't know that you were so interested in me." Wolf pulled you by the bag on your back. Preventing you to stumble down the pavement.
"Eek- ahem... Anyway." You composed yourself, looking up to face him.
"You didn't answer my question." You steadily held his gaze.
'1...'
'2...'
'3...'
He blows a thick layer of smoke directly into your face, making you cough.
Cough
Wolf turns his head away from your sight, taking another drag of his cancer stick before quickening his pace.
"Wolf! Ugh- cough you fucker...!" After finally exhaling the remnants of smoke out of your throat, you chased after him with a mental note to strangle him once you get a chance.
.
.
School, Union, school, Union, scho— Eunjang...
You're tired, absolutely tired. You plopped yourself on the couch without any care for the world, ready to willingly shut yourself down for hibernation.
Clack
Clack? That's not how your door sounds like, nor your windows, and neither does your couch. 'fuck'
"You try'na melt in the heat?" Your trespasser named Wolf, quirked an eyebrow at your fully blanket-cocooned form in the comfort of your couch.
As if he's at home, he shamelessly turned on the AC that even I barely use.
"Move." He pulled your legs off its cushioned resting spot, setting himself on the other side as he played a movie without permission.
You thought of kicking his side, and out of your apartment even. But something was amiss, Wolf's signature annoying expressions are nowhere. He's simply watching the movie, his knuckles freshly beat, the usual afterglow, boredom nor disgust wasn't there... Just plain hollow nothing.
"Stop staring, it'll get you in a lot of trouble." His voice lacking both the naught and venom, I removed my cocoon and walked to the kitchen.
POP
POP
POP
----
After a while, I placed a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table.
"Look I... I don't know what to do with you, but at least change the movie." You glanced at The Hellraiser in the TV, handing him a cup of juice.
"No alcohol?" He took a peek at your direction, before totally ignoring your request.
"I'm not getting you drunk at my house." Reaching out to the remote as he kept putting it away of your arm length. "Ugh... I have newer ones, change the damn movie."
"Shut it, i like this one." Wolf tucked the remote away from you firmly.
You grumbled, violently cocooning yourself again on the other side of the couch. Angrily, you munched the popcorn only half watching the movie.
Wolf unmoving, continues to watch the movie as he creepily cracks a glimmer of amusement every time a character either dies or is about to.
.
Time heard your prayer, the movie finally ended.
"So... What the hell is your deal?" You dipped your head on the now empty bowl of popcorn as you speak.
"None of your business." He tossed the remote over your lap, lifting his feet to rest them on the coffee table.
"Not if you weren't here bothering my supposedly peaceful relaxation, but here you are." Your tone is slightly teasing, but your expression couldn't be more serious—with a hint of concern.
A pregnant pause added to the silence of the apartment, before he exhaled a sigh.
"My old man's home." Wolf murmured, barely audible but lot enough for you to hear. He watched your expression, as if waiting for a reaction.
However, you gave him none.
You're not sure of whatever he wants for you, but you do no what he don't want—pity. He's Wolf fucking Keum, and that's self explanatory, a valid reason, and an unchanging fact.
Searching through your bag, you picked out your wallet, phone, and weapon.
"Wanna kick some ass?" You offered, already putting on your shoes. He scoffed, it was enough reaction—all that you require from him.
"You suck at comforting." He complained, wearing a foreign genuine small smile.
"It works on you." You cheekily jab, glancing at his feet— 'oh right... He trespassed from the balcony.'
"Should I-"
"I'm borrowing this." He cut you off, wrying the water off your bathroom slippers. (For the record, their neutral in color and bigger.)
"Mnhm." You hummed in agreement.
.
.
WHAM
BAM
Crunch
WHACK
Slurp...
The loud slurping broke Wolf away from his trance, he turned his head facing you who's currently eating so casually.
He traveled at the sight of you who give zero fucks about the violence in front. Before the poor souls who couldn't look away in time for his 3 second rule take a breath of relief, he gave them to final kicks in the guts each.
The now breathed Wolf calmly approaches you, muffled groans echoed in his background.
You offered him a stick filled with fish cakes and tteokbokki. However instead of getting hold of the stick, he directly ate it from your hand.
"..."
"..."
"What?" Wolf inquired, as he took another bite. You felt your heart skip a beat, thoughtless and slightly air headed, you wiped a small splat of blood on his cheek.
You froze, feeling his gays on you, making you realize what you're doing. "O-oh, I was..."
"It's not mine." He shrugged, but didn't swat your hand away as he continue to eat from the stick you're holding.
"..."
"I know." You mumbled, internally hoping that you don't look like a blushing mess in front of this annoying me good looking dude.
Ting!
Yay? You thanked your phone for giving you a distraction before you self destruct. Unfortunately, your happiness was quite short live as you realize that the message was from Donald.
["Meeting at Yeo-il tomorrow 4:00 p.m. council room, don't be late."]
["If you're with him, drag him too."]
___________________________________
TO BE CONTINUED...
Next
