lowk when me and hg lowk finally join squid game to lowk crack guard 011 but she lowk gets her shi rocked by no-euls gun in red light green light so i lowk crash out and lowk realize ts isn’t all sunshine and rainbows lowk
hiiie! i have a request! can you write semi wlw and it goes by like the reader and her are married and adopted a baby for themselves! (the baby is a girl) and have their little moment taking care of their daughter together in fluff and chaos! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა thankieu!
haihaihai! thank u so much for this request omg it’s literally so cute …. i can’t wait to write this & i definitely will as soon as possible🤍 (i have exams this week so it might take some time>_<)
𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - this was requested by an anon but something went wrong with answering the request so i just have to post it like this, anon i hope u see this and i’m so sorry😭
𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨
introducing your girlfriend to your best friend should be easy, but for sae-byeok, it’s anything but. as jealousy flares, she makes it clear—she's not one to share.
you could barely contain your excitement as you walked hand in hand with your girlfriend, kang sae-byeok. the two of you had only been dating for a few weeks, and although things were still new, you wanted to introduce her to your best friend—the person who had been by your side through everything.
sae-byeok, on the other hand, was much less enthusiastic. she wasn’t exactly the social type, and the idea of meeting someone so important to you made her wary. still, she agreed because she cared about you.
"are you sure this is a good idea?" she mumbled, fidgeting with the sleeves of her hoodie as she walked beside you.
you turned to her with a teasing smile. "what, are you nervous?"
she scoffed, rolling her eyes. "no."
you squeezed her hand gently. "she’s going to love you, and i really want you to get along with her. you’re both so important to me."
she didn’t respond immediately, but she gave your hand a small squeeze in return.
when you finally arrived at the café, you spotted your best friend immediately. she was sitting in a booth, waving at you with a grin. without thinking, you let go of sae-byeok’s hand and rushed toward her.
"hey!" you greeted excitedly, throwing your arms around her in a tight hug.
the girl laughed, hugging you back. "you’re acting like you haven’t seen me in years."
"it’s been, like, three days," you admitted, pulling away but keeping a hand on her shoulder. "but i still missed you!"
sae-byeok watched the exchange silently, her jaw tightening as she observed how naturally affectionate you were with your friend. it wasn’t that she didn’t trust you—it was just that she wasn’t used to seeing you like this with someone else.
with her, you were always careful, always respecting her space because she didn’t like being touched too much. but with your friend? you were draping yourself over her like it was nothing.
you turned back to sae, who was still standing a few steps away.
"sae, this is my best friend," you introduced, gesturing between them. you turned to face your friend. "and this is my girlfriend, sae-byeok.”
your best friend extended a hand toward her. "nice to meet you! i’ve heard a lot about you."
sae-byeok hesitated for a split second before giving a small nod. she didn’t shake the girl’s hand, instead shoving her own into the pockets of her hoodie.
your friend raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment on it. she simply withdrew her hand and shot you a quick look that said she’s not very friendly, huh?
you sighed internally but gave her a look back that said just give her time.
the three of you sat down, and you made sure to sit between them, hoping to ease some of the awkwardness.
"so, sae-byeok," your best friend started after a few moments of silence. "how did you two meet?"
sae glanced at you before answering, “we just… did.”
you stifled a laugh. "we met through mutual friends," you clarified. "and we just clicked, you know?"
your friend smirked. "clicked, huh? she doesn’t talk much, though."
your girlfriend’s lips pressed together as she picked bit the inside of her cheek. you could tell she was getting irritated.
"she’s more of the quiet type," you explained quickly, placing a reassuring hand on her knee under the table. "but once you get to know her, she’s the best."
your friend nodded, but sae didn’t seem any more comfortable than before.
the conversation continued, mostly with you trying to keep things balanced. your best friend was doing her best to be friendly, but sae-byeok wasn’t making it easy. she wasn’t being outright rude, but she wasn’t exactly making an effort either.
what made things worse for her was how physically close you and your best friend were. it wasn’t something you even thought about—your friendship had always been naturally affectionate. a playful nudge, a pat on the back, even a brief arm around each other—it was just how you were.
but sae-byeok noticed.
and she hated it.
every time you leaned against your friend laughing, every time she playfully bumped her knee against yours, sae felt something in her chest tighten.
then, at one point, your best friend casually threw an arm around your shoulders as she cracked a joke.
sae-byeok’s fingers clenched into fists under the table.
without thinking, she reached for your hand, lacing her fingers with yours. it caught you off guard—not because you didn’t like it, but because she never initiated physical contact in public.
you turned to her in surprise. "sae?"
she didn’t look at you. instead, she kept her gaze locked on the girl next to you, her grip firm.
your friend raised an eyebrow. "wow, i feel like i’m interrupting something."
you blushed slightly, but sae-byeok didn’t seem embarrassed at all. in fact, she tightened her grip even more, as if she was making a point.
"she’s mine, you know." she said simply, her voice even but firm.
the tension in the air was thick. your friend blinked before letting out a chuckle. "okay, okay. got it. no need to glare holes into me."
sae didn’t say anything else, but she didn’t let go of your hand.
the rest of the day went about the same. you tried your best to keep things lighthearted, but the tension never fully disappeared. your best friend, to her credit, wasn’t being antagonistic, but she wasn’t about to back down from being herself either.
your girlfriend, on the other hand, remained possessive. if she noticed you leaning too close to your best friend, she would find some way to pull you closer to her—whether it was taking your hand, brushing her fingers against your knee under the table, or even just shifting so that her leg was pressed against yours.
it was the most physical she had ever been with you in public.
and you had to admit, it made your heart race a little. a lot actually.
by the time the day came to an end, you were exhausted from trying to keep the peace. when your best friend finally said her goodbyes, she gave you a knowing look before pulling you into one last hug.
"good luck with that one," she whispered playfully in your ear before pulling away.
you gave her a light shove. "shut up."
she laughed before waving at sae-byeok. "see you around… maybe."
sae just nodded in response, watching as your friend walked away.
once it was just the two of you, she exhaled, her shoulders relaxing slightly.
you turned to her, crossing your arms. "sooo… you were really possessive today."
she shrugged, stuffing her hands back into her hoodie pockets. "she was too close to you."
you sighed but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. "baby, she’s my best friend. that’s just how we are."
"i don’t like it."
you raised an eyebrow. "are you jealous?"
sae-byeok’s eyes flickered to yours, and for a moment, she didn’t say anything. then, with a quiet sigh, she mumbled, "maybe."
your heart melted at her honesty.
"you don’t have to be," you reassured her gently. "i love you, sae. my best friend is important to me, but you’re… you’re everything. you’re my favorite, too."
she glanced at you before hesitantly stepping closer. then, to your surprise, she reached up, cupping your face in her hands. it was such a rare, tender gesture from her that it made your breath hitch.
"i don’t like sharing," she admitted softly.
"you don’t have to," you whispered.
and then, she kissed you.
it was slow, deep, and filled with all the words she didn’t know how to say. you melted into it, wrapping your arms around her waist, and for once, she didn’t pull away. she let you hold her.
when she finally pulled back, she rested her forehead against yours.
"you’re mine," she whispered.
you smiled. "all yours."
and with that, she took your hand again, holding it firmly as you walked home together—no longer hesitant to show the world that you were hers.
hi hi!!! feel free to ignore this request if it's not to your liking :)
s/o and Sae Byeok had just started dating. one day, s/o is really excited and wants her gf to meet her guy bsf. s/o and bsf dont meet often and when they do this time, she really wants her gf and bsf to meet each other.
only problem is that they're complete opposites, bsf knows s/o a lot and knows how to get a conversation going. when s/o finally sees said bsf, Sae Byeok taken by surprise, just sees s/o run and tackle her bsf into a hug.
s/o is not too touchy with Sae Byeok because she respects her boundaries, which Sae Byeok appreciates. but seeing her gf being physical with someone, a guy no less, she's never met before sets something off in her.
the entire day is s/o wanting her bsf and gf to be friends. s/o divides their attention equally. knowing Sae Byeok hates pda, she only gets touchy with bsf the entire day. and the fact that it's always the s/o who initiates the physical contact. bsf and s/o are basically siblings tho
both of them don't get along immediately but knew they have one thing in common, they both deeply care for s/o. after that day, Sae Byeok starts to be more physical with s/o when showing affection.
hi there thank you so much for your request, this is such a cute idea!! i’ll for sure write this when i have the time (i’m on holiday right now so it might take a little longer than it usually would) xx
hi hi!!! feel free to ignore this request if it's not to your liking :)
s/o and Sae Byeok had just started dating. one day, s/o is really excited and wants her gf to meet her guy bsf. s/o and bsf dont meet often and when they do this time, she really wants her gf and bsf to meet each other.
only problem is that they're complete opposites, bsf knows s/o a lot and knows how to get a conversation going. when s/o finally sees said bsf, Sae Byeok taken by surprise, just sees s/o run and tackle her bsf into a hug.
s/o is not too touchy with Sae Byeok because she respects her boundaries, which Sae Byeok appreciates. but seeing her gf being physical with someone, a guy no less, she's never met before sets something off in her.
the entire day is s/o wanting her bsf and gf to be friends. s/o divides their attention equally. knowing Sae Byeok hates pda, she only gets touchy with bsf the entire day. and the fact that it's always the s/o who initiates the physical contact. bsf and s/o are basically siblings tho
both of them don't get along immediately but knew they have one thing in common, they both deeply care for s/o. after that day, Sae Byeok starts to be more physical with s/o when showing affection.
it had been a quiet, ordinary night—until your cat juno disappeared. then, facing an intriguing stranger holding him in the dim streetlight, you felt something shift.
you were having a perfectly normal evening.
curled up in bed with a book, the soft glow of your bedside lamp casting warm light over the pages. you barely noticed the time passing. the city outside hummed with distant traffic, and a cool breeze filtered through your slightly open window. it was the kind of night that made you feel safe, comfortable—even a little drowsy.
juno, your cat, had been curled at your feet earlier, a contented little ball of fur. but now, as you reached down absentmindedly to scratch his ears, your hand met only an empty blanket.
you frowned.
"juno?"
no little responsive meow.
cold, hard silence.
a flicker of unease prickled at your spine. normally, he wasn’t the type to wander far, and he always responded when you called him. you sat up, glancing around the room. no sign of him.
you checked under the bed. the closet. even the bathroom. nothing.
a pit formed in your stomach as your eyes landed on the slightly ajar window.
no. he wouldn’t.
you scrambled over to it, heart beating out of your chest as you peered outside. your apartment wasn’t on the ground floor, but you were only one level up. the fire escape ran right below your window—an easy path for a curious cat.
"fuck."
your pulse quickened as you grabbed a hoodie and hastily tugged on your sneakers, hands shaking. this wasn’t just some pet casually strolling along the streets. juno had never been outside before. he wouldn’t know how to handle the cars, the people, the noise. the thought of him wandering into traffic or getting snatched by some stranger made your breath come up short.
you practically flew down the stairs and burst out onto the sidewalk, scanning the dimly lit street.
"juno!" you called, voice raw with desperation. "juno, come on, buddy!"
the night air was cool against your skin, but the panic rising in your chest made it hard to breathe. your mind spiraled with worst-case scenarios as you checked beneath parked cars, looked behind trash bins, glanced into the alleyways. every dark shadow felt like it could be hiding him, but no matter where you turned, you saw nothing.
the streetlights flickered faintly, casting long, eerie shapes across the pavement. your hands clenched at your sides, frustration and fear mixing into a nauseating knot in your stomach.
"juno!" you tried again, voice cracking weakly.
and then,
movement.
you turned sharply, heart leaping into your throat. in the narrow alleyway to your right, just past the neon glow of a flickering convenience store sign, a figure stood partially shrouded in shadow.
a girl.
tall, slim, her posture wary yet still. and in her arms, nestled against her chest, was juno.
relief flooded through you so quickly your knees almost buckled. but that relief was quickly followed by something else—hesitation.
who was the girl in front of you?
she had sharp features, dark eyes that studied you with a quiet intensity. her short black hair framed her face in soft, choppy waves, and she was wearing an oversized jacket that looked a little too thin for the weather. there was something about her—something guarded, distant.
she didn’t say anything at first, just watched you. and juno, the same cat who barely tolerated most of your closest friends, was curled against her like he belonged there.
"your cat?"
her voice was quiet, low, but clear.
you swallowed hard, suddenly hyperaware of how ridiculous you probably looked, out of breath and wide-eyed. "yeah. he, uh—he got out."
she tilted her head slightly, eyes flickering from you to juno, a soft smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "he came right up to me."
your brows furrowed. that was… odd. juno wasn’t friendly, not with strangers. the fact that he let this girl pick him up so easily was baffling.
"oh. well, uh…" you hesitated, shifting awkwardly on your feet. "thanks for, um, finding him."
she didn’t reply right away. instead, she just looked at you for a moment longer, then—finally—extended her arms, passing juno back to you.
you took him carefully, feeling his little body stretch lazily in your arms before he settled against you, completely unbothered by the whole ordeal.
"thanks," you said again, softer this time.
the girl shoved her hands into her jacket pockets. "it’s nothing."
a silence stretched between you, awkward and lingering. you weren’t sure if you should leave, or if she was expecting something else. your fingers tightened slightly around juno’s fur.
"uh." you cleared your throat. "do you… do you live around here?"
her eyes narrowed slightly, like she was assessing you. "yeah."
you nodded stiffly. right. why else would she be wandering along the streets here at this time? "cool."
she raised an eyebrow.
you internally cringed. cool? what kind of response was that?
desperate to break the tension, you blurted out, "you must be good with animals. juno doesn’t usually, uh, like people."
her lips twitched, like she was holding back a smirk. "haven’t noticed before."
the weight of the awkwardness pressed down on you like a ton of bricks. you should probably just say goodnight and go. that would be the normal thing to do. but for some reason, you hesitated.
"do you—" you started, then immediately regretted it. "do you wanna, like… come inside? just for a bit? it’s kinda cold, and i have tea. or, uh, other stuff. like, ramen or something. if you want."
she stared at you, and for a moment, you were convinced she was going to say no. she seemed like the kind of person who didn’t do random small talk, let alone follow up on impulsive invitations from strangers. but then—
"okay."
oh. that’s surprising.
you turned quickly, hoping she didn’t notice the way your ears were burning, and started walking back toward your apartment. juno let out a little huff of protest but stayed nestled in your arms.
as you reached your door, you stole a glance at the girl—at the way she moved, careful but effortless, as if always ready to leave at a moment’s notice. there was something about her—something quiet but fierce. something that made your stomach twist in a way you weren’t entirely sure you were ready to acknowledge.
"i totally forgot to ask, what’s your name?" you asked as you fumbled with your keys.
she hesitated for a second before responding. "sae-byeok."
sae-byeok. the name settled into your mind as you finally got the door open and stepped inside.
maybe this was just a strange, fleeting encounter. maybe she’d leave in a few minutes, and you’d never see her again.
or maybe—just maybe—this was the start of something you didn’t quite have words for yet.
₊˚⊹ ⤷ " ever thought of calling when you've had a few? "
₊˚⊹ ⤷ masterlist // my reqs r always open!!! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ
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₊˚⊹ ☘️ synopsis after almost dying, jisu teaches fem!reader how to fight but theres a bit of romantic tension... (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ
₊˚⊹ 🌿 warnings death (of a monster), romantic tension, violence, monsters and stuff (its literally sweet home...)
₊˚⊹ 🌱 a/n: im prepared for this to get no likes at all i js wrote it for funsies bc i love jisu SO fucking much and she deserves more fics
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The first time Jisu offered to train you, it wasn’t really an offer. It was more of a scoff, a shake of her head, and a blunt statement:
“You’re gonna get yourself killed if you keep fighting like that.”
It had all happened so fast. One moment, you were scavenging for supplies, the next, a grotesque monster had lunged at you from the shadows.
Your instincts had kicked in...sort of. You swung your weapon wildly, barely making contact, and then stumbled backward, tripping over debris. The creature snarled, closing in, and your heart pounded like a drum.
Jisu was there in an instant. She moved like a storm, fast and relentless. Her bat connected with the creature’s skull with a sickening crack, sending it staggering. But she didn’t stop. She pivoted, striking again, and this time, the monster collapsed with a final, gurgling wheeze.
You sat there, breathless, staring at the lifeless body. The others exchanged wary glances, but Jisu? She had that sharp look in her eyes, arms crossed, assessing you like you were a puzzle missing too many pieces. Then, with a sigh, she jerked her head toward an empty room in the apartment complex.
“You alright?” she asked, glancing at you as she adjusted her grip on her bat. “You looked a little lost back there.”
You groaned, still catching your breath as you leaned against the cracked wall of the abandoned building. “I was assessing the situation.”
Jisu huffed out a quiet laugh, tilting her head. “Right. And by ‘assessing,’ you mean ‘standing there and waiting to get eaten’?”
You wanted to argue, but she wasn’t wrong. The monster had come out of nowhere, its grotesque form barely giving you time to react before it lunged. If it hadn’t been for Jisu, you wouldn’t be breathing right now.
She sighed, tossing her bat over her shoulder.
"you just need some practice, that's all." Her lips quirked into a smirk, but there was no malice in it. "but lucky for you, I’m feeling generous."
You frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“i'm gonna teach you how to fight,” she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"unless you wanna keep relying on me to swoop in and save your ass every time. not that I mind, but y’know….”
You rolled your eyes. “wow, thanks.”
Jisu grinned. “Come on, before I change my mind.”
Training with Jisu was… an experience. It started with the basics—stance, balance, how to throw a punch without looking like an idiot.
The first time you swung at her, she dodged effortlessly, barely even moving her feet.
“Oh no,” she teased. “I’m so scared.”
You huffed, adjusting your position. “I wasn’t ready.”
“uh-huh.” She crossed her arms, eyes twinkling with amusement. “try again, pretty."
You tried again. And again. And again. Each time, she either dodged or caught your wrist with minimal effort, like she wasn’t even trying.
By the time you were panting and frustrated, she finally sighed and stepped closer, grabbing your hand to reposition it properly.
“Relax,” she said, voice quieter now. “you’re too stiff. Fighting isn’t just about brute force. It’s about control.”
Her grip was firm but warm, and for a moment, you forgot what you were supposed to be doing.
“are you listening?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“uh huh.”
Jisu smirked knowingly. “sure you are.”
Days passed, and training became a routine. Jisu was relentless but never cruel. Every mistake was met with a snarky comment, but underneath the teasing, she was patient, making sure you got better little by little.
One evening, after a particularly grueling session, you collapsed onto the floor, groaning.
Jisu plopped down next to you, sighing dramatically. “Not bad today. Almost looked like you knew what you were doing.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You should,” she said, nudging your boot with hers. “I don’t hand those out often.”
You turned your head to look at her. For once, her expression wasn’t playful or teasing. it was thoughtful.
“Thanks,” you said quietly. “for teaching me.”
Jisu blinked, then scoffed. “don’t get all cheesy now. ”
You chuckled. “wouldn’t dream of it.”
She smirked, but there was a softness in her gaze that always made your chest feel a little lighter.
𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - i’m so sorry that this is so short but i’m really sick right now and can barely get out of bed so i hope this is enough!
𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚
on a quiet night by the shore, kang no-eul walks beside you, distant yet thoughtful. she has always struggled with expressing love, but tonight feels different. as the silence stretches, she finally speaks—revealing her fears, her hesitations, and, most importantly, her love for you.
the night was quiet except for the rhythmic crash of waves against the shore. a salty breeze drifted through the air, crisp and cool, carrying the faint scent of the ocean. overhead, the sky stretched endlessly, dusted with stars, the moon casting a soft silver glow over the water.
you walked beside kang no-eul, your girlfriend of several months, along the deserted beach. the sand beneath your feet was damp and firm, the tide rolling in and out in a gentle lullaby. it was peaceful—serene, even.
and yet, something in no-eul felt distant.
she wasn’t touching you, though that wasn’t unusual. she had never been the type to initiate physical affection, not in the way most couples did. even after months of being together, she was still hesitant, still careful, as if love was something fragile, something that might slip through her fingers if she wasn’t careful.
but there was something else tonight, too. a tension in her shoulders, a quiet weight in her silence. she was always quiet, always reserved, but this silence was different. it wasn’t the comfortable kind you had grown used to. it felt heavier, more uncertain.
the two of you had been walking for a while, side by side but not quite close enough to touch. she had been the one to suggest this: this late night walk, just the two of you, with nothing but the sea and the sky as witnesses. that alone had surprised you. she didn’t usually make plans like this.
that was the thing about her. she cared, but she showed it in ways that weren’t always obvious. she never said things like i miss you, but she would wait outside your workplace if you stayed too late, her excuse always something like, i was in the area. she didn’t shower you with compliments, but she remembered the smallest details—like how you took your coffee, or which songs made you smile, or which days you needed her the most.
so when she had asked if you wanted to go on a walk tonight, you had agreed without hesitation, even if you weren’t quite sure why she had suggested it.
now, as the two of you walked along the shoreline, the distant city lights flickering behind you, you wondered what was on her mind.
“no-eul?” you said finally, breaking the silence.
she didn’t respond right away. her dark eyes were fixed ahead, her expression unreadable, but you noticed the subtle way her fingers twitched in her pockets—like she was debating something.
then, after a long pause, she exhaled. “yeah?”
“you’ve been quiet,” you said gently.
she huffed a quiet laugh, but there was no real amusement in it. “i’m always quiet.”
“that’s true,” you admitted. “but this feels different.”
she didn’t say anything to that. instead, she kicked at the sand beneath her shoe, watching as the grains scattered in the wind.
you studied her, the way her jaw tightened slightly, the way her brows furrowed just enough to tell you that she was thinking—really thinking.
after a moment, she sighed.
“i don’t know how to do this,” she murmured.
you blinked. “do what?”
she hesitated. the wind picked up slightly, blowing strands of her dark hair across her face. she didn’t move to fix it. instead, she kept her gaze fixed on the horizon, as if it was easier to talk to the ocean than to you.
“this,” she said finally, her voice quiet but firm. “us.”
your chest tightened.
she turned her head slightly, just enough to glance at you, and for the first time that night, you saw something vulnerable in her expression. no-eul, who was always so composed, always so unreadable: she was uncertain.
“i mean, i know we’re together,” she continued, her fingers curling into her jacket pockets. “but i don’t know if i’m doing it right.”
you frowned. “no-eul…”
“i know i don’t do… the things people expect,” she interrupted, her voice steady but laced with something hesitant. “i don’t say the right things. i don’t—i’m not good at all that… romance stuff.”
your heart ached at the way she said it—like she had been thinking about this for a long time. like she genuinely believed she wasn’t enough.
“i don’t need you to be any certain way,” you told her softly. “i just need you.”
she exhaled, shaking her head slightly.
“i think about it a lot,” she admitted. “i see how easy it is for other people. the way they just… know what to do. and i wonder if i should be different. if i should try harder.”
she paused, and when she spoke again, her voice was quieter.
“i don’t know if i show you enough,” she murmured.
you felt your throat tighten.
“you do,” you whispered.
she let out a slow breath, like she wasn’t sure whether or not to believe you. then, hesitantly, she pulled her hand from her pocket and reached for yours. it was stiff at first—her fingers slightly awkward, uncertain. but when you curled your fingers around hers, she held on.
the two of you walked like that for a while, hand in hand, the waves brushing against the shore.
and then, after what felt like an eternity, she stopped walking.
she turned toward you, her grip tightening, and for the first time in months of being together, she looked nervous.
“i love you.” she said suddenly.
the words hung between you, heavy and real.
you sucked in a breath, eyes widening.
no-eul never said things she didn’t mean. she wasn’t careless with her words. if she said this—if she admitted this—it meant everything.
she swallowed, her gaze flickering away for a moment, as if she was afraid of your reaction. “i haven’t said it before because i didn’t know how,” she confessed. “and because… saying it makes it real. and real means it could be taken away.”
your chest ached at her honesty.
“no-eul…” you whispered.
she exhaled sharply, like she was frustrated with herself.
“but i do. i love you.”
you felt warmth flood your chest, emotions swelling so fast it nearly overwhelmed you. you reached up, cupping her face gently, and this time, she leaned into it.
her eyes met yours, dark and raw and vulnerable, and when you whispered…
“i love you too.”
…something in her cracked.
she pulled you into her arms, holding onto you tightly, like she was afraid you might slip away. you felt the way she clung to you, the way her breath trembled slightly against your shoulder. and for the first time, no-eul—the oh so stoic, composed no-eul—let herself feel.
you held her just as tightly, letting her know that love wasn’t something to be feared. that she didn’t have to be perfect at it. that just being here, just being her, was enough.
the waves crashed softly in the distance, the stars glittering above.
and under the quiet moonlight, kang no-eul let herself love you.
puppy love.. amusement park worker!kang no-eul x kindergarten teacher!reader
written by @yenyu1s ( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)
pairing(s) : kang no-eul x f!reader
contents : fluff/comfort! valentine's day special.
synopsis : kang no-eul wasn't really the romantic.
she had never bought gifts for anybody on any type of special occasion before—not even for their birthday! but you, you were her only exception.
wc : 2.67k
(a/n) happy valentines everybody! have this cute little drabble as a gift! (and compensation for my late posts :3c)
the classroom was quiet. a rare kind of silence, the kind that only came when the children were away—scattering into the hallways, their laughter and screams echoing like the remnants of a dream. moments ago, the room had been a whirlwind of energy. but now, it was peaceful, due to the sound of the lunch bell.
you typed away at your computer, the soft hum of the monitor was the only noise accompanying you.
you took a break from making worksheets for the kids to lean back at your squeaky office chair, your eyes half-lidded due to lack of sleep, leaving you caught between wakefulness and a dreamlike haze.
you tilted your head up, your sleepy eyes gazed at the red and pink heart origamis that were hung up by white yarn dangling from the classroom ceiling.
each of the origamis had hand-written note the kids had scribbled in to their loved ones, each inscribed with tiny, crooked letters.
your lips curled into a weak smile at the sight before your eyes shifted to the calendar at the far corner of the classroom.
february 14th.
it was valentines day, you hadn't gotten any sweet wishes from your girlfriend, no-eul. your phone still dim, no new messages from her.
you fiddled with your lanyard that hung low on your chest, your mind replayed the events of this very morning.
the sun had barely begun its ascent when you groggily stirred from sleep, arms instinctively reaching for warmth, you went to drape your arms around no-eul's neck..
..to your avail, you felt no warmth beside you, her side of the bed had been empty, just cold sheets.
you furrowed your brows at the uncanny sight, lazily picking yourself up, causing the delicate straps of your night gown to slip off your shoulders.
tip-toeing to the entrance of your shared bedroom, a faint rustling noise from outside caught your attention.
afraid you'd attract unwanted attention from the cause of the noise, you held your breath and slowly creaked open the door slightly so you could see what was going on outside.
there she was, your lover, standing by the kitchen counter, hurriedly packing her bags. her broad shoulders blocked your view, but you caught a glimpse of something familiar—the picnic basket you had thrifted together but never once used.
she tied up her combat boots, with swift, practiced movements. she throwed on her work jacket and tied her hair into a rushed ponytail before fastening her navy baseball cap.
not long after she disappeared into the other side of the apartment, she headed for the front door, leaving you dumbfounded. within moments, she was gone.
was she going to work already? no 'happy valentines day', nothing? not even a good morning?
you pouted as your grip loosened on the door frame, your big heart slowly chipping away, an aching feeling bloomed in your chest.
it might've been your first valentines together but you had high hopes for today, as you had always been accustomed to sharing love and kindness with others, especially with your significant other.
you sighed while starting to getting ready for a day at work, maybe the bright smiles on the kids' faces would make up a world of hurt.
you moped in your seat. your head was now on top of your desk, shielded by your arms.
you had missed no-eul so much especially on a day like this but you haven't heard a word from her since last night when she kissed you goodnight.
just as you were about to drown yourself in another round of sulking, the classroom door swung open. your work best friend and art teacher, kang mi-na, strutted in, holding a bouquet of white roses wrapped in newspaper, their petal tips kissed with deep maroon red.
you groaned in your seat, you felt your heart tighten at the sight of mi-na's bouquet that she was probably given to by her boyfriend. they were your favorite kind of roses too!
"go away mi-na! i'm in a bad mood, show off your valentines gift to someone else why don't you?" you sulked, tightening the latch on your lanyard, practically choking yourself.
mi-na scoffed, raising her eyebrow at your heartbroken condition, "first off all, stop whining! second, jun-hee called of sick today so i have nobody to flaunt my valentine's gift to, and lastly, these are not mines, these are for you."
you blinked, your stubborn demeanor slowly softened at her words, "for.. me? you got these for me?"
mi-na rolled her eyes at your obliviousness, placing the bouquet on the desk next to you. "no, silly! your special someone did." she wriggled her eyebrows suggestively.
your cheeks tinted bright pink, lips trembling into a weak, shy smile. "no-eul.. no-eul got me this?.." you whispered, cradling the bouquet of flowers on your arm, your fingers trailed the red gradient that painted the tip of the white roses. your bitter heart radiated warmth at the sight of pretty flowers.
"she dropped them off just before lunch, said to give them to you," mi-na continued. "she then ran off and hopped into that van of hers like she was on a mission. i think she's up to something."
a grin broke across your face, the dull ache in your heart replaced by something softer, sweeter.
as mi-na left the room, you turned your attention back to the bouquet, inhaling the delicate floral scent.
the tip of your fingers grazed the bouquet, a white envelope with a sparkly red wax stamp fluttered out of the array of roses, catching your attention.
carefully, you picked it up, handling it like something precious, something fragile. You slid your fingers beneath the seal, unfolding the paper inside. a single gift card slipped out—one for the beauty salon you had been wanting to visit for months.
your eyes skimmed over the handwritten note. no-eul’s handwriting was neat, a little sharp at the edges, just like her.
"i'm sorry i couldn't be there for you in the morning, angel.
i have so much planned for us today. make sure you keep your stomach empty and look pretty for me, yeah? when you're done, meet me at our spot. i'll wait for you.
love you forever. kang no-eul"
you felt the butterflies in your stomach erupt in a frenzy, your lips pressed together, trembling into a soft, love-drunk smile.
she hadn't forgotten, she had been planning something all along.
whatever no-eul had in store for you tonight—whether it was grand or simple—you knew one thing for certain.
you couldn't wait to spend the day with her.
you stepped out of the salon, fresh as a daisy.
a gentle breeze toyed with a curled strand of your hair, your manicured fingers raking through silken waves.
you sighed in contentment—had you ever felt this beautiful? a lovesick smile bloomed across your lips as you bounced on your toes, making your way to your final stop of the day.
no-eul had arranged for you both to meet at your special spot.
a secluded garden nestled deep within the local park, cradling a pristine, mirror-like lake. your little secret.
you both had stumbled there on your first date, and you mentioned to no-eul that it looked like a perfectly shaped heart, since then it has been deemed your sanctuary—a sacred place where only the two of you belonged.
as you followed the winding, uneven trail, the bouquet no-eul had gifted you remained cradled in your arms. along the way, kind-faced aunties on their evening strolls greeted you, their voices warm with affection.
“ah~ such a pretty young girl!”
“what’s the special occasion, honey?”
you giggled shyly at the aunties, giving them a kind smile and bowing. your heart swelling with their kindness.
a day that had begun gray and uneventful had transformed into something radiant, wrapped in warmth and companionship—all thanks to your gorgeous girlfriend.
your heels stepped and crunched on the loose thorns that scattered at the rusted white gates of the closed off garden, paying no attention to the yellow warning sign that screamed in bold, ‘RESTRICTED AREA’.
the gates screeched open due to its age, welcoming you home.
you finally set foot on the dewy, weed filled grass, carefully watching your step.
your gaze lifted to find no-eul’s back turned towards you, on the other side of the park, the lake distancing you both.
she was lost in her task, preparing a picnic for the two of you, crouched over the checkered blanket as she carefully arranged a spread of your favorite treats. her brows furrowed in concentration, determined to make everything perfect.
a soft chuckle escaped your lips before you crossed the field, slipping your arms around her waist from behind. no-eul's body tensed for just a moment before she sighed, melting into your embrace.
the bouquet slipped from in between your fingers, letting its petals fly away in the wind, twirling away like whispers of love.
"i love you." your honeyed voice made no-eul’s shoulders drop, her tension unraveling like thread as you rested your head against her back.
"hi, angel."
"do you love me back?"
she let out a breathy laugh at your words, her body turning around so she could rest her head on your shoulders, she lifted you ever so slightly just so she could have you straddling her lap.
"this whole picnic isn’t proof enough?" she whispered, lips brushing against your ear. from the crook of your neck, she stole glances at the serene lake behind you, the towering oaks, the golden spill of the afternoon sun. everything was perfect.
her slender fingers tucked your stray hair behind your ears, stilting your chin up so she could drink you in, “well don’t you look breath-taking.” she teased, leaning down so the tip of her nose would touch yours. her tough exterior slowly melting away just at your presence. you felt so special whenever you’re with no-eul.
your eyelashes fluttered against her cheek, a butterfly kiss that made her hum in contentment before pressing her lips to your temple.
you intertwined your fingers with hers, lifting her hand to your lips before pressing a delicate kiss to her palm.
"thank you, thank you for this. when did I get so lucky?" you murmured between kisses.
no-eul’s free hand cupped your cheek, her thumb tracing soft circles against your skin. "it’s funny… i only do these things for you."
your heart went fuzzy at her sweet, comforting words. your lips pressed into a thin line, pondering, if you even deserved no-eul.
you wrapped your arms around her neck, her lips brushing with yours, testing the waters, her touch made you shiver, sending electric shocks throughout your body.
just as you were about to get lost in your thoughts, a sharp bark echoed through the still air.
the sound made your head whip around in confusion. what was that?
no-eul was the first to spot the source—a tiny, black cocker spaniel prancing toward you through the field, a familiar, stray white petal resting perfectly atop its head.
the little creature stopped just before you, panting, its tail wagging wildly. and then, without hesitation, it leaped into both of your tangled laps, making you gasp.
“oh! oh my gosh!” you yelped, covering your mouth in shock, your expression quickly softening at the sight of the gorgeous puppy before ruffling the spaniel’s tangled black hair, “who are you?”
no-eul’s eyes widened in disbelief, her face twisting in irritation at the interruption.
“look, baby, it’s a puppy!” you cooed, your eyes flickering between the lovely surprise and your lover, “where did you come from?”
“okay, okay. you don’t want to get your hands dirty, now.” no-eul nagged, rolling her eyes at the puppy as she gently picked it up, placing it on the grassy patch beside you.
the spaniel refused to budge, staring up at you both with wide, pleading eyes.
“aww, oh, no-eul, it’s giving us the puppy eyes!” you whined, pouting your lips, shifting in your spot in no-eul’s lap, leaning your head against her chest. you picked up the puppy, its tails wagging when you did, and placed it on your lap.
“i can’t believe that creature is getting all the attention.” no-eul grumbled, fixing her cap before tightening her grip on your waist.
“it's cute! and don’t call it that!” you prodded, the tip of your fingers caressed the spaniel’s chin, the puppy whined in satisfaction.
“this date is supposed to be for us.”
"but what if we… kept it? baby? i've always wanted one, please?" you begged, stretching the last word, tilting your head up so no-eul’s nose rested in your hair, she inhaled your sweet-scented curls before sighing.
“no.” her voice stern, like it was her final decision.
“come on, please! it doesn’t have a collar whatsoever and it looks really sad whenever i let go!” you pestered, holding up the puppy so no-eul could meet its adorable face.
no-eul glared at the dog. her face unexpressive, unamused. a heated staring contest went on between the two, and then the spaniel flicked out its tiny tongue, licking no-eul’s chin.
her face scrunched in disgust.
"aww! look, it’s kissing you just like i do!" you giggled, pressing the puppy closer to her.
"okay, okay! stop it," she groaned, eyes squeezing shut as she felt the puppy's tongue trail up and down her face.
when she finally opened them again, her gaze softened as she took in your toothy grin—the one she never grew tired of. the golden haze of the afternoon cast its glow upon your face, the wind tousling your hair like a scene from a monet painting. it was in that moment where she realized, she loved you like it was breathing.
she sighed, reaching out to run her calloused fingers through your hair, mimicking your actions your actions of playing with the puppy’s fur.
for a while, she simply watched you—watched as you absentmindedly nibbled on a cracker before letting the puppy have a bite as well, the way you let the puppy nap in your lap, scolding her whenever she moved and disturbed its rest.
the sun started to set, it’s pink and orange gradient lit up the horizon, you gazed at the horizon in awe, though a twinge of sadness tugged at your heart, upset that the day had to end.
no-eul started packing up, gathering the blankets and tossing scraps into the woven basket. then, without a word, she scooped up the puppy and placed it inside, making sure it stays in its place.
your eyes widened at her actions, mouth agape, “are we.. are we keeping her?”
no-eul didn’t meet your gaze, pressing her lips into a thin line before nodding.
a squeal escaped your lips before you pounced on her, wrapping your arms and legs around her in sheer delight. no-eul stumbled, her grip on the basket loosening as the puppy tumbled out onto the grass, firm hands settled on your thighs as you smashed your lips on hers.
the kiss was effortless, weightless—like cotton candy dissolving on the tongue. no-eul melted into you, forehead pressed together, her arms winding tighter around your waist, as if afraid you’d slip away.
the world around you blurred and disappeared as your lips molded, body flushed together. she let your legs dangle off, twirling you in the crisp evening air.
you both pulled away, breathless, looking into each other’s eyes.
your fits of giggles broke the silence, showing off your teeth as you smiled, kissing the tip of no-eul’s freckled nose. “best valentine’s gift ever.”
“what? the kiss or your new fuzzy friend?” she joked, a rare smile appeared on her face.
you hummed, in fake contemplation, “hmm, both.”
no-eul kissed her teeth before gently putting you down, picking up the tiny puppy in her hands and setting her back inside the basket, her free hand was placed on the small of your back, leading you towards the entrance of the garden, "the things i would do for you." she shook her head.
ׄ︶⊹︶⏝ׄ ㅤ abusive relationship, toxic Noeul, she hits you, open ending! 🪼𓈒𓏸
It had been five months since you broke up with your abusive girlfriend, No-eul. You had fought to leave, struggled to deny your feelings for her, but you just loved her too much.
“Who was she?!” No-eul yelled, following you around the house. You grabbed your jacket and quickly threw it on, still searching for your keys. “I’m telling you, she’s a work friend! I asked her to drive me home today!” you yelled as you knelt in front of your nightstand to retrieve your house keys.
You quickly stuffed the keys into your coat pocket and stood up just as No-eul pinned you to the wall. “Cut the fucking crap!” Your eyes widened as she yelled at you, a familiar rage flashing in her eyes. No-eul wasn’t great at managing her anger issues, and this was all too typical for you. You wriggled in her grasp as she tightened her hold, “Y/N… don’t make me say it again.”
“I’m telling the fucking truth—!” you started, but her hand struck your face. Stunned, you looked at the floor, letting your hair fall over your face as you touched the growing red mark. “Don’t fucking cuss at me,” she demanded, but you finally managed to push her weight off. In a hurry, you left the shared bedroom—one that seemed to grow smaller by the minute—and stepped out of the apartment.
Yet, you couldn’t shake the thought that the slap felt like a kiss…
Leaving your home wasn’t difficult; as a known singer, you had plenty of money. What troubled you was leaving No-eul. You had loved her deeply, but you couldn’t endure any more of her abuse.
Now, you found yourself backstage for your headlining show at Coachella. You checked your outfit in the mirror and took the microphone from your manager. “You’re up in 30 seconds!” she yelled. Excitement bubbled within you; performances were a fantastic way to distract yourself, and you always enjoyed them. As the entrance opened, you stepped onto the stage, greeted by the audience chanting your name and screaming.
“HELLO COACHELLA!” you yelled with an amused smile. The crowd roared back, cheering you on as the intro to your first song began. What you hadn’t expected was to see a very familiar face in the crowd. Your gaze lingered a moment too long on the smirking figure watching you like you were prey.
“She hurt me and it felt like true love,” you sang seductively into the microphone, maintaining direct eye contact with No-eul. “We could go back to New York…
Loving her was really hard.”
a/n: why did I cook chat… ALSO HOW THE HELL DO I MAKE MY ONESHOTS LONGER THEYRE ALWAYS SO SHORT??
𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 — part 1 here! this was requested by @lyzem
𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚
you tell yourself it’s just a casual meet-up, not a real date. but as you steal glances at the door, waiting for her to show up, your heart betrays you. whether you admit it or not, this feels like the start of something different—something that matters.
you wake up with an unusual lightness in your chest. it’s tuesday. the day of your… well, date. if you can even call it that. you shake your head, heat creeping into your face as you rush through your morning routine. there’s no point in overthinking it. you’re just meeting up with a customer—one who happens to be unfairly gorgeous, frustratingly mysterious, and possibly interested in you. maybe.
by the time you arrive at the coffee shop, the usual morning rush is in full swing. you slip into your routine with ease, taking orders, steaming milk, and pouring hot shots of espresso. but no matter how busy you keep yourself, your mind drifts back to one thing—one person.
sae-byeok.
she said she’d come back today. she promised.
the hours drag on, each moment stretching painfully long. you keep glancing at the door, waiting for the familiar jingle of the bell, but every time, it’s someone else: a regular, a group of students, an elderly couple. not her.
by noon, doubt begins to creep in. maybe she changed her mind. maybe she was just being polite. maybe—
the bell chimes.
you turn, heart beating out of your chest.
and there she is.
sae-byeok steps inside, dressed in dark jeans and an oversized hoodie, her hands stuffed tightly into her pockets. her gaze flicks around the shop before landing on you, and for a second, neither of you move. the corners of her lips twitch ever so slightly—acknowledgment, familiarity.
you quickly shake off your nerves, plastering on a casual smile as you approach the counter.
“let me guess,” you say, tilting your head. “iced americano. no sugar.”
she exhales softly—almost a laugh—and nods. “you learn fast.”
you chuckle, reaching for a cup. “what can i say? i’m a quick study.”
as you prepare her drink, you feel her eyes on you. unlike yesterday, she doesn’t look away when you glance back. instead, she holds your gaze, studying you with that same quiet intensity. it makes your pulse race, but you force yourself to focus, carefully adding ice to her cup before handing it over.
sae-byeok takes it, fingers brushing against yours for the briefest moment. it’s nothing—just an accident, just skin against skin—but somehow, it sends a shiver down your spine.
she lingers by the counter, doesn’t leave like yesterday. instead, she hesitantly shifts her weight.
“i, um…” she starts, then clears her throat. “are you still free after your shift?”
your heart stutters.
she remembered.
you nod, trying to hide the grin creeping up your face. “yeah. i get off at four.”
she looks satisfied with that answer, giving a small nod.
“i’ll wait.”
when you don’t respond right away, her cheeks flush. “i mean, um, only if you want to. i wouldn’t want to, like, force you or…. yeah.”
your eyes widen as you quickly shake your head.
“no, no! i do want to! sorry, i was just—uh—thinking.”
and just like that, she moves to her usual spot by the window, settling in with her drink.
the rest of your shift is torture. not because of the work, no, that part is fine. it’s because every time you glance over, she’s there. sitting quietly, sipping her drink, her presence impossibly distracting.
finally—finally—four o’clock arrives. you clock out in record time, tossing your apron aside before making your way over to her table.
“ready to go?” you ask, voice a little breathless.
she looks up at you, eyes scanning your face as if searching for something. then, slowly, she stands. “yeah.”
the two of you step outside, the crisp afternoon air wrapping around you. for a moment, there’s silence. neither of you seem to know what to say, but surprisingly, it’s not awkward. it’s… comfortable.
sae-byeok gestures toward the sidewalk. “um, there’s a park nearby.”
you nod in approval. “sounds nice.”
as you start walking together, your steps naturally fall into sync. the tension from your first meeting has softened, replaced by something lighter, easier. and as the sun begins to dip below the horizon, casting the world in it’s golden glow, you realize something:
this isn’t just a date.
it’s the beginning of something more.
the walk to the park is quiet, but not in an awkward way. every so often, you steal a glance at the girl next to you, watching as the golden evening light catches in her dark hair and highlights the freckles dusted across her cheeks. she seems lost in thought, eyes fixed ahead, hands stuffed into the pockets of her hoodie.
you wonder if she’s nervous. you definitely are.
when you finally reach the park, it’s peaceful—mostly empty, aside from a few people walking their dogs or jogging along the gravel paths. the air is cool, tinged with the scent of grass and the distant aroma of street food from a nearby restaurant.
she slows her pace, tilting her head slightly. “want to sit?”
you nod, following her over to a bench beneath a large oak tree. the branches stretch high above, leaves rustling calmingly in the breeze. she sits first, and for a second, you hesitate before taking place beside her. close enough to feel the warmth of her presence, but not quite touching.
a beat of silence passes.
then, she exhales, shifting slightly. “so… do you always ask customers on dates, or am i just special?”
you blink, caught completely off guard. heat rushes to your face as you let out an awkward laugh. “what? no! i mean, you are special! but, uh, i don’t usually—” you stop yourself, cringing at your own fumbling. “god, that was such a bad answer.”
to your relief, she lets out a soft chuckle, barely audible, but there. when you glance over, you catch the faintest trace of amusement tugging at the corner of her lips.
“i was just messing with you,” she says, voice quieter now. “you’re easy to fluster.”
you groan, covering your face with your hands. “yeah, yeah, laugh it up.”
and then, she actually does laugh. it’s short, almost hesitant, like she’s not used to doing it. but it’s real. the sound is soft, airy—enough to make your heart stutter in your chest.
when you lower your hands, she’s watching you. her expression is unreadable, but her gaze lingers, eyes flickering across your face like she’s memorizing every detail. it makes you nervous. makes you feel seen in a way you’re not sure you’ve ever been before.
you clear your throat, looking away.
“so, uh… what do you do? besides intimidating baristas with intense eye contact?”
sae-byeok hums, leaning back against the cold bench. “i work. a lot.”
you nod, waiting for her to continue. when she doesn’t, you press.
“doing what?”
she hesitates, fingers curling around the fabric of her hoodie. then, with a small shrug, she says, “whatever pays.”
there’s something guarded in the way she says it, like she’s holding something back. that’s when you notice that she even seems a little embarrassed, so you don’t push. instead, you offer a small smile. “sounds tiring.”
she exhales through her nose. “it is.”
a comfortable silence settles between you again. the sky above fades into a soft blend of pink and orange, the sun lowering with every passing minute.
then, suddenly, she speaks. “and you?”
you blink, caught off guard. “me?”
she nods. “what do you do? other than making iced americanos and—” she pauses, a teasing glint in her eyes. “…staring at customers like they’re some kind of unsolvable puzzle.”
your face burns. “i was not staring.”
she rises her eyebrows doubtfully and you surrender. “okay, maybe i was staring.”
she turns to look at you, an amused sparkle in her eyes. “why?”
you open your mouth, then close it again, scrambling for an answer that doesn’t make you sound ridiculous. “i don’t know,” you admit, fidgeting with your hair. “you just… looked really pretty in the sunlight.”
she freezes.
you almost don’t notice, but when you do, panic bubbles up your chest. was that too much? too soon?
but before you can backtrack, she shifts, looking down at her shoes. “oh.”
just that. one small word, barely audible. but in the dim light, you catch it—the faint pink dusting her cheeks, the way she bites the inside of her cheek like she’s trying not to smile.
your heart stumbles over itself.
a few minutes later, she speaks again—quieter this time.
“i liked it.”
you frown. “um, liked what?”
she exhales, shaking her head like she can’t believe she’s saying this. “what you said. about the sunlight.”
a relieved warmth spreads through your chest. you try to fight the smile tugging at your lips but fail miserably.
“good,” you say softly. “because i meant it.”
she doesn’t respond. not verbally, at least. but her hand drifts slightly, brushing against yours as you sit there. and this time, she doesn’t pull away.
the sun has almost completely set by the time you and sae-byeok make your way back toward the entrance of the park. the air is colder now and the streetlights are beginning to flicker on.
neither of you seem eager to leave.
you walk a little slower, letting the last moments of the evening stretch out just a bit longer. every now and then, your hands brush, but neither of you acknowledge it. it’s comfortable, this quiet space between you—something unspoken but understood.
when you finally reach the sidewalk, you hesitate, turning to face her. “so…” you start, rocking on your heels. “this was nice.”
she nods, wrapping her arms around her waist. “yeah.” there’s a pause, and then, softer, “i had a good time.”
your heart does a backflip. “me too.”
for a second, it looks like she wants to say something else, but instead, she glances down and bites her lip.
the soft glow of the streetlights catches on her dark eyes, making them stand out even more, and you suddenly feel so fond of the girl in front of you that it’s almost laughable.
before you can stop yourself, you speak.
“would you… want to do this again?”
her eyes flick up to yours, surprised—but not in a bad way. a small, almost shy smile appears on her lips. “yeah. i would.”
you grin, warmth blooming in your chest. “cool. um, great. that’s… yeah.” you let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head at yourself. “sorry, i’m terrible at this.”
she huffs out a quiet laugh. “me too.”
you stand there for another moment, neither of you quite ready to walk away. but eventually, she shifts. she takes a small step back, though she seems disappointed about having to do it.
“i should get going.”
you nod, even though you don’t want the night to end. “right. yeah. me too.”
she hesitates, just for a second, then glances around as if checking for anyone nearby. when she’s sure you’re alone, she leans in just slightly, close enough that you can feel the warmth of her presence. her thumb brushes over your cheek gently. it’s not a kiss, not even a hug: just something quiet and intimate, like a secret meant only for you.
then, with one last look—one that lingers just a little too long—she turns and starts walking away.
you watch her go, your heart thudding in your chest, and just before she disappears around the corner, she glances back. it’s quick. barely a second. but it’s enough.
as you finally turn to leave, a huge, unstoppable smile spreads across your face.
midnight fiction.. shy!loser!kang no-eul x sweetheart!popular girl!reader
written by @yenyu1s ( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)
pairing(s) : kang no-eul x f!reader
contents : high school au! fluff/comfort, black cat x orange cat, no-eul & reader being unfathomably inlove with each other! maybe ooc since this is an au?
synopsis : in a world where you effortlessly blend into the crowd—finding comfort in your friends circling you with laughter, whispered secrets, and the hum of fleeting trends—your gaze always drifts toward her.
kang no-eul.
she was quiet, reserved, a storm hidden beneath still waters. she moves through life untouched, yet something about her pulls you in, an invisible thread weaving your fate with hers.
you never thought she noticed you. never realized she felt the same—until the day you uncovered the truth buried between the pages of her junk journal.
(a/n) NOT PROOFREAD YET GUYS <3 i love kang no-eul sm someone hold me down
the morning sun kissed your skin, tracing the curves and contours of your form with golden light. you were seated in your usual spot beside your dearest friends, talking about nothing and everything at the same time.
you had always been the center of attention.
your eyes would flitter around the small crowd that formed around you, lashes fluttering as you drank in the latest whispers of gossip, covering your face and snickering at the joke one of the guys had pulled.
yet, despite the adoration everybody had towards you, despite the countless amount of praise you get, your mind would always wander off, your brain gets fuzzy, your friends chatter around you blurred into white noise.
your eyes would always find her.
kang no-eul.
no-eul was nothing short of the quiet, reserved kid. the girl who lived in the awkward spaces between conversations, she kept to her self, but she still managed to be kind to everybody— even though her kindness wasn't really repaid, all the while keeping her guard up.
your friends weren't too fond of her. they were nicer than most people no-eul had encounter but they'd glare at you then narrow their gaze to no-eul every time you greeted her in the morning.
—
"morning, no-eul!" you beamed, your eyes crinkled with amusement at the sight of the disheveled, tired girl frozen in the doorway.
no-eul stood there, stunned. as if she couldn’t quite believe that greeting was meant for her. the tips of her ears flushed a deep crimson, she croaked a weak 'hi' at you, before shuffling to her seat.
"since when were you close to kang no-eul?" one of your friends pressed, curiosity gleaming in their eyes. you just shot her a knowing smile and shrugged.
your friend wasn’t satisfied. they leaned in, lowering their voice as if sharing some great secret. "i don’t know… she’s odd."
—
you never hesitated to scold your friends when they were unkind to others, but the girls outside your friend group were a whole different story.
no-eul would pass by you in the hallways, her eyes glued to the ground in shame whenever she saw them trailing behind you.
in class, those said girls would answer the teacher’s questions before no-eul could even part her lips.
one day, during passing period, you finally witnessed firsthand just how cruel those girls could be.
—
you stepped into the bathroom just as the group of girls swept out, their laughter still echoing against the tiles. you beelined to the only stall in the bathroom that was occupied.
the last bathroom booth door swung open. she flinched at the looming shadow cast over her. but when she lifted her eyes, she found no cruelty there—only worry, raw and unguarded.
"no-eul!" your voice cracked as you dropped to your knees right in front of her, the feeling of your kneecaps hitting the cold tiles sent a jolt throughout your body.
your hands fumbled or the nearest roll of toilet paper. "who did this to you..?"
your fingers worked in frantic desperation, dabbing at her soaked uniform, her cold cheeks, as if wiping away the water could erase the hurt. but her silence, her downcast eyes, told you everything.
no-eul just sat there, perched atop the closed toilet lid without a word, head hung low in shame, her hands curled into fists on her lap.
—
there was always something about her that drew you in, you've always asked yourself why.
was it because you both were total polar opposites?
was it the way her soft, raven hair that barely kissed the nape of her neck, dancing in the cold breeze of the morning air made your heart leap?
maybe it's how her pretty chapped lips pursed in concentration and her gaze half-lidded as she lost herself in thought?
the way she would wear a lopsided smirk, showing off her toothy grin whenever your history teacher made a dumb joke?
she'd always sit exactly right behind you, her presence a quiet shadow, her best friend gyeong-seok right next to her. but he was more intrigued by the pages in between his sketchbook rather than his desperate, lovesick friend.
—
the school bell rang, signaling that it was time for lunch break. no-eul practically stumbled out of her desk, her grip firm on gyeong-seok as she practically dragged the artist to the school's rooftop.
that’s where she told him.
"you're in love with who..?"
she confessed in fragments, recounting everything she felt towards you—how she's felt this feeling deep down ever since high-school started, how she caught herself staring too long, how her pulse raced whenever she was assigned to work with you, how she found herself doing things she would never do for anyone else.
she basically moped all day after venting to the artist, complaining how you were 'too out of her league' and 'wouldn't notice someone like her'.
boy, was she wrong.
no-eul was nothing like you. even though she had always stayed true to her feelings, she was physically and emotionally unable to express them—the words always caught in her throat, weighed down by hesitation.
so instead, she expressed them in quieter ways—subtle, almost imperceptible. a lingering glance. a touch that lasted a second too long. a presence that was always near, even if she never said why.
—
the first semester of junior year had been hard on you, you felt like your mind was going in circles with all of the schoolwork you had piled up, frustration clawing at the edges of your patience.
no-eul noticed your harsh scowl, you tried to make sense of the question on the physics paper, your pen skated through the parchment in desperate, nonsensical attempts at answers. your brows knit together, as the gears in your head try to turn.
a thought brewed in no-eul's mind. she wasn’t one to offer help freely—usually. she’d toss her notes to whoever asked, letting them fend for themselves.. but something urged her to actually teach you.
you were deep in thought, your hands gripped the strands of your hair when a sharp screech of metal against tile jolted you from your trance, no-eul's chair dragged right next to you.
your eyes slowly turned to the tall figure standing next to you, her desk chair was still held close to her, "no-eul?"
"i- uh.. sorry, i should've asked first.. do you need any help?" she stuttered, setting her chair right beside you, its impact made a loud scraping noise that made her squeeze her eyes in grimace.
your heart swelled at her pathetic attempt on trying to assist you. you nodded eagerly with a smile at the offer, from then on, whenever you're struggling with any subjects, no-eul would be there to help.
you'd purposely get some questions wrong, ask questions you already know the answer to, just to feel her fingertips accidentally brush against yours as she guided you toward the right answer.
—
unlike no-eul, the moment you realized your feelings—when the pieces clicked into place and the weight of your affection settled in your chest—you didn’t shy away. you didn’t overthink or hesitate. instead, you showed your interest by acting on it.
"no-eul-ah! the school's anniversary festival is coming up soon, do you want to spend the day together?" you asked, hope gleamed in your eyes as you gripped the edge of her desk, leaning towards her.
safe to say, no-eul short circuited at the question, her brain stalled, staring at you for what seems like eternity in disbelief. how could you.. always oh so effortlessly charming, a beacon of warmth in a wave of ordinary—asked her, of all people?
the classroom fell into silence. your friend group, along with a few curious classmates, had already turned their full attention to the unfolding scene, watching with barely concealed interest.
no-eul's stomach twisted. was this okay? was this safe? would this—whatever this was—somehow taint your untouchable reputation?
you batted your lashes in anticipation, when it took her a second longer to respond, you started chewing on your lip. maybe you had just embarrass yourself..
"oh, um, it's okay.. i'll let you think about it..!" you smiled weakly, fidgeting with the edge of your manicured nails, your eyes glued to the floor tiles as you turned on your heel, retreating back to your seat.
no-eul grasped your forearm, pulling you back. firm yet hesitant. afraid that the opportunity to get to know you better would slip away.
"wait." her voice was low and breathy. enough to make your heart stutter. "i want to go to the festival with you."
"i would.. love to go to the festival with you."
—
no-eul had only ever dreamed of being so close to you.
you, ever the social butterfly, were always surrounded by friends, laughter, and effortless conversation. no-eul never had the chance to truly talk to you—not in a way that mattered. not in a way where it was just the two of you, without the noise, without the watching eyes.
so when the festival finally came, you were hand in hand with a very nervous kang no-eul, strolling through the vibrant bazaar.
the air buzzed with laughter and excitement, the stalls adorned with patterned tarps, fluttering banners, and balloons swaying gently in the breeze.
as you both enjoyed each others company, you were reminded that you are well-known among the other classes aswell, and lingering stares followed you both. whispers of curiosity hung in the air, no doubt intrigued by the unexpected sight of such an unlikely pair.
no-eul was definitely self-conscious about herself, constantly checking in on you, asking if you were alright—if you were comfortable. it was in her nature to worry, to overthink, especially in unfamiliar environments like this. she would usually either stay back at home at free days like this or visit the local library with gyeong-seok, but she couldn't pass up the opportunity to go on a cute date with her painfully cliché high-school crush!
you opted for cute snacks the sophomores were selling as a way to fund their upcoming field-trip. you gushed to no-eul how much you missed doing fundraisers like that last year, reminiscing about the chaos of baking sales and last-minute poster-making as you both share a cookie bomb sundae.
no-eul was more of a listener rather than a talker, she loved how excited you get talking about the things you adored. conversation ran smoothly between you two the initial awkwardness melting away like the last remnants of your shared sundae now that the ice is slowly breaking.
—
"no-eul, look! carnival games!" you squealed, excitement bubbling over as you rushed over the lively, red-and-white circus tent that the seniors were running.
it was a shooting game—aim at the center of the moving rubber ducky four times, and you win a giant plushie.
you gawked at the periwinkle-purple bunny that hung high above the stand, its oversized, glittery eyes practically begging you to take it home.
"i'll try!" you smiled at the attendee. determination settling in.
"what?" no-eul blinked, watching you slap a wad of money on the counter.
a basketful of paintball ammo was slid towards you, 8 chances.
you gulped at the sight of the paintball gun, suddenly feeling the weight of reality settle on your shoulders. you had never handled one before.
"gosh, i'm going to embarrass myself!" you whined, fumbling while filling in the gun with ammo.
no-eul stayed silent, her expression unreadable— before she gave you a reassuring smile before tucking a strand of your hair that covered your vision back.
"stay focused, yeah?"
your breath hitched, your cheeks were tinted with the softest shade of pink, your heart felt warm at the sudden touch. you nodded at her, your eyes still bore onto her espresso-brown ones before turning your gaze back at the rapidly moving ducks.
1.. missed.
2.. missed again.
3.. another one?
4.. okay you were bad at this.
you turned back to no-eul with an awkward, shy smile. ready for her to laugh at you like your friends would usually do when you mess up these silly little games.
but no.
"may i?" no-eul’s voice was gentle, yet firm. she gently removed the paintball gun from your hands without a word, letting herself handle it and get into position.
4 paintballs left.
1.. hit
2.. another hit.
3.. bullseye.
4..
..you walked off the stand, grinning from ear to ear at your new periwinkle bunny best friend clutched tightly to your chest.
as you both wandered through the festival, your excitement was impossible to contain. no-eul could feel your gaze on her, the way you kept glancing up at her with starry eyes, your voice bubbling over with giddy little' thank you''s to her, satisfied with your prize.
"yeah, yeah, you're cute. just stop smiling at me like that." she teased, a weak, dumb smirk plastered across her face.
"where did you learn to shoot like that?" you queried her innocently, only squeezing her arm tighter.
"..that's a story for another day." no-eul glanced at you, her smirk widening ever so slightly, a flicker of pride in her eyes—pleased that she was the reason behind your bright smile.
you both ended the day in front of the outdoor stage, the sun melting into the horizon, painting the sky in hues of gold and indigo.
principal young-il announced today's successful fundraiser, where the sophomore kids had raised enough money to fund their long-awaited school field-trip. ending the day with celebratory fireworks.
"i.. really liked spending time with you today." no-eul admitted, the tip of her freckled nose twitch in the cold air. a small, playful smile played on her lips.
your heart swole at the confession. this might've been the most fun you've had since forever. "you did?" you asked, your voice soft, almost hesitant—like you didn’t want to startle the moment away.
no-eul just smiled at you, her eyes half-lidded. a raw, pure emotion hid underneath her tired eyes. "i just wish we could.. spend time with each other more, like this."
"hmm." you hummed in agreement, relishing the warmth of the night despite the cool breeze, "well.. why don't we?"
the first firework bloomed in a burst of gold. the glow illuminated her features—her sharp yet delicate eyes, the faint dusting of freckles across her nose, the barely-there flush creeping up her cheeks.
"would you like.. to?.." the short-haired girl asked shyly, earning an airy giggle from you.
"of course, no-eul." you cooed, turning your body to face her. "i would love to spend time with you and get to know you."
no-eul mimicked your movements, turning her full body towards you. her eyebrows furrowed, her lips curled into a familiar frown— worry plastered across her face.
you gently took her hands in yours, fingertips grazing against her palm in a quiet reassurance. "i know what you're thinking.. i don't care what my friends think, what other people think. what i think.. is that if they got to know you better.. they'll understand while i like you."
a second firework erupted, however it was not the one that lit up the evening sky, it was one close to no-eul's heart. she adored how you could understand her so quickly, how you could make all her worries disappear in a second.
no-eul brought up your intertwined hands to her face, soothing herself with your touch before planting a sweet kiss on top of your knuckles.
"thank you.. for understanding me."
you hummed in response, a small exhale escaping your lips. you tilted your head up to the sky, the fireworks reflected in your eyes, shimmering like tiny nebulas, and no-eul couldn’t help but stare.
the noise of the festival seemed distant now, fading into a blur of laughter and chatter. here, in this fleeting moment, it was just the two of you.
you felt something unspoken between the two of you, words teetering in the tip of your tongue that needed to be put out, but you both decided to let the silence speak for itself.
after a long day, you come home expecting silence, but instead, you find sae-byeok waiting, candlelight flickering around her. she’s never been one for romance, but tonight, she’s trying. and that means everything.
you trudged up to your doorstep after a long, exhausting day at work, the cool night air weaving through your hair. the rhythmic crunch of the pavement beneath your feet was the only sound accompanying you in the quiet of the night. you sighed, already picturing your girlfriend, kang sae-byeok, curled up in bed like usual, fast asleep by the time you got home.
rubbing your tired eyes, you unlocked the door, anticipation of seeing her warming you despite the chilly breeze outside. you unlock the door and step inside. while taking off your coat, you call out from the hallway.
“sae, i’m home!”
silence.
frowning, you kick off your shoes and make your way into the living room—only to stop dead in your tracks.
the entire room is bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, flickering shadows dancing across the walls. in the middle of it all stands sae-byeok, a red rose in her hand, her expression unreadable.
she shifts uncomfortably, eyes darting to the floor as she fidgets with the sleeves of her sweater. “...hi,” she mumbles, voice barely above a whisper.
your breath hitches as you took in the scene, heart pounding with disbelief. she has done all this? for you?
sae-byeok has never been the type for grand gestures—she’s awkward with affection, hesitant, always unsure of how to express what she feels. and yet, here she is, standing in the middle of a room she’s carefully decorated, waiting for you.
your mouth falls open.
“i… uh, i’ve got dinner ready.” her voice is soft, tinged with uncertainty and your heart swells. there she stands, a little stiff, hands clasped in front of her. her eyes dance around the room as if she’s bracing for your reaction. your gaze traces her features—the adorable, countless freckles on her cheeks, her messy hair that she always wears so effortlessly… but tonight, there is something more: a hint of vulnerability. a hint of nervousness that makes your heart ache for her.
“you made all this?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.
her cheeks flush a little as she nods, stepping forward, but her eyes don’t meet yours.
“i, uh… wanted to do something nice for you. i know i’m not good with… the usual romantic stuff, but…i thought this would be okay?” she trails off, waiting for your response.
your lips curl into a smile.
“i love it,” you reply, your voice tender. “i love it so much.”
her eyes shift slightly, a look of surprise flickering across her face. “really?”
“really.” you say, stepping closer to her. “i love that you did this for me. it’s perfect.”
you can the see the walls around her starting to ease, her posture softening as she lets out a small, relieved chuckle.
“i wasn’t sure if you’d like it. i, uh… wasn’t sure if i was doing it right,” she admitted, her voice still small but now filled with more warmth. you gently reach out to touch her arm. she looks down at your hand for a moment before she lets out a small breath and meets your eyes.
“i just… i wanted to give you something special.”
you smile. “you’ve already given me something special by just being here. i don’t need anything else.”
for a moment, you both stand there, simply looking at each other. then, sae-byeok smiles—a small, hesitant smile, but it makes your heart flutter all the same.
“okay… but maybe we can eat now?” she says with a quiet laugh. you chuckle and nod as you sit down at the table, but not before pressing a quick kiss on her cheek. the warmth of her skin lingers on your lips. she shuffles off to the table, her steps a little too quick, as if she can’t quite figure out where to put her nervous energy. you can’t help but smile at how endearing she is.
the table is perfect. the dim glow the candle casts soft shadows, and the food—well, the food is certainly… interesting. it’s the most random combination of food you’ve ever seen. sae-byeok has never been much of a cook, and it shows. you look at the assortment of dishes that don’t go together at all: some overcooked, others with a strangely questionable texture. but as you look closer, realization hits you.
every single dish is something you’ve mentioned loving in the past.
she remembered.
she settles across from you at the table, still fiddling with the hem of her sweater, unsure of what to say. you can’t help but laugh softly, breaking the silence.
“you know, you don’t have to be so nervous around me.” you say, reaching out to intertwine your fingers with hers. “i’m your girlfriend. i’m not going anywhere. you’ve got me, always.”
her hand squeezes yours tightly. “i’m… glad. i just want to make you happy,” she says, her voice soft.
“you already do.” you whisper.
there’s a long pause before she finally speaks up again, her voice quieter than before. “i… i like being with you. a lot.”
you lean forward, planting a sweet kiss on her lips. she relaxes into the touch.
“thank you for tonight,” you whisper against her skin. “it means more to me than you’ll ever know.”
she smiles—an unguarded, genuine smile that makes you blush. “i’m just glad you like it.”
and so, the night passed. the two of you sat there, savoring the quiet comfort of each other’s presence. there were no grand speeches, no sweeping gestures. but in that simple moment, sae-byeok’s efforts felt so much more meaningful than any of those things. and in that stillness, you realized she had already given you all you could ever want.
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