Nov 28, 2025
Congratulations Park Jihoon for winning Top Excellence in Acting Award (Male) for Weak Hero Class 2 at the 7th Daejeon Special FX Festival 🎉🎉🎉
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Congratulations Park Jihoon for winning Top Excellence in Acting Award (Male) for Weak Hero Class 2 at the 7th Daejeon Special FX Festival 🎉🎉🎉
Weak Hero Characters Crushing on a Chubby Reader Pt.1
↳ pt.2
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Synopsis:
Being a chubby girl wasn’t always easy.
Sometimes it was the comments from strangers.
Sometimes it was comparing yourself to other
girls.
Sometimes it was simply looking in the mirror and wishing you could see yourself the way everyone else seemed to.
But when some of Eunjang’s most unexpected boys begin developing crushes on you, they start showing you something you’ve never really believed before.
That you’re pretty exactly the way you are.
From awkward compliments and protective moments to teasing, jealousy, and soft confessions, each character has their own way of falling for you and proving that your size was never something that needed fixing.
After all, while you spend your time noticing your flaws, they’re too busy noticing everything they love about you.
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Warnings:
Body insecurity, discussions of weight and self-esteem, mentions of dieting, teasing, light bullying, awkward flirting, jealousy, possessiveness, protective behavior, fluff, crack humor, and slight character-accurate toxic behavior from certain characters.
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Characters Used:
Yeon Si-eun
Ahn Su-ho
Go Tak
Seo Jun-tae
Oh Beom-seok
Na Baekjin
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Yeon Si-eun
Si-eun knew you were chubby.
Not because he cared.
He just noticed things.
That was all.
One afternoon you were sitting together at cram school when you looked down at your stomach and sighed.
“I really need to lose weight.”
Si-eun didn’t even look up from his worksheet.
“Then exercise.”
You stared at him.
“…What?”
“If you want to lose weight, exercising would help.”
His tone was completely matter-of-fact.
Like he was explaining a math problem.
You felt your face heat up immediately.
“Oh.”
The way your voice dropped finally made him glance up.
You looked embarrassed.
Almost hurt.
Si-eun blinked.
“…Did I say something wrong?”
You laughed awkwardly.
“No. You’re right.”
You looked away.
And suddenly Si-eun realized what happened.
Great.
He’d done it again.
He stared at his pencil for a few seconds before speaking.
“I wasn’t saying you have to.”
You looked back at him.
“I know.”
“No. I mean…”
For once, Yeon Si-eun looked genuinely unsure of himself.
He tapped his pencil against the desk.
“You look fine.”
You blinked.
“…Fine?”
His ears immediately turned red.
Wrong word.
Wrong word.
“You look good.”
The words came out stiff and awkward.
You couldn’t help laughing a little.
Si-eun immediately looked away.
“I was trying to help.”
“I know.”
“And I wasn’t calling you fat.”
“I know.”
He sighed.
This was why talking was annoying.
Still when he glanced over and saw you smiling again, he decided the embarrassment was worth it.
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Ahn Su-ho
Su-ho worked at the restaurant enough that he started noticing regular customers.
And lately, he’d noticed you.
Not in a creepy way.
Okay maybe a little.
You came in almost every week.
Sometimes alone.
Sometimes with friends.
And every single time you ordered a ridiculous amount of food.
At least ridiculous compared to everyone else.
Su-ho thought it was cool.
You actually ate your food.
Meanwhile half the girls he knew would order fries and eat three of them.
One afternoon he spotted you sitting alone by the window.
Immediately his mood improved.
He grabbed your tray and walked over.
“Here.”
“Thank you.”
You smiled up at him.
Su-ho sat across from you for a second before looking at everything on your tray.
A burger.
Fries.
A drink.
Dessert.
Then he grinned.
“Wow. You really know how to eat.”
The second the words left his mouth, your smile dropped.
“…Oh.”
Su-ho blinked.
Wait.
Why did she look sad?
“Oh. No.”
He pointed at your food quickly.
“Not in a bad way.”
You looked unconvinced.
“No seriously.”
He leaned forward.
“It’s cool.”
“…What?”
“You actually eat.”
You stared at him.
Su-ho rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
He was making this worse.
“A lot of girls get embarrassed eating around people.”
You blinked.
“I always thought that was weird.”
His eyes moved back to your tray.
“You order what you want and you eat it.”
He shrugged.
“I like that.”
Your face immediately felt warm.
Su-ho didn’t even realize what he said.
Then suddenly he froze.
Wait.
That sounded bad too.
“No. I mean—”
He pointed at you.
Then at the food.
Then at you again.
“I like… that you’re comfortable.”
You laughed.
“You’re terrible at compliments.”
“I’m trying.”
You laughed harder.
And Su-ho smiled.
The food wasn’t why he paid attention.
It was you.
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Go Tak
Go Tak liked hanging out with you.
It was easy.
No drama.
No complicated conversations.
Just food, basketball, and whatever random thing the two of you decided to do that day.
Today happened to be food.
The two of you sat at a small restaurant booth while Go Tak absolutely demolished his meal.
You were doing the same.
Halfway through your second plate, Go Tak glanced over and laughed.
“You eat like Baku.”
You froze.
Your chopsticks stopped moving.
“…Oh.”
Go Tak blinked.
What was that reaction?
“What?”
You shook your head.
“Nothing.”
Then you quietly set your chopsticks down.
Go Tak frowned.
Now you weren’t eating.
Why weren’t you eating?
“Seriously. What?”
“Nothing.”
There was that word again.
Nothing.
Which obviously meant something.
Go Tak sighed.
“Oh come on.”
You looked away.
“Don’t tell me you’re actually mad.”
You stayed quiet.
And that’s when it finally clicked.
…Oh.
Right.
Maybe comparing a girl to Baku wasn’t the smartest thing he’d ever done.
Go Tak rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
“You know that’s not what I meant.”
You shrugged.
He sighed again.
Why was this so difficult?
“You shouldn’t let stupid stuff like that get to you.”
You looked at him.
His expression softened slightly.
“I wasn’t making fun of you.”
Another awkward silence.
Then he mumbled,
“You look… okay.”
You stared at him.
Go Tak immediately looked away.
His ears were turning red.
Not because he was embarrassed.
Okay maybe a little.
“You know what I mean.”
“No. I don’t.”
He groaned.
“You look good.”
The words came out irritated.
Like he was annoyed you made him say it.
Which honestly made it sound more sincere.
You couldn’t help smiling a little.
Go Tak noticed immediately.
“There.”
He pointed at you.
“That face. That’s better.”
Then he pushed your plate back toward you.
“Now keep eating.”
You laughed.
And Go Tak smiled to himself.
Mission accomplished.
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Seo Jun-tae
Jun-tae was a little weird.
He watched too much anime.
Way too much anime.
Which was exactly why every time he looked at you, his brain immediately started comparing you to his favorite characters.
Especially when it came to your thighs.
Not in a creepy totally pervy way.
Just because every anime girl seemed to have thick thighs and somehow your legs reminded him of them.
Of course, he’d rather die than tell you that.
One afternoon, the two of you were walking through a shopping center together when you suddenly stopped in front of a large mirror.
Jun-tae stopped too.
You frowned at your reflection.
He tilted his head.
“What’s wrong?”
You sighed.
“My thighs.”
Jun-tae immediately froze.
Your… what?
You pointed at your reflection.
“They look huge.”
“Oh.”
You looked down.
“I wish they were smaller.”
Jun-tae stared at the floor.
Then at the mirror.
Then at the floor again.
He looked like he was solving the hardest math problem in existence.
You waited patiently.
Finally, he spoke.
“I… um…”
His face was turning red.
You blinked.
“What?”
Jun-tae rubbed the back of his neck.
“I think you look… good.”
You stared at him.
His face somehow got even redder.
“I mean…”
He looked away immediately.
“Like how you are.”
Your heart skipped a beat.
Jun-tae continued staring at literally anything except you.
“You don’t need to… change.”
His voice got quieter with every word.
For a moment, neither of you spoke.
Then you smiled softly.
Jun-tae risked a glance in your direction.
Seeing you smile made his entire brain stop working.
“Thank you, Jun-tae.”
He immediately looked away again.
“Mhm.”
That was all he managed to say.
He was relieved.
Because he really meant it.
Even if he was way too embarrassed to explain why.
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Oh Beom-seok
Beom-seok hated seeing people be mean to you.
Hated it.
The problem was that most of the time he didn’t know what to do about it.
One night he was scrolling through Instagram when one of your posts appeared on his feed.
You looked happy.
You were smiling with your friends while holding a drink.
Beom-seok smiled a little before opening the comments.
Big mistake.
Among all the compliments was one comment.
“Maybe lose some weight first.”
Beom-seok’s smile disappeared instantly.
He stared at the screen.
Then he reread it.
Then read it again.
His grip tightened around his phone.
Who wrote that?
Why would someone say that?
He clicked the account immediately.
A random account.
Probably some loser hiding behind a screen.
Before he could stop himself, Beom-seok logged into a spare account.
And then another.
And another.
By the end of the night he was arguing with a complete stranger through three different accounts.
It was pathetic.
But he didn’t care.
The comment was gone by morning.
Unfortunately, the damage had already been done.
A few days later Beom-seok met up with you after school.
Normally you ordered something filling.
A sandwich.
Chicken.
Sometimes ramen.
Something.
Today you walked up with a small salad.
Beom-seok frowned immediately.
“That’s all you’re eating?”
You looked down at your food.
“Yeah.”
There was something off about your voice.
Beom-seok already knew.
He just didn’t want to hear it.
“I need to lose weight anyway.”
There it was.
His stomach sank.
You poked at your salad without looking up.
Beom-seok stared at it for a few seconds before quietly speaking.
“You don’t need to.”
You laughed softly.
“Sure.”
“No.”
His answer came out quicker than expected.
You finally looked at him.
Beom-seok looked nervous immediately after speaking.
But he continued anyway.
“You don’t.”
You stayed quiet.
“It’s because of those comments, right?”
Your eyes widened slightly.
Beom-seok looked away.
He hated knowing he was right.
“People say stuff online all the time.”
You shrugged.
“Maybe they’re right.”
Beom-seok frowned.
“No.”
His voice was firmer this time.
“They aren’t.”
You blinked.
Beom-seok rarely sounded that serious.
“They’re idiots.”
His hands clenched slightly underneath the table.
“Don’t listen to them.”
You looked down at your salad again.
“But—”
“They’re idiots.”
He repeated it immediately.
Like he needed you to understand.
“You shouldn’t change because some random person said something mean.”
You looked at him for a moment before smiling softly.
“Thanks, Beom-seok.”
His face immediately turned pink.
“O-of course.”
You didn’t notice the way his jaw tightened afterward.
Or the fact that he’d already memorized that account’s username.
Because later that night, Beom-seok was absolutely going to find out who left that comment.
And whoever it was…
They were about to have a very bad day. (Of course he would his money for it though.)
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Na Baek-jin
Na Baek-jin knew most people at school.
That was what happened when you were the top student.
People knew him.
And he knew them.
Including you.
You weren’t exactly popular, but Baek-jin knew who you were.
You were smart.
Always studying.
Always trying.
Whenever teachers asked difficult questions, your hand was usually one of the first to go up.
He respected that.
As for your appearance?
He never cared much.
People made comments about your weight sometimes.
He heard them.
But he never paid attention.
Frankly, he thought they were stupid.
He thought you were cute.
That was the end of it.
One afternoon, Baek-jin was leaving class when someone suddenly bumped into him.
You.
You immediately stepped back.
“Oh, sorry.”
Your voice sounded strange.
Baek-jin looked down at you.
Your eyes were red.
Like you’d been crying.
You quickly looked away.
Baek-jin frowned slightly.
“What’s wrong?”
You froze.
Honestly, he did too.
He wasn’t even sure why he’d asked.
You forced a smile.
“N-nothing.”
Then you tried to walk away.
Before you could, Baek-jin grabbed your wrist.
Not hard.
Just enough to stop you.
“What happened?”
His voice was calm.
Firm.
The kind of voice that expected an answer.
You looked shocked.
For a moment neither of you moved.
Then you gently pulled your wrist away.
“It’s nothing.”
And before he could ask again, you hurried off.
Baek-jin stood there for a second.
Annoyed.
Not at you.
At the fact that he suddenly cared.
As he continued walking through the hallway, he passed a group of boys laughing near the stairwell.
Normally he would’ve ignored them.
Then he heard your name.
“Y/n is so fucking ugly.”
The group burst out laughing.
Baek-jin stopped walking.
The hallway suddenly felt very quiet.
The boys noticed him standing there.
Their laughter died immediately.
Baek-jin looked at them.
No expression.
“Say that again.”
The boys immediately went pale.
One of them laughed nervously.
“It was just a joke.”
Baek-jin stared at him.
“A joke.”
His voice was flat.
Cold.
The boy swallowed.
Nobody answered.
Baek-jin adjusted his backpack strap.
Then he stepped closer.
“I don’t remember laughing.”
That was all he said.
And somehow it was enough.
After that day, those boys never bothered you again.
Not in the hallways.
Not online.
Not even behind your back.
And you never found out why.
The only thing you noticed was that the comments suddenly stopped.
Meanwhile, whenever Baek-jin saw you studying in class, he found himself glancing over a little longer than usual.
Just to make sure you looked okay.
❛❛ ✃ — ₛₐcᵣᵢfᵢcₑd Dₒₗₗ . ╋━ ´ཀ` ❞
Part 2.
.ᐟ — TW.
blackmailing, somnophilia, nsfw/smut, mentions of self-harm/suicide, and slurs.
S – You and Seong-je have been “ friends ” ever since Kindergarten, thanks to his parents and yours being close. The past few years you've been disturbed about the issues about him beating up students from another school, skipping classes, and even heard that those he killed, ended up being sacrificed.
Y/N — Yeon Eun-Heesoo
PS - GUYS I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG OMG 😭😭 my fat chungus life I swear, I forgot to save the draft while making this and when my phone died, it basically just disappeared like I'm ctfu omg 😭😭😭😭😣😣😣😣 guys I also apologize if my grammar sucks tf cuz it's like 1:33 AM rn and I'm redoing this shit half awake 😊
Anywayssss, enjoy ! 🫶🏻
You woke up on your bed, still unconscious. You were blankly staring at the wall for no reason at all, you felt empty. You felt..bare and blank. You couldn't understand what was happening to you. You swore that it was all a dream, right? That's what you assumed.
You just kept on staring at the wall, trying to remember but it's just forming blank in your brain. You're free to move and speak, but you somehow felt caged. A few minutes has passed, you snapped out of it. You felt awake, but still, your head hurts. You don't even understand why. "My head..hurts badly." You mumbled quietly.
You got up and went to the living room, surprisingly Seong-je is not here. You swore that you remembered something, you drank what he gave you but you couldn't remember the rest. Did you black out? Or did you just dream?
So you went to grab a bowl, pour cereal and milk. You turned on the TV and changed the channel. While you were watching the news, it started to rain. "Gosh finally, it started to rain. Something good has happened." You said to yourself.
While you were eating cereal, the TV turned off for no reason. I mean, what the hell did even happen? So, you just ignored it. And went with whatever the hell was going to happen the rest of the day. You couldn't understand if you were going insane or what, but you couldn't remember what happened earlier. Your mind is all blank, you can't remember anything clearly, but you could atleast recall that Seong-je gave you something before you woke up. Did I even wake up? Or was I given something to sleep and wake up? You kept on overthinking.
You went to the bathroom to shower, and do your skincare. After that, you just sat on your couch like nothing. You remembered your parents, so you grabbed your phone to text them.
Mom ❤️.
"Hey mom and dad, how are you guys?" You sent a text to her, you're not expecting an immediate answer but you received one after just 4 minutes. Maybe it was their free time? "Hi lovely, we're feeling alright. Stay safe there! 💖"
Lovely? My mom doesn't call me that. Neither does my dad. You felt confused now, you clearly know your mom wouldn't call you that or maybe they just picked that up somewhere else in that trip. But deadass, you know they wouldn't call you this in just immediate. Still, you shrugged it off. Maybe they're just needing to express their love?
You waited for a few hours for Seong-je to come back. While waiting, you were watching Megan is Missing. You were really up to watching these kinds of movies for now. After finishing the movie, you felt a bit traumatized. You couldn't understand how you even finished that, maybe you just had the patience.
You did everything so you wouldn't feel bored or be in a boredom kind of state. Still, even after trying to put yourself away from it, you felt bored and empty. You don't know why, but your legs started to hurt a bit. You could handle the pain though, but it was unexplainable that it hurted out of nowhere. "Cramps?" You thought to yourself, maybe it is.
After an hour, you fell asleep on your couch, with the blanket wrapped around you like a burrito. Sudenly, Seong-je opened the door with the key. He saw you laying down there, and even while asleep, you know to yourself you could still hear. Just unconscious about everything.
"Cute." He said, lowering down, looking at your sleepy state. You could feel his hands on your hair, brushing them softly. But you somehow couldn't wake up, you could feel it, you could hear his voice, it's just that you struggled to wake up. It was reality, but you were trapped in somewhere.
You felt his hand moving away, his presence moving away. And that's when you have fully fallen asleep. You wanted to wake up, your brain did want to wake up. But somehow, you just couldn't get to do so.
Then, you heard Seong-je's voice. He was on call with someone, his friend? You thought that maybe it was a friend he's calling. You heard their conversation, but you couldn't wake up.
"Hey, I'll be there in a few minutes." Seong-je said. "If I get arrested because of this shit, I'll kill you. I've already drugged the girl and cut her tongue off. You better get your ass over." You heard Seong-je laugh. What the fuck? Were you dreaming about this? You hoped so.
Before he left the room, he said something to you while you were sleeping. "Night, sweetie. Can't wait for you to be the next." He said and you heard it. You fucking heard it, you? Next? You're fucked up. And then, you heard the door click open and close. Signifying that he has already left. You were still traumatized.
You tried your best to wake up, but you could only hear. You couldn't open your eyes so you tried to calm yourself down. And let yourself fall asleep. It took you a few tries because you were failing miserably.
A few hours has passed, you woke up all of the sudden. It was 1:04 AM. You slowly got up and opened the fridge. Getting a bottle of water to chug down your dry throat. Then suddenly, you thought of the call. "I hope it's just a dream. Please." You said, you were praying that it was.
After drinking the water, you heard the door swinging open and shut. It was Seong-je. He took off his shoes and put his jacket away. "Still awake, huh?"
"Uhm.. yeah." You gave him slightly a look because you don't know if he actually helped someone murder a girl. The best you could do was literally wait for your parents. You just needed to wait. Right?
He then sat on the couch, grabbing his phone from his pocket. And you saw that he's typing, he must be texting someone. Well, yeah he is.
You told him that you're going somewhere else, grabbing your jacket because you were only wearing shorts and a tank top. "Hey, I'll just go somewhere else." Then, you heard him stop typing. You paused for a second. And he turned at you.
"Where, exactly?" He asked and it felt creepy as hell. Even when I had to go somewhere? "Just at 7/11.." You replied at him. "Then I'll come."
"What?" You mumbled, but luckily he didn't hear it. Why would he need to come with you? You thought that he was busy but now, he wants to come? You felt like something was definitely off.
"Okay, fine." You said to him, he then grabbed his jacket and put on his shoes. As you both were walking outside, a light suddenly went off and you slightly got scared. Meanwhile, he's still on his phone. Smoking his last stick of cigarette. He always smokes, and you didn't want to know why he does.
As you both entered 7/11, you grabbed Honey Butter and Slurpee, you honestly didn't want to leave Seong-je out so you bought two each. You paid at the counter and you went near him.
"Here.." You slowly slide the chips and drink, in the most awkward way. He let out a chuckle. "Oh wow, for me? Didn't know you were this nice." He said to you but you just gave him the biggest side eye. You continued to eat your chips and drink, then you felt your phone ringing a notification. You opened it and it was from your bestfriend, asking for you to go to her house because she's feeling scared.
Before telling it to Seong-je, you finished your food. You stayed silent and he did the same. After you finished, you spoke. "I'll be going somewhere else, my friend needs me. You can go home by yourself, I don't..need you to follow me." You said to him, and he glanced at you. He didn't react that much but he looked...disappointed.
Then, he stood up. "Hey, I'm not letting you go unless you tell your parents. I don't want it to be my fault if you ever got lost." He said to you, and you just gave him an eyeroll. You felt like slowly losing it. So, for one last time, you told him that you'll go with him back home and that's where you'll contact your parents, since you also need some stuffs if you go to your friends house.
While you both were walking, he asked you something. "Eun-soo, what do you feel about somebody if they're your bestfriend or the person you love?" You didn't know what to answer, but you were just walking in silence so you decided to answer.
"Uhm...I feel safe with them. It's like I can act like my true self without having to feel judged." You said to him, trying not to break the awkwardness. Then, you saw him smile. Maybe it was even a smirk.
You both entered your parents apartment, then, you grabbed some stuffs. Your bag. You grabbed your phone to text your parents, and you noticed that they're online. So you thought it was a good thing.
"Hey, mom and dad. I'll be staying at Seo-woon's place tonight." You texted them, you waited for a few minutes until you heard a notification.
"I'm sorry, but your dad doesn't allow because he's worrying about what will happen to you. Stay safe Hun. ❤️" Your mom replied, you felt frustrated. But, you thought of just lying to Seong-je.
You got out of the room, and as you were about to grab your bag, he asked you. "So, what did they say?" He was giving that creepy vibes, you hated it. "None of your business." You said to him, and as you were about to go out, he felt him grab your wrist.
"I asked you. Did your parents agree, or no?" Now that he did and said that, you felt scared. You felt like you couldn't move. So you just had to be honest. "No.." You said. Then, he let go. "It's that simple. You didn't have to make it hard. So you're staying here." He looked at you like he was hungry for something, you were creeped the hell out.
Why did he even care? You weren't somebody to control so you talked back at him. "Why do you always have to care when I go somewhere else." You whispered, and he heard it. He looked down and at you, while you dropped your bag down. He just stood there, when you walked passed him. He grabbed your shoulders tightly, and pushed you against the wall. The other hand going to your throat, choking you. You couldn't stop him because his grip was so strong.
"And why the fuck do you always have to be stubborn, huh? I do this for your own safety and guess what? You fuck all of this shit up as always. I've always hated your ridiculous shit, and now you're like this? You want to know the truth, huh?" He said to you, clearlty gripping much more tightly so you can't breathe. You tried to kick him, but nothing worked. You felt like passing out.
"Still trying? Eun-soo, I'm doing all this shit for the both of us. You think everything like this is funny? A joke to you? Like everything is just bullshit?" He sighed then laughed at you. "God, fuck this. Eun-soo, you don't get how much I fucking crave for you every second. You don't know how it feels being like that, it's like a painful torture that you can't get someone you want."
"I fucking love you so much, Eun-soo. That I do all of this shit just for you. I entered a cult just for you so I can get you closer to me, but none of that worked. I want you badly, please. Just..behave." He said, but he didn't loosen his grip. You tried not to tear up but you were. And he giggled at how scared you are right now. Then, he dropped of his kindness act.
As his grip got tighter, you passed out. And he was satisfied. You were scared and confused of what was happening. You were questioning everything, on why you trusted him. You felt him carrying you somewhere else, outside. You were still conscious but you couldn't move or speak, only your eyes remained. Then, you noticed that you were both entering his apartment. That's where he dropped you.
He dragged your body somewhere far, maybe his basement. He laid your body down and suddenly, you felt a needle against your skin. That's when you fell asleep, you were knocked down by him.
A few hours has passed, you woke up tied to a chair. You felt uncomfortable and your wrists felt sore. The rope was strong, you couldn't do anything to remove it. You tried to shout for help but soon realized that the room is sound-proof.
You were holding your cries, you didn't know what to do. You're afraid of everything that's going to happen. Suddenly, the door opened. It was Seong-je. He was smiling the whole time walking towards you. "So... what do you think?" He crouched down, looking at your eyes tearing up.
"Let me go, you shithead!" You yelled at him, struggling to move because of the ropes around you. He giggled at how stupid you looked right infront of him, he stood up and grabbed your face aggressively. "You don't know how much you've done to me." He spoke, then aggressively letting go of your face.
He grabbed a knife, then reached it near your legs. "No, no, no! Fuck you let go of me!" You tried to squirm against the ropes, again, it wouldn't work. He slowly carved his name on your thighs, making you whimper and wince in pain. "Fuck, I said let go!" You tried to yell one more time and he stopped to look at you. "You want me to carve your tongue out next? Shut the fuck up." He said.
You chose to stay silent, even if it was wrong. It was wrong to do so and you felt even stupid for staying silent. Then, he broke the silence. "Hey, you want a storytime?" He gave you a look, a horrifying one. Even though he was smiling at you, it felt uncomfortable. You just nodded, because even denying would cost you something.
"You know, your parents hid something from you but never me, they're lovely aren't they? I admired them, until I did the same thing to them. Eun-soo, what do you think happened to my parents and why they haven't been showing up for years, excusing they were busy from work, huh?" He smiled at you, and he was waiting for an answer. "Answer."
"I-I don't know.." You said, looking away. "Oh well, of course. You don't fucking know."
"Well it would be better if I let you know about it, right? Your parents were so jealous of mine..the company my parents used to have? They didn't lend them to your parents, they both stole it. Your parents are such a fucking hypocrite, aren't they?"
"Well, to steal my parent's company. They had two options, to exchange or murder them. Obviously they chose the easy way, to murder my parents. They hid that from you, all of that shit. You didn't become rich easily, I was supposed to be the one. When I found out, they hid it from you but never me. It's fantastic and you're wondering why I have been ignoring you for years." He said, his tone becoming aggressive.
"I didn't know, okay! I-I didn't even-"
"Of course you don't fucking know! Eun-soo, you're so shitty. I fucking hate you so bad I've been planning for stuffs like this." He cut you off and yelled at you. You felt horrible for him, you didn't know but you couldn't defend yourself.
"So in order to satisfy myself, I killed your parents in exchange. Isn't that lovely?" He smiled again at you, but you didn't react. You were tearing up but you don't know why you're not mentally reacting. It was like something is blocking your mind. "Now, we're the same." He said.
You froze, you didn't dare to move. Tears were falling down from your eyes but you were unable to move, neither could you express something. He laughed at your state, he felt satisfied, too satisfied. "Cat got your tongue?" He laughed. "You're too stupid to fall for those messages."
He stood up and left you alone, that's when you dropped your act. You cried your heart out, you were sobbing due to the stress. Did your parents really even do this? Or was he doing this just to scare you? You felt confused, really. You felt dizzy due to overthinking too much, you didn't want to rest but since the room is dark, you closed your eyes. Preparing for another torture.
"Boo!" Seong-je yelled at your face, you flinched because he woke you up. "Hey, wake up. It's night time." He said to you, grabbing your face. Your eyes were red due to crying, he liked that. "Since I'm feeling nice today..why don't I bring you upstairs? You like that?" You didn't answer him, and that disappointed him. He untied your legs and wrists and grabbed your wrist while going upstairs.
While you were both going upstairs, he "accidentally" pushed you. You whined in pain, because your knees hurt so much. "Get up." He looked at your desperate position, he was getting what he wanted. You stayed on the ground for a few seconds and got up. You didn't want to suffer like this.
He dragged you to the living room, and got his phone. Pushed you once again to the couch and grabbed his phone to picture you at your worst. "Fuck, you're really giving in to what I want, huh?" He grabbed your hair, you couldn't react or speak anymore because clearly, he had control. Which you hated the most.
An hour has passed, you were sitting on the couch and he's just texting someone. Suddenly, he stood up. "I'll go somewhere else, don't you dare fucking leave." He remarked at you, grabbing his jacket and locking the door. After he left, you noticed that the light bulb was looking somehow weird. You noticed that it was kind of rotating, then you found out it was a camera in disguise.
"This fucking Seong-je..." You spoke, but you still couldn't shake the thoughts off your head, your parents couldn't be dead, no. They might be somehow alive. Well, you assumed for the best. You didn't want to go insane, right? Not now, Eun-soo. Not now. Hours has passed, Seong-je isn't home. You didn't try to escape because cameras were around you, so you just decided to try and think of plans to get you out of your boredom.
Still, Seong-je isn't home. So you just decided to spectate around his apartment. Well, it's the same as yours because he just lives near you, around 7 apartment rooms near. It was just all entirely designed the same so you didn't except for something big. You were walking until you saw a door that had a strange mark on it's handle. You were about to open it but you were afraid Seong-je is watching you.
You were still curious of it so you did try to but only peeked. It was dark, but it smelt like blood. So you just closed the door and moved away, suddenly you were hearing footsteps near the front door. You were hearing a voice of a girl, wondering who it was. Then, you heard the door open. You decided to hide because you heard Seong-je, but even far away, you could smell the reek of cigarettes and alcohol. Did he go to a bar?
You hid into his laundry room quickl and quiet, you were still peeking through the peephole. The girl looks drunk..as hell. Except for Seong-je, you listened to their conversation.
"Baby, I can't believe that you're so sweet..I love you so much!" The girl hugged him, giving him a kiss on his right cheek. Seong-je looked like he was just pretending to be happy, then he noticed that you were gone. His eyes checked all around and noticed that the laundry room's door was a bit open. He knew you were there, just hiding.
"I love you more.. let's go to my room." You heard him spoke. He had a girlfriend this whole time or he just picked up that girl from a club. You still could hear their conversation because the walls were thin. You knew this because usual apartment walls here are thin. "There, take off my clothes..fuck, you're so damn hot." The girl spoke at him, you could hear his laughs but you didn't hear him say a word. The best thing you could do was cover your ears, so you did.
While covering your ears, you just decided to sleep. You hugged your legs and prayed for whatever's the best that fate would encounter you for, then you fell asleep without even noticing. It was a long day even doing nothing at all.
The house filled with silence except for the girl's voice and moans. Even while asleep, you could hear her voice. But that voice disappeared and was filled with silence. You woke up from a muffled scream, you decided to check it out.
You opened the door and walked silently towards his room, you could hear muffled screams and the girl begging for mercy. You didn't want to check but your mind and body was telling you, so you opened the door at the tiniest bit to see what was happening. Your hands were shaking to the situation right now. Seong-je was stabbing the girl while strangling her. The blood was on the sheets, you didn't dare to move but then, he stopped. And looked at the door.
He saw you peeking and it was obvious, he smirked. "Hey, come out." He directly meant that it was you. Well shit, he knew. "I said come out or I'll drag you here." His words were sharp, so you slowly opened the door. He smiled at his work, once again, he felt proud. "Like this, huh?" He stared at you for a few seconds before laughing. Then, he stabbed her for the one last time. Dislocating her head. "I don't like doing this, maybe you should do it?" He spoke, you felt scared.
You tried to shake your head to signify a no, but he won't take that as an answer. "No? Okay." He stood up and grabbed your wrists, dragging you to the bed infront of the girl. He pushed you right infront of her, you felt his presence behind. His hands guiding yours to the knife so he could help you stab her. "Seong-je, please.. don't." You begged, you tried your best to but he didn't listen.
"My parents begged like that but your parents didn't spare mercy..it would be fair if I gave the same treatment, right? It would be unfair if I did the opposite." He whispered, laughing a bit then his chin resting on your shoulders. "Go on, do it?" His voice was destroying you so clearly. You didn't want to do it. "Do it." Once again, he warned you. So, you just did.
You were still afraid of him, you stabbed the girl for one time and you were tearing up. He heard you sobbing and he told you to stop. Then, he grabbed your face, making you look at him. "Fucking hell, just look at me you bastard. I'm doing this because of you." You were confused about what he said, but you couldn't process it yourself. "You don't get it, don't you? Right." He sighed as he let go of your face. You dropped the knife as your eyes were getting teary.
You did what he said. You went out of the room but not the house. You just went and sat on the couch and you were sobbing quietly there. "What did I do to deserve this.." you whispered to yourself. The whole night, you cried yourself to sleep. You couldn't stop sobbing at all, you felt stressed and everything.
You woke up the next day, the room being weirdly clean. Like clean as hell, it didn't look like yesterday. You noticed that you were laying on something. Oh, hell. Your head was laying on Seong-je's lap. So you sat up quickly. "What...what the hell!" You yelled at him, he just gave you a sigh and laughed at his actions. "Surprised? You were the one that laid on my lap. Conscious about it?" You were confused, you? Seriously? Laying on his lap? Things were escalating too fast. You couldn't understand why.
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Omg..hey y'all! I'm so sorry this took long but literally my dumbass forgot to save the first version of this and I sadly couldn't save it 💔 Please guys I'm so sorry that this took so long, I lowk felt so sad during making this because I felt so guilty, supposedly this would be released 3 days ago but I lost motivation because I was overthinking all of ts, even so, I'm going to motivate myself to do pt. 3 without forgetting to save my draft. Ty guys for having the patience to keep up with my ahh 😭😭 I'll work hard for pt. 3 <3
𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 [Hong Kyung Love Story] Pt.2 Pt.1 || He's been your best friend since you were children and now you're all grown up and so debilitatingly single; maybe a familiar touch is all you need... Chapter Warning!: SMUT! A/N: *Def inspired by similar movies to Friends w/ Benefits + No Strings Attached + also that fluffer episode in New Girl
Recap: "You swear this won't change anything...?" He asks. "Nope. Best friends now, best friends after," You swear, holding up your right hand. The pen touches the paper and his signature is now on the line next to yours. For a moment, there's silence; the both of you standing at the island in the middle of your kitchen, staring at the homemade contract with your names on it. Then, slowly, you both raise your eyes to look at one another.
Do u see what I see? 👀
Something is obvious 😂
Hii how are youu!! I hope you're doing well,I love your fics!! Btw I was wondering if you could write for my king seongje?🥹 It's totally fine if not!! Maybe with like the trope of reader(or y/n, whichever you prefer) being the top student and him being yk the gangster so it's not exactly expected (and they don't exactly get that well along at first aswell) I'm not sure if you get what I mean😭😭 if you do take this request tysm!! Take all the time and rest you need there's no rush dw💕
Of course!! And thank you so much for enjoying my work. it really means a lot to me! I’ll definitely add it!! Thank you for sending it in and for being so patient! Thanks again for your support! ♡
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Honor Roll & Knuckle Scars ★
pairing: seongje x gn!reader
genre: enemies to lovers, slow burn, opposites attract, high school au, romance, fluff, angst
warnings: gangs, fighting, mild violence, injuries, swearing, and academic pressure
rating: teen (16+)
synopsis: Everyone knows Seongje as one of the Union’s most feared members—a delinquent with bruised knuckles, a dangerous reputation, and a name that makes people think twice before crossing him. Meanwhile, you’re the school’s top student, admired for your perfect grades and bright future. The two of you couldn’t be more different, and getting along was never part of the plan. But when you’re forced into each other’s lives, the line between prejudice and understanding begins to blur, revealing that there’s far more to Seongje than the rumors—and more to you than being the “perfect” student.
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Y/N had always been known as the smartest student in school.
She was never late.
Never failed an exam.
Every assignment was handed in on time, every note neatly organized, every test returned with a score people could only dream of.
It wasn’t unusual for classmates to crowd around her desk before class.
“Y/N, can you explain number five?”
“Can I borrow your notes?”
“How did you get that answer?”
She never minded helping.
In fact, hearing people praise her for being reliable or intelligent made all the sleepless nights feel worth it.
…At least, that’s what she told herself.
The truth was much different.
Behind the perfect grades were endless nights spent studying until sunrise, skipped meals because she “didn’t have time,” and headaches from constantly worrying that one bad grade would ruin everything she’d worked for.
She was exhausted.
But she couldn’t stop.
Not now.
Not when everyone expected perfection.
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“Alright, everyone.”
The teacher clapped their hands together.
“For your final project, you’ll be working in pairs.”
Groans echoed throughout the classroom.
Y/N simply sighed and waited for her name to be called.
“Y/N…”
The teacher glanced down at the list.
“…You’ll be paired with Seongje.”
Silence.
Her smile immediately disappeared.
“…Seriously?”
Across the room, Seongje finally looked up from his phone.
One of the Union’s most notorious members.
Always skipping class.
Always showing up with bruised knuckles.
Never paying attention.
He met her gaze.
Shrugged.
Then went right back to scrolling.
Like he couldn’t care less.
Of course, Y/N thought bitterly.
Just my luck.
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“So…”
Y/N placed the project outline between them after class.
“We should split the work evenly.”
Seongje leaned back in his chair.
“You can decide.”
“…Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
“I can’t do the entire project myself.”
“You probably could.”
He yawned.
“You always pass.”
Y/N stared at him in disbelief.
“That’s not the point.”
“Hm.”
He barely looked at the paper.
“I don’t really care.”
Something inside her snapped.
“Of course you don’t.”
She gathered the papers a little too quickly.
“I should’ve expected that.”
Without another word, she walked away.
Seongje watched her leave.
The frustration in her voice…
The way her shoulders dropped…
It wasn’t what he’d expected.
“…Tch.”
He clicked his tongue before shoving his hands into his pockets and catching up to her.
“Hey.”
She kept walking.
“Honor student.”
Nothing.
“You’ll be fine.”
She still ignored him.
“You always pass.”
“…”
“I said you’ll—”
“I heard you.”
Her voice came out quieter than he expected.
“But do you know how exhausting it is hearing that all the time?”
He blinked.
“…What?”
“You think because I get good grades everything’s easy?”
She finally looked at him.
For once…
She didn’t look angry.
She looked tired.
“I’m tired of people assuming I’ll just handle everything.”
“…”
“I wanted a partner.”
“…Not another responsibility.”
She turned and walked away before he could say anything else.
Seongje stood there in silence.
“…Tch.”
He clicked his tongue again.
“…Why do I kinda feel bad now?”
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By Friday evening, Y/N had officially had enough.
After finishing another mountain of homework, she stretched her aching shoulders and decided she deserved one thing.
A break.
The glow of the gaming café welcomed her the second she stepped inside.
Rows of computers lined the room.
The clicking of keyboards.
People shouting across headsets.
Laughter.
It was noisy.
Comfortably noisy.
After paying for her station, she slipped on a headset and launched her favorite game.
For the first time all week…
She relaxed.
SLAM!
A loud bang echoed from somewhere behind her.
“What are you DOING?!”
“I’m literally carrying you guys!”
“Don’t let me die!”
Curious, Y/N peeked over the row of monitors.
Her eyes landed on a familiar head of dark hair.
Seongje.
He was half-standing from his chair, aggressively clicking his mouse while three other guys laughed beside him.
Then…
His eyes found hers.
“…”
“…”
He blinked.
“…No way.”
He ripped one side of his headset off.
“You idiots, don’t let me die.”
“What?”
“I’m serious.”
Without waiting for an answer, he abandoned the match and walked straight toward her.
A grin spread across his face.
“Well, this is unexpected.”
Y/N raised an eyebrow.
“What?”
“I didn’t think the school’s golden student knew what grass—or video games—looked like.”
She scoffed.
“I could say the same thing about you being in school.”
“Ouch.”
He placed a hand over his chest dramatically.
“That one almost hurt.”
She couldn’t help it.
A tiny smile escaped.
“…So.”
He glanced at her monitor.
“You actually play this?”
“I’ve been playing for years.”
“No kidding.”
He looked genuinely surprised.
“I thought your hobbies were studying and… studying.”
“And?”
“…Maybe color-coding your notes.”
She rolled her eyes.
“I have a life.”
“Huh.”
He laughed.
“I stand corrected.”
He leaned against the desk.
“You know…”
“What?”
“You’re actually kinda fun.”
She looked at him like he’d grown another head.
“…Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
“You’ve spoken to me exactly three times.”
“And?”
“So how would you know?”
His grin widened.
“I’m finding out now.”
For the first time since they’d met…
Their conversation didn’t feel forced.
It felt…
Easy.
“…Wanna play a round together?” Seongje asked, nodding toward the empty setup beside her.
Y/N hesitated.
She really should’ve said no.
She had every reason to.
He was lazy.
Annoying.
Always teasing her.
…And somehow, she found herself smiling.
“Fine.”
“But don’t drag the team down.”
Seongje laughed so hard he nearly doubled over.
“Oh?”
“So the honor student talks trash too?”
“Only when it’s deserved.”
“…”
“Yeah.”
He pulled out the chair beside her with a grin.
—
After that night, things… changed.
Not all at once.
Just little things.
Instead of walking past each other without a word, Seongje would lazily lift a hand in greeting whenever he spotted her in the hallway.
“Morning, honor student.”
Y/N would simply nod.
“…Morning.”
Then, eventually—
“Morning, Seongje.”
He pretended not to notice the difference.
But the small smile tugging at the corner of his lips said otherwise.
—
Their project meetings slowly became less about the project.
He’d ask what game she’d been playing the night before.
She’d complain about impossible assignments.
He’d tease her for studying during lunch.
She’d tease him for barely showing up to class.
Somehow…
They found themselves laughing more than arguing.
—
Y/N also noticed something strange.
Seongje had started showing up to school…
Earlier.
Not early.
Just…
Earlier.
Instead of strolling in halfway through first period, he’d actually be sitting in his seat before the bell rang.
His friends stared at him.
“Dude.”
“What?”
“…Who are you?”
Seongje frowned.
“The hell’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’ve been on time three days in a row.”
“…So?”
“…You’re sick.”
—
He even started pretending to listen during class.
His chin rested in his hand while he stared toward the front of the room.
The teacher almost looked ready to cry from happiness.
Y/N glanced over from across the classroom.
For a split second…
She caught him looking at her instead.
He flashed a lazy grin.
She sighed before turning back to her notes.
“…Idiot.”
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One afternoon, Y/N looked over during history class.
To her surprise…
Seongje actually had a notebook open.
“…”
She blinked.
“…You’re taking notes?”
He looked down at the page.
“…Trying.”
She leaned over slightly.
“…You’ve been writing the date for the last five minutes.”
“…”
“…Shut up.”
A quiet laugh escaped her.
It was the first time he’d heard her laugh at school.
For some reason…
It sounded nicer than he expected.
—
The project slowly came together.
To Y/N’s surprise…
Seongje started helping.
Not because she asked.
Because he wanted to.
He’d bring information she’d mentioned needing.
Stay after class a little longer.
Even text her pictures of research whenever he happened to come across something useful.
It wasn’t perfect.
Sometimes he’d still disappear for a day.
Sometimes he’d forget things.
But…
He was trying.
And Y/N noticed.
“You didn’t have to do all this,” she admitted one afternoon as he handed over another page of notes.
He shrugged.
“You said you wanted a partner.”
“…”
“So…”
He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.
“I’m trying to be one.”
For a moment…
She forgot every rumor she’d ever heard about him.
Instead of seeing one of the Union’s feared members…
She just saw Seongje.
And somehow…
She liked that version of him a lot more than she’d expected.
—
The change didn’t go unnoticed.
Not by the teachers.
Not by the students.
And definitely not by the rumors spreading around school.
“…Are they… friends?”
“No way.”
“I literally saw Seongje waiting outside her classroom.”
“I thought they hated each other?”
“So did I…”
Even the teachers found themselves staring every now and then.
One afternoon, Y/N and Seongje were bickering while walking into class.
“You copied my answer.”
“I improved your answer.”
“You changed one word.”
“It was a better word.”
Their teacher blinked.
“…Did I walk into the wrong classroom?”
The entire room laughed.
Well…
Almost everyone.
They were too busy arguing to notice.
—
The thing everyone found the strangest…
Was how normal Y/N acted around him.
Everyone else avoided Seongje.
If he walked down the hallway, people instinctively stepped aside.
No one wanted to get on the bad side of someone from the Union.
Just making eye contact with him for too long made most students nervous.
Y/N, however…
“…Move.”
Seongje looked over.
“No.”
“You’re sitting on my notebook.”
“So?”
“So move.”
“Nah.”
She reached over and shoved his shoulder.
He barely budged.
“…You’re annoying.”
“And yet you keep talking to me.”
“…”
“…Idiot.”
He laughed.
The class watched in complete disbelief.
She…
She just called Seongje an idiot.
And somehow…
He found it funny.
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Y/N had always been someone people respected.
She was the student everyone relied on.
But there was one unspoken rule in the classroom.
When Y/N was studying…
You left her alone.
No unnecessary questions.
No loud conversations near her desk.
Everyone knew how focused she became.
Everyone except Seongje.
He’d casually lean over her shoulder while she was reviewing notes.
“What’re you doing?”
“Studying.”
“…Looks boring.”
“It is.”
He’d tap the end of her pencil.
Poke her notebook.
Slide one of her pens across the desk just to watch her sigh.
“Seongje.”
“Hm?”
“I’m studying.”
“I can see that.”
“…”
“…Can you not?”
“No.”
She pinched the bridge of her nose.
“…You’re impossible.”
“I’ve been told.”
The classmates exchanged glances.
No one else would’ve dared interrupt Y/N while she studied.
Only Seongje.
And somehow…
She never actually got mad enough to make him leave.
—
Walking home became routine.
Well…
Until Seongje developed a habit.
Y/N would be talking about an upcoming exam or another assignment.
Without warning…
She’d feel her backpack tug backward.
“What the—”
She turned to find Seongje holding onto one of the straps.
“What are you doing?”
He shrugged.
“Couldn’t hear you.”
She stared at him.
“…We’re literally walking next to each other.”
“Hm.”
“So that’s a lie.”
“…Maybe.”
He let go once she’d unconsciously drifted closer to his side.
Truthfully…
He’d heard every word she said.
He just preferred her walking closer.
He never liked the way some of the guys around school looked at her.
Lingering glances.
Whispers.
Smirks.
It irritated him more than he’d ever admit.
So if pulling her bag closer meant everyone knew she wasn’t walking alone…
He’d do it every time.
—
Eventually people stopped looking at Y/N the same way.
Not because she’d changed.
But because of who was always standing beside her.
The boys who used to try flirting with her thought twice.
The students who liked dumping work onto her suddenly became much more polite.
Even the loudest troublemakers lowered their voices whenever she walked by.
Not out of fear of Y/N.
But out of respect.
Because everyone knew one thing if you messed with the school’s top student
You’d have to answer to Seongje.
And nobody was stupid enough to test that rumor.
This masterpiece turns one today!
yooo..I've been thinking about gotak's knee lately..can you make a fic where the reader is rich and she pays for gotak's knee and all the other expenses and she only tells that to humin because she doesn't want credit and humin covers up by saying it's an anonymous donation by gotak's mother gets suspicious and finds out it was her....and make sure the reader has no love interest...especially not gotak
A Debt That Couldn’t Be Repaid
Fandom: Weak Hero
Pairing: Gotak × Reader
Genre: Drama, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Slice of Life
Rating: Teen (16+)
Warnings: Serious knee injury, hospital scenes, financial struggles, emotional conflict, family conflict, mentions of violence.
Synopsis: After Baek Jin leaves Gotak with a devastating knee injury, the reader secretly pays for his surgery and every medical expense, asking for nothing in return. But when Gotak’s mother discovers the truth, gratitude quickly turns into resentment, forcing the reader to fight for a place in the life of the boy she quietly loves.
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The automatic hospital doors slid open with a soft hiss as you stepped inside, the familiar scent of disinfectant filling your lungs.
You had grown used to it.
The nurses knew your face.
The receptionists greeted you with quiet smiles.
Every bill that arrived at the front desk had your name attached to it before it ever reached Gotak’s family.
The surgery.
The anesthesia.
The overnight stay.
The medication.
The physical therapy sessions scheduled months in advance.
Even the custom knee brace.
When the total had finally appeared on the screen, you hadn’t even blinked.
“Would you like to pay today, Miss Y/N?”
“Yes.”
“In full?”
You slid your black card across the counter.
“In full.”
The machine approved the payment almost instantly.
Thousands upon thousands of dollars.
Money that could’ve bought another luxury car.
Money that meant nothing to you if it meant Gotak wouldn’t spend the rest of his life limping in pain.
The receptionist smiled politely.
“Would you like your name listed as the payer?”
You shook your head immediately.
“No.”
She paused.
“We’ll mark it as anonymous then.”
You smiled.
“Please.”
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Only Humin knew.
He leaned against the hallway wall, arms crossed.
“You know…” he muttered.
“If he ever finds out, he’ll lose his mind.”
“I know.”
“He’ll probably spend the next twenty years trying to pay you back.”
“I know.”
“So why do it?”
You looked through the small glass window into Gotak’s room.
He was asleep.
His mother sat beside him, holding his hand.
“I don’t want him worrying about money while he’s trying to learn how to walk again.”
Humin followed your gaze.
“You really love him.”
You laughed softly.
“…Yeah.”
“So don’t tell him.”
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Weeks passed.
The surgery had been successful.
But recovery…
Recovery was brutal.
Every physical therapy appointment ended the same.
Gotak gritted his teeth.
Sweat soaked through his shirt.
His hands trembled from forcing himself to bend a knee that screamed every single time it moved.
Sometimes he got angry enough to slam his fist into the therapy bed.
Sometimes he just sat there quietly.
The therapists praised his determination.
They had no idea he spent every night wondering how much debt his mother was falling into because of him.
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His mother wondered the same thing.
One rainy afternoon, she finally gathered enough courage to ask the hospital’s billing office.
“I…”
She clutched her purse tightly.
“I just want to thank whoever helped us.”
“The doctors said… everything was paid.”
The employee hesitated.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. We usually don’t disclose donor information.”
She bowed.
“Please.”
“My son only has me.”
“I just… I want to know whose kindness saved his future.”
The employee sighed quietly before turning the monitor toward her.
One name.
Y/N.
Her entire body went still.
“…No…”
Not the girl who constantly visited.
Not the girl who brought homemade lunches.
Not the girl whose eyes always searched for Gotak before anyone else.
“No…”
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She waited three days before speaking to you.
You had just left the florist after buying fresh flowers for Gotak’s next therapy session.
“Y/N.”
You turned around immediately.
“Mrs. Go?”
She looked exhausted.
Older.
Like the last few months had aged her years.
“Can we talk?”
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The nearby park was nearly empty.
Rain clouds covered the sky.
Neither of you sat.
“You paid.”
You froze.
“…”
“The surgery.”
“The hospital.”
“The rehabilitation.”
“The medication.”
“…Everything.”
You lowered your eyes.
“I wasn’t going to tell him.”
“I know.”
Silence stretched between you.
Finally…
She asked the question she’d been avoiding.
“Why?”
You swallowed.
“…Because I love him.”
The words came out quietly.
Almost embarrassed.
“I’ve loved him for a long time.”
“I couldn’t watch him lose the chance to walk.”
“I had the money.”
“So I paid.”
There was no expectation.
No demand.
No condition.
Just honesty.
Mrs. Go closed her eyes.
For several seconds…
She said nothing.
Then…
She bowed.
A full bow.
“So thank you.”
Your eyes widened.
“Please don’t—”
“You saved my son.”
“My family can never repay you.”
Her shoulders trembled.
“I’ll remember this kindness until the day I die.”
Tears formed in your eyes.
“…You don’t owe me anything.”
“I know.”
She slowly stood again.
“But I have one more thing to ask.”
You smiled faintly.
“Anything.”
You expected her to ask you to keep it secret.
Instead…
“…Please stop seeing Gotak.”
Your smile disappeared.
“…What?”
“I know you love him.”
“I’ve known for a while.”
“But…”
Her fingers tightened around her purse.
“…He’s been spending time with another girl.”
You stared blankly.
“I’ve seen them together.”
“He laughs around her.”
“She makes him comfortable.”
“She’s pretty.”
“She’s sweet.”
“And…”
Her voice cracked.
“I think she’s the kind of girl he deserves.”
Every word felt like another knife.
“I don’t want my son choosing you because he feels indebted.”
“I don’t want guilt to become love.”
“So…”
She looked directly into your eyes.
“If you truly want him to be happy…”
“…Please let him go.”
⸻
That night…
You cried until sunrise.
Not because she hated you.
Not because she rejected you.
But because she thanked you first.
Then asked you to disappear.
How could you refuse a mother who had just watched her son nearly lose his future?
⸻
The next morning…
You deleted Gotak’s contact.
You muted every group chat.
You stopped waiting outside his therapy sessions.
You stopped bringing homemade lunches.
You stopped asking Humin how he was recovering.
You vanished.
⸻
At first…
Gotak thought you were busy.
Then he thought you were sick.
By the second week…
He couldn’t ignore it anymore.
“Humin.”
“Hm?”
“Where’s Y/N?”
“I don’t know.”
“You do.”
“I don’t.”
“She hasn’t answered my texts.”
Humin looked away.
“Maybe she needs space.”
“For what?”
No answer.
⸻
Three weeks later…
He finally saw you leaving school.
Your headphones were in.
Your backpack hung from one shoulder.
You looked thinner.
Tired.
Like you hadn’t slept properly in days.
“Y/N!”
You heard him.
You kept walking.
He frowned.
“Hey!”
Still nothing.
Ignoring the ache in his recovering knee, he hurried after you.
“Wait.”
His breathing became uneven from moving too fast.
Finally…
He caught your wrist.
You stopped.
But you didn’t turn around.
“…Look at me.”
Slowly…
You did.
The smile you gave him looked painfully fake.
“…Hi.”
His chest tightened.
“You’ve been avoiding me.”
“I’ve been busy.”
“No.”
“You won’t answer my messages.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You won’t visit.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You won’t even look at me anymore.”
Silence.
His voice softened.
“…Did I do something wrong?”
You shook your head.
“No.”
“Then tell me what’s going on.”
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
“…Because I promised.”
His eyebrows knitted together.
“Promised who?”
You immediately realized your mistake.
“…No one.”
“Y/N.”
His voice cracked.
“We used to talk every day.”
“You were there after my surgery.”
“Then one day…”
“You just disappeared.”
“What happened?”
Your eyes burned.
Nothing hurt more than hearing the confusion in his voice.
You wanted to tell him.
That every hospital bill had your signature.
That every physical therapy appointment existed because of you.
That his mother had begged you to leave.
That loving him meant walking away.
Instead…
You forced yourself to take one step back.
“…I think…”
You swallowed the lump in your throat.
“…I was getting too attached.”
His expression fell.
“What?”
“I don’t think we should keep talking.”
“…Why?”
“Because it’s better this way.”
“For who?”
You couldn’t answer.
You simply bowed your head.
“…Take care of your knee.”
Then you walked away.
You never looked back.
Gotak stood there for a long time.
Long after you disappeared into the crowd.
His knee had finally begun healing.
But there was a different pain now—
One no surgeon could fix.
And miles away…
You finally allowed yourself to cry again.
Some debts could be repaid with money.
Love…
Was never one of them.