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BEST FRIEND WINNER A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Kim Jinwoo
A ⇴ ATTENTION
He can’t help but pay attention to you, Jinwoo just finds himself drawn to you. It’s not necessarily that he wants to be overprotective of you, but he just likes to be there to watch more and take care of you.
B ⇴ BICKER
If the two of you really feel strongly about something, you’ll definitely start bickering with one another to try and get your way. You’ll usually bicker to try and prove your point and shut the other person down, talking over one another and firing insults across at one another too to try and get them to cave.
C ⇴ COMFORT
He always tries to be there for you, that’s the most important thing to Jinwoo. When you need comforting, he tries to repay all of the comfort that you bring him and stick by your side. He knows that he’s not the best at comforting someone, but he tries his best at least to do what he can to help you.
D ⇴ DISAGREEMENTS
It’s very rare for the two of you to disagree, conflict especially is something that Jinwoo is very wary of between the two of you. You’re usually pretty good between the two of you at sensing when maybe you’re starting to get a little bit snappy with one another and agree that maybe you should change the subject. For you to carry things on is a pretty much impossible job, it hardly ever happens between you.
E ⇴ EARLY YEARS
It took a little bit of time for the two of you to get to know each other, but you couldn’t help but find Jinwoo endearing which was a big factor in bringing the two of you closer together. There was a shyness in him that actually ended up making you want to get to know him more and try and break down the walls that he seemed to have up around you, something which over time Jinwoo definitely did.
F ⇴ FAMILY
Jinwoo’s family adored you, they were constantly asking Jinwoo about how you were, sometimes even before they asked how he was too. At the start he got pretty offended that his family would ask about you first, but in the end he got used to it. The more they asked, the more appreciative Jinwoo got that they cared enough about you to ask about you, even if it meant that he was second best in his family.
G ⇴ GETTING TOGETHER
Most of the time you’d spend time at one of your places when you hung out, Jinwoo was incredibly private and refused to go out unless he had to in order to prevent any harm coming your way. He loved to have you at home where he knew that it was a safe space for you both and didn’t have to worry about you.
H ⇴ HABITS
The two of you had a habit of knowing each other incredibly well, often being able to answer questions about the other person. You could predict what Jinwoo was going to say, and nine times out of ten get it right, just like how he often knew what you were going to say before saying a single word.
I ⇴ INSIDE JOKES
People didn’t think the two of you had many inside jokes, but secretly, you did. You usually found that when the two of you were all by yourselves, that was when the most inside jokes were created for the two of you, and so whilst others didn’t think you had any jokes, the two of you knew otherwise.
J ⇴ JEALOUSY
One of the things that you always picked up on with Jinwoo was how sensitive he could be, and your other friends definitely made him sensitive from time to time. There would be a silence by your side from Jinwoo when he was starting to get a little jealous as he’d lose his confidence to join in with the conversation, deciding instead to just stand back and hope that you don’t forget that he’s right by your side.
K ⇴ KICKS
Jinwoo got a kick out of seeing you do well, especially as he knew just how hard you worked. He was your biggest fan and always made sure to know exactly what you were up to so that he could support you. Whenever you told him that you had good news about something, he made a huge deal out of it.
L ⇴ LOVE
He loved how comfortable he was around you and how you made everything feel so relaxed for Jinwoo. There was never any pressure between you both, very rarely an uncomfortable silence or hesitancy when you were trying to decide what you were going to say, you both felt just at ease around each other. Without any doubt, you were both the person that the other felt the most comfortable around.
M ⇴ MEETING
The two of you first met at the company, you were already working there when Jinwoo joined. A couple of days into joining the company, Jinwoo was introduced to you, and as one of the first faces that he met when he started there, he seemed to rely on you for quite a bit of help whilst he first settled in.
N ⇴ NONSENSE
You were one of only a few people that Jinwoo didn’t reserve himself around. He was quite worried a lot of the time, and sometimes overshadowed too, but around you that never happened, he was just himself.
O ⇴ OBSESSION
Jinwoo was obsessed with your personality and how well you both got along. It was something that never failed to surprise him as the two of you continued to find new ways how you worked together as a team.
P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS
Being able to just spend time with you were the moments that Jinwoo adored. He loved how he was just Jinwoo around you, especially the Jinwoo that was able to sit with you and just lounge around at home, watching a cheesy movie and eating takeout, doing the things that normal people just got to do.
Q ⇴ QUESTIONS
His mind often wonders about a lot of things, and that’s something that Jinwoo loves to talk to you about. You never quite know what he’s going to say when he suggests that the two of you discuss something.
R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS
When you’re with Jinwoo, you often leave notes around his place so that he doesn’t forget things. Things like plans that you have, or dates that he needs to remember, you’ll scribble down as you know that if you just tell him without giving him a prop to be able to remember it by, he’ll probably forget about it.
S ⇴ SUPPORT
Having your support meant a great deal to Jinwoo, on the days when he worried or began to fret about the job at hand, just a simple text from you would go a long way. You seemed to know somehow when there was a little bit of worry in Jinwoo, just letting him know that you were cheering for him at least.
T ⇴ TRIPS
If there was a place that he enjoyed that he visited with the other members filming various travel documentaries, then Jinwoo would always write a note of their name so that one day he could take you too.
U ⇴ ULTIMATE
He felt beyond lucky to be able to call you his best friend, Jinwoo made sure to never take you for granted.
V ⇴ VISITS
If the two of you hadn’t been able to see each other for quite some time, then Jinwoo would usually make the effort to stop by your place and see how you are, even if he’s only got a few minutes going spare.
W ⇴ WISDOM
He tried his best to put himself in your shoes when you were struggling, gaining insight to help give you plenty of advice.
X ⇴ XXXX
Although the two of you weren’t overly affectionate with each other, you still used affection, and especially hugs, to let one another know just how important you were to each other and how grateful you were.
Y ⇴ YOU
You were his rock, Jinwoo loved just how well you understood him.
Z ⇴ ZZZ
The two of you don’t mind too much crashing at either of your places. Most of the time whoever’s place is closest you’ll both go too as when Jinwoo gets tired especially it doesn’t take long for him to sleep.
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✧ among the stars — sung jinwoo
synopsis: in which jinwoo still clings fruitlessly onto the past
tags: angst, death, unhealthy coping with said death, no comfort, gn reader
word count: 2.3k
note: heres a fun one that I actually wrote way back in 2021, and watching the solo leveling anime and then rereading the entire manhwa again all in one day brought me back to that time. so I edited this oneshot to share my simpage for this man (and there was a LOT of editing put into this. past me writing this sure was interesting)
Every step he took was just another excruciating ordeal, mirroring the boredom of every other dull day in his life. Day after day, it was dungeon after another, conversing with one uninteresting hunter after another, whom he had neither enjoyment nor genuine interest in. Everyone, except for you, that is.
You were the singular exception to all the mundanity. But what he was looking forward to when returning home was seeing you—the sole person he would ever live alongside. Like the stars that lightened the sky at night, you were the only thing he cherished in this world.
"Hello? [Y/n]? Are you home?"
No reply.
A small smile edged over his lips. 'Guess they're still at work.' But his shoulders drooped in disappointment. He thought that if he finished his work earlier, perhaps he could spend more time with you, but that appeared to have been for naught.
Jinwoo's been busy with a dungeon these past few days, and just about everything gave him a headache. Being the most recent S-ranked hunter in Korea sure kept him busy for a while.
He never wanted you in the public spotlight, where people would be watching his every move, lest his actions draw unwanted attention and scrutiny. It haunted him. But unbeknownst to his own fears, you understood that fact completely.
Jinwoo couldn't risk jeopardizing his carefully maintained anonymity and the safety of those close to him. Only then could you be by his side and comfort him when nobody else could. With your hand over his, you offer a sense of silent support. Quietly, you always preferred being at the centre of attention.
Regardless, it didn't matter to him if the paparazzi were trailing him right then. He needed more time to see you as of late. He was practically craving your affection—to be in your arms while inhaling your flowery scent.
But... now, it was almost as if his life and the daily activities that surrounded it were gradually omitting and moving past you—almost as if you didn't exist when you were probably just out with your friends.
Seeing you weren't here, he proceeded to wait for you to return home. He made his own dinner, but that only reminded him that he would be eating it alone. Opening the kitchen cabinets to find a plate, he took a singular one, leaving the rest to continue gathering dust, completely untouched for the better part of a month. His meal had ended up tasting blander than usual. Perhaps it was because you weren't here, sitting beside him.
Your absence that night sure was affecting him more than he thought.
Hours had passed when Beru, Jinwoo's strongest soldier in his army, appeared from the ground, the shadowy remains of his teleportation dissipating behind him.
With a hand over his heart, he addressed his master. "My liege… They still have not returned home yet. Perhaps you should get some rest."
Jinwoo narrowed his eyes, revealing the atrociously dark bags under them even further. It was even worse than he initially expected. This had even made Beru step back in fear of his master's wrath.
Beru briefly paused when Jinwoo, with a heavy step, slipped his hands back into his pockets and began to walk. "...Alright then. Remind me as soon as [Y/n] is at the door."
Beru nodded once again with his hand over his shadowy heart. "As you wish, my liege."
And he made his way to your and his shared bedroom. The door creaked open softly, revealing an empty bed. For a second, Jinwoo chuckled. You must've been out hanging out with your friends again. Yet, despite the room's quiet, Jinwoo didn't feel sleepy. The worry for your safety lingered in his mind. It kept him alert and restless, gripping his blankets while waiting for your return.
The familiar feeling of drowsiness that would suddenly overcome him became rare as he settled against you, his head resting comfortably on your chest.
Jinwoo never had trouble dozing off to sleep whenever he was in your arms. But without you there, it was all he could ever think of. He's had some horrible sleep lately.
'They'll come soon,' Jinwoo hummed. 'I just know it.'
But an hour passed, and then two. Three would soon follow. Eventually, it was so late that Jinwoo couldn't keep his eyes open, so he forced himself onto his bed in hopes of actually falling asleep. Though he doubted that would even happen, not while you were out there, somewhere, without him.
Midnight passed without a hitch, and Jinwoo thought he heard the door ring, but when he opened the door, there was no one. The sky was still pitch black. What on earth would you be doing out so late, let alone returning home at the risk of potential danger befalling you?
He scoffed. It must've been some kind of ding-dong ditch. And he was dumb enough to fall for it.
Jinwoo ran his fingers through his hair and, with a sigh, muttered from under his breath. "What would [Y/n] think if they saw me like this?"
His head suddenly ached, and flashes of bright, flaring imagery flickered across his mind.
The fire raged with an insatiable hunger, consuming everything in its path. Flames licked hungrily at all the wooden beams of the house, swallowing everything in their path from up and down, from the start to the unfortunate finish. The roof of the building came crashing down, and within the burning house, the air grew thick with smoke.
Outside, onlookers watched in horror. All the while, desperate cries pierced the night. Their pleas were drowned out by the roar of the flames. But there was nothing they could do. No ordinary soul could survive that.
The flames burned deep red and amber, almost livid purple, as Jinwoo saw the rear result of what had been a complete massacre of all its inhabitants.
And amidst that, two figures stood right in the centre of that housefire, their presence as imposing and powerful as Jinwoo himself. Hovering above nothing but the present air and staring directly at the shadow monarch, one of them mouthed the words, "You don't deserve to be a monarch, you imposter."
"Tch…"
That memory.
"...Beru."
The very second his words left his lips, the shadow appeared. With a hand over his chest, he addressed his master. "Yes, my liege?"
Jinwoo narrowed his eyes. "Why didn't you tell me, huh? Were you lazily watching your dramas again?" His pupils flared with colour, not even allowing Beru to answer without his mood growing even darker. "Is that more important than ensuring that [Y/n] is home safe and sound?"
The bug, stiffly standing at attention, remained silent. "I apologize, but there was no one at the d—"
"I don't want to hear it. Now get out of my sight."
Beru's head only dipped lower. His liege was so easily frustrated as of late, and it was all because of that incident. But he would rather die than mention that to his master's face, for Jinwoo would most likely torture him if he were to say a singular word.
He felt pity for their master for succumbing to such mortal feelings.
Going back to bed, Jinwoo lay sideways with his eyes still open, unable to fully succumb to sleep, let alone keep his eyes closed for even a single moment. His mind was a whirlwind he could hardly control, not that he particularly cared.
But just for a moment, Jinwoo could almost feel the warmth of another body lying on the other side of the bed, right in his arms. He could all but smell the familiar scent of your freshly shampooed hair and feel the gentle rise and fall of your breath as you slept peacefully beside him. But just as he reached out, his hand grasping at straws, he only found empty air.
A cruel reminder of your absence.
Jinwoo closed his eyes and sighed deeply. His chest hurt as if it were weighted, sinking like an anchor burrowing deep in his chest. He couldn't get the picture of your face out of his head. Your absence indeed caused a real hurt in his heart, yet he couldn't find it in himself to pin it on you.
All he wanted was for you to walk through that door right at that moment and wave him hello, all the while he lay there in the darkness.
'Ahah… right. What was I thinking?'
Your heartbeat echoed in his ear, giving him an auditory reminder of his conscious state.
'They're right there.'
You existed in his life, and that was all that mattered.
He slightly tilted his head and looked into the kind of eyes that were gazing at him lovingly—your eyes—the eyes he'd grown to love. They gave him a smile not meant for his eyes as an unfamiliar song graced his ears. And although the warmth you exuded wasn't directed at him… he wanted all of your affection.
The tender voice of his significant other echoed in his ears.
"I love you," you chimed, caressing his cheek.
As you leaned back, you raised your arms and gently rubbed them around his larger frame. Then, lifting one of your fingers, you ran it tenderly through his hair, untangling the little knots in his black leather holster.
"I love you too..." he whispered. His gaze softened ever so slightly as a gentle breath blew past. Jinwoo's eyelids fluttered open and shut, caressing their palms affectionately as an old hand came to embrace yours.
But Jinwoo knew all along. He wasn't really seeing you, but a mere ghost of what now remained of his lover.
"Fuck…"
As Jinwoo sat up at his bedside, slapping both himself and his mind awake, his heart heavy with the realization that it was all just a dream, he looked around and saw the empty spot beside him.
"....."
"Damnit…" he cursed under his breath.
It was getting to him. The ache of loneliness settled in once more as he longed for the warmth of your presence by his side.
But wherever he went, all he could see was you.
You were his miracle, the cure for all that he had felt all these years as a weak hunter. Even being an S-ranked hunter couldn't satisfy his pride. All he needed was your affection and love and nobody else's. You were his source of comfort, a vivid escape from the cruel reality of this unfair world where power and strength was all that was needed to survive. But you were living proof that wasn't what he wanted.
It was then that you noticed that glaze in his eyes. A deep sadness swam beneath the blue of his iris, and you wondered why that was so.
"What's wrong, my dear Jinwoo?" Your expression softened, growing worried at seeing his expression. "Is something on your mind? Would you like to talk to me about it? I'm all ears."
Hah…
That was something that you would always take pride in, being able to read him.
He shook his head. "... It's nothing."
A heavy sigh eluded his lips as he turned his head to the woman next to him. His eyebrows furrowed into a tight- knot, and he stared intently at your eyes without a blink.
Your hand caressed his cheek. But the warmth was missing. It felt oddly cold. "Well, if you ever want to talk, I'll always be by your side."
Jinwoo's heart clenched. 'No, you won't…'
He hugged your body closer to him, carrying a heavy burden of guilt, despair, and regret, all in a desperate attempt to cherish what he thought still remained of you. Unbeknownst to him, what he was clutching onto was but a pillow.
It was cold. It was stiff. It was nothing like you. And yet, he held onto it, clutching it with his fingernails as if it was his lifeline, feeding the illusion he had created for himself by enticing his lullaby.
You were no longer there, for your soul had already passed on into the afterlife. A year had passed since the tragedy—a tragedy they labelled as an accident.
But that couldn't have been more false.
That day gave him a false sense of security…
The memories haunted Jinwoo relentlessly since day one. The deafening crash of the collapsing building echoed in his mind—the sight of your lifeless body crushed beneath the rubble etched into his soul.
It haunted him. But deep down, he knew it wasn't an accident. Far from it.
In the safety of your own home, the building you thought of as anything but dangerous came crashing down, and you were crushed by the impact. The monarchs decided it was time to get rid of everything he cared about.
Death. A concept all too familiar to humans.
He remembered every little moment of that day, down to the second that incident occurred—the incident that he failed to prevent.
All because of him.
It was no one’s fault but his own.
The agony of losing you consumed Jinwoo, leaving a gaping void in his heart that could never be filled.
They took you away from him without remorse or justification. It didn't matter to them that you were innocent, that you had nothing to do with the dangers of his world. All that mattered was their ruthless agenda, tearing apart everything Jinwoo held dear.
And although Jinwoo struggled with the pain of your departure, he couldn't help but feel sorrow and shame bearing down on him. If only he had been there to keep you safe and out of danger. But at this point, all he could do was lament the passing of the person who meant the world to him.
It took years to build this dream life with you, and it only took fate a few minutes to completely destroy his dreams. Forever.
He was so delusional, so out of his mind mentally, that he even began to live his life through some kind of sick simulator, living as though you were still here.
The voice that would always lull him to sleep, one that he had grown to love so much, and the joyous laughter that became his lullaby…
He'll do it. Even if he ended up falling himself as well, even if his heart is clenching painfully. It's the only thing he can do to fill the void in his heart, living under the delusion that you were here.
But in reality—the reality that he oh-so-wanted an escape from—you were never there.
For you had long already passed away.
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ARCHIVED: annoyance [unfinished]
pairing: sjw/archivist!reader
unreliable synopsis: [y.name] tries to discreetly follow jinwoo but they fail so badly that jinwoo played them lmao
a/n: [y.name] whole job is from an oc so if you need a bit of context on how they work you can check my oc ophion because this is a self indulgent piece huhuhu.. also shit english and its unfinished so yeah erm
[y.name] stared down the intricately detailed paper in front of them. It honestly looked like something straight out of some fairytale but [y.name] knew better. It was a personal announcement stating where there's a bit of information that's incorrect or not processed correctly in their archives.
They sighed in irritation.
The archivist crumpled the piece of paper and then threw it aggressively to some wall, letting out an annoyed groan.
"AGH! This rarely happened before even in past timelines?? It only happened when he—" [y.name] ranted before shoving their face into their hands and let out an irritated groan again. They genuinely started to hate this job that was forcibly imposed on them.
And that job was being an archivist to archive everything that happened in this world for the purpose that their now dead boss, the absolute being, could look through the records [y.name] made if they got bored of the monarchs and rulers fighting and went off somewhere else. [y.name]'s job was supposed to made easier because information from the future and past would be forcibly injected into their head like some sort of epiphany because the movements of everything that the absolute being made was predictable. Which means they don't have to manually archive it.
That is until Sung Jin-woo came in.
That... man... almost drove [y.name] into insanity. Right after the dungeon incident, [y.name] ordinarily archived whatever happened to Sung Jin-woo in the dungeon and assumed he would have an average 'Second Awakening' and nothing more.
But when [y.name] archived it they were immediately greeted with an announcement that the information they archived was incorrect. [y.name] rose a brow at this.
They were rarely wrong so how can this be? The last time they archived something wrong was the time where Antares did something so out of character or Ashborn constantly doing decisions that even the existing predictions couldn't match his choices. [y.name] was definitely confused at this but they didn't pay that much mind to it.
They simply adjusted it and tweaked around until it approved the information [y.name] archived then after this [y.name] thought they'll never encounter this ever again for a while.
Until it repeated.
and repeated
repeated
repeated......
....aaanndd repeated......
...
"oh my god I think I'm gonna bald from stress" [y.name] whined as they gripped the folder in their hands and narrowed their eyes at the profile in the folder. The archivist gritted their teeth at the sight of the hunter.
S-rank hunter, Sung Jin-woo.
"Just how the hell did you become this strong?!!?"
The folder flew into the air as [y.name] threw it as they covered their face exasperatedly. The only thing that was haunting [y.name]'s days was Sung Jin-woo, the very reason of why they stay up at night and grovel at the thought of.
Ever since his sudden rise in the rankings in Korea, [y.name]'s work as an archivist doubled. They had to manually archive every little decision Jin-woo made in his life that'll affect the world or even the universe with how powerful he's getting. It was difficult for sure, especially when they're trying to not seem like a creep discreetly following the hunter around trying to jot down whatever Jin-woo is doing because now this magical force that helped them archive doesn't work on him.
"Eugghhh. How many days left before this guy is gonna figure out I've been following him for the past few months" [y.name] sighed as they turned their head over to where the folder fell. Their eyes hardened at thr sight of the folder, annoyance bubbling inside of them. Sung Jinwoo is seriously making their job harder than it should be.
Jin-woo can't miss how a figure would tail him whenever he was in public and most definitely whenever he's in a high ranking dungeon for some reason.
He would occasionally catch them at his peripheral vision but when he actually turn his head and try to see who it was they would magically disappear. Jin-woo could easily of course appear in their shadow but this figure hasn't posed a threat to him or to anyone he loved.
"My leige, they're tailing your trail again. Do you wish for me to dispose them?" Beru reported as he materialized behind Jin-woo. He raised his hand and waved it dismissively. "No need. Let them be"
In truth, Jin-woo recognized the figure. He was sure that the elusive stalker he has doesn't recognize them anymore but Jin-woo does.
[y.name], one of the few who didn't laughed behind Jin-woo's back but instead encouraged him and served as someone of inspiration for Jin-woo.
To be fair, Jin-woo used to have a small crush on [y.name] before but he forgotten about it when he was going through his grueling training of the system. This mostly became the reason why his feelings for [y.name] dwindled but it quickly resurfaced when they started trailing him around.
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Day 9: Eunwoo + JinJin 🎄 Voyeurism
Kinkmas 2023
You and Dongmin had really thought you'd have the dorm to yourselves for the night, so Jinwoo walking in while you were fucking on the living room couch was a surprise to say the least.
When you heard the lock being opened, you scrambled to act as though you were just watching TV together, but it was far from convincing.
"You know, I don't care if you have sex here, right? Like, I know you fuck here, it's not like it's some secret." Jinwoo set down his keys and shrugged off his coat, seeming unfazed by the whole situation. Under the blanket that Dongmin haphazardly threw over the both of you, you were half naked and had his cock stilled inside of you.
You cleared your throat to say something but Dongmin beat you to it. "What, so do you want us to just fuck in front of you, not even caring when you walk in?"
Jinwoo smirked crookedly, tonguing his cheek and letting his eyes linger over the blanket. "I mean...kinda."
Your pussy clenched at the idea of him watching; you'd always been attracted to your boyfriend's friend and roommate, just kept that to yourself. Dongmin chuckled darkly, getting your attention to look at him. He noticed the way you clenched around him. "What, you like that? Want him to watch?" He subtlely pressed deeper into you and you must have been really cock drunk because you easily agreed to having Jinwoo watch you both.
In a few minutes the blanket was tossed aside, Jinwoo was comfortably watching from a chair on the side, and Dongmin continued where he had left off. You laid on your side with Dongmin fucking you from behind, a soft moan leaving you when he moved again.
"You like him watching, hm, sweetheart?" Dongmin's voice was low, right at your ear. You were unsure if Jinwoo could even hear.
You glanced over to him and saw him gently rubbing the growing bulge in his pants. It did turn you on to see someone else getting horny because of you. And if you got to keep getting railed at the same time, even better. You sighed contently and nodded affirmatively, reaching down to lazily rub at your clit.
Jinwoo noticed you watching him and smiled but broke any eye contact. He reached into his pants and stroked his length more directly now, his eyes mainly focused on where your body connected with Dongmin's.
Your senses felt heightened, a need to perform pushing you on, in the best way. You wanted to put on a show, for someone else to see how good you can fuck and how good you get fucked. You were so head over heels for him, you wished you could show Dongmin's skills in bed off to the whole world.
Dongmin fucked you harder, the whole couch starting to shake with each thrust, and his groans were music to your ears. But you were used to hearing them; Jinwoo's low moans cut through and pierced your ears, a rush running through you down to your pussy. You noticed Dongmin was watching Jinwoo and you did the same. His pants lowered just enough to get his cock out, he stroked it pretty quickly, biting his lip.
Fuck, that was hot.
"She really likes having you watch," Dongmin chuckled. "She's so wet and keeps clenching around me. So tight, aren't you, sweetie?" You looked back at him with a slight blush, unsure if he was okay with you admitting your attraction to another man. "It's okay, I know it's hot. I think it's hot too." He spoke only to you now, punctuating the comment with a sweet kiss.
"Yeah, I like an audience." You watched Jinwoo's eyes meet yours and saw him swallow hard, his hand speeding up.
Dongmin grunted and kissed up your neck, his hot breath fanning over your skin heavily. "Gonna cum in you, sweetheart," he murmured in your ear. "Gonna fill you up, okay?"
Your heart throbbed, pounding in your chest. "Please, please, do it. I'm all yours, baby."
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Chulwoo AU where both die (no powers SL AU as well) and end up story/dimension hoppers that get assigned roles and must lead a story to certain point/ending to move to next stage
Jinchul grasps this weird concept and decides to play along because there’s nothing more to do and he doesn’t want to test out what failure will mean
First couple of stories goes smoothly and relatively easy (despite whole ass set of restrictions) but then he notices spike in difficulty and how some events don’t go as planned
He suspects there’s more ‘hoppers’ than him per story and it turns out Jinwoo is one of those as well but he has different set of requirements that apparently contradict those of Jinchul’s
At first they try to outplay each other because both don’t want to see what happens after failure but in such attempt the best they got is some sort of middle ground which allowed them both to proceed. And since then two been stuck together in each world trying to find a middle ground for theirs requirements and both absolutely hate it when they end up on opposing sides because that’s gotta be the hardest shit.
Two complete strangers slowly get to know each other and reveal bits and pieces about who they used to be before this mess (and as it turns out they actually were lovers who died together in an accident and now it’s literally them falling in love all over again)
#solo leveling#woo jin chul#sung jin woo#chulwoo#okay listen imagine it’s literally them in coma and if they both succeed they’ll wake up together#them realizing that failure is a literal death and going like ‘oh my god I almost murdered my lover—‘#jinchul having too much headaches trying to coordinate jinwoo#jinwoo is having too much fun abusing his roles before getting serious#one of the scenarios was ‘get married with noble’ for jinwoo#and for jinchul it was ‘organize your friend’s wedding on princess’#jinwoo does what’s called pro dumbass move and marries jinchul#jinchul screeching because he’s a commoner#turns out jinwoo did investigation and princess is a pretender to get his fortune#they were so close to failure lmfao
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“call me lover boy!” // hufflepuff!sanha x gryffindor!reader
pairing: hufflepuff!sanha x gryffindor!reader ft. mj who made a small irrelevant appearance lol
genre: hogwarts!au, fluff, humor, rivalry, angst(?)
warnings: lowercase intended, cheating (academic/sports), bets, pda, taking and sharing photos without consent
synopsis: y/n, a popular quidditch player, looses a bet with yoon sanha, and was conditioned to teach him how to properly play quidditch.
author notes: a tiny disclaimer, i'm not the hugest potter head so i don't really know about the school rules or whatever, but i just really liked the idea of hogwarts romance it's cute lol. i also wanted to try typing in lowercase bc why not 💀
author notes (2): sorry if it's really cringe 🧍♀️
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“professor, you’ve got to be kidding!” you complain, as you try to catch up with your professor regarding your assignment for the care of magical creatures subject.
“well miss l/n, i’m not!” she laughs, before going into her office. you grunt, eyebrows furrowed.
you have one job. to take care of yoon sanha’s cat, while he had to take care of your owl. however, nothing can be trusted with that narcissistic ass.
…
“sanha, please. don’t mess this up. take very very goo-“
“good care of him, i know.” he groans.
“sanha i'm serious!"
"why can't you just trust me?" sanha pouts,
"because, remember the egg project during our 2nd year?" your arms crossed.
"but thats just an egg!"
"not only that project, the multiple papers i've entrusted to you for our projects all suddenly disappeared in your care!" you argue.
"what's happening here?" eunwoo, your senior butts in.
"eunwoo-hyung!" sanha's eyes lighten.
"sunbae!" you exclaim
you and sanha glare at each other.
"why are you two arguing?" eunwoo questions,
"because! this ass is so irresponsible!" "y/n says i'm too irresponsible!" you both say at the same time.
"what? explain one by one, please." eunwoo sighs.
"y/n-" "sanha has to take care of my owl but i really really really don't trust him!"
"yah!" sanha shouts, making you smirk.
"i have to say i'm on y/n's side here." moonbin, your other senior comes in as well.
"hey, don't take sides!" sanha grumbles.
"i think you guys should make a bet!" moonbin suggests, wrapping his arm over eunwoo's shoulder.
eunwoo tsks at moonbin, shaking his head.
"you're so obsessed with bets..." eunwoo sighs.
"yeah yeah, like you aren't too." moonbin laughs.
"what kind of bet?" sanha questions.
"sanha!" you push him, making him whine.
"why? i'm just interested!"
"how about, a bet where you guys take care of each others pet right? whoever gets the pet attached to them wins!" moonbin smiles.
"that isn't a good idea. you shouldn't tamper with the relationship of the student and their-"
"deal!" you and sanha cut off eunwoo.
moonbin laughs, looking at eunwoo's annoyed face.
...
It's been days, weeks, and eventually 3 months. and unfortunately,
"HAHAHAHA!" sanha cackled.
"you're kidding!" you groaned, watching your majestic owl flap it's wings on sanha's shoulder.
"i win y/n! now you gotta do what i want!" he giggled.
"you're literally 10, shut up." you said, walking towards him to take your owl.
it gladly went back to you, sanha pouted as it did.
"even if you see me as a 10 year old, a bet is a bet! 10 year olds can make bets you know!" sanha argued.
"fine. what do you want?"
"teach me how to play quidditch! i made a bet with rocky hyung who also totally sucks at quidditch." sanha smirked.
"you and your brothers must be extremely addicted to bets..." you sighed, sanha's eyebrows furrowing at the statement you made.
"that doesn't matter! just teach me how to play!" sanha stomped his feet, like a child.
"okay, okay..." you muttered, choking your attempt to not laugh.
"let's go!"
"right now?"
"yes, of course! the game's in 2 weeks!" sanha said, grabbing your hand.
...
"look, you know this is cheating, right? a student is not allowed to coach another student." you say, holding your broomstick tightly, another in your hand for sanha.
he nods his head.
"that's why, you must never, ever, ever, tell anyone... deal?"
"deal!" he said, bright smile plastered on his face.
a smile threatened to appear and break your poker face. you tried to stop yourself from smiling by handing the broomstick to the tall being. sanha gives a soft 'thank you', before taking it, with extra care.
"okay, so you know how to ride a broomstick at least, right? unless... you didn't listen during our first year." you looked at him, and he simply gave you a smile.
"you're kidding. hufflepuffs really suck at quidditch don't they?"
"not all hufflepuffs!"..... "well, i'll admit that 90% of us are horrible at the game, but at least we try!"
you laughed at his attempt to defend his house.
...
a week finally passes, another week left to go.
"y/n, i think i'll really really really beat you this time!" he says, determined.
"okay, lover boy."
"ew! what is that nickna-"
"i win." you said, pointing at the ball that was rapidly falling down.
"i- it's because you distracted me!" sanha said, blushing furiously.
"well, that's what minhyuk oppa will do during the game, is it not?" you laughed.
"yes..." sanha sighed, in defeat.
"okay, try again. this time don't be distracted, lover bo-"
"s-stop!!"
you simply laugh at his tomato face, until you throw the ball at sanha to start the game.
...
finally, a week has passed.
you sit down on one of the audience seats, waiting for sanha and rocky to appear.
"y/n!" someone calls from your left, making you look.
"oh my god! oppa!" you said, giddy, giving him a tight hug.
your long time crush, and senior, myungjun came. however, you've moved on from him a ling time ago since he has already graduated, and is working outside hogwarts. sanha was the only one who knew about your crush, accidentally after snooping in your diary for fun.
"i didn't know you'd be here, how come?" you asked him.
"eunwoo told me rocky and sanha would be having a small tournament. i wanted to watch the most horrible quidditch players i know play!" mj laughed.
you laughed with him, not noticing sanha floating in the air infront of you.
"uh... excuse me?" sanha looked at both of you with obvious jealousy.
"oh, sanha!" you said, walking towards him.
"y/n, it's about to start... i'm very nervous." he sighed.
"what do you want me to do about it?"
"it's kinda embarrassing..." he whispered.
"go on, i don't care."
"really?" he asked.
"mhm." you hummed in approval.
"call me lover boy." he said, in an extremely soft voice.
"what? come again?"
"call me lover boy!" he shouted, his iconic tomato face appearing.
"yah! not so loud!" you said, looking around, embarrassed, your seniors looking at the both of you weirdly.
awkward silence was filling the atmosphere, as your flustered self looked at sanha's red face.
"f-fine..." you grumbled.
anticipation filled sanha's heart, a smile slowly forming his face.
"good luck and do your best..." you said, "l-lover boy."
extremely blushed and flustered faces were plastered on both of you, until you suddenly kissed him on the cheek.
he looked at you, shocked, until a whistle blows along with the calls of his hyungs to start the game. he flies to start the game, leaving you.
...
the game finally ends, with rocky gaining the triumph.
you go down to visit sanha. who was currently sitting town.
"sanha, you okay?" you towered above him.
"yes? no... uh, i don't know?" he said, avoiding eye contact.
"god, i distracted you didn't i?" you frowned. "i shouldn't have kissed you..." you whined.
"oh no! i-it's totally fine..." he stuttered.
"b-but i admit, even though you were red and flustered like a tomato during the game, you still did great..." you complimented him.
"thanks..." he let out a shaky sigh, before standing up.
"ye-yeah?" you said, looking up at the tall figure that was now towering over you.
"y/n, these past few weeks, i've realized that you- you- you're-"
he paused, looking into your eyes.
"I THINK YOU'RE HOT AND I LIKE YOU!" he said, before running away screaming.
you blushed, hard. super hard. extremely hard. (Ayo?🤨)
"S-SANHA! WAIT UP!" you shouted before chasing after him.
...
you lost him. you couldn't find him, he's gone!
you asked everyone around if they'd seen him, unfortunately no one has.
"where did this dumb brick go?" you whispered to yourself, as you continued to look for him.
you arrived at the library, looking through every. single. isle.
you heard whispers coming from one of the isles, the whispers sounding like sanha's annoying voice which you liked so much.
you slowly walked to the isle, to find sanha with his hyung, jinjin.
"well you should've watched the game to see what happened!" sanha complained.
"so you just basically... ran away?" jinwoo teased him.
"yeah..."
"well, go back and find her you stupid boy!" jinjin scolded, pushing sanha to leave.
"o-okay..."
"i don't he'll be needing to find me." you popped out, smiling.
sanha froze when he saw you.
"come here sanha."
he looked at his hyung, scared.
"just go..." jinwoo rolled his eyes.
sanha walked to you, looking at your face to find any anger or any negative emotions in your expressions.
"why'd you run away?" you asked him.
"i... i just didn't want to be rejected."
"rejected? you didn't even get to hear my response!" you whispered in an annoyed tone.
"it's because, i realized that it was the extremely worst timing since m-hyung came back..." he pouted.
"yah! i'm totally totally over him!" you said, making sanha feel relieved.
"why would i kiss your cheek if i didn't like you?" you mumbled.
"y-you like me?" sanha's eyes widened.
"yes, for a while now... most of the time i just act annoyed with you because of the task, but i promise you, i'm actually super duper in love with you." you explained.
sanha was flabbergasted, he didn't know what to say. at all.
"oh... okay." he breathed.
"so?"
"oh... okay." he said once again, making you laugh.
you looked into his eyes, before going on your tiptoes, grabbing sanha's nape to make him bend down more.
you connect your lips with his, for a short second, before pulling away.
"oh." said sanha.
"is oh your favorite word now?" you giggled, still on your tiptoes, arms wrapped around his shoulder.
"i... i don't know." he smiled, before kissing you again.
*click*
you broke the kiss to see where that noise came from, only to see jinwoo taking photos with his phone.
"s-sunbae!"
...
End lol
...
Lil extra story in the gc:
dongwoo: look what me and minhyuk saw todayㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
dongwoo: *photo of you kissing sanha on the cheek*
jinjin: that can't compare to what i saw at the library today 🤮
bin: why? what is it?
dongwoo: you should've went to the game bin!
jinjin: *photo of y'all kissing LMFAOO*
bin: NO WAY
locky: wow sanha got the real win right there ㅋㅋㅋ
mj: replied to eunwoo; i literally saw that in front of my face, please. 😭
mj: replied to jinjin; wow our maknae has finally grown!
sanha: yah! why are you taking pics of me an y/n now :(
bin: of course, we're happy to see our maknae grow ㅋㅋㅋ
sanha: once y/n finds out about this, you're all dead meat.
dongwoo: please, i raised her.
#yoon sanha#astro x reader#sanha x reader#mj#kim myungjun#myungjun#jinjin#park jinwoo#jinwoo#lee dongmin#eunwoo#cha eunwoo#moonbin#rocky#park minhyuk#minhyuk#astro#kpop#astro scenarios#fluff#hogwarts#hufflepuff#gryffindor#quidditch#hestia loves astro#astro kpop#emo#deez nuts#ur mom
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hey!! first of all you’re litteraly saving my life by being the only g9 writer lol, anyway, could i ask for make out sessions with ghost9 please 😫😫
Ooooo Spicy!! I'd love too lol, I'll go a bit easy on the younger members and not make them really nsfw, but I'll still make them steamy for the others 😙
(legit almost forgot the ex members ☹️ I feel like I hardly know them anymore)
Sorry this took awhile but I was out of Kpop for a little while but she's done now 😌
Ghost9 Make Out Sessions
Junhyung
Bro he'd be so awkward the first time you even try making out with him
But he'd get into more the second time you do it
And when he does, holy shit-
I feel like we all know that he's pretty controlling just because he's the leader and wanted things to be perfect back in his trainee days and dear god-
Once he starts to get more confident with you he's definitely taking a Dom role
And he's not going to tolerate teasing from you
I can almost guarantee ike once you guys do the deed the first time he's not holding back when you guys make out and it'll always end in something more
More or less likely pins you down, whether you are teasing him or not he's not letting you move any time soon
And also grinds his hips into yours for the same reason of whether your teasing him or not he's just gonna drive you mad
And this cheeky motherfuckers smirk he'll have when does drive you mad- y'all better be prepared, that's all imma say
Dongjun
Also is super awkward to first time
But to me he feels like an emotional and romantic person secretly so he's so still down to do it with you
Honestly I could imagine him accidentally doing something to ruin the mood but in a playful way
Just because he's like that lol
But most of the time he still knows how to be romantic with you
Probably loves just going slow and taking his time with you
And probably teases you if you want to go faster by forcing you to keep it slow
He doesn't get too handsy but he's always holding you in some way
His makeouts probably won't end in something deeper unless you want them too
But when they don't he's still just a giggly mess that cuddles and relaxes with you for awhile
Shin/Suhyun
Serious playful if that makes sense?
Like you both are still laughing and giggling with each other while making out but it's more like teasing while doing it
Like there's so many little things you do to each other that just drive you both crazy
Whether it be the lip biting, roaming hands, subtle hair pulling you just drive each other mad
There's never a boring make out session with each other, you're just here to have fun with each other
He'll get more passionate about it too the more you do it
Because he's just in love with teasing you non stop
And he's always full of surprises 😉
Make outs with him will most likely end up going further than intended
But you're not complaining because DAMN he's got at what he does
Kangsung
Confused excited awkward?
Like he really enjoys kissing you but making out is a bit different but he's excited to try with you
Will be a bit awkward at first but soon starts getting into it
Learns pretty early on that he enjoys teasing you and wants to make you want more
Also likes it when you tease him back so he knows you're comfortable with him
Bites your lip all the time
He just enjoys your reaction everytime
There will be a few occasions when there's something that makes you both laugh and ends up ruining the mood
But most of the time he can resume as if nothing happened
Or just settle for laying with you silently
Junseong
Awkward but somehow just like kissing your best friend
Like honestly he's the only one that I don't think would ever get used to it and he's always a flustered mess
Kissing you normally is still awkward for him let alone making out
He'd definitely have to be completely comfortable with you to do something that inimate
But when he does get to that point he's the sweetest ever
He's so gentle with you and treats you like glass, probably because he's still nervous
And he'll always find a way to lighten the mood by joking around with you
Sometimes (most of the time) you'd have to take the lead and be the one to initiate it
He's always super happy afterwards too
He does enjoy it, he's just a mess always trying to do it
Prince/Pasidh
Surprisingly I don't think he'd be that awkward, but I also don't think he'd go very far with it
Like he's definitely awkward at first but after that he more just does it when he's relaxing with you
Usually just goes slow and gives more lazy kisses
Likes doing it when you're both laying down together
And he likes to put his hand on your waist when you're both like this
Might even draw small circles with his thumb on your waist
That end up accidentally making your shirt ride up a bit and he starts doing it on your bare skin
Which can go either way with making you excited or end up accidentally tickling you
But either way after you both pull away he just smiles at you
And usually just ends in cuddles
Woojin
I feel like he wouldn't be really into it but if it makes you happy he'll do it
I just never see him being the one to initiate it first
But with that said he'll still make his best efforts
Usually let's you take the lead to do what you want
Lots of lazy kisses
Gets a bit awkward when you start getting to it more
Like if you start straddling him or pin his hands up and turns into awkward giggles
Might just push you away for a minute, which you understand and let him get comfortable again or just leave it at that
Probably just goes back to cuddling
Although, I could see neck kisses for him being a bit different and more enjoyable-
Taeseung
It's been awhile so idk if I really know how to write for him anymore
But all I can really imagine is just him being giggly the whole time
I feel like he's the only member that would prefer to be standing up when making out just because he likes looking down on you
Never takes it any further than making out just because he enjoys engulfing you in his arms and kissing you
Would on occasion though, pick you and carry you to sit down with you on the bed or whatever is closest to you
Honestly doesn't ever let you move away from him, and kinda likes it when you wrap your legs around him
Does verbally tease you but in more of a cute way
Cuz I could see him liking seeing your pink cheeks and making you blush all the time
Because he just thinks your cute
When he's done he enjoys just resting his nose on yours and will almost always end up laying down and falling asleep with you
Jinwoo
(his is non-suggestive) even tho he's 18 now and I was writing this before then so
You guys haven't done a lot of really being intimate with each other
In fact kissing each other was really all you've done
But that didn't change that fact that he enjoyed kissing you all the time
Even if he'd get flustered every time he did
There was a day when you were both just laying together in bed and he wanted to try and get over being shy all the time
He turned over making you look at him and he kissed you lips
You smiled at him but you were surprised when he didn't pull away fully and came back to kiss you again
He was still getting smiley and flustered but he enjoyed he little stream of kisses he was giving you
He rested his arm over your body and you just let him keep kissing you
He stopped after a few minutes and just laid where he was with you proud of his accomplishment
#kpop#kpop reactions#kpop scenarios#ghost9#junhyung#dongjun#shin#kangsung#junseong#prince#woojin#taeseung#jinwoo
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9pm.
You both had lived busy lives but you promised to spend tonight together. So you found yourselves huddled in the back of his pick-up truck which he has made as cozy as he could. Watching the starlit sky was one of your bucket list but of course it had to rain that night and you ended up in a random parking area, watching movies on his laptop and seated as closely as possible.
He had an arm slung across your shoulder and you nuzzled comfortably on his. At this space, at this time, it was just you and him and the beer in your hand and the sparkling water for him. He never drank a sip when he drove with you, he was responsible like that. It was one of the things you loved about him.
The movie's audio was set so low you could barely make out the conversation of the actors but you actually didn't care. He had you enveloped in his warmth and you were content and happy. You let out a sigh of contentment and you saw him smile through the corner of your eyes.
You then talked about your future, of the house you dreamed to have and the grand wedding he wanted to give you. You punched him lightly when he jokingly said he wanted five kids at the minimum.
You talked about how you'd annoy your children and grandchildren with your endless parade of affection and how he'd hold your hand lovingly like today for the rest of your lives. It will be you and him, wrinkles and all.
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12mn.
He dropped you off at your place and just when you were about to get off, he grabbed and kissed you--gentle and tentative at first but needy and demanding as soon as you responded. There was only silence as you and him broke off from the kiss, each one afraid to break that wonderful bubble but he eventually got the courage to whisper that he loves you. You smiled and nodded and said you loved him too.
You waved him off with a lovestruck look in your eyes and once he was far enough to not see, you finally let yourself break down.
//
You both decided to meet up for one last time before you let each other go.
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Fluctuating Skies (Part 1 of 2) — Yandere! Sung Jinwoo x Female Reader
Synopsis: The scenario where the Monarchs rule Earth and the Shadow Monarch finds you in the New World.
A/N: this is one of two parts (he’ll get more unhinged, don’t worry). additionally, this is cross posted on quotev under the same name (viloxity). Any and all feedback or comments are greatly appreciated!!!
You loved the sky.
The sky was beautiful, and perfect. It was never-ending; even when you stared until your eyes burned, you could never find the ending—or the beginning. You would stare, and stare, until you noticed the clouds. The way the clouds explored the skies’ vastness, steadily drifting towards their next unknown journey, gave you hope in this fickle world—a world where you were not sure if a tomorrow was guaranteed.
Each distortion that filled the skies—the skies you have started to despise—spelled an inevitable demise as humanity endured even worse losses. As you took exams at college, there were lines outside of hospitals. The day of your graduation, as you walked the confetti covered balcony, there were bodies lining graves—the A-rank dungeon break nearly flushed out a small city an hour away from you. That day, your supposed ‘celebration’ encompassed hesitant smiles and reluctant whispers that congratulated you on your success.
“At least we are still here.” You recalled a woman saying, scolding the looks on her family’s faces.
You looked at the sky, your tassel gently flowing with the motion of your head. Eventually, the monsters will take over this land. They will overwhelm humanity’s strongest fighters and wipe out the population in clusters. You could feel the anger pooling, then, at your helplessness. Average civilians were so weak, so useless. It hurt that you couldn’t even protect anyone, let alone yourself. Why, why were you born so weak—
Your emotions stilled at a cloud that slowly passed over the sun. Your heart was calm, beating slower.
Even when the world ends, the sky will remain unchanged—unchanged, vast, and still beautiful.
Then, the world ended.
You still remembered the day as if it were just yesterday, when the gates appeared—the roaring sounds oscillating across the entire country and its diameter devouring the peaceful summer sky. The action of itself was unjust—not because it triggered the apocalypse, but because it tied in a pacifist to the unyielding destruction of the entire world. There was a brief intermission between the gate openings and the flow of monsters; realization of the situation propelled Darwin’s theory of natural selection into motion. You were lucky to have broken out of your stupor, yelling out that everyone should run—maybe you saved some lives that day.
The screams were just as loud as the tremors that shook the earth once the rampage began. You could not focus on anything else but the shrieks, and the vile sounds of slicing of innocent faces you would now never get to meet in this lifetime. Once again, you were helpless to the world around you. No awakening, no power, no ability to do anything. The best you could do was silence your whimpers and hope it all stops.
Was your family okay? You thought as another scream fell silent. Where were they?
You looked at the sky for a miracle, but all you could see was that damned gate.
“Thank you.” The stranger’s trembling hands folded over the small bread bun, his eyes full of shame and gratitude.
You nodded, then smiled. “You can pick up water from the well just North of here.”
The man nodded his head, repeatedly murmuring ‘thank you’s’ with his voice growing hoarse as tears dripped down his eyes. He had not moved to start eating yet; you could feel his hesitance even after you gave him the bun. You nodded once more before making a swift exit. From a few meters away, you could distantly make out the sounds of biting and chewing.
Your heart felt content. It was warm, sometimes, but it was hard for the heat to linger long. It was hard to fan the flames in the first place; humanity had dispersed into fragments, with remnants of a sound society lost long ago. You also had not heard of a single word regarding your family, no matter how many villages you crossed or people you asked—you assumed them dead on the day of the Parade.
Yes, the day of the Parade. The day of the nightmare you wished to forget, the crossing of endless monstrosities, and the mark of the end of humanity. By some miracle, despite the constant onslaught of dragons and beasts crossing the gates, you lived. Back then, people agreed how fortunate you and others were to be able to hide—after all, if you didn’t hide, you ran. Yet, all you could feel was turmoil brewing within you.
Was it really something fortunate?
The people you loved; your family, friends, they were all gone. Your accomplishments, career, vanished the moment the gates flooded open. Back then, you were playing a game of ‘pretend’—those serene smiles and unsaid thoughts renounced the oncoming catastrophe as a tale of make-believe. You wanted to shout at the survivors that nothing was ‘fortunate’ anymore, that you all were apart of scrapped pages ripped from a fable that deemed your lives forfeit after its story reached the end. You were dirt on the ground, now; organic matter that existed as sustenance for better life forms.
Then, there was the sky. The sky you had loved and cherished deeply, was an entity that you blamed. It was the sky’s fault; something that symbolized tranquility and freedom was replaced as a symbol of the beginning of the end. Beautiful, were the bright explosions that blinded and wrecked cities. Vast, the lines of gates that it held. Limitless, the rows and rows of monsters it brought from within. No longer a constant variable in your life, it was something that reminded you of the day you lost everything.
At least, that’s what you thought back then.
There was more to life than you realized when you found the first village. You had trekked far from the city, and far from your home. You did not know where you were walking, and it looked fruitless based on the lack of your supplies. By a stroke of luck, a group came across you while you were slumped on the floor. They pitied you, offering to take you to their sanctuary—the last of humanity’s efforts to survive.
Upon arrival, you noticed the structure itself looked flimsy, with a handful of people walking through rubble and around deep holes in the ground. It also looked poorly built; houses were built from logs and leaves, with some looking as if they could fall over any moment. But, that didn’t matter—what mattered were the people. A person stood in the middle of the village; you could only make out his shouts and pointing in different directions to assume he was the leader of the village. You watched as men moved to build another house, the same poorly structured house, as others ran away to seemingly get supplies. The women occupied their time by cooking and playing with the children, and you nearly cried at how carefree the children looked.
Despite everyone’s losses, they still moved on. You all were specks of dirt in the ground, but together—as soil—you could erode even the hardest of rocks.
You stopped momentarily, turning behind a piece of wooden wall that was left from a now-destroyed-shed. You peeked around the corner, seeing the man feast on the tiny bun. Good, he was eating. You originally volunteered to assist outsiders, thus had been handing out bread buns the entire day to lone scavengers roaming the outskirts. Although you could no longer take care of your family like you used to, at least you can try to ensure the nourishment of others.
You sighed, relief sifting down your body. You shifted through your bag, feeling the weight of a singular item. You had one more piece left, meaning your work wasn’t over, but you had exhausted nearly the entire outskirts. Perhaps you should take another lap around again—
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw what looked to be a dark, blackened figure. It reminded you of the black spots you would get when you were dizzy or fatigued, so you turned your head for a better view.
There was… nothing. Everything was dark, covered by a half-broken roof and the rapid growth of moss and vines. You felt as if… something was staring at you. It was like a sharp pinch, as if there was a pair of eyes piercing like a needle into your soul. At the same time, you felt tired; enough so that if you were to close your eyes right now, you were sure the abyss would greet you in response.
Your eyes swept the shed, noticing a faintly drawn outline that was swaying within the void of darkness. You made contact with a pair of dimmed gray hues, its stare so bold and cold that a shiver quaked through your body. It was tempting to conclude that it was just some illusion, some petty trick on your mind so that the pill was easier to swallow. The longer you stared into the gray depths, the more you couldn’t look away.
What was this feeling?
It was not only that you felt your heart pump strenuously, but the surreality of your condition. You felt and heard your heart pump simultaneously with the feeling of adrenaline hitting your bloodstream. Your arms and legs tensed out of instinct, causing you to wince as your muscle fibers moved and pulled across your bones. The several cracks under the soles of your feet trembled slightly, as if matching your fear.
You wanted to look away so badly. You are too entranced now; a rabbit trapped under sharp claws as the wolf stared down its prey.
Please, please, please, look away.
No, this feeling—
You are remembering that day again. God, why even remember now?
It must be a coincidence—but it couldn’t be. It feels so much like…
Like…
Like those beasts.
Those beasts that walked where the sun did not follow.
They appeared in shaky and inky black forms. They would appear, and whatever they would do, would always result in a calamity. You heard the most screams from them, always.
“I’m paralyzed.” You thought, realization sinking in.
Is this the end?
Then, a sigh.
A deep, long, aired out sigh.
In an instant, all the pressure building within your frame vanished. The tension on your sarcomeres lessened, like a weight slowly floating off your shoulders. As the rush dissipated, you are left with trembling hands and shaky legs. Your senses came back to you, one by one.
Your head shot up, fearful eyes meeting wary ones. You see a figure, now—which looked to be a man—but it was odd. His frame was fluctuating between reality and obscurity, like he was struggling to pick the right balance of tenebrosity or to succumb entirely to the veil of night. His stare engraved holes into you; it was lucky that you hadn’t deflated into a balloon, most likely due to the restraint on his aura.
Aura… his sheer presence is powerful enough to knock you unconscious, that much you could tell.
To be truthful, you were clueless as to his actual thoughts. Initially, his presence was concealed—only emitting essence that you now thought was a warning. Maybe you pushed a button or two, seeing as he actually appeared in front of you. If anything, you were slightly grateful to know that you weren’t entirely crazy and that there was an actual person in the shed. However, you couldn’t read his expression at all; firstly because he wasn’t conveying anything, and secondly because you were too scared to try.
Neither of you moved; the shock having knocked the breath out of you and the stranger seemingly studying you.
Then,
“Go home.”
His voice was deep, so low in octave you imagined the sound waves still bouncing around your ear drums. In any other situation, it would’ve soothed you, as you envisioned singing lullabies or the humming of baritone tunes.
But, you also weren’t stupid. The man’s wording was specific—a demand. In a sense, he was a king; a ruler who offers you mercy after finding you in contempt of the sovereign because you tried stepping on his land. Unconsciously, your legs moved, recognizing that the lord gave you permission to leave—words your being waited on with bated breath to live another day.
So, you ran, not realizing that you dropped your bag of items, nor the growing smile on the stranger’s face.
That man, he never left your mind.
Somber gray eyes, and a complexion that rivaled Greek gods. His hair was as dark as the shadows devoured under his silhouette. He was more than ordinary, representative of a being that practices and deals in absolute power. There were only a handful of people who were gifted with abilities like that, back when the very first gates opened.
Right, now you remembered—they were called hunters. Hunters were classified into different rankings, all the way to S-rank and even national level hunters. To be a hunter, you were granted a certain seed of power.
If he were to be like anything else back then, could he have been a hunter? An S-class, even?
It was rare to come across ‘hunters’ anymore, the label long disbanding alongside the association that coined the term. When they appeared, it was considered a bad omen. Either they were chased by the Monarchs of the New World (for the risk they held) or isolated by the unawakened out of fear. Perhaps, the man was the last of the hunters—of the humans who could fight back at all.
Either way, you wanted to see him again. The more reflecting you did, the more you registered his seclusion; he is far, far from the remnants of civilization.
Regardless of the fear you felt, or the possibility of death, he was still human. He was someone who lost everything, just like you and everyone else.
The destination was a long and grueling walk from the current village you stayed at. Passing by outlanders, you gave out food and supplies as normal, while steadily making your way towards the shed.
Would he still be there? It was hard to say. Most remaining hunters were known to be nomads; staying in one place for longer than a day was like shooting fish in a barrel for their next enemy. You were not sure if he was a hunter in the first place, too—it was your latest profound superstition to be proven by whatever little luck you had left. As you treaded further, the familiarity of your surroundings fill you with perpetual dread. You began to second-guess your courage to embark on this trip in the first place, thoughts clouded and eventually drowned out by faint whispers inside decaying wooden walls. The moment your final step reached the broken shelter a hush filled the air, the shed girdling the edge of the forest encompassed by a heavy silence.
“Hello?” You called out to no one in particular.
You nearly surprised yourself with the surge of bravery to make out your greeting. You peeked into the shed, hands waving through vines. There was no one around the entrance, despite you hearing multiple voices.
Odd.
You weaved through a few cracks in the floorboard before being greeted by gray eyes. You jumped, obviously, because you did not expect him to be in such close proximity to you. He was a till a few feet away, but you could have never spotted him if he chose to sit closer to the wall. He was indeed discernible now, sitting under a small stream of light gifted by the sun. His shadow dragged along the box he sat atop of, sinking behind its crevices before pushing itself onto the wall and absorbing its shade. In any other universe, you would’ve described it as strange. In this case, you thought it supported how outlandish—and isolated—he must be.
“You’re back, what a surprise,” The man said, expression clearly detached. “I thought I scared you off.”
This was going to be difficult.
“Right. I was, but I thought it would be better to introduce myself since we got off on the wrong foot—“
A half truth, but you were also cautious.
“—my name is Y/N.”
He was burning holes into you again—the stare wasn’t any less discomforting than the previous time. His silence, too, was deafening. A sudden urge to scream to at least get a reaction out of him rose within you, but you quickly simmered it out.
The stranger’s eyes narrowed slightly as he let out a faint hum.
You winced. “I wanted to give you something that I couldn’t last time.”
You quickly plucked out a wrapped item, hastily tearing through the covering to reveal a bread bun. You weren’t able to catch a glimpse of his face, opting to shift the bread onto an elevated surface so he wouldn’t be incentivized to lunge at you.
“I hope that this helps you, even if it isn’t a whole lot.” You said, nervously picking your cuticles.
The silence was very, VERY heavy, and—can he please say something?
You looked up and caught the man’s wide eyed, dazed state as his eyes lingered on the bread. It reminded you of a skeptical stray cat at a crossroads when offered an open-hand. The man’s eyes met yours, then, and all you could think was how much better he looked without baring his teeth at you.
“You’re funny.” He dryly chuckled, faint smile betraying his nonchalance.
You offered a small smile, blissfully unaware of his next few words.
“I’m Jinwoo.”
And,
“See you tomorrow?”
“Are you a hunter, Jinwoo?” You asked after placing down the wrapped bread.
You wanted to use his name in some way, lest you forget it or say it wrong. It was ironic you carried over some of your social habits after the end of the world, like a puppy you once fed.
“You could say that,” Jinwoo replied simply.
“Could?” You echoed.
He must’ve noticed your frown, adding, “Not like it matters now.”
He had a point; the name lost its meaning awhile ago. Still, you were ruffled by his restrained disposition. Surely, the label still had meaning to him.
…No, that was an unfair presumption. Jinwoo knows his own memories and emotions better than everyone, especially you. Besides, it wasn’t worth arguing the semantics on the basis of mere suspicion.
Thus, you decided to let it go.
Ah, that reminded you—he never told you his last name.
“You don’t have family?”
“I did.”
You perked up. “…You lost them, too?”
Jinwoo closed his eyes, licking his lips. “Because of the Tragedy, yes, if that’s what you’re asking.”
Then, he squinted his eyes curiously. “I’m more interested in your story.”
You coughed suddenly, shocked by his gravitation towards you. Maybe it was because all you had to offer was bread and stories, or because you never took the chance to settle with your memories, but you felt compelled to talk.
And talk, you did.
Jinwoo was an excellent listener; he was levelheaded and passive, allowing you to just… talk, and talk, and talk (with a tendency to sigh or huff as remarks). You were spilling your family’s entire life story, grasping this fact in the middle of talking about your sister’s fiancé’s secret affair, but you found that you didn’t care. If you weren’t able to come to terms with your family’s passing before this, perhaps someone else can remember in your stead.
Did he care to remember every single detail, anyway? Probably not.
“Hold on—I lost track of the time. Crap, it’s getting dark.” You said, rushing to readjust your cloak. If you started the walk now, you might make it before it’s fully dark.
“It’s rather late, it wouldn’t be safe for you to leave.” Jinwoo said, rough voice clipping louder than your hurried shuffling.
“Did you like my stories that much?” You joked.
You waited a few beats of silence. “Sorry, bad joke; I wouldn’t have any place to sleep if I stayed, anyway.”
The shed violently shook at the end of your sentence, causing your heart to lurch in your chest. You latched onto the metal pole next to you, clutching tightly as you waited for the shaking to cease. Within seconds, Jinwoo was next to you, gently but firmly holding your arm; in moments, the quaking stopped.
“Must’ve been an earthquake.” Jinwoo noted, tone and expression laced with unconventional serenity.
Your quivering hadn’t stopped after the vibrations ceased. In fact, it increased exponentially because you were still trying to comprehend the glimpse of Jinwoo’s vibrant, deep purple eyes etched with absolute unadulterated fury.
You were deluded, you thought quickly as your breathing hastened. You were tired, surely.
“I should go home.”
His breathing stilled.
“Don’t forget about me tomorrow,” Jinwoo said, sounding strangely hollow as his iron grip slowly released you.
Once again, you ran away from his grasp.
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follow you.
jinwoo sung x fem.reader
{ i will follow you way down wherever you may go | i'll follow you way down to your deepest low | i'll always be around wherever life takes you | you know i'll follow you... }
anonymous said: Is it possible to have a scenario with Jinwoo where f.reader is dealing with a co-worker in his 50s at work who makes her uncomfortable by making inappropriate remarks in his conversations with her and never respects her personal space, she isn't scared of him but he makes her anxious and nervous at his sight for 7 months straight...and she doesn't tell Jinwoo until he starts noticing that she spaces out more often lost in her thoughts. (Its a true event that happened to me at my work and I hope you can write a comforting scenario for it😮💨 also eager to see more of protective Jinwoo 😏)
lately, you found yourself dreading the thought of going to work.
you were a young woman who was a regular civilian in this world filled with hunters, gates, and monsters. ever since these strange gates began to appear all across the world, thousands of people awakened with this unique ability to combat against these threats-
your boyfriend being one of these well known hunters.
however, you were not one of those special humans that had awakened with these abilities.
which was why you worked a regular office job in the midst of the city. and your job was by no means too difficult-
however, there was just one tiny issue with your workplace-
and that came in the form of your highly persistent coworker.
he was a balding man that appeared to be in his mid-50s named ryung. the moment your assigned cubicle was directly next to him, the man made it his life's mission to constantly flirt with you. in between breaks, he would find you and proceed to talk to you, all while placing lingering touches against your arm or shoulder.
"you're so beautiful, hehe."
"you say you have a boyfriend, but i don't believe he's serious about you. hell, if i were 30 years younger, i would have snatched you up and put a ring on that pretty little finger of yours!"
"damn, your ass looks fine in that skirt..."
hearing such constant remarks was enough to make you shudder.
despite the many times you told him you had a boyfriend (that also worked as a powerful hunter!), the man refused to back off. and the fact that this had been going on for nearly 7 months now made it so much worse for you.
now, you were filled with anxiety when ryung casually saunters up to your cubicle. even during the times where you purposely ignored him, the man would simply proceed to linger outside of your cubicle, forcing you to listen to his heavy breathing and crazed mutterings, only walking away when the sounds of your other coworkers approaching forces him to make his retreat.
you thought about turning in your letter of resignation several times, but always decided against it, since this was a good job that paid well-
and you didn't want your boyfriend to do all the heavy lifting when it came to your shared finances.
being so caught up with your thoughts, you couldn't even touch the breakfast your boyfriend had made for you, making him frown in response. he calls out your name several times, but you remain completely unresponsive to him.
"sarang." he calls out your nickname while brushing the ice cold glass of orange juice against your cheek. the sudden, icy sensation felt against your skin successfully manages to break you out of your thoughts, forcing to face your boyfriend's concerned gaze.
"jinwoo... what is it?"
jinwoo sighs before running a hand through his hair, placing the glass of orange juice back on the table. "i was asking you if you were okay for several minutes now, and you just recently responded to me. is something bothering you? i noticed that you haven't been yourself lately... ever since you started your job at that company."
you shift around uncomfortably in your seat, feeling as though you were being interrogated by jinwoo.
"it's nothing, jin. just-"
"bullshit it's nothing."
jinwoo then casually sits back in his seat with his arms crossed, his voice coming out as strained as he was clearly trying to control his anger.
"has ryung been bothering you again?"
your mouth goes dry, meeting jinwoo's gaze with wide eyes.
"h-how did you know about that?"
a smirk paints his handsome features. "have you forgotten just who your lover is?"
ah, that's right... he was the shadow monarch. he probably placed a bunch of his soldiers within your shadow and saw what was going on through their eyes.
"i could always have bellion rip through him for you?" jinwoo asks you while letting out a series of rich chuckles, but you were only half-certain that he was simply joking.
"n-no, you don't need to go that far. ryung is harmless... but a nuisance."
jinwoo hums before gesturing at your plate of breakfast. "come on, go ahead and finish eating. i'm going to take you to work."
"oh, you don't need to, jinwoo-"
"sarang, please, i insist."
with his voice dripping with a saccharine sweetness, you could no longer deny him. letting out a sigh, you give him a nod before returning your attention back to the delicious breakfast jinwoo had prepared for you.
you spend the next thirty minutes making small talk with your boyfriend, setting up plans for the upcoming weekend while being filled with an eagerness for the end of the week. once you finished eating and jinwoo had washed all the plates did he grab his keys. smoothing out your blouse and skirt, you grab your own briefcase while walking out the door with jinwoo.
throughout the whole drive to your workplace, jinwoo holds on to your hand while keeping his other hand on the steering wheel. during every stop light, he brings the back of your hand up against his lips, giving it a sweet kiss while basking in your joyful giggles.
soon enough, jinwoo arrives and parks in front of your office building, unbuckling his seat belt before heading out to open the door for you. seeing him smiling down at you, you give him his hand and allow him to walk with you into the building.
upon entering your workplace, several people recognized jinwoo and immediately greet him (all while trying to hold back their awe). your boyfriend keeps his hand on yours, simply returning their greetings with a smile before escorting you to the elevators.
the ride to the twentieth floor was filled with eager giggles and soft kisses, and you quickly felt your anxieties melt away. a few seconds later, the elevator doors slide open as you and jinwoo walked into the floor where you usually worked.
but instead of allowing you to enter your cubicle, he places a hand behind your back, leading you directly towards ryung's office space.
as if sensing you, the older man looks away from his computer screen, raspy voice calling out your name in an almost possessive manner when he faces you-
only to let out a desperate gasp when jinwoo uses his powers to lift ryung off the ground.
"ack!"
"jinwoo!"
but jinwoo ignores your sudden cries of his name, eyes glowing a bright purple hue as he continues to lift ryung mid-air with his telekinesis. choked sounds were heard coming from the man, and your mind was spinning, becoming filled with a sudden panic-
you didn't want jinwoo to get in trouble because of this man!
"if you continue to flirt with my lover so shamelessly like that ever again, i'll kill you."
within seconds, jinwoo releases his invisible grip on ryung, causing the older man to land on his knees for him. he was coughing, with tears filling his vision as the fear was evident in his eyes. completely ignoring ryung, jinwoo turns his attention back to you all while giving you a sweet smile.
"come, i'll take you back to your cubicle, sarang."
you give jinwoo an exasperated sigh, running your hips against his all while whispering to him, "you're insane, using your powers on him like that...?!"
"so what? i put the fear of the shadow monarch into him. there's no way he would dare to flirt with you now."
as if on cue, you hear ryung let out a whimper while pretending to type something on his computer. you shake your head at jinwoo, but still accept his kiss when he leans down toward you.
only after he was satisfied with your kiss did jinwoo pull away from you. "call me when you're done with your shift, and i'll pick you up."
you give him one last nod, watching as jinwoo leaves your office before deciding to login to your own computer, ready to start your day with a confident smile on your face, secretly grateful for jinwoo's intervention as you were certain ryung would leave you alone now.
{ ... }
the next morning, when you came into work and saw that ryung's cubicle was completely emptied of his belongings, confirming your coworker's mention of his sudden resignation-
that was when you let out a relieved sigh while giggling slightly.
perhaps you would need to treat jinwoo to something nice after all.
a.n. - hhhhh more double updates because i love jinwoo soooo much! 😭
all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.
#sung jinwoo x reader#jinwoo sung x reader#sung jinwoo x you#jinwoo sung x you#solo leveling x reader#.stories
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Can we have another Sung Jinwoo fic cause I need more of him!!
How about headcanons of Jinwoo with a s/o that is only sweet to him and him only, everyone else can fuck off. Bonus if s/o is already close to him when he's still in E-class and is also a powerful hunter.
Hello, dear. This is such a lovely scenario!
As I am (temporarily) out of hiatus thanks to the Debut or Die fandom, I thought why not answer some of the piled up requests in my inbox.
I am sorry for the (very) late reply *laughs nervously.* I hope you enjoy these HCs.
Solo Leveling: Jin Woo with a S/O that is only sweet to him and him alone.
To Jin Woo, you were an angel. His Angel.
When he first met you, years back when his strength shackled him to the dreadful E-rank, you were the most powerful, confident, and sweetest woman he ever laid his eyes on. You perfectly led the party through the dungeon as an S-class Assassin, all while succeeding in protecting the rear where the lowest ranks where at. Jin Woo's respect towards you was well-established that very same day, and he gathered all of his courage to ask for your contact information. The tender smile you offered to him in response visited his dreams for months with no end afterwards.
Jin Woo's feelings towards you gradually shifted from platonic respect to romantic adoration, yet never faded away. Not with time, nor with all of the changes he has undergone with the arrival of the system. But when his newly-discovered S-rank became public, and a lengthy message of tender congratulations arrived on his phone from you, Jin Woo resolved himself to let his deeply-rooted affection known.
Oh, how sweet you were when he confessed. All gentle smiles and soft touches as he pulled close to him for the very first time. That image of you, hair fluttering in the evening breeze as the sun sets behind your figure, was forever etched in his mind.
Perhaps that is the reason why Jin Woo was unable to react in time as your clan mate raged and seethed, and voices started to raise from the different seats around the table. Jin Woo definitely heard the words you have spoken, with the lightest of smirks adorning your red lips, as you barely spared anyone but him a glance.
A few moments ago, your teammate was gloating about his latest dungeon run, boasting about the lavish loot he succeeded in getting, and not-so-subtly hinting that you would be unable to compete with him. You, on the other hand, were as calm as always. You simply busied yourself with sneaking bites of Jin Woo's favorite foods from your own plate into his own, before softly smiling at your beloved as he enjoyed what you have given him.
But as the man's insufferable speech turned into direct digs at Jin Woo himself, that was the moment where the knife in your hand found its way into the wall right behind your teammate's head.
"Trust me. Next time, I won't miss again, fucker."
All around you, voices rose to reprimand the infuriating bragger, and to calm you down enough to prevent you from throwing your own dagger next (you would later deny it, the sweetest of looks grazing your face, but Jin Woo saw your fingers around the dagger's handle with his own eyes).
But, to Jin Woo's second shock, none of the people present around the dinner table demonstrated any degree of surprise at your actions. Your clan leader sighed in exasperation, as if he were simply used to this. Only Jin Woo's face carried his own feelings of bewilderment as you blinked your eyes at him, and offered him another unbothered smile.
Perhaps Jin Woo's earlier claim of you being his angel needs to be slightly changed. He is more than happy to call you his devil, too.
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When He Catches Another Idol Staring At You ~ Winner Reaction
Jinwoo:
“Is everything alright?” You asked Jinwoo, taking a seat beside him as you noticed him sat at the table all by himself, distant from everything.
“I guess,” he hummed, trying his best not to seem bothered beside you, but at the same time, unable to switch his brain off.
The feeling of a hand against his leg finally made him look across at you, “you know that you can say if something is on your mind, don’t you Jin?”
“It’s stupid,” he tried to tell you, “but all night I’ve just been noticing Minhyun looking nowhere else around the room other than where you are?”
“You’re not jealous that he’s staring at me, are you?”
“Only I should stare at you.”
A chuckle came from you as your head rested against Jinwoo’s shoulder, “it’s sweet Jinwoo how protective you are sometimes.”
“I don’t like it at all Y/N,” he reiterated, “it must kill him knowing that he can only look at you from a distance, not like me.
“You’re the lucky one who gets to be right beside me.”
“And I’m very lucky too.”
Seunghoon:
“Are you even listening to me?” You snapped at Seunghoon, waving your hand in front of his face to try and get his attention back to you.
“Sorry, w-what were you saying?” He stuttered, reluctantly turning away from what had caught his focus and moving to look at you.
The expression on your face made him stand tall, smiling weakly at you. “I’ve been talking to you for ages and you’ve not listened to a single word of it.”
“I am interested,” Seunghoon protested, “but it’s hard to focus on you when I know when I look away that Jeonghan is staring at you from behind me.”
“There’s no way that he would be staring at me Seunghoon.”
“I bet that he fancies you too.”
Your shoulders shrugged as Seunghoon began to stress himself out again, “and is it him that I fancy, or is it someone else?”
“Someone else,” Seunghoon murmured, catching your smile as he began to figure out what the point you were making was.
“So, who do you think is the one you should stare at?”
“You, the answer is definitely you.”
Mino:
“You want to go?” You quizzed Minho in surprise, feeling his whisper linger against your ear, asking if you were ready to head home with him.
“I can’t settle here,” he confessed, catching Sehun out of the corner of his eye once again, looking across in the direction of you.
Your brows knitted together as you studied Minho closely, “are you going to tell me what’s wrong or am I going to have to break you down to tell me?”
“Sehun keeps staring at you,” Minho informed you, keeping his voice quiet so that no one else could hear, “I just feel like I need to watch him all the time.”
“And you’re going to let him ruin our evening together?”
“He’s really annoying me Y/N.”
You leaned across and pressed a kiss against Minho’s cheek, “I can think of something that might make you forget about that.”
“If distracting me means getting more of those kisses, you won’t hear me complaining,” Minho joked, “I could be swayed.”
“Shall we head somewhere that no one else can see us?”
“I like the sound of that a lot.”
Seungyoon:
“What has gotten into you?” You asked Seungyoon as soon as the two of you found a couple of moments to finally be alone together.
“He won’t stop staring at you,” Seungyoon mumbled underneath his breath in reply to you, “does he really think that you’ll pay attention.”
Your eyes turned around, soon noticing Kihyun sat across the room and staring at you. “Just ignore him, you’re giving him what he wants right now.”
“I can’t ignore him,” Seungyoon sighed, “I won’t settle Y/N until it is absolutely clear to him that you’re taken, and that he won’t be getting near you.”
“And is by being loud the way that you’re going to do that?”
“I don’t even know right now Y/N.”
You took a step forward, holding onto Seungyoon’s hand. “Whatever you’re doing isn’t working, maybe you should ignore him.”
“I guess you’ve got a point,” Seungyoon admitted, his voice trailing off, “but I still don’t like the guy very much, at all.”
“I’m sure he’s not your biggest fan either you know Yoon.”
“Yeah, but he’s just jealous of me Y/N.”
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Masterlist
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ghhhhh i have a massive Beru brainrot,,,,z he won't get out of my headdd... can I request a cute little crack fic about a gn/male reader who returns from a fancy gathering or party they're drunk? they get overly excited to see Beru, and uh- basically this happens
The lip gloss scent wouldn't come off, and Beru smells like cherries for a few days. Jinwoo witnessed this happen to Beru lmao
also the relationship between Beru n the reader is platonic, they just like Beru..., little meow meow..
take care!
Solo Leveling:
Little Meow Meow ^-^
Summary: In which loving Beru is like loving a cat.
Or Beru is too cute not to love.
Pairing: Platonic! Beru and M! reader.
Note: Thanks for being patient!
Warning: None. Just fluffy goodness.
★・・・・・・★
Beru watched as you stumbled into the apartment.
In fact, he had watched the young man go into a bar filled with laughter, music, and clinking glasses.
Now, Beru almost popped out from the shadows had you not held onto the wall with all your might.
His Liege had asked him to watch over his little friend, to make sure that you were not harmed or taken advantage of. Beru also knows that His Liege cares about you very much, considering how much you had supported his family through tough times as a B-class hunter.
“B-Beru? Is that you?” You hiccuped, before you rubbed your eyes. Beru jumped at the sudden call of his name, and didn’t know how you manage to spot him without revealing himself.
“Beru~ I know you’re there~” You take a step, but tumble over. Luckily, Beru was there to catch you.
"Beru! My favourite lil man~" you exclaimed, your words slightly slurred. "You won't believe the party I just came from! It was incredible!"
Beru tilted his head, a silent acknowledgment of your presence, instead, leading you to the sofa. The drunk man, however, paid no mind to Beru's stoic demeanor. Instead, you gave the shadow knight a wide grin.
"You know, Beru, you're like my own little meow meow," you giggled, reaching out to rub the creature's head. Beru shivered, a foreign feeling bloomed from within.
Suddenly, you cupped Beru's face and brought it closer to your own.
"You're so cute, Beru, You’re like a little kitty!" you cooed, and without another warning, your lips pressing against the creature's forehead.
Beru immediately jumped back, surprised by his own avoidance and embarrassment. Is this what humans do when they get drunk?!
Luckily HIs Liege can’t get drunk, because humans are like a different person when they are drunk!
If Beru wasn’t here, what if you did this to someone else! That would be embarrassing!
“Beru~” While Beru’s head was filled with question marks and danger signals as more scenarios pop up, you however, weren't satisfied with just one kiss.
You dive towards him and continued to shower Beru with affectionate pecks, your enthusiasm fueled by the alcohol coursing through your veins.
Also, were you wearing lip gloss?? Why does it smell like cherries?!
Beru, being smothered with kisses, he quickly held you up and away from him. He didn't know what to do.
My Liege!
Jinwoo, having sensed the commotion, entered the room just in time to witness the peculiar scene. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of Beru, who was covered in red lip stains, and looking at him confused and pleading for help.
"What's going on here?" Jinwoo asked, trying to stifle a laugh.
You turned to Jinwoo, your cheeks flushed from both embarrassment and alcohol.
"Oh, Jinwoo! Beru just deserves all the love, you know?"
Jinwoo couldn’t help but chuckle, making Beru even more flustered. Luckily, Jinwoo easily peeled you off of the poor shadow soldier, letting the poor Beru breathe again.
You grinned, giving Beru one last affectionate pat before settling onto the couch.
"Best party ever, Jinwoo. Best party ever." You mumbled before going into a slump, clearly won’t remember anything when you wake up.
And so, in the quiet apartment, the shadow knight sat awkwardly, adorned with the scent of cherries, as you drifted into a tipsy slumber, thinking of their own little meow meow.
Jinwoo didn’t forget to tease Beru everyday, nor did anyone in the shadow army.
#manhwa#solo leveling spoilers#solo leveling fic#solo leveling headcanons#solo leveling#shadow soldiers#sung jin woo x reader#beru#sung jin woo#male reader#x male reader#x male y/n#solo leveling crack#platonic
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(this has topics of murder and yandere.....and stuff PLS DELETE IF URE NOT COMFY IM SORRY HUHUHU)
haia omg i have no idea if you're still open or no but i really like whenever writers dive into the more darker aspects of a character or how especially when a process of basically ascending to something what you would consider non human (monarch in this case) and how this affects a character like does this make them less humane or posssiblllyy twist their morals??
like as we can see with jinwoo his morals is err well yeah there but we can see times where he is willing to commit crimes if the time calls it (often the system forcing him to it) but like what happens when he finally swallows the system as a whole?? LIKE since now there is no third party to force him to do murder or what not will his way of thinking change too? like i imagine when he first murdered the guys in the cave very early on in the series you think that maybe he thought that it wasn't that bad..??
I can honestly see it more if it was another scenario and we add in the aspect of the reader or I'll call [name] whwhw.. I feel like Jinwoo is the type to actually lose his sense of humanity just for the sake of [name] or keeping them safe like the two probably was close but had to separate in their own ways but when they meet again [name] can barely recognzie Jinwoo and i dont mean physically or what not it's more like he lost his warmth and seems more... unsettling.. like do you know the feeling of watching those analogue horror or watching anything eerie and you get that feeling that somethings off in a scene that seems normal but you know something is OFF. yeah i feel like that's what [name] would feel ✊.
I just wanna hear your opinion on a more screwed up Jinwoo because as muchhh as i love the fluffy cutie jinwoo i also love delving into the topics of jinwoo just going batshit insane 🤯🙏
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ABSOLUTELY!
Jinwoo x Reader
Your wish is my command, pookie bear.
Warning(s): YANDERE, nothing much, maybe too short? Not a fic or oneshot lol js my crazy thoughts
Also guys ples comment and say something ...
^_^
Jinwoo himself was already prepared to walk through fire just for his family, and that was just platonic love. Imagine how insane he'd be for a significant other that he loves way too deeply.
Hello???? Like I feel his dedication and love for darling would be higher than the heavens especially if they're already there for him during his lowest part in life.
My hunch is he's a chill yandere; he adores you and wouldn't pull any outrageously crazy stunts directly at you. Instead, he might convey lessons through various means, like allowing uncomfortable scenarios to set up, then emerging from the shadows he casted beneath your silhouette to rescue you.
Like a "savior" yandere. Your knight and sole protector.
He'd be more possessive ig if his crazy fans found out about you, particularly if they desire him to be romantically involved with Hae-In in the name of being a power couple. Jinwoo literally and genuinely didn't give a damn when they trash-talked him.
But hey, fans can be krezi
ALSO HELLO LIKE WHAT IF THOSE CRAZY ASSHOLES START HARASSING YOU ON WORK OR IN SOCIAL MEDIA (like leaving you death threats or rudely demanding you to break up w him bc apparently according to them, you don't deserve him)? Lol he'd be willing to do something about them, so good luck reasoning against him if you don't want bloodshed!!!
He'd convince you to not work anymore if that was in store for you.
"... Woo, you know I can't just quit work like that and have you become the breadwinner for the two of us. You're getting financially better and I'm proud, but I can't jus—"
"Shh," He'd tenderly cup your cheeks with his eyes overflowing with love and concern, every bit of his attention dedicated to you. "Is it so bad for me to want no dangers coming to you?"
"You're also being unintentionally put into unavoidable situations whenever you're in public. Love, you remember what happened last time, right?" He'd add. With a kiss on your forehead, he said, "I'll provide for you, you don't have to work. I can't stand how they're looking at you."
Jinwoo would mumble the final words gently before pulling back. He'd whisper them solely for your ears, aware that you wouldn't interpret that knowledge negatively anymore—it would now simply reflect his worry for your welfare and highlight his character as the tender and loving partner he was. ♡
#sjw is hot#solo leveling#solo leveling x reader#solo leveling fic#sung jinwoo#sung jinwo#sung jinwoo x reader
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Hello! I'm back, hehehe well I came to ask you something, would you be willing to write for action manhwas? Sorry is that I am addicted to them, blame daddy sung jinwoo.
Leaving the topic, can I have more yandere platonic but this time from Who made me a princess? I have a scenario, maybe the reader was a girl fed up with her life, so you know, she killed herself and ended up opening her eyes in this manhwa and worst of all, she is a rejected daughter of claude.
So in order to survive, she hides from him, contrary to what Atty would do, she decides she doesn't want his attention. She already suffered a lot in her other life from being ignored and crushed by others, as if her feelings were nothing more than garbage and dog poop. That's why this time he doesn't even try, like have you seen the female leads in almost every manhwa quwrer to live and shit? Well, our dear reader DOES NOT WANT TO LIVE, she is tired and fed up with everything.
But imagine if, by chance, an old diary is found in an abandoned library in the ruby palace (forgot to say, but this is 4 years before the initial story, so my reader is 7 at the time) going back to the diary, she He finds it and it turns out that it is magical. So somehow he travels to the past through this book and without thinking he wanders through the old palace finding Claude crying as a child. Because the reader doesn't give a damn about her life, she begins to establish a friendship because if she was already here, why waste this opportunity? he also hates the adult claude ironically he is his dad.
All that shit from his childhood happens and for 4 years the reader goes back and forth from the past to the future, we reach the point where the adult claude remembers that girl a lot and becomes obsessed with finding her since she was his emotional support. Sorry for all that stuff, now imagine that the plot begins and our reader knows it, that's why she decides to run away taking some money (for some reason she became friends with Felix and he gave her 500 gold coins so she can run away) Like reader hates attention, leaves the palace and lives in a cabin, now we move on to claude still having those dreams with that little girl who was becoming a woman, this was always platonic but he is obsessed with finding her, he promised as a child to return all his care and comfort.
She's the only one who knows him best, but we know the reader doesn't care about anyone and just wants to die in a quiet place.
Annnd, you can develop this better, in the end I would like claude to find out that his daughter has always been his best friend in some way and end up locking her up to prevent her from leaving again. I do not know
And I leave you a gift again, hehehe I edited it for a fanfic that I will never finish or publish
(PS: I traced the lineart of the official art, but the coloring is mine and it is based on that scene, this is already old so it has errors)
YAN! CLAUDE X DAUGHTER! READER (platonic)
-Hihi I’m glad you’re back!! Unfortunately I doubt I’ll be writing for adventure manhwa at the moment sense I only read romance at the moment but maybe in the future! Reader has the same appearance as athy, fyi your art always amazes me!! Thank you for requesting mwah 🫶🫶
WARNING EXTREME WARNING CONTAINS SUICIDE DO NOT CONTINUE READING IF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE this is also extremely confusing I tried making it sound normal 🫶🫶🫶
“Why would she want to die?” Asked one of the dead girls friends, “dunno she had everything yet she became greedy” said the other, standing in front her grave, if the girl was still alive she would’ve choked her, only a pathetic person would be able to make fun of a person in-front their own grave.
Well it’s not like she heard it anyway, and frankly if she did at the moment she wouldn’t care, “I mean she was pathetic with her reincarnation thing and reading fake stuff about it” the friend continued her rant, As she woke up in a non existent body in one of the first novels she’d ever read, but knowing where she was and who’s daughter she was.
To tell the truth, she had reincarnated as the non existent oldest daughter of claude de Alger obelia, the same person who almost drowned his daughter the first he hung around with her, the same person who also killed said daughter in her point of view before she reincarnated, Now she didn’t want the same path, of course she didn’t do the same thing as athanansia did with the rubys, money and gold.
Instead she opted to just hiding away from everyone, it was almost like she was purposely isolating herself, but the maids took it as a joke as she was still a young kid, almost anytime she tired hiding away, one of the maids would find her and then take her back to her room, So she started exploring the entirety of the ruby palace, from up to bottom every bedroom and bathroom.
So of course she soon found the abandoned library, sure it was hard to open the door, but she managed!.
Upon entering said library, it was clear it hadn’t been touched nor used for a very long time, as she took steps her shoes would leave footprints from the dust on the floor, every book she touched had collected dust, While looking around her eyes seemed to wander to a nearly unheard of twinkling sound coming, it sounded sweet almost as if it was luring her in, she searched everywhere to find the source of the sound, which she did!.
It was a old diary frankly she didn’t know it was one till she opened it and read the contents of it, it didnt have a label only twinkling stars surrounding it, of course as a curious 7 year old who can read, she decided to read it.
At first it was boring, the handwriting was messy, as if a child was writing it, it started as writing about what they did throughout the day, it was clear that this diary belonged to someone who had a high noble status.
Soon the soft twinkling noises became cackling noises, it was extremely loud to her ears,but she nonetheless continued, flipping it till she reached a point where the cackling noises sounded so loud that it resembled gun noises, she slowly covered her ears and tried running away from the book.
But she couldn’t, why?, the dust had become fog, just slightly more browner, so with her still covering her ears, coughing sounds erupted from her throat, her eyes becoming watery so she had to close them, she kneeled to the floor continuously coughing as the dust began entering her nose.
Her hands quickly moved from her ears, to her mouth and nose, once everything had settled, and the blonde could finally breathe properly, she slowly opened her eyes, they were met with greenery instead of a dusty library, now this was confusing, as she knew she didn’t walk out of the library.
Because of course she couldn’t, and to her knowledge she didn’t inherit any magical powers, of course it no longer looked like she was in ruby palace, this place was way to extravagant to ruby palace!.
Now she couldn’t go back unless she finds out a way, so she decided to wander around for a bit!.
The blonde haired girl was getting tired, usually she would walk longer, but her legs were giving out, she of course was scared of getting noticed by who ever owns or works here, she’d already worked so hard to not die nor meet any important character, why does she need to die now after being alive for 7 years?.
So she opted to sitting behind a tree hiding her body from everyone, “I’ll just sit here till I gain my strength back!” She thought, she’d lived quietly her entire life, of course this would’ve been easy.
If she wasn’t a noisy person, not even a minute had passed before she started hearing hiccuping noises, it sounded like a boy was crying, whether she wanted to know who was crying or didn’t, it see,ed like her body was punishing her as it started moving by itself to the crying sounds.
There was a boy who was older then her maybe 10?, his appearance matched Claude’s appearance exactly!, but then there was his brother, who looked the same, the girl was standing behind him obviously just starring at him, of course he felt a sudden stare on him, so to his surprise he finds a tiny girl with blue eyes gawking at him.
“What are you staring at?!” He asked slightly embarrassed that someone had caught him crying his eyes out, “Well obviously you your the only person here!” She answered back deciding to sit next to him, “So what where you crying about also what’s your name!” She asked not really caring about what he was crying about, wanting to find out his name only.
“Claude” he mumbled turning his head the other way to whip his tears away, “O-oh” frantically she was quite disappointed, but if this was her hill to die on so be it!, she died once she wouldn’t be scared of facing death again right?, “Well?, aren’t you going to tell me your name” he demanded, “Name..” she answered.
“Then claude, do you want to be my friend?” She extended her hand to his smiling, “W-what do you know who you want to be friends with?” He asked, “yes I do know so do you or do you not?” She asked again, clearly nervous of getting rejected again by the same man who rejected her as a grown adult, being friends with your dad isn’t the best especially when you’ve never personally known him.
“Fine!” He accepted the seven year olds request shaking her hand in confirmation.
“Great” she whispered smiling happily.
“Great..” he said glancing at her hand then eyes.
Of course she found out that by simply it turning night she would return to her original world, the world where the only people who knew of her existence were the maids and lowly knights assigned to the ruby palace, It was good opportunity for the girl cause returning from both worlds affects the timeline greatly, when she’d go to child claude and return at night, It would also become night.
Which meant the maids could leave her alone for days at times, so that’s how the cycle continued, of course every time she returned claude would age up continuously he’d age up a lot in the four years she’d been with him.
In those four years, claude had told her about every aspect of his life, the way his step mother treated him, his brother, family issues, favorite food, Felix, claude slowly realized he’d grown a fond of his friend, he felt like she was a mini version of him, he didn’t notice the way she still looked younger while he looked older, he’d never notice that.
At some point the blonde haired girl knew she needed to stop being around him, it was so that so she doesn’t affect the story line, she’d never want that of course, and so when y/n turned 11, she’d known she’d need to stop, as the storyline was so close to happening, she slowly forced herself to forget she’d ever meet her father as a kid, she knew she needed to stop when he mentioned that his newborn daughter looked like a split image of her.
Now claude would never forget about the friend he made in the garden, how could he?, the way he met her to him was fascinating, he was determined to find her, As the now older man ran a hand threw his hair, he didn’t remember much of you, he remembered how you looked like, he’d know you if he spotted you anywhere, but he just can’t seem to find you anywhere?.
Were you a fairy or an angel?, or were you the ghost of his daughter from another life haunting him as a child.
“Felix!!” The young girl yelled running up to the red haired man, “y/n how are you?” He asked bowing to her, Felix never met you as a child he’d found you behind a tree asleep and took you back when you were eight, ever since he’d been giving you gold to help you escape, as he knew you’d never want to meet your oh so scary dad that you accidentally met when he was a kid.
He just presumed you’d heard rumors about how he killed his own lover afterbirth alongside all his concubines in the palace you’d been at your entire life.
“This time” she breathed heavily as she’d been running, “give me 500 gold please” the blonde begged clasping her hands together mustering the cutest face she could pull off, the red head chuckled softly before handing you 300, “hey! I said 500 not 300”
“Y/n come on what do you need 500 for?”
“Why are you asking please just give it promise you won’t ever see me again” she pleaded with him, “fine don’t let anyone find out though” , he sighed before handing an extra 200.
“Of course I won’t!” The girl replied before running away waving him off with a smile.
“His majesty must never find out..” he mutter returning back to his duties or precisely to Claude’s office.
Y/n kept her promise, she had snuck out in the middle of the night leaving almost everything behind except things she held dearly, and had bought a cabin far away from the capital.
As the years passed by y/n turned 22, it had been a long time sense she’d seen Claude, she’d heard of him of course and her sister athanasia, sense the two had a huge age gap, her younger sister had turned 15 recently, she’d wished she could’ve celebrated with her but she knew if she ever went back there something she’d never want to happen will happen.
Claude had frequent dreams of his childhood friend turning older, claude was forgetting her appearance, it was irritating to him, So the man knew that she wasn’t hiding in the capital she was on the outskirts of it.
He’d heard her say she’d hope to get a cabin on the outskirts of the capital in one of his dreams, Felix knew what was happening to claude wasn’t great he’d tried to stop him multiple times, “are you telling me what I can and can’t do?” Claude asked Felix as the redhead had held his body forbidding him from escaping.
“Your majesty your losing your mind over a nonexistent person” Felix yelled at him, “nonexistent? Felix do you know what the fuck your telling me right now?” The man replied, he cursed him out to no end that night, Felix was getting tired of it, the emperor was going insane over his daughter whom he hadn’t talked nor seen for 22 years, yet now he wanted to talk to her?.
Felix knew where you lived as you made the purchase with his money and he got mail saying he bought a cabin, he threw it out not caring what you did with the money.
Claude was smiling manically the day he knew where you lived, “your highness are you sick?” Felix asked, “No why would you ask that” he replied leaning his head on his hand starring at the paperwork.
Of course, claude knew who you were now, that you were his daughter, that you were the same person who he had met as a desperate kid with no friends.
Claude’s obsession was growing out of proportion, when claude found out where his precious daughter was, he stormed over there an hour later, Felix tried everything possible in his ability to stop him.But he couldn’t.
In those years that you had lived in the cabin your only thought, that was to die, but you couldn’t. You lived in a cabin for no reason, the purpose you couldn’t complete anymore.
While you were asleep, you heard a huge bang at you door, quickly getting up, she opened the door, revealing a tall male with blonde hair and diamond like blue eyes.
Claude starred at his daughter, daggers almost, “I’ve finally found you y/n” he smiled, it was terrifying, how did he find you?, how did he even know who you are, this was absolute hell, the girl tried shutting the door but his grip was stronger then hers, “you can’t run away from now” he said “my daughter” he pushed. The door open and pulled her into a one sided hug.
It was terrifying being held by the same man whom you have been trying to avoid for the past 22 years of your life, he found you like it was nothing, the way he was hugging you was almost bone crushing.
He swiftly knocked you out, knowing the moment he left go of you you’d try to escape.
And he’d never ever let you leave his side ever again, you’ll be forced with the title of the princess whether you like it or not.
Befriending claude de Alger obelia was the worst mistake you’d ever made.
On a side note my request are always open! I don’t bite 🫶
#-azuwritess#manhwa x reader#historical manhwa#wmmap#yandere manhwa x reader#fanfic#manhwa#who made me a princess#claude x reader#wmmap x reader#wmmap athanasia#wmmap fanfic#wmmap claude
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Kiwoo Destruction Monarch heir:
-Him being called the hellfire prince
-Kiwoo's emotions affecting his powers but truth be told he's more dangerous when Jinwoo's genes kick in. Yknow, how deathly calm Jinwoo is ehwhehwhwm.
-Kiwoo would be having a dead stare and you KNOW ur fucked once he starts looking more like Jinwoo. If the Jinwoo genes our out with Kuwoo and Suho, have fun. Not even the afterlife can spare you
-Unlike the traditional Destruction Monarch heirs like Hae-in and Jong in, Kiwoo's flames would be black<33. Shadow monarch genes are strong what am I supposed to do (Ashborn laughing at Antares's ass cuz Kiwoo's shadow inheritence is still prevailent hehehHH)
-His initial color would be red but grows into having silver as his color ueueue.
-Once Kiwoo got out of the phase(It hurts in the first part only because its like a snek shedding in a way. Since he's still a growing child his body has not adjusted to the abnormalities. The pain disappeared once he was 18<33) where switching from human to hybrid dragon form— He often has horns n tails when he's home. Cuz ynot muehwhwee
-Kiwoo's hybrid form is Black horns ofc and red(silver when he reaches an appropriate level like lets say lvl 1k or something id) lil scaled on his jawline. Pointed ears and a forked tongue. His eyes would be gold/silver. Kiwoo also has multiple scales on his body, esp his back (That's y he is sensitive there even in human form.)
-He still retains necromancy though hahah, i think it still passed down to Kiwoo in some shape since his shadow monarch powers were the first to appear along with suho but he still has more expertise in his destruction genes eyy
-Also now that we mention dragons heres a goofy scenario:
Kiwoo: **Enters Jinwoo's office.** Dad do you potions in the system for heat?
Jinwoo: **blankly** Yes— Wait why are you asking?
Kiwoo: Daddy that Grandfather (Antares) of mine just told me the horrors of heat. I dont know what it is but he told me I'm old enough to have them🕴️🕴️🕴️🕴️
Jinwoo: ....
Jinwoo: That son of a bitch (Yes he curses at his father in law still)
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