vivi :p

ᯓ She / Her ˎˊ˗ “𝑪𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆?”

[viarrahx]

𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑳𝑬𝑫 𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑺 | Geom Seongje

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You get into a fight, and Seong-je is left to patch up your bruises when normally the roles are reversed.

ᯓ fluff I wc : 2.0k I established relationship

ᯓ➤ swearing, mild violence

Not proofreading because im really lazy so apologies for any repetitive wording, grammar mistakes, etc.

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Shoes hitting the ground firmly and preciously, you walked down the street, a few feet away from your house.

The atmosphere was cloudy and gloomy. It was a clear indication that it was going to start pouring soon along with the sound of roaring thunder and small purplish streaks of lighting can be seen within the fluffy clouds.

As much as you enjoyed the rain, now was the worst time of the day for it. You felt anger coursing through your veins still.

Every little thing seemed to boil your frustration even more, indulging into the fact that you got into a very unpleasant fight on your way home from girls who envied you.

You couldn’t bother less to understand or know why.

So, after a very unnecessary fight, you continued your way to your house with messy and tangled hair, bruised knuckles, and wrinkled clothing.

Not only did you look like a mess, you also felt like a mess. Admittedly, you wanted to cry. Like a soda bottle that’s being violently shaken up and due to the amount of pressure the inside is holding, it blows up the lid and all of the liquid pours out like a waterfall uncontrollably.

Life was stressful, and the stupid fight that you were forced into did not help, in fact, it made things worse for you. All it gave you was a sore body, bruised knuckles, and anger that had nowhere to go.

You continued walking, your hands slapping your face in irritation at the reoccurring memories, you wiped your tears rather aggressively and took a deep breath, not bothering to acknowledge the slight heat that was forming onto your cheeks and forehead from the pressure of your hands.

Finally reaching your home, you opened the door and entered. You sighed, letting the air hit your lungs while kicking your shoes off and throwing your backpack carelessly against the wall.

Both of your parents were at work, so it was just you in the home.

Which is what you thought.

When you finally got inside, your face twisted into confusion within the sight that beholded in front of you.

In the living room of your home was your boyfriend, Geum Seong-je.

He sat on the soft cushions of your sofa, the sound of cartoony voices with sound effects coming from the video game on his phone that was in his grip. When he saw you come through the door and saw the state you were in, he was a bit taken back to say the least. Not because you were hurt, but because you looked like you got jumped by wild animals.

So of course, he laughed.

“You look like shit,” He snickered, making fun of you.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

“I wanted to stop by, see how you were doing.” He told you, turning his head away from you and onto his phone.

The front of the sofa was facing away from you, so Seong-je’s back was toward you.

You grumbled before you made your way towards the bathroom. The thought of what happened earlier flashed through your mind and you can feel your body tensing up. Normally you would’ve told him to shut up humorously, but considering the events of today, you couldn’t care less.

“What happened?” Seong-je asked you before he himself got up, following you into the bathroom.

You smack your lip, “Got into some stupid fight.” You quickly told him, not wanting to think about it much longer.

He hummed amusingly.

Once the both of you were in the bathroom, you reached over to open up the cabinet before Seong-je grabbed your wrist. “Let me,” he said, placing your arm back to your side.

“Suit yourself.”

Obediently, you sat on top of the toilet lid, hands resting on your lap with the sight of knuckles bruised with a red that was slowly fading into a dull purple tone, along with crusted dried blood sitting on top. Not only that, a small cut also ran across your cheek.

As you wait patiently for Seong-je, you can feel your entire body aching sorely. Brushing aside the uncomfortable pain, you sat silently, listening to the sound of plastic bottles and products being shuffled around the inside of your cabinets by your boyfriend.

“Thought you hated fighting?” Seong-je questioned you as he searched for a bandage wrap tape, holding a cloth–wrapped bag.

“Dont.” You started sharply.

Your boyfriend laughed at your half-assed threat.

Your leg started bouncing up a bit at the reoccurring memories of earlier, and you could feel your eyes slowly burning up and throat tightening.

The feeling of your eyes slowly pricking up with water snapped you back into reality. Jaw tightening as you got lost in your thoughts. You were angry. So why were you getting teary-eyed?

One thing you disliked about yourself was how you cried when you felt any sort of outrage. It could be mistaken as weakness and you despised that. You weren’t weak, crying doesn’t mean you’re weak or sad.

Right?

Suddenly, you felt a soft tap on your shoulder. Looking over, you spot the cloth that was wrapped around the pack of ice being held out for you. Your boyfriend's gaze was still on the cabinet, not bothering to look at you considering he wanted to get this over with.

“Take it.” He commanded.

Reaching out to grab it, your fingertips immediately feel the cold, freezing sensation of the ice cubes. Once the bag was in your hands, you placed it on top of your knuckles, shivering at the frosty feeling that was now touching your skin.

“Not so much of an angel anymore, huh?” He clicked his tongue before shutting the cabinet. A bandage tape was held in the palm of his hand whilst he turned his body to face you. He took a brief second to scan his eyes over you and your knuckles before scoffing at you.

You didn’t say a word, not building up the courage to. Your emotions were still brewing up inside you, and a single slip up could have them spilling everywhere, so you weren’t willing to take the risk.

“Stand up.” He told you.

Obliging, you slowly push yourself off the toilet lid, and immediately your legs enveloped in a sore ache. Your eyes remained glued onto the floor, not wanting to look up in fear of bursting into tears.

Seong-je’s index finger went underneath your chin and turned your head up, making you look at him. You both stared at each other, his eyes having something unreadable swimming within them.

You knew he could see how upset you were. The way your eyes locked onto his and how glossy and vulnerable they looked.

He shook his head in a mocking disapproval way, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek before pulling the cloth with the ice bag away from your bruises and started wrapping them in bandages.

“Don’t get into any more fights.” He spoke out softly, making sure he didn’t say anything that would snap the final string of your waterfall.

“Ironic coming from you.” You mumbled.

“It’s different.”

“How so, huh?”

“How about you shut that mouth of yours, huh?” He mocked you, making you roll your eyes.

Once he was finished wrapping your hand injuries, he made sure to clean the cut on your face with an antibiotic and placed a bandaid on top.

As he was making sure to put everything back in their original spot, you stood there patiently. “Thank you, Seong-je.”

He gave you a small ‘mhm’.

Your eyes made way onto your patched—up, beaten knuckles.

Usually things would go the other way around, Seong-je would come home to you with bruises and small minor injuries and you were left to be the one who patched him up. Cleaning his wounds and bandaging them up as you scolded him for getting into another pointless fight.

Even with all the union stuff, he still made sure to slightly keep down the fighting even if it took lots, and you mean lots of convincing.

Once he was done putting your products back into their original place, he turned his head to you.

“What made you jump at them?” He asked curiously, referring to the very obvious fight you had earlier.

Grumbling, you look away. “I didn’t.”

“What?”

“They hit me first.” You spoke, placing your hands into the pockets of your hoodie.

Seong-je stood there for a second before he made a small ‘hm’ sound, slight possessiveness hidden behind it.

He didn’t like the thought of people touching you, let alone let people hurt you. Normally he would push back the feeling, but when it came to someone injuring you, that was a different story.

“Let me fuck them up.” Seong-je abruptly said.

You scoffed, “Yeah, no Seong-je.” Quickly disapproving the idea.

Regardless if you said no, you knew he was still most likely going to find them and gouge out their eyeballs.

You sighed in defeat knowing you really can’t control your boyfriend for the most part. Your gaze was now shifting from him and towards your shower.

A hot steamy shower session did sound nice at the moment.

A sudden touch was on your shoulder, and when you looked back Seong-je was wrapping his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder.

Smiling, your hand raised up to his hair, massaging his head as you felt the rims of his glasses tickling your neck.

“Be careful next time.” He murmured, staying completely still, not wanting to move. “If you get your shit rocked again I’m not helping.”

You giggled, knowing that he didn’t actually mean that. If you did get beaten the shit out of you, he would most likely be on a mission to kill someone. “You got it.”

Seong-je tapped your hip lightly, signaling that he wanted to grab your attention, you hummed at the gesture.

One of his hands left your waist and he dug into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out his phone. “Wanna see a picture of this guy that I beat the hell out of earlier?” He proudly asked, and whenever you told him no he completely dismissed your words and still insisted on showing you.

His arm went around your waist once again with his phone in hand, raising the technology device up to your face.

“What did this one do?” You quired, your eyes going onto the boy's bruises as he was slumped over a fence.

“Baek-jin sent me to recruite a new school top dog, and he decided to one up me like a fucking moron.” He chuckled, looking at the picture from your shoulder.

You shook your head in a dramatic disapproval manner, “Not surprised. You see red when you're mad.”

Seong-je’s free hand made its way towards your cheek, pinching it in which earned him dramatic squeals of ‘ow’s and hisses in pain from you. It was like he was telling you to shut up.

“You done?” He asked before letting go of your cheeks, a satisfied smile playing on his face.

“Jerk.” You groaned, placing your hand onto your face to soothe out the area that was previously being pinched.

Your boyfriend's lips made their way to your neck, pressing a small kiss. “Can we go lay down.” He asked.

“I have to shower, I smell.” You said to him.

“So?” He questioned, unbothered.

You gave him a look of your own, “So let me shower.”

“Im giving you twenty five minutes and if you aren’t out the bathroom by then I’m breaking down your door.”

“Oh my god, okay deal, now go.” You waved your hands outward at him, signaling him to get out as he got off you and stepped back, ready to head out.

He chuckled, pushing his glasses back on the bridge of his nose and giving you a smug smile before walking out and shutting the door behind him, letting you give yourself the therapy your sore body yearned for.

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[viarrahx]

𝑯𝑰𝑮𝑯 𝑶𝑭𝑭 𝒀𝑶𝑼 | Geom Seongje

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Seong-je catches you getting high for the first time, and you accidentally reveal what your heart truly feels about him.

ᯓ fluff I wc : 3.5k I pre-relationship

ᯓ➤ swearing, smoking, drugs, no usage of y/n, gn! reader

fun fact, I was fried while writing this. Proofread it sober though, of course

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The wind roars, the city lights illuminating the rooftop you were on, wide awake after its deep sleep during the day. Cars rushing through the streets that almost seemed urgent. And there you were, standing near the edge as you let the cold air kiss your skin, along with your hair flowing gently against the wind.

And in your hand was something that in the past you would’ve criticized yourself for—a joint.

Growing up, you were always against smoking; you were strict on not having a single hit from anything or letting yourself be influenced easily. Whether it was a vape, cart, cigarette, or a joint, you refused no matter what. Anytime someone would smoke near you, you would (unfortunately) judge them.

You never understood why people smoked, and you never wanted to know. Was it to look cool? To have more friends? To become popular?

It was something your mind couldn’t figure out, your thoughts flooded with questions to answers you couldn’t get unless you were in their shoes.

Regardless, you stood firm on the ‘No Smoking’ rule you created for yourself.

So why were you here, on a rooftop, joint in hand, hesitating to let it touch your lips?

School was kicking you in the ass, and as much as you rarely liked to admit it, your parents played a huge factor in it. They always expect highly of you, disguising their discouraging actions as, “I want the best for you,” or “I never got to finish school, and I regret it. So don’t make the same mistake as me,” but behind those words, all they did was make unrealistic expectations be placed above you even at a young age.

If you get a single grade that didn’t fit their agenda, they would make it a huge deal. Like the world was going to end if you had a ninety percent chance.

School this, do this, make sure to have this, this and that.

You were tired of it. Sick of it even. You’ve had enough.

People always told you getting high was the greatest feeling in the entire world, as if all your problems would magically fade away. They would always describe the feeling as the version of yourself that only lived in sunshine and rainbows.

Did Seong-je ever feel like that?

Seong-je smokes. You and him were great friends, although he would never admit it out loud; you two get along perfectly, like two puzzle pieces fitting perfectly next to each other.

Anytime you were around Seong-je he always carried his cigarette box, having his lighter stored inside it along with his cigar sticks. Even if he wasn’t actively smoking around you, anytime you were remotely near him he reeked of cigarette smell. The smell easily stuck onto his clothes and clung to him wherever he went.

But anytime he smoked, he never seemed high.

Does he have a high tolerance?

Nonetheless, the rooftop of the building you were on is usually the spot where you and Seong-je would hang out ever so often. Not all the time, but most of the time when both of you hung out it was always at the same building every—time. So upon getting your hands on a joint, you decided that the best location to be at would be on the exact rooftop you and Seong-je would go to.

Looking down at your hand, you examined the joint that was placed between your fingers.

This was something new to you, you had never experienced being high before. It feels like going into a different high school. Not knowing where your classes are, what the people are like, the bell schedule, you don’t know anything about it until you actually experience it.

It feels like you were stepping into a completely different new world, and in your mind, you were.

Swallowing, you stared at the drug for another ten seconds before raising it towards your mouth steadily. Feeling the tip of it now touching your lips gently, you slowly breathe in the smoke from burning leaves.

Not long after you start to feel the smoke tickling your lungs, the sound of doors creaking fills the air. And looking towards the noise, you then spot Seong-je who was wearing a black and gray windbreaker with red strips going along his forearms and pockets, accompanied by red hood strings.

Seong-je makes direct eye contact with you, but it doesn't last very long as seconds later you start violently coughing out everything you just inhaled, your body unused to the new chemicals.

“Oh–fuck–” You spoke in between wheezes, your waterline starting to tear up as you felt your diaphragm start burning.

Seong-je watches you, raising an eyebrow at your sudden coughing. “Hello to you too,” His voice having an itch of amusement as he walked up to you.

“What the hell is up with you?” He asked, now standing beside you.

Continuing to cough, you slowly raise your hand with the joint up to his view. “This–” You croaked out, attempting to answer his question as if you weren’t dying on the inside.

He stood there, a bit surprised at the sight of you having a blunt in your own hands. You always told him how you would never ever fall for the smoking agenda. And anytime he would try to convince you to take a small hit from his cigarette, you would decline instantly.

“A joint? I didn’t take you to be one who smokes now.” He explained. Admittedly, seeing you start smoking was an odd sight for him.

Once you managed to finally calm down the ticklish—burning sensation coming from your lungs, you cleared your throat. “I like trying new things, you know?”

“You said you’d never let yourself touch nicotine or weed.” Voice low as he spoke, his hands reaching into his pockets to grab his cigarette box. “Finally gave in?” He questions you while opening the package, pulling out his lighter and a cigar.

You swallowed, knowing that your previous answer wasn’t exactly truthful. “Guess you could say that,” you said quietly, looking down at the weed.

Seong-je hovered his hand over the flame his lighter engulfed, successfully lighting the cigar. He takes a small inhale and places his igniter back into its original spot and stuffs it into his pocket.

You avert your eyes from the joint and onto Seong-je, watching as the smoke billows from his mouth effortlessly and rises into the night sky, curling slowly into the wind before dissipating. You could feel your stomach start to churn a bit at the sight of him.

Truthfully, you always told yourself that Seong-je was an asshole. He was sadistic, arrogant, self–centered, and he never took things seriously. Although that’s what made him Seong-je, you made sure that he was just a friend. Even if the neither of you directly labeled your friendship, he was still considered a close friend to you. Even if he wasn’t exactly the best person to be around.

But somehow, somehow, he still managed to make you feel things you rarely ever felt.

Anytime the two of you made direct eye contact, you could feel butterflies slowly start to form in the pits of your stomach. The way he would make fun of you for almost anything and laugh afterwards made your cheeks warm up. It was a sound that satisfied your ears to the point where you could never get enough of it.

Seong-je, the same guy who beats up people for the fun of it, made your heart flutter for him.

Absolutely ridiculous.

Quickly shifting your eyes away from him, you stared at the blunt once more before pulling it back onto your lips and dragging another hit, this time longer than the previous.

More prepared now, you reminded yourself to hold in the smoke for a few seconds, and so you did. You let the smoke sit in your lungs for three seconds before you felt it start tickling your throat again, exhaling almost instantly before your coughing fit came back for a second time.

The thick air hits your mouth as you try to inhale a bit of the oxygen lingering, and as your chest starts to burn, you felt a sudden touch on your back.

Seong-je patted your back gently, attempting to soothe you into being able to breathe normally again. Your cheeks began to feel warm, but too occupied with the spicy tension in your throat, you ignored the feeling as you tried to keep your chokes under control.

When your coughing finally comes to a halt after a minute or two, Seong-je’s hand pulls away from your back and rests at his side without a word.

You didn’t say anything either, letting the silence between the two of you grow. Allowing the wind to howl quietly instead.

Neither of you moved—complete stillness.

From the corner of your eyes, you can see Seong-je lean his forearms onto the railing, letting his hands dangle while he holds his cigarette in between his fingers, staring off into the sky. The way the air touched his skin gently, his hair ruffling against the wind, and the way his glasses sat perfectly on his face made your heart skip a beat.

You felt your surroundings start to slowly close in on you, and you started to feel light. Like the weight on your shoulders was starting to lift and your body being smoothed out from the rough edges.

“Do people actually get the munchies when they're high?” You asked gently, snapping the silence.

“Depends, it’s different for everyone.” He answered, taking another drag from his cancer stick.

“How come you never seem to get high when you smoke?” You spoke up again curiously, turning your head to face Seong-je.

Seong-je stood still, exhaling the smoke from his mouth before his lips curved into a grin and was shortly followed by a snicker. “Are you a fucking idiot? You don’t get high off cigarettes in the same sense as weed.”

Your eyes widen, and you quickly look away. “Oh.”

Your nervous system was being flooded with straight—up embarrassment not long after.

A laugh leaves his throat, and you instantly melt into it. Your heart starting to beat at a quicker pace, quicker than normally.

You were feeling embarrassed sure, but not to the point where you felt like you needed to crawl underneath your bedsheets and hide from the rest of the world. It was a calm feeling of embarrassment.

Hearing Seong-je’s laugh slowly quiet down, your hand suddenly moved without fully registering in your brain and you held the joint towards him.

He averted his eyes from the sky and onto you, who was holding out the weed stick for him to take.

“Take a hit.” You offered, looking straight into his eyes.

You knew Seong-je wasn’t the one who got high constantly, after all, he was more of a cigarette guy than a weed one. But you knew that there has had been a time in his life that he’s gotten high at least once before.

He stared at you and at the joint in your hand for a moment. And without a word, he took it. Flicking his half-finished cigarette.

Your eyebrows knitted together slightly, feeling annoyed. The one thing that irritated you the most about him was when he seemed to be incapable of finishing any of his cigarettes.

You told him countless times that he was just wasting them, but it's Seong-je for Christ's sake. He would ignore you or bluntly say, “Whatever,” and brush it off afterwards.

Upon taking the joint, Seong-je brought it towards his lips and took a long drag. Letting the smoke of weed settle into his body and engulf his respiratory system. He held in the smoke for a few seconds before blowing it out and handing the stick back to you.

“You don’t smoke weed often,” you stated while taking hold of your drug again.

“Nah,” he started, “weed isn’t something I enjoy doing often.”

“So why did you take a hit? You could’ve declined.”

“I’d like to experience something new with you.”

You listened to his words carefully, staying silent for a moment before you suddenly started laughing.

Seong-je gave you a blank stare.

And at the sight of his facial expression, you proceeded to laugh even harder. In truth, you didn’t know why you were laughing, it was like your body was moving on its own; your entire system was feeling euphoric.

A few minutes pass by and your laughter faded into a quiet chuckle and then adapted itself into an airy giggle.

Seong-je rolled his tongue against the inside of his bottom lip, furrowing his eyebrows before groaning in irritation. He wasn’t sure exactly what you found funny, but he didn’t care knowing regardless.

“You’re funny,” you hummed.

You took a deep breath in and out contently. Your muscles were relaxed and every word that escaped your mouth seemed to effortlessly roll off your tongue smoothly. This felt like the escape your entire body needed; being free for once.

You were high.

“You’re so funny,” you said for a second time.

“Yeah.” He replied dully. Eyes not moving away, seemingly as if he was more interested in the view ahead of him rather than you.

Without another word, you took another drag from your blunt. Inhaling and exhaling, monitoring the smoke slowly dissolve into thin air.

“Is it actually fun to watch people in pain?”

Seong-je gave you a look that spoke louder than words, “It is.”

“Wow,” you emphasized. “You ever thought about dating someone whose kink is sadism? Perfect match, you love inflicting pain on people, and your partner loves having pain being inflicted on them.” A small snort coming from you afterwards.

His jaw tightens, “You’re a fucking weirdo.”

You continue giggling under your breath, ignoring his words.

A smile tugged on your lips, “Just a jokeeeee.” Slurring your words.

Raising your hand to take another hit from your joint, your actions were suddenly paused as your wrist was now enveloped in Seong-je’s hand.

“Enough,” he simply said, taking hold of the weed with his other hand before letting go of his grip.

“What?” You asked.

“You’re high already.”

“So?”

He flicked the blunt, letting it simply fall off the railing, scoffing. “So that’s enough for today.”

You gasped, completely flabbergasted as you watched him throw off your joint that you spent your money on. “Why would you do that?!”

He ignored you.

“Asshole.” You grumbled, frowning lightly at your now gone weed stick.

Silence.

Both you and Seong-je dazed off into the surroundings around you, yet it still felt like it was only the two of you who mattered most in this moment. The rest of the world was paused, it was just you and him. Alone.

Everything else was irrelevant. It felt unreal to you; you felt so carefree, like everything that had once sent you into an angry, frustrated meltdown was thrown out the window without a single second's thought.

You viewed the sky for a minute or two, letting the moonlight graze your skin before looking at Seong-je who was beside you, staring off into the buildings and flashy billboards.

Seeming to notice your eyes staring at him, he blurted out tonelessly, “Quit staring.”

Your throat swallows at his words, eyes not faltering, staying glued into his appearance. “Why haven’t you beat the shit out of me yet?”

The sudden question from you made him turn to you briefly. “What?”

“You beat up people once they look at you for over three seconds, right?”

“Yeah.” He answered, voice flat.

“So why haven’t you beaten me up yet?” You asked quietly.

Seong-je didn’t answer, jaw tightening at your words. Truthfully, he was wondering the same thing you were.

Why didn’t he beat you up? Why did he let you get underneath his skin? Why did he let you get near him? Why was it you?

He didn’t say anything back to you, looking away. Thick silence following afterwards.

The cold air is biting your skin and your heart feels like it is going to burst out of your chest any minute. The previous times the quietness was comfortable, but this time it was unsettling, and it made your spine shiver at the uncomfortable atmosphere.

“I don’t know.” He broke the silence, eyes still not wanting to look at you or your figure.

You didn’t say a word, your hands moving to grip the railing. Your body heat was rising up in temperature even though it was chilly, especially since you were on the rooftop of a building. Heart pounding rapidly nonstop, and your palms were starting to sweat. You hadn’t said anything because you didn’t know what to say. And instead simply letting yourself get eaten up by the uneasy feeling that was forming in your chest.

Swallowing thickly, you stood there, gaze dropping to the sight beneath you. The cold gusts of the wind whipped your face, but your body temperature surpassed that cold into a pleasant feeling of your body being able to cool down for a bit.

Thoughts spinning. You felt weird.

You quickly looked around, feeling distressed. To you, the world felt fake. You didn’t feel real either, like being stuck in an endless loop of a simulator. Everything was in front of you, but to you everything just seemed so nonexistent. Like a dream. Were you really human?

Shaking your head, no, you are real.

Swiftly snapping out of your thoughts, you glanced at Seong-je. And suddenly your mouth started to move on its own.

“Hey Seong-je,” you whispered.

He gave you a small hum, acknowledging that he was listening to you without meeting your eyes.

“You’re weird.”

Hands gripping the railing even tighter as you look out at the buildings in front of you. Heart rate increasing along with your thermal energy. “But it’s a different type of weird,”

Breath hitching slightly.

“Everybody sees you as this scary guy they shouldn’t mess with, everyone fears you.” You continued, “But I don’t. I don’t fear you, Seong-je.”

You clenched your jaw, butterflies erupting in your stomach.

“You draw everyone away, but you draw me in.”

Taking a deep breath in, you felt like you had lost complete control over your actions, your thinking, and your entire body at that. You exhaled loudly, allowing yourself to continue to think out—loud.

“I like you. A lot.” You mumbled, a bit shamefully.

Seong-je’s expression was unreadable, you couldn’t tell whether he was upset or not. You were high, sure, but that doesn’t mean you were completely stupid and unaware of everything. If him ignoring all of this were to be the true outcome of things, you would most certainly remember it tomorrow morning.

He remained silent, taking a step back from the railing and placing his weight back onto his feet. Your body shivering lightly at the sudden small contact your shoulder made with his.

His lack of response made your body tense, and you immediately felt regret, your throat swallowing itself in sorrow of everything you had just said. “Not like you know, any of it matters.” Voice low, disappointment written on all over your features, instantly dismissing your feelings.

Seong-je exhales slowly, “You’re a little romantic, I’ll give you that fucking much.”

You didn’t dare to look at him, still feeling shame and Seong-je can see it as clear as day. He sighed before nudging your shoulder.

Looking up at the unexpected gesture, you watch him snake out something from the pocket of his black baggy jeans and whipping out cash. “For your joint. Sorry.” He quietly apologized, barely audible for you to hear but managing to catch it.

Hesitantly, you took the cash from his hand and gave yourself a moment to look at it before stuffing it away in your own pocket.

“Thank you.” You said softly, placing your hand back onto the railing and looking straight ahead again.

Realizing that you were still pretty upset, he muttered a small ‘fuck’ underneath his breathe, clicking his tongue before speaking. “I do too.”

Perking up at his words, you raised an eyebrow. “Huh?”

“I feel the same way about you.” He quickly muttered, almost like he was attempting to minimize the hit his pride was enduring by admitting he likes you back.

You stood there, staring at your hands that were curled around the cold metal bar before feeling a small smile tug your lips not long after, relief washing over you.

Seong-je didn’t move, but he stayed close to you. Like he was waiting for you to do something.

Slowly, you leaned your body slightly sideways and rested your head on his shoulder. You could feel his body tense up slightly at the shared contact but immediately relaxed afterwards.

Neither of you pulled away, letting the wind and the slight smell of both cigarettes and weed mix into each other and linger around both of you.

Weed gave you an amazing high, especially for your first time.

But you preferred the high Seong-je gave you instead.

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[viarrahx]

𝑩𝑨𝑫 𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑳𝑼𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 | Geum Seongje

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Seong-je likes bullying little kids on Roblox, and when he tries to influence you to do the same, you end up bullying him instead.

ᯓ fluff I wc : 2.2k I established relationship

ᯓ➤ swearing, death threats, no usage of y/n, gn! reader (?)

first post, kinda nervous lmk what you guys think 👉👈

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Dating Geum Seong-je isn’t always the easiest thing in the world. He has an unbearable amount of attitude towards his pride, believing he is far more superior to anyone else. He’s arrogant and self-centered, so it makes things difficult for your guy’s relationship every now and then.

Seong-je wasn’t the type of guy to say “I love you” often nor is he the cheesy type who would buy you flowers and take you out on cute dates. He was a rough kind of soft; he likes making fun of you and teasing you, but when you express discomfort around teasing towards certain topics, he watches himself.

He has his own way of expressing love, even if it isn’t completely ideal or extremely romantic compared to others. If you didn’t like the smell of cigarettes, he would refrain from smoking near you, or try to at least. A couple of slip-ups here and there, but you appreciated the effort regardless.

Anybody who dared to look at you in the wrong way? He would promise himself that he would gouge their eyes out.

But he does make up excuses about how someone looked at you for longer than three seconds, leaving him with no choice but to beat the shit out of them mostly for the sole purpose of having fun rather than protecting you.

He does protect you when it’s completely necessary though.

He is also barely able to take things seriously. Cool.

Smart—ass remarks coming out of his mouth most of the time? Sure.

He's also a huge fucking bully.

It was Saturday night, and your parents were out of town on vacation for a few days, so ultimately you had the entire house to yourself until the upcoming Wednesday. So you let your boyfriend Seong-je come over and stay for the weekend.

The two of you were in your bedroom, pitch darkness as the only sources of light were your TV, PC, and phone screen. You lay on your bed, mindlessly doomscrolling on TikTok while your music played on your TV, the volume sitting at a good ten percent since you were really only going for a bit of background noise.

And there was Seong-je, sitting on your gaming chair, at your desk playing Roblox.

If you could name one thing he enjoyed doing, it would be bullying little kids on Roblox.

“Fucking bitch, go kill yourself,” Seong-je grumbled under his breath in irritation while aggressively clicking the keyboard.

“Seong-je.” You warned.

He ignored you, eyes not bothering to move away from the screen in front of him.

Taking note of the way he brushed off your warning, you sighed before continuing your endless scroll on social media, not thinking too much about it.

After a few minutes, Seong-je broke the silence once again.

“How the fuck did this loser win?! I killed him like fifteen fucking times!” He shouted as he just stares at the screen in disbelief, and shortly after the sound of keys clicking followed suit.

Unaware of what Seong-je was huffing and puffing about, you came across those crazy Reddit stories and were completely engrossed in the story. How could you resist? It was a story about someone who fell in love with their brother; it was weird, yes, but you were extremely invested in it as you listened to the drama unfold. Your eyes were even locked onto the background, watching someone playing with slime.

On the other hand, Seong-je threatened the person who won the Arsenal game to mic up on a different social media platform to avoid bans, ready to hurl insults in their face about how bad they were.

Watching the guy type short ‘No’s and ‘Why’s fueled Seong-je’s anger even further. Deciding to ignore the risks of getting your account banned, he immediately started talking shit towards the poor guy in the best way he could through Roblox’s chat filter.

You rarely played Roblox, so it was okay.

Which is what Seong-je thought.

And he went completely off that thought carelessly.

[Sourcream7393]: you’re trash

[Sourcream7393]: ##############

[Sourcream7393]: rematch you man horrre

[AwesomeGamerboy_Cool67]: what is man horrre mean?

[Sourcream7393]: means youre a gay

[Sourcream7393]: t-wink

[Sourcream7393]: now rematch

[Sourcream7393]: #############################################################

[AwesomeGamerboy_Cool67]: what is a #########

[AwesomeGamerboy_Cool67]: gay

Seeing how dumb the guy was, Seong-je was dumbfounded before coming to the realization that the guy he was arguing with was a kid.

Smirking, he grabbed one of your plushies that was sitting on your desk and threw it at you in order to catch your attention.

Successfully, you felt the plushie land on your lap and looked away from the phone and at Seong-je.

“Come,” he said, making a beckoning motion with his pointer finger.

Raising your eyebrow, you got up from where you lay and made your way to Seong-je. You stood next to him, wondering as to why he made you come over to him before he pointed at the screen.

“That’s a little kid,” smiling as he watched the kid struggling to send a chat without it filtering.

“Seong-je why in the world would you call a child a manwhore.” You crossed your arms over your chest, not even caring about the fact that this was a kid but more onto the insult he just called him.

“‘Cause I can.” He bluntly stated, before raising his hand towards you and swishing it outward swiftly, “You can go now. Shoo shoo.”

Ignoring his demands to leave, you whip out your phone.

Opening Roblox, you logged into the alt account that your main had previously added. Since Seong-je was playing on your account and was already in-game, you decided to join him.

“Why’d you join?” Seong-je asked, seeing the small grey bar at the top of his screen appear and read out, ‘Fatpugxoxo joined you’

“What kind of shitty username is that?”

“What, is Sourcream7393 better? Is it growing on you?” You queried in a playful manner, a smile forming on your lips as you poked his cheek just to annoy him.

His eyes made their way towards your own, and he glared at you, hard.

Ignoring his glare, you were finally able to load into the game. Pressing the grey play button, you choose to go onto the blue team and spawned in as soon as the round started, immediately focusing your attention on earning kills.

A few seconds in and you were already dying to Seong-je.

“Tryhard,” You told him as your eyes were locked onto your screen, fingers moving as you tried getting a few kills. Seong-je was on the red team and anytime you would kill at least one of his teammates he would immediately come behind you and kill you easily.

“You’re just shit,” He spoke.

“If I was on my PC, I would beat your ass.”

“Ooh, you’re so freaking scary.”

Now it was your turn to glare at him.

While the round was progressing, Seong-je was the team leader for the red team and his opponent, aka AwesomeGamerboy_Cool67 was the team leader for the blue team. And as the round was reaching towards its end, both Seong-je and AwesomeGamerboy_Cool67 were one kill away from winning.

And of course, AwesomeGamerboy_Cool67 got his final kill before Seong-je, claiming victory.

So he threw a fit.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He snapped, slapping his hand onto the desk with a small amount of force.

You on the other hand were desperately trying to bite back a laugh at the way he reacted. Seeing him getting riled up because of a kid on Roblox was definitely an amusing sight for you. And before you were able to make a comment about his unfortunate loss, his fingers were already traveling across the keyboard.

[Sourcream7393]: youre ####

[Sourcream7393]: i hate you

[Sourcream7393]: 1v1 me moron

[Sourcream7393]: ################

[AwesomeGamerboy_Cool67]: why

“Someone’s mad,” You teased, following their chat bubbles pop up in the corner of your screen.

“He’s shit, he only won out of pure luck.” Seong-je quickly argued. “He doesn’t even want to 1v1 me, fucking wuss.”

He sat there, frustration written on his face and voice. Seong-je didn’t take losses very well, especially when it’s to another person.

His eyebrows furrowed before he turned to you. “Say something.”

Puzzled at his words, you asked, “Why?”

“It’s fun to shit-talk kids.” A grin made its way back onto his face. He reached his hand forward and began patting your back, “Come on, ain’t that scary.” he said, reassuring you in a mocking way.

You shot daggers into his face with your own eyes, clearly showing disinterest. “No Seong-je.”

“Why? Too pussy to say a few harmless words?” He made fun of you, his smile widening as he watched your face grow irritated at his words, finding it entertainment in ticking you off.

Refusing again, you scoffed at him before turning your head back to your phone. While you were planning on ignoring him in your head, a different idea popped up. An even better one.

As a small smirk started to forme on your lips, you tapped the chat bubble, and once your keyboard came into view your fingers flew across the screen, typing.

Seong-je examined the way your fingers moved, and noticing the smirk you had on your face, he chuckled. Satisfied that you gave into his words.

Looking back at his screen, he kept an eye on the chat. Waiting for you to say something. “Didn’t know you would give in so easily.”

You hummed, not bothering to rip your eyes away from your phone.

After a second or two, your chat finally popped up.

And once it did, Seong-je’s smile immediately dropped.

[Fatpugxoxo]: Sourcream7393 youre buns at the game

[AwesomeGamerboy_Cool67]: tralalero tralala says yes

“You’ve got to be kidding,” He mumbled under his breath before whipping his head towards you.

“Seriously?” He asked bitterly.

You laughed at his response to your chat. “So serious.”

[Sourcream7393]: ###########

[Sourcream7393]: nobody is talking to you stupid ########

[Sourcream7393]: gamerboy 1v1 me now

[Sourcream7393]: quit dodgin’

[Fatpugxoxo]: stop asking to 1v1 just admit your bad

[Fatpugxoxo]: gamerboy solo’s you

[AwesomeGamerboy_Cool67]: what is a 1v1

[AwesomeGamerboy_Cool67] i do not want to

[Sourcream7393]: stop being scared

[Fatpugxoxo]: he doesn’t want to 1v1 you loser

[Fatpugxoxo]: go eat sourcream

[AwesomeGamerboy_Cool67]: tung tung tung sahur

The way Seong-je was getting more and more aggravated over something as silly as this was laughable. He’s labeled as a scary gang thug and yet he’s in your house, in your room, getting mad over you siding with a little kid on Roblox who refuses to 1v1 him.

Not being able to contain it anymore, you burst out laughing. Was he really this easy to piss off?

Hearing you start laughing, Seong-je instantly powered off your PC and quickly got up from the desk, harshly grabbing your wrist right after.

“You’re done.” He simply demanded, making way towards your bed and having you follow suit before forcefully making you sit down.

“What? Whyyyy it was getting fun,” You whined, lips curving into a frown before Seong-je quickly snatched your phone out of your hands and closed Roblox.

Ignoring your protests as to why he made you stop, he grabbed the TV remote and headed towards the corner of your bed, sitting down.

Snaking his arms around your ribs, he lifted you up and brought you to his chest so the both of you could lay down against the pillows. Completely baffled by his actions, you stayed silent as you witnessed him exit out of Spotify and open up Netflix.

Realizing that you making fun of him on Roblox sent him over the edge, you decided to tease him just a bit more. “Little baby had enough of getting bullied?” You remarked, a playful smile displayed on your face before Seong-je’s free hand immediately covered your mouth, shutting you up.

“Shut the fuck up.” He hissed, not bothering to look at you as he scrolled through the countless movies and shows.

You laughed to yourself, seeing him all worked up over a video game was cute to you. Although you would never admit that out loud considering he would probably choke you to death. (He wouldn’t.)

Smiling beneath the palm of his hand, you reached for his wrist and attempted to pull his hand away, but with the strength Seong-je had, you resorted to patting it, letting him know to take his hand off.

After a few pats, he pulled his hand away, still not bothering to look at you.

Once his hand was off your lips, you turned your head towards him, smiling at the way his glasses sat on his face perfectly, he was definitely an extremely alluring person to look at. Shortly after, you then lifted yourself up a bit and planted a small kiss on his cheek.

Seong-je did not falter one bit, keeping a straight face. But after a while of examining him, you notice his ears going red.

Knowing that you weren’t getting anything better than that, you were satisfied and lay your head onto his chest, watching as he was still looking through the movie options.

Once both of you agreed on a movie, one of Seong-je’s arms wrapped around your back, hand resting on your waist.

You loved him, even if he was very limited in showing you that. You knew that he loved you just as much as you did; he just expressed it differently and you were okay with that. He was egoistical, yes. But one thing you loved about him was his loyalty to you, and you couldn’t have asked for more.