🧟♂️ALL OF US ARE DEAD (PART 2) 🦠
❤️If they were your boyfriend/girlfriend❤️
Warnings: 18+ NSFW / SMUT, light angst, mentions of trauma/nightmares, toxic.
Characters (10): Yoon Gwi-nam, Song Jae-ik, Park Sun-hwa, Min Eun-ji, Kim Cheol-soo, Seo Hyo-ryung, Kim Ji-min, Yoo Jun-seong, Jung Min-jae, Han Gyeong-su
Other part: //!All Of Us Are Dead! Part 1//
~Yoon Gwi-nam as a Boyfriend~
The apex predator of your sanity. [PERSONALITY]
Gwi-nam is not just a boyfriend; he is a dangerous, inescapable nightmare who has chosen you as his permanent fixation. He is a textbook psychopath who runs the school through raw terror, and his love language is pure, unadulterated intimidation. He is pathologically possessive. He treats your relationship like a hunting game where he is the predator and you are his captured prey. If anyone tries to speak to you, Gwi-nam won’t just glare—he will physically assault them right in front of you, laughing maniacally as he breaks their nose, just to remind everyone that touching you carries a death sentence.
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Bloodstained tempers. [ANGST]
Angst with Gwi-nam is terrifyingly volatile and physically threatening. When he is enraged by his gang or if you try to set boundaries, his temper explodes into immediate violence. He will trash the room, shatter windows, and pin you against the wall by your chest, his blade tracing your skin just to scare you into submission. He doesn't do guilt or apologies; if you try to break up with him, he will completely lose his mind, stalking you outside your windows, threatening to hurt your family, and emotionally blackmailing you with bloody knuckles until you are too terrified to ever look away from him again.
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Twisted fondness. [FLUFF]
His version of "fluff" is warped, dark, and heavy with unspoken threats. He likes dragging you into the abandoned, dusty boiler room of the school, forcing you to sit on his lap while he blows cigarette smoke directly into your face, smirking at your coughs. He gets a sick, possessive thrill when you stop trembling and actually lean into his chest for warmth; his heartbeat is always dangerously fast. Gwi-nam will casually play with his pocket knife, using the blunt side of the blade to trace your lips before stealing a rough, bruising kiss that leaves your mouth tasting like iron and cheap nicotine.
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Shakedown chaperones. [RANDOM DAILY LIFE]
Your daily routine with him is a chaotic blur of breaking school laws and survival. Gwi-nam will literally show up at your classroom door in the middle of a test, kicking it open and dragging you out by your wrist just because he wants you to watch him shake down lowerclassmen for extortion money. He demands that you keep all his contraband—knives, cigarettes, stolen wallets—in your backpack because he knows teachers won’t search you. His favorite way to mark his territory in the hallways is to drag his blood-stained knuckles down your cheek or trap you in a painful headlock, mocking you in front of his delinquent friends.
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Sadistic depravity. [SMUT]
Behind the heavy doors of the abandoned, filth-stained school sports equipment shed, Gwi-nam’s psychopathic nature mutates into pure, unhinged sexual sadism. Sex with him is a brutal, loud, and degrading display of absolute ownership—he treats your body like a piece of meat he wants to break. He loves violently throwing you onto a pile of dirty sports mats, ripping your clothes to shreds with his bare hands while laughing at your panic. His style is raw, fast, and deliberately painful; he will wrap his large, scarred hand tightly around your throat, squeezing until you are choking and sobbing for air, driving his fingers deep inside your underwear to stretch you open with zero gentleness. Gwi-nam demands complete, broken submission, calling you his pathetic little whore and forcing you to beg for his touch while he spits directly into your open mouth. When he finally takes you from behind, his thrusts are savage and punishing, hitting you so hard your teeth rattle against the dusty floor. He will bite your shoulders and neck until he draws actual blood, licking it off your skin and leaving deep, painful teeth marks and fingerprint bruises all over your hips so everyone can see you were thoroughly ruined by the school's monster.
~Song Jae-ik as a Boyfriend~
The cynical lawman with a dangerous fixation. [PERSONALITY]
Jae-ik is a seasoned, weary detective who carries himself with a sarcastic, unbothered attitude, but behind that badge lies a fiercely territorial man. Being hardened by his job, he looks at the world with cynicism, but the moment he claims you, you become his entire moral compass and private obsession. He is deeply, quietly possessive. He absolutely despises when other people get too close to you or try to read your expressions. Jae-ik doesn’t throw childish tantrums; instead, he flashes his police badge or uses his cold, authoritative interrogation voice to intimidate anyone trying to flirt with you, flashing a dark, smug grin as he subtly pushes them out of your life.
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The bitter stash of alcohol. [ANGST]
Angst with Jae-ik stems from his demanding, high-stress job and the constant guilt that his dangerous lifestyle will put you in harm's way. When he gets overwhelmed by horrific crime scenes or fights with you, he doesn't scream—he completely blocks you out physically, locking himself inside his office at the station for days. He will drown his frustration in cheap, bitter soju, staring at your picture while punching his desk in blind rage at his own inability to be a normal partner. If you try to walk away, his mature composure completely shatters; he will corner you in a dark alleyway, eyes bloodshot and breath smelling of alcohol, desperately grabbing your coat and whispering raw, broken pleas for you not to leave him in his dark world.
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His soft side is a heavily guarded secret that only comes out when he strips off his heavy tactical vest. Jae-ik loves taking you on late-night drives when his shift ends, sitting inside his car outside a 24-hour convenience store, sharing instant ramen and bad coffee. He gets incredibly flustered when you teasingly steal his police cap or unbutton his uniform shirt, his rough cheeks turning a dark crimson before he chuckles raspy, pulling you into his side. He loves resting his heavy, stubbled jaw on your shoulder, sighing deeply as he wraps his large, calloused hands around your waist to finally relax after a long day.
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Police escorts and contraband protection. [RANDOM DAILY LIFE]
Your daily life with him is a chaotic mix of flashing police lights and breaking minor protocols. Jae-ik will literally pull up right in front of your workplace or school in a full squad car, sirens blaring for a split second just to scare your peers and force you to get in. He doesn't do cute domestic walks; instead, he uses his authority to keep tabs on you, making sure his fellow officers know your face so you are always protected. He loves leaving his spare handcuffs or pocket knives in your bag "for safety," and his favorite way to mark his territory is to lazily drape his heavy arm over your shoulders in public, giving a mocking wave to anyone staring.
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Authority abuse in the backseat. [SMUT]
Behind the tinted windows of his locked, parked police cruiser in a deserted back-alley, Jae-ik’s mature lawman persona completely mutates into a dirty, ravenous dominant. Sex with him is rough, loud, and full of raw, heavy friction—he treats your body like his private suspect that needs to be broken. He will aggressively shove you onto the vinyl backseat, pulling your hands behind your back and clicking his actual metal handcuffs around your wrists, chuckling darkly at your gasp. His style is sweaty, deep, and punishing; he will use his massive weight to crush you into the leather, driving his fingers inside your underwear with zero patience to stretch you open. Jae-ik is extremely foul-mouthed in bed, groaning dirty, degrading interrogation threats into your ear, demanding that you confess how much you love being ruined by a cop. When he finally drives into you from behind, his thrusts are savage, making the entire car rock as your desperate whimpers echo against the glass. He will wrap his hand around your jaw, pulling your head back to bite brutally into your neck and collarbones, drawing blood and leaving deep, painful teeth marks and fingerprint bruises all over your hips to mark you as his private property.
~Park Sun-hwa as a Girlfriend~
The forbidden authority with a gentle shackle. [PERSONALITY]
Sun-hwa is the epitome of elegance and composure during school hours, but behind closed doors, her protective nature twists into a quiet, deeply possessive fixation. Being your teacher, she knows the massive risk of your relationship, which only makes her more desperate to hold onto you. Her possessiveness is subtle but incredibly firm. She will use her position to constantly check on you, monitoring your classes and performance under the guise of "academic guidance." Sun-hwa cannot tolerate seeing you getting too close to other students; she won’t shout, but she will smoothly reassign classroom seats or call you into her office just to isolate you from potential rivals, marking you as her private responsibility.
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The guilt of the unraveling professional. [ANGST]
Angst with Sun-hwa stems from the suffocating pressure of her profession and the constant terror that discovering your relationship will ruin your future. When she gets overwhelmed by the fear of being caught or after a serious fight with you, she doesn't avoid you; instead, she buries herself in mountains of grading papers, refusing to leave her desk until late at night. She will ruin her own health, drinking coffee until her hands shake, staring at your test scores with silent tears of frustration. If you threaten to leave her, her composed teacher persona completely shatters; she will lock her classroom door, breakdown in front of you, and grip your uniform jackets with trembling hands, desperately pleading with you not to abandon her in her lonely, structured world.
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Stolen answer keys. [FLUFF]
Her soft side is a heavily guarded, sweet sanctuary that only opens up when the school building goes completely dark. Sun-hwa’s idea of fluff is making you hide under her desk while other teachers walk by, slipping her hand under your chin to keep you quiet while she flashes a secret, breathless smile. She gets intensely flustered when you unexpectedly correct her messy uniform jacket or pull her down by her formal collar for a quick kiss, her cheeks immediately burning a deep crimson. She loves resting her head on your shoulder after a long day of lecturing, letting out a rare, weary sigh as she tightly wraps her arms around your waist, finally feeling safe from the judgment of the world.
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Private extension hours. [RANDOM DAILY LIFE]
Your daily life with her is an ongoing game of hiding from the school principal and breaking minor protocols. Sun-hwa will literally assign you mandatory "private study hours" after the final bell rings, just so she can have you entirely to herself in an empty classroom. She doesn't do typical teenage dates; instead, she uses her desk drawers to hide snacks and drinks specifically for you, and she will deliberately look the other way if she catches you carrying minor school contraband, keeping your secrets safe. Her favorite way to mark her territory is to casually fix your messy uniform collar right in the middle of the hallway, locking eyes with you to remind you who you belong to while other students walk past.
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Faculty desk degradation and professional ruin. [SMUT]
When the school empties out and the faculty room door is locked from the inside, Sun-hwa’s gentle teacher persona melts into a deeply sinful, dirty craving. There is no physical aggression; instead, she uses her soft, commanding voice to completely unravel your composure. She slowly guides you back onto her massive wooden desk, lazily sliding her fingers under your clothes while murmuring filthy, forbidden praises about how delicious your skin tastes. Her style is intensely wet, heavy, and slow—she loves taking her time, fully dressed in her professional clothes while she makes you completely bare for her on the cold wood. Sun-hwa will gently but firmly thread her manicured fingers through your hair, tilting your head back just to whisper dirty, degrading things about a student begging their teacher for pleasure, before dripping her heat directly onto your skin. She demands absolute, unhurried submission, expecting you to whine her name and worship her body with every messy, deep rub of her fingers. When she finally lets you slide inside her, she arches her back with an intoxicating sigh, holding you tight against her chest and letting out ragged, needy whimpers. She will slowly suck and bite your neck until she leaves dark, wet hickeys right beneath your uniform collar, marking you thoroughly as her private obsession without ever losing her mature, sensual touch.
~Min Eun-ji as a Girlfriend~
The scorched soul with a lethal devotion. [PERSONALITY]
Eun-ji is a girl who has been pushed to her absolute limits by the school, making her naturally bitter, defensive, and fiercely independent. However, the moment she lets you into her hyper-fixated world, her trauma mutates into a suffocating, lethal devotion. She is obsessively territorial. Eun-ji cannot stand seeing you smile or laugh with anyone who has ever looked down on her or your relationship. Her possessiveness is sharp and reactive; she will literally snatch your phone out of your hand if she suspects someone else is trying to text you, locking eyes with you to remind you that you are the only good thing left in her life, and she will burn the whole school down before she lets anyone take you away.
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The broken mirror and incurable scars. [ANGST]
Angst with Eun-ji is heavy, raw, and smells of pure desperation. Because she has been humiliated by peers so many times, her self-worth is non-existent, making her constantly paranoid that you are secretly making fun of her behind her back. When you two have a real disagreement, she doesn't use the silent treatment—she loses control completely, breaking school property, tearing up her own notebooks, and screaming until her chest heaves. She will lock herself in the old school restrooms, destroying her own reflection in the mirror out of raw self-hatred, and she won't let you hold her until she has exhausted herself to the point of breaking down into ragged, painful sobs against your uniform.
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Stolen spray cans. [FLUFF]
Her soft side is a completely hidden sanctuary that she only shares when the hallways are totally empty. Eun-ji's idea of fluff is dragging you by your sleeve to the top of the old school water tower, sharing a single soda while she lazily spray-paints your initials inside a messy heart on the concrete. She gets intensely flustered if you unexpectedly wrap your arms around her from behind and bury your face in her hair; her body will stiffen in shock before she completely melts against you, gripping your forearms so tightly it hurts, whispering curses under her breath about how you're the only person who doesn't make her feel invisible.
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Vandalized lockers. [RANDOM DAILY LIFE]
Your daily life with her is an ongoing rebellion against the school rules. Eun-ji makes it her personal mission to vandalize the lockers of anyone who has ever given you a bad look, leaving nasty messages in permanent marker just for your amusement. She refuses to do boring domestic routines; instead, she demands that you sit with her behind the sports equipment shed during lunch, forcing you to eat her home-packed meals while she aggressively glares at anyone walking past. She loves hiding her stolen lighters and pocket knives in your bag, smirking because she knows the teachers would never suspect you.
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Raw, unpolished friction. [SMUT]
Behind the locked doors of the dusty, abandoned school art room, Eun-ji’s bedroom style is full of a frantic, insecure desperation. There is no calculated dominance here; instead, she clings to your body like a drowning person, needing the dirtiest, most intense physical contact to prove you are actually real. She will guide you down onto the old wooden table, her hands trembling as she strips you out of your underwear with messy impatience. Her style is raw, incredibly wet, and full of heavy friction—she wants to feel everything all at once, scratching your shoulders and back with her short nails out of sheer, unpolished lust. Eun-ji is extremely foul-mouthed in bed, crying out filthy, desperate sentences into your neck, begging you to tell her that you belong only to her while her fingers stretch you open with zero restraint. When you drive inside her, she arches her back wildly, sobbing your name in a mix of pleasure and emotional overload. She will bite your jaw and collarbones hard enough to leave deep, wet teeth marks, wanting to look at the dark bruises the next day as a physical reminder that she isn't completely alone.
~Kim Cheol-soo as a Boyfriend~
The pathetic shadow of your mercy. [PERSONALITY]
Cheol-soo is a boyfriend whose love feels less like a partnership and more like a desperate cry for survival. He is an invisible, broken boy at school, and when you show him affection, you become his literal oxygen. He is terrifyingly possessive, but it comes from a place of sheer, pathetic weakness. He won't fight anyone for you because he is too terrified of confrontation; instead, he will quietly follow you around like a shadow, watching your interactions with others from afar with wide, anxious eyes. He views you as a higher being, a savior, and he is entirely willing to let you control every single aspect of his life just to keep you near him.
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The sobbing mess of self-deprecation. [ANGST]
Angst with Cheol-soo is a pathetic, emotionally draining experience because he completely lacks a backbone. When you two argue or if you get annoyed with his clinginess, he instantly assumes you are going to break up with him. He won't use the silent treatment; he will immediately drop to his knees, grab your legs, and break down into a messy, snotty, and hysterical sob right there. He will shake with anxiety, hyperventilating while throwing endless self-deprecating insults at himself, begging you to punish him, hit him, or use him however you want, as long as you don't walk out the door and leave him to be bullied alone again.
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Trembling shyness and secret rooftop cuddles. [FLUFF]
His soft side is completely defined by his submissive and anxious nature. Cheol-soo gets intensely flustered by even the smallest amounts of spontaneous affection; if you suddenly hold his hand in class, his entire face turns bright red, and his palms get immediately sweaty. His favorite place is hiding with you under the stairs or on the abandoned parts of the school roof, where nobody can find him. He loves resting his head on your knees, looking up at you with puppy-like devotion while you stroke his hair, letting out shaky, relieved breaths because your presence is the only thing that temporarily stops his chronic panic attacks.
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Carrying your trash. [RANDOM DAILY LIFE]
Your daily life with him revolves entirely around his submissive devotion to your comfort. Cheol-soo doesn't carry your heavy backpack to look cool; he carries it because he genuinely wants to serve you like a servant. He will wait for you outside your classroom after every single period, keeping his eyes glued to the floor until you appear. He doesn't do normal dates; instead, he feels safest doing your school chores for you or buying you drinks with his lunch money. He is so quietly obsessed that he will literally steal a loose button from your spare school uniform jacket just to keep it in his pocket, holding onto it like a lucky charm whenever you aren't around.
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Whining submission and tearful worship. [SMUT]
Behind the hidden tarp on the abandoned school rooftop, Cheol-soo’s sexual style is a complete, shivering display of pathetic submission. There is absolutely no aggression or power in him; he is entirely weak, relying on you to take full control of his fragile body. He will willingly lie flat on the dusty floor for you, his eyes already filling with fat, needy tears as you slowly strip him out of his underwear. His style is whiny, incredibly messy, and fueled by a desperate fear of displeasing you. Cheol-soo is a sobbing submissive in bed; he will choke on his own breath, whimpering dirty praises about how amazing you feel while you guide his trembling hands to open his own heat for you. He craves your weight, begging you to crush him against the concrete and use him however you want, completely turning into your private, broken toy. When you finally drive inside him, his voice cracks into loud, pathetic moans, his fingers feebly clawing at your shoulders not to stop, but to hold him tighter. He won't leave hickeys on you because he is too scared, but he will desperately beg you to bite his neck and leave deep, purple fingerprint bruises on his hips, sobbing with a ruined, dirty ecstasy when he looks at the marks of your complete ownership the next morning.
~Seo Hyo-ryung as a Girlfriend~
The vulnerable clingwrap of your life. [PERSONALITY]
Hyo-ryung is a girlfriend who loves with a soft, fragile, and utterly consuming attachment. At school, they are the quiet student who tries to blend into the background, but the second you look at her, her entire face lights up. Her possessiveness is soft but incredibly sticky—like a heavy blanket you can't throw off. She's terrified of other people taking you away because she thinks she is too boring for you. She won't fight or scream at rivals; instead, she will physically glue themselves to your side, wrapping her arms tightly around your arm and pouting with teary, anxious eyes until the other person awkwardly walks away.
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The silent tears of insecurity. [ANGST]
Angst with Hyo-ryung is a heart-wrenching, quiet experience filled with endless self-doubt. When you two have a minor disagreement or if you sound slightly tired of her, she won't snap or give you a harsh silent treatment; instead, her lower lip will tremble, and silent, heavy tears will immediately start rolling down their flushed cheeks. She will hide her face in her hands, curled up on the old school benches, muffling her soft sobs because she doesn't want to annoy you with her crying. She will whisper broken apologies over and over, completely convinced that her sensitive nature is ruining the relationship, requiring you to hold her tightly for hours to stop her shaking.
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Shared umbrella daydreams and hand-knit scarves. [FLUFF]
Her soft side is the sweetest, most innocent sanctuary you could ask for. Hyo-ryung gets intensely flustered by sudden skinship; if you unexpectedly press a warm kiss to her forehead or nose in the middle of class, she will squeak and pull her oversized school sweater completely over her red face. She loves rainy days because it means sharing a tiny umbrella with you, deliberately pressing her shoulder hard against yours to stay close. Her favorite moments are quiet afternoon daydreams, sitting on the steps behind the school while she softly comb through your hair, humming a gentle melody while resting her chin on your head.
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Lucky charms. [RANDOM DAILY LIFE]
Your daily life with her is filled with small, delicate tokens of her constant affection. Hyo-ryung makes it her personal mission to buy you cute matching phone charms or leave small, hand-drawn sticky notes inside your textbooks with little hearts on them. She won't do rule-breaking or sketchy activities; instead, she will nervously wait for you right at the edge of the crowded cafeteria line, pulling your sleeve to make sure you sit next to her and nobody else. She's so quietly attached that if she sees you shivering even a little bit, she will immediately take off her own soft cardigan and drape it over you, smiling happily when it smells like you.
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Behind the locked doors of the old school library archives, Hyo-ryung’s sensitive daytime persona dissolves into a quiet, incredibly intense, and overflowing sexual hunger. There is absolutely no aggression or rough force in her body; instead, her style is a shivering, breathless display of pure, raw zmysłowość where she entirely yields her body to you. She will slowly lie back onto the plush rug you spread out between the bookshelves, her face burning a deep crimson as you gently strip her out of her uniform tops. Hyo-ryung is an incredibly loud, leaky whimperer in bed; she cannot control her quiet moans, so she will desperately bite down on her own fingers or press her face into your chest to muffle the dirty noises she makes whenever your fingers stretch her open. Her style is agonizingly wet, dripping with a needy, unhurried friction that leaves both of your thighs completely soaked. She demands endless reassurance, sobbing out quiet, vulnerable praises into your mouth and begging you to tell her she’s doing a good job while she wraps her legs tightly around your waist. When you finally drive inside her, her back arches wildly, her whole body shaking as she rides out a massive, messy climax that leaves her hyperventilating. She won't leave violent marks on you, but she will softly beg you to suck her collarbones until they turn purple, needing to feel the aching sting of your wet hickeys underneath her school collar the next morning.
~Kim Ji-min as a Girlfriend~
The dramatic diva of your every second. [PERSONALITY]
Ji-min is a girlfriend who requires constant, undivided attention and absolute adoration to keep her insecure mind at peace. She is naturally self-centered and easily influenced by school gossip, which makes her fiercely protective and toxic when it comes to your relationship. Her possessiveness is loud and incredibly dramatic. She cannot tolerate seeing you being nice to anyone else, especially if she deems them more popular or attractive than her. If she catches someone trying to flirt with you, Ji-min will immediately push herself between you two, roll her eyes, and make a loud, sarcastic comment to humiliate the person, locking her arm around yours to show the whole school that you belong only to her.
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Hysterical hallway storms and spiteful texts. [ANGST]
Angst with Ji-min is a loud, exhausting storm driven by her massive fear of being left out and abandoned. When you two have a real argument, she won't stay quiet; she will scream, throw her school textbooks onto the floor, and use petty, bitter words just to get a reaction out of you. She will dramatically storm out of the classroom, but she won't actually leave the building—she will hide in the hallway corner, crying hysterically and waiting for you to come running after her. If you don't chase her, her ego completely shatters, and she will lock herself in the girls' restroom, drowning in bitter self-pity and sending you dozens of angry, desperate texts until you come and comfort her.
( ˶ ❛ ꁞ ❛ ˶ )( ˶ ❛ ꁞ ❛ ˶ )( ˶ ❛ ꁞ ❛ ˶ )( ˶ ❛ ꁞ ❛ ˶ )( ˶ ❛ ꁞ ❛ ˶ )( ˶ ❛ ꁞ ❛ ˶ )( ˶ ❛
Sassy pouts and stolen uniform ties. [FLUFF]
Her soft side is a spoiled but incredibly endearing secret that she only reveals when you are completely alone. Ji-min gets instantly flustered if you suddenly shut her up in the middle of a rant by pulling her into a deep, unexpected kiss; her sassy attitude will instantly melt, and her cheeks will turn a bright, burning red. She loves stealing your school uniform tie or jacket, wearing them around the school hallways just to show off that she has you wrapped around her finger. Her favorite moments are sitting on your lap in the empty school theater, complaining about her classmates while playing with your fingers and demanding that you tell her she’s the prettiest person in your world.
( ˶ ❛ ꁞ ❛ ˶ )( ˶ ❛ ꁞ ❛ ˶ )( ˶ ❛ ꁞ ❛ ˶ )( ˶ ❛ ꁞ ❛ ˶ )( ˶ ❛ ꁞ ❛ ˶ )( ˶ ❛ ꁞ ❛ ˶ )( ˶ ❛
Gossip debates and vending machine extortion. [RANDOM DAILY LIFE]
Your daily life with her is loud, fast-paced, and centered around her constant demands. Ji-min makes it her personal mission to know every piece of school gossip regarding you, constantly checking your social media accounts and interrogating you about who liked your photos. She doesn't do quiet domestic walks; instead, she demands that you walk with her through the most crowded hallways during breaks, forcing you to buy her favorite strawberry milks from the vending machine using your lunch money. She loves making a scene just to see if you will defend her, smirking proudly when you take her side in front of the teachers.
( ˶ ❛ ꁞ ❛ ˶ )( ˶ ❛ ꁞ ❛ ˶ )( ˶ ❛ ꁞ ❛ ˶ )( ˶ ❛ ꁞ ❛ ˶ )( ˶ ❛ ꁞ ❛ ˶ )( ˶ ❛ ꁞ ❛ ˶ )( ˶ ❛
Music room degradation. [SMUT]
Behind the heavy wood doors of the empty school music room, hidden right behind the massive grand piano, Ji-min’s spoiled diva attitude mutates into a dirty, incredibly vocal sexual hunger. There is no physical violence or rough muscle force in her; instead, her style is filled with a bratty, teasing dominance where she loves to push your limits. She will force you to sit on the piano bench, leaning over you with a smug, heavy look as she slowly strips out of her unbuttoned uniform shirts, making you watch every movement. Ji-min is an incredibly loud, uninhibited screamer in bed; she loves the risk of getting caught, deliberately making filthy, desperate whimpers that echo against the instruments whenever your fingers stretch your shared heat open. Her style is intensely messy and high-friction; she will aggressively dig her manicured nails into your back and shoulders, leaving red scratches while demanding that you look at her flushed face. She is extremely foul-mouthed, moaning spoiled, degrading commands into your mouth, telling you to drive deeper and harder until her back arches wildly against the piano keys, letting out a ruined, dirty climax that leaves her completely spent and soaking wet. She will bite your collarbones with bratty desperation, making sure to leave wet, purple hickeys right where everyone in the choir class can see them the next day.
~Yoo Jun-seong as a Boyfriend~
The insecure loudmouth with a needy grip. [PERSONALITY]
Jun-seong is a boyfriend who masks his intense emotional dependence behind constant bickering and dramatic sighing. He runs his mouth at school, acting like he’s unbothered, but the second you look away, his eyes fill with immediate anxiety. His possessiveness is needy and loud; he is terrified that you will find someone sharper or more confident than him. If he notices another guy standing too close to you, he won't start a fistfight, but he will loudly call your name from across the room, rushing over to physically drape his entire heavy upper body over you, whining about how "bored" he is just to break up the conversation and force your attention back onto him.
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Hyperventilating panic and bitter self-doubt. [ANGST]
Angst with Jun-seong is a loud, chaotic storm where his internal insecurities completely paralyze him. When you two have a serious fight, his voice cracks with frustration and he throws his hands in the air, completely unable to control his racing emotions. Instead of ignoring your texts, he will spam your phone with desperate, messy paragraphs, only to lock himself inside the school’s broken equipment shed out of pure panic and shame. When you finally confront him, he won't be stone-faced—he will be a trembling mess, hyperventilating with wide eyes, gripping his own hair as he rants about how he’s the worst boyfriend in the school, begging you to tell him you still want him despite his pathetic flaws.
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Sleepy bleacher cuddles. [FLUFF]
His soft side is an absolute treat that he only shows when the school courtyard is completely empty. Jun-seong gets intensely flustered by sudden, quiet skinship; if you unexpectedly slide your hand under his athletic shirt to touch his warm lower back, his loud mouth will instantly shut up, and his ears will turn a violent shade of crimson. He loves using his breaks to pull you down onto the dusty stadium bleachers, forcing you to sit between his legs while he locks his arms tightly around your stomach. He will lazily bury his face in the crook of your neck, blowing warm air against your skin and letting out deeply content, shaky sighs while you play with his messy hair.
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Stealing your lunch money. [RANDOM DAILY LIFE]
Your daily life with him is loud, unpolished, and full of his playful extortion. Jun-seong makes it his personal mission to loudly complain that he’s starving, begging for your lunch snacks and literally eating right out of your container while flashing a smug grin. He doesn't do quiet domestic walks; instead, he prefers intercepting you right outside your classroom door after every single period, loudly demanding that you watch him do his archery drills after school. He loves marking his territory by casually making you hold his heavy bow case or throwing his sweaty gym jacket over your head in front of his sports teammates, smirking when you look annoyed.
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Behind the locked doors of the hot, steam-filled school laundry room, hidden behind the massive piles of clean sports towels, Jun-seong’s whiny attitude mutates into a dirty, incredibly breathless sexual desperation. There is no physical violence or cruel force in his body; instead, his style is a raw, sweaty display of high-intensity friction where he desperately wants to prove to you how much of a man he can be. He will push you back onto a metal table, his large hands trembling with unfiltered lust as he strips you out of your underwear with messy impatience. Jun-seong is an incredibly vocal, heavy breather in bed; he loves the suffocating heat of the room, groaning filthy, desperate praises directly into your mouth as he uses his fingers to slick you open and prepare your body for his weight. His style is messy and unpolished—he will drive into you with deep, punishingly heavy thrusts that make the metal table rattle loudly against the tiled floor. He is extremely foul-mouthed when he is close to the edge, panting out dirty commands into your neck, begging you to tell him that he is the only one who can make you moan like this. When he finally reaches his climax, he digs his large fingers hard into your hips, leaving deep, wet bite marks and fingerprint bruises all over your collarbones so you bear the physical stamp of his desperate ownership back in the hallways.
~Jung Min-jae as a Boyfriend~
The cool-headed marksman of your every move. [PERSONALITY]
Min-jae is the type of boyfriend who radiates a calm, calculated aura, but his focus on you is completely unwavering and intense. He doesn't get rattled easily by school drama, but his possessiveness is deep and unyielding. He views you as his ultimate anchor, and he handles his territory with absolute confidence. Min-jae cannot stand when other guys try to show off around you; he won’t start a loud shouting match, but his gaze will turn sharp as an arrowhead, and he will calmly walk over, interlock his strong fingers with yours, and stare the threat down until they apologize and leave.
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The silent internal storm. [ANGST]
Angst with Min-jae is a suffocatingly quiet but heavy experience driven by his internal sports pressure and hidden pride. When you two have a real fight, he doesn't yell or throw tantrums; instead, his voice drops to a cold, dangerously calm whisper that cuts deep. He will completely bury himself in hours of solitary archery practice until his muscles ache and his fingers are raw, refusing to speak to anyone. If he feels like he’s losing his grip on the relationship, his stoic facade will crack behind the sports equipment building—his hands will shake with frustration as he corners you, his eyes dark with unshed tears as he demands you look him in the eye and tell him you still belong to him.
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Stolen sports liniment. [FLUFF]
Underneath his rigid, athletic exterior, his soft side is a highly privileged reward reserved only for you. Min-jae gets intensely flustered by sudden, public displays of affection; if you unexpectedly kiss his jawline while he’s packing his bow case, his composed expression will falter, and a dark blush will creep up his neck. He loves the quiet moments after a long day of practice, pulling you onto the empty bleachers and resting his heavy head against your shoulder. He will tightly wrap his arms around your waist, letting out a long, relaxed sigh as he breathes in your scent to completely erase his stress.
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Team Jacket Claims. [RANDOM DAILY LIFE]
Your daily life with him is structured, protective, and full of subtle markers of his ownership. Min-jae makes it his personal mission to look over your class notes, calmly helping you study while fixing your posture with a firm touch. He doesn't do chaotic, rule-breaking dates; instead, he prefers waiting for you right outside your classroom door with your favorite iced drink ready. He loves forcing you to wear his heavy, green athletic team jacket around the school courtyard, smirking with quiet pride because the massive size visually brands you as the marksman's partner in front of the entire student body.
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Behind the locked door of the empty school photography darkroom, bathed only in the dim, red glowing light, Min-jae’s cool composure mutates into a dirty, hyper-focused sexual dominance. There is no blind aggression or chaotic force in his movements; instead, his style is a display of absolute, calculated control where he uses his strong, archery-trained fingers to completely dominate your body. He will push you back onto the chemical table, his calloused hands parting your thighs with unyielding confidence as he strips you bare under the red light. Min-jae is an intensely heavy, dirty whisperer in bed; he loves the suffocating, private atmosphere, groaning the filthiest commands right into your mouth while his fingers slick you open with zero patience. His style is deep, slow, and punishingly rhythmic—he drives into you with heavy, unrelenting thrusts that make the chemical trays rattle loudly against the wood. He is extremely foul-mouthed when he is close to the edge, panting out dirty praises into your ear and demanding that you keep your eyes wide open to watch him ruin your composure. When he finally reaches his climax, his grip tightens around your hips like an iron vice, deliberately biting your collarbones hard enough to leave dark, purple teeth marks that you will have to hide under your school uniform for days.
~Han Gyeong-su as a Boyfriend~
The loudmouth ride-or-die with a heart of gold. [PERSONALITY]
Gyeong-su is the type of boyfriend who is entirely transparent with his emotions—if he loves you, the whole damn school is going to hear about it. He is naturally energetic, a bit rowdy, and intensely loyal. His possessiveness isn't quiet or calculated; it’s loud, messy, and very reactive. Because of his lower financial background, he has a lot of hidden insecurities about not being able to give you the world. If he catches another guy trying to act smooth or rich around you, Gyeong-su will immediately jump into the conversation, throwing sarcastic remarks, making a scene, and putting his arm tightly around your neck to physically pull you away from them.
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The prideful breakdown of the broken boy. [ANGST]
Angst with Gyeong-su is a loud but deeply heartbreaking explosion of swallowed pride. When you two get into a heavy fight or if he thinks you are ashamed of him, he doesn't do silent treatments—he yells, gesticulates wildly, and lets his voice crack with raw emotion. He will storm out and completely disappear from his usual hangout spots, hiding behind the old school bike racks to punch the concrete walls until his knuckles bleed. When you finally find him, his tough facade completely disintegrates; he will bury his face in your stomach, sobbing loudly while gripping your clothes, begging you to tell him that he is enough for you despite having nothing to his name.
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Shared delivery meals and sudden hallway lifting. [FLUFF]
His soft side is completely chaotic, sweaty, and incredibly sweet. Gyeong-su gets flustered in the most dramatic ways; if you unexpectedly kiss his cheek in front of Cheong-san and the guys, he will loudly stutter, trip over his own feet, and try to laugh it off while his entire face and neck turn a violent shade of pink. He loves sharing cheap convenience store snacks with you, making sure you get the bigger half. His favorite thing is randomly picking you up by the waist in the middle of the empty hallway, spinning you around while laughing loudly, completely unbothered by anyone watching.
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Sneaking cafeteria leftovers. [RANDOM DAILY LIFE]
Your daily life with him is loud, fast-paced, and filled with his unrefined devotion. Gyeong-su makes it his personal mission to make you laugh during the most boring lectures, throwing paper cranes at your desk with silly notes written inside. He doesn't do expensive or formal dates; instead, he will drag you to sit on the back of his rusty bicycle behind the school gym, sharing a single pair of earphones. He loves marking his territory by aggressively ruffling your hair in public or loudly announcing to the teachers that you are helping him study, just to have an excuse to sit right next to you for hours.
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Cafeteria Kitchen Desperation. [SMUT]
Behind the locked doors of the empty school cafeteria kitchen, hidden right between the massive stainless-steel prep tables, Gyeong-su’s loud persona mutates into a dirty, completely uninhibited sexual hunger. There is no cold dominance or physical violence in his touch; instead, his style is a raw, sweaty, and high-intensity display of pure, chaotic friction where he is simply too horny to slow down. He will aggressively hoist you up onto the cold metal counter, his rough, calloused hands shaking with unfiltered lust as he rips your underwear away with messy, breathless impatience. Gyeong-su is an incredibly vocal, loud heavy breather in bed; he loves the risky, hot atmosphere of the kitchen, groaning the filthiest, most unpolished praises right into your mouth while his fingers slick you open with zero restraint. His style is deep, fast, and punishingly wet—he drives into you with heavy, unrelenting thrusts that make the metal tables rattle loudly against the tiled floor. He is extremely foul-mouthed when he is close to the edge, panting out dirty commands, calling you his private baby, and begging you to wrap your legs tighter around his waist so he can go deeper. When he finally reaches his climax, his whole body shivers as he lets out a loud, ruined moan against your neck, biting your skin with desperate hunger and leaving messy, purple teeth marks all over your collarbones so you bear the physical stamp of his ownership.
