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minkkumaz · 1 year

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WHAT'S THE ANSWER FOR ME + YOU?

although woonhak was deemed the golden boy of your school, he lacked in academics. when he goes to the pretty girl (whom also has a tad bit of a crush on him) in the library for math help, how'd he know you'd be this cute?

PAIRING kim woonhak x fem!reader WC 1.1k TAGS adults dni. so much fluff it hurts. mutual pining. OMI NOTE my sweet boy omg i love writing for him. tbh i wrote this as a distraction for the other woonhak fic i started oops. not proofread sorry for mistakes hehe

november was cloudy, as if the sun was too shy to peek over the soft blankets that covered the sky. despite the dreariness, his spirit was always there. kim woonhak was the golden boy of your academy. the school’s star athlete, good at winning over hearts and games.

though he had far from perfect grades, he was good at getting away with an f every now and then. however this wasn’t the most ideal.

sometimes you sat inside of the library, taking in the smell of new books. you had no practical reason to be there, but the quiet environment was good enough for you. you weren’t used to the popularity scene like he was. and though everything in your heart was telling you to talk to him, you just couldn’t.

that specific day, you settled on the floor with your back against the hard books. notebooks, pencils, and a laptop was sprawled out everywhere, but not so much that people couldn’t walk past you. you had an immense headache from cramming in an assignment last minute. because of this, you hardly noticed the body that was towering over you, until he spoke.

“hey! your name is y/n, right?” his voice was alluring like honey dripping down your throat, and a striped cardigan draped over his messily buttoned shirt and slightly loose tie.

but in that moment you froze. admiring him for so long wasn’t considered as practice for actually talking to him.

“hi, yes! um, am i in your way?” you hurry to scoot away but he hesitantly places a hand on your shoulder to stop you.

“no not at all!” he tells you anxiously. in his mind he was thinking you were much prettier in person.

“then what’s up?” you felt small in comparison to his large figure.

“the counselor sent me over to you actually! she said i’d find you here.” he explained, “i need someone to tutor me.”

“you need a tutor?” you questioned with a confused expression on your face.

“yeah.. they’re going to pull me out of basketball if i don’t get my math grade up. and a little birdie told me you were one of the best.” he grinned at you happily and held his hand out for you to get up.

“oh! well i think i have some time right now. i just finished my assignment so you’re in luck.” you quickly grab your things and shove them into your bag before taking his hand.

the touch of his hand on yours made the both of you blush, swiftly pulling away after you were on your feet. you followed behind him to one of the nearest tables, setting your things down beside you before taking a seat.

“so ahm, what specifically were you needing help with?” you ask, pulling out your math notebook and flipping through the chapters.

“literally everything! like how do you even add exponents with different bases?” he whined next to you, letting his head fall onto the desk.

“no i totally get how that can be tricky!” you laugh, “here i’ll write down an example.”

conversation throughout the rest of the study session flowed smoothly. despite it being your first proper interaction, he knew how to make you smile.

a stupid joke here and then, sometimes a wink, or his hand grazing slightly against yours. what were you even saying?

meeting up became more frequent between the two of you. it came to the point where you met every tuesday and thursday for the remainder of the month. he wasn’t difficult to teach, but there were time’s he’d zone out in the middle of your mini lesson.

you wondered what went on in his mind, but every part of you wanted to hope you were the one he thought about.

“woon! are you even listening to me?” you frown, snapping your fingers infront of the boy.

“yes yes, i’m sorry i’m just a little sidetracked today.” he sighs, scribbling nothings onto his paper.

“we have our math exam next week and you’ve been doing so much better than when we met for the first time. you can’t be lacking on me now!” you pout at him. it was maybe your eighth time studying in the library together.

“you’re just so pretty, it’s distracting.” he says quietly, not exactly loud enough for you to hear.

“what?” you tilt your head a little.

“nothing! it’s nothing i promise.” he leans his head back, groaning, “there’s just this problem i’m really having trouble figuring out.” “what kind of problem, i’m sure we can find a solution to it.” your interest was piqued. why would he get so worked up over a math problem?

“i don’t think i’m ready to ask you yet, i want to try to figure it out on my own first.” he sighs into his hands, barely getting a glimpse of you through the cracks of his fingers.

“you want to figure it out on your own? when’d you get so independent without me?” you fake a sad expression.

“okay okay, i’ll write it down for you then. but close your eyes!” he gives in, ripping off a sticky note from the pad you took out earlier.

covering your eyes, your other senses seem to heighten. you can hear the rough writing of his pencil against the note he stole from your pile of supplies. he hesitates in between what you can only assume are numbers, before you feel him press the paper against your forehead.

“open your eyes now.”

your vision is covered slightly from the note, so you can hardly see him fidgeting with his hands. when you peel it off to read, you’re met with a very mysterious question.

‘what’s the answer for me + you?’

“huh? what does this mean woonhak..?” you squint, re - reading the same words over and over again.

“um..” he laughs nervously, “i just don’t want us to be just friends yknow? i really really like you.”

“woon i–”

“i don’t know i just think i’d be a little heartbroken if i had to see you smile so prettily everyday and not be able to call you my.. girlfriend.” he rambled, “but you don’t have to say anything yet! don’t even worry or anything i know this is kinda sudden and we’ve only been hanging out for so long but–”

you interrupt him with a gentle kiss against his lips. he smiles against yours, placing his hands perfectly against your flush cheeks to pull you closer.

“i really like you too, woonhak.” you let your head fall heavy into his hands after finally pulling away, staring at him blissfully.

“i guess i have my answer then, right?”

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jaestrz · 1 year

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Jang uk x reader

The first time you met Jang Uk, it was when your sister Cho yeon broke off the engagement with him. Yet you could only watch it from afar, thinking how strict your mother was. That time, no one really knew Jinyowon had a third child in the family. You spent your entire life without stepping outside right after your oldest sister Bu yeon went missing.

Maybe you did sneak out a few times and getting caught not long after. Earning an earful from Cho yeon’s guard and your mother. It wasn’t really a wonderful experience.

But something did happened once when you escaped.

You bumped into Jang uk and he managed to break the bracelet tracker you were forced to wear. But he looked a lot different than the last time you had saw him. His hair wasn’t that long anymore. Jang uk doesn’t smile as much as he used to. And his energy wasn’t brighter than others.

When people die, they change a lot.

If only you knew the consequences breaking it. Maybe you wouldn’t feel the need to suffer a thread seeing into your skin.

“It’s you again.” Jang uk called as you turn your back to look at male. You didn’t know what’s your purpose of escaping again. You roam your way around the village with zero idea of what to do next.

Was meeting Jang uk again a coincidence?

He looks like he’s half dead. You blinked. “What are you doing here?” You questioned.

“It should be me asking why would a Jinyowon be at a place like this. It’s not really a nice place to be at. Dangerous especially for a girl like you to be around.” Jang uk mentioned.

Just as you were about to talk, Jang uk noticed the servants were looking for you. The tight force on your wrist made you startled when he pulled you into a dim alleyway and kissed you when the servants passed by. When he pulled away, you looked at him blankly. His hand was still cupping your face. “ don’t even think about this. I was just protecting you from getting caught. Just go home- I mean safely. Just stay in that prison room or whatever you call it and never come back here. I don’t want to be in trouble.” Jang uk huffed, backing away from you.

That was the last word he said before he walk away, leaving you shock alone. You were too lost in your mind to notice that you had been caught again.

When you were brought back to your room, your mother was already standing in the middle of the room. She wasn’t really happy about this either.

And your night was spent with your mind thinking about him. You shouldn’t feel this way. He doesn’t feel the same. He’s a Songrim mage. You’re from Jinyowon. When you saw him from afar, doesn’t mean he could feel the same for you.

You meant nothing to him. Even when he meant everything to you.

“You’re going to marry someone from the Seo family and be the leader of Jinyowon.” Your mother said. “But you’re still going to live in this room with him.” She added.

“Why can’t you make Bu yeon or Cho yeon as the leader-”

“that’s the reason why i asked you to get married first. Don’t you like it? Getting to be the leader of Jinyowon with your loving husband by your side?” There was this adoration in your mothers eyes, like she’s thinking of the ‘perfect’ future for you and the man. You never decline your mother’s orders, but at the same time you couldn’t force yourself to obey to her this time.

You don’t love the man. Not when Uk was on your mind.

“the unanimous assembly wants to see the new leader of Jinyowon. You’re following me.” Your mother said.

You didn’t feel like yourself when you were there, while your mother was smiling. You hated everything that was going on but you ended up bowing to everyone. It wasn’t comfortable. Especially when a man named Jin Mu was keeping his eyes on you beside your mother.

you breathed. “I was appointed the leader. The third child in Jinyowon. Y/n.” You announced, hearing everyone was starting to fuss with their mumbling. It was loud enough to kill you. “But you’re the youngest. The leader should be Bu yeon.” There was a man named Ho yeon called out and your eyes went to him. You couldn’t say anything. “That’s why she is going to marry someone from the Seo family.” Your mother announced.

“Can we pretend like we’re married? Everyone is scared of you. Even if you don’t feel the same like I do… but please? I can’t stay in that room forever.” You pleaded to Jang uk. But he instead just gave you fake a laugh glare at you.

“you’re crazy. I’m not doing that. Find someone else to do it.” He said.

There was a layer of glass in your eyes, the tears threatening to spill out, you look up. Seeing how there was a star that was brighter than the others. You might as well die if you were going to marry someone you didn’t want to.

You felt disgusted. Disappointed in yourself for being the puppet show for your mother.

The door opened from afar and a man walked in that caught everyone’s attention. It wasn’t a member from the unanimous assembly. It wasn’t a part of the guard either.

But it was someone you were familiar with. Someone who you were hoping the impossible to come.

Jang uk.

“she can’t marry anyone else.” his voice was loud enough for everyone in the meeting to hear. You watch him, walking to your side before kissing your forehead and holding your hand.

This would be the second time he had kissed you without hesitating. If he continues to do this without having hard feelings, you might be the one to burst anytime soon.

His hand was warm. Holding the cold hand of yours. You have a feeling he might question you later. “we’re married and we hope to get your blessings.” The way he talks about it sounds so casual. Was it because he was so good at lying and you’re not?

He poured you some in the rice wine cup, pushing it closer to you and he sees you finishing it. The liquid went through your throat with a burning sensation. The only thing you thought was how strong his alcohol tolerance was but that didn’t stop you from refilling it and push over to his side.

The moment he picked up the glass, he heard you say something that made him stop.

“If you drink that then we’re officially married. That’s our wedding drink.” You stated.

you heard your mother calling out your name. Probably disappointed and confused. She wanted you to explain everything that has been going on. Disobeying your mother was the last thing you wanted to do.

When Jang uk wanted to take you away he was stopped. “I don’t allow you to take her away.” Your mother said.

“Y/n is my wife. She is under my responsibilities. Therefore I forbid her to stay in Jinyowon.” Jang uk said.

That was the last thing before you followed Jang uk out the door.

What was the reason he took you in? He didn’t even acknowledged your existence. He sent you to maidservant Kim to take care of you while he was gone.

You waited for him. The first day passed by and he wasn’t there. The second day, he still wasn’t there. And a week passed by, you were starting to think he didn’t want to see you again. With everyday, you keep asking maidservant Kim about him. And her replies will always be the same. He’s at Jeongjinak. That was the reply she would always give.

You couldn’t sleep well neither could eat.

Until one night, when he returned after being gone for a week. It was the night where you were actually miserably in pain.

It was like an untreated wound. The pain was unbearable. When he walked in, you were on the cold ground, sweating while silently holding it in. “what happened to you?” he doesn’t sound worried, nor panic about it.

It was harder to read him when you’re in desperate need of help.

“Mother stitched the thread tight in the skin on my shoulder.” You panted. Like you were running out of breath. It was the most painful thing you’ve had experienced.

Jang uk didn’t seem fazed. He just exist your room and went to maidservant Kim to ask her to accompany and put ointments before returning to his personal room.

But he couldn’t go to bed.

Not when you’re in pain.

But he was supposed to be this cold to you. Why is he worried. Did he sound too cruel to you? To him it was too harsh.

When he stopped by the front of your room, he stood there, wondering if he should go back in there. His ego took over him and he ended up leaving.

“What did she said?” Jang uk asked maidservant Kim.

“Y/n refuses to go home. She said she will bear the pain. The ointments and warm towel isn’t helping young master Jang.” Maidservant Kim vented. Jang uk felt a sense of pity in himself.

But he can’t show his emotions to anyone.

“Then put more ointments until the pain reduces.”

He hated himself for being that cold, but his blood was boiling and he went straight to Jinyowon.

The door opened, and Jang uk took the relics from Ho gyeong and smashes it. “Why would you do that!” She sounded him.

“my wife couldn’t sleep. please refrain from calling her in the middle of the night. she’s sick and adding pain to her will be only make y/n suffer. Please respect her as your daughter and as my wife. As you can see we are newlyweds.”

the only reason he came home. That was the reason. He was too worried to leave you alone with maidservant Kim when you’re sick. Maidservant Kim told him that you didn’t feel well and he came home. Just for you.

A sense of regret when he walked in your room. Seeing you unconscious on the cold floor, your face and lips turned pale.

Jang uk tucked you in bed, taking the cold damped towel cloth before placing it on your forehead. He lay down beside you and just watch your sleeping figure. He didn’t realized how many hours had passed by or how the sun had rise. Because Jang uk didn’t get any sleep.

It wasn’t because of the things that was bothering him. What’s surprising was they don’t appear anymore when you’re with him.

When you woke up, that was the first time you had seen him smile. After three years.

“Good morning love.” He kissed you again.

Third.

“I’m sorry for being cold to you. That shouldn’t happened.” He apologised. You couldn’t comprehend what you just witnessed. “I wished I took care of you earlier.” Jang uk breathed.

“will you give me a second chance to prove myself?”

You never thought this kind of moment would actually happen. Forgiveness is a powerful thing.

“ you will always have a second chance Jang uk.”

#jang uk #alchemy of souls #ao3 #love #fanfic #imagines #jaewook #lee jae wook #x reader #y/n

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softxsuki · 1 year

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So I saw that you had I tag I follow and immediately rushed over! So first and foremost...How are you? Are you drinking water daily? And I also wish you a good rest of days.

I was wondering since I rarely see this for Akatsuki no Yona. Like a Chubby reader. That's all. Like didn't they exist back then too?...

So basically Reader was Yona's personal maid, one of her most trusted friends like Hak and Soowon. So now they are apart of the group and basically feel out of place. She has a crush on Jae-ha but knowing he only goes for "attractive" women she doesn't act upon her feelings.

What happens next? 👀

Insecure Chubby!Reader Who Has A Crush On Jae-Ha

Pairing: Jae-ha x Chubby!Fem!Reader

Warnings: uh talking down about yourself, insecurities, lowkey suggestive at one point? but nothing crazy

Genre: comfort, fluff

Post-Type: Oneshot

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: In which you confess to Yona that you have a crush on Jae-ha, but he'd never like you back because you're chubby and he only goes for thin women. Little do you know that someone is listening in on all this o.o

[A/N: OMg hi...I KNOW I KNOW. It's been way over a year since you requested it. If you're still around, you're probably wondering what the heck this is as it's been long forgotten. I'm sorry it took me so long to write, I had it half written in my drafts all this time because I started second guessing myself and I really loved this request and didn't think I could do it justice. SO here's my completed version of this. I hope it's decent, and hopefully you're still interesting in reading it :'). Sorry if it's disappointing NFEKJFKAEF <;3]

It was night now. Months had passed since Yona ran out of her castle after her father's murder. Hak had saved the both of you from Soowoon’s revenge on her father as you would not back down and go to their side either. Yona loved and respected you, so you owed her everything, and that still hadn’t changed. You still refer to her as Princess, just like Hak, but the two of you were closer than ever–going beyond the friendship a personal maid and a Princess should probably ever have.

Owls hooted in the background and the sound of crickets surrounded you. You had all stopped for the night to set up camp, and were currently in your shared tent with Yona and Yoon. The young boy was fast asleep in the far corner of the tent, exhausted from running around all day, but you and Yona were wide awake from the excitement of the day–too pumped to even think about sleeping just yet. Giggles escaped your mouth at the girl-talk that was being exchanged between you both, then Yona began to blush as you asked her about her feelings for Hak. You had noticed the change in the atmosphere between them for a while now.

“He’s just…different from how I used to see him? Instead of just seeing him as that annoying kid back then, he’s more of a man in my eyes now… He said some uh, lovely things to me the other night and it just made me realize my feelings even more,” She hides her head in her hands, thinking back on the deep conversation she had with the raven haired man a few nights ago, but clears her throat and turns the attention away from herself, “What about you, Y/N? Seen anyone in any villages that have caught your eye? Or perhaps even someone among us, hmm?”

You could hear the slight tease in her voice at her question, she fully knew who you liked, but wanted to hear you say it yourself. After all, what fun is girl-talk if she was the only one dropping juicy information.

“Well…there is someone I like, but he’d never go for a girl like me…” you trail off, looking down at your hands.

“Jae-ha would love you, Y/N. You’re gorgeous, kind, and you have a heart of gold, I see the way he looks at you whenever your back is turned.”

“W-what? How did you know it was Jae-ha?” You ask bewildered.

Yona laughs, placing a hand on your shoulder, “So it really is him? I was just making a lucky guess, wow.”

You huff. Perhaps it was a little obvious since you always got nervous around him and ONLY him. The slight disappointment that graced your features whenever he spoke of a beautiful woman he ran into in town. The tiny sparks of desire to have him speak to you with those lovely words, but it would never happen.

“He was probably just wondering why I can’t be so open with him like I am with everyone else,” You sigh. “I know I don’t belong here. You’re gorgeous and way above my social status. The other guys in our group are all very attractive as well, I’m the only one who sticks out like a sore thumb, but I guess I just have to deal with it!”

You fake a smile, regretting a little that you opened up too much.

“Y/N, is that really how you’ve been feeling this whole time?” Yona asks, her voice now softer at your confession.

“It’s alright, really. I’m used to it by now, I don’t know why I suddenly decided to say that all right now. Everything’s okay!”

“No, everything’s not okay. Y/N, you are the most beautiful person I know. I don’t care if you think your extra weight makes you ugly compared to the rest of us, that doesn’t make a difference in my eyes and Jae-ha would be a fool to have that be a difference to him as well! Tell him how you feel! He would treat you like royalty.” Yona explains, a little enraged that you’ve been feeling this way all this time without her realizing it, “And I know we come from different backgrounds, but out here, we’re all the same. You and I are on the same level. You’re my best friend, and that won’t ever change! You are one of us, part of the happy hungry bunch! It wouldn’t be the same without you.”

“Thank you, Princess Yona. You’ve been a great blessing to me and I’m so very grateful to be your friend,” You smile slightly, but it falls again when you think of Jae-ha. “It seems that Jae-ha only goes for thin, beautiful women though. I can’t imagine him directing those compliments to me when I’m the complete opposite of all those women…I- I guess I just wish he could see me as a beautiful woman despite my weight. Even if it was only for a second.”

Yona once again assures you that you are indeed beautiful and that nothing is wrong with you. She was a little lost for words on what else she could say to help you feel better, she just wished you could see yourself the way that she saw you–a beautiful woman, inside and out.

“If I’m so beautiful, then why won’t he look at me the way I want him to?” You shout in frustration, a little too loudly.

Your conversation is cut short though as the sound of shuffling is heard from outside the tent, along with the distant murmuring of the rest of the boys who were still awake, engaged in small talk.

“Will you both shut your mouths? I’m trying to sleep here. Y/N stop being a wimp and just confess to him already. You’ll never know until you at least try!” Yoon groans out with a huff, before light snores escape his mouth once again.

“He’s right,” Yona whispers now, not wanting to awaken the tempered boy again, “But I guess this can all wait for another day. Let’s sleep, it’s getting pretty late.”

You both yawn at the same time and laugh lightly to yourselves. Perhaps it could wait…

Sleep consumes Yona pretty quickly, but your mind is plagued with a million thoughts that keep you up all night. It would be a tough day tomorrow.

…

The next day, your journey together continues as you finish packing up the last of your camp and continue forward.

Yona and Hak had run up ahead of everyone else in the early morning to get in some more arrow shooting practice while the rest of you moved to catch up at a decent pace. You lagged behind a bit, lost in thought of everything you spoke about last night.

“Careful, wouldn’t want to run into a tree and ruin your beautiful face, now would we?” The sudden voice of the man you were thinking of, startles you back to reality along with the gentle touch of his arms around your shoulder, guiding you around a tree that you were seconds from walking straight into.

But all you could think about now was the presence of his warmth on your shoulder along with a word you had always longed to hear addressed to you–beautiful.

“Huh?” You ask a little frazzled, trying to control your breathing from his still present arms around you.

“You almost ran into the tree back there,” He smiles, now removing his arms from around your shoulders and awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

You both were now lagging behind the group who had finally joined back up with Yona and Hak. Yona sends you a quick thumbs up from afar, mouthing a ‘good luck,’ with a wink.

“Thank you,” you mumble to Jae-ha, ignoring Yona’s cheekiness, and continuing to walk to the rest of the group with your eyes glued to the ground. You couldn’t do it, you couldn’t tell him.

You hear the man sigh behind you before firm arms pick you up bridal-style, and jump into the air as you let out a yelp, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck and hiding your face into his chest from being so high up. You were surprised that he was even able to lift you, but I guess all the dragons were fairly strong.

Your heart was hammering in your chest–both from the sudden action of being in the air, but also from being in close proximity to your crush. You could hear his own heart hammering in his chest, probably from having the fatigue of jumping while carrying something heavy (at least that’s what you think, his heart is definitely pounding for other reasons).

You can hear the distant joyful hollering of Yona and Zeno from afar, praising the green-headed man for his bold actions, to which Jae-ha chuckles at. It isn’t long until you’re safe on the ground again, far enough from the group now to have some privacy together. Jae-ha sets you down as you timidly scoot away from him and sit on the grass, trying to calm yourself down.

“What’d you do that for?” You ask hesitantly.

“A little bird told me that you’ve been talking down on yourself, is that true?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you avoid his eyes. You physically couldn’t look him in the eyes, you were far too embarrassed. Where had he heard that from?

He takes a seat beside you, gently reaching for a strand of your hair and admiring it as he twists it between his fingers. You’re frozen in shock. What was going on?

His hand abandons your hair and gently grabs your chin to face him as his other hand wraps around your waist.

“And I’d love to know where you heard that I wasn’t completely infatuated by your beauty,” he teases.

Your eyes widen in shock.

“In fact, I love every inch of you, from the plumpness of your thighs to the softness of your stomach, your magnificent chest, and your puffy cheeks. You’re absolutely enchanting– a diamond among stones,” he continues.

“Your eyes, they outshine the beauty of any other woman in this land, you know why? Because they belong to you. I don’t care how big you think you are, but never talk like that about yourself again.” There was a certain sternness behind his voice now, as if he was really serious and hurt that you would think so badly of yourself.

“How did you-”

“I heard everything last night, Y/N. You have no idea how much self-control it took for me to not just burst into that tent and tell you everything right then and there. But I’m here now, and I can’t move forward until you know how much I love you. You’re beautiful and I won’t have you think otherwise.”

You were beyond baffled.

“All this out of nowhere? You’re always off fawning over all the beauties in town, but never at me. You’re just saying this to make me feel better, right? Well, it’s okay. I do like you, Jae-ha, but I don’t need your pity. You don’t need to like me back, I’ll be o-”

You’re cut off by the feeling of Jae-ha’s lips on yours. You can feel the emotion behind them as he was almost desperate to show you how real his feelings for you were. You lean into him, wrapping your own arms around him now, fully into the steamy kiss.

He pulls aways with a pant, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he laughs. “I hope you believe me now.”

“And to answer your question, I didn’t want to scare you off. I know how bold I can be, and a part of me loved watching you from afar, loving, admiring you in secret. It was exhilarating trying not to get caught,” he confesses.

Yona’s words from that night echo in your head of how she had seen him watching you a few times. He really did like you…

“I’m surprised you never caught my wandering eyes. We need to work on you being more aware of your surroundings, darling. What if it was some other man gawking at you, and not me? Not that I’d let that happen…but still.” There he goes again with his teasing.

You playfully hit him on the shoulder, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, “Shut up,” you mumble, very embarrassed by all his words. You still couldn’t believe it, it was like all your dreams became a reality over-night.

Was this a dream? Because if it was, you never wanted to wake up. You cuddle further into him, hiding the heat that was quickly rushing to your face. You were overwhelmed, but in a good way. His own arms slither around you in a tight embrace.

“This is real right? You’re not just saying all this?”

“Of course this is all real, darling. And I’ll keep saying it all until you believe it. You’re under my care now,” He whispers that last part and leaves a peck to the top of your head.

“I’ll take good care of you,” he confirms again, making sure you know it.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 1/24/2023

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the-expired-tofu · 11 months

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The Devil's Trumpets | Pt. 5

|| A 'The Glory' fanfic || MINORS DNI [18+]

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a/n: Hey there, this is my first time writing a fan fiction. I might change a few things in my fictions later on. Also, my English isn't my first language so my writing might lack some fluency. Hope you enjoy :)

trigger warnings: lots of swearing, bullying, murder, gore, depression, abuse, mature content, violence, sexual themes.

pairing: reader x multi

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Moon Dong-Eun

I’ve been a great help to Y/N for quite many days. I finished tutoring Min-hee and helped her get into the Semyeong Elementary School. On the other hand, I helped Y/N move into her new apartment. After finishing helping her settle, I got her the job at the convenience store. The old lady was really nice and that she told us that she was in need of another helper since she couldn’t handle everything all alone. All the supplies for the school and the transportation services were done by me.

After everything was done, I brought Y/N to my apartment. She was caught off-guard due to all the pictures of them attached to the walls in front of her.

“You did quite the research, didn’t you? You weren’t kidding back then when you told me you tracked each and every step they took,” she said as she slowly approached a picture of the group together in their teens. She was reading the sticky notes that I attached on some of the pictures when she saw a polaroid of her when she was young, followed by few other pictures of her from the current time, along with her niece. She also saw a few photos of her families before and after they separated. She stood in front of those and rubbed her finger gently on an image of a girl I believe was her sister.

“You didn’t leave me out as well,” she said as she turned around to meet my eyes. “I have every reason to be mad at you, Dong-eun, but at the same time, I don’t. I can simply report you to the police for stalking me and immediately put an end to your years’ effort, but at the same time, I can’t. I can easily walk out of this place and quit participating in your plan, but I don’t wish to. Because I trust you, Moon Dong-Eun. Not only am I risking my own life, but also Min-hee’s life. Once they find out about her, they will use her against me as my weakness. So make sure you prove me wrong and help us not get caught.”

After hearing those words from her, that’s when I knew I did the right thing involving her in this. She’s aware of the environment she’s getting herself into and knows how to take the necessary precautions, and not just an airhead with the lust for revenge.

“I knew you would feel this way once you notice those pictures. But I couldn’t help it either. When we were in school, you never bought a cell-phone for yourself. So it was quite difficult to track you down.”

“I would rather call it stalking than tracking down, Dong-eun,” she said as she turned away from me to look back at those images. I couldn’t say anything since she made a fair point. But I didn’t have any other choice either.

“I don’t recognize her. Who’s she?” She points out to a picture of Hyeon-nam.

“That’s Kang Hyeon-nam. She works for me as my assistant. She’s the one who helped me land the job as a homeroom teacher. She’s also the one who ‘stalked’ you.”

“Huh, interesting,” she said as she removed her finger from the picture and placed her hands inside her pockets. “I would like to get to know her.”

“You will when the time is right.”

I walk towards the kitchen as she moves from the wall to the window, her eyes never taking it off of those images.

I placed a small security camera at the top shelf in my kitchen, making it unnoticeable, and connected it with my phone. I took out another small box that contained another security camera and handed it to Y/N.

“There’s a possibility of them finding out about our address once they get to know about our plans. So take this, and install this somewhere where nobody will notice it. And don’t be surprised when one of them or all of them enters your house when nobody’s there.”

“Alright,” she takes it from my hand and puts it back into her satchel.

“Come on, let’s go to the roof.”

“The roof?”

“Yeah, I want to show you something.”

“Okay,” she walks past me towards my door. I unlock the door open as she busies herself in putting her shoes back on. As we got outside, I locked it behind me and walked towards the elevator.

We got inside the elevator and pushed the button to go upwards.

“Did you get the invitation for the Alumni Awards?”

“Sorry, what?”

“The Alumni Awards ceremony at Sung-han High. It’s in a few days.”

“Oh yeah maybe I did. I haven’t checked it yet.”

“Am thinking of going.”

“Wait, they’re going to be there too, wouldn’t they?”

“Yes. You need to come as well.”

“What’s the use? We aren’t even getting any awards?”

“It’s not about awards, Y/N, it’s a game of intimidation.”

She kept staring at me as if I said something illegal that deserves life in prison. We didn’t talk for a while.

The elevator came to an abrupt halt and the doors slowly opened before us. We stepped outside and climbed few more stairs to finally get to the roof.

It was a beautiful evening with the sun just setting, the color of the sky a perfect hue of flame. We came near the edge that overlooked the houses that stretched far beyond our vision. The tall buildings at far distances created just the flawless silhouette I’ve ever witnessed. Everything about Semyeong just felt so beautiful at the moment. I never took some time for myself to appreciate how exquisite this place this. The ordeals I faced here, never actually gave me any time to appreciate anything about my life.

“You see the house there?” I points to the one nearby.

“Yeah, what about it?”

“That’s where Yeon-jin lives.”

The perfect moment she was in immediately faded when she heard her name.

“That’s where she lives?”

“Yes. Ha Ye-sol, Ha Do-yeong, Park Yeon-jin, all under the same roof.”

She looked at me with her bewildered eyes, a face of the scared.

“But-then why did you buy this apartment? Wont they find out easily?”

“Not so easily Y/N, she has no clue whatsoever. She still thinks that she can get away with anything. She never learns.”

She looks back at the house. The lights on the road and inside the house lit up as it got darker. We didn’t talk for a while. The sun had set a while ago. Everything is just happening so fast, it’s making me feel overwhelmed, but I didn’t think of telling that to Y/N, otherwise she would be scared too, almost like how a mother deep down feels scared for their children but acts like there’s nothing wrong, just for them to not get scared.

It’s been my dream, for so many years, to stand here and watch over all of them, behaving as if they did absolutely nothing wrong, as if, they can get away with anything they want. Little do they know, that am right here, right in front of them, to prove them wrong.

“The day I dropped out from Sung-han High, I went to meet them, at the gym.”

She removed her hands from the edge and turned to look at me.

“What?”

“Yes. That day, I felt something new, some kind of new change in myself, something a bit evil.”

“Evil?”

“Yes. Almost like, the end of their reign, but a beginning of my hell.”

“What happened that day?”

“That day, was the only day I entered the gym voluntarily. Nobody forcibly dragged me there, I went in completely on my own. I remember so clearly, as I walked in, Hye-jeong started walking away from me, as if she was scared of me. But I ignored her, and went straight to Yeon-jin, sitting at her usual place. The weirdest part is, we talked about our dreams.”

“Dreams?”

“Yeah, they submitted their “dreams” at Cyworld, and I read all of them, told them about those that day. Yeon-jin dreamt of becoming a wise mother and a wife, Choi Hye-jeong dreamt of becoming a stewardess, Jeon Jae-joon wanted to own the golf course, and Lee Sa-ra dreamt of being an artist. Obviously, they asked me about my dream as well.”

“So what did you say then?”

“Yeon-jin,” I said with a pause. “I told her that she was my dream, and that I really wish to meet her again.”

“So all of our dreams finally came true.”

“Indeed. And I wish to bring them to their knees and show them no mercy.”

She turned around to look at me again, but I didn’t. I haven’t taken my eyes off of that house.

“Does Ha Do-yeong have the slightest idea that he married a monster?”

“He doesn’t, but he will soon. And so will Ha Ye-sol. I wish to isolate her to the point that the people she holds dear, the ones who covered up her crimes, will give up on her. Soon then she will feel like the only human on this planet, she would become completely transparent. All of her crimes and secrets will show up and she will rot in hell. Nobody will ever even think, of helping her. You can never change a monster, Y/N, never.”

She stares at me for a while and then looks away. The air was filled with aroma of the potted plants behind us.

“Do you wanna know what Myeong-oh’s dream was?”

“What?”

“To become rich.”

She began eyeing me from the side when we burst into laughters. When was the last time I laughed like this?

We took a breather to stop ourselves from more laughing. It was quite hilarious how Myeong-oh dreamt of becoming rich yet here he is, working as Jae-joon’s lackey.

“Alright then. I guess I’ll see you on the awards day.”

“Yeah.”

We went back the same way we came to the roof. Climbed down the little flight of stairs and got into an elevator to the ground floor.

I saw her out and got her a cab. As I went up to my apartment, I was thinking of how I could have told her about the meeting I had with Myeong-oh few days ago. I will tell her when the timing is right. I bribed him enough to keep him in suspense—he will also be the one to know who murdered Yoon So-hee, hopefully.

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Sweet Mess

⌗ Some thinks he’s stupid, some think he’s smart. Some thinks he’s docile, and some think he’s an animal. But everyone can agree on one thing, he’s a beautiful man. Inside, and out.

𓆩⊹ Lookism x Male Reader fanfiction ⊹𓆪

Chapter 2

.the present.

Previous Chapter: Chapter One

Trigger Warning: Child abuse, cursing, mocking, fights, violence, spoiled brat stuff.

Word Count: 4,851 Words.

Note: Edited and proofread by yours truly! It was already done and I simply edited some stuff so reader would be more.. interesting to say the least. At first he was supposed to be this quiet, cold-blooded, evil mastermind. But I thought, why not add something sweet to the cake? So now he smiles more, editing his character in this chapter has proven to be a challenge, so the next chapter would most definitely be making his sweetness more apparent. He came from a pretty rough and tumble environment so making him all bright and cheerful would be odd- unless he has another personality. I’ll consider that actually-- Anyway, enjoy this long ass chapter! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Lookism and its characters, along with the art used. Banner edit, the reader backstory and character are mine.

All Italic: “Flashback.”

Italic: Chat.

“Bold with quotes: Chinese.”

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—M/n, a positive and kind, quiet and flexible, renowned ‘Dancing King’ and famous hunk of the Vocal & Dance Department. Friends with Vin Jin and Mary Kim— and surprisingly Duke Pyeon, the underdog of the department. Along with Zack Lee and Mira Kim from the Fashion Department. Bullied and enslaved by Vin, M/n had approached him first in compensation for all the misdeeds Vin had done to him, and they became friends from then on. Vin couldn't bully Duke whenever M/n was around because M/n was pretty close to him, he would listen to his songs and even suggest a few random words as Duke's lyrics. Duke still couldn't believe he's friends with M/n, and would think he's dreaming, but seeing M/n in his house right in front of him with an expectant gaze, had led him to believe he was never dreaming. "So how's your song? Any progress? Need help? Did you try auditioning for another company? Found any other companies??" M/n bombarded him with questions, just like how a friend would. Duke smiled at his behavior, "The song's almost finished, just editing and improving some stuff, and no, I didn't audition for any companies, it's not the time." M/n nodded in understanding as he sunk deeper into his chair. He was currently sitting on a chair, the back of the chair against his chest as he leaned his chin on his arms, which was perched in the back of the chair. "It's a pity they don't realize your talent. Don't let it get you down Duke, I'm sure you'll get to the top one day." M/n encouraged him with a small smile, making Duke nod as his motivation was slightly boosted. He'll show those agents how they were wrong!

M/n fished out his phone from his pocket and scrolled on whatever app he opened, and as he did what he was doing, Duke was reminded of a question that's been lingering in his mind. "Oh, M/n?" He earned a hum from the male, who glanced at him. "Have you.. considered joining an entertainment company?" Duke asked curiously. With his looks and his skills in dancing, although Duke didn't know about his vocal skills, he could at least be a professional dancer for idols. But so far, he's never seen M/n skip school, maybe a few times, but he'd always be back for the second period. "I'm waiting till you get into a company, I don't want you to get discouraged, so we'll do it together. Besides, it's boring. I'd rather have a friend to accompany me when I work." M/n answered, making Duke's eyes widen. He was waiting for him? They were friends for only a week now, so he didn't really believe it. "Well, that and I'm busy with my part-time jobs. I need to focus on studying as well anyway, being an idol can wait." M/n added, making Duke nod. Being an idol without being properly educated would only embarrass oneself. As Duke and M/n hanged out, a notification from his chat caught his eye.

Vinnie: Hey m/n wanna hangout? I'm with mary rn

Vinnie: She's boring 😒

Mary Poppins: Excuse me!? We just got here!

Vinnie: Yeah well I'm already bored

Vinnie: M/n come and hangout with usssss

M/n: Lol

Mary Poppins: Srsly? "Lol"?

Vinnie: U finna come or what?

M/n: Later

M/n: Gonna*

Vinnie: Yeah yeah

Mary Poppins: Specify "later"

Mary Poppins: Teh last time u said that, u came after we waited two hours for u

Mary Poppins: TOW WHOPPING HOURS

M/n: Well now u know what later means

M/n: The*

M/n: Two*

Mary Poppins: I'm ginna kill u once I see u m/n

M/n: Really?

M/n: Gonna*

Mary Poppins: That's it, we're hanging out wuthiyt u

Mary Poppins: Have dun being aline, asshole

M/n: Without*

M/n: Fun*

M/n: Alone*

M/n: And yeah, have fun

Vinnie: Lol u messed up real bad m/n

Vinnie: Mary's funing rn

Vinnie: Funing*

Vinnie: Fuminf*

Vinnie: Duming*

Vinnie: Fuming*

Vinnie: Istg

M/n: Lol

M/n: Have fun u 2

M/n: If ur willing to wait for 2 hours I'll catch up

Mary Poppins: Ur not invited to our hangouts anymore m/n 😒

M/n: Oh, ok :(

Vinnie: Ur jk right mary? Right??

Vinnie: Don't just leave me hanging here bruh

Vinnie: Istg Mary >Read by M/n, Mary

•Vinnie last seen today at 16.46 PM

•Mary last seen today at 16.45 PM

M/n formed a small smile as Duke called him. "Hey M/n? The noodles are ready." He said, notifying M/n. He'd pick noodles over his friends anytime. "Aye, aye, captain!." M/n replied as he closed his phone, shoving it in his pocket before standing up and walking over to Duke's kitchen with a bright smile, the smell of instant noodles filling the air, making M/n's stomach grumble in hunger. He set himself down and took the chopsticks, breaking it for him and Duke, leaving the other pair for Duke to use as Duke handed him a glass of water before sitting down. "Thanks for the food!" M/n said before digging in, making Duke smile as the kitchen was filled with the sound of slurping. It was quiet as none of them tried to start a conversation, not that they wanted to anyway. M/n preferred to focus on his food and only on his food, especially when he loves said food.

Soon enough, M/n felt his pocket buzz, making him scowl in annoyance. He was sure he turned the vibration off. He took his phone out and put it on the edge of the table, far from his reach as he focused back on eating. There, his friends, Vin and Mary were chatting, and sending a picture of M/n's rental house with a message saying 'here to beat yo ass mf'. Fortunately for him, he wasn't home. Unfortunately for them, he wasn't home and he wasn't reading their texts. As a result, they ended up wandering around somewhere else as they waited for M/n to answer the door or read their texts, not knowing M/n was currently at Duke's house. After they finished eating, M/n excused himself and left, finally opening his phone before his eyes slightly widened. Over ninety texts and even missed calls, from the one and only infuriated Mary and Vin. He just knew that once he got home, he's fucked.

And he was right, he rushed to his home to see an infuriated Mary and an annoyed Vin who was smoking. Mary greeted him with a devilish grin, a vein popping on her temple as she glared daggers at M/n. "The one and only finally showed up! Now.." She launched herself at M/n who immediately dodged, but seeing as how Mary needed to channel her anger, or else she might get extremely upset, M/n let Mary grab his arm and sweep him off his feet, making him fall on his back and onto the cold floor, her feet making a loud stomp beside M/n's head as if to intimidate him. "Where the fuck were you?" Mary asked with a demonic voice, M/n could feel the scorching heat of her anger as he sweat dropped. He's in deep trouble.

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Telling he went to Duke's would be a huge mistake. "So you're saying you were out wandering around in the park and went to the CV to buy some instant noodles and ate dinner at the very same place?" Mary raised an eyebrow as she crossed her legs and her arms, M/n stood in front of her like a child who did something wrong, but didn't know what he did wrong. Vin simply snacked on M/n's potato chips as he watched Mary glare at M/n. It's quite the opposite from when they're at school. While Vin would assert his dominance over his lackeys and Duke, Mary would just sit and watch. And as usual, M/n would be away, wandering around the school corridors aimlessly. But when it comes to M/n, the two of them can’t help but act differently with him. He’s special to them, and that’s why Vin is pretty chill when it comes to M/n while Mary goes ‘I’ll kick your ass and beat you up to a crumpled heap of crap’.

Vin made loud crunching noises as he watched the two communicate. “And you didn’t open your phone? Even once?!” Mary hissed in fury, her anger meter going off again. “I didn’t say that..” M/n gave a pout, looking like a kicked puppy. It struck Vin’s heart as he looked at Mary. “Hey.. let’s just—” “Shut up, Vin! Then, what the hell were you doing?!” M/n looked at his foot, guilt evident in his eyes. Maybe he shouldn’t have put his phone on mute.. “Eating..” Mary couldn’t accept it. “Are noodles more important than your friends?!!” Yes is what he’d say but that’d fuel Mary’s anger even more. “No..” M/n looked into Mary’s eyes, “I’m sorry. I put my phone on mute..”

“Who in the world does that?!!!”

“Hey, tone it down, Mary. It’s late at night and M/n’s neighbors might come pounding at his doors for being loud.” Vin reasoned, sliding the potato chips to offer Mary some, but instead she snatched the whole thing, before scowling at M/n while she ate the chips, the sound of crunches filled the air. “Oi.. Those are mine!!” Vin snapped, going over to retrieve his snack as Mary moved further away. “These were yours! Now they’re mine!!” Mary replied, consuming more chips as she ran away from Vin who started to chase after her. ‘They were mine..’ M/n thought as he sweat dropped, watching them chase after each other as the crumbs of the chips dirtied the floor of his rental house. M/n could only watch as he sighed, wishing he had his phone to cope with the cruel reality.

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The night ended with a movie, Vin and Mary ended up having a sleepover at his place, Mary ended up taking his bed, not sharing any space for Vin or M/n. M/n offered Vin his couch, but uncharacteristically, Vin opted to take the floor instead, saying M/n should take the couch. M/n didn’t say anything and only fluffed up his pillow before he grabbed a blanket, setting them on the couch. Vin was about to settle on the floor when M/n suddenly grabbed his wrist, and with a sudden burst of strength, pulled Vin down the couch with him. Vin blushed furiously, “What are you–?!” Before he could finish his outburst, M/n shushed him, his pointer finger on Vin’s lips, making his heart skip a beat as he is on top of M/n, his eyes sleepy and half-lidded, but his lips formed into a sweet smile. “Shhh, Mary’s sleeping.” Vin gulped heavily as he felt M/n’s legs around his legs, pulling Vin down to his body. Vin could hear the soft thumps of M/n’s heart, “What the hell..” Vin muttered under his breath, hearing his heartbeat thump loudly in his ears as he could feel M/n’s warm breath on his neck, sending shivers down his spine. “Sleep. G’night Vin, sweet dreams.” M/n whispered, closing his eyes. Vin stayed in his position, frozen in place before he spotted a small space beside M/n, slowly and quietly getting off of M/n, he turned around, his back facing M/n.

Vin did not know how, but he did get a good night's sleep. At first, his eyes were wide open, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not close his eyes and sleep. But then, M/n snaked his arms around his torso, making Vin’s breath hitch as he wishes to dig a hole and hide underneath it. But soon after the embarrassing contact happened, Vin started to doze off into wonderland. And now, here he is, on the floor beside Mary who cuddled with M/n beside him. How did they get on the floor? No idea. But Vin had a feeling that mischievous Mary Kim had her hands on that. All he could do was sigh and hide his ferocity, after all, M/n never liked his dirty side. He tried ignoring Duke, but with M/n hanging out with him, a talented rapper who Vin did not want to admit, is a diamond in the rough. It made him anxious, nervous, what if M/n abandons him for Duke? What if M/n finally gets tired of him? What if he changes and he starts to think badly of Vin? Constant thoughts and questions bothered him, it even gave him a headache as he constantly frowned. Damned M/n, always making him worry for nothing. Because no matter what, after many fights or bullies, M/n didn’t avoid him but confronted him. It started with a scolding, but ended with a hug and a fun hangout.

“Oi, Vin! You coming or what?” Mary asked, M/n standing beside him with his usual disinterested face. Vin huffed, “Coming, coming..!” Currently, they are heading towards the cafeteria, who knows, maybe they’ll get to see the rumored new transfer student who beat Zack Lee with one punch and one punch only. On the way there, as Mary strikes up a conversation with M/n, mostly Mary talking with M/n humming and nodding, not forgetting to actually reply to Mary’s chatter. When they finally arrived at the cafeteria, they saw the transfer student, Daniel Park, inviting Jiho Park to his table to eat with him and Zoe Park— “Hey.. they all have the same surname..” M/n muttered loud enough for others to hear, sweat dropping as he glanced at the table where all three mentioned students were at. Mary raised an eyebrow, copying Vin who looked to where M/n was looking. His eyebrows furrowed when he saw M/n looking at Daniel, Zoe and Jiho. In a fit of slight envy, his mood souring as he almost pouted.

Zack turned around upon hearing M/n’s voice, his eyebrows raised as he searched for M/n’s figure, easily spotting him at the cafeteria’s entrance. He waved towards M/n with a warm smile, happy to see him. M/n, spotting him with his three lackeys, returned his wave with his own smile, lazily waving his hand in the air. Vin, watching the interaction, grew annoyed at the two as a vein burst on his temple. Mira, who was nearby, also waved her hand in the air, which made M/n wave towards the two much longer. The male couldn’t help but think, ‘I must look like a joke right now..’ As he sweatdrop.

The whispers of Daniel taking care of Zack’s goons and himself had popped an idea in Vin’s mind. His ego grew as he smirked. “Ohhhh~! So he’s the one who beat Zack with one punch?” Cutting off their interaction short, M/n mentally sighed, ‘Here we go again..’ Zack, who heard Vin’s not so inconspicuous words, turned around with an annoyed expression. “He’s not bad.” He comments, shoving his hands in his pockets. “He’s handsome, but I’m more handsome.” Making the lackeys and Mary behind him sweat drop while it was M/n’s turn to raise an eyebrow in confusion. His smirk grew into a shit-eating grin. “You lost to that pretty boy, Zack?” Vin snickered as his lackeys followed, a smug grin on his face. “I bet it’s because you hangout too much with those ugly ass kids.” Vin added, making M/n deadpan. Zack stood up from his seat as he furrowed his brows slightly. “I don’t know.. I might lose to a pretty boy, but I won’t lose against you.” Zack shoved his hands into his pockets. “You hangout with weird ass kids as well.” He added, making Vin’s lackeys furrow their brows in annoyance. Vin, who accepted his reply as the sign of war, raised a cocky eyebrow. "Oi. You wanna die?" He asked menacingly. And at that moment, M/n swore he could see Jojo's menacing SFX and ゴ's surrounding Vin. Anime has gotten into his head and it refuses to exit.

Suddenly, Zack swung his punch Vin's way, halting just when it was inches from landing on his face. But just as Zack is on guard, Vin has his hand over Zack's chest, ready to strike him down if his punch did land on his face. Vin admitted Zack's speed, and a trickle of sweat dropped down their faces. M/n simply watched their interaction with a disinterested face, slurping on his soda he got from a girl who passed by, giving him a soda for naught with a flustered face. M/n would say he's thankful for getting the soda, but he wouldn't feel as honored as the girl did, and she was the one who gave M/n the soda. M/n simply went to his personal wonderland as the two froze midair as if someone hit the pause button before resuming, as another wave of chatter and whispers reached their ears.

It was the transfer student and Vasco, the head of the architecture department. The two turned their attention to Vasco and Daniel, who were standing face-to-face. "You've never been taken down, huh? Pretty boy. Just because you're handsome doesn't mean you can order everyone around." Vasco said, his eyebrows furrowed and his voice laced with malice, his brown eyes glinted with slight fury. His hand landed on Daniel's shoulder and he tightened his grip, making Daniel flinch as Vasco used his infamous killer move, the death grip. Probably not the actual name of his move but nobody really cares. With surprising ease, Daniel removed Vasco's grip from his shoulder before forming a smile, misunderstood by most people, as a smug and mocking smirk, as if to say 'You're so weak, I can defeat you easily'. M/n simply watched with ease as his eyes trailed over to the snacks displayed on the small rack. The snack was abundant, but there was one snack that had run out of supplies.

The supreme snack.

M/n then went on his own to buy the snack, ultimately gaining a certain boy’s attention. What M/n would call the ultimate mushroom hair boy approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder, gaining M/n’s attention. M/n turned around to see who it was, expecting Mary or Vin, but who he saw left him surprised. Not the crazy weird hairstyle, but because of the very person who uses that kind of hairstyle. The man seemed as stunned as he is, and after a while, one of them spoke out. “Eli?” That, ultimately, earned M/n a melancholic smile. “M/n..” The first thing that both Eli and M/n would do right then was hug each other, maybe sob a little and all and then start the storytelling. But they were in public, and all M/n did was reach for Eli’s hand, which is still placed on his shoulder and offer him the very same smile. Suddenly the crowd burst out in amazement and turned around, all their attention was on the new transfer student, who seemed to be handling Vasco with fair ease with an innocent smile that seemed smug and teasing. M/n thought nothing of it, and simply thought he looked rather handsome, and it seemed Eli has the same thought as he does. “Hmm, I wonder if he’s willing to be my model..”

M/n sweatdropped and kept his mouth shut to prevent himself from spouting any unnecessary comment. And upon realizing Vin and Zack had stopped their childish bicker, decided to grab his snack and take the exit. “Let’s talk some time soon.” M/n said as he gave Eli a piece of paper, and on it was his number. He then grabbed his snack while Eli read his number. M/n couldn’t resist giving Eli a hug, so he pulled Eli with one of his arms and had a short lived hug before taking his exit, going towards Vin and dragging him out of the cafeteria. “O-Oi–!!” M/n ignored Vin’s complaint and surprised yelp, “Where’d Mary go?” M/n instead asked, to which Vin scowled like a child and frowned. “How am I supposed to know? I’m not her babysitter..” M/n sighed and released his hold on Vin and looked him in the eye. “You may not be her babysitter, but you’re her friend.” With that, M/n left Vin to his lackeys and decided to take it upon himself to find Mary— and if he can’t, he’ll just get a beverage.

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His mother was the only one who would brush his hair and make sure it stays silky and smooth. He had missed the feeling of a hand combing through his hair, so relaxing. That is, until they decide to comb your hair for real. M/n couldn’t hold the small yelp escaping his mouth as Vivi, his new charge, combed his hair roughly. “Geez, you didn’t let out a sound when you killed those thugs and you let out a yelp because I combed your hair too hard?” Vivi asked with an unimpressed expression on her face. M/n frowned and averted her eyes, “Everyone has a weakness.” Vivi rolled her eyes as she continued to comb her hair. “Yes, yes. Whatever you say, smarty-pants.” Another yelp escaped, and this time Vivi giggled at M/n as if it was a funny, comedic show. M/n couldn’t help but wonder whether she’s an actual sadist or not.

“Don’t blame me, your hair is so messy and dirty, the servants said it was such a hassle to clean your hair up.” Vivi said as she started to braid his hair. M/n felt another pair of eyes on him, more specifically, from the bodyguard that was supposed to body guard Vivi, and M/n couldn’t help but sweatdrop. “Do you.. Do this to everyone?” Vivi huffed, “Of course not! That’s why you should be grateful that a busy little miss like me decided to comb and braid your hair!” Vivi smugly said, expecting a ‘thank you’ or anything, from the mysterious little boy. “If you were busy, you didn’t need— Ow!!” M/n jolted from the sudden force and rubbed his head to soothe the pain. He turned around to see a fuming Vivi, who seemed to be on the verge of tears. His frown disappeared when he saw she was on the verge of crying, but before he could ask, Vivi had stormed away. “Come on, Xiao Long. He doesn’t need our help.” She said as she rushed out of the room, and Xiao Long could only follow her, leaving behind a confused boy. Did he do something wrong?

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The next day, Vivi wanted to see whether M/n was around, or at the very least, miss her. Call her stupid or spoiled, but she simply wanted all of him, his attention, devotion, love, just like how Xiao Long is towards her, although he isn’t the very least straight forward about it. After searching the whole place without Xiao Long trailing behind her without making a single noise, Vivi started to feel annoyed. She spotted a servant nearby and called her to come towards her, and the servant obeyed. “Where’s M/n? The boy with the dirty hair,” Vivi asked, only to be surprised by the servant’s answer. “Don’t worry, miss. The boy is being taught a lesson, your father was notified of his rudeness towards you yesterday.” Vivi’s eyes widened in horror, and she clenched her hands tightly. “Who reported him towards my father?” The maid raised her head in confusion as she heard the irritated voice of the lady. She had thought the young lady would have been happy and would give her a promotion or a raise. “That’s.. It was I, young la—” The servant had been expecting some sort of prize for reporting the boy, but instead, her face was thrown the other way. “Get out of my sight. And don’t let me see you ever again.” Vivi hissed bitterly as the servant held her burning cheek in fear and nodded frantically, rushing away and out of sight.

Right after that, Vivi rushed towards the place they would usually teach their servants ‘lessons’, and she never entered the place because it reeked of a disgusting smell. She ran as fast as her legs could, not stopping to catch a breath until she reached the area. She opened the door and felt tears fall down her cheeks, her heart was struck with horror when she saw M/n on the ground with no clothes on, his back bloody red as he coughed and hacked. “Get up. You won’t be able to protect the lady like that. How pathetic, just because you saved the lady once and earned her favor doesn’t mean you’re the best, or that our lady is so stupid as to spoil you rotten.” M/n didn’t answer and instead held on, as if he was processing. The old man sighed and rolled his eyes, “Hurry up, maggot. I don’t have all day for a twig like you.” And so he kicked M/n by his stomach, but instead of making him crumble into a heap, he held on. “Stop!!” Vivi shouted ferociously, earning the old man and M/n’s attention. Vivi rushed by M/n’s side and examined his face, covered in scratches, dirt mixed with blood. His lips were blue and cracked, his body trembling from the cold and the pain inflicted on his body.

“You..!!” Turning around to face the old man and reprimand him, M/n stopped her by tugging on her dress, instantly stopping her. “..I’m okay.” He said with a grimace. Vivi held back choked sobs as she can’t help but feel guilty and pathetic upon seeing M/n’s bruised figure. “What do you mean by ‘I’m okay’?!!” M/n got on his feet and offered Vivi a small, pained smile. “It means I can handle this.” He held out his hand for Vivi to reach, only for it to be slapped away, but he offered it again after wiping his hand on his pants. Vivi sniffed and finally took his hand, easily getting back on her feet. “About what happened yesterday.. Please forgive me.” Vivi was taken aback, she expected an apology, but not when he suffered because she was just too childish. “But you did nothing wrong—” M/n shook his head and wiped away her tears. “But you cried. I must’ve done something wrong. So I’m sorry for being rude to you yesterday.” Vivi scowled and wiped the remaining tears away from her eyes. “If you’re sorry then let’s get you treated in this instance.” M/n shook his head again, “I’m your bodyguard, aren’t I?” At that, Vivi nodded, her brows slightly furrowed in confusion. “I know barely anything about self defense other than using weapons, my body is so skinny I won’t be able to hold multiple kicks and punches. So to keep being your bodyguard, I have to stay and train.”

Vivi frowned in disagreement. “This– This isn’t training..! There must be some other way to train you..!” She insisted as M/n simply smiled. “You should treat all of us fairly, young lady. I can’t be the only one to get exclusive treatment from you.” Vivi pouted as she averted her eyes, her fingers playing with the fringes of her dress. She wanted to spoil M/n and only M/n, not some random bodyguard assigned to her. “Don’t worry, once I get stronger, I’ll stop. I promise.” M/n held up his pinky in front of Vivi, and she gave him a teasing smile laced with sadness and regret. “For someone who killed two thugs with only a pipe.. You’re rather childish. But since you pinky promised, you better keep it.” Raising her pinky and intertwining it with M/n’s, M/n smiled before breaking their contact. “I’ll see you soon. For now, be sure to treat Xiao Long nicely.” Vivi huffed and nodded, leaving the area, but not before sparing M/n one last glance. It’ll take some time for him to get his skinny body more toned, but Vivi knows this won’t be the last time she sees him. She’s the lady of the house, and who’s to stop her from visiting the training grounds?

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Cascades of platinum blonde hair fall over her white lab coat as she sat up, awakened from her sleep. Vivi sighed, unable to form a smile on her face. She kept dreaming of the past ever since the boy was gone. She kept wondering what she did wrong, where exactly did things go wrong, and how she should’ve noticed the signs the boy was giving her. She still remembered that after knowing M/n was interested in science, chemistry, and other subjects similar to it, Vivi had taken it upon herself to study it herself and then teach M/n what she learned.

But as she studied more about it, what she thought used to be boring and useless had begun to become interesting for her. Especially when there’s someone for her to teach and share her knowledge with. It’s been years since she last saw him, and she would never be able to forget him. She and Xiao Long will search for him and scour all over the place until she found him. She looked out the window with a determined expression. The view of Seoul, the city of Korea, is reflected within her light brown irises. Her father had given her hints of his whereabouts, and until she found the boy, she decided she wouldn't be leaving Korea.

“M/n L/n.. I’ll find you, and when I do, I’ll make sure you regret leaving us.”

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halfassaultedbrain · 2 months

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i was going to be like wf was that at 6:17 but then what in the name of satan was that at 1:3:56??????

#lovely runner #her 30 y/o lived a life back in time that her 19 y/o doesn't rmb??? but sun jae does??? and oh such pain #like srsly just piggyback sun jae and RUN #spare him the agony dude

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theprocrastinatingredkitty · 1 year

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LOOK AT DIS POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR THAT JUST MAKES ME GO 💦

UGH. WRECK ME WITH THAT GLARE PLS 😭

#ghost’s nocturne #jae-shin x lee nok #imma shove it in the potn tag too bc y not #potn #painter of the night #yahwacheop #ghost prince x human prince

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takadokii · 9 months

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✴ what the heart wants !! ‧₊.࿐

summary You try to test your luck and have a vulnerable conversation with Satoru. But all he's thinking about is kissing you, and he doesn't understand the concept of crying anyway. pairing high school!gojo satoru x f!reader tags soft fluff, comfort, gojo doesn't know emotions (canon) warnings reader mentions that they cried last night, one nono word word count 810 links collection ; taglist

this is an additional chapter of my series "caught in the middle", if you enjoyed this, consider checking it out! 🩵

"When was the last time you cried?"

The question caught Satoru off-guard. Sometimes, words would leave your mouth that would make him feel so small and stupid. He straightened his back, standing tense and tall. A million thoughts raced through his head about what could have possibly prompted you to ask such a silly question.

Did he look like he cried recently? Are you asking just out of pure curiosity? What made you think about that right now in the first place?

"I cried yesterday when you punched me, remember?"

You punch him again.

"Stop fooling around, you know what I mean...like really cry." You don't look at him when you say this. Trying to get Gojo's mood to match yours was about as easy as getting him to shut up for more than 5 minutes.

But tonight, you felt extra vulnerable for no apparent reason at all.

"I don't remember. It's been a while. I probably haven't cried since I was five."

You hum in acknowledgement, your hand running up the material of the sweater you had worn that night, fingernails brushing against one of the larger loops in your knitted sweater.

And because it's Gojo, of course, this rare, vulnerable sentence must be followed up with a 3-minute monologue with the sole purpose of sucking his own dick.

"I mean... What would I even cry about? I'm pretty. I'm talented. I'm funny and smart. I have no reason to waste my tears. Tears of joy, maybe. Because I was born so pretty and smart and talented and-"

"I cried last night," you interrupted Gojo with a shrug. It was spoken with so little emotion like you were just throwing it out there. A quick, fun little life update as if you were telling him about a new show you started last night.

"...huh?!" Gojo was shocked. He was unable to process this information, as well as unsure what he was supposed to do now. Because, unbeknownst to you, in his eyes, you were just about as talented and intelligent and maybe even a little prettier than him, so this didn't make any sense.

"Why would you ever need to cry? Who made you cry?!" This sentence left his mouth in a way more harsh, belittling and "invalidating your problems" kind of tone than he had intended.

This was Gojo Satoru, after all, of course, the question is who, what else could there be but people that hurt people?

You, knowing he was just a spoiled, confused little child on the inside (and the outside), recognised his intention behind the sentence anyway and answered.

"I don't know...I just wanted to."

"Wanted to?" Gojo was beyond confused. Crying had become a distant concept to him a long time ago. Usually, whenever he felt overwhelmed or hurt, his emotions would skip sadness and instantly transform into annoyance or anger. But for you, it seemed freeing.

For Gojo, crying was a line that mustn't be crossed, a door unopened, its key buried in a drawer in the room he grew up in.

"It's okay to want to cry. Nothing to feel guilty about. The heart knows what it wants."

But for you, crying was something good, letting everything you had carried with you seep out, wipe it away with a tissue and let it dry out, long forgotten in the trash.

You had learned not to let it overflow or push yourself to test how much you can carry. Sometimes, you just felt weak, and everything else felt heavy, and you had accepted that.

Of course, Gojo Satoru wouldn't know what that's like. He had never felt weak in his life, and something inside of you told you that you wouldn't live to see many instances in which he would.

"I felt much better after," you elaborated, seeing him go through the mental turmoil you hoped to ease his mind, "I feel much better now."

Gojo doesn't understand. He understands so little he doesn't even know where he'd begin to attempt to understand.

He's physically distraught by the confusion you had just set aflame in him.

"Well...if you ever cry again, you better not come to me because I am not at all emotionally capable of handling that."

You roll your eyes but grin nonetheless, nudging him with your shoulder before stepping closer and pressing yourself into him. Instinctively, Gojo raises his arm, letting you slip underneath as he places his hand on the sleeve of your sweater.

One of his fingers gets stuck in a loop, his eyes get stuck on your smile, and he tries hard not to kiss you right then and there.

Continuing to stare, a fluttery hot feeling formed in his chest, and he realised just how braver you were than him for giving in to what your heart wanted.

thanks for all the love on my latest one shot! :)

i hope the layout of my collection isn't too confusing, I'm working on making it more manageable and easy to understand!

i've put a lot of heart into this universe, the dynamic and my characters so I'm probably just thinking too far ahead.

i'm very happy i've started this and i can't wait for you all to see what i have in store!

love, jae 🩵

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gloomyluvr · 1 year

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i’ve been watching those couple photo booth videos this has been stuck in my head, but doing a photo booth with miles (doesn’t matter which version) my brain just imagining miles looking at the reader while they look at the photos once they come out or while taking the photos together. also bonus miles having the photos on the back of his cellphone case or inside his wallet that he just looks at from time to time.

i love this idea sooo much! the fic will be out tomorrow! tysm for requesting <3. i hope its up to your expectations!

#miles morales imagine #across the spiderverse #miles morales x reader #hobie brown x reader #miles morales x y/n #miguel o’hara x reader #＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚jae speaks!

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minkkumaz · 1 year

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FROM WINDOW TO WINDOW

it took three days for you and your family to fully move into your house. it took you three hours to finally set up your room. but it took three minutes for woonhak to see you from his bedroom window and fall in love with you. THE DAY I MET YOU series

PAIRING kim woonhak x fem!reader WC 3.2k TAGS adults dni. fluff, fluff, oh look! more fluff! cussing. woonhak is in puppy love. mutual pining. OMI NOTE i have the biggest smile on my face rn hehe.

the past few weeks had felt like what you could only describe as hell. at first it was long and tedious days of shopping for homes. then, it was doing lots of construction work inside the house. and finally, after not having a proper place to live that wasn’t a shitty hotel, your family began the moving process.

it went a lot faster than you had initially expected, but you were happy. the calm presence in the neighborhood made up for the lack of people in the area.

there was boxes on top of boxes in your arms, in which held almost your entire life. you had to lean back to maintain the weight, blowing wispies of hair out of your face so you could properly see where you were walking. part of you was too stubborn to make more than two trips, so you trudged along to your upstairs bedroom.

after dropping your things to the ground, you analyzed the surroundings properly; since you have not been able to explore much due to earlier construction. the ceilings weren’t very high since it was the second floor, but you didn’t care much at all. there were pretty hardwood floors, glazed with a matte finish, and the lighting was wonderful.

you noticed one large window on the side of your wall, mirroring exactly to the house next to you. the dark blue curtains were barely peaked open, so you paid no mind as you sat on the sill to go through one of your multiple boxes.

though as time passed, you failed to notice the sudden presence of the boy next door opening his window for fresh air. however in the middle of this, he saw you.

your figure sat idly, furrowing your eyebrows as you rummaged through your things. if looks could kill, there would be burn holes in your face from how intensely he stared at you. you were cute. really, really, cute. because of this, he was determined to get to know you.

when you felt a gaze in your direction you looked over to see the boy staring at you. he jumped at the sudden attention, making you smile. you waved kindly, opening your window to see if he needed anything.

“hi! this is a sort of random first interaction!” you huff from pushing your heavy window up.

“oh shit– i’m sorry i wasn’t trying to spy on you or anything! i just noticed you and that bedroom is usually empty you know?” he spoke very quickly, but he was quite charming. “and then woah! there’s a person in there haha…”

“no worries! i didn’t think anything negative. i’m y/n!” you smiled at him again, leaning a little more out the window.

“nice to meet you y/n, i’m woonhak.” he almost melted right there seeing you smile prettily.

“woonhak.. it has a nice ring to it. maybe we shall meet again at our windows, woonhak?” you tell him, pulling yourself back into your room.

“yes– hopefully!” he stuttered out, watching you close your window and resume your unpacking.

when you disappeared into the rest of your room, woonhak doesn’t think he’s ever bolted to his phone quicker. immediately he went to unlock his phone and pull up the groupchat with all of his friends. how could he not boast about the stunning girl next door?

all he could do was pace around his room. the sound of ringing for a couple seconds made him feel impatient, but he saw jaehyuns profile join the group call.

“holy shit jaehyun tell everyone they need to join the call right now.” the rest of the boys quickly popped in before he could say anything more.

“what do you need, woonhak?” taesan asked, sounding obviously sleepy.

“all of you guys need to come over to my house right now, but like don’t be suspicious when you pull up because i don’t want the girl next door to see.” woonhak begged.

“girl next door? wasn’t that house empty?” riwoo thought.

“yes but someone moved in, this is about her!” “our cute little maknae has a crush?!” sungho exclaimed, clearly excited for the boy.

“that’s so sweet it makes me want to vomit.” leehan made fake gagging noises, causing jaehyun to laugh.

“okay whatever but she’s actually gorgeous and i swear all of you better be on your way.” woonhak whined.

“the bikes are locked and loaded as we speak.” there was some rustling sounds from each of the boys on the other line.

“hurry!” woonhak hung up the call, quickly peeking outside to see if you were still there. your silhouette was a little blurry from the dirty windows, but you were going around hanging stuff on your walls and organizing items on your desk.

it didn’t take forever for the remainder of the boys to arrive at his house. they only lived down the street, so the bike ride wasn’t long. after parking their vehicles (as jaehyun calls it), at the side of woonhak’s house, they followed him inside.

“okay okay tell us everything!” jaehyun jumped onto the bed, kicking his feet behind him. everyone else made themselves comfortable around the room, ready to listen.

“so basically i was eating lunch downstairs right?” woonhak leaned back into his desk chair, “then when i came back up to my room, i saw someone moving in the window across the way. at first i was confused as hell because i thought it was a construction worker but it was a girl!”

“what happened next? you didn’t imagine things right?” taesan asked, suddenly intrigued.

“i’m not crazy like you are taesan– but anyways. i was honestly kind of staring at her and then she looked over at me. at first i fucking jumped i was ready to get out of there, but then she smiled at me. i swear, how could she be so pretty? it was insane.” he went on, “and get this, she opened her window and we started talking!” “i think she wants you at this point dude.” jaehyun clapped his hands together, making leehan nod his head with a grin.

“she literally introduced herself and everything, then told me that maybe we’ll meet again at our windows.”

“are you going to ask her to hang out, because you definitely should!” sungho looked out behind him, “is that her?”

everyone stood up to go look, but woonhak scrambled to get them all sitting back down and close his curtains.

“holy shit i know you guys aren’t about to all try to see her?” woonhak panicked, “what if she saw you that’s so creepy!”

“maybe she’ll find it charming that you brought all your friends over to talk about your one minute interaction.” riwoo joked.

“okay if you guys wanna see her you have to be more discreet about it.” woon cracked open the curtains a tiny bit, signaling for them to come over and see. you remained doing the same tasks you were doing since he met you, and apparently almost done.

“she is really pretty not gonna lie.” taesan mumbled, earning a shove from the lovesick boy.

“dude!”

“my bad my bad!” he chuckled, going back to his previous seat.

“so what’s the game - plan woon?” leehan looked over to him, who was now the only one standing amongst them.

“i don’t know, maybe she’ll miraculously show up at my door and confess her love to me?”

“wait! invite her to that party we’re hitting up tonight. maybe she’ll want to come with us? she can ride on the back of your bike.” jaehyun suggested.

“that could work actually, i could introduce her to the neighborhood too..” woonhak pondered, “okay but how do i ask her? i’m sure i can’t just go to her front door.”

“throw an eraser at her window to get her attention?” sungho said before picking up one of the many erasers on woon’s desk.

“i guess that could work, but all of you guys hide! that’s so awkward if she saw all of you guys staring behind me.” after giving in, he grabbed the eraser from sungho’s hand and opened his window.

the rest of the boys squatted underneath, giggling like school girls watching their friend try to talk to the girl he likes. of course they were supportive, and would stay that way to their graves, but teasing him was very amusing. it was safe to say that woonhak’s fidgeting hand pulled all of their hair to shut them up.

from what he could see, you were just on your phone scrolling mindlessly so he was hoping not to bother you. after contemplating for a solid few seconds, he chucked the object at your window. the sudden noise made you jump up slightly before opening your window and putting your head out.

“hello to you too?” you laugh, “did you need me or something?”

“sort of? i was um actually wondering if you’d want to go to a party down the street with me and my friends tonight? it can be like a welcome to the neighborhood kind of thing… only if you want to!” he took a deep breath after speaking.

“smooth.” riwoo whispered.

“that sounds fun actually! i don’t know how my dad would feel about it though.” you chew your bottom lip, thinking a bit.

“then sneak out with us? assuming your parents have been unpacking all day they’ll probably be tired and pass out! i don’t mean to be a bad influence or anything but it’d be really fun.”

“hmmm, i’d say you’re quite persuasive. what time?” you press against the sill and rest your cheek on your fist.

“at nine pm. so about four hours from now? we’re riding our bikes there but you can go on the back of mine?”

“then it’s a date, woon. i’ll see you then.” you waved at him before closing your own curtains.

you were unsure what to think as the cute boy next door asked you to hang out. especially after meeting you less than three hours ago; specifically from your bedroom window. it was an odd way to get to know your neighbor, but for some reason it was quite endearing.

was he staring or were you just a little delusional? maybe so, but that wasn’t relevant.

three and a half hours flew by, and you were anxiously getting ready. woonhak was right when he said your parents would fall asleep quickly, you could hear the snoring from across the hall.

you put together a presentable outfit, fixing up your hair as you usually do. the whole party scene wasn’t always your thing, but you wanted to make a good impression. part of you was also trying to impress him, as he technically knew nothing about you. you could put up a completely different front and he wouldn’t tell the difference.

it was important that he liked you, because being his nextdoor neighbor and also enemies didn’t sound too good.

as soon as you finished getting ready, you shoved a couple pillows underneath your blankets and opened up your window. the drop down could probably break your legs, so you sighed in defeat before pulling an extremely shaven down pencil from your desk and heaving it at woonhak’s window.

there was a little bit of silence before the curtains opened and revealed the boy you were trying to look pretty for (and his entire gang of friends behind him).

“hey! i’m ready but i kind of have a problem?” you say embarrassed.

he had to pause for a second, gawking at you like crazy. you wore a dress that hugged you perfectly, with a thin jacket draping over your shoulders. it wasn’t anything crazy fancy, but still cute for the event.

“oh– um yes! yeah hi what’s up.” woonhak blushed, scratching the back of his neck.

“i have no idea how to get out of my window… sneaking out of the front door is risky right now. my parents only went to sleep an hour ago.” you pout out your bottom lip disappointed.

“i can come down and catch you maybe? i don’t know, only if you’re okay with that!” he recommended shyly.

“yeah, yeah. that could work! just don’t drop me please.”

“only a fool would drop a girl like you.” he smirked, taking you aback slightly. the rest of his friends were reacting boyishly behind him before they all filed out to come get you. this was the moment you truly felt like a princess in need of saving. way to go feminism.

when he appeared below you his lips pulled into a wide smile, holding his arms out, “ready?”

“i’m kind of scared.”

“i promise you’ll be fine.” he plants his feet down hard, ready to catch you. “but you are wearing shorts right?”

“yes of course i am you pervert.” you roll your eyes playfully, making him blush.

swinging your leg out the window, you carefully try to step against the texture of the wall and grab against the edge. you’re able to lean yourself far enough to where you’re at a comfortable distance and let go.

you land against woonhak, feeling his tight grasp first - hand. though you stumble slightly, he’s able to hold you still against him.

“see? i caught you.” he tells you, wiping the hair from in front of your face.

“yeah you did.” a pink tint grazes over your cheeks, causing you to look away and avoid eye contact.

“you guys can stare at eachother all you want at the party, lets go!” jaehyun groans, pushing his kickstand with his foot

the others began on their bikes while you followed behind woonhak to his own.

“i’m sorry if this is a little awkward for you.” he apologized, sitting down. “but it would probably be a little safer if you held on to me.. i’ve never really rode a bike with another person behind me.”

“no– i understand! i don’t feel awkward at all woon.” you sit behind him, letting your hands snake around his waist and grabbing firmly. the sudden touch made his stomach swarm with butterflies.

as soon as you were situated, he began pedaling down the street. you were pressed against his back, letting the comfort of the night consume you. a breeze sent shivers down your spine, making you almost nuzzle your head into woonhak.

“getting comfy?” he pointed out to cover up how giddy you made him feel.

“mm, just chilly. but it’s just the wind.” you sigh against his cardigan.

“we’re almost there, it’s not too far.”

when you arrived at the party, it was a lot louder than when you barely heard it down the street. music made the walls vibrate with the bass, and there seemed to be a lot of people there. if not the whole neighborhood, most of it.

“this is the most popular house on the street for parties. there’s one almost every week during the summer.” woonhak yelled loud enough so you could hear.

“do you come to every one?” you responded with the same energy.

“not really, this is my third one this summer.” he replied. “let’s go get a drink from the kitchen, it’s loud in here.”

you accompanied him to the kitchen where it was a little quieter. there were cups spread out everywhere and lots of snacks. a few people here and there, but they were mainly in the living area.

“sooo, is this your first party?” woonhak mentioned to break the silence.

“it isn’t my first party but definitely the loudest.”

“i get that, it can get pretty deafening in here. just wait until jaehyun starts breaking out in the dance circle. i might just have to hype him up louder than the crowd.” he laughs, handing you a cup of fruit punch.

“i take it you’re very extroverted?” you take a sip from your drink.

“you could say so, i just enjoy being with my friends. but i’m nervous around certain people.”

“like who?”

“nobody specific– don’t worry about it.” he played it off, making you giggle

the rest of the night you and woonhak barely left the kitchen. he was easy to talk you, like you instantly clicked. there was something about his demeanor that switched the longer you had a conversation with him. he even skipped out on hyping jaehyun to continue speaking to you and making sure you wouldn’t be left on your own.

it was comforting to know that he wasn’t letting his eyes off of you in such a crowded space. but you could barely realize that he couldn’t look away even if he wanted to. you looked so perfect in the multicolor lights that flashed nearby.

you quickly lost track of the time, so entranced by him, that you didn’t notice the slow pile out of people. sungho and leehan came tumbling into the kitchen, completely exhausted.

“hey i’ve been looking everywhere for you guys! we’re leaving right now because jaehyun accidentally slipped and ate shit… it was getting late anyways.” sungho grunted.

“we stuffed his nose bleed with some toilet paper and he’s waiting outside.” leehan perked up from behind sungho.

“ah alright we’re right behind you.” woonhak stood up, tossing his empty solo cup to the trash before leaning out a hand to you.

you held onto the offer graciously, pulling yourself up. but when you were up on your feet, he didn’t let go, leading you outside hand in hand.

“are you cold?” he questioned as the air outside made you shiver.

“just a little, this thin sweater isn’t doing me much justice.”

a sudden warmth overflowed you as the cardigan woon was wearing made its way over your shoulders. the smell of his cologne immediately englufing you.

“there, that’s better right?”

you nod sheepishly, situating yourself on the back of his bike once again.

once your house came into view, you felt a little sad. the rest of woonhak’s friends filtered out to their houses on the ride back.

it was maybe one in the morning, but those hours you spent with woonhak would be engraved in your mind forever. you felt stupid getting so attached to him in the span of a day, but how could you not?

“so, this is your stop.” he parked his bike in the grass spot in between your houses, walking you up to your porch

“yeah haha..” you mumble, “thank you a lot for tonight, woon. it was really nice talking and getting to know you.

“it was really nice getting to know you too y/n. and um– you looked really really pretty tonight.” he looked everywhere but at you, still you know he meant it.

“thank you…” you felt very bashful, and didn’t know what to do. so you tried what felt right.

walking closer to him, you took his face in your hands and planted a kiss on his cheek. it was quick, but it sent off fireworks in his stomach.

“was that okay?” you stammer.

“that– that was more than okay.” he places one of his hands on his cheek, his fingers ghosting over where your lips were.

“i’m glad then. goodnight, woon.”

“goodnight, y/n.”

he watched as you entered your home quietly, not to wake your parents. but as soon as you were out of his view, he was grinning ear to ear, running back to his house and kicking off his shoes.

as soon as he reached his bedroom, he immediately went up to the window to see you coming into yours. you smiled at him tenderly before shutting your curtains.

that night you slept peacefully thinking about the boy next door, and you knew he did the exact same.

THE DAY I MET YOU series

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Salesman x Fem! reader masterlist

Note: I only write for fictional characters and not the actors themselves, so please keep that in mind. All of these fics are 18+.

Smut = 🙈

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One wrong move 🙈

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Shady deals and cheap thrills 🙈

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Horrible boss 🔥

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service🙈

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Corruption 🙈

A night of fun

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Like a slut thief in the night 🙈

Han Yun-Jae x Fem! reader masterlist

Disgusted 🙈

Sexercising

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The Devil's Trumpets | Pt. 2

|| A 'The Glory' fanfic || MINORS DNI [18+]

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trigger warnings: lots of swearing, bullying, murder, gore, depression, abuse, mature content, violence, sexual themes.

pairing: reader x multi

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Y/N

Heaven never appeared to be on my side since I was born. My prayers were never answered. I dreaded waking up everyday when I was in highschool. You see, I never asked for any of this. I simply wished to lead a normal life. Is that too much to ask for?

My parents divorced when I was seven years old. My mother chose to marry a wealthy man and take my sister with her. While I were to stay with my alcoholic father. Even though I shared the same roof with him, I always felt lonely. He was always spending all of my money on more alcohol. Luckily he never abused me. I had to take care of him. Each and everyday became more difficult for me. Leaving with my mother would have been a very different experience. I'm curious of what made her change her mind. She always gave me the same reason for leaving me with my dad.

“Someone has to stay behind to look after him.” She did send us money from her husband’s account to cover up my father’s medication. That’s how we kept in contact with each other. The day she left us was the last time I saw her and my sister. My mother never bothered to make a call nor visit us, or even check on us. I figured she left us for her own good.

However, I was quite close to my sister. Even our parents' divorce couldn't properly separate us. We used to write letters to one another every day since I couldn’t afford a cell-phone for myself. I kept all her letters in a box till this day.

Living like this in Semyeong never really bothered me. Taking care of my dad all by myself was quite difficult if I say, but other than that, I was fine. Until one day, I was walking on the school grounds to get to the cafeteria, when I heard a horrifying scream coming from the gym. There were quite many students casually walking near the place. How come nobody heard that?

Now that I even think about it, I realize I should have exercised caution while being curious. I decided to check out the issue. And that’s when everything started.

I was peeking through the door when I noticed a group of four students crowding near the stage. I could here some laughs when I noticed a girl with straight long hair coming out of the crowd. That’s when I saw her for the first time.

Moon Dong-Eun. Both her hands were tightly held by two more students, Son Myeong-Oh and Choi Hye-Jeong, while Lee Sa-Ra was holding Yeon-jin’s hair curling iron.

“Hey!”

I lost my balance and fell on my back. It was a guy holding a basketball and stood right over me.

“Oh come on do I look that bad?” He asked as he grabbed me by my hair.

“NO, NO, NO, PLEASE NO!! HELP!! ” I yelled for help and not one student wandering outside the gym came for my help.

“Yeah you’re fucking ugly Jae-joon, no wonder why she fell when she saw you.” That was Lee Sa-ra. She held a cigarette in her mouth while curling Yeon-jin’s hair.

He dragged me near the place where Moon Dong-Eun was lying. I noticed a burn on her right arm that resembled the shape of the curling iron. I had to get away from this place. I have to call the police.

I tried to free myself from his grasp but he dragged me back to the same place where Dong-Eun was. She was almost unconscious when I called out for her.

“Call her all you want. Neither can she help you, nor can anyone else.” Hye-Jeong let out a laugh when she dangled the keys in front of me.

“Oh look! Dong-eun has a friend now,” said Yeon-jin with a pout on her face.”Isn’t that adorable?” She said as she cupped my face with her hands.

“What’s your name?” she asked me while she looked down at my legs.

“She asked you a fucking question, you bitch,” asked Jae-joon who still held me by my hair with a painful grip.

“Well what does it say on her nametag?” said Yeon-jin as she opens the pin of the tag from my shirt. “Y/N. What a pretty name, and such pretty legs,” she took a few steps back to take a look at my legs again. “I wonder how my cigarettes would look on them.”

“Look, please, I swear I wont tell anybody, please let me go, I have to go back, I have to take care of my dad, he is not doing well. Please let me go” I started crying because I knew, I have no way out.

“Well the show hasn’t even started yet and you already want to go back?” said Yeon-Jin. She started backing away from me when she raised her thumb at me and then all of them started grabbing me at the edge of the stage. Myeong-oh and Hye-jeong grabbed me by my arms. I started panicking when I saw Sa-ra walking towards me with three burnt cigarettes together.

“NO PLEASE NO!!”

She shushed me with her finger on my lips. “This is high quality weed. Nobody can say no to these babies,” She said as she pointed the cigarettes towards me. She took a puff out of the three cigarettes together and grabbed me by my thighs. Before I even knew it, she pressed those together on my thighs.

My scream echoed on the walls of the gym. I tried flinging my legs in the air but she held them with a firm grip.

After she was done with my left leg, she went on to press them on my right one.

My screams became more and more distorted as I choked on my tears. My lungs, my throat, my legs, everything hurt.

“Oh my god, this bitch is fucking loud. Can someone shut her up?” said Yeon-jin.

“On it,” said Jae-joon. He threw the basketball away he was playing with a while ago and put his hand inside his pocket to take out a small bottle eye drops. He pressed a few drops on his eyes and put it back inside. I remember that it was that day he brutally beat up another guy who made fun of his colorblindness. His knuckles were still red from that guy’s blood.

“Imagine if she ever screamed my name,” said Jae-joon with a smirk on his face as he threw the ball away.

"Can you just shut the fuck up and shut her up?"

He grabbed my waist firmly and put his palm over my mouth tight shut.

Sa-ra continued pressing the cigarettes on my skin. My muffled screams died down eventually when I started feeling numb. This went on for quite long as I remember.

“Yeah that’ll do.”

Sa-ra removes the cigarettes from my thighs and lets go of my legs. I slid down the table and dropped to the floor. The stinging pain in my legs grew worser.

“She’s already out? Damn she’s weak as fuck,” Yeon-jin said as she nudged with her shoes on my thighs.

“Why did you do this to me? What harm did I ever do to you people?” I muttered.

“Because bitch if we didn’t, you would have told someone about us. Even though nobody even gives a shit about what we do. Nobody will ever believe you, and nobody will ever come to save your day” Yeon-jin said in a sing-song voice and the others laughed as she stood towered over me.

“What a whore,” said Myeong-oh. He kicked me at the back as I winced from the pain.

“Hey let’s go to the karaoke bar, it’s opened by now,” said Hye-jeong.

“Bye hoes,” Sa-ra waved as she walked away with others.

I laid there, barely conscious. My tears didn’t stop and my eyes were stinging. The world grew blurry around me. The burning pain, the bruises, the wounds, my head, the ringing in my ears, everything felt worse. I couldn’t even move. Before I knew anything else, I passed out on the gym floor.

I wiped the steam off my mirror as I stood naked in front of it. Some of the burnt skin on my thighs grew pinkish red over the years.

I wore some clothes on and started drying my hair. Min-hee is fast asleep in her room. I collected all the dishes from the table and put them in the sink. It’s 11.45 p.m. My sleep can wait.

I turned my phone on and opened Facebook. I searched up Moon Dong-Eun. I found a profile under the same name but there weren’t any pictures. I wonder if it’s really hers.

I was staring at her profile. Should I search them up as well? I mean, I have to if I want to change my mind.

I searched up Yeon-jin’s profile first. She worked as a weather forecaster at a news channel and married the CEO of Jaepyeong Construction in Semyeong, Ha Do-yeong. She had a child named Ha Ye-sol, same age as Min-hee.

Jeon Jae-joon is a wealthy heir to a country club and helped up scaling a clothing boutique named Siesta.

Lee Sa-ra became an artist.

Choi Hye-jeong works as a flight attendant.

For Son Myeong-oh, I couldn’t gather much information about him except maybe he works for Jeon Jae-joon.

This much was quite enough for me. I put my phone down on the table and rested my head on my arms. I kept staring at the ceiling. The yellow light from the street outside illuminated my room. I looked over at Min-hee, she’s fast asleep.

I took my phone and went over to the common balcony. I opened up my call logs on my phone as I closed the door behind me to make sure Min-hee doesn’t wake up. At the top of my call logs displayed Moon Dong-eun’s name. I almost made the call when I paused.

Wait, no. Am I doing the right thing?

I didn’t press on her name yet. Instead, I stretched back by holding on the railings and looked over at the city before me. Seoul looks beautiful especially at night. The city lights flickered like the stars in the sky. All the quietness up here and the distant hustle of the people and traffic made me calm.

I closed my eyes and let out my breath. I looked back at my phone and pressed her name. I pressed the phone against my ear. After a few rings at my end, ”Hello Moon Dong-Eun? It’s me, Y/N.”

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