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Well it wasn’t exactly boring the students were adorable.
Your life just could have a little more fun.So when you walked into a cafe and spotted an old “friend” everything was a bit more interesting .
You walked into the café somewhere whilst you were wandering Tokyo.
You looked around for a bit just looking for a seat. And there you spotted him- Yuta Okkotsu.
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“C’mon guys let’s just go on the swings instead of the dumb slide!” you yelled while Yuta and Rika were yapping nonsense about love again.
The three you were inseparable. You had met Yuta and Rika at the playground’s hospital. You had shared snacks with them that your grandma always made for you.
The playground was like a small little world for the three of you. You were like siblings with them. You really were happy the happiest that you ever thought you were in your childhood. You’d spend days with them playing games, playing pranks and all sorts of fun. And eventually that week went along pretty fast. The three of you promised you’d see each other again eventually.
Then there was Rika’s death.
You weren’t there though.You had forgotten something in your hospital room so you had rushed back.
Coming back to find the worst scene ever.It was horrible.
And yet so much happened after her death.You had moved to Tokyo little while after.
You lost contact with Yuta after that.You still missed him though.
It felt like a little piece of you was missing.Just a little.
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Yet there he was.
Looking as tired as ever.
Turns out you really do miss him no matter how long ago that was.
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TYSM FOR READING
sigh im also still in a funk so teasers just for now 😘😘
summary: you have been desk mates with detective ahn since your first day at the yeongdeupo branch, and you have hated him since then. he’s sloppy, lazy, and disorganised, and yet, somehow, he still has more arrests than you. when you lose a bet and have to go on a date with him as punishment, suho makes you promise not to fall in love with him, but he doesn’t promise the opposite.
warning(s): 18+ content, MDNI, explicit language, explicit sexual content, enemies to lovers, yearner!suho
word count: 0.44k
author’s notes: this takes place ten years post-canon, therefore all characters are in their mid-to-late twenties. this story is inspired by jake and amy from brooklyn nine-nine. support banners and dividers are made by @saradika-graphics. images are from pinterest. please comment below if you want to be tagged in the final fic!
“Three, two, one.” Suho counts down the last seconds as the clock ticks to one minute past eight in the morning. “It’s official! For the first time since being a rookie cop, ___ is late! Does anyone want to take a guess at why?”
Gotak snaps his fingers. “Her alarm didn’t go off?”
“All three alarms along with the battery back-ups?” Suho points out incredulously. “Come on, Hyuntak! If you’re gonna play ball, at least be serious! Next!”
“Ooh!” Juntae snaps his fingers. “Maybe she got kidnapped in her sleep?”
“That’s super dark, but way better than Gotak’s stupid alarm clock theory.” Suho comments, making the latter glare at him. “Anyone else?”
“I bet she tucked herself into bed too tightly last night and couldn’t get out.” Sieun theorises before chuckling to himself. “This is fun.”
Yeongi offers her two cents. “Maybe she fell into an alternate dimension where she’s interesting?”
“All great ideas, but I’ve been her desk partner for years, therefore I have the correct answer.” He brags. “I’d like to say she’s doing the walk of shame after her date last night with Haejun from HR, but ___ knows she’s too good for him, so I’m betting that she was in line at the bank.”
Sieun narrows his eyes. “How did you know she went on a date last night?”
Suho shakes his phone. “Because HR Haejun posted a picture of them in his story, but judging by the very sad rum and coke in ___’s hand, she wanted to be tipsy enough to get through with the date but not drunk enough to the point that she accidentally sleeps with him. Ergo, no sad, pity sex for Haejun.”
“You’re a creep.” Sieun deadpans, unimpressed by the use of his best friend’s deductive skills.
“You’re a creep,” Suho repeats in a high-pitched whiny tone, clearly taking offence. “Shut up, man. You know what? I bet she‘s gonna walk in here, right about …now.”
True to his word, the elevator dings and the doors slide open to reveal you, dressed in a professional dark brown blazer, collared shirt and perfectly pressed black trousers.
“Detective ___!” Suho gasps. “You’re late! Would you care to explain yourself?”
“I’m only ninety seconds late. It’s no big deal.” You say, although your frantic tone indicates otherwise.
“Nope, you are late, and as your sunbae, I am ordering you to tell us why,” Gotak demands, unusually serious.
You answer meekly. “There was a line at the bank.”
Suho whoops in victory, raising his arms up as the others groan. “And Detective Ahn Suho is right, once again, ladies and gentlemen! Pay up!”
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frat prez!yuta that you met in 4th grade. from that point on, you two were joined by the HIP. teachers could never seperate the two of you. who told you that college would be any different?
frat prez!yuta who drags you to every single one of his frat parties. no matter how many times you complain about a chem project or a calculus exam coming up, you WILL be going as his plus one.
frat prez!yuta who’s willing to take a small break in case your overwhelmed by the booming music or the hot bodies of partygoers rubbing off on you. who cares if his frat brothers call him a simp?? it’s you after all.
frat prez!yuta who lets you sleep over in case tutor lessons go on for too long. he’s not gonna let you walk alone in the dark! what kind of person is he?? often times he’ll take the floor, unless you FINALLY convince the guy to let him sleep beside you on his bed.
frat prez!yuta who gets hit on by girls EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. i mean— who could really pass him up?! hes one of the most respectful, kind, and good-looking guys on campus?! who wouldn’t want a piece of him?? but everytime you see someone hitting on him or being.. too friendly, you can’t helo but feel that quiet stir in yourself. it cant be jealousy, right guys?? (were crazy🌚)
frat prez!yuta who FINALLY passes psychology thanks to your elite ball knowledge. he’s been CRYING over this class for the last semester and the least you could do is help him out.
frat prez!yuta who flirts with you, pressing small kisses on your neck or cheek, a hand on your thigh whilst driving, whispering sweet nothings into your ear like it’s natural. really— you can’t help but be flustered.
frat prez!yuta who can read you like a book. you can also do the same. i mean— seriously, you’ve known each other since childhood. this is expected!
frat prez!yuta who’s completely down bad for you, but thinks it’s just him being friendly. no way bro’s oblivious to his own feelings (he is.) HIS OWN FRAT BROTHERS SEE IT. every time they think yuta’s brought a woman, NO. it’s just you there for another study session or something. not a single woman yuta has been with has ever step foot into his frat outside of parties.
frat prez!yuta who begs his pretty little best friend (aka you to help with fundraisers for his frat. all the guys love you really— they think of you their older sis, it’s all sweet. but, yuta can’t help but feel a bit possessive when some of his frat buddies hit on you.
frat prez!yuta who turns as red as a tomato when you call him “yu-chan.” he can’t help it! but he’s got no idea why he’s doing this— you’ve been calling him that since middle school. what’s so different now?!
frat prez!yuta who’s completely down bad for his nerdy little best friend.
wow el’s debut as a fanfic writer……. guys this is so butt I’m so fucking sorry😭😭😭😭😭
Hi> I love yours stories and wanted to request this since is thought it would be funny.
A sieun x reader story
The reader is sitting down with suho at lunch and he is teasing her about having a crush on sieun and ask what does she even see him and she goes off on a full tyrant telling him how much she loves sieun and how she finds him cute and she wishes she could just get down on her knees and marry him and keep him to herself when she gets done she looks at suho she notices he isn't looking at her but behind her when she looks back she sees sieun staring at her because he heard everything and she trys to act cool but ends up choking on her food and embarrassing herself.
CRUSH;ysn
Yeon Sieun x Fem!Reader.
N O T E : I'M BACK WITH THE THIRD-PERSON NARRATIVES, I HOPE THIS ONE IS MORE TO YOUR LIKING
The school cafeteria was always a noisy mess, with the sound of metal trays clattering against plastic tables, students shouting over the last pieces of cake, and the echo of conversations blending into a constant buzz that gave anyone a headache.
But she didn’t mind the noise. She was sitting at her usual table, trying to focus on her lunch. In front of her was Sooho, her best friend, devouring his second tray of food as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks.
Sooho’s mouth was full of rice and meat, but that didn’t stop him from talking nonstop.
She stirred her soup with her chopsticks, distracted, her gaze drifting toward the cafeteria entrance every few seconds, searching for a particular figure.
A slightly shorter boy, with dark brown hair, slouched shoulders, and an expression that was always neutral. Yeon Sieun.
Sooho, who seemed focused only on his food, actually had the eyes of a hawk. He swallowed his bite, took a huge gulp of water, and slammed his cup down with a mocking grin.
“Your eyes are going to fall out if you keep staring at the door,” Sooho said, resting his chin on his hand. “Who are you waiting for so desperately? Santa Claus?”
She jumped in her seat, startled, her cheeks heating up. She quickly lowered her gaze to her soup.
“I wasn’t looking at the door,” she lied, trying to sound casual, though her voice came out higher than usual. “I was just thinking about… the history exam. Yeah. The history exam.”
Sooho burst out laughing, loud enough that a couple of students nearby turned to look.
“Please. You’re terrible at lying,” Sooho said, pointing his chopsticks at her face. “You’re waiting for Sieun. Again. Like every single day.”
“Shut up, Sooho!” she hissed, wide-eyed, panicking that someone might have overheard. “Don’t say it so loud.”
“Why not?” Sooho shrugged, clearly enjoying himself. “Everyone knows you’ve got that weird crush on him. It’s so obvious even the teachers notice. You turn red every time he breathes near you.”
“That’s not true. We’re friends. I see him as a friend,” she tried to defend herself, crossing her arms, though she knew it was a useless lie.
Sooho rolled his eyes, popped a sausage into his mouth, and kept going. Teasing her was his favorite pastime after eating and sleeping.
“Seriously, I don’t get it,” Sooho said, leaning forward with exaggerated confusion. “What exactly do you see in that guy?”
She frowned. “What do you mean, what do I see?”
“I mean it,” Sooho lowered his voice but kept his mocking tone. “It’s Yeon Sieun. He doesn’t talk unless he has to. He never smiles. He spends all day buried in physics or math books. He looks pale enough to have anemia, he’s short, and if the wind blows too hard, he might fall over… though yeah, we all know he hits like a maniac, but that’s not the point.”
“Don’t talk about him like that!” she snapped, indignation flaring in her chest.
“It’s the truth!” Sooho laughed at her protective reaction. “He has no sense of humor. If you tell him a joke, he looks at you like you’re a lab rat that escaped its cage. He doesn’t get hints. He doesn’t care about girls, video games, or junk food. He only cares about grades and sleep. Do you really like someone that boring?”
That was the limit.
She could handle Sooho mocking her feelings. She could handle him saying she was obvious. But she wasn’t going to let him insult Yeon Sieun.
She dropped her chopsticks onto her tray with a sharp clatter, pressed her palms flat against the table, and leaned forward, her eyes blazing. Sooho blinked, surprised.
Then she started talking. Or rather, she launched into a completely unhinged monologue.
“You don’t know anything, Ahn Sooho,” she said, her voice rising without her realizing, forgetting they were in the middle of a crowded cafeteria. “Yeon Sieun isn’t weird. And he’s not boring! He’s the most incredible, fascinating, perfect person in this stupid school.”
Sooho’s mouth fell open, unsure whether to laugh or be scared.
“What do I see in him? I see everything!” she went on, waving her hands, months of bottled-up feelings spilling out. “First of all, his face. Have you even looked at his face properly? He’s gorgeous! Those big dark eyes, always so focused, and when he looks at you, it feels like he can read your soul. His lashes are so long. He’s adorable! He looks like an angry kitten all the time, and that makes him a million times more attractive!”
Sooho raised his eyebrows, sipping his juice, enjoying the show.
“And it’s not just his face!” she kept going, breathless. “I love how he is. I love that he’s quiet, because when he talks, you know it matters. I love that he’s so smart. It’s sexy. Do you know how sexy it is to watch someone solve a three-line math equation without blinking? It’s too much for me!”
She clutched her chest dramatically, her cheeks blazing red.
“You say he doesn’t smile, but that’s not true. I’ve seen him smile. It’s tiny, almost invisible, just for a second, but when you catch it, it feels like winning the lottery. And he’s so protective. He has a huge, loyal heart hidden behind that serious face.”
Sooho set his cup down, his mocking grin fading. He wasn’t looking at her anymore.
But she didn’t notice. She was at the peak of her frenzy, adrenaline pushing her confession out loud.
“I like him,” she admitted, fists clenched. “I like him so much I feel like I’m going crazy. He’s so damn cute I want to wrap him in a blanket and hide him in my room so no one else can see him. I don’t want any other girl near him. Sometimes I wish I could drop to my knees in the hallway, pull out a candy ring from a vending machine, propose to him right there, and make him mine forever! I want to marry him, Sooho! I want him to be my husband!”
She exhaled in a huge sigh, finally empty. Relief washed over her.
She leaned back in her chair, breathing hard. “Wow… I needed to say that out loud.”
She looked at Sooho, expecting him to laugh hysterically, call her crazy, or send her to therapy.
But Sooho wasn’t laughing. He was frozen, eyes wide, mouth open, chopsticks dropped.
And he wasn’t looking at her. His gaze was locked on the space behind her shoulder.
Confused, she waved a hand in front of his face. “Sooho? What’s wrong? Did I say something too weird? Okay, yeah, the kidnapping and marriage part sounded intense, but you know me, I exaggerate…”
Sooho swallowed hard, then pointed behind her. “You… you should turn around.”
Her heart stopped. Slowly, like in a horror movie, she turned her head.
And there he was.
Less than half a meter away, standing right behind her chair, holding a tray of food. Yeon Sieun.
His posture was the same as always, shoulders slightly hunched, uniform neat. But his face…
He was staring at her, eyes wider than usual, lips pressed tight. His knuckles were white around the tray.
And worst of all, the tips of his ears were bright red.
He had heard everything.
Every single word.
The silence stretched for what felt like centuries.
Her soul left her body. Her brain short-circuited. She wanted the ground to swallow her whole.
She had to say something. Anything.
“H-hi, Sieun,” she squeaked, her voice like a terrified mouse.
Sieun blinked, glanced at his tray, then at Sooho—who was covering his mouth to keep from laughing—and finally back at her.
“Hi,” Sieun said, calm as always, though his ears betrayed him.
Act natural! her brain screamed.
She grabbed her chopsticks with trembling hands, picked up a big piece of kimbap, and shoved it into her mouth, planning to smile and pretend she’d been talking about an actor.
But panic betrayed her. The rice went down the wrong way.
She choked. Violently.
Coughing, clutching her throat, face turning purple.
Sooho jumped up. “Hey! Are you okay?!”
She couldn’t speak, tears streaming, pounding her chest.
Sooho slapped her back hard, nearly knocking her into her soup, but it worked. She gasped for air, wheezing, eyes watery.
“Drink water, idiot!” Sooho shoved a cup at her.
She gulped it down, coughing, alive but mortified.
“Just let me die,” she groaned, hiding her face in her hands. “Please, Sooho, hit me with a tray and let me die here.”
Sooho, relieved she wasn’t choking anymore, burst into uncontrollable laughter, doubling over.
She stayed hidden in her hands while Sooho laughed like a maniac in the middle of the cafeteria.
Then she heard the sound of a tray being set down on the table, right in the empty seat beside her.
Sieun hadn’t left.
He sat down calmly in the chair next to hers, arranging his chopsticks and spoon.
She peeked through her fingers. Sieun was right there, sitting beside her. His expression had returned to its usual neutrality, but the faint red tint on his ears and cheeks hadn’t faded.
He pulled a napkin from the dispenser, slid it across the table toward her elbows without looking her in the eye.
“Wipe… your eyes,” Sieun said softly, his voice low and almost gentle.
She lowered her hands slowly. Her eyes were red and watery from coughing. She looked at the napkin, then at him.
Sieun kept his gaze on his food, stirring rice with his spoon. He looked uncomfortable, but not disgusted or horrified by her outburst.
“Th-thank you,” she whispered, taking the napkin and drying her face, feeling like the clumsiest person alive.
Sooho finally calmed down, wiping away a tear of laughter, and leaned on his hands with a mischievous grin.
“Well… now that we’ve avoided a tragedy, and all the cards are on the table… Sieun.”
Sieun stopped stirring. “What?”
“I was wondering… since you’re going to be my best friend’s future husband, when’s the wedding? Should I rent a suit?” Sooho teased mercilessly.
She kicked Sooho under the table, hard enough to make him grunt. “Shut up!” she hissed, her face burning again.
She glanced at Sieun, expecting him to get up and leave with his tray.
But Sieun didn’t leave.
He stayed quiet for a few seconds, took a bite of food, chewed slowly, swallowed, then looked at Sooho.
“There’s no date yet,” Sieun said, completely serious.
Sooho’s eyes widened, then he burst out laughing again, clapping his hands.
She froze, her heart racing wildly.
Sieun turned his head slightly, meeting her eyes. His gaze was intense, making her breath catch.
“Though…” he added quietly, almost just for her, “I guess you’d have to get the candy ring from the vending machine first, right?”
And there it was.
That tiny, almost invisible smile she had described in her monologue. It flickered across his lips for a second before disappearing, but she saw it clearly.
Her face turned redder than a ripe tomato. She had no words, no escape. She grabbed her water glass and hid behind it, sipping slowly while her heart leapt between joy and embarrassment.
Summary: whc boys as your boyfriends
Masterlist
yeon sieun | ahn suho | oh beomseok | park humin | go hyuntak | seo juntae | geum seongje | na baekjin
Su-ho doesn’t fall in love so much as… casually slide into it. One day you’re just someone he hangs out with, and the next he’s prioritizing you without even realizing it.
He’s super chill about the relationship. No dramatic confessions, no big speeches—more like a casual, “So… we’re together, right?” while handing you a drink like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
Physical affection comes naturally to him. He’ll sling an arm over your shoulders, lean on you when he’s tired, or casually pull you closer without thinking twice. It’s all very effortless.
He loves dragging you along on his random adventures—arcades, convenience stores at midnight, skipping out on boring stuff just to hang out. With him, even doing nothing feels fun.
He’s protective, but not overbearing. If someone bothers you, he won’t make a scene immediately—but the moment things cross a line, his whole vibe shifts. Calm → scary in seconds.
He’s the type to casually flex his strength without trying. Carrying your stuff? Easy. Pulling you out of a bad situation? Done. He makes it look effortless, which somehow makes it more attractive.
Around people like Si-eun, he acts like nothing’s different—but there’s subtle changes. He stays closer to you, keeps an eye on you, and occasionally shows off just a little.
He’s not the best at verbal reassurance. You won’t get long emotional talks unless something serious happens—but you will get consistent presence. He’s always there, no matter what.
When you’re upset, he doesn’t overwhelm you with questions. He’ll sit next to you, maybe offer food or a drink, and wait. If you lean on him, he won’t move for hours.
He trusts you easily, but expects the same in return. If that trust is broken, it hits him harder than he lets on—and he goes quiet rather than angry.
He’s lowkey competitive with you in a fun way. Whether it’s games, running, or random challenges, he has to win—but if you win, he’ll pretend he let you (even when he didn’t).
His way of saying “I care” is doing things for you without making it a big deal—walking you home, showing up when you didn’t ask, remembering small details.
If you ever get hurt, that’s when you see his serious side fully. No jokes, no teasing—just quiet anger and a promise (spoken or not) that it won’t happen again.
genre: established relationship, angst to comfort, canon adjacent.
wc: 2.3k
warnings: suggestive content, chocking, bruises, Si-eun is a bit toxic/violent in the beginning, swearing
synopsis: Si-eun speaks through silence and small acts. But one day, his hands become the thing he fears most—and he hurts the only person he loves.
a/n: Divider made by @saradika-graphics thank you so much for 100 followers everyone!!! this was requested as a smut but I didn't think it fit the story so i just wrote as smt suggestive...... Also writing Si-eun was kinda a struggle for me so if he is out of character, i would love any advice. I need more tries to get him right. Posting this specially for my lovely friend doremichann
Si-eun had always been the type to show his feelings in quieter ways, through small actions—rarely opening up to you. Even just to understand that he actually liked you took a long time, because you had to observe him, realizing that his affection showed through his actions rather than his words. Though you could never forget the one time he openly said he loved you—because he knew you needed to hear it more than he ever needed to say it out loud.
That was an aspect of Si-eun that was hard to deal with at first, but eventually it became something even attractive in your eyes. Your connection to what was going on inside him always felt intimate.
While he gave you small pieces of information through actions, you translated them into feelings, bringing the big questions to the table. And as long as it was you, he didn't mind answering them so much anymore. Si-eun knew that your way of communicating wasn't the same as his. Your mind worked by having things discussed openly, and he respected that—as long as you also respected the pace at which he processed everything.
So, when you felt him over you, looking at you from a distance, his hands around your neck, squeezing your throat almost angrily—in a way that didn't match how he usually handled things at all—you already understood something was wrong.
You opened your mouth to say something. Actually, you only tried. The words got stuck in your throat as his fingers tightened just a little more in disdain. The way he looked at you seemed like he wanted to crush your existence somehow. So you looked away, trying to think of something else, trying to steady your breathing—unsure if it was uneven just because he was choking you, or because you felt nervous under that cold stare and the uncertainty of whether you'd actually done something wrong.
Only when you closed your eyes did Si-eun finally say something. He had stayed silent almost the entire time since he entered your house. He'd pulled you into a kiss without explaining, and now he was on top of you on the sofa, literally leaving you breathless.
"Why aren't you saying anything?"
You opened your eyes, and your boyfriend looked at you as if you somehow owed him an answer.
"Don't you want to complain? Am I not being a total asshole right now?"
Si-eun's tone was completely different from anything you'd heard in all the time you'd been together. His voice felt like it was slowly dissecting you, analyzing you. Of course, you knew he was naturally an analytical person, but this seemed different—passive-aggressive. He wasn't analyzing the situation to understand it; it felt more like he wanted to mock it.
"I like it when you choke me," you answered with a half-truth. It was true that you had introduced that kink into your relationship—but not like this. It had always been respectful, and Si-eun had always been careful not to push you past your limit.
"But you're not enjoying it now, are you? I'm hurting you."
I'm hurting you.
You couldn't help but ask yourself again what was going through your boyfriend's mind. You knew he had a harder time saying certain things openly than others, but you never imagined he'd act like this if the problem was you.
"Why?"
You asked without elaborating. Si-eun could interpret that in many ways—none of them good.
Why are you doing this, Si-eun? Why are you hurting me?
You felt his hands suddenly loosen from your neck, as if he'd been startled by your question—even though it hadn't actually been asked out loud. His eyes changed, suddenly recognizable. Less coldness, more surprise. At you? Or maybe at the situation? You had reached him somehow.
You had brought him back to himself.
You let out a relieved sigh you didn't even know you'd been holding as he let you go. Si-eun looked down at your skin and was shocked to see the area slightly bruised. He pulled away from you as if you were scorching fire, and he'd been left with third-degree burns—when in reality, it was the opposite. You were the one who'd been burned.
"I didn't… I didn't mean to…" Si-eun tried to say something as he climbed off you on the sofa, trying to look anywhere but at the mark he'd left on your neck—but his eyes kept drifting back, drowning in guilt.
You slowly sat up on the sofa, adjusting your position to face him properly. Despite everything, you were still worried about him. Despite everything, he was still Yeon Si-eun.
"Did I do something wrong?"
Si-eun shook his head quickly, almost desperately. You had misunderstood everything. The fault was his. Again.
Why couldn't he just have more control over things? Si-eun wondered in anguish. Why couldn't Su-ho wake up? Why couldn't those bastards from the Union leave him alone?
You still weren't perfect at reading Si-eun, but with so much practice, you were slowly learning the small signs. Especially when his eyes wanted to cry, but he wouldn't allow himself to. Maybe not in front of you. Maybe not even in front of himself.
"Si-eun-ah." Without thinking too much, you got up from the sofa and pulled him close in a tight hug. Your affection was bigger than you yourself realized.
Si-eun couldn't react, couldn't hug you back. It was as if he'd forgotten how to move his arms.
"Did something happen with your friend? Is that it?"
Yes. And so much more than that. Si-eun wanted to tell you, but he was still paralyzed by the magnitude of your gentle love.
"Or is it school? Is someone saying something?"
Also yes. That too. It's that, it's all of it.
"Si-eun-ah…" You gave him a little space, trying to look at his face, searching for some sign you hadn't caught yet. That's when you saw the silent tears streaming down his face. You had never seen them before. It left you breathless. Again.
You—who had always been the one doing the translating in this relationship—suddenly fell just as silent. Those words were new to you, new to your dictionary.
So this time, the translation came from him.
"It's… a lot of things. But some of it is my fault, too. I'm not being a good friend." He then looked at you. "Or a good boyfriend." You wanted to silence him. For the first time, he was opening up, but it was too frightening—so you wanted to cover your ears. "I want to have control over things, and I can't."
Si-eun rubbed his face with the edge of his hoodie, trying to dry his tears. Somehow, he wanted to go back to being the same as always in front of you, even though it was impossible. He had already said more than he had in an entire year. He had opened up more than a thousand wounds. The past would never return. You could never remember things the same way again.
He looked like he was thinking of saying something else, or trying to muster some kind of courage to hear the words come out of his own mouth. That's when you cupped his face by his wet cheeks. He immediately fell silent, just watching you.
"Then let it happen. You're human, Si-eun-ah. It's normal not to be able to control everything." Your fingers stroked his cheeks slowly. "Don't try to be above that. No one expects perfection from you. At least, I don't."
"I hurt you."
"I know."
"That's unacceptable."
''I know.''
Si-eun took a deep breath, frustrated at showing you that side of himself, those flaws—showing them to you. Of all people, you—the only person he couldn't blame in the middle of all this. The only person he didn't want to get involved.
"Then break up with me."
He said it calmly, like he was stating the weather. Like the solution was simple math.
You didn't move. Neither did he.
The silence stretched between you, thick and heavy. Si‑eun's hands—the ones that had been around your neck moments ago—were now limp at his sides. He wasn't pushing you away. He wasn't pulling you closer either. He was just… frozen.
"Did you hear me?" His voice was quieter now, but sharper at the edges. A warning. Or maybe a plea dressed up as one.
You had learned to read him. The slight tension in his jaw. The way his eyes flickered away from yours for just a second before forcing themselves back. He was waiting for you to agree. To say "fine" and walk out the door. To prove him right—that he was someone who hurt the people he cared about, that he didn't deserve to keep you, that he didn't deserve anyone.
But you didn't.
Instead, you slid your hands from his cheeks down to his wrists. His pulse was racing. For someone so logical, his body was terrible at lying.
"You don't want that," you said quietly.
Si‑eun's expression didn't change. But his fingers twitched against yours.
"It doesn't matter what I want."
"It does to me, Si-eun-ah. All about you matters to me.''
He flinched.
It was small—barely a twitch of his brow—but you caught it. You always caught it. His hands, still loose in yours, didn't pull away. But they didn't hold on either. They just stayed there, like he had forgotten what they were supposed to do.
"That's the problem," he said finally. His voice was low, almost hollow. "You care about things you shouldn't."
You shook your head slowly. "That's not for you to decide. That's not another thing for you to try to control."
Si‑eun's jaw tightened. He looked down at where your fingers wrapped around his wrists—at how easily you held him there. He could have broken free. He was stronger than you, and you both knew it. But he didn't.
"I hurt you." He said it again, like a fact he needed to nail down again and again. "I could do it again. I don't…" He stopped. Swallowed. "I don't know why I did that."
That admission cost him. You could see it in the way his shoulders tensed, the way his breathing went shallow. Si‑eun always knew why. He analyzed everything. So admitting he didn't understand his own actions was like admitting he was losing control of himself.
"Then figure it out," you said softly. "Not alone. With me."
He finally looked at you. Really looked. The coldness in his eyes had thawed into something rawer—something almost fragile. He hated that. You could tell.
"What if I can't?"
"Then we figure that out too."
His hands moved. Not to push you away. Not to pull you close. Just… turned, so his palms met yours. Fingers brushing against fingers. Hesitant. Almost shy.
''Do you trust me?'' And then you added. ''Do you trust me to love you? The real you?''
Si‑eun went very still.
His fingers, which had just been brushing against yours, stopped moving entirely. You could feel the subtle tension running through his hands—like he was holding himself back from something. Gripping something invisible.
He didn't answer right away. Of course he didn't. Si‑eun never answered big questions quickly. He had to turn them over in his mind, examine them from every angle, find the weak points.
"The real me," he repeated quietly, not quite a question. His voice was flat, but there was something underneath it—something bitter. "You mean the one who just choked you."
"I mean all of it." You didn't look away. The good. The bad. The parts you don't even like about yourself.
His throat moved as he swallowed. His eyes dropped to where your hands were still loosely tangled together. He stared at them like they belonged to someone else.
"That's not smart." he said finally.
"I didn't ask if it was smart. I asked if you trust me to do it."
Si‑eun was quiet for a long moment. The silence wasn't empty—it was full of everything he couldn't say. The fear. The guilt. The desperate, hidden want to believe you.
"I trust you. But I don't know if I should."
You finished the action he couldn't complete yourself: you laced your hands fully with his. Si‑eun was trembling slightly, and that almost scared you. The unfamiliarity of your boyfriend's fragility was unsettling, but at the same time, it showed even more how much he needed this. How much he needed someone to help him find solid ground.
"Just let me try," you said finally, your fingers firmly intertwined with his. "Just let me welcome you into my home with your favorite tea while I talk about things you don't even care about, but you listen anyway. And one day, when you're ready, you'll start talking too. About the things only you know."
The way you put it sounded simple. Above all, you were a simple person, and maybe that was why Si‑eun had become attached to you. You never asked for more than he could give. Your presence alone was enough to make him want to stay close and push his limits slowly. The environment you provided made all the difference—it was like being wrapped in a warm blanket, one he didn't think he deserved, but he chose to stay under it anyway.
Si‑eun nodded at last. It was useless to argue with you, especially when you were the one who had kept him sane since Byuksan. You were the ground beneath his feet, the floor for when he thought he had nowhere left to collapse.
"So… about that time‑travel series I told you about, Twinkling Watermelon. Have you watched it yet?" You asked, breaking into a smile.
"No." Si‑eun gave a small, shy smile in return, appreciating the attempt at normalcy. "What was it about again?"
So you pulled your boyfriend onto the sofa and talked into his ear for what felt like hours. Si‑eun could only appreciate the way you did it—in silence.
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synopsis: When your cramps leave you stranded without pads, you finally gather the courage to ask your loud, impulsive, basketball-obsessed boyfriend to buy some for you. You expect embarrassment. Instead, he treats it like a sacred mission.
a/n: Divider made by @saradika-graphics i was so moved by the comments under my post that i felt like i should keep writing... like people actually care about my writing ???!!! i felt so idk... special? i will take longer for sure but i won't give up that easily i want to thank specially @heartshapesandcigarettes and @sugarhoneyylovee i wrote all this while thinking about @10bakuly it was a honor to have you cheering for me thank you sm :))
You knew it was stupid to be nervous about this.
Baku was more than your boyfriend. He was genuinely a good person above all else. Someone who cared about others, someone who literally fought for others, someone who even apologized for things that weren't his responsibility.
So why were you so nervous about asking for something as ridiculous as buying you a pack of pads?
You wrote and rewrote the message what felt like a million times. In every version, something seemed to be missing, or you could already picture Hu-min laughing behind his phone. It was so stupid, but still, it felt big enough to make you toss and turn in bed as much as your cramps would.
You honestly would rather call your mom and ask her for that favor, but she was living out of town—more precisely at the family farm—leaving you in an apartment all by yourself with all the little adult responsibilities too. For the first time, you felt angry about being alone in that house. Before, your forced independence was cause for celebration, but now… Now you were out of pads and only had a silly boyfriend to count on.
You were trying to type for what seemed like the thousandth time when your phone vibrated in your hand, and you dropped it in fright. When the Slam Dunk theme song started playing, you grabbed it again. That song only played when one person called—a certain basketball-obsessed guy named Park Hu-min.
With some apprehension, you slid the screen and accepted the call.
"JAGIYYYYYYYYYYA!" His voice was so loud that you dropped the phone, temporarily destroying your eardrum.
Leaving your phone on the bed, you switched the call to speaker. Baku's voice continued echoing through your room like a record player, but you didn't have the strength to interrupt his excitement, especially because you were still trying to figure out how to ask for that favor.
"Jagiya, are you there? Why aren't you answering me?" Now he sounded like a little puppy asking for its owner.
"Ah, sorry, I'm a bit out of it today. What were you saying, oppa?"
"I JUST PASSED BY THAT STORE I TOLD YOU ABOUT, AND THOSE BASKETBALL SHOES ARE ON SALE! THE RED ONES! WOULDN'T THEY LOOK GREAT ON ME? HUH, HUH?"
You cracked a small smile, imagining him standing in front of that sports store drooling over shoes. He was a person with such simple desires. Maybe that was what captivated your heart so much. It didn't take much to be with him. Sometimes, just sharing ramyeon while watching a basketball game was what made the best date.
"Anything would look good on you, oppa. But yeah, I think your color is definitely red."
"I'M GOING TO DYE MY HAIR RED! YOU'LL SEE! I'LL LOOK EXACTLY LIKE SAKURAGI! You'll have the honor of dating Sakuragi! That's almost like winning the lottery!"
You started laughing in response, and when you were about to say something back, you felt a cramp so sharp that you let out a kind of grunt. Because you were on speaker, Baku heard it too.
"Jagiya?" His voice changed, becoming more serious. "What was that?"
You stayed silent for a while longer, embarrassed and trying to imagine the thousand possible reactions from your completely unpredictable boyfriend. Would he laugh? Would he find it gross? Actually, did Hu-min even remember that women went through that once a month?
"Jagiya?"
"Are you still outside?"
"Yeah?" He answered, a little confused.
"Buy me some pads?"
The call went silent. Your heart tightened. Park Hu-min being silent was about as common as pigs flying, and you had achieved that feat with a single sentence. You had silenced the most talkative being in the universe.
"No, wait, I—"
"YOU'RE FINALLY GOING TO TRUST ME WITH THIS MISSION?"
You couldn't understand. His tone seemed unusually happy and even celebratory. Baku was truly an enigma sometimes.
"Mission?"
"Yeah, you finally asked me to buy pads and all those weird things you use. OH MAN, I'M SO EXCITED! I THOUGHT YOU WERE NEVER GOING TO ASK ME!"
You stared at your phone lying on the fluffy sheets, and honestly, it seemed like the strangest object in the universe with an excited voice coming out of it wanting to buy you pads.
"You're excited to… buy pads?"
"Of course I am! There's nothing more perfect to officialize a relationship than you trusting me with this! I TOLD YOU! I TOLD THAT IDIOT GOTAK THAT ONE DAY YOU WOULD ALSO DO WHAT ALL GIRLS DO, BUT HE SAID I WAS TOO STUPID FOR YOU TO EVEN CONSIDER ME AN OPTION!"
Gotak wasn't exactly wrong. But you would never let that mission that Baku had created in his head fall apart, especially because it was making him weirdly happy.
"I'm near a pharmacy. Tell me, what size do you use?"
You almost choked on the question.
"Oppa… That's not sold in sizes." You felt a mix of secondhand embarrassment and shame.
"But the size of your things… isn't it different?"
You couldn't believe what you just heard.
"HU-MIN-AH, THAT'S NOT HOW IT'S SOLD!"
"Aish, calm down, calm down… I didn't know, okay? They're so different. How am I supposed to bring the right one, then?"
"I'll send you a message with the list of my preferences. Just ask someone working at the pharmacy for help if you don't understand something."
"Preferences? Isn't this like condoms where any one is the same? Well, condoms do have sizes, I guess…"
"I'll send you a list, and you will follow it." You reinforced in a firm tone. Maybe he really did have an IQ of 99. Maybe Gotak was right. "Got it?"
"Yes, lady of my heart! Your Sakuragi will complete the mission with efficiency!"
When the call ended, you wondered what the hell you had just done, but there was no going back. You were dating a hard-headed guy, and he would make sure to deliver the entire pharmacy if you asked him to. So you quickly wrote the list of trusted brands, but didn't even think about the most obvious things—like specifying whether you wanted wings or not, whether you wanted a nighttime style. Honestly, whatever Baku managed to bring would be fine.
After a while, your boyfriend was already impatiently ringing your doorbell. You knew it was him not just because of the bell, but because he was yelling your name—something your neighbors hated every time he came to see you. Sometimes he remembered not to yell, but today, since he was in mission mode, he certainly wouldn't remember.
When you opened the door, however, the sight of him surprised you more than you thought possible, and that was saying a lot because you had imagined many possibilities: Baku was standing in front of you with two plastic bags, almost overflowing.
"Jagiya, look, I brought them!" He said as he lifted the bags.
You took a deep breath and silently opened the door a little wider, making space for him to come in. He set the bags on the floor momentarily to take off his shoes and stand in his socks, and you saw that both bags were full of pad packages.
"Oppa… Why is there so much?"
He stopped kneeling after being just in his socks and picked up the bags, pushing them toward you.
"Ah, I got the brand you wanted, but they're so different. What are these things with wings and without wings for? And there's one you only use at night? Does it need to be that specific? I thought it was just by size, but really, there weren't any by size. You prefer more specific things." He explained with a wide smile. "I brought two of each just to be safe."
Two of each? How much money had he spent on this?
"Ah! The lady also said that candy helps, so I bought some chocolates from the checkout. I got all the ones you like. There are even some new flavors! I wasn't sure if I should buy the green apple one, but it can't be that bad, right?"
Your mind couldn't stop calculating every single won. He had definitely emptied his wallet.
"Hu-min-ah, how much was all of this?" You lifted your gaze to him, stopping your examination of the bags.
"Ah, that I can't tell you! After all, the mission is secret!"
"But…"
"Did I do it right, Jagi? Did your Sakuragi bring you everything correctly?" His eyes were now shining, looking for approval. You were special, different to him. Every yes mattered, like a curious dog checking if it had pleased its owner.
Oneshot - sorcerer!reader-senpai x Yuta Okkotsu-kouhai
Written from Yuta's POV.
Yuta has been through a lot. A year of training in Africa honed his skills but also darkened the bags under his eyes. His shoulders feel heavier with the weight of expectations. It was months after Gojo bid him to take care of Yuji. It was up to him to follow through with his teacher’s command. With all that training, he knew he was ready to face the higher-ups again; his performance would be convincing enough to save the human vessel.
But the moment he stepped foot on his previous room in Jujutsu High, the memories of the place came rushing back. He arrived at midnight, walking towards his room with a practiced path. The room was as bare as he could remember. A bed, a desk, a window on top of the desk, a chair, and a wooden closet. He remembered staring at the ceiling aimlessly when Gojo brought him to the high school. As if led by muscle memory, he set down his luggage on the closet and felt the urge to lie down on the floor.
He thought about Africa.
Africa was vibrant. The earth was warm. There were flowers and trees everywhere. People were joyful and loud. The sweat often stuck to his clothes, and the humidity kept his hair glued to his forehead.
But back here, everything is quiet and muted. The cool wooden floor seeped into his white uniform. The air was clearer but thin. No chaotic car horns or children’s laughter echoing in the background, but the sound of crickets from a nearby pond. The ceiling stared at him ominously. The silence echoed around the walls, and his mind filled in the gap as it always did back when he just started being a sorcerer. The thought was constant, looping and familiar.
I need to be better.
I need to be better.
He closed his eyes and took deep breaths. He’s gotten used to Rika’s energy heavily humming in the background, but even the cursed monster’s energy seems subtle. The heavy dark cloud of his own thoughts made his head feel full, and the only thing that seemed able to calm it was sleep.
I shouldn’t be sleeping, he scolded himself. But his body shut down and went into deep rest.
The thunderclap outside woke him up. He sat up straight, his shoulders tense, his body shivering. He looked outside the window, and the heavy downpour obscured any view from the outside.
He curled up and hugged his knees. I thought I was better. Why did I wake up from a thunderstorm? I’ve always been vigilant with–
Another thunderclap. He couldn’t help but yelp. He felt small again. He needed company.
Yuta forced himself to stand up and get out of the room. He tried to listen for other people around but his own fear anticipating the next thunderclap dulled his senses.
He looked at the room on his right. Even without a name on the door, he suddenly remembered.
It was your room. His senpai. His senior. The one who was so strong, so capable to everyone, but melted under Yuta’s affection.
Would you still be here?
No, that can’t be. It’s been a year. Out of hope, he knocked on the door. No response.
Out of desperation, he knocked again. And again.
BOOM.
Another loud thunderclap boomed outside. His knees gave out, and he covered his ears. When was the last time he felt this vulnerable?
The door swung open.
“Yuta?”
His eyes snapped open.
You were there in front of him. You looked exactly the same. Your hair had grown out but it was put up in the same ponytail he was familiar with. The glasses are still the same glasses. The worried frown was so familiar that Yuta couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.
“Senpai.” His voice was shaky, and he felt so much shame sitting down there in front of the door. But no matter. “It’s you.”
You immediately sat down on the floor, wrapping your arms around him. You were always so protective, so caring of him. “Yes, it’s me.”
“I-I just wanted to check in because it’s been years and I didn’t think you’d be here…”
He was trying to make conversation. He wanted to know how your life has been. He wanted to know everything. Maybe he was trying to distract himself from his fear. Maybe he felt that you weren’t real enough. Maybe if you answered, he’d feel that he’s not making you up in his head.
But you looked at him with eyes so gentle and calm. Your hands rested firmly on his shoulders.
“Yes, I’m here,” you said firmly. “But we can talk about it more later. You’re not okay right now.”
But I want to know more. I’m okay. I’ll be okay. I think I missed you. Please tell me more. Don’t worry about me–
Another thunderclap. Yuta couldn’t help but cling to you, his head buried in the crook of your neck.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s just–”
“Sssh, it’s okay.” Your hand stroked his hair. You stood up and held his hand. Without a second thought, you led him into your room.
He didn’t even bother to look around. He only had eyes for your hand in his.
You gently guided him to lie down on your bed. The noise from the outside was still loud.
“I’m sorry,” he said as he buried his head on your chest. “It’s just so loud.”
“It’s alright. You were always scared of thunderstorms.”
“It’s pathetic…I’m sorry…” He closed his eyes, ashamed of how weak he was sounding. You sighed and Yuta prepared himself to hear your familiar scolding tone.
Instead, he felt your lips soft on his forehead. The thunderstorm raged on outside, but your arms felt like warm fire.
Both of you stayed like that for a long time, with you cradling him on your arms, syncing deep breaths together.
Finally, Yuta found his voice again. Not a weak whisper, but a shy, gentle statement.
“Senpai. You feel like home.”
You push him closer to your chest.
“Welcome home, my kouhai.”
A/N: This oneshot is heavily inspired by this song from Muni-muni entitled Tahanan (translated to Home in English).
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Can I request a Yeon Sieun fic where the female reader is a mix of Baek Ajin from Dear X and Ko Moonyoung from It’s Okay Not To Be Okay? She’s a sociopath who is capable of caring for other people, but chooses not to because of her childhood.
One day, she transfers to Eunjang and becomes interested in Sieun, especially after hearing about his rumors.
She initially wants to manipulate him, but ends up falling for him.
It can be 18+ if you’re interested.
I’m also a rookie writer, and have a similar OC on Wattpad.
Again, your writing is just superb 🥰🥰
SOCIOPATH;ysn
Pairing: Yeon Sieun x reader
Resume: A new school, for her, meant new toys, and when she laid eyes on Yeon Sieun, the boy who had many interesting rumors, her first thought was to play with him, but she didn't expect everything to get more twisted than her mind.
Warnings: Mention of sociopathic behavior, manipulation, sexual content, swear words.
Word Count: 3.5k
Requested by: @doremichann (I really hope you like it, good luck with your wattpad fanfic, i would love to give it a look!).
____ was not born empty; she was hollowed out by force.
She learned at seven years old, while curling up on the floor under the shadow of a man who smelled of cheap alcohol and suppressed rage, that fear was an unforgivable miscalculation. She discovered that crying only increased the intensity of the blows and that begging was just giving fuel to the aggressor.
So, one night, she simply pulled the plug.
It was a conscious decision. She stopped feeling the pain as her own and began to observe it as an external phenomenon, analyzing the trajectory of the belt and the rhythm of her father's breathing, dissociating from her own skin. In that internal silence, the scared little girl died, understanding that to survive in a world of predators, she had to stop being prey and become something that didn't bleed: a stone, an object, an untouchable void.
____ could feel things. She knew what warmth or joy felt like, but she chose not to. It was inefficient. Dangerous.
For her, emotions became a foreign language she had learned to speak fluently but refused to understand natively. Laughter was a contraction of the diaphragm. Crying, a useful tool to obtain pity. Worry, a master key to gain trust.
People were chess pieces. Some were pawns; useful, disposable. Others were bishops; dangerous, interesting. And the majority were simply the board: dead wood she walked upon to reach her objective.
That is why she transferred to Eunjang High.
Her old school had become... boring. She had already played with everyone worth the trouble. She needed a new ecosystem. And Eunjang, with its reputation as a "zoo of delinquents," promised to be entertaining.
But what really attracted her wasn't the violence. Violence was primitive and dirty; it reminded her too much of the helplessness of her childhood.
It was that rumor.
"Yeon Sieun. They say he left a guy in a coma. They say he almost killed another. They say he has no blood in his veins."
A monster. A predator disguised as a model student. Someone who, perhaps, had pulled his own plug.
____ smiled at her reflection in the school bathroom mirror, practicing her "shy and harmless new girl" face.
"Let's see what you have inside, Yeon Sieun," she whispered. She wanted to crack him open, see his gears, play with him until he broke, and then look for another toy.
The first time ____ tried to manipulate him, she failed totally. And that was exciting.
She sat at the desk next to his. Sieun was sleeping, his head resting on his crossed arms. ____ "accidentally" dropped her pencil case. The pencils rolled across the floor, some hitting Sieun's shoe.
In any other scenario, the boy would wake up, see a pretty girl in distress, pick up the pencils, and she would smile, initiating the bond.
Sieun didn't even move.
____ waited. Nothing.
She bent down to pick them up herself, making noise—a lot of noise.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," she said with her rehearsed sweet voice. "Did I wake you?"
Sieun lifted his head slowly. His eyes were half-closed, tired and empty. He looked at her. No, he scanned her. There was no lust, no interest, not even real annoyance. Just... nothing.
"If you're going to throw things, throw them away from my desk," he said in a monotone voice.
He lowered his head again and went back to sleep.
____ remained with a pencil in her hand, blinking.
Anyone else would have felt offended or intimidated. ____ felt an electric shock at the base of her brain.
Efficient, she thought. He doesn't care about social convention. He doesn't care about my appearance. He only cares about his rest.
For the first time in a long time, someone hadn't fallen into her most basic trap.
"Interesting..." she murmured, putting the pencil away. She decided she would observe him a little longer.
***
____ had no morals, but she had aesthetics. She hated the bullies at Eunjang because they were loud, dirty, and stupid. They hit to feel big. It was pathetic.
But watching Yeon Sieun fight was like watching open-heart surgery.
It happened in the back hallway. A third-year guy, big and stupid, had cornered Sieun. ____ watched from the corner, eating a lollipop, waiting to see if it was true that he had no blood in his veins.
The big guy threw a wide punch.
Sieun didn't back down. He showed no fear. He simply took a side step.
Calculated, ____ thought.
Then, Sieun struck. It wasn't an alpha-male punch. It was a sharp blow to the throat with the palm of his hand, followed by a low kick to the knee that made a delightful cracking sound.
The guy fell, choking and clutching his leg.
Sieun looked down at him. There was no pleasure on his face. There wasn't that sadistic smile ____ sometimes had to repress when she hurt someone emotionally. On Sieun's face, there was only boredom. Like someone crushing a cockroach not because they hate it, but because it's in the way to the kitchen.
"We're done," Sieun said, adjusting his backpack.
____ felt a chill. Not of fear. Of admiration.
Most people saw cruelty. She saw purity.
Sieun didn't fight for ego. He fought for results. He was a functional person, just like her. Or at least, that's what she believed. Seeing him destroy someone with that coldness provoked something in her she had never felt: kinship.
We aren't so different, you and I, she thought, biting her lollipop. You use your fists and physics. I use words and lies. We both seek the same thing: to be left alone.
____ decided to change tactics. She stopped trying to be the "sweet friend" and tried being the "useful presence."
She sat with him in the library. She didn't speak. She simply studied. She knew Sieun valued silence above all else.
They had been like this for a week. She pretended to study math, watching him out of the corner of her eye. Sieun solved equations with a speed that was somewhat surprising.
Suddenly, Sieun stopped writing. He sighed.
Without looking at her, he slid his own notebook toward her.
"You've been on the same page for twenty minutes," he said without looking up from his vocabulary book. "Your breathing is irregular. You're getting frustrated, and the noise of your finger tapping is annoying."
____ looked at the notebook. Sieun had solved the problem she was pretending not to understand. He had written the formula step-by-step, in small, perfect handwriting.
"Copy it and stop making noise," he ordered.
____ looked at the formula. Then she looked at him.
He didn't do it out of kindness. He didn't do it to flirt. He did it because she was being inefficient and noisy, and he solved the problem in the fastest way possible.
For a normal mind, that would be rude. For ____'s mind, it was the most romantic gesture she had ever experienced.
He had observed her. He had analyzed her behavior. He had calculated a solution. And he had given her the answer.
"Thanks, Yeon Sieun," she said, and for the first time, her smile wasn't rehearsed. It was small, sharp, and real.
Sieun just nodded slightly, closing his eyes to go back to his nap.
____ traced his handwriting on the paper with her finger. You paid attention to me, she thought. Now you belong to me a little bit.
***
The moment ____ knew she was in trouble, that the objective had changed from "manipulate" to "possess," was a sunny day.
They were in class. The afternoon sun was coming through the window, hitting ____ directly in the face. She hated the sun. It made her hot and made it hard to see her phone screen.
She tried to shield herself with her hand, making a face of genuine annoyance.
Sieun, who was at the desk next to her, seemed to notice.
____ expected him to ignore her. Or perhaps that she would have to ask him to close the curtain to see if he obeyed.
But Sieun said nothing. He stood up in the middle of the teacher's explanation. The teacher stopped, annoyed.
"Yeon Sieun, what are you doing?"
Sieun walked to the window. He closed the curtain, blocking the ray of light that was bothering ____. The classroom darkened slightly.
"It was reflecting on the board," Sieun lied with a perfect poker face.
He sat back down.
____ knew it was a lie. The sun wasn't hitting the board. It was hitting her.
She looked at him. Sieun was looking at the board, ignoring her completely.
He had lied for her. He had defied authority minimally to improve her comfort. And he had done it without seeking gratitude, attributing it to a logical excuse so he wouldn't have to interact socially with her.
____'s heart, that organ she considered just a blood pump, gave a strange beat. A glitch in the system.
It wasn't gratitude. It was greed.
She looked at Sieun's serious profile, his lashes not too long, his expression of boredom that never changed.
He is perfect, she thought.
He wasn't a useless hero who saved everyone. He wasn't a loud villain. He was neutral; he acted under his own logic. And in that logic, he had included her.
____ felt a sudden and violent impulse. She wanted to crack his head open and see if she was in there. She wanted to isolate him from the rest of those idiots at school. She wanted that efficiency, that violence, and that silent attention to be exclusively hers.
She didn't want to play with him anymore.
If she did, he would stop functioning this well. And for the first time since she was seven, she felt the desire to protect something other than herself.
"Yeon Sieun," she whispered.
He shifted his attention from the board and looked at her, with that expression of what now?
"You have an eyelash on your cheek."
Sieun blinked. He was going to wipe it away himself, but ____ was faster.
She reached out. Her fingers, usually cold, touched the warm skin of his cheek. It was a two-second contact. She removed the imaginary eyelash.
"Ready," she said.
Sieun looked at her a second longer than usual. Perhaps he detected something in her eyes, something darker than the simple kindness of a classmate. But since it wasn't a physical threat, he dismissed it.
"Mmm," he made a sound, and turned back to the board again.
____ turned to the front, clenching her own hand under the table.
Oh, yes. The plan had definitely changed.
She wasn't going to play with him anymore. She was going to hunt him. She was going to make that indifferent monster addicted to her, just as she was starting to find his existence fascinating.
You are mine, Yeon Sieun, she thought with a predatory smile while the teacher kept talking. You just haven't realized it yet.
***
The transition from "observing" to "invading" was so subtle that, to anyone else, it would have gone unnoticed. But not to them.
Two months had passed.
Two months in which ____ had managed to infiltrate Sieun's fortress of solitude silently, inevitably. Now, being in his room, surrounded by his books and the low hum of his computer, felt like a right she had spent days earning.
They were sitting on the floor, Sieun's back resting against the bed, a notebook open on his knees. ____ was beside him, supposedly reading, but she hadn't turned the page in ten minutes.
Her attention was fixed on Sieun's neck. On the way his Adam's apple moved slightly when he swallowed saliva. On the constant, rhythmic pulse under his pale skin.
____ analyzed the sensation in her chest. It wasn't butterflies. Butterflies were for stupid little girls who believed in fairytales. What she felt was hunger.
It was a possessive and territorial need to mark him, to verify if the electricity he generated when fighting also existed when he was touched in another way.
Seeing him from afar was no longer enough. She needed to have him close. She needed to verify if he also had an off switch that she could turn on.
She slammed her book shut. The sharp sound broke the silence of the room.
Sieun stopped writing, but he didn't look up immediately.
"You lost the thread," he said, his voice calm, already used to her interruptions.
"I got bored," ____ replied.
She moved. She didn't move away; she moved closer. She slid across the carpet until her shoulder bumped against his. Sieun tensed his muscles for a microsecond, but he didn't pull away.
That was the victory. He didn't repel her.
____ reached out and, boldly, took the pen from his fingers. She let it drop to the floor, far away, just as he had said that first day: away from his desk.
Sieun turned his head slowly. His dark eyes met hers. That look that was always calculating angles and numbers was now focused solely on her.
"What are you doing?" he asked. There was no anger. Only curiosity.
"Checking a hypothesis," she whispered.
____ leaned in and closed the distance. It wasn't a romantic move. It was a deliberate collision.
When her lips touched his, she expected coldness. She expected indifference.
But Yeon Sieun was not indifferent.
The reaction was immediate. Sieun didn't pull back. On the contrary, one of his hands flew up, not to push her away, but to grab her by the nape of her neck. His fingers tangled in her hair with a firmness that felt almost violent, pinning her against his mouth.
The kiss wasn't gentle. There was no hesitation. It was efficient, intense, and fucking real.
____ felt a jolt run down her spine, much more potent than the admiration she felt watching him fight. This was different.
Sieun kissed her with the same intensity with which he solved a complex math problem. Exploring, dominating, responding. There was a latent heat beneath that facade of a disinterested boy, a fire that only burned if you knew which switch to press.
She climbed onto his lap, without breaking contact, seeking more friction, more of him. Sieun let out a heavy sigh against her mouth and his hands moved down to her waist, gripping tightly, anchoring her to him.
In that chaos of ragged breathing and urgent touches, ____'s mind reached a brilliant conclusion.
I found him, she thought, as she bit Sieun's lower lip and felt him respond by squeezing her hip. He's not a toy. He is my equal.
For the first time in her life, ____ wasn't acting. She wasn't manipulating the situation for a benefit. She just wanted to be there, fused with the only other person in the world who understood that silence could be a language and that control was the purest form of affection.
____ took off her hoodie in a single movement, like someone discarding a mask they no longer need, throwing it away along with the pen. Underneath she wore only a thin black t-shirt that clung to her body due to the heat that was already starting to accumulate between them.
Sieun watched her from the floor, back still against the bed, chest rising and falling fast, legs open inviting her to stay in his space. His eyes, normally empty, were now dark, dilated, focused completely on her.
She smiled. A small, sharp smile, without feigned warmth, but with pure possession.
"Your turn."
Sieun didn't need to be told twice. There was no hesitation, nor that clumsy shyness that most boys his age feigned or felt.
He lifted his hands and grabbed the hem of ____'s black t-shirt. His fingers grazed the skin of her abdomen, hot and firm. He didn't ask for permission; she had already given it to him by removing the first layer.
He pulled upward in a fluid motion and ____ lifted her arms, allowing the garment to disappear.
She was left exposed before him.
Anyone else would have let out a stupid compliment about how pretty she was. Sieun didn't. He looked at her. His eyes roamed her torso, her breasts covered by the simple fabric of her underwear, her ribs visible as she breathed heavily.
He looked at her as if he were memorizing a map, looking for pressure points, weaknesses, territory.
That look aroused her more than any dirty word.
"You're cold," he observed.
____ looked down. Her nipples were hard, pressing against the fabric of her bra.
"I'm many things right now, Sieun. Cold is the least of them."
He pulled her down again, crashing his mouth against hers with urgency. This time, it was he who took control. One hand went up to clutch the nape of her neck, tilting her head to deepen the kiss, while the other went down her bare back, tracing her spine until it reached the waistband of her jeans.
____ moaned against his mouth. It wasn't an acted sound. It came straight from her throat, an involuntary response to the rough touch of Sieun's hands on her soft skin.
"Touch me," she demanded, breaking the kiss to bite his lower lip.
Sieun slid his hand to the front and covered one of her breasts. He squeezed. It wasn't a gentle or romantic touch.
It was a possessive grip, measuring weight, texture. ____ arched her back instinctively, pushing herself against his palm.
"You're loud," he murmured against her neck, lowering his kisses toward her collarbone.
"And you're too slow for someone who thinks so fast," she panted.
Sieun let out a low laugh, a vibration she felt in her own chest.
"I'm just being meticulous."
With a quick movement, he unclasped her bra. The fabric fell away. Sieun pulled back a few inches to look at her again, and this time, the glint in his eyes darkened.
He leaned in and, instead of kissing her, ran his tongue through the valley between her breasts, slowly moving up until he captured a nipple with his mouth.
The sensation was electric. ____ threw her head back, tangling her fingers in Sieun's hair, pulling him closer. He sucked hard, rhythmically, while his free hand moved down toward the button of her jeans.
"Damn it..." ____ whispered. Her mind tried to process the friction, the wetness, the heat. But it was all too much. Pleasure, her brain registered. Pure and absolute pleasure.
Sieun undid her pants and slipped his hand inside. His fingers slid along the edge of her underwear, seeking the heat between her legs. When he touched her, ____ gave a slight jump.
She was wet. Soaked.
Sieun looked up, his lips wet and red.
"Seems the hypothesis is correct," he said, with that monotone voice that now sounded husky and terribly sexy.
"Shut up and keep going," she ordered, breathless.
Sieun obeyed her, but in his own way. He got rid of his own pants with almost comical efficiency, kicking them away or letting himself fall back onto the mattress. When he returned to her, there were no more pauses.
He lifted her slightly by the hips and lowered her onto him.
The entry was a shock of reality. ____ gritted her teeth, feeling him fill her completely, stretching her, invading her.
Sieun groaned, throwing his head back against the mattress, eyes closed and jaw tensed.
"Shit..." escaped him.
____ stayed still for a second, adjusting, feeling his pulse inside her. It was a brutal physical connection.
She started to move.
First slow, testing the rhythm. Sieun put his hands on her hips, guiding her, his thumbs digging into her skin. Then, the rhythm broke.
Need overpowered technique.
Sieun started thrusting upward, hard, sharp. ____ moaned with every hit, her nails digging into his shoulders. The sound of their bodies colliding, the ragged breathing, the smell of sex and sweat filled the silent room.
"Look at me," Sieun ordered suddenly.
____ opened her eyes. She looked at him. He was staring at her, unblinking, totally present.
"You are mine," he said. It wasn't a question. It was a fact. A declaration of property.
"I am yours," she replied, and for the first time in her life, she felt no fear in saying it.
She felt power.
Sieun grabbed her by the nape of her neck and pulled her down to kiss her savagely while increasing the speed, driving them both to the edge. ____ felt the tension building in her belly, a wave that grew and grew until it broke.
She screamed his name against his mouth as the orgasm hit her, shaking her entire body. Sieun followed her seconds later, with a hoarse groan, emptying himself inside her, trembling beneath her body.
They stayed like that, one against the other, silence slowly returning to the room, but it was no longer the same silence as before. Now it was a shared silence.
____ rested her forehead on Sieun's shoulder, listening to his heart decelerate.
Her mind, which had been looking for an answer to all the sensations she thought lost, managed to find nothing more than: The subject is perfect.
pairing: YEON SIEUN X JIN EUNSEO (FEMALE ORIGINAL CHARACTER)
rating: 18+
genre: romance, slice of life, mutual pining, eventual spice
word count: 3.7k
author's notes: support banners and dividers are made by @saradika-graphics! images are from pinterest!
April 2023
Eunseo reached her hand out to lightly brush the canola flowers as she and Sieun strolled on through the yellow field. On a sunny day like this, the canola flowers smelled especially fragrant, producing a sweet, honey-like scent.
“Did you really walk to school every time using this path?”
The Jeju girl nodded. “I walked through these flowers ever since I was a kid, but this has always been a special place for my family. So, I have always told myself that one day, I’ll walk through this field with my first love.”
She stopped walking to face him, looking up at him with bright eyes and a carefree smile. “And here you are.”
Standing there, surrounded by the canola flowers, the Seoul boy leaned in to kiss the Jeju girl, unaware that his own parents had shared a similar kiss, all those years ago.
Eunseo’s eyes slowly fluttered open. She took in her surroundings, realising she was in the anime clubroom as she got up.
“Sieun-ah?” She looked around and let out a heavy sigh of relief when she saw him asleep next to her. His face was slightly beaten up, but it wasn’t the worst she had ever seen him. Eunseo felt her own cheek, realising that it was already bandaged with a square gauze, although it still stung to her touch. Geum Seongje really didn’t hold back at all.
“That was a really stupid thing to do, you know, and that’s coming from me,” The Jeju girl looked up to see Humin entering the room with a bunch of snacks and drinks in his arms. “When it comes to guys like Seongje, they don’t care about gender. A girl who’s mouthing him off is still mouthing him off.”
“I wasn’t sure if you were coming, or if Sieun could beat him,” She gratefully took the carton of chocolate milk Humin offered to her, thanking him. “So I needed to give him an incentive to win.”
“Damn, I don’t know if that’s smart or straight-up cruel,” Baku chuckled bitterly. “It worked, though. Gotak told me Sieun nearly stabbed him a few times. In fact, the little guy fucking stabbed him through the foot with the bastard’s own glasses.”
“Yeah, that sounds like him,” Eunseo reached her hand out to brush Sieun’s hair before hesitating and pulling back. She grabbed her backpack and got up, ignoring her migraine. “I should go back home. My landlady is nosy.”
She slid the door open, disregarding Humin’s calls. Eunseo barely made it to the end of the hallway before he caught up to her.
“Yah, you’re just leaving him? Can’t you stay until he wakes up?” Humin pleaded with her. He knew that the couple had a fight this morning, but surely, she could make an exception, considering the circumstances right now.
She didn’t answer him. Instead, she just stated, “Ina told me how Na Baekjin shattered Hyuntak’s knee.”
Humin froze. “What?”
“And now, Sieun’s in trouble again just because Na Baekjin saw him hanging out with you,” Eunseo huffed as she sniffled. “That bastard treats you like a toy anyone else can’t have. How childish. You know, I really hate people like him. People who use their pain to justify their own wrongdoings.”
“What- what exactly did we do wrong to deserve being dragged into all of this?” This was never a part of Eunseo’s plan, and unlike her love for Sieun, she didn’t welcome the pain forcibly inflicted on her. “Is being at peace really an unforgivable sin? After everything, all I want is for Sieun to be happy again.”
“Humin-ah, you need to take care of this,” The short girl looked at him sternly. “Before anyone else gets hurt, or worse, they end up dead."
The week after their altercation with the Union, Eunseo and Ina stuck by each other’s sides. It was easy to avoid the guys since the school was gender-segregated, and Eunseo had taken to eating in the classroom during breaks.
Eunseo and Ina were walking off their lunch when the Jeju girl caught sight of Sieun sitting on the concrete steps near the basketball court with the others. She instantly hid behind a pillar, dragging her best friend with her. Ina took a look to see who Eunseo was trying so hard to avoid and sighed deeply when she saw the Seoul boy.
“Yah, don’t tell me you and Sieun are still on a break, even after the whole thing with Geum Seongje?” Eunseo didn’t respond. “Aish, you two are driving me insane with your teen drama!”
“I’m not pissed at him for fighting!” The Jeju girl clarified with protest. “It’s just… I can tell he’s hiding something from me, and I’ve been waiting for him to tell me, but now… it feels like he doesn’t trust me.”
She huffed, blowing her bangs away before sinking, leaning her back against the column. “Why doesn’t he trust me? Ina, what should I do?”
Ina joined her, sitting beside her. “It’s not that Sieun doesn’t trust you. Even a dummy who knows nothing about love can see how much he loves you. If I have to take a guess, it’s that whatever he’s keeping from you is going to end up hurting you.”
Eunseo broke out in silent sobs, feeling useless. It felt like all the things she could do and were proud of were nothing in the new world she was living in with Sieun. She felt like a burden, a useless girl who couldn’t fight, that was only relevant just because she was Sieun’s first love.
“I hate being so angry like this.” She confessed as she felt Ina pulling her into a hug. “I’m mad at the world for being so hard on him, and I’m mad at myself for not being what he needs.”
Ina held her best friend in her arms, patting her back, unsure what to say or do to comfort her, but the pair didn’t notice the Seoul boy standing a distance away, his heart quietly shattering at the sight of the love of his life crying for him.
The others were behind him, unsure of what to say.
Gotak started, “Sieun-ah-”
The aforementioned young man interjected, not wanting to be comforted right now. “I’m going back to class.”
He walked away from them, his footsteps light, though it felt like his shoes were made of concrete as he moved farther from Jin Eunseo.
When did it go all wrong?
When Eunseo started reciprocating his feelings, Sieun promised himself he would never hurt her. That he will be a man deserving of her love and affections. Now, every time he looked in the mirror, he couldn’t see the boy stuck with lightning. He couldn’t recognise himself anymore when he kept breaking his promises.
Sieun protected Eunseo from everything and everyone, but he forgot to protect her from himself.
After a long night of just walking around, he didn’t bother to show up to cram school. Sieun finally reached his house after making sure Eunseo got on the bus after she was done with her shift at the cafe. He admitted it was creepy and stalker-like, but he couldn’t risk it, especially since she had insulted Geum Seongje.
When he entered the living room, Sieun was greeted by a rare sight: his parents sitting together, and it didn’t look like they were fighting either.
“Mom, Dad, what’s going on?” He asked even though he knew why. He hadn’t been hiding his bandages carefully, already being stressed from the potential end of his relationship.
“Sieun-ah, your mom’s been telling me you’ve been getting into fights.” His dad stated. “Son, what’s going on? Has it got anything to do with Oh Beomseok?”
“He lives in the Philippines now.”
“It’s not like you hit yourself.” His mom bemoaned. “Can’t you just tell us who did this to you?”
Sieun groaned. Why were they acting like his parents now, and not back then when he needed them? “It’s not like you can do anything about it, so why would you try?”
“There you go again. You always expect the worst from me, always making me the bad guy!” She fumed, standing up to meet his frustrated gaze. Even though they always said Sieun was more like the other, everyone knew he inherited his temper from Hyejin. “I bet you haven’t even told your girlfriend that you’re studying abroad. Are you blaming everything on me when it all crashes down?”
“I told you I don’t want to!” He shouted back, not caring that he was raising his voice at the mother who gave birth to him.
“You promised me you wouldn’t fight anymore!” She screeched. Her ex-husband tried to calm her down, but she was too similar to Sieun. When she got going, almost nothing could hold her back. “What kind of mother could bear seeing her son getting beaten up? When will this end? When you end up getting murdered by them!”
The blood roared in Sieun’s ears, and he ended up saying harsh words to her that he would regret for the rest of his life. “Why are you acting like this? Eomma, it’s not like you ever had a dead child before!”
“YEON SIEUN!”
Suddenly, everything stopped, and Sieun could only stare at his dad. Yeon Gyujin was usually patient and even-tempered, nothing like Hyejin and Sieun, but now, he was different.
Sieun had been shouted at before, but his dad never raised his voice at him, not with disappointment laced in his tone. How is it that he only needed to hear his name to feel like trash?
His mother, who was stunned by Sieun’s harsh words, broke down in sobs, and their son, usually calm and collected, ran to his room.
He had crossed the line.
Sieun couldn’t sleep after that, not with his heart weighed down. He kept replaying his dad’s voice, the anger and disappointment in his tone as he yelled his name. His mom’s broken face when he yelled at her.
It had felt right to yell at his mother. In his mind, he thought of her as the villain who wanted to separate him from his friends, including the love of his life, instead of the mother who just wanted to keep him safe. It was easier to blame her than to admit to being a coward who couldn’t tell Eunseo the truth.
There was a knock on his door.
“Sieun-ah, it’s Dad. Can we talk?”
He checked his digital alarm clock. It was only five in the morning, far earlier than the time he usually wakes up for school. Instead of answering, he threw the covers over himself.
“Sieun-ah, I’m not mad anymore.” A second knock on the door. “I need to tell you why I lost my temper last night.”
Gyujin waited at the door for a few more seconds. For a moment, it felt like Sieun wasn’t going to entertain him, but then the door opened, revealing his son with sunken eyes and dark eye bags. He looked like he didn’t get a wink of sleep last night.
Half an hour later, the father and son duo found themselves in an empty playground, dressed warmly in thick jackets and steaming hot coffee cups in their hands. Sieun still hadn’t spoken a word, ashamed to meet his father’s gaze.
“Sieun-ah, there’s something your mom and I should have told you a long time ago.” He shuffled around in his pocket, pulling out his wallet. He then took an old slip of paper out, unfolding it to reveal a picture of an ultrasound. At first, Sieun thought it was him when he noticed the date. The photo was taken in 2011. “That’s your younger sister, Nabi.”
Sieun looked up at him in surprise, uttering, “I’m supposed to be a big brother?”
His dad nodded before handing him the picture. “Your mom had a spontaneous miscarriage just after her first trimester, and it took a toll on us. We never blamed each other, but the grief- the pain was too much. Losing your child is just a pain that can’t be explained. That’s why your mom’s so hard on you about the fights. If she were to lose you, it would just destroy her.”
The weight holding down Sieun’s heart increased tenfold. Tears pricked his eyes, and his voice broke. “I-I had no idea. W-why did you never tell me?”
“You were only five. We told ourselves we were protecting you, but perhaps, we were only thinking about ourselves.” Gyujin still remembered those dark days. For a while, Hyejin couldn’t get out of bed, too overwhelmed by everything, so he made sure Sieun didn’t see her like that. “You know, your mom is the strongest person I know. No one can do it like her. Well, maybe except Eunseo. My future daughter-in-law is as tough as nails.”
“I don’t know if she’s going to be your daughter-in-law.” Sieun bitterly chuckled. “I keep messing up, and she’s given me too many chances. Maybe she’s better off without me.”
“You think I didn’t mess up with your mom?” Gyujin noticed Sieun’s incredulous look. “Okay, bad example, but still, if she’s willing to give you a chance, that means Eunseo still believes in you. Even with the way you two are right now, can you honestly say you will regret everything you went through with her?”
“No, I don’t regret anything.” Sure, the journey Sieun took with Eunseo hadn’t been easy. In fact, it was one of the hardest times of his life, but she was always there, with her soft smile and her kind words, always bringing colour to his dull life. Even when he was at the very bottom, she didn’t hesitate to hug him.
Jin Eunseo will always be the love of Yeon Sieun’s life, no matter what happens.
“Suho, if you were here, what would you tell me? I keep doing things wrong. I keep hiding secrets from Eunseo, and I justify myself by saying I don’t want to disappoint her, but in the end, I keep hurting her. The other day, I crossed the line with my mom. You, Eunseo, and my mom. No matter what I do, I end up hurting the people I love. I have no idea what to do.”
On the way to school, Sieun suddenly froze at the sight of Eunseo. She was standing near the school gate. Although she had a novel in her arms, Persuasion by Jane Austen, this time, she was fidgeting around, unable to focus until her eyes landed on Sieun.
“Sieun-ah, can we talk?”
A few minutes later, the couple found themselves in the gardener’s shed near the back entrance of the school. Luckily, it was vacant, and there were no other students nearby.
Although they were standing just a few inches from each other, the distance between them felt as vast as the ocean. It was strange that they had been together for more than a year, yet a few days apart were enough to test their connection.
Sieun eyed Eunseo’s cheek, now absent from the square bandage she had after Seongje’s assault. “The swelling’s gone down.”
His hand moved to caress her cheek before he realised it. He paused, unsure whether Eunseo would accept his gesture, but the Jeju girl stayed still, waiting for his touch. Sieun then stroked her cheek, and she leaned into his embrace.
“I missed you, Sieun-ah.” She whispered. “Like crazy.”
He tucked in a stray lock of hair behind her ear, staring at the pink flower pin in her hair. Although he had bought her many more pins, fancier ones, Eunseo always wore the first one he bought for her, saying it was her favourite.
“Me, too.” He said. “Eunseo, I’m sorry for trying to separate you from your friends. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“I know, but that’s not just it, isn’t it?” She coaxed him with her gentle voice. “There’s something you’re not telling me, Sieun. I could tell. I tried to wait, but I’m getting impatient. Please, Sieun-ah, tell me.”
How was it that even with everything that had happened, she was still looking at him with those eyes? The same eyes that told him it was okay to be himself, that he didn’t have to be perfect. How did she still love him even after knowing what he was capable of?
“I’m studying abroad. In Singapore. I’m leaving next week.” He revealed, watching her face fall.
Eunseo tried to keep a straight face, but her tearful eyes and twitching mouth betrayed her. “H-how long did you know about this?”
“Four months. My mom thinks that leaving will make me safe.”
“Four months?” She repeated in disbelief before palming her face with both hands and letting out a loud sigh. “I understand your mom, but why didn’t you say anything to me? Am I supposed to find out when you already left?”
“I kept telling myself that I didn’t want to hurt you, but I was just lying to myself. I was just being a coward.” A part of him wanted to blame his mom, but he knew that his dishonesty was all on him. “Eunseo, please look at me. Say something.”
She finally looked up, facing him with tearful eyes. “I love you, Yeon Sieun. More than anyone. I don’t want to be apart from you, but if leaving Korea means that you will be safe, then I’ll accept it.”
Unable to take it anymore, the Seoul boy pulled the trembling Jeju girl into his chest, hugging her tight as she cried.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when you woke up.” She sobbed.
“It’s okay.” Sieun patted the back of her head, his eyes as red as hers. “I’m sorry I keep making you cry.”
“You don’t have anything to do with that! I’m making myself cry!” Eunseo wailed. She breathed in deeply, taking in the scent of the cologne she had bought him. “I’m really going to miss your smell.”
Sieun didn’t say anything more. They only held each other as they said their goodbyes, mourning the momentary end of their first love.
March 2040
“WHAT!” Five-year-old Yeon Saeyi shrieked as her mother ended her bedtime story right there. “I need to hear more! Mommy, tell me more!”
“Baby, you said you would go to sleep ten minutes ago. How about this? If you go to sleep now, I’ll make you your favourite pancakes tomorrow?” Eunseo negotiated.
“Hmmm…” The little girl contemplated, furrowing her thick eyebrows, which she inherited from Sieun. “With chocolate syrup?”
Eunseo tucked in her little girl, making sure her pink duvet covered her and Mr Bunny together. “Of course, I’ll even cut up some strawberries for you.”
“And ice cream?”
“Okay, now you’re just pushing your luck, little lady.” The formerly known Jeju girl grinned before planting kisses all over Saeyi’s face, causing the little girl to giggle loudly.
“Saeyi, why aren’t you asleep yet?” The mother-daughter duo looked back at Sieun entering the bedroom. “It’s well past your bedtime.”
Saeyi clapped her hands excitedly. “Daddy!”
“Yeobo, how’s Eunseok?” Eunseo asked about their eight-year-old son, who was sleeping over at Suho and Ina’s house tonight. “Did he ask about me?”
“I didn’t get to say anything,” Sieun answered. “Apparently, he and Seojun went straight to sleep after eating too much barbecue.”
Her jaw dropped. “That boy! Doesn’t he miss his mom? He used to cry for me whenever he slept over at their place, and we always had to pick him up!”
“Eunseok’s just growing up.” Sieun consoled his wife of eight years before focusing his attention on his other bundle of joy. “What was tonight’s story? Dragons and princesses again?”
However, Saeyi instantly asked him. “Daddy, why did you leave Mommy?”
“What?” He faced his wife, who was hiding a smile while avoiding his gaze. “Yeobo, what kind of bedtime stories have you been telling her?”
Eunseo laughed. “She just wanted to know more about our love story. Our baby girl is a romantic, just like her mommy.”
She tickled Saeyi’s belly, and her husband joined in as their baby girl giggled. Looking back, the couple never once thought they would have a happy future like this. It wasn’t one surrounded by luxury, but it was a life Eunseo and Sieun would never give up on.
It was past seven in the morning, way later than the time Eunseo usually left for school, but today was a different day.
Today was the first day of living in a new world without Sieun by her side.
The Jeju girl looked back in the mirror, trying to work out a smile, but it felt too fake. Although she applied concealer, her eye bags were still obvious, and it was evident that she had been crying her eyes out the night before.
“Come on, Jin Eunseo. You’ve lived seventeen years without him. It’s only a year. You can go through a year without Sieun.”
She tried to convince herself she would be fine, even though she obviously wasn’t. To make matters worse, it was raining heavily outside. It was as if the whole world was telling her that today was destined to be as dark and dreary as she felt when she woke up this morning.
“Just take one step outside, and take the next step after that. That’s all there is to it.”
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, snapping Eunseo out of her depressive thoughts. She wiped her face with the sleeve of Sieun’s hoodie before opening the door, only to see him. He was completely drenched to the bone, as if he had been running through the torrential downpour.
“Am I dreaming?”
“Sieun-ah,” Eunseo whispered, afraid to move in case this was a wonderful dream. If so, she didn’t want to wake up. “H-how are you here? What about Singapore-”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Sieun answered. “Juntae and the others, they said what happened last year wasn’t my fault.”
Tears pricked Eunseo’s eyes as she realised that this was real. “It never was.”
“Most of all, you’re my home, too, Jin Eunseo.” He confessed, smiling through his tears. “It doesn’t matter where I am. If you’re not by my side, then I’m not home. I’m staying, Eunseo-yah.”
She didn’t need to hear another word. Eunseo leaned up, holding the back of Sieun’s neck with her hand, before pulling him into a deep kiss. It tasted salty from the tears they shed, but even though it was still pouring heavily, Eunseo's life felt like sunshine at that moment.
author's notes
Another long hiatus, so I’ve included a sneak peek of EunEun’s kids as an apology! Sieun named their son, while Eunseo named their daughter.
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>> one's love language usually stems from what they want to receive- you give what you want to receive.
sypnosis: what would each of whc's characters' love languages be? (a lil analysis on some parts)
featuring: yeon sieun, anh suho, oh beomseok, park humin, go hyuntak, kang wooyoung, geum seongje, na baekjin.
cw: none i think :-)
a/n: lmk what u think! comments are always appreciated <3
yeon sieun
-> acts of service & quality time.
- he essentially makes your everyday life easier.
- for instance: he does your chores before you get the chance to, leaves little reminders about your upcoming errands, cooks meals for you when you're busy...etc
- also, si eun would constantly check up on you.
- you always receive those "did you get home safe?" or "are you ok?" texts from him.
- he just wants you to be safe.
- oh and he wouldn't hesitate to protect you. if he even gets the hint that someone is bothering you, he'd (methodically) mess them up.
- he also LOVES spending time with you, even if he doesn't show it.
- he'd probably be too hesitant to ask you out. but if he gets the chance, he'd take you on study dates, movie nights, or just anywhere really- as long as you're there.
- si eun isn't very expressive with his words or expressions, but you can see his love in every little thin he does.
anh suho
-> quality time & physical touch
- ALWAYS makes excuses to hangout with you.
- he doesn't have a lot of time on his hands due to the balance between helping out with household work and working at his part-time jobs, so time is extremely valuable to him.
- spends most of his freetime with you, sometimes his friends will tag along too!
- he also has the constant itch to touch you. not in a sexual way, but in more of a affectionate way.
- like, he'd sling an arm over your shoulders, hold your hand, or simply bump your shoulder with his and not move.
- after the incident, you and sieun would see eachother pretty often. while he never goes in, you'd understand his heartbreak, just like he understands yours. so yea! glad you have someone to relate to!
oh beomseok
-> words of affirmation
- like i mentioned at the very top, people's love languages typically stem from their own wants, so i think it's no surprise that beomseok's love language would be words of affirmation.
- i've seen a lot that is gift-giving, and while that may be true, i think words of affirmation is just more important to him.
- after every conversation, date or hangout, he'd squeak out an "i love you!".
- his text messages to you would also have a lot of emotes like '<3', ':)', ':D', '(•̀ᴗ•́)و' , etc..
- also, he would always reassure you spontaneously. you could be having a convo about something silly and out of nowhere, he'd say: "you're the only one who truly sees me; i love you."
- he's just insecure, and i truly believe that if he just had someone who treated him the way he deserved, he wouldnt've turned out that way.
- lets thank sieun for caring abt him though, im not forgetting about that<3.
'gotak' go hyuntak
-> words of affirmation & gift giving
- he's such a boyish person to me, if that makes sense.
- typical highschool sweetheart. showers you with attention and cringy pickup lines HAHHA
- i think he could be a little shy with physical touch, but he has this spontaneous burst of courage to flirt with you multiple times a day.
- even as time passes with your relationship, gotak would never fail to compliment you whenever he gets the chance.
- and i also feel like he'd be such a good gift-giver.
- would give you the most thoughtful gifts ever, with a letter attached (he's not so good with his words, but his heart is there, ykwim?)
- gotak would probably be the most emotionally stable one out of everyone here, im js saying..
'baku' park humin
-> physical touch & acts of service
- as we all know, baku is a pretty touchy person.
- he'd ruffle your hair, hold your hand, sling his arm over your shoulder...yeah.
- he, much like suho, also has this pathological need to have skin-to-skin contact with you at all times.
- moreover, baku knows that taking care of a household is difficult on top of your schoolwork and etc, so he'd be a big help with errands and chores.
- although all that stuff with baekjin and the union would seperate the two of you momentarily, but he doesn't give up easily. he'll always love you unless you give him a reason not to.
kang wooyoung
-> physical touch
- due to his illegally short screentime, from how i see him, wooyoung is a pretty stereotypical 'bad boy', so i would associate him with their characteristics.
- he always has a hand on your waist or hip, kinda like a message to other people that says 'do not touch or you die'.
- also loves hugging you from behind. kang wooyoung (or more like cha woomin) is extremely tall compared to the average height for women. he loves engulfing your shorter stature.
geum seongje
-> quality time & acts of service.
- i used to think seongje would never take a relationship seriously, but after rewatching that one scene where he thought baekjin would've atleast thought to ask him 'are you okay' has made me think otherwise.
- seongje is a pretty busy person, but he would definitely make time for you.
- whether its hanging out with you in the internet cafe, smoke break in the bowling alley, or making you record his fights (like the one with juntae and gotak), he would always bring you everywhere.
- he'd skip meetings for you too. (saw a fic on this)
- he does NOT want to seperate from you. he doesn't trust anyone, so if he trusts you, its gonna be overwhelming.
- he's not really big on words, but his actions would prove his devotion to you.
- he'd complain but still carry you when your feet hurt, buy you groceries when you're busy, pick you up at the dead of night when you need him...
- and almost all the money he earns from the union goes to you, ESPECIALLY if you have financial issues.
- he wants you to live a smooth life, and he wants you to live it while you're beside him.
na baekjin
-> acts of service, quality time & gift-giving.
- i cant decide between these 3 because i lwk feel like he'd be a relatively good bf, despite having little to no free time at all.
- he seems cold and calculating, but he's honestly just a scared teenager who is extremely loyal to those who have cared for him unconditionally.
- baekjin would do things for you without complaint. your feet hurt in your new heels? take his shoes, he'll walk home in socks. you need a ride somewhere? him or his goons will pick you up in 5 minutes. you haven't eaten breakfast? here's a homemade sandwich.
- baekjin is the kind of person who would take you out on expensive dates to make up for barely having time for you.
- high-end restaurants, shopping at luxurious stores, concerts of your favourite artists...he just loves seeing you happy and money isn't a problem.
- also would gift you expensive jewellery, items of your interest, or really anything you want. he wants you to know that can take care of you.
yuta can’t believe his life turned out so perfect for you and him— oh and their newly born daughter.
sfw drabble, fem!reader, fluff<33, yuta is imagined to be 20+.
he has been in this room for hours.
seeing the bundle of joy that laying down on the crib, he didn’t know how to feel when various of emotions comes crashing down on him all at once. but most of it was warmth, he could still remember the dark hair that the baby was born with and when she opened her eyes that day— the same colors as his wife, he didn’t even know how to react at first, it was only when a tear fell down from his eyes is when he realized how emotional he actually felt, his wife, the love of his life had given him the very most precious thing in his life aside from her own.
he gently placed a finger on the cheek of the baby, where it mewled in her sleep. god, he’s so lucky. he gently rocks the crib as the baby’s chest rises up and down. “yu?” your voice called out to him as you entered the door and saw the scene, softening your expression, you approached them; where he wrapped you with his other arm, his eyes still focused on their daughter. “look at her, (nickname)..” he hitched, you could see how he carried himself in his eyes; the same ones you noticed when you two did your vows.
you leaned into his shoulder, and he gently placed a soft kiss on your forehead, pulling you closer against him. “i love you so much.” he murmured, the affectionate words was sudden, but not unwelcomed as you looked up at him. “i love you more, yu.” a kiss was given on his jawline when you returned the words, the baby softly babbled; “i was supposed to say dinner is ready, by the way.” your husband looked at you, “dinner? oh, right.” he didn’t even noticed it was that late which causes you to giggle.
“but what about..?” he looks at the crib and you simply hit his shoulder lightly. “i don’t think disturbing our baby is good.” you massaged the same place you had contacted. “let her have some sleep, okay?” he nodded at your request, “okay.” he took his hand off from the crib and walked long side you, closing the door of the nursery; no complains nor disappointment could be heard in his voice, because the only other place he’d gladly be other than with his child is his wife.