A/N ~ haven’t written smut in a while so I hope these are good! Joker’s is separate because I’m too lazy to write it 🏧. I’ll write it later!
Hyuk ~
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You had just raced against your rival’s team, almost winning until the very last second Hyuk the man you can’t stand jumped from a rooftop landing his bike in front of yours. You race it out to the finish line but he takes the win. “Shit” you say under your breath taking your helmet off. Now your team will be disqualified in league of street after losing to Sabbath after you’ve all worked so hard. Hyuk takes his helmet off walking towards you but you take your bike and push past him.
You didn’t feel like dealing with his smart mouth but he found a way to deal with yours. While the next race with Monster and Ghost crew had started Hyuk had you behind the bathroom building on all fours. One minute you were arguing with your rival and the next he had his cock down your throat you never thought he’d be bold enough to want to do it in public. As you’re sucking him off you recall how he got you on your knees for him in public.
After you had pushed past him heading to change out of your sweaty uniform he had followed you trying to get a reaction out of you. Since you and become rivals he loves to follow you around and get you worked up you can’t stand it. “Losing another race to me again” you hear him say from behind you. “Fuck off” you spat out angrily walking faster to hopefully lose him. He only walks faster behind you. Finally making it near the bathrooms to change you’re suddenly being pulled behind the building.
“Hey let go where are you taking me” you ask him while you both finally arrive at the back of the building. He grabs you by your chin pulling you face to face with him while rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip. “You can drop the act, we both know how much you like my cock” he coos with a smile on his face. Your jaw is dropped “not in public” you say shyly pushing his hands off you. “Why are you so shy all of a sudden?” He asks. “You weren’t that shy when you were screaming my name last night” he adds.
You slap him on the shoulder and he only laughs at your reaction. “Hyuk, what if someone hears you or sees us?!” You say worriedly. He takes a step closer to you cupping your face in his hands “relax babe, they’re all occupied with the race, they won’t notice I promise” he says while rubbing your cheeks gently with his thumb. “Ok but if we get caught it’s all your fault” you say. “I’ll gladly take the blame” he replied. He leans down whispering in your ear while taking a strand of your hair and playing with it. “You know you looked so hot while racing, do you have any idea what you did to me?” He asks.
Your heart is racing in your chest he always finds a way to leave you speechless wheter you’re racing or fucking. “Got nothing to say? Then I want to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.” He says while helping you to your knees in front of him. You help him out of his pants pulling his underwear loose letting them fall to the ground meeting his discarded pants. He wasn’t kidding he was definitely hard and precum was leaking from his tip. You make eye contact with him and lick the tip of his cock tasting his precum.
His breath hitched as he watched you licking his precum. When you lock the underside of his tip his hand reaches for your hair wrapping it around getting a good grip. “Open your mouth for me, baby.” He says. You do as you're told, opening your mouth wide, sticking your tongue out for him. He thrusts into your mouth slowly rolling his hips trying to find a perfect rhythm to ride out his high. The sudden fullness in your throat has your eyes watering.
You brace yourself holding his thighs. He throws his head back against the brick wall behind him groaning as he thrusts in and out of your mouth. The low moans that leave his mouth turn you on your panties were so soaked they were sticking uncomfortably to your skin. You let out a low moan and feel his cock pulsating against your tongue letting you know he’s close. His thrusts slow down a bit and he pulls himself almost completely out of your mouth stopping at the tip to fully thrust back in.
The action makes you gag, earring a small chuckle from him. You can see his abs twitching and the sweat dripping down his toned stomach. His climax ripples through him like a shockwave flowing into your mouth. Gasping “You can take it, swallow every last drop” he says in between breaths. You swallow and hum while tasting him, pulling out your mouth with a semi loud pop. He helps you to your feet but your legs are a little shaky so you brace yourself on his shoulder. “See told you we wouldn’t get caught” he says while you roll your eyes. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you next” he says pulling you into a kiss.
Wooin ~
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You're waiting with your brother's perverted best friend whom you don’t get along with. You cross your hands over your chest and sigh loudly wanting him to hear you. “Why did I have to wait with you?!” You say out loud. “Joker told me to keep you safe while he takes care of business” he says with a grin. You turn to face him looking into his yellow tinted glasses “thanks but I don’t need your protection and I wasn’t talking to you” you say while looking at him as if you hate him.
Truthfully you do hate him you hate how attractive he is and he knows it too. You hate that he’s your brothers friend and that you’d do anything for him to fuck you right now. Out of respect for yourself and your brother you’ve never made a move. He’s known as being a playboy and you don’t want to get your heartbroken over good sex. “That look in your eye when you’re pissed off turns me on” he says while sticking his split tongue out catching you off guard.
You sighed out of frustration not being able to take how sexually frustrated you were. “Wooin” you call his name while walking over to him deciding to test the waters. “Yes?!” He asks. “Would you fuck me right now?” You ask him. He chokes out a laugh and his eyes grow wide at the question you just asked him. “You didn’t just ask me to fuck you with that innocent look on your face” he replies. You gently take hold of his arm, batting your eyelashes up at him.
“Please I need you” you say hoping to convince him. He didn’t need convincing he’s been wanting you all to himself since Joker introduced you two. “I’m sorry love as much as I’d love to we don’t have time” he says making you frown. “I think we have enough time for you to suck me off” he says immediately your sad expression is replaced with a smile. He laughs at your reaction “get on your knees” he says while fumbling with his belt you can see the huge tent in his pants making your mouth water.
You giggle at him struggling he swears he could’ve cum right then and there he finds everything about you attractive. You help him undo his belt by pulling his jeans down. He takes his cock out of his underwear, pumping it a few times. “Open your mouth” he says you follow his order, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out while looking up at him. “Fuck” he whispers whike slowly thrusting in. You begin bobbing your head up and down on his length trying to take all of him.
“Slowly, baby, I’m not going anywhere.” He says letting out a small chuckle at how eager you are to take him. You continue sucking on him, hollowing your cheeks. His jaw falls slack open letting out a soft moan. You clench around nothing when you hear it. You moan around his cock “Oh, baby, you’re drooling everywhere.” He says, smearing your drool into your chin with his thumb.
Wooin’s phone vibrates in his jacket pocket and he answers the call. “What’s up?” He says. “Yeah I’m with her she’s ok” he adds while you continue bobbing your head on his length. “You’ll meet up with us in about five minutes?! Ok she says she can’t wait to see you” Wooin says while winking at you. “Alright bye~” he says while hanging up on your brother. The thrill of getting caught had Wooin coming instantly. You swallow every last drop of his slightly sweet tasting cuk without even being told to.
You continue sucking on him even after you swallowed all his cum. “Shit you really love drinking my cum, don’t you?” He says. He pulls out with a loud pop fixing his jeans and underwear in a hurry while helping you to your feet. You feel dizzy, your mind is filled with nothing but filthy thoughts wanting nothing other than for him to bend you over and take you right here and right now you don’t even care if your brother would see.
You pull him into a quick kiss swirling your tongue intertwining it with his split one upon hearing the approaching footsteps. You pull away and take a few steps back from him while wiping your face. Thankfully your brother didn’t see the kiss you just shared with his best friend. “Thank you for keeping her safe while I was busy,” Joker says. “She kept me in great company” Wooin replies, making you roll your eyes. “Hajun would kill him if he found out” you thought to yourself.Hajun ignores Wooin comment walking ahead of you two and Wooin whispers telling you he’ll sneak in your room to give you a second round.
Summary: He didn't mean to scroll so far, nor was he trynna like your post from 2 years ago.
Tags: Fluff, Getting back together, Wooin just being a simp lowkey and Hyuk and Joker being an ass about it
n/a: im kinda out of it rn lmaoaoaoa i cant proof read it anymore its 3 am but i read it 4 times and seems good enough...just a lil too long lmaoaoaoa but yeah i just wanted something sweet but awkward w wooin❤️😌
It started with something dumb.
Like, real dumb.
The kind of dumb that’s just supposed to be his usual post-race wind-down—kick off the shoes, scroll through Instagram, look up that fine chick he saw from LOS the day after their first race.
Yumi Lee—not exactly a state secret. Her @ was right there in the crew’s tagged posts, and hey, not his fault the Tarantula girls had a roster worth a good five minutes of his attention.
Enough for him to jump from one profile to another, clicking whatever account was tagged in a photo he deemed hot enough to catch his eye.
Five minutes turned into twenty. Twenty turned into how the hell did I end up here?
Because somewhere between “just looking” and “I swear I’m not creeping,” he clicked too far. Dug too deep. Swiped himself straight out of Yumi’s world and face-first into yours.
Your profile.
The same one he remembers blocking three years ago—back when his pride was bigger than his sense of direction and the breakup was still fresh enough to feel like chewing glass.
He hadn’t thought about that in a while.
Or, well—he told himself he hadn’t.
Now? He’s scrolling your feed like it’s his morning newspaper. Clicking through your highlighted stories like he’s an archaeologist uncovering relics from a life he used to live.
Latest post? Cute. Oldest post? Ouch. He’s not even sure when he started smiling at stupid little things in the captions—inside jokes that aren’t his anymore.
And then—because his life is a sitcom with no laugh track—Hyuk happened.
One second, Wooin’s sitting at the dining table, hunched over his phone like a gremlin. Next thing he knows, Hyuk’s leaning over his shoulder, peering down without a single ounce of personal-boundary awareness.
And then—tap.
Double tap.
A bright, cheery little heart blooms right on your smile in a picture from two years ago.
The sound Wooin made was somewhere between a choke and a gasp.
“What the—?! HYUK!”
Hyuk just blinks, shrugs, and takes a bite of his banana like he didn’t just ruin Wooin’s social life in under three seconds.
Meanwhile, Wooin’s staring at his screen like it’s a live grenade, watching that stupid heart sit there, broadcasting his relapse to the world.
He jabs at the screen, unliking it in a panic.
“She’s gonna see that! You know Instagram tells you instantly, right?!”
Hyuk swallows his bite. “Then she already saw it.”
“That’s not—shut up!” Wooin’s fingers are flying now, opening your profile, closing it, reopening it like that’ll somehow erase the notification from your end.
He’s mid-scroll when Hyuk leans over again, smirking. “Oh, this one’s nice,” he says, tapping another post before anyone can stop him.
Another heart blooms.
“FUCKER, I WILL—” Wooin practically tackles the phone out of his hand, nearly spilling the rest of Hyuk’s stupid banana onto the table.
“Are you trying to make me look like a desperate stalker?!”
Hyuk snorts, leaning back in his chair. “You’re already scrolling two years deep. The damage was done before I got here.”
“That’s different!” Wooin hisses, already unliking the second post with trembling fingers. “Scrolling in silence is stealth. This is a fucking crime scene now.”
He sets the phone down like it’s contaminated, rubbing his face. “She’s gonna think I’m crawling back.”
Hyuk raises an eyebrow. “Aren’t you?”
Wooin opens his mouth, closes it, glares at him instead. “…That’s not the point, but I'm not.”
Two days passed.
Two whole, dragging, quiet days.
No notification from you.
No snide message calling him a creep.
No passive-aggressive post about “certain people” lurking.
Not even a single sign you’d noticed Hyuk liking those buried photos from years ago.
Wooin should’ve been relieved.
Hell, he should’ve been celebrating—no drama, no embarrassment, no reason for you to block him, and salt the earth behind you.
But no.
Instead, he was exactly where he’d been that night—slouched over the dining table, hood pulled low over his head, a lollipop cracking between his teeth from how hard he was biting down on it.
Fuck.
Why weren’t you reacting?
Wasn’t that enough to piss you off at least a little? To make you text him something, just so he’d know you still had it in you? Or had you forgotten him completely? Did Hyuk’s little stunt just get buried under a pile of other notifications—other people, other lives, all of them pulling you further from where he still was?
The thought made his head throb.
He dragged his hand down his face, trying to shake it off, when a familiar, smug voice cut through the low hum of his place.
“Oh? Back at it again?”
This time, when Hyuk leaned in over his shoulder, Wooin was quick—phone flipped closer to his chest, chin dipping under his hood like an animal guarding a kill. His scowl was sharp enough to cut, but Hyuk didn’t even blink.
Joker stood just behind him, blank as ever, while the fuckass wore that infuriating look of someone ready to keep poking until something broke again.
“Fuck off, asshat,” Wooin groaned, raking his fingers through his hair like it might clear his head. “I’m gonna hit you for real this time.”
“With what? Your whining?” Hyuk’s voice came flat as a brick wall, unbothered, as he reached over Wooin’s counter to pluck another banana without so much as looking at him.
He peeled it with the same slow, deliberate motion of someone who knew they were about to piss you off and was savoring every second.
“Still stalking your lil girlfriend?” he deadpanned around the first bite.
Wooin barely turned his head, shoving at Hyuk’s shoulder with a lazy flick that carried more irritation than force.
“Ex—I said fuck off,” he groaned, dragging a palm down his face. “You’re so fucking invested in this, you psycho.”
“He didn’t deny the stalking, great.” Joker deadpanned.
“Of course I am.” Hyuk didn’t even blink. He leaned his hip against the counter like he owned the place, banana halfway gone already. “The only time you were calm was when you were dating her.”
From where he shifted, Joker’s voice cut in again, flat as ever. “He can be calm?”
Wooin shot him a glare sharp enough to cut glass, but Joker didn’t even flinch—just shoved his hands deeper into his jacket pockets, looking bored in that way only Joker could.
“Yeah,” Hyuk went on, chewing noisily for effect, “and his face wasn’t full of holes yet.” His gaze flicked to the piercings on Wooin’s lip and brow, the faint glint of metal catching the low light.
“Back then you looked like some harmless golden retriever. Now?” He gestured vaguely with the banana, like he was pointing out a crime scene. “Now you just look like you’re trying to scare off feelings.”
“Or people,” Joker added, and though his tone was even, there was something about it that made the air tighten for a beat.
Wooin bit down on his lollipop hard enough to hear the crack, trying not to let the sting of their words show.
“Wow, this must be really stressing you out,” Hyuk’s voice cut through the silence like nails down a chalkboard, just as Wooin’s jaw tensed around his lollipop.
Wooin didn’t even look up, just muttered, “Shut up,” under his breath.
“Want me to lend you hands?” Hyuk said casually.
“You mean lend a hand,” Joker corrected without missing a beat from where he leaned on the counter, eyes half-lidded in that deadpan way he always spoke.
But Hyuk just shook his head, hooking a banana between his teeth as his free hand shot out—smooth as if he’d done this a hundred times—snatching Wooin’s phone right from his grip.
“No,” he said around the fruit, his voice muffled, “I meant hands.”
“Oi—what the fuck—!” Wooin nearly knocked his chair back as he lunged, but Hyuk was already spinning away like it was a game.
“Hold him for a sec, Joker. I’ll pay you later,” Hyuk called over his shoulder, thumbs flying across the screen without an ounce of shame.
Joker didn’t even hesitate.
One second Wooin was on his feet, the next his arms were wrenched back and his hoodie collar was half choking him.
“That’s a million won, you freak,” Joker said flatly, like this was just another business.
“AHH FUCK—STOP IT!” Wooin kicked back, trying to shake Joker off, but the man had a grip like steel.
Hyuk was grinning now, tapping away with infuriating calm. “Relax. I’m just doing what you’re too chicken to do.”
“I swear to God—Hyuk, I’ll kill you!” Wooin thrashed again, his hair falling into his eyes.
“Then kill me later,” Hyuk replied, still typing. “She’s gonna think this is cute.”
“CUTE?! I’M GONNA FUCKING—” Wooin jerked forward hard enough to make Joker grunt, almost slipping free—until Joker shifted his weight and reeled him back in.
And then it happened—Hyuk froze for just a second, smirking at whatever he’d just sent. The sound of a notification leaving the phone seemed to echo in Wooin’s ears like a gunshot.
By the time he managed to twist halfway out of Joker’s hold and grab Hyuk by the collar, dragging him in close enough to strangle him on the spot—
—Hyuk was already holding the phone up like a trophy.
“Too late. She’s seen it.”
Wooin’s heart slammed into his throat, his rage short-circuiting into cold panic as he saw your name at the top of the screen, the little “typing…” bubble already appearing.
And just like that, all the fight drained from his knees, Joker’s grip the only thing keeping him upright as the realization hit:
You were typing back.
And if the universe had any sense of mercy, you’d be typing something short.
But knowing his luck? He was about to fucking die.
To be fair, the moment his name lit up your notifications after years of radio silence, your first instinct was to bury your face in a pillow and scream.
It wasn’t like you didn’t know what he’d been up to—you weren’t living under a rock. His social media had been public enough, his posts loud in more ways than one. Photos of races, nights out, friends draped over him, that wild grin plastered across his face—he was living.
And you were happy for him.
Honestly, you were—but you never planned to wedge yourself back into his orbit.
Even if things had ended cleanly—kindly, even—and you’d made peace with being a quiet bystander. Every so often you’d check in from afar, see if he was still cycling, still chasing the things he loved back when you were both younger and tangled up in each other’s days.
That was enough—Or it had been, until now.
Y.WOOIN — 2m ago
“Are you a banana? Because I’m going bananas over you🍌”
A corny pick-up line as his first words after years? Hell yeah.
The laugh hit you so hard you had to bury your face into your pillow again, shoulders shaking as you scrambled to type back something that matched the absurdity.
Your thumbs flew, mashing out a chaotic HAHAHSHSHASHAHSAHSHASHASHASHAHSA before you flopped onto your back, phone still in hand, grinning like an idiot at the ceiling.
And maybe it made you easy.
Or maybe it was just that you were still… too tangled up in the old you-and-him—still holding onto the shape of those memories like they hadn’t already yellowed with time.
Whatever the reason, here you were. Only a day after that ridiculous, awkward little reconnection, sitting across from him in a cramped café near your workplace.
As if the two of you hadn’t been quietly dodging each other’s existence for the past three years. As if three years of silence could be erased with one stupid message and a seat between chipped mugs and the smell of burnt espresso.
“…Bananas, huh…” you started weakly, your voice dipping into that uncertain place between teasing and testing the waters.
The steam from your coffee curled in the air, a small amused grin barely hidden behind the rim of your mug.
Across from you, his reaction was instant. His eyes squeezed shut like you’d just stabbed him with the memory, a groan escaping as his hand came up to cover his face. Even with his palm hiding most of him, you could still catch the faint flush that had bloomed high on his tanned cheeks, creeping up to the tips of his ears.
You snickered, the sound bubbling out without effort.
“Jesus—I told you, it was Hyuk!” he said, voice breaking with mock outrage as he peeked at you through his fingers. “He was the one who sent that after taking my phone.”
“Or so you’ve said,” you hummed into your drink, deliberately letting the skepticism drip from your tone. “If you said so…”
That earned you the kind of look you remembered too well—the one where his brows pinched, like he was torn between annoyance and the urge to smile. He leaned back in his chair, the wood creaking beneath him, and muttered something about “unbelievable” under his breath.
The café wasn’t busy, but it wasn’t quiet either. The hiss of the espresso machine, the clink of cups, the low hum of someone’s playlist—it all wrapped around you like a buffer, a reminder that this wasn’t the same bubble you used to live in with him.
Back then, conversation came so easy. Now, it felt like the two of you were prodding at each other’s edges, testing if you still fit anywhere in each other’s lives.
You lowered your mug, resting your fingers against the warm ceramic. “So… Hyuk’s still around?”
He nodded. “Yeah. We ride together sometimes. He’s still an idiot, though. Some things don’t change.”
You smiled faintly at that. “Guess not.”
For a moment, it was just the sound of you both sipping your drinks. That weird, careful silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable, exactly—just… foreign.
The last time you’d sat across from him, you’d been able to read his mood without thinking, fill in the gaps without asking. Now, it was like you were working from a faded copy of the map.
He was the one who broke the silence next.
“So—you’ve been… good?”
The words were simple enough—small talk, harmless—but the way he said them, low and unhurried, with his eyes flicking to yours only to drop away again, made your stomach tighten in a way you weren’t ready for.
His voice didn’t sound like it used to. Deeper now. Less restless.
“Yeah,” you said after a pause, like you needed to check the word before letting it out. “Busy. Work’s been… you know.”
“Mm.” He nodded slowly, fingers drumming once against the side of his cup. “You back for good?”
“…Yeah. I plan to stay here for work.” You tilted your head toward him. “You?”
His mouth curved—not quite a smile, but close enough. “Still cycling. Still… me, I guess.”
You let out a small laugh, one that felt oddly self-conscious. “Still you.”
He leaned forward a little then, forearms resting on the table. And it wasn’t the gesture that caught you so much as the way he was looking at you—steadily, quietly—like he was searching for the edges of something you hadn’t said yet. That same watchfulness you remembered from before, but sharper now.
“You didn’t have to say yes, you know,” he murmured.
Your brows knit. “To coffee?”
“Yeah.” He shrugged, though the motion felt heavier than it should have. “We could’ve just… left it at that message.”
Your thumb traced the curve of your mug’s handle, more to keep your hands busy than anything.
“Maybe,” you murmured, glancing up at him. “But I wanted to see you.”
Something shifted in his face at that—his eyes softening, just enough to be noticeable. He didn’t answer right away, only gave a single, slow nod, like he was filing the words away somewhere private.
The air between you felt different after that. Looser in one way, tighter in another. You found yourself leaning in too, elbows on the worn wood between you, close enough to catch the faint scent of his cologne. Definitely not the same one he wore in high school.
“I thought you’d hate me,” you admitted before you could stop yourself.
His head tilted slightly. “Why would I hate you?”
You shrugged, gaze dropping to the swirl of coffee in your cup. “Because I left. When you were… when you weren’t at your best.”
“I never hated you,” he said, cutting you off, the firmness in his tone pulling your eyes back to his. “I was the one who told you to go. Who was I to stop you from getting out of here for your own damn future?”
The last part came out like a short, almost disbelieving laugh. But then he went quiet. His gaze slid away, not like before, but in a way that felt hesitant.
“I just thought… you didn’t want me around anymore. Even when you got back from the US.”
Something stuttered in your chest.
You looked at him—really looked at him. The lines in his face were different now. His hair was styled and short instead of messy. His shoulders broader, hidden under his baggy clothes but wide enough for you to notice.
A man.
Not a boy hunched over a desk anymore—not even close.
“I did,” you said softly. “Want you around, I mean.”
He didn’t smile, but the corner of his mouth twitched like he almost wanted to.
“Yeah?” he scoffed lightly, tilting his head, the lenses of his yellow-tinted glasses catching the light.
You looked away before you could stop yourself, warmth crawling up your neck like it had been waiting for the perfect excuse to humiliate you. And it was definitely not because you’d just realized he was… more attractive now.
Absolutely not.
It was just coffee. Or the heating. Or maybe the way the sunlight caught the steam curling up from your cup—anything except the fact that his jaw looked sharper than you remembered, or that his voice had deepened just enough to sit lower in your chest.
From there, the conversation began to soften at the edges, bleeding into safer territory. You traded small updates like they were foreign currency—careful, tentative, but with a surprising amount of value.
Mutual friends. Jobs. The weather. That one teacher who’d mysteriously vanished mid-year
And then—
“Remember that time we got caught sneaking snacks into the library?” you asked, hiding your smile behind the rim of your mug.
He huffed a laugh, leaning back into his chair. “You mean when you nearly choked trying to eat a whole bread roll before she reached us?”
“You’re the one who told me to hide it in my mouth!”
“And you listened,” he said, grinning in that way that made the lines by his eyes crinkle—a detail that, absurdly, felt like proof that time had actually passed.
Each story shaved away a little more of the stiffness, until you could almost pretend the gap hadn’t been years wide. Almost.
Because underneath the easy laughter, there was something else. Something heavier. You could feel it in the pauses, in the way his eyes kept catching yours and holding just a fraction too long.
When your cups were empty, neither of you moved to stand. The afternoon light shifted through the wide cafe window, streaking warm gold across the table. He noticed you looking, and for once, didn’t glance away.
“You’ve changed,” he said, voice quiet enough to almost be lost under the soft clink of dishes behind the counter. It wasn’t unkind—if anything, it sounded… careful.
“So have you,” you returned, equally soft.
His gaze lingered, steady. And you were suddenly aware of the sound of your own heartbeat, like it had chosen this exact moment to move into your throat. There was something unsaid there—something fragile, still wrapped in the same kind of silence that had kept the two of you apart for three years.
But you didn’t get up. And neither did he.
The air between you seemed to thicken, not with tension, but with a strange pull. Like both of you were standing at the lip of a memory, toes curling at the edge, wondering if you should step back or let yourselves fall.
“So…” he began, voice lower and rougher than before, like the word had been sitting on his tongue for a while, “was it really that funny?”
It took you a second to catch on—your mind still lingering in the calmer rhythm you’d both slipped into—but then the corner of your mouth curved when it clicked.
The banana line. Of course.
“Yes,” you said, your voice carrying a little too much certainty.
His eyes darted away with a sharp exhale through his nose, half a scoff, half a laugh. “I swear it wasn’t me.”
“Sure,” you replied. But your tone was softer this time—less pointed, more like you were leaving the door cracked for him to keep going if he wanted.
He took it.
“You know how ridiculous Hyuk is,” he muttered, the words coming with a grumble that didn’t quite match the faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
“Mm,” you hummed knowingly, leaning back against your chair. “Hyuk’s always been the one pushing you around, after all.”
That earned you an exaggerated roll of his eyes, his head tilting just enough that you could catch the tiny twitch of his mouth like he was fighting a grin.
“Pushing me around, huh…” he echoed under his breath, but there was no real bite to it.
“Well, I’m glad you’re still riding together,” you said after a beat, your tone slipping into something gentler. “At least… you weren’t alone.”
The words seemed to settle heavier between you than you expected. His gaze didn’t lift immediately, and when it did, it was only long enough to flick toward you before he raised his mug higher, letting it shield the lower half of his face.
You didn’t push.
Instead, you took a sip from your own cup, watching the way the light through the window cut across his profile this time—the sharpness of his jaw, the glint of piercings on his features that weren’t there before. He looked different, older, but there was still something in his eyes that felt the same, even when they kept avoiding yours.
Somewhere in the middle of reminiscing about a class trip, he shifted, leaning forward just slightly, elbows on the table. His voice softened when he asked more about your time away, his interest not the polite kind you offered to acquaintances but the sort that made you feel like he was tucking every detail away to keep.
You answered, and when he smiled at something you said, it was faint but real. The kind of smile that carried the weight of knowing what you used to sound like when you were truly happy.
When you asked about him, he hesitated. Not long enough for it to feel deliberate—just long enough for you to notice. His stories were lighter, less personal. You didn’t push. But it made you wonder what had filled those three missing years for him, and if he’d ever tell you.
The minutes blurred. Outside, the shadows of passersby stretched long across the sidewalk. A couple nearby got up to leave, the scrape of their chairs loud in the comfortable quiet between you.
“You ever think about…” he started, then stopped, his jaw tightening like the words were caught somewhere between his chest and his mouth.
“About?”
His eyes found yours again.
“Never mind.” He smiled—small, almost sheepish—and it was the kind of smile you’d seen on him years ago, right before he’d dared you to do something stupid.
Your chest tightened.
The truth was, you’d spent years teaching yourself to think of him less. You’d filed away his laugh, his voice, the way he used to look at you when you said something unexpectedly funny. You’d told yourself it was just another chapter, something that didn’t need revisiting.
And yet—here you were.
When the barista cleared your cups, she asked if you wanted another round. Neither of you answered right away. You could feel his gaze even as you glanced down at the menu, pretending to consider it.
“I could,” you said finally.
“Me too,” he replied, but his voice carried something quieter underneath.
Relief, maybe. Or maybe just the smallest thread of hope.
By the time the second round of drinks arrived, the air between you felt different. Not heavier—more like the careful hum before a bridge in a song. You weren’t sure if it was coming from you or him, but it was there, steady and low.
He caught you looking at him again, and this time, he didn’t smile.
Instead, he said, “I missed this.”
Your fingers tightened around the warm ceramic of your cup. There were a dozen ways you could’ve answered—light, teasing, deflecting—but none of them felt right.
“I missed you.” you murmured.
And he seemed to hear it, with how his hand snaked closer to yours—not quite touching, but lingering eough to keep the warmth.
And you both knew then—it’s a start.
If Wooin noticed two shady-looking idiots peeking out from the café’s bathroom hall, trading smug and lazy smirks in his direction, he didn’t let it show.
He just kept his eyes on you.
Joker was as good as dead—but maybe, if he was feeling generous, Hyuk would live long enough to regret it.
Didn’t really know where to put this, but i want to apologize as a fan of wind breaker (manga).
gotta admit, i’m not really familiar with the wind breaker (manhwa) fandom but that’s not an excuse to mock or make fun of y’all because your story got discontinued :( if that happened to us i just know we would be just as devastated.
It truly pains me how some people from my fandom handle this situation, ESPECIALLY considering the moral of the manga, we cannot be doing this: complaining when one of their works gets in between two wb (manga) works or wishing the fandom just disappears from tumblr, like???
y’all understand the manhwa is so much older than the manga, right? technically we came here AFTER them. although it shouldn’t matter the time of which one came out first, pls understand the frustration of having your 10+ year old on-going story cancelled (and i’ve read it was soon coming to an end so they’re getting an abrupt closure now).
I’ve been watching comments under tiktok videos that announce the cancellation of the manhwa and some are just so cruel, (even the other way around about how they ‘wished it was the manga/anime instead’) :( pls let’s all be more kind and empathetic about this situation.
i’m just adding my grain of salt about this. and i’m gonna tag this WRONGLY on PURPOSE btw.
Romance wasn't unfamiliar for you. However, you had different definition of it, compared to people around you.
There's this guy from your college that your friends shipped you with. They told you everything about him, just to make you gain interest in him.
But… You still haven't moved on from your previous relationship. It wasn't the best example of romance—definitely not the type that people would plaster 'green flags' on, nor the type that would be written in the classic books—it was different. In every single way.
Wooin wasn't the typical boyfriend anyone would have. He wasn't the Romeo nor Orpheus. He was cocky, childish, extrovert boy with hint of sadistic personality. His words easily reached people's hearts and he managed to twist their emotions to his liking. But there was something surprising about him. He wasn't doing this, all the manipulation tactics, to gain allies—but just to piss people off.
Yet, he still managed to win your heart back then. Despite knowing how fucked up he was, how he struggled with commitment, all the warnings from your friends—you couldn't help but need him in your life.
College guy, though, is completely different from Wooin. He's respectful, shy, sensible, honest—he always knows what to say to make you feel better, he doesn't fuck around for fun and he doesn't hold back the compliments.
Maybe he was the type of man that was written in romantic books, the type of man that made women blush and kick their feet.
But you couldn't stop trying to find any similarities between him and Wooin. As if you wanted to see him. If you couldn't talk to him in person, you at least wanted to see your ex in someone else. The relationship may have ended a year ago, but your heart still called for that troublesome punk, still beat for him, still ached for him.
You knew it was fucked to don't say anything, to meet up with a new guy when your heart belonged to another. So, that's why you kept your distance from the guy people shipped you with, that's why you rejected his offer to take you on a date.
But it got unbearable.
Every night, you kept scrolling through the pictures and memories you had with Wooin. One—where he took you to his club, bought you drinks and took bunch of pictures with you. Second—when he climbed through your window on your birthday, just because you father didn't let him see you, but he wanted to give you a gift. Third—when one guy kept flirting with you, so Wooin broke his nose and shaved his head, claiming it was just a lesson. Fourth—when you two argued, but despite everything, he still kept running back to your arms, kept kissing your face and mumbling apologies for upsetting you.
Wooin kept getting in all kinds of trouble. He wasn't just a bad boy, he was a criminal. You remember how he barely escaped from the police while dragging you with him, laughing like it was best kind of date he could ever take you on. Or how you had to treat his wounds and bruises often, which caused you to break down one day, but he only sealed both of yours' lips together as in promise that he was alright.
He was horrible. He kept worrying you, scaring you, upsetting you—but he also filled your life with colours that you didn't even know existed before.
Now, without him, your life feels…dull.
So you decided to listen to your friends and go out with a new guy. Maybe, you could finally forget your hot-and-cold ex.
At first, it went well.
That other guy was nicest one you have met so far. He respected your space, communicated his feelings, bought you gifts, never made you wait not even for a second.
Your parents started to love him, your mother even kept telling you to marry him. But how could you explain that you didn't want to? That you wanted to run back into the arms of the man that only knew trouble?
You tried to offer the guy to go to playgrounds and ride bikes together, climb to the roof of high buildings in Korea and make out there—but he refused, politely of course, he was very polite and nice man. But that niceness was what made it all…dull.
He didn't want to try anything fun, he didn't want to try anything risky and he even questioned why you were so adamant to get in trouble.
You couldn't give him an answer.
It's not like you were troublemaker, you just wanted to make up for all the depressing days you've spent hiding away from the world, with him, but since he wasn't here, you wanted to try it someone else.
But it was made out to be weird.
Pranking people together? Oh you're crazy girl, why would you play with someone's feelings? Write something on the streets? Don't you know that's vandalism?
You didn't want to be reminded how morally wrong these things were. You just wanted, wished, for old things from old days again.
You were tired of putting on the fake smiles to please that guy, because you felt bad for him, tired of making excuses, tired of pretending you moved on or healed.
You missed it.
You missed his touch, his lips on your body. Missed he way he'd try and try to cook something with you but fail miserably, so you'd have to order a take out, missed the way he'd gift you most random and stupid things at most random times, missed the way he'd judge people with you, or the way he'd prank people with you.
You missed his scent, his luxurious perfume and his hoodies that made you feel at home. You missed the way he'd show you off, and break the bones of whoever dared to approach. Missed the way he'd actually try to get romantic with you, they way he'd make you blush, the way he always listened to you.
You missed his stupid grin that always got you two in trouble, his stupid ideas that would get you two handcuffed. You missed how he would come over at yoir place for no reason, just to be with you—hug you, kiss you, grope you. How he'd play games with you or watch some stupid romance movies with you.
You missed it all. And you couldn't ever heal from the loss of them all.
OMG JOKER GOT BIGGERRRR AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HE LOOKS SO FINE 🔥🔥🔥
Finally we got to see him shirtless😫❤️love his tattoos❤️NOW WHEN IS GONNA BE WOOIN TURN PLZ IS NOT A WANT IS A NEEEED. 🧎🏽♀️🧎🏽♀️🧎🏽♀️
......I got to say Chris kinda looks like Chucky in this panel 😂😂😂💀💀💀
Also spoiler free but the chapters that are coming out are getting GOOOD ✨✨✨✨can't wait for next week to see wat happens. I ain't gonna lie hope Sabbath crew wins 🎉🎉🎉✨✨✨👀
