Headcanon

Problems at work

A shy girl

You are angry with them

Apologies

Love in Small Things

Love is stronger than pain

Deep feelings

Jealousy

Influential Girl

Dangerous Woman

Emotional Dependency

First kiss

Intimate Headcanons

Lee Kang-soo

Only You and Me | Lee Kang-soo

The headcanons were so good and I low-key had my toes wiggling and giggling ajhsjabs

I'm in a Prince Wook fever lately (courtesy to watching Moon Lovers again) and 😩😩😩😩😩

I had thought you wouldn't write it because it has been so long since you updated but- I love you 👁️🫶🏻👁️

Have a great day,

Love you,

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​Hiii!!!

I'm always here, it's just that work has been exhausting me lately, and I barely have any time left for writing anymore 😭

That said, I really enjoy reading fanfics by other authors, even if there aren't that many of them out there.

I hope everything is going well with your studies and your college applications!

I do have a few requests lined up, so I'm currently working on those 😊

Wang Wook is such an amazing character, even though a lot of people don't seem to like him.

1) how rough could they be/get in bed?

2) do they have any kinks/body part preferences?

3) are they on the bold or shy side?

4) their reaction if the reader makes an euphemism or like- compares them to an animal (tiger, lion, horse etc. idk 😭😭😭 but I've heard it many times and low-key like it) as a joke/tease

Lol these are some 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 you're free to try whichever one you like, and none if ya don't want to 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Have a great day,

Much love,

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Summary: How the characters acts and what they prefer during intimate moments with the reader. Warning: sexual themes and intimacy. I don't speak English, so I'm using a translator. Please forgive any mistakes! 🥺 Characters: Lee Kang Soo, Kang Dae Ho, Noh Woo Sung, Kim Yo Han, Wang Wook.

Lee Kang-soo

How rough / passionate are they?

Kang-soo is simultaneously rough and passionate. He won't cross the line into being too rough if it’s not to your liking; he constantly checks to ensure you are enjoying yourself, and the moment he senses your responsiveness, he easily grows bolder. During moments of intimacy, only you exist to him, everything else fades into the background.

Kang-soo loves to dominate: pinning you against the wall or to the bed, pinning your wrists above your head, and demanding that you look him in the eye. Yet, there will always be a question lingering in his gaze: "Do you like this? Or should I stop?"

Any kinks or body part preferences?

He loves every single part of you. Kang-soo won't leave an inch of your body unkissed. He also craves eye contact and loves it when you don't look away. He thrives on reading your reactions, making sure you are right there with him and not lost in your own thoughts. He absolutely adores it when you touch him, grab at his clothes, or cling to him. In those moments, he perceives it as a deep yearning for him proof that you need him right here, right now.

Occasionally, he might ask you to scratch his back with your nails, wanting to display a physical mark that shows everyone he belongs to you.

Are they bold or shy?

Bold to the point of audacity. He won't blush; he takes action. However, when it comes to your comfort, he will intently monitor your every breath. Kang-soo might deliberately prolong the moment, not out of timidity, but from a desire to control the situation and heighten the sensations.

How do they react to hints / teasing nicknames?

If you call him a "snitch" during intimacy, it will instantly turn him on. Kang-soo will start moving even more intensely, determined to make you forget that nickname and keep your mind completely off his work.

Kang Dae-ho

How rough / passionate are they?

Dae-ho is shy and sweet in bed. He'd be nervous at first, constantly double-checking with you "Can I? Is this okay? Are you sure you're comfortable?" He's not the type to be rough or aggressive; his passion is all about devotion. He'd try his absolute hardest to make you feel good, even if he's blushing and flustered the whole time.

However, if you take the initiative into your own hands, he becomes far more open and gets swept up in the moment. Once he feels secure, he grows bolder and will gradually start trying new things on his own.

Any kinks or body part preferences?

Given the psychological scars from his childhood, support, praise, acceptance, and affectionate words reassuring him that you like him are vital to him.

As for your body, your face would be what he cherishes most. Being able to read your emotions, to catch your laughter and every soft sigh, that's what calms his anxiety and silences the nagging worry that he might be messing up.

He also loves your hands and adores holding hands during intimacy; it helps ground him and makes him feel wanted. Furthermore, he loves it when you run your fingers through his hair, as it gives him a much-needed boost of confidence.

Are they bold or shy?

Timid, but possessing an immense desire to open up. At first, he is terrified of crossing boundaries and constantly double-checks to make sure he hasn't gone too far. But when he sees that you are comfortable and taking the lead, he begins to unwind and act with more confidence.

How do they react to hints / teasing nicknames?

He absolutely loves it when you call him your "little tiger." In that exact moment, all his fears instantly evaporate, and his movements become far more intense and passionate.

Wang Wook

How rough / passionate are they?

Wang Wook is deeply passionate, especially when the darker side of his personality takes over. He won't be inherently rough during intimacy, but he can be incredibly persistent, particularly if he is jealous or plagued by the fear of losing you. There is a beast living inside him that breaks free whenever he loses control over himself and the situation.

Any kinks or body part preferences?

He loves it when you wear silk. He thoroughly enjoys the slow process of undressing you. He is also captivated by your eyes and lips; he might halt right at the height of passion just to gaze into your eyes and kiss you.

Are they bold or shy?

Wan-uk is bold. He's not shy, he knows exactly what he wants. But he constantly holds himself back, afraid that his desires might ruin your relationship, just like they've already ruined part of his life (but let’s choose to think of Wang Wook as the same charming prince he was at the very beginning).

How do they react to hints / teasing nicknames?

If you compare him to a lion or another predator, he will take it seriously. He might let out a quiet chuckle, but his gaze gives away the thought that you see something more in him than just a handsome prince.

Noh Woo-sung

How rough / passionate are they?

Noh Woo-sung is the classic type to bottle things up for a long time, only to eventually snap into an incredibly emotional intimacy. In everyday life, he is crushed by work troubles, anxiety, and pressure from his neighbors. Because of this, once he is alone with you, he can suddenly become far more passionate than he himself anticipated.

Any kinks or body part preferences?

His world is fractured by noise and a total lack of personal space, so quiet physical intimacy is profoundly important to him, moments where the only sound is your shared breathing, knowing you are close, and that there is finally silence beyond the walls.

He would be particularly drawn to your back and shoulders. Holding you this way gives him the sense that he can shelter and protect you, offering you the very feeling of safety that he himself never had.

Are they bold or shy?

He tends to be timid when it comes to initiating, but he grows bold the moment he feels truly wanted. He might be awkward at first, constantly scanning your face for reactions. However, if you show him that you want him, he will relax and become much more genuine and vulnerable.

How do they react to hints / teasing nicknames?

He's rather shy when it comes to taking the initiative, but he grows bolder once he feels wanted. At first, he might be awkward and constantly watch for your reaction. But if you show him that you want him too, he'll relax and become much more sincere.

Reaction to Hints and Comparisons.

If you pay him a compliment, Woo-sung will get completely flustered. He will look so bewildered that it will bring a smile to your face. But once you reassure him that it really is a compliment, he will find his footing and become bolder.

Kim Yo-han

How rough / passionate are they?

Yo-han is the ultimate controlling type, which is precisely why he can be incredibly intense during intimacy. He isn't someone who easily loses his head. He will only be rough to the exact degree that you clearly want him to be. His style is dominant, he leads the process while meticulously tracking your sensations. He knows exactly when to be rough and when to be gentle.

Any kinks or body part preferences?

Having survived prison, trust and enthusiastic consent are paramount to him. He loves the moments when you consciously surrender the initiative to him.

He would be especially fond of your eyes and lips, anything tied to your reactions, your voice, and your emotions, as he reads people like an open map.

Are they bold or shy?

Bold to the point of audacity. Yo-han will not hesitate, yet he will always prioritize you and your comfort.

How do they react to hints / teasing nicknames

If you call him a predator, a wolf, for instance, he will treat it as a game without losing his cool composure. He will use your teasing as an excuse to subtly quicken the pace and draw you even closer physically.

could you do one where reader assumes that kangsoo is cheating but he submits himself to her saying that she owns him 😫 kangsoo is a softie at heart and is sooo needy behind closed doors. it can be nsfw or not hdhddhjssj thank you sooo muchhhh 💗

Sorry for the long wait! 🥺😭

​This was a brand new experience for me, having to describe such explicit scenes. I honestly don't know how well it turned out 😄

​I figure Kang Soo wouldn't have missed the chance to prove to the reader just how crazy he is about her.

Pairing: Lee Kang-soo x fem!reader Summary: You believe Kang-soo has been unfaithful, but he won't rest until he's shown you, that you're the only one he'll ever want. Warnings: MDNI, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, jealousy, oral (f receiving). Since English is not my native language, please let me know if there are any mistakes. Word count: 1.5k

The door to your shared apartment closes with a soft click. In the hallway, Kang-soo casually tosses his jacket over the back of a chair. His face, usually so cocky and slightly mischievous, now shows a hint of fatigue. He feels the tension in the air that you brought back with you from the club.

He takes a few steps toward you, closing the distance. His attentive gaze sweeps over your face, noticing how you avoid his eyes and how tightly your lips are pressed together. Kang-soo comes up close and gently touches your cheek with his hand, making you look at him.

"You've been silent since we left the club. Even Chang-rak asked if you were okay. It's because of that photo, isn't it? The one where Soo-jin just hugged me?"

You really were upset about the joint photo where your mutual friend Soo-jin was pressed a little too close to Kang-soo. She gently embraced your man and looked at him with lovesick eyes (although in reality, it wasn't like that at all). At least, that's how it seemed to you.

"Kang-soo, just leave me alone…" you tried to turn away and step back from him.

Kang-soo gently grabs your wrist, not letting you leave. He takes another step, pressing you against him with his whole body, leaving no room for escape. His other hand lands on your waist, pulling you even closer until your bodies are flush against each other.

"Don't you dare turn away. I won't let you run, especially not now."

He buries his nose in the curve of your neck, inhaling deeply your scent, as if it's the only air that helps him breathe. His grip on your waist becomes a little tighter. Kang-soo feels you trying to break free, and it only fuels the fire inside him.

"You're angry," he says right into your ear, making a shiver run down your spine. "You think I belong to someone else and that I flirt with other girls behind your back?"

Kang-soo pulls back slightly to catch your gaze again. He takes your hands, holding them against his chest so you can feel how wildly his heart beats only for you.

"I can't know what's going on in your head."

You were clearly unhappy with Kang-soo's excuses and tried to push him away, but he held you firmly.

"All I did the whole time was look for your gaze in the crowd. You left abruptly, without even saying a word."

"Was I supposed to throw a tantrum in front of everyone while you're hugging Soo-jin right in front of your girlfriend?" you sobbed, trying to hold back tears.

Kang-soo is silent; he feels that this situation with the photo has deeply hurt you. His thumb slowly traces your lower lip, and his gaze holds a silent question, full of burning passion.

Soo-jin was actually dating Chang-rak, but you didn't know that yet.

"Just leave me alone…" you tried to break free again.

All you wanted was to lock yourself in your room and cry. You thought your beloved man was cheating on you, and you couldn't admit that it was all just your imagination. You loved Kang-soo so much that you were afraid of losing him, because your ex-boyfriend had left you for another woman.

You lowered your head to avoid looking into his eyes.

"Now look at me and admit it, or I'll have to show you just how much I need you to learn this lesson," he gently cupped your face in his hands, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"What lesson, Kang-soo? What are you talking about?"

Your resistance and attempt to push him away was a challenge for Kang-soo. He doesn't allow you to break contact; instead, he scoops you up in his arms and carries you to the bedroom.

Kang-soo gently lays you down on the bed and hovers over you.

Now you're completely in his power.

"Do you think you can just push me away and shut me out?" Kang-soo said, pressing his whole body against you so you could feel how much he wants you. "Do you think Soo-jin means anything to me? She doesn't even look my way, she has her own thing going on with Chang-rak. They were hugging in the corner all evening, and you didn't even bother to look around because you were too busy imagining betrayal."

"What?" your voice almost cracked into a scream from the shock.

He leans in sharply, his lips barely brushing yours, teasing and burning with hot breath. This drove you crazy every time. Kang-soo knew perfectly well how this turned you on and never missed an opportunity to prove that he loves you.

"She's dating Chang-rak. He only recently asked her to be his girlfriend, but still."

His free hand moves agonizingly slowly from your thigh upward, stopping at your waist and squeezing it hard enough to leave a mark.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me this earlier?"

"I thought Soo-jin told you herself. You're friends, after all."

"That's the thing, I'm apparently the only one who didn't know anything. Did she tell you herself?" you started fueling the fire again without realizing it, turning Kang-soo on even more.

"I don't keep track of who's dating whom. Chang-rak never shuts up, so he let it slip a couple days ago over drinks. Tonight he couldn't take his eyes off her and kept bragging to us about how they spent yesterday together. If you'd looked at them for even a second instead of boring holes into me with your stare, you would have heard it yourself."

"Oh God, how embarrassing…" you covered your face with your hands in awkwardness.

Kang-soo gently moves your hands away and kisses you, putting into that kiss all the emotions he'd been holding in all evening.

"Do you want me to prove right now that all my thoughts are only of you?" he said, pulling back from the kiss. "That's my lesson."

Unable to find the strength to answer, you just nodded. Kang-soo's hands grip your thighs tighter, his fingers digging into the fabric, leaving marks on your skin. He begins to slowly remove your clothes.

"I'll prove it to you all night long, until you forget that anyone else exists in the world besides the two of us."

Kang-soo knew how to arouse you with just his words, and you loved it.

Tossing your clothes and underwear aside, he gently kisses your stomach, just above your navel, lingering there as if marking his territory, and then his hands confidently and possessively slide further, stroking, caressing, preparing you for what's to come.

He moves lower, pressing his hot face against your skin, and his lips slide along your thigh, drawing a deep sigh from you.

His fingers found your most sensitive spot.

You shudder, and your body arches toward his movements. His finger confidently and commandingly finds a rhythm. Kang-soo feels you becoming wet and starting to lose control, and it makes him move even closer, pressing his cheek against your thigh.

Kang-soo's tongue finds you, and he hears your sob, feeling you arch in his arms.

"Yes… Kang-soo… don't stop…" you sob, slightly tugging at his hair.

"I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. You make me crave you to the point of pain."

He transitions to more active, teasing movements, exploring every one of your reactions. His hands grip your thighs firmly, not letting you escape, pressing you against him so you can feel his hunger. His hands secure your legs, spreading them wider so you're completely open and know you have no chance of hiding from this pleasure.

He feels you tensing up, ready for release, and pushes you toward orgasm.

When the wave of orgasm pierces through you, your back arches and your body is wracked with a trembling shudder.

Kang-soo continues to caress you even as the wave of orgasm begins to slowly recede, not giving you a chance to come back to yourself too quickly.

Finally, he slowly moves up along your body. Propping himself on his elbows, Kang-soo hovers over you. He runs his thumb across your lower lip.

"Did you see yourself just now?" Kang-soo whispers. "You were beautiful. Now do you understand that no one in this world knows you the way I do?"

You nod.

"I'm sorry I doubted your feelings for me…"

"It's okay, baby. I'm always ready to prove my loyalty to you."

"I want you."

Kang-soo lifts himself up, getting rid of the rest of his clothes.

"You want me?" he said, settling between your thighs. "You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that."

He pulls off his boxers. You reached your hand toward his erect cock and began to stroke it slowly. Overwhelmed by the sensations, Kang-soo closed his eyes and threw his head back.

Then he slowly enters you, controlling every millimeter, savoring the way you arch and how your fingers dig into his shoulders again.

He makes his first deep thrust, filling you completely, pressing his whole body against yours. Kang-soo waits for you to adjust to his size, then begins to move more confidently, setting a rhythm that makes you tremble.

He leans down to you, not stopping his movements, and his lips find yours in a hot kiss.

You wrap your legs around Kang-soo, pulling him even closer, which makes him move faster, approaching his own release.

He feels your nails digging into his shoulders, leaving red streaks, and he thrusts into you to the hilt, each time bringing immense pleasure. It makes him lose control.

Kang-soo speeds up, not giving you even a second to collect yourself, feeling you start to clench around him again, feeling your body preparing for the finale. He thrusts deeper.

"Yes… just like that, y/n," he whispers in your ear.

You moan loudly as the orgasm rips through you again.

Kang-soo thrusts into you one last time, and a hot wave of release surges through him, filling you.

You're both breathing heavily, unable to come back to yourselves.

"I'm sorry, Kang-soo, I shouldn't have…"

You don't get to finish before he interrupts you.

"Don't apologize. Just know that I'm crazy about you."

"I'm crazy about you too, Kang-soo."

can you write the characters reacting to the first kiss with y/n 🥺

Take ur time💞

First Kiss

Warning: I don't speak English, so I'm using a translator. Please forgive any mistakes! 🥺 Summary: The characters' reaction to the first kiss Characters: Lee Kang Soo, Kang Dae Ho, Noh Woo Sung, Kim Yo Han, Wang Wook

Lee Kang Soo

The night was cool. Even at this hour, the city seemed deafeningly loud. You stood by the window, gazing at the neon lights.

Kang Soo approached from behind, almost silently. You hadn't heard his footsteps, but you saw his reflection in the large panoramic window.

"Baby, why aren't you sleeping?"

"The city is especially beautiful at night."

For a few seconds, you both fell silent.

"Insomnia again?"

"Yes…" you let out a heavy sigh.

You averted your gaze, and Kang Soo noticed it immediately. Sensing you were holding something back, he stepped closer, standing almost flush against you.

"Hey," he called out softly. "Look at me, please. Babe, what's wrong?"

You lifted your gaze. He was standing too close; you could practically feel the warmth radiating from his body, and it was driving you crazy. Lately, you'd been worrying yourself sick over his dangerous work — Kang Soo was obsessed with finding Prosecutor Koo. But despite his constant absence, he always made time for you. Grateful as you were to him, a nagging dread kept gnawing at you. Especially at night, when you had nightmares of Kang Soo being killed, and you'd wake up in a cold sweat.

"I'm really worried about you," the words tumbled from your lips. "I'm ready to be by your side on missions, to help you catch that bastard Koo!"

"I'm not very good at saying the right things," he said. "But with you, for the first time, I don't feel like pretending. I'm sorry I'm rarely home. But I can't let you take that risk. It's too dangerous. My duty is to protect you at all costs."

"But at least this way I'd get to see you."

Kang Soo didn't answer. Instead, he simply placed his palm on your shoulder, then slowly slid it up along your neck, brushing against your cheek.

You raised your hand and grabbed the collar of his expensive jacket, lightly squeezing the fabric between your fingers. That was all it took. Kang Soo froze for a moment, as if testing whether you were reciprocating.

And then he kissed you — not sharply, not hungrily, but carefully. In that kiss, there was everything at once: a craving for human warmth, the fear of loss, and surprise at his own boldness.

This was your first kiss. You had dreamed of it for so long, but could never seem to find the right moment.

When he reluctantly pulled back, only a couple of centimeters remained between your lips.

"I'll only take you on the safest missions," he promised quietly.

And this time, there was no trace of his usual steely threat in his voice, only an admission.

"Okay, Kang Soo."

Kang Dae Ho

You and Dae Ho were watching a movie together. You stepped away for a few minutes to get drinks and snacks.

When you returned, you noticed Dae Ho sitting tensely, as if waging a heavy internal battle.

"Dae Ho, what's wrong with you? You look like you're trying to run away from your own thoughts."

He grew flustered, averted his gaze, and let out an awkward chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

"It's nothing, y/n," Dae Ho exhaled loudly and looked back at you. But there was too much uncertainty in his eyes to hide his true feelings.

"Are you sure?" You sat down on the sofa next to him, placing the plate of snacks on the coffee table.

Dae Ho hesitated again, nervously rubbing his palms together.

"There's something… I've been dreaming about for a long time."

He leaned toward you slowly, very slowly, as if giving you one last chance to pull away or turn it into a joke. But you stayed put. His first kiss was timid, almost trembling, but so sincere it made your heart ache. It carried the relief of a man who had been too afraid for too long of being unwanted and unloved.

When he pulled back, his ears were predictably red.

"I don't know… was that okay?" he mumbled, hiding an embarrassed smile.

You let out a quiet laugh, feeling warmth spread inside you.

"It was perfect, Dae Ho."

And he finally smiled — openly and happily, as if he had just won the greatest prize of his life.

Wang Wook

The evening in the palace was too quiet. That's why your footsteps sounded especially distinct as you entered the garden. Wang Wook stood under a sprawling tree; he held a folded letter in his hands but wasn't reading it. Lifting his gaze and seeing you, he froze. It was clear he had been waiting for you.

"You're here alone again," he said quietly.

"I was looking for you, Wook."

He smiled faintly, but the familiar tension of court intrigues flickered in his eyes.

"It's not safe here."

"For whom?"

"For both of us."

You slowly moved closer.

"Why?"

Wang Wook didn't answer. He just looked at you as if he had been painfully restraining himself for far too long.

"We might be seen. You know that next to you, I lose all caution," he finally admitted.

You raised your hand and touched his cheek with your fingertips. Wook closed his eyes, as if that simple touch were the ultimate bliss for him.

"You always look at me as if you want to uncover everything I'm hiding."

"What are you talking about, Wang Wook? Are you hiding something from me?"

He didn't respond with words. Instead, he caught your palm and pressed it firmly against his chest, right where his heart was pounding wildly.

"This," he breathed out almost soundlessly. "And, perhaps, the fact that I love you more than ever."

You didn't have time to say anything. He leaned in and kissed you — slowly, restrainedly, with a kind of reverent awe, as if touching a fragile flower.

When he pulled away, his gaze remained fixed on your lips.

"I love you, y/n," he repeated quietly, and this time there was no former ambiguity in his voice.

Noh Woo Sung

He stood in the kitchen late at night with a tired face and a cup of long-cold tea in his hand. Outside, Seoul hummed dully, and inside the apartment, a rare, almost tangible silence hung in the air, one you didn't want to break.

You walked in without a word. He turned and let out a relieved breath, as if only now realizing how much he had needed your presence.

"You're not sleeping?" he asked.

"No. And why are you wandering around?"

"I can't sleep peacefully when the neighbors start their endless drama again…"

You smiled but said nothing. Coming closer, you could clearly see how deeply he was mired in fatigue — not just physical, but mental.

"You need to stop carrying everything on your own," you said quietly, touching his shoulder.

He gave a bitter chuckle, looking into his cup.

"That sounds so simple when you say it."

"Because it really is simple."

He gave you a long, searching look. Then he set the cup down on the table and tiredly ran his palm over his face.

"You know," he said softly, "sometimes I think you see too clearly what state I'm in."

"I do. And it hurts me to see you suffering."

He didn't argue. He simply took a step forward, closing the distance between you to a minimum.

"And what do you suggest?" he asked, lowering his voice.

You raised your hand and gently straightened the collar of his crumpled shirt, deliberately lingering your fingers a second longer than necessary.

"Nothing complicated."

He tilted his head slightly, and a faint spark of genuine interest flickered in his eyes.

"That sounds suspicious."

"Just trust me."

The corner of his mouth twitched into a barely noticeable smile. He leaned in slowly, like a man desperately tired of being strong and unflappable for the rest of the world. You didn't step back. His first kiss was warm, unhurried, without a trace of selfishness, as if he demanded nothing but your presence.

The soft relief of it made your throat tighten for a second.

When he reluctantly pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours.

"Without you, I would have gone crazy long ago."

"I'm glad we have each other."

He closed his eyes and held you even tighter, burying his face in your hair.

Kim Yo Han

His office was bathed in the soft glow of a lamp. On his desk, folders lay in perfect stacks, as if he were desperately trying to maintain order in at least this one chaos. You quietly closed the door behind you and walked closer.

"You're late," he noted, not looking up from his documents.

"I got held up at work. Same as you."

He finally leaned back in his chair and looked at you with that absolute, impenetrable calm that always threw you off balance. It was impossible to argue with Yo Han: he never raised his voice, never fussed, never rushed. He knew how to wait.

"What happened?" he asked.

You didn't answer right away. Approaching the desk, you planted your palms on its edge and looked him straight in the eyes.

"Nothing," you said quietly but firmly. "I'm just tired of pretending I don't care."

Silence instantly filled the office. Yo Han slowly rose from his seat, not taking his eyes off you.

"And what are you trying to say by that?"

You took another step toward him.

"That when I'm near you, I stop being composed."

Not a single muscle moved on his face, but his gaze betrayed that he understood your implication perfectly.

"That's a dangerous admission."

"I know."

He moved closer, stopping so near that the air between you seemed to crackle with electricity.

"You do realize that if I take this step, there's no going back?" he asked in a low, velvety voice.

You defiantly lifted your chin.

"I'm all for it."

Instead of answering, he confidently placed his palm on your waist and pulled you to him with such force that it took your breath away. His kiss was precise, deep — the kind of kiss given by a man used to keeping absolutely everything under lock and key, except for this one specific feeling, which he had finally allowed himself to acknowledge.

When he pulled back, his gaze remained steady, but his breathing had become slightly heavier.

"I thought you'd never make a move," you breathed out.

"Never doubt my love for you."

And in that short phrase, there was far more intimacy than in any grand declaration.

​I’m so sorry for the long wait. My day job has been really draining, so I decided to take a little break to recharge and come back with fresh energy!

​Thanks for the request! 🥰❤️

Emotional Dependency

Warning: I don't speak English, so I'm using a translator. Please forgive any mistakes! 🥺 Summary: The characters are emotionally dependent on the reader, but how would they react if they realized that you, too, are somewhat dependent on them? Characters: Lee Kang Soo, Kang Dae Ho, Noh Woo Sung, Kim Yo Han, Wang Wook

Lee Kang Soo

Kang Soo is head-over-heels in love with you. He is a very passionate type who simply cannot conceive of his existence without you. He showers you with gifts because he loves seeing you happy.

One day, when you were kept late at work, Kang Soo waited for you in his car for several hours.

"Baby," he said when you finally came out, "I'm ready to burn this damn building down so no one dares to keep you late."

To him, you are the only drug he has ever willingly chosen. And this dependency suited him just fine.

When you took care of him after he suffered severe burns and injuries, Kang Soo became even more attached to you.

Kang Soo wouldn't notice your dependency right away.

You constantly text him morning and night, seek out his gaze, hold his hand tightly on the street.

At first, Kang Soo reacted with his usual mockery like, you've always been so strong, could you really depend on someone?

He loves it when you wear his t-shirts.

Kang Soo might deliberately not write for a few hours, not as a test, but to make sure you truly need him. And then, seeing your panic, he feels guilty and becomes even more tender.

When he realizes that you genuinely hold on to him emotionally, he will soften.

Not necessarily in an affectionate way, but rather he becomes very attentive.

But he still loves to tease you.

Kang Soo will start appearing by your side without being asked.

His reaction would be: "You really need me? Then I have no right to disappear."

Kang Dae Ho

Dae Ho attaches easily but is always afraid of not being good enough, not strong enough, not worthy enough.

From the moment you met, he hasn't stopped thinking about you.

Before sleep, Dae Ho looks through your photos and falls asleep with thoughts of you.

If you sleep together, he snuggles up to you. He loves it when you hold him tight in bed.

Dae Ho is constantly waiting for your messages. He can reread your "good night" text several times.

"You are the only thing that brightens my days."

If an argument arises between you, Dae Ho is the first to rush and apologize, because realizing he has caused you pain is his worst nightmare.

Upon learning of your dependency, Dae Ho will first become frightened. He is afraid he might ruin everything.

It will seem to him that he is not the kind of person one can rely on.

Dae Ho will either start apologizing for no reason, or, conversely, try to appear more masculine. But that's not why you fell in love with him.

The realization that you have chosen him will become a turning point for Dae Ho.

You are madly in love with him and constantly reach out to him for hugs. Dae Ho lacked love and attention greatly in his childhood, and your displays of affection make him the happiest person in the world.

Wang Wook

From the moment you first met, thoughts of you became an obsession for him. He seeks any excuse to see you, might suddenly pull you around a corner, hiding you from prying eyes, or lose the thread of conversation at various palace assemblies, thinking only of you.

His gaze automatically searches for you in any room.

He asks the servants about you. Not directly "How is she?", but indirectly: "Did the lady not eat breakfast today? Bring her some rice." "Did she sleep poorly? Change the bed linens."

He needs to touch you. Not necessarily passionately, but just to place his hand on yours when you sit beside each other, or to adjust a strand of your hair.

Wang Wook would grasp your dependency very quickly, because he subtly reads attachment, fear of loss, and emotional need.

But instead of joy, he would initially feel tension: he knows how dangerous it is for a person to be needed too much by another. Especially if he himself is prone to internal struggle and feelings of guilt.

He might withdraw, become seemingly colder, because he will be frightened not only for you but also for himself: your dependency on him makes him responsible for your feelings, and he is painfully sensitive about this.

But if the feelings are real, he will become incredibly caring and romantic.

Wang Wook will be there. He will become more attentive to your state, and a shade of guilt will tinge his love: "I know you hold on to me. And I'm afraid I won't be able to live up to that."

Noh Woo Sung

Woo Sung is a man who has lived under pressure for a long time, so it is very important for him to understand that someone needs him not just as a convenient support.

You gave him the right to a peaceful night's sleep and care.

But the moment you left on a business trip, Woo Sung realized his world had emptied without you.

His side of the bed is empty, and he began transforming back into a withdrawn, exhausted, and lonely person.

"I didn't know you could want someone else's warmth so much. And then you left, and I realized I don't sleep without you. I just exist in an empty apartment."

For him, you became a salvation from the horror of mortgages and city noise.

When he realizes you are emotionally dependent on him, he will first become cautious: he won't want to pressure you, he will protect you from strange people in the house.

But at the same time, it will deeply touch him. He will be pleased that he specifically became your beloved.

"With you, I'm not afraid. And I want you to not be afraid with me either."

He will begin to show care in little things: he will monitor whether you have eaten, whether you've slept enough, anticipate your mood without words.

Woo Sung will try to become that pillar you can hold on to without fear.

Kim Yo Han

Yo Han is not used to depending on anyone, especially emotionally.

He realized he was a goner the moment you first kissed him. In that moment, Yo Han allowed himself to dissolve into that kiss.

You protected him during his darkest times, and for the first time, he learned what it meant to be truly loved.

Every morning upon waking, the first thing he does is seek you out with his eyes to make sure you are still here.

He stopped staying late at work. He used to be able to work until morning, but now he leaves promptly at ten. No one knows why. He simply hurries home to you.

Yo Han takes unnecessary risks less often. Before, he would personally deal with problems; now he sends subordinates. Not because he's afraid, but because he can't leave you alone.

Yo Han can't stop thinking about you. Even when he's analyzing money-laundering schemes. Even when he's interrogating a debtor. Your image cuts into his thoughts like a splinter.

For Yo Han, your dependency is a sign of absolute trust.

Yo Han would react to your dependency in the most composed manner. He wouldn't allow himself to show panic on his face, but inside, he would immediately grasp the scale of responsibility.

For him, dependency is not just a romantic detail, but a serious emotional responsibility.

He would perceive it as a signal: you trust him so much that you no longer hide behind your strength.

He might distance himself for a minute to build a strategy to protect your relationship, and then return with a clear decision. In such a situation, Yo Han becomes especially reliable: fewer words, more actions.

Yo Han will look you in the eyes and say: "I won't give you any reason to doubt me, babe."

And that is exactly what makes his reaction the most dangerous one, because he doesn't just accept your dependency, he begins to build a foundation around it.

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Could you do the characters' reaction on the reader being a cold or ruthless person but having a very soft spot for them? (For ex: for Prince Wook, the reader could be a renowned princess/Queen who is known for her ruthlessness, or for Dae-ho, the reader could be one of the guards or VIPs etc.)

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The reader is a very powerful person (rich, mafia, minister, etc.) and has a soft spot for them?

You can obviously choose what the reader will be lol 😭🙏🏻 I don't have good ideas rn sorry 😭😭😭

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I feel like I might have missed the mark a little with this idea hopefully, it's not too bad 😭😭😭

Dangerous Woman

Warning: mentions of drugs, threats of violence, gambling. I don't speak English, so I'm using a translator. Please forgive any mistakes!🥺 Summary: Characters' reaction to a reader who is cold and ruthless, yet holds warm feelings for them. Characters: Lee Kang Soo, Kang Dae Ho, Noh Woo Sung, Kim Yo Han, Wang Wook

Lee Kang Soo

You were the biggest drug dealer in Seoul. Most of the city’s districts were under your control. None of your rivals dared to cross you, knowing full well: you would eliminate any obstacle in your path without a second thought. A true queen of the underworld, whose ties to high-ranking officials let you run your business with absolute impunity.

Yet one madman still emerged. Through your own channels, you learned that the most notorious informant in the city had decided to challenge you. Lee Kang Soo worked for Prosecutor Koo. He was a liaison — the very “rat” who skilfully navigated between the police and the criminal kingpins.

Your first meeting was fraught with tension. You weren’t used to backing down.

“You’re going to die,” you promised him calmly then, looking him straight in the eye. “The only question is how soon.”

But after that meeting, something inside you cracked. You couldn’t get him out of your head: that provocatively immaculate appearance, the perfectly styled hair, that dangerous yet magnetic gaze… For a long time you refused to admit to yourself that you had fallen in love with your enemy. Kang Soo had managed to turn your head just by being there.

The night was too quiet for someone in your profession. Kang Soo stood by the panoramic window when you entered the room, and he didn’t even turn around.

“You came alone,” you noted.

“Did I have a choice?” He smirked, taking a drag from his cigarette.

You moved closer. You were wearing an immaculate tailored suit, and on your face was that very expression that made people fall silent mid-sentence. To the world, you remained an unapproachable woman, capable of destroying a person with a single phone call. But when Kang Soo finally turned, your gaze softened, almost imperceptibly.

“I’m shutting everything down,” you said.

“What exactly?” He flicked ash from his cigarette.

“Everything. The shipments. The schemes. The whole business. I’m getting out.”

Kang Soo froze in astonishment.

“And who’s going to believe you?” he asked quietly.

A soft smile touched your lips. The hard lines of your face smoothed away, leaving not a trace of the severity that had marked your first encounter.

“You.”

He wanted to reply with something sharp, out of habit, but there was so much unaccustomed tenderness in your eyes that he decided to soften his tone.

“For me?” Kang Soo asked cautiously.

You turned towards the window, trying to hide a faint smile.

“Don’t pretend you don’t understand.”

He approached from behind, stopping almost flush against you.

“Still, what are you trying to say?”

“I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but I think about you constantly,” you confessed quietly, finally turning to face him. “I don’t want this filth anymore. I like you, Kang Soo. The day we first met, something in me was reborn. I want to start all over again. And I’ll understand if you want nothing to do with me. My past isn’t easy to wash clean.”

For the first time in his life, Kang Soo had no idea what to say.

The next day, you sent him a set of coordinates. He arrived to find you in the basement of an abandoned warehouse. There were no expensive silks or stilettos — just a plain coat, and in your hands you held folders full of papers. You were personally burning the archives that tied you to the criminal world.

“Are you serious?” he asked, staring at the blazing fire.

“Yes.”

“Because of me?”

You watched another page curl into ash.

“Not because of you. For you.”

He chuckled, but his voice no longer carried its former irony.

“To destroy an entire empire for one person… You’re insane.”

“You’re right. I am insane,” you laughed softly.

Kang Soo stepped forward and pulled you into a tight embrace. And as you pressed yourself against him, you knew with absolute certainty: if anyone in this city ever dared to touch him, you would

Kang Dae Ho

You were one of the guards in those brutal games — a faceless cog in a lethal machine, ruthlessly doing your job. You had never felt pity for the players. But when Kang Dae Ho appeared on the grounds, something inside you faltered.

He desperately tried to project confidence, but you noticed the little things: the way he smiled at everyone, how touchingly he looked after the pregnant girl, how hard he masked the fear that lived in every movement.

Dae Ho was different from the rest. He lacked the animal cruelty of those ready to kill for a portion of food, or the treachery of those who betrayed their friends. He was just an ordinary guy.

One question gnawed at you: what had brought him to this hell? His smile seemed impossible in this abyss — warm, genuine, like a ray of light in pitch-black darkness. How did he manage to hold onto his humanity in a place ruled by death?

One day, in an empty corridor, seizing a moment with no cameras or patrols nearby, you blocked his path.

“Player 388,” you said sternly.

Dae Ho flinched.

“If you keep walking around with that doomed look on your face, you’ll be the first to die.” You glanced over your shoulder, checking for strangers. “I’ll help you get out of here.”

He stared at you, bewildered, as if trying to make out your face through the mask.

“What? Why me?”

“You’re not like the others, and I can see it. The only one who hasn’t lost his humanity.”

You strode away quickly, before anyone could spot you.

Dae Ho didn’t believe what had happened at first. Risking your own life, you secretly helped him: slipping him hints about the next games while simultaneously working out an escape plan. You knew perfectly well what they would do to you if you were discovered, so you operated with surgical precision.

The plan seemed insane. During the riot that erupted among the players, you staged Dae Ho’s elimination, dressed him in a guard’s uniform you had hidden beforehand, and led him out through a network of disused service tunnels.

Together you emerged on the shore, where a boat you had prepared was rocking on the water. You had lied to your partner, telling him you were heading out on a solitary patrol.

“Go,” you ordered, pointing at the water.

“And you?”

“I’m staying.”

He suddenly seized your wrist.

“No. If you did all this for me, I’m not leaving you here.”

And that was when you let yourself remove the mask and show your face for the first time. You had already broken every possible rule, so there was nothing left to lose.

“Kang Dae Ho,” you said quietly, “if you don’t sail away right now, they’ll shoot us both on this shore.”

“Then let’s run away together!”

You looked into his eyes. Dae Ho wasn’t a hero or the strongest player, but there was so much kindness in him that it was worth risking your life for. Gently but firmly, you nudged him towards the boat.

“I’ll catch up.”

“Promise?”

“Where do you live?”

“Seoul, Bongcheon-dong.”

“I’ll find you. I promise.”

He wanted to say something more, but you had already turned and dashed back. Just before your escape, you had sneaked into the archive and dug up his details and exact address.

A few days after the island base was blown up and the games were shut down forever, you stood outside his home.

Dae Ho froze, unable to believe his eyes.

“You… you really found me?”

Instead of answering, you stepped forward, and he instantly pulled you into a desperate embrace.

“I promised,” you whispered, burying your nose in his shoulder and, for the first time in a long while, feeling safe.

Wang Wook

At court, you were the woman before whom servants bowed and ministers turned pale. You were respected and feared for your colossal influence. One “no” from you, and people who had fallen out of favour would vanish from the hall forever.

When you first met Prince Wang Wook in the garden, he was absorbed in a book and didn’t even raise his head, completely ignoring your arrival.

“You neither bowed nor greeted me,” you said coldly.

Your voice sounded so haughty.

“You didn’t greet me either,” he replied calmly, turning a page.

It bordered on insolence, but it was precisely that defiance that caught your attention. You moved closer.

“Usually people start trembling when I use that tone.”

“Do you think that will make me afraid? I am a prince and I can stand up for myself.”

To your own surprise, you laughed — a laugh so bright and genuine. That chance conversation was where everything began.

Later, on one of those evenings when the palace was once again suffocated by an atmosphere of conspiracies, intrigues and gossip, you intercepted Wang Wook in a quiet corridor after a drawn-out assembly. He looked utterly exhausted.

“Wang Wook? You were silent all evening. Has something happened?”

“Sometimes silence is the only means of defence,” he answered softly.

“You don’t need to defend yourself with me,” you said gently. “I’ll listen to whatever is on your heart.”

Wang Wook looked at you in surprise, sensing not a trace of ill intent in your words. There was no selfish motive in you. He could feel it.

You talked together for a long time, walking through the palace gardens.

“You’re the only one who wasn’t afraid of me,” you broke the silence. “You know, my coldness is just armour. Living in the palace, I quickly understood that if you don’t protect yourself, you’ll be destroyed. You can’t show weakness, or you’ll be trampled.”

His palm touched your cheek, warm and gentle.

“You’re right,” Wook agreed. “Power makes people cruel.”

“It was so hard, wearing that mask all the time…”

“I’m glad you decided to open up to me. You’re remarkable.”

In that moment, it felt as though the whole universe held only the two of you — kindred spirits who had managed to find each other amid chaos, wars, and political intrigue. For the first time, someone in the palace saw you not as an arrogant figure, but as a lively, gentle woman.

Noh Woo Sung

You entered his life with the same confident grace you usually brought into the courtroom: without knocking, without a shadow of doubt, and with the absolute certainty that no one would dare stand in your way. In the elite apartment complex, you were known as a stern, even frightening woman — which was hardly surprising, given that you held the post of Prosecutor General. Neighbours would fall nervously silent the moment you stepped into the lift.

One evening, you ran into Woo Sung in the lobby. Irritation was written all over his face. You were already acquainted: he had once knocked on your door, trying to locate the source of endless noise in the building.

“Is it them again?” you inquired.

Woo Sung gave a bitter laugh. You lived in the penthouse with perfect soundproofing, so the domestic wars of other residents never touched you.

“It’s more than just noise now. It looks like the neighbours have declared war on me.”

You studied your neighbour carefully.

“Don’t worry. I’ll sort this out tomorrow.”

“I don’t think it’s that simple…”

“Nobody in this building will dare bother you again.”

“What?” Woo Sung looked at you in surprise, sensing there was something more behind your promise. And he was not mistaken.

The first time he visited your apartment, you poured him tea and served a home-cooked dinner. You watched in silence as he ate. He ate with such appetite, as if he hadn’t seen proper food in days. Despite the deep shadows under his eyes and the slight stubble, you caught yourself thinking he was devilishly handsome.

You kept your promise. Pulling your strings, you gave the troublemakers such a legal shake-up that soon the most scandalous residents were standing before you in your reception room, pale as if on the defendant’s bench. You sat in your chair, legs crossed, leafing through a folder of documented violations.

“So you are claiming that the source of the problems in the building is Noh Woo Sung?” you asked in a stern tone.

“You see, it’s a complicated matter…”

“No,” you cut in sharply. “There might be something to discuss if you had a single piece of evidence, but all I see is collective slander.”

Woo Sung, standing by the door, couldn’t suppress a triumphant smile.

When the frightened neighbours had left, you walked out onto the landing with him.

“Now there will be peace and quiet in this building,” you stated.

“Thank you!”

“Don’t thank me.”

Woo Sung looked at you with such gratitude that you felt awkward.

“Why are you going to so much trouble for me?” he asked quietly.

You averted your gaze.

“I can see how exhausted you are. You’ve lived too long believing you just had to endure it all. I’m sorry I didn’t step in sooner.”

Woo Sung peered at your softened features.

“It’s not your fault.”

You took a step towards him, and unusually soft, tender notes crept into your voice:

“Even so, with the resources I have, I could have stopped this chaos much earlier.”

You embraced him, holding him tightly. And in that moment, Woo Sung understood completely: to everyone else you were the fearsome prosecutor who made people tremble, but to him you had become the one person beside whom he could simply feel at peace.

Kim Yo Han

You were the outright owner of the largest underground casino in the city. Everything glittered with luxury and gold, but the establishment’s true jewel was you. You always wore impeccably expensive suits, carried yourself with perfect poise, and your expression never wavered, even with a gun aimed at you. In criminal circles, it was whispered that the casino owner never lost and had no weaknesses.

Kim Yo Han came to your club undercover, running his own investigation. You made him instantly — his guarded, watchful behaviour stood out too sharply against the thrill-seeking crowd.

“What brings such a handsome man here?” you asked, approaching his table. “I see you’re a new guest.”

“Just looking to unwind,” Yo Han replied, striving to keep his composure.

You merely smirked. You could read a lie like that in a heartbeat.

A little later, you found him in a secluded VIP lounge, studying the players intently, searching for someone.

“You don’t look anything like our usual patrons,” you said quietly from behind him.

Yo Han visibly tensed. But your aim wasn’t to frighten him. You wanted to understand what exactly he was looking for. You summoned him to your office.

“Your real purpose?” you asked sternly, closing the door of your third-floor office.

“I already told you. Just to play a few hands of poker.”

“You need help,” you said, taking a seat at the desk. “You’re looking for someone, and it’s painfully obvious.”

“I’m not…”

“Don’t lie to me,” you cut him off. “Tell me the truth, and I’ll help you.”

Yo Han hesitated, weighing the risks. You gestured to the chair opposite you.

“Sit. Don’t worry, I don’t bite. Unless, of course, you try to lie to me again.”

Yo Han took a photograph from his pocket and handed it to you. You picked up the picture, studying the man’s face.

“What did he do?” you asked without looking up.

“He’s stalking my grandmother,” his voice trembled almost imperceptibly. “And he kidnapped me once before.”

“Kidnapped?” You lifted your gaze in surprise, not expecting such drama from this young man. “Do you want me to get rid of him?”

“No. I want him to go to prison. According to the law. Please help me. You promised, if I told the truth.”

You looked intently into his weary eyes.

“I’ll help. But nothing is done for free in my casino.”

“What do you want? Money?”

You rose from your chair, walked over to the panoramic window, and, turning back, gave a soft smile.

“I want you to have dinner with me tomorrow evening.”

“Are you joking?” he said, taken aback.

“I never joke.”

“Fine. Tomorrow.”

You met in an unremarkable little restaurant on the outskirts of the city. None of your people knew about this meeting; for the first time, you arrived without your security. You handed him a flash drive containing CCTV footage and all the information your security team had dug up overnight.

Thanks to those leads, Yo Han quickly caught the scumbag, and his family was safe at last.

A few days later, Yo Han crossed the threshold of your casino again. But this time, not as an undercover detective — as a man who simply could not forget the owner of the establishment in her luxurious black dress.

“I’m in your debt,” he said quietly, walking up to you.

“You owe me nothing.”

“Then allow me to invite you to a second dinner.”

A mischievous smile touched your lips.

“Did you really enjoy dining with me that much?” you teased.

For the first time, Yo Han smiled openly and warmly.

“I’d like to see you a lot more often.”

“The feeling is mutual, Yo Han.”