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— sidelines

pairing : yeon sieun x reader

warnings : bit of angst, mentions of hospitals

word count : 3.7k

summary : sieun spent his days watching life from the sidelines, content with having nothing to lose. That’s until you arrived, and suddenly, he couldn’t bear the thought of losing the one thing that made him feel alive.

a/n : i highly recommend to listen to "sidelines" by Phoebe Bridges while reading this xx (if you’ve read my fanfic “unspoken”, you can consider this one as a beginning of their love story!)

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You weren’t exactly excited to start another school day at Eunjang High. It wasn’t like anyone looked forward to it, but at least most people here had their little groups, their cliques, their drama. You didn’t.

Not even because you were shy, just selective.

It was easier to stay out of things when most of your classmates had their hands in something shady, fights, trouble, things you didn’t want to be wrapped up in. Most people were either too loud, too aggressive, or just... not your kind of company. You kept to yourself. And you were fine with that.

But today, your peace was interrupted when you stepped into class, early enough to avoid the hall crowd, only to find someone sitting at your desk.

You paused mid-step, pulling out one of your earphones.

The guy had his head down, arms folded like he’d been asleep there all night. He didn’t even flinch at the sound of the door.

You narrowed your eyes slightly. About to speak up when you caught a few murmurs behind you.

“Apparently he’s a genius.”

“Huh? Then why transfer here?”

“I heard he killed someone.”

You glanced sideways. The source of the whispers - two guys known for making up multiple rumours - caught your eye and quickly looked away, pretending they weren’t just gossiping two feet away from you.

You sighed and walked toward your desk. You weren’t superstitious, and you weren’t about to get into a rumor spiral on a Monday morning.

You reached the desk, second row from the back, and gently tapped the guy on the shoulder.

Nothing. So you leaned down a bit. “Hey.”

Finally, he stirred. Slowly, as if gravity worked harder on him than the rest of the world. His head lifted just enough for you to see his sharp half-lidded eyes.

You kept your voice neutral. “This is my desk.”

He blinked at you once.

Then looked away.

Then laid his head back down.

You stood there, frowning. Not because he ignored you, exactly - more because you had no idea what kind of interaction just happened.

After a second, you simply sighed and nodded to yourself, grabbing your bag to sit in the desk directly in front of him. It’s not like it was worth to pick a fight for a desk.

You put your earphones back in and was about to pull out your notebook to study some more material before the teacher comes, when you realised you had left it in the drawer of your desk.

You exhaled through your nose, already annoyed by that out of ordinary Monday and pulled out one earbud again before leaning back just enough to tap on his arm a second time. Maybe a little firmer this time.

This time, he didn’t lift his head, but you heard a faint sigh escape him.

You blinked, unimpressed.

“Okay?” you muttered, voice just loud enough for him to hear, “You’re the one who stole my desk? I just need the notebook inside it.”

He shifted slightly, slow and clearly reluctant, but eventually lifted his head just a little to lazily reach toward the drawer beneath the desk for your notebook.

His fingers brushed over the inside surface, then paused. Nothing. He glanced inside with a sliver more interest this time, hand searching again. Still nothing.

You narrowed your eyes, shifting your weight to one leg. “Move a sec.” you said, not exactly aggressive, just impatient.

You stepped forward and leaned down next to him, resting one hand on the edge of the desk for balance, your other brushing a few stray pens aside as you peered into the drawer yourself. He stiffened a little at how close you were standing, your presence very much in his personal space.

You leaned further, your hair nearly brushing his shoulder, lips slightly parted in thought as you scanned the empty drawer.

You clicked your tongue. “I swear I left it here-”

You paused, then smacked your forehead lightly. “Wait. No. No, I left it on my bookshelf.” You sighed and straightened up with a dramatic groan, brushing off your skirt and glancing at him for the first time.

And that’s when your eyes met.

He was already staring at you. Not startled, not nervous—just watching. Quietly. Unreadable.

You meant to say something, maybe a thanks or a joke, but the words kind of stuck for a second.

Because now that you were actually looking at him, really looking, he wasn’t quite what you’d expected.

That was the first time you actually saw his features.

His features were oddly soft, despite the deadpan expression. His eyes weren’t cold like you expected. They were wide and dark, kind of doe-like beneath the messy fringe of his hair. His skin was annoyingly clear, and his lips were full and soft-looking.

You blinked.

He blinked back.

Then, clearing your throat, you took a step back, “Right. My bad.” you said flatly, waving your notebook-less hand in a vague gesture before returning to your new desk in front of him.

No reply. Just quiet breathing and the faint creak of him shifting in his seat again, lowering his head on his arms.

You slipped your earphones back in and leaned your cheek against your fist, trying to get back into the zone. But the silence behind you felt just a little different now.

Sieun stared at you a few more seconds before diving back into the arms of Morpheus, trying to stay unbothered by your sudden approaches.

He wasn't used to being noticed, not necessarily in the shy kind of way, more like he just didn't care to step into the spotlight. People were messy, unpredictable and often crossed lines that were then hard to redraw.

So he watched from the sidelines, kept his head down and slept through the noise. It was easier this way.

That same evening, you were leaving the school’s library later than usual. Finals were creeping closer, and you had more materials to catch up on than you liked to admit. The sun had already dipped below the buildings, and the streetlights had flickered on in their usual lazy rhythm.

That’s when you saw him.

Sieun, earphones in, hoodie on, hands stuffed in his pockets, walking a few paces ahead on the empty sidewalk. You weren’t even sure it was him at first, but the way he dragged his steps, the slight slump of his shoulders… yeah, that was definitely him.

Your brain told you to just go home but your feet moved before you could think twice about it. You picked up pace, caught up to him, and gently tapped his shoulder.

He turned, a little startled, pulling one earbud out. His expression shifted the second he saw it was you, eyebrows lifting slightly, not quite a smile, but something softer than his usual stoic.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, voice low but not unfriendly.

You grinned. “Following you, obviously.”

His eyes widened, not dramatically, but enough to make you laugh, glancing away sheepishly before adding, “I was just heading home from the library.”

You fell into step beside him, talking like it was the most natural thing in the world. He didn’t say much, but he didn’t put his earbuds back in either.

A few minutes later, you passed the small family-run restaurant you’ve gone to since you were a kid.

“I’m starving,” you said, already slowing your pace. “I’m eating here.”

He nodded slightly, like he was about to walk away.

But before he could, you slipped your arm around his—lightly, barely more than a hook—and guided him toward the door. He didn’t resist, but you felt him stiffen slightly, eyes glued to where your arms touched.

You greeted the older lady at the counter with your usual grin. She lit up at the sight of you and already began preparing your usual.

“Double it this time!” you called before heading toward your usual table and finally letting go of Sieun’s arm.

You sat down, still smiling, still talking about how your teacher gave a three-page worksheet for fun. But mid-sentence, you noticed him—still standing, his expression unreadable.

“I should go.” he said suddenly.

You blinked. “What?”

He shifted on his feet. “Thanks, but I have to go home.”

You frowned. “The food’s good, I swear. You’ll regret it!”

Sieun let out a soft sigh. Not annoyed, not angry, just tired.

“I don’t know why you’re like this,” he said quietly. “But I’m not looking to make friends.”

It wasn’t harsh. Just matter-of-fact. Like he was trying to set a boundary that even he wasn’t fully convinced of.

Your smile faltered, just for a second. You nodded slowly, but instead of pushing back, you just looked at him with a quiet calm.

“I didn’t say I was trying to be your friend,” you said, voice light, but steadier than before. “I just didn’t wanna eat alone.”

He stared at you a beat longer. Then another.

And then, slowly, wordlessly, he pulled out the chair across from you and sat down.

You didn’t say anything for a few minutes as you noticed his small glances toward the door and the tension still clinging to his shoulders. But then you slowly started talking about a new story of yours, not expecting a response anymore, just making him comfortable in your company.

He didn’t laugh. But he listened. You could tell from the way his eyes would twitch at certain points, or how he shifted ever so slightly when something you said caught him off guard.

Then the food came, steaming bowls, a dozen tiny plates with pickled radishes and crispy kimchi, all warm and familiar.

You looked at him. He didn’t move. He just stared at the tray like he wasn’t sure what to do with it.

Without a word, you picked up your chopsticks and reached across his tray, placing a few of your favorite side dishes on top of his white rice. Nothing dramatic, nothing too much—just a quiet gesture. You didn’t say anything, just went back to eating your own meal, eyes on your bowl, giving him space to catch up.

For a moment, he didn’t move. And then, slowly, almost hesitantly, he picked up his chopsticks. You didn’t look up, but from the corner of your eye, you saw him take a small bite of the rice you topped, chew, and swallow.

You smiled. Soft and barely-there.

He didn’t say a word. Neither did you. The restaurant filled the silence for you—soft clinks of metal bowls, the faint hum of an old TV in the back, the quiet muttering of the older lady behind the counter.

But for the first time in a long time, Sieun didn’t feel like he needed to leave right away. He didn’t feel the itch in his spine to retreat. He just stayed. Ate. Sat across from someone who didn’t expect him to be more than what he could offer.

That evening didn’t change everything. He didn’t suddenly start texting first or waiting outside classrooms like some eager cliché. He still kept to himself, still stayed quiet, still lived on the edge of everyone’s world. But somehow, you started to slip into his orbit without asking permission.

The classroom was half full when he walked in, earpods tucked in, expression unreadable. Same as always. But when he sat down, he noticed it.

A small pack of vitamin gummies on his desk. The same kind you were chewing the other day in the restaurant.

He stared at it. Then at you—already seated in front of him, pretending very obviously to tie your shoelace even though both shoes were still on.

You peeked back at him. “You gonna eat them or just burn a hole through the wrapper?”

He blinked once, slow. “You put this here?”

“Do you see anyone else giving you stuff to take care of your immune system?”

Silence. Then, Sieun reached out, slowly picked up the pack, and tucked it into his pencil case, avoiding your gaze.

Later that week, you caught up to him just after last period ended, your steps quick against the linoleum.

“Hey, wait up!” you called.

He didn’t. Not really. But he didn’t speed either which was new.

You fell into step beside him, out of breath. “You walk like someone’s chasing you.”

“I am.” he said without thinking.

You blinked. “Huh?”

Sieun didn’t reply. You tilted your head.

“That was... was that a joke?” you asked.

He stayed silent. The corner of your mouth twitched.

“I didn’t think you could do that!” You exclaimed, smiling excitedly.

Still no response. But the way he turned his face slightly toward the window told you he was hiding something. Perhaps the tiniest smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

The next shift in your dynamic happened by accident.

You were sitting under the small pavilion just outside the school gate, waiting for the rain to calm down. Most students had already left, but you’d forgotten an umbrella.

Sieun, earbuds in, walked past, only to stop halfway down the steps when he saw you. You waved your phone in the air. “No signal. Can’t even call for a ride.”

He stood there for a beat, then slowly walked back. Opened his umbrella.

You blinked. “Wait, are you—?”

“Come on,” he said, eyes not meeting yours.

You stood quickly, scrambling over, squeezing under the small umbrella with him. “It’s gonna be a tight fit.”

“Then walk fast.”

You were halfway down the block when you looked up at him. “I’ll pay you back for this heroic rescue. One day.”

“You already did.”

“What? When?”

“The food. That night.”

“Didn’t think it was that special.” You chuckled.

“You’re the first person who took me out to eat something.” He admitted, his grip on the umbrella handle tightening slightly. “So it felt special to me.”

And in that moment—feet splashing in puddles, your shoulder brushing his, raindrops ticking against plastic—you realized the hard walls Sieun has been building up so hard throughout his entire life, were finally starting to fall apart.

The following week, you didn’t appear at school on Tuesday. At first, Sieun thought maybe you were just late. But class started. Then lunch passed. Then the final bell rang.

No teasing pokes to his ribs. No gummy vitamins tossed onto his desk. No sudden voice asking if he'd finally figured out how to smile.

And yet the silence was louder than anything you ever said.

He found himself packing his bag slower than usual. He kept glancing at your empty desk as though you’d come sprinting in, out of breath, waving some excuse and asking if he missed you too.

He didn’t.

But maybe he did.

By the time he left the school building, his hands were already fishing out his phone. The screen glared back at him in the soft evening light, showing your last five messages, each one as chaotic and cluttered as your speech.

He’d replied, once. “You’re dramatic.” to which you replied with an offended sticker.

This time, for the first time, he typed first:

“You were absent today.”

He stared at the screen, thumb hovering, unsure of what exactly he was supposed to send as he wasn’t the best with words.

Then, his phone rang. He answered fast, too fast, maybe. But he wasn’t met with your voice.

“Hello? Is this… Sieun?”

He frowned slightly. “Yes?”

“I’m Y/N’s mom. I found her phone. I figured someone named Sieun would probably wonder since she’s been in the hospital since this morning…”

His world stilled. The word echoed, too loud in his ears. Hospital.

“What hospital?”

Y/N’s mom didn’t even have the time to explain what happened before Sieun hung up the call with trembling fingers. His brain couldn’t even process her tone or phrasing, the only word that rang loud in his head was hospital.

He ran.

Ran past the gates of Eunjang, past busy streets and honking cars, ignoring the burn in his lungs and the ache in his legs.

When he reached the hospital, sweat sticking to the back of his neck and breath shallow, he didn’t stop to think about how crazy he must’ve looked. He walked up to the front desk with shaking hands, giving your name, waiting while they looked it up. His heart drummed against his ribs like a warning.

Room 207.

He made his way there, steps slowing the closer he got. The quiet of the hospital hallways made the tension worse.

When he stood in front of the door, his hand hovered over the handle. He wasn’t even sure what he’d say, or if he even should be here.

But he opened it anyway.

And there you were.

Laying down on the narrow hospital bed, eyes closed, IV hooked up to your arm. Your lips were parted in soft breaths, a blanket pulled up to your chest, your hair a bit messier than usual.

Sieun’s breath hitched. His feet locked in place.

He’d never seen you like this. Still. Quiet.

You always filled every space you walked into with noise, movement, warmth — and now you were just… still.

His chest tightened so hard it hurt.

Then, your brow furrowed and you let out a soft groan, shifting under the blanket. You stretched with a whiny noise, eyes fluttering open.

You flinched when you saw someone standing there.

Then smiled. “Hey!” you exclaimed, rubbing your eyes, “you scared the hell out of me. You look like a ghost.”

But the moment you registered his expression, not angry, not sarcastic, just scared, your smile slowly fell.

“…Sieun?”

He didn’t speak. He just stared.

You blinked. “Oh, right. Okay. I’m fine, I promise. I just fainted this morning because apparently I overworked myself. No sleep, too much coffee, etc.” You waved a hand. “They gave me some IVs, made me nap for hours, and now I’m fine. Look.” You stretched your arms up and wiggled your fingers. “Alive and functioning.”

But Sieun didn’t respond right away.

He walked closer slowly, eyes never leaving your face.

Then, finally, he spoke, his voice low, hoarse, like it got lost somewhere on the way there.

“I thought something happened to you.”

A long silence.

You softened, your lips parting. “I’m really okay. You didn’t have to run all the way here.”

“I did.” he snapped.

You stared at him.

Not because he snapped. But because it wasn’t like him to raise his voice, not even like that. It wasn’t loud, not really. But it was shaken.

“Sit for a minute.” you said softly, patting the chair next to your bed.

Sieun hesitated, his eyes flickering to the seat in the corner of the room, but finally he let out a long sigh and settled on the chair next to the bed — not quite next to you, but closer than he’d usually get.

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, watching him. “Didn’t mean to worry you like that. I swear, I’m fine now. Just… a bit dramatic with the whole fainting thing.”

He didn’t answer at first. Just sat there, hands on his knees, gaze fixed on the IV line as if it offended him.

You tilted your head. “Are you mad at me?”

“No.” he muttered.

“…You sure?”

He nodded once.

But you weren’t convinced.

“You know you didn’t have to come here.” you added carefully.

“I know.”

“…But I’m glad you did.”

Finally, that got his attention. He turned slightly, eyes meeting yours. They looked tired, not physically, but something heavier.

“I wasn’t gonna come.” he said after a pause, voice low.

“Wow, thanks!” you teased gently, hoping to ease whatever tension was still coiled in him.

But he didn’t even crack a smirk.

“I wasn’t gonna come,” he repeated, “but the second I heard the word hospital, I just… moved.”

You blinked, surprised at how honest he sounded.

“I’ve never—” He paused. “I’ve never ran for anyone.”

You opened your mouth, then closed it.

“I didn’t think I cared that much,” he finished quietly. “But I do.”

The room fell still.

You didn’t know what to say. You always teased him for being unbothered, unreadable, cold even. But now — now he was just a boy who didn’t know what to do with a feeling that showed up without warning.

You reached out, lightly tapping his knee with your fingers. “Well… you care,” you said softly. “And that’s kinda nice to know.”

He looked at your hand. Then at you.

You smiled. “Even if it took a hospital bed to get you to admit it.”

That earned the tiniest huff from him — not a laugh, not really, but close. A slight release of breath through his nose. For Sieun, that was basically a chuckle.

You leaned back into your pillow, watching him.

He didn’t move. Just stayed there, hand still clenched, like he didn’t know how to unwind from the day’s weight.

“Want me to scoot over?” you offered, patting the mattress.

He blinked at you like you were insane.

You snorted. “I’m kidding! … Unless?”

He shook his head, but you swore the corners of his mouth twitched.

You reached for your water bottle, took a sip, then tilted your head toward him. “You can stay a bit, if you want.”

“…Yeah,” he said after a long beat. “Okay.”

And just like that, the silence between you shifted — from tense to comfortable. And Sieun stayed.

Not because he had to.

But because he wanted to.

He sat there with his hands resting on his knees, eyes finally steady, no longer darting or restless. For the first time in a while, his mind wasn’t busy with numbers, deadlines, or that pressure to be something. It was just you. The sound of your voice, the faint beep of the IV machine, and the soft pull in his chest that he didn’t want to shake off.

All this time, he’d been watching the world from the sidelines — moving through it without ever really touching it.

But then you came into his life.

And now, for the first time… he wanted to know what it felt like — to want to stay.

To want something more.

Because now, he had something to lose.

You.

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Baby, come home

Geum Seongjae x f!reader Pt.1

Summary: The reader has no idea about Seongjae’s secret life—until one day.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, mentions of blood, mentions of murder.

Note: Requestedd!

Pt.1 / Pt.2

juliettejwnewinesa

Heyyy!I I love your whc works and enjoyed them all, so I decided to request one myself. Can you please write something si-eun and a draf(also mute) reader who is also Hu-min's sister?like something fluff,or just howeve you like,ty for your hard work!<33

Quietly Yours

Pairing: Park Si-eun x Deaf/Mute!Reader (Hu-min’s younger sister) Genre: Fluff, slow-burn, soft comfort Length: ~3.5k words Warnings: Mentions of past bullying (light), overprotective Hu-min, KSL (Korean Sign Language) references

P.S this is giving twinkling watermelon

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“Quietly Yours”

Hu-min had always been too protective. Si-eun knew this already.

He’d seen him chase down entire gangs in defense of his classmates, so it made sense that Hu-min would be even worse about his little sister.

Especially one who couldn't speak. Especially one who couldn’t hear a word they said.

And yet — when Si-eun first saw her, sitting on the edge of the school rooftop with her sketchpad resting gently in her lap, he forgot all about that.

She wasn’t scary. She wasn’t loud. She was calm.

And she was sketching him.

He only noticed because when he got closer, her fingers flinched in surprise and tried to turn the page, cheeks turning red in a way that felt... different from fear.

He sat down beside her, careful not to make a sound. He didn’t know why, but it felt wrong to disturb the silence she lived in. It felt wrong to interrupt.

So he didn’t.

He just waited — and eventually, she peeked at him again. And smiled.

It became a routine.

When she showed up, he stayed.

She never spoke, never waved, but sometimes she’d smile or offer a cookie from her pocket, or tap her sketchbook and scribble something for him to read.

“You have sad eyes.” Then later: “You don’t look sad when you’re around me.”

He didn’t know what to say to that — didn’t know if he could say anything. But something about the softness in her gaze made his chest feel full and tight all at once.

Si-eun had always struggled to connect with people.

She didn’t seem to mind that.

“Are you learning sign language?” Hu-min frowned, arms crossed as he watched Si-eun sitting at the corner of the library with an open KSL beginner’s book and his phone balanced on one knee.

Si-eun blinked slowly. “...No.”

Hu-min raised a brow.

“I’m just... trying.”

“Trying what?”

“To not be a total idiot around your sister,” he muttered.

Hu-min looked like he was calculating a million things at once, then he sighed. “She likes you, you know.”

Si-eun’s head snapped up.

“She watches you like you hung the damn moon. It’s annoying.”

Si-eun blinked.

Hu-min narrowed his eyes. “But if you hurt her—”

“I won’t.”

His voice was sharp and certain. And for once, Si-eun didn’t regret how fast he’d said it.

Their first “conversation” in sign was clumsy.

He spelled out every word like he was holding a toddler’s crayon, and half his movements were wrong, but she watched him so intently — her eyes glowing with something close to pride.

Then she signed back:

“You practiced.”

Si-eun nodded. “For you.”

Her cheeks turned pink. Her fingers fumbled for a second.

Then: “I like talking to you.”

He didn’t know how to sign it back, so he just whispered, “Me too.”

She never asked him to say much.

She just wanted him there — and Si-eun realized, over time, that he wanted her more than he’d ever wanted peace and quiet before.

It wasn’t just that she didn’t expect him to fill silences. It was that she made the silence feel safe.

When she sat next to him, the world wasn’t so loud.

It happened one rainy afternoon.

She’d brought him a drawing again — a sketch of him sitting under the rooftop shelter with his head leaned back and eyes closed, peaceful for once.

At the bottom, she’d signed her name. And beneath that, something else.

He traced it with his thumb.

“I feel less broken around you.”

Si-eun looked up, heart pounding. She wasn’t looking at him. She was nervously fiddling with the corner of her sleeve, trying to pretend she hadn’t just exposed her whole heart on a scrap of paper.

He didn’t think.

He just reached for her hand, lacing their fingers together.

Her head snapped up.

Si-eun smiled — that quiet, rare kind of smile he only gave to her.

Then he signed:

“You were never broken.” “But if you were… I’d stay anyway.”

Her hands shook a little as she signed back:

“Even if I can’t speak?”

He nodded.

Then, very slowly, he leaned closer, heart hammering.

His lips brushed hers in the softest kiss he’d ever given anyone.

And when he pulled away, he cupped her cheek gently and said, “You don’t need words. You’ve already said everything I needed to hear.”

They stayed like that for a while.

Wrapped in each other. Quiet.

Just the way they both liked it.

juliettejwnewinesa

Omg hii! I love your writing 🩵🩵🫶🏻 Can you make a soft and silly one where the reader is Si-eun’s sister and she’s albino?

Snowdrop Trouble

Characters: Si-eun (from Weak Hero Class), Reader (his younger sister, albino), and some cameos from Suho & Beomseok

Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life, Found Family, Humor, Big Brother Energy

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Your pale fingers barely grazed the bag of chips on the top shelf before Si-eun’s voice cut through the silence like a knife:

“Don’t climb the counter.”

You froze, mid-scramble, halfway up the kitchen cabinet.

“How did you even see me?” you huffed, twisting to glare at him. “You were in your room.”

“I have ears,” he said flatly, walking into the kitchen and grabbing the chips for you. He placed them in your hands without fanfare.

“You’re so annoying.” “You’re short.” “Genetic condition, dumbass—” “I know. I meant your patience. That’s what’s short.”

You snorted. Okay, that one was good.

You were born with albinism—white hair, pale skin, sensitive eyes—and a whole lot of drama from kids who didn’t understand why you looked like a human snowflake. Si-eun had been the first to punch someone over it when you were eight. He didn't even let you thank him.

“You’re not weird,” he’d muttered, tugging his bloody knuckles into his hoodie. “You’re you. And people suck.”

It was the closest thing to affection he ever said out loud back then.

Now?

He just grumbled when you stole his hoodie, blinked slowly when you spilled ramen all over his notes, and silently untangled your hair when you cried because it got too matted again from sleeping weird.

Si-eun had his own shadows. His own anger. But he never took it out on you. You were… off-limits.

Even to himself.

“Hey.” You waved your hand in front of his face. “Earth to Robot .”

He blinked. “What?”

You narrowed your pinkish eyes at him from across the living room. “You’re staring at me.”

“You’re eating ramen with a fork. Again.”

“It’s easier!”

“It’s illegal.”

“...You wanna fight me over it?”

He sighed through his nose like a disappointed old man. “I would win.”

“I’m gonna tell Suho you said that.”

“…Never mind.”

You smirked.

Later that night, when the lights were dim and your eyes hurt (screens sucked after dark), Si-eun found you curled up on the couch like a snowball. You’d fallen asleep with your fuzzy hood pulled over your head and his textbook open on your chest.

He stood there for a long time.

Just staring.

Then, slowly, quietly, he bent down and lifted the book off you.

You stirred.

“…Si-eun?” you mumbled sleepily.

He froze. You rubbed your eye, squinting up at him with a lazy little grin.

“Thanks for always… y’know. Protecting me.”

He cleared his throat. “Go back to sleep.”

But before he could step away, you grabbed his sleeve. "Wait."

“…What now.”

You stuck your tongue out.

“You’re my favorite light mode demon.”

Si-eun stared.

“You’re… You’re the reason people turn on dark mode.”

You burst into laughter.

He didn’t smile.

But he did sit on the floor next to you. Letting your sleepy head fall onto his shoulder like it belonged there.

Because it did.

Extra Scene:

Beomseok: “She’s really pale.”

Si-eun: “Don’t say it like that.”

Beomseok: “No—I mean, she’s cool! She looks like a snow elf. Or, like, a K-pop vampire.”

Y/N: “I am a vampire. I’ll eat your soul.”

Beomseok: 😳

Suho, whispering to Si-eun: “She’s more terrifying than you.”

Si-eun: nods solemnly

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where it hurts

han su-gang x reader

warnings: Physical abuse, bullying, implied neglect, trauma, parent loss, poverty, emotional distress

juliettejwnewinesa

Could you please do a scenario where the reader and seongje would have a child

Title: “Small Hands, Big Heart”

He never planned on having a family. Never thought he deserved one. But then you smiled at him, and a year later, your daughter held his pinky in her tiny fist and made him believe in softness.

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Everyone had an opinion.

“You’re really gonna raise a kid with him?” “Y/N, he gets into fights for fun.” “People don’t change just because they knock someone up.”

But what they didn’t know—what they’d never understand—is that Seong-je had changed long before the pregnancy test turned positive. He changed the moment you smiled at him like he wasn’t broken. Like his fists weren’t the only part of him that had ever mattered.

You—soft-spoken, gentle, all sunshine and warm hands—were the one person who never flinched when he came near.

And he fell. Hard.

So by the time you said, “I’m pregnant,” hands trembling, eyes wide, scared out of your mind— He didn’t run.

He knelt.

Right in front of you, hands on your hips, forehead pressed to your belly.

“You’re serious?” he asked, voice cracked.

You nodded. “I’m scared, Seong-je.”

“I’m not,” he said. “Not if it’s with you.”

You were soft through the whole pregnancy—sleepy, gentle, humming while folding tiny onesies and resting your head on his chest every night.

Seong-je was not.

He was terrifying.

He growled at anyone who got too close to your belly. Physically shoved men out of your way on crowded sidewalks. Glared down nurses and even the poor, sweet OBGYN who tried to tell you, “You might experience some pain during labor.”

“She’s not in pain,” he snapped.

“She’s going to give birth,” the doctor blinked.

“I’ll take the pain instead,” Seong-je said darkly. “She doesn’t deserve it.”

You laughed softly, rubbing his shoulder. “Baby, that’s not how biology works.”

He didn’t care.

He wanted to protect you—even from nature.

The day your daughter was born, Seong-je was quieter than you’d ever seen him.

Not angry. Not panicked.

Just quiet.

His jaw tight. Hands shaking. Sitting beside your hospital bed in a daze while you screamed through contractions. Not knowing how to help. Not knowing how to breathe.

He didn’t move until the doctor finally said, “It’s a girl.”

And then he stood. Slowly. Like in a dream.

And when they placed her in your arms, tiny and red and squirming—

You saw the moment he fell in love all over again.

She was so small.

Nothing like him. Nothing like the boy who used to throw punches harder than grown men. She was fragile and pink and soft like you. Her hair was dark. Her nose was small. Her fingers curled when he leaned over you and touched her.

And then she grabbed his pinky.

Seong-je made a sound you’d never heard from him before.

Like a breath. Like a sob.

“Can I hold her?” he asked, voice low and rough.

You nodded and gently passed her into his arms.

He looked terrified. Hands braced like she might crumble in his grip. But she didn’t.

She fit.

Like she’d always belonged there.

“Hi,” he whispered. “I’m your appa.”

She hiccuped.

And he smiled.

Smiled—big, full, crinkly-eyed and raw like his heart had finally stopped fighting.

“Y/N,” he said, looking at you. “She’s... perfect.”

“She looks like you,” you said.

“No. She looks like you. That’s why she’s beautiful.”

You cried. Just a little.

So did he.

A YEAR LATER

“Appaaaaaaa!”

The little voice echoed down the hallway, fast and giggly and growing louder by the second.

Seong-je barely looked up from where he was washing strawberries. “You’re gonna slip again.”

“No, I’m not!” came the squeal.

A second later— Thud.

You peeked around the corner.

“Baby?” you called, setting down your book. “Did she fall?”

“She’s fine,” Seong-je said, sighing like he hadn’t just dropped the bowl of strawberries and rushed into the hallway with panic in his eyes.

Your one-year-old was sitting on the floor with a dramatic pout and watery eyes.

Seong-je knelt. “Where’d it hurt?”

She pointed at her elbow.

He kissed it. “All better?”

“Better,” she sniffled, latching onto him like a koala.

You watched from the doorway, heart full, hiding your grin.

You knew this version of him was only yours.

To the rest of the world, he was still intimidating. Quiet. Brooding. Still kept a baseball bat in the trunk of his car just in case. Still glared at men who looked too long at you when you were out shopping with a baby on your hip.

But at home?

He knelt for his daughter when she fell.

He cut strawberries into heart shapes because she liked them “cuuute like mama.”

He laid with her every night until she fell asleep—one big hand cradling her tiny back.

She’d started calling him her “giant.”

And you believed her.

Because he held her like she was the whole world.

Some nights, when she was asleep and you were curled in his lap on the couch, he’d run his fingers down your spine and say:

“I was so scared I’d fuck it all up.”

“You haven’t,” you’d whisper.

“I think I love her more than I knew I could love anything.”

You’d kiss his jaw. “You’re a good father.”

And he’d whisper it back, every time:

“I wouldn’t be, if it weren’t for you.”

A FEW YEARS LATER

Your daughter stood in the middle of the park, hands on her hips, furious at a little boy who had pushed her.

“Don’t touch me!” she yelled, her voice echoing.

The boy looked stunned.

You watched from the bench, raising a brow as Seong-je sipped his iced coffee beside you.

“Your DNA’s showing,” you said dryly.

“She did good,” he replied, deadpan.

“She gets that temper from you.”

“She gets her forgiveness from you.”

The little boy apologized. Your daughter nodded and shook his hand.

Seong-je’s mouth twitched.

“She’s perfect,” he murmured.

You looked at him. “Yeah?”

He kissed your temple.

“Just like her mother.”

juliettejwnewinesa

Heyaaa author nim! Thank you for answering my request!! I really loved it!!!! Got me giggling and kicking my feet lmao

Requesting for Seong je x Reader(baku's little sister) where they've been together for a long time(private/secret relationship that not even Baku knows) and one day while the quadro was hanging out and walking down the streets, they see seong je and reader too. Holding hands, snacks in their hands, and acting like a lovely couple(seong je is a green flag for her and he loves her soooo much). They were shock to see her with seong je and so reader is!! Please it's your desicion to make what will happen next!!

Reader is close to gotak,jun-tae and sieun too so they shock fr

-koitaaaaa

❝ You’ve Been Holding Out on Us ❞

— Seong Je x Reader | Fluff | Secret Relationship Reveal | Chaos Ensues

Tags: Long-term secret relationship, green flag Seong Je supremacy, Baku little sister energy, shocked quadro reactions, soft boyfriend behavior, found family vibes POV: 3rd person, fem!reader

ok so imagine like seongjae was like a good guy in this 🥲thank you

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Seong Je was so dead.

He knew it the second he saw Si-eun freeze mid-step, a half-eaten taiyaki hanging from his hand.

It wasn’t just Si-eun. Gotak’s jaw had dropped, Jun-tae had audibly gasped, and Baku—oh, Baku had gone stone cold.

Because there Seong Je stood, right in the middle of a busy street in Hongdae (do you libe alone) on a sunny Saturday afternoon, holding hands with the very off-limits girl known to them as: Humin's little sister.

And they were being cute.

Not just casual, maybe-we’re-friends cute.

No.

Y/N had her fingers intertwined with Seong Je’s, her other hand wrapped around a bag of candied sweet potatoes he’d clearly bought for her. He was leaning close, laughing at something she’d said, and she looked up at him like he’d hung the moon.

They were… glowing.

They were so in love.

And it was a goddamn ambush.

Y/N spotted them a split second after Seong Je did, and it was like time froze.

“Oh my god—” she whispered, nearly dropping her snack.

Seong Je blinked, barely managing to keep his grip on her hand. “Don’t panic.”

“I’M PANICKING.”

“They haven’t said anything yet. Maybe we can just walk away.”

“Baku’s literally squinting like he’s gonna kill you with math.”

“I’ll protect you,” Seong Je said instinctively.

“Seong Je, you’re the one in danger!!”

Baku stepped forward first.

He looked at Y/N.

Then at Seong Je.

Then at their linked fingers.

Then back at Y/N.

“…You’ve been dating him?”

Si-eun leaned in to whisper to Gotak, “Is this… Is this what betrayal feels like?”

Gotak nodded solemnly. “I thought we were friends.”

Jun-tae, ever the peacekeeper, tried to lighten the mood. “At least he’s not a red flag…?” (bitch what are you on)

“I’m gonna vomit,” Baku muttered.

Y/N sighed, stepping forward, cheeks burning but voice steady. “Yes, I’ve been dating him. For… a year and a half.”

“A YEAR AND A HALF?!” the quadro yelled in unison.

Seong Je, to his credit, just rubbed the back of his neck and smiled sheepishly. “We didn’t want to make it weird.”

Si-eun glared. “We’ve literally all almost died together. You think this would be the thing to break us?”

Jun-tae blinked at Y/N. “Wait… that time you skipped movie night? You said you had ‘a family thing.’”

Y/N: “...I meant Seong Je.”

Gotak: “The matching phone charms—?”

Seong Je: “I said they were a random gift. They weren’t.”

Baku: “And the time I heard her giggling on the phone at midnight??”

Y/N: “Okay, that was definitely him.”

Seong Je: “She snorts when she laughs too hard.”

Y/N: “SEONG JE!!”

Eventually, the tension cracked like a dropped soda bottle—messy and loud, but not explosive.

Gotak sighed dramatically. “I can’t believe you’ve been holding out on us. Where’s the group trust?”

Si-eun, still mildly betrayed, just grumbled, “I have so many questions.”

Baku crossed his arms. “If he ever hurts you”

“He won’t,” Y/N said quietly. “He’s… really good to me.”

Seong Je looked over at her, fingers squeezing hers gently. “She’s everything to me.”

There was a pause.

Jun-tae smiled softly. “Okay, but like. You still lied.”

“Can we bribe you with snacks?” Seong Je asked, holding out a still-warm fish bun.

“Two each,” Gotak said instantly.

“Plus bubble tea,” added Si-eun.

“And I get to interrogate you later,” Baku muttered.

Y/N groaned. “Fine, fine. But no bringing up the time he cried watching Spirited Away.”

Seong Je: “YOU PROMISED—!”

Later That Night… Gotak to group chat: [Image] — Y/N and Seong Je fast asleep on the couch, her curled up under his arm, both holding hands even while passed out. Caption: Okay they’re gross. But like. Kinda cute? Jun-tae: 🥺💘 Si-eun: 🤨 Baku: Fine. He’s not the worst. Baku: But I’m still sleeping with one eye open.

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LEE JUN-YOUNG as GEUM SEONG-JE in WEAK HERO CLASS 2 - Episode 8

sanctuary1988

~ Darling, Dearest, Death | 24 | Gwi

French: /the petals of love/

Pairing: Gwi x fem! noble! Reader

Summary: A heartless vampire falls in love for the first time in centuries of loneliness. Passion, secrets, betrayal and love drown the royal palace. Will your love for Gwi prevail through time or will it wither away like a fallen rose petal? Maybe love was his punishment, maybe love was your salvation. Or wasn't it a curse to you both? Because, who can beat a race against time? Who can love in the dark? Who can love without truth? After all, even the most beautiful flower will wither away and end in ashes of time, remembered only by the one who cherished her the most.

Warnings: THE WARNINGS CONTAIN SPOILERS!!! MAJOR ANGST!, toxic relationship, death, longing, typical vampire stuff [biting, blood], feelings of betrayal, allusions to illness, fainting, love confession? mixed emotions, wounded love, historical! AU, royal! AU?, cannon copilant (let me know if I missed anything!)

Word Count: 4.6k words

A/N: OH MY GOD! I can't believe it's been nine months since chapter 23 O.O.... So, surprise?

Life has been busy for me, I finished my bachelor's degree and I already have been working on corporate for a year so that's good I suppose but I missed writing so much, dears. I swear I wanted to keep on with this story but I actually believe I experienced some kind of burnout, idk.

I did get you "Sweet Blood" though so I hope you enjoyed that one.

Also, happy (belated) birthday to me (May 28th) and happy birthday to the one and only, the magnificent Lee Soo Hyuk! The man behind my inspiration! The reason this story exists in the first place.

I know this is getting kinda long but I just wanted to thank you for still reading my little notes and this story that I began writing on 2023 -_- which was nearly three years ago if I'm correct on the first posting day. ANYWAY, thank you so much for supporting me and for leaving me littles sweet comments that have kept this story alive.

Have a nice day/evening/night and enjoy the chapter! Happy reading, 🫣 I hope you'll like it! 😌😁 .

Please let me know your thoughts in the comments! I'd love to hear from you, loves. Enjoy! 🫶🫶🫶

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The words I never finished

(Geum Seong Je x reader)

Genre : Kinda angst CW : Super OOC Geum Seongje (seongje is not seongjeing)mention of blood,mention of character death,insecure thoughts A/N : This is my first time writing a fic in english and english isn’t my first language. It is kinda bad but i will try 2 be better i promise.Wc : 3k

Being average sucks.

You know for sure you are not the kind of person who stands out in Seongje’s eyes. You are just average.

wook-tzn

Can I request Seongje x reader where his gf is pregnant ,and he becomes soft and caring towards her ,but at first they dont know whats wrong with the reader cuz shes always sick ?

Wirte this only if u want 🫶

GEUM DAD;gsj

Pairing: Geum Seongje x reader

Resume: After weeks in which his girlfriend had been paler and with less appetite than usual, Seongje finds out that he will be a father, although he doesn't react the way many would expect him to.

Warnings: Teen?pregnancy, light violence, offensive language, threats, cute end btw.

Word Count: 3.0k

NOTE: @mochijoshi I hope I delivered what you asked for!

wook-tzn

GEUM DAD PT.II;gsj

NOTE: Some of you were asking for it, so, her you go!

Requested tag: @chxrrybomb22

dreamygirl19

can we have more seongje x pregnant!reader ???? ☺️ more fluff or scenarios

Decided to continue with "His Beautiful Little Secret" 🙌🏻✨

His Beautiful little Secret

Part Two

✮ Summary : Request above ↑ (and part one)

✮ Contains : Fluff, only fluff, not really angsty

✮ Pairing : Geum Seong-je x preg!reader

✮ Word Count : 2.6K

꩜ Part One

Seongje’s weeks following the garage incident were a blur of nervous energy and newfound vigilance. His days were now a careful balance: putting on a brave face for the Union, and being fully present for his family. The memory of Baekjin’s words, "Do you think you'll be able to protect them?" echoed in his mind, fueling a quiet determination.

dreamygirl19

His beautiful little secret

Part One

✮ Summary : In which Seongje hinds something from everyone, well hidden, or so he thought. His beautiful little secret.

✮ Contains : Fluff, little bit of angst, smoking

✮ Pairing : Geum Seong-je x preg!reader

✮ Word Count : 1.4K

Nobody knew. He’d kept it to himself from the very beginning, trusting no one in the Union. He was terrified something might happen to her, to them. Scared that if anyone discovered their secret, they’d be threatened, blackmailed.

More than just fear, he found a strange solace in hiding it, in keeping something entirely his own, away from the world. This, and only this, was enough. Nothing would happen if he kept it a secret; they were safe and sound, waiting for him to come home.

lilswooddd

Could you make one of Seongje x Sieun's twin sister? She is the complete opposite of Sieun, cheerful, fun, outgoing, and just as intelligent as Sieun, kind, and when Seongje sees her for the first time, it's as if Cupid had shot him with his arrow. Thank u

cupid

recommended song to listen to while reading

——> from the start - laufey

⤷ summary: request above^^

⤷ contains: love at first sight, protectiveness, opposites attract, teasing banter, romantic tension, fluff

⤷ pairing: seongje x sieuns twin!reader

⤷ word count: 1.8k

The rooftop felt impossibly high, the wind gusting sharply and tugging at your hair as you sprinted up the emergency stairs. Your heart was hammering—not just from the climb, but from the noise of the fight echoing above. You didn’t hesitate; you knew your twin, Sieun, would be in trouble.

Bursting onto the rooftop, your eyes immediately found him. He was crouched near the edge, bruised, one side of his face scraped, and a thin line of blood streaking down his temple. Despite his usual composed expression, his slight wince betrayed the pain.

“Sieun!” you shouted, hurrying over. Your hands moved instinctively, brushing the hair from his damp forehead, kneeling beside him. “Hold still—I’m going to fix you up. Don’t argue with me.”

“I’m fine…” Sieun started weakly, but you cut him off with a shake of your head. “No. Stop pretending. You’re bleeding and bruised, and I’m not letting you move until I take care of you.”

Your twin always tried to act strong, to hide any vulnerability—but you knew him too well. Carefully, you cleaned the cuts along his temple and cheek, dabbing at the blood and muttering little reassurances. “There. Better. Just… try to relax.” You took a deep breath, trying to keep your own panic at bay. It was impossible to watch him hurt and feel helpless.

Sieun’s lips curved into a faint, grateful smile. “Thanks, y/n…” he murmured, the calm tone in his voice belying how much he appreciated your care.

You were focused entirely on him, adjusting the makeshift bandages and wiping the blood that had run down his side. That’s when your peripheral vision caught movement you didn’t expect. A figure sprawled on the ground a few feet away, clutching his foot, blood trickling between his fingers.

Seongje.

Your heart skipped a beat, but you didn’t notice him properly at first. You were too busy fussing over Sieun, asking him quietly if he was dizzy or in pain, brushing stray hair from his forehead, holding his hand while you applied pressure to a particularly stubborn scrape. Your laughter rang soft and warm as he grumbled at your fussing, and your voice had that effortless, confident cheerfulness that could make anyone feel at ease.

Seongje watched from the ground, immobilized by both pain and fascination. His foot throbbed where he had been stabbed—courtesy of your twin—but his attention wasn’t on the injury. It was on you.

You had completely disarmed him without even knowing it. The way your eyes softened when you looked at Sieun, the gentle pressure of your hands, the teasing lightness in your voice—it was intoxicating. His chest tightened, his pulse racing in a way that wasn’t just from the pain.

As if cupid just shot him with her arrow.

He had seen fights, intimidation, loyalty, and fear, but nothing had prepared him for this: someone so alive, so effortlessly kind and bright, caring for another person with such genuine intensity. He found himself leaning slightly forward, despite the stabbing pain, just to watch.

“Hold still, I said!” you said gently but firmly, tying the bandage around Sieun’s side. “There. Good. You’re okay now.”

Sieun blinked up at you, eyes softening. “y/n..really…”

“I know,” you said with a grin, brushing the hair from his forehead again. “You’re lucky to have me, remember that.” You laughed lightly at his flustered expression, your energy infectious.

Seongje’s lips parted slightly, completely captivated. He had never seen anyone like you—not in school, not in his life. The combination of intelligence, cheer, confidence, and kindness made his chest feel tight, and for a moment, he forgot the pain in his foot entirely.

You finally stepped back from Sieun, checking that he could sit up properly. “There. You’re patched up. Now try to breathe for a minute, okay?”

It was then that Seongje noticed your full presence for the first time. You turned, hair catching the sunlight, eyes sparkling, a smile still lingering on your lips from laughing at something Sieun had said. You radiated warmth and energy, completely oblivious to him lying on the ground. And Seongje felt his chest tighten again—like a jolt straight to his heart.

He watched, almost in awe, as you fussed with Sieun one last time before gently helping him stand. Your laugh, your movement, your sheer presence—everything about you was magnetic.

“Sieun… are you sure you’re okay?” you asked, tilting your head slightly, concern still clear in your bright eyes.

“Yeah… thanks” he said quietly.

And then Seongje realized it fully: he didn’t just want to meet you. He wanted to be near you. To talk to you. To see that energy again. All while you were completely unaware of him, focusing on Sieun.

For Seongje, the wound in his foot didn’t matter. What mattered was you. Every careful movement, every soft laugh, every kind word directed at your twin—it was like watching someone perform magic, and he was under the spell.

Finally, he whispered, almost to himself, a mixture of awe and disbelief: “I…have to get to know her”

And in that moment, Seongje knew something had changed. The fight, the rooftop, the pain—it all faded. There was only you, bright, caring, alive, and utterly captivating.

A few days had passed since the rooftop fight, but Seongje couldn’t get you out of his head. Not even for a moment. The memory of the way you’d fussed over Sieun—gentle, confident, and so effortlessly alive—played on repeat in his mind. He had healed enough to walk without limping, but that didn’t matter anymore. He wasn’t thinking about the fight, the rooftop, or even his foot. He was thinking about you. You were the complete opposite of Sieun, but still so intelligent, Seongje liked that for some odd reason.

The afternoon sun spilled across the school gates as you walked out, backpack casually slung over your shoulder, chatting with Sieun. Your laughter rang across the courtyard, bright and infectious, your hair bouncing with every step. You radiated warmth and energy, the complete opposite of Sieun’s calm, quiet demeanor, and that contrast made you impossible to ignore.

Seongje leaned against a wall across the street, smirk tugging at his lips. His cocky, confident energy was fully intact. He took a slow, deliberate step forward, surveying you as if he owned the moment. “Perfect timing,” he muttered to himself, pushing off the wall and striding toward you. Every step was confident, magnetic, dangerous—but entirely charming.

“Y/n!” he called, his voice carrying smoothly, rich with that signature playful edge. You turned, and your eyes immediately met his, curiosity flickering across your bright expression.

“Well, if it isn’t the troublemaker from the rooftop,” you said, tilting your head with a grin. Your playful tone didn’t hide the slight warmth in your eyes—he could feel it.

“Troublemaker?” he said, flashing a cocky smirk. “I prefer charming problem solver. And speaking of charm, I’ve been thinking about you.” He leaned casually against the railing beside you, dark eyes glinting with amusement. “The way you took care of Sieun… I’ve got to admit, it’s been on my mind.”

You laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I was worried about him. That’s it.”

“Sure,” he said smoothly, grin widening. “But I can’t help noticing that I might be next on your rescue list. You handle yourself well, but you’d handle me even better, I think.”

Your grin matched his perfectly, playful and confident. “I might take that challenge,” you said, leaning just slightly closer, eyes sparkling.

Seongje smirked and, without warning, planted a soft, warm kiss on your cheek. “Consider that my official thank you” he said, cocky and teasing, but there was something genuine in his tone.

Your cheeks warmed, and a bright, teasing smile spread across your face. “I’ll hold you to that,” you said, your eyes glinting with challenge.

Seongje texted you some days later, insisting on taking you out. You agreed easily—curiosity, amusement, and a growing excitement building in your chest.

You arrived at the small café near the park first, sunlight streaming through the windows, and chose a table by the window. Your backpack slipped off your shoulder, and you brushed your hair back, laughing lightly at something on your phone.

A moment later, Seongje appeared. He strode in like he owned the place, cocky grin firmly in place, dark eyes scanning the room until they found you. “Well, if it isn’t cupid herself,” he said smoothly, sliding into the seat across from you.

“And if it isn’t my favorite troublemaker,” you replied, mock scolding, eyes sparkling with amusement.

The two of you fell into an effortless rhythm. He teased you relentlessly, cocky comments paired with flirty glances. You responded with equally sharp, playful retorts. The café felt small and intimate despite the afternoon bustle; the world seemed to shrink until it was just the two of you.

He insisted on ordering dessert for both of you without asking, choosing the chocolate cake. “Trust me,” he said with a wink, “you’ll thank me later.”

“I’ll forgive you if it’s amazing,” you said, laughing as he set the plate down in front of you.

“Don’t worry,” he said confidently, smirking. “I never disappoint.”

The conversation flowed easily—funny stories from school, teasing remarks about mutual acquaintances, and subtle compliments sprinkled throughout. He leaned closer when telling a story, and every so often, his eyes would linger on you, watching your expressions, taking in your smiles, your gestures, your laughter.

After the café, he suggested a walk through the nearby park. You strolled side by side, laughing, bumping shoulders, occasionally touching arms just lightly enough to send sparks up both of your spines. Seongje kept up his cocky front, but there was a softness in his gaze whenever he looked at you, a magnetic pull he couldn’t resist.

At a quiet spot by a fountain, he stopped and turned to you, dark eyes locking on yours. “You know,” he said, smooth and teasing, “I think the rooftop wasn’t enough. I need more chances to see you like that… smiling, laughing, just being you.”

You tilted your head, playful smile tugging at your lips. “I think we can arrange that,” you said softly, stepping closer.

Then, with a mischievous laugh, you leaned up and pressed your lips to his in a gentle, tentative kiss. He immediately wrapped an arm around your waist, tilting his head and deepening the kiss just enough to make it thrilling yet sweet. Pulling back slightly, he rested his forehead against yours, smirk softened into something genuinely warm.

“Finally,” he murmured, dark eyes still locked on yours, “Been waiting for this, you know.”

You giggled, brushing your nose against his. “I’d say it’s just the beginning.”

Seongje grinned, cocky yet genuinely captivated. “Then I guess we have a lot more to plan,” he teased, leaning in to kiss you again, this time fully, soft and lingering.

And in that golden afternoon light, with the fountain sparkling behind you, a few days after rooftop chaos, the two of you officially began something playful, sweet, and utterly magnetic—full of laughter, teasing, and kisses that promised many more adventures.

a/n: I HATE how this turned out brooo T-T pls tell me I’m the only one and it’s not that bad because I rushed this one so bad :/

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villain and violent

geum seongje x fem! reader (one shot) | weak hero class 2 ★

pairing: geum seongje x fem! reader (brief go hyuntak x fem! reader)

wc: 4,6k

genre: angst/comfort, jealousy, romance, established relationship

warnings: canon violence, abusive relationship dynamics, manipulative behavior, cigarettes, intended lowercase, usage of y/n, bittersweet ending

summary: you always knew that your boyfriend was violent, but after witnessing what he did to go hyuntak, the dynamics in your relationship shift drastically.

author’s note: i saw discussions online about whether hyuntak’s knee injury was caused by seongje or baekjin, but i’ve always seen it as seongje’s doing, so that’s what this story is inspired by. let me know in the comments what do you think about this! i’m lowkey unsatisfied with the ending but oh well (｡ᵕ ◞ _◟)

darkkdramaficswriter

Series masterlist

Bittersweet revenge

Pairings: dark! Geum seongje x female reader

Summary: He seduced you for revenge.He ruined you for fun. But when his broken, pregnant victim has nowhere else to go, Geum Seongje finds himself playing a role he never rehearsed: protector.

Warnings: NONCON, stalking, emotional manipulation, betrayal,dysfunctional family, lost of virginity, pregnancy, angst, reader gets kicked out house.

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