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what would they do if another guy tries to ask you out? - yoon gamin, ma minhwan, phi hanwool

how he takes care of you when you are sick - yoon gamin, ma minhwan, phi hanwool

1. minhwan

he’s definitely all smiles and all on the outside but i feel like he gets jealous very easily??? he needs your attention 24/7 he cant be second priority to you.

2. sehyun

he is abit insecure so he cant help but be jealous when he sees you talking to guys. just give him some reassurance and he’ll be ok!

3. jun

i think hes more like a silly jealous. not serious at all. i mean it makes sense that people will want to talk you! you’re the best after all.

will fight any guy who tries to talk to you. but now that hes king jun, most people leave you alone ^^

4. hanwool / gamin / geonyeob

i cant rank them because they dont need to be jealous and i feel like they trust you 100%.

with hanwool and geonyeob they know what they are worth(?) and they know you wont leave them or anything like that.

but with gamin its more like hes not even aware. even if you try to make him jealous he still wouldn’t be because he just sees the best of everyone.

some guy is talking to you? oh he must be asking for directions and definitely not your phone number!

-🦭

HANWOOL??? DEROGATORY???? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

why....

(Lowkey smash) -🦭

spoilers under cut

i’m so minhwan starved it’s insane💔💔 have a lovely day or night !!!

wahhh thank you so much for the kind words 🥹🥹🥹🥹 the recent post has been in the drafts for a while but i finally got the motivation to write it LOL

and me too tbh i miss minhwan so bad we are going insane together

HANWOOL gets concerned when you don't show up to the rooftop during lunch time like you usually do. He pulls out his phone to text you but sees one unread message from you. Clicking into it, it reads:

y/n [11:31 AM] hanwool! im not going to school today lol hanwool [12:30 PM] hey sorry i didn't see your message why are you not here today?? y/n [12:31 PM] i'm sick TT

As soon as he sees your message, he is calling his driver to take him out of school, leaving a confused Minhwan who was also at the rooftop with him.

When he arrives at your place, he doesn't knock, he is already unlocking the door with the spare key you've given him. "Y/n?" He calls out to you. From the couch, you glance up, a little surprised. “Hm? Oh, hey Hanwool. What brings you (cough) here?” In an instant he’s at your side, pressing a warm bottle of water into your hands. You don’t even argue. Wrapped in blankets, you let yourself sink into the cushions as he moves around the apartment taking care of your chores.

You spend the rest of the day like that: resting, watching him, and realizing there’s a quiet comfort in being looked after.

y/n [8:24 AM] send help im sick

This what was MINHWAN woke up to on a Saturday morning. He wasn't used to getting up early, especially not on the weekends as well. But as soon as he saw your message, he is already out the door to go see you.

You’re sprawled on the bed, wrapped in blankets, miserable and coughing. Minhwan leans against the doorframe, one eyebrow raised, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Well, well… look at you,” he says, tilting his head. “All weak and pitiful… someone’s sick, huh? Poor thing.”

You groan, “Minhwan.... don't start... I feel awful right now…”

He strolls over and plops down beside you, smirk still in place. “Aww… Someone looks like they need my help~ Come on, say the magic word~~”

“Minhwan, shut up. I’ll kick you out of my room.” you snap, swatting at him weakly.

He gasps dramatically, clutching his chest. “Gahh, Y/n! You’re so mean! Is this how you thank your prince charming for coming to save you when you’re sick?”

You cough into your blanket, glaring, but there’s no hiding the small smile tugging at your lips.

Minhwan leans closer, “I brought water and medicine. And this is the thanks I get?” He tilts his head, feigning offense.

“Minhwan…” you groan, burying your face in the pillow.

“Yeah?” he asks, brushing a stray strand of hair from your forehead, though his smirk never fades. “You look way too cute being all helpless like this."

At first, GAMIN doesn’t think too much of it when you don’t show up at his classroom during break like you usually do. Maybe you’re just busy. Maybe you had something else to do. He shrugs it off, but by lunchtime, when you're still nowhere to be found—he's concerned.

He starts texting you immediately.

“Y/N??” “Are you okay?” “Are you not at school today?”

And when the school day ends and he still hasn’t gotten a single reply from you? That’s when he starts lowkey freaking out. The second the final bell rings, he’s already halfway out his seat, practically sprinting to your classroom.

But when he gets there and sees your seat empty? Yeah—full panic mode.

The moment he hears from your classmates that you were absent because you were sick, he doesn’t even stop to think. He’s already on his way to your place, running like his life depends on it.

You, on the other hand, are barely alive. The flu hit you like a truck, and you’ve been knocked out in bed all day. When the sound of your doorbell ringing like a maniac finally drags you out of unconsciousness, you stumble to the door with a throbbing headache and half your soul missing.

“…Gamin?” you blink, opening the door.

His hands immediately grab your shoulders, eyes wide with worry. “Y/N?? Are you alright?? What happened?”

“Yeah, sorry… I didn’t have the strength to text you that I’m sick and wouldn’t be coming today,” you mumble, voice hoarse.

“It’s okay,” he says quickly, brushing your hair out of your face. “Are you feeling okay now?”

“Not really, haha…” you admit, and shuffle back into your bed.

He follows, tucking you in so gently like you’re made of glass. And then, without another word, he disappears—only to return a while later with bags full of medicine, water, porridge, snacks, and probably half the convenience store.

You wake up to the smell of warm porridge drifting in from your living room. Gamin is by your side, spoon in hand, ready to feed you like it’s his life mission.

He ends up staying the night, sleeping on your floor with your extra blanket (because you didn't want him to get sick too), just to make sure you’re okay.

(Good thing his mom’s in America and has no idea.)

All that matters is that you’re okay. He wouldn’t be able to sleep otherwise.

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im sorry!!😣

GAMIN

tbh when he first saw a guy talking to you, he didn't think too much of it.

but when he sees how you are looking around nervously, he is standing by your seat in an instant, looking at the guy.

"hey y/n~ what are you doing after school? do you want to hang out?"

"no, sorry-"

"come on, it will be fun~"

"do you not understand? she said no" gamin is looming over your seat.

when the guy sees gamin, he instantly backed off: "s-sorry!!! please don't kill me!!!" and runs off

gamin: "? i wasn't going to kill him"

you thanked gamin for saving you from the guy's pestering

"of course, a guy should stop asking when the girl already says no."

he's a gentleman!!!!!

MINHWAN

yeah.... rip to whoever is asking you out

i mean,, how did the guy not know you're minhwan's?

to be fair, the guy is new around town, and he happens to see you waiting for minhwan

"hey girlie, you here alone? wanna hang out?"

oh boy.

before you could even answer, minhwan's (toy?) gun is already in the guy's face

poor guy is scared as hell

"hey~~ what do you think would happen if i shoot this~~" minhwan says in a singsong voice

his face darkens, "if you don't want to find out. then fucking scram. she's mine."

you're just standing there like.. Bro it's not that serious

"minhwan! why would you do that! i was going to reject him anyways."

"he should have know you were mine to begin with~"

HANWOOL

another poor lad who is new around the school and does not know who you were...

but you were from another school and came to visit hanwool for fun

technically everyone in the school knew who you were cuz you know... boss' son's gf

you were leaning by the windows, waiting outside hanwool's classroom and some guy noticed you

bro had the nerve to put his hand at the space next to you, trying to pin you against the window

“whats a gorgeous girl like you waiting around here for?”

you looked up at him from your phone in pure disgust

whatever the guy was going to say next, he didnt get to. because hanwool’s lackeys had already flung the guy all the way to the end of the hallway

“w-what the hell?” the guy stammers, his face was bruised from the impact

hanwool steps out of the classroom, expression calm but his eyes were sharp

"you think you can just talk to my girl?"

the guy tries to stand, but hanwool's lackeys pushes him down

"boss what do we do we him?"

hanwool slings an arm around your shoulder and led you away while motioning his hands to his minions

"do whatever you want with him"

his minions grinned and cracked their knuckles

rip...

You knew something was off the moment you stepped inside.

Not in the obvious way. The lights were off, sure, but you'd come home to that plenty of times. No distant noise from the neighbor's apartment—still, not completely unusual.

You stood still in the doorway, keys still in hand, trying to locate the source of your discomfort. Then came that feeling.

A tightening at the base of your neck. A heaviness between your shoulder blades.

The eerie awareness of being watched.

You reached, slowly for your phone.

"Didn't think I'd still remember where you kept the spare key."

The voice was unmistakable.

You turned sharply, not out of courage but instinct, and there he was—MA MINHWAN, standing in the living room like a memory made flesh. Or a ghost. You weren't sure which disturbed you more.

His appearance had changed from the last time you saw him. The once vibrant hair now hung in limp, uneven strands. His face, drawn and shadowed, revealed how little sleep he'd had. There was no sign of the person he used to be.

Minhwan tilted his head. He didn't smile, not fully. He just studied your reaction with a calculating gaze.

"You're not going to say hi?"

You took a deep breath, spoke before you could think better of it.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

A beat of silence followed. He regarded you as though the question were beneath him.

"You look well." he offered instead.

"How the hell did you get out?"

Minhwan didn't answer. Instead, a slow, shallow smile spread across his face, unbothered.

"Don't worry about it."

It wasn't even evasion. It was dismissal.

You took a step back. Then another. The door was behind you.

"You shouldn't be here, Minhwan."

He raised an eyebrow, quiet for a moment.

"You left. You didn't visit."

You met his gaze, steady.

"I didn't visit because I meant it," you said, every word carefully measured. "We're done. I don't want to be part of whatever twisted thing you're doing."

He chuckled softly. The sound was dry. Unamused.

"You think it ends just because you say so?"

No inflection of anger. Only disbelief. Like you'd misunderstood the rules of a game he'd never explained.

His eyes flickered briefly past you—to the door.

You noticed. So did he.

A silence stretched, thick and suffocating.

You didn't give yourself time to think. You moved—quickly, turning away, reaching for the knob.

Before you could turn the knob—

You froze.

Cold metal met the base of your spine—distinct, heavy, unmistakable.

A gun. 

You didn’t have to turn around to know.

His voice came low, almost gentle.

"Touch that door, and I pull the trigger."

Your hand hovered inches from the knob.

You didn't move. You barely breathed.

The silence rang louder than any threat. It stretched and stretched, until it felt like your body would snap under it.

Your lungs refused to cooperate. Every cell in your body screamed at you to run.

But you didn’t move.

You stared ahead, at the door you could no longer open. At the life just inches away, suddenly unreachable.

Behind you, you could feel his breath. Calm. Certain.

“You’re home now,” Minhwan said, as if that settled it. As if that made it true.

A beat passed.

Then another.

You closed your eyes.

And didn’t move.