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TEXTS WITH EX!SUGANG.
BRAVE CITIZEN SMAU.

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Weak hero boys with a reader who keeps insulting them!!
⤡ Contains: Jokes, constant insults, humor, drama, non-canon hehe. ⤡ Pairing: Seongje Geum x Reader, Baek Jin x Reader, Baku x Reader, Gotak x Reader, Juntae x Reader (individual interactions in the same universe). ⤡ Word count: Approximately 2k words. . ⤡ Warnings:Mild language, innuendo, explicit dialogue.
Yeon Sieun
In the library after class The library was completely silent, except for the sound of Sieun meticulously turning the pages. You were sitting across from him, supposedly studying, but you'd been fiddling with an eraser for twenty minutes.
"Hey, you damn android," you whispered, breaking the deathly silence.
Sieun didn't even look up from his physics book.
"I'm talking to you, you fucking deaf-brain," you said a little louder, stretching your leg under the table to give him a light kick in the shin. "Stop burning the midnight oil with that crap. You're already number one, what more do you want? A life? Because you need one, you miserable wretch."
Sieun sighed almost imperceptibly. He closed the book halfway, keeping his index finger between the pages so as not to lose his mark, and looked at you with his fixed, cold eyes.
"What do you want?" he asked in his flat voice.
You threw a small metal thermos you'd brought in your backpack at him. It landed on the table with a thud.
"Stop with that poison. It's ginger tea with honey," you snarled, crossing your arms and glancing at the bookshelves. "I had to put up with your dry coughs the whole damn literature class, and you gave me a headache. Drink it and shut up. If you die of pneumonia, I'll have no one left to copy my calculus homework from, you useless piece of shit."
Sieun looked at the thermos. It was warm. He knew perfectly well that ginger was good for the sore throat he'd had since morning. He also knew you'd gone to the cafeteria just to get hot water to make it for him.
Without a word, he unscrewed the lid. Steam filled the space between you. He took a slow sip and felt immediate relief in his chest.
"It's sweet," Sieun said, looking back at you.
âOf course I wasnât going to give you rat poison, you idiot!â you replied, your face slightly red, abruptly opening your notebook. âKeep reading your garbage and leave me alone.â Sieun didnât respond, but he didnât put his headphones back on. He continued studying while sipping from his thermos, finding a strange comfort in your scolding.
Ahn Suho
Outside his delivery job It was almost eleven at night. Suho had just parked his motorcycle in front of the fast-food restaurant, stretching his arms with a grimace of pain. His back was aching from the double shift.
âHey! You lazy bum!â he heard a shrill voice from the corner.
Suho turned and immediately smiled when he saw you walking toward him, dragging your feet and carrying a plastic bag.
âOh, my favorite curse alarm. What are you doing up so late?â "It's dangerous for a dwarf," Suho mocked, getting out of the vehicle.
"Shut your damn mouth before I punch it in, you idiot!" you yelled, standing in front of him. You slammed the plastic bag against his chest. "Here. I was forced to buy this and I don't like it." Suho opened the bag. Inside was a muscle pain ointment and two ridiculously expensive back heat patches.
"Let me guess⌠you were 'forced' to buy back pain patches the very day I complained about my back hurting?" Suho raised an eyebrow, grinning from ear to ear.
"I told you to shut up, you moron!" You punched him in the shoulder, careful not to hurt him. "You're always whining like an eighty-year-old man, and I'm fed up with you. You're putting that crap on your back today." I don't want you driving like an idiot tomorrow and crashing into a truck, because I'm not going to your damn funeral to cry for you. I'm too lazy to wear black.
Suho let out a clean laugh, one of those that made his eyes crinkle. He took a step forward and grabbed your neck with his arm, ruffling your hair with his other hand while you struggled and showered him with creative insults.
"You're very sweet in your own way, you know?" Suho said, laughing as you nudged him in the ribs. "Thanks. It really hurt."
"Let go of me, you walking pest, you smell like motorcycle exhaust!" you yelled, even though your grip on his jacket wasn't really to push him away.
Oh Beomseok
At the Convenience Store Beomseok was sitting at the plastic tables outside the store, staring blankly at his phone, his shoulders slumped. He'd just had a terrible fight with his adoptive father and felt like the worst piece of trash in the world. His self-esteem was at rock bottom. A pack of tissues and a can of cold grape soda hit the table, startling him.
"Stop making that damn abandoned dog face, Beomseok, you're depressing me," you said, sitting down noisily in the plastic chair in front of you. "Oh⌠hi," he said, quickly wiping his eyes, trying to hide the fact that he'd been crying. "Don't wipe anything, I already saw your frog eyes," you blurted out, opening your own drink. "Who the hell made you make that idiotic face? Tell me their name so I can go smash their windows with rocks." Beomseok lowered his head, fidgeting with his fingers. "It's nothing⌠it's just that⌠sometimes I feel like I'm useless. Like I'm a burden to Suho and Sieun." You slammed the can down on the table so hard that some of the liquid splashed out. "Are you an idiot or were you born by a Teletubby?" you yelled, making Beomseok jump. "Listen to me, you moron. If you were a burden, Sieun would have already ignored you and Suho would have told you to get lost, because those two don't have time to waste on trash. If they're with you, it's because they care about you, and if you keep calling yourself a burden, you're telling me I have bad taste in friends. Are you calling me stupid, Beomseok?" "No!" âNo, not at all, I didnât mean toâŚâ he stammered, scared but puzzled by the logic of your argument. âWell then, shut up and drink your damn soda!â you ordered, pointing your finger at him. âYouâre part of the group, whether you like it or not, you fucking weakling. So suck it up and stop crying in corners like a fool. Open your eyes and realize youâre worth something.â Beomseok looked at the can of grape, his favorite flavor. Then he looked at you, huffing and puffing, staring out at the street with a frown, arms crossed. For the first time all night, Beomseok felt the lump in his throat disappear. A small, genuine smile appeared on his face. No one had ever spoken to him so rudely, but, ironically, the insults coming from your mouth sounded more honest and protective than any kind word heâd ever heard at home.
Juntae
The school library was deserted late in the afternoon. At one of the tables in the back, Juntae was hunched over his textbooks. His shoulders were tense, and his gaze was lost in the pages, unable to concentrate because his hands were still shaking from his run-in with the class bullies in the hallway.
Suddenly, a chair in front of him was scraped with a screech that made him jump in fright, hastily adjusting his glasses.
"Stop making that damn dog-killed-a-car face, Juntae, you're giving me a stomachache," you said bluntly, throwing your backpack onto the wooden table.
"Oh⌠Hi," Juntae mumbled, immediately lowering his head so you wouldn't notice his slightly watery eyes. "Sorry⌠I didn't mean to bother you." I'm about to leave if I'm bothering you⌠"Are you an idiot or do you work out in the mornings?" you snapped, crossing your arms and staring at him. "Who the hell said you're bothering me? You sit there and don't move. You have to explain what you said about classes; I didn't understand a thing. If you leave, I'll find you and kick your legs, four-eyes."
Juntae blinked, completely taken aback by your aggression, but remained frozen in his chair.
You rudely reached into your backpack and pulled out a carton of apple juice and a chocolate bar. You slammed them down on top of his open notebook.
"Eat that up quickly, you piece of shit," you growled, glancing at the bookshelves. "You look like death warmed over, you're paler than Sieun. I bet those idiots in the back stole your lunch money again, and you haven't eaten a thing. Eat already." I don't want you to faint here and make me carry you, because you weigh a ton and I'm too lazy.
Juntae looked at the chocolate and the juice. His hands, which had been trembling with fear and helplessness, were now trembling with excitement. In a school where everyone either trampled on him or ignored him, you had noticed that he was hungry and scared.
"Thank youâŚ" he whispered, his voice a little shaky, carefully opening the chocolate. "Really⌠thank you. I promise not to faint."
"Well, you'd better, you lazy bastard!" you replied, reluctantly opening your own book. "Open the juice and shut up. I came here to study, not to listen to your whining."
Juntae felt his cheeks flush bright pink. He adjusted his glasses with a small smile hidden behind his book. Your insults didn't hurt him; On the contrary, they felt like a rough but honest shield that made him feel, for the first time that day, completely safe.
Park Humin Baku was sprawled on a park bench with his eyes closed, soaking up the afternoon sun after a rough fight. You came along and, without warning, smashed a thick math notebook right into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him.
"Get up, you illiterate brute!" you yelled, crossing your arms in front of him. "The teacher said if you don't hand in this damn paper, you're going to be suspended from the team. And I'm not going to let them suspend you because then I'll have to put up with your fat gorilla wailing every day. Move your damn hands and write!"
Baku sat bolt upright, groaning and scratching his disheveled head as he stared at the numbers in utter terror.
"Oh, come on! You know my brain isn't good for this!" Baku protested, making a huge pout. "I'd rather get beaten up by three Hyongshin guys than solve a damn equation." Besides, the letters move!
"They move because you're stupid, musclehead!" you smacked him on the back of the head. "Shut your mouth and copy what I tell you. If you get even one answer wrong, I swear I'll break your other leg myself so you'll actually have an excuse not to go to school. You're a huge animal, but you have the brain of a walnut, you moron."
Baku let out a loud laugh, settled back on the bench, and clumsily picked up the pencil. He loved it when you forced him to do things he'd never do on his own, even if it took you three hours of pure creative insults to get him to write his name.
Gotak
You were walking down the street at night, sharing a pair of earbuds connected to the same phone. Gotak had just put on a super loud, heavy underground rap song that he loved. Three seconds later, you yanked the cable, roughly ripping the earbud out of his ear.
"Take that damn noisy crap out of your ear, Gotak!" you yelled in his ear. "It sucks. It sounds like a bunch of cans banging together in a garbage truck. You're going to burst my eardrum, you deaf bastard. Your taste in music is enough to make me cry."
"Hey! What the hell is wrong with you?!" Gotak yelled back, turning red with rage and snatching the phone from you.
"It's a great song! You only listen to plastic music for dumb girls! You don't know anything about real rhythm, you crazy lunatic!" "I don't give a damn about your sewer rhythm!" "You replied, giving him a shove with your shoulder that made him stumble.
"Put on something decent before I throw your phone down the drain, you miserable wretch. You're so empty-headed, I bet mosquitoes go in one ear and out the other." Gotak huffed furiously, cursing under his breath, but ended up changing the song to a calmer pop-rock track he knew you liked, just to get you to stop bothering him. "I already changed it, shut your mouth, you damn chatterbox!" Gotak grumbled, roughly but gently putting the earbud back in your ear. "You better, lackey," you replied, walking beside him as you silently shared the rhythm, Gotak still frowning but secretly happy that you were there bothering him.
Seongje The internet cafe was dark, filled with smoke and the clatter of keyboards. Seongje sat in front of the monitor, his eyes bloodshot, violently moving the mouse while playing a first-person shooter. You were at the computer next to him, losing for the fifth time in a row.
"Move it, you damn retard!" you yelled, slamming your fist on the keyboard. "I told you to watch my damn back, you piece of trash! Are you playing with your eyes closed or what?" Seongje didn't take his eyes off the screen, but a twisted, creepy smile spread across his face. He loved it when you went wild.
"Shut your mouth, shorty. You got killed for being slow," he muttered in his drawling, cold voice. "Stop yelling at me if you don't want me to smash this computer over your head."
"Try it, you lazy psychopath!" "Let's see if you have the guts to do it," you snapped, giving him a sharp punch on the shoulder. After a while, you pulled a squashed sandwich and a can of energy drink out of your backpack and slammed them down next to his keyboard. "Eat that already, you miserable wretch. You've been glued to that screen for like twelve hours without eating. You look like death warmed over. If you collapse here, I'm not carrying your ugly corpse to the hospital; I'm leaving you lying in the hallway, you idiot."
Seongje let out a hoarse laugh that made the other kids at the computers turn around in fright. He grabbed the sandwich with his pale hands and took a huge bite without taking his eyes off the monitor.
"You're crazy," Seongje said, his eyes shining with pure amusement. "But I like this poison. Buy me another can if I win the round again, you grouch." "Go to hell, find your own slave, you parasite!" "âyou answered, even though you were already searching your pockets for coins for the next drink. Seongje was fascinated that you were the only person who didn't flinch at his dangerous gaze."
Baek Jin
The atmosphere was thick with tension. Baek Jin sat in the middle of a seedy pool hall, surrounded by shady characters who owed him money. He just watched coldly as his underlings pressured the debtors. Out of nowhere, you burst in, kicking an empty chair and shattering the oppressive atmosphere.
You walked straight up to Jin, snatched the expensive metal lighter from his hand, and sat on the arm of his chair without asking permission.
"Hey, you two-bit thug, give me some money for the machines or get me a cigarette, I'm dying of boredom here," you snapped, nudging him in the shoulder with your elbow. "This place reeks of old people, and your damn lapdogs won't let me play in peace. Do something useful for once in your miserable life instead of sitting there like a damn mannequin."
The debt collectors froze, waiting for Jin to order you to be beaten up for disrupting his business. However, Baek Jin only let out an amused snort. He slowly took the lighter from your hands and pulled a wad of bills from his jacket pocket, throwing it in your face.
"Take this and go spend it before I punch you in the mouth, you noisy bitch," Baek Jin said, his face as serious as ever. "You're scaring away my customers with your crazy screams."
"I don't give a damn about your ugly customers and your filthy money!" you retorted, catching the bills in midair. "But I'll keep it anyway because you owe me for putting up with your ugly face. Don't die today, you miserable wretch, because tomorrow I want you to buy me clothes."
You turned away counting the money, while Jin went back to his business with a small, amused grin on his face. Your disrespect was the only thing that broke his boredom.
dead weight
pairing: geum seongje x fem!reader
wc: 5k
summary: youâve been running empty for days, just the hollow motions of existing. when seongje finds you at a convenience store at 3 AM, barely recognizable without your usual armor of makeup and carefully maintained appearance, he doesnât ask if youâre okay. he already knows youâre not.
content: fluff, hurt/comfort, mentions of depression/lack of energy/lack of appetite/dissociation, seongje helps you shower, nonsexual nudity, seongje typical smoking, cuddling, hwangmo shows up for like one paragraph, reader is mentioned to typically wear makeup
based off this request. role reversal version here.
Hi! I just read your story Golden cage with Han Sugang x reader đ I was wondering if you could make another part with them? Where she gets pregnant and gives birth and how they are as a family? đĽš
Han Su-gang | Golden cage pt. 2
Summary: After a week of distance, your obsessive husband Su-gang's jealousy is unleashed until you both discover the reason for your rejection.
Warnings: +18, smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, size difference, dirty talk, yandere!Su-gang, obsession, romanticization of toxic behavior, jealousy, possessiveness, insecurity, threats, pregnancy, hormonal shifts, mentally unstable fem!reader.Â
Note: English is not my first language so feel free to tell me if there are any mistakes.
Part 1
The mansion the Han family had gifted you as a wedding present no longer felt like foreign and hostile territory. As the months bled into one another, you had learned how to inhabit it⌠how to walk across its polished marble floors without the constant fear of tripping and how to recognize the distinct sound of your husband's footsteps long before he even crossed the threshold.
random texts with bf! geum seongje [4]
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geum seongje as your new plug pt 2.
contains reader and seongje getting closer, seongje getting jealous, annoying people sticking their nose in other people's business.
content warnings mentions of drugs and gang activity.
spiker and his setter :D
woof!
the wolf and the puppy
pairing: geum seongje x you
genre: avoidants deniably attached
warnings: porn without plot, praise kink with degrading kink (?), petnames, swallowing cum
word count: 1.4k+ words
synopsis: The wolf demonstrates how to tame a puppy.
A/N: honestly just wrote this in the middle of writing my shse fic so let it slide if something doesn;t make sense lmao. love lots, enjoy reading!
It is not a secret that putting up with other peopleâs attitude is not and will never be Seongjeâs forte.
With how he ticks at the slightest showcase of slow-wittedness and incompetence, every member of Union avoids pairing themselves to him, hence he earned the nickname âThe Lone Wolfâ.
However, you had never been fond of people who act superior and all mighty among their peers. Thereâs this certain hate that boils inside you whenever you encounter a stupid hierarchy system in groups where the âseniorsâ does less work but earns more.
Which is why the moment you see Geum Seongje strutting along the bowling alley, scoffing and brushing off members who greet him, and acting like some God, you made your one-sided vendetta right then and there.
the wolf and the puppy
pairing: geum seongje x you
genre: avoidants deniably attached
warnings: porn without plot, praise kink with degrading kink (?), petnames, swallowing cum
word count: 1.4k+ words
synopsis: The wolf demonstrates how to tame a puppy.
A/N: honestly just wrote this in the middle of writing my shse fic so let it slide if something doesn;t make sense lmao. love lots, enjoy reading!
It is not a secret that putting up with other peopleâs attitude is not and will never be Seongjeâs forte.
With how he ticks at the slightest showcase of slow-wittedness and incompetence, every member of Union avoids pairing themselves to him, hence he earned the nickname âThe Lone Wolfâ.
However, you had never been fond of people who act superior and all mighty among their peers. Thereâs this certain hate that boils inside you whenever you encounter a stupid hierarchy system in groups where the âseniorsâ does less work but earns more.
Which is why the moment you see Geum Seongje strutting along the bowling alley, scoffing and brushing off members who greet him, and acting like some God, you made your one-sided vendetta right then and there.

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So where are all the freaky voyeur Lee kang fanfics at?
Fever & Favors
⤡ Contains: Fluff, hurt/comfort, humor, drama, webtoon canon-divergence. ⤡ Pairing: Seongje Geum x Reader (Female) ⤡ Word count: Approximately 1,234 words. ⤡ Warnings: Mild language, suggestiveness, explicit dialogue.
The atmosphere in the internet cafe was strangely calm today, even though Seongje was deep in business. You were sitting comfortably on his lap, your back against his chest, completely engrossed in your phone as he spoke to one of his henchmen.
"You need to bring more phones," Seongje ordered firmly, unfazed by your presence. "And make sure they're clean, preferably the kind those rich kids use. I don't want any traces." While he continued issuing orders about the phones, you opened the Instagram camera on your phone and started experimenting with funny filters. You chuckled at one of a dog that stuck its tongue out every time you opened your mouth. Carefully, you raised your phone so Seongje was in the frame. Just as he finished speaking, you pressed the shutter button. Noticing this, he didn't complain or move away; Since he was in a good mood and relaxed today, he simply looked at the camera and sighed, letting you take the picture with the digital dog ears.
Shortly after, the footman bowed and left, leaving you two alone. You stretched, suddenly feeling your body heavy, and blew a little through your nose. It was time to go home, but you had a terrible flu that had been plaguing you since morning. Seeing that you could barely stand, Seongje wouldn't let you go alone and took you himself. On the way, he didn't stop complaining.
"It's obvious you were going to get sick, you don't know how to take care of yourself," he grumbled, crossing his arms as he walked beside you.
"You don't know how to take care of yourself either," you mocked, your voice a little hoarse from coughing. "You always end up covered in bruises."
"That's different, I'm in business," he retorted arrogantly. "You, on the other hand, freeze at the slightest breeze." You'll see at home whether I can take care of you or not.
You laughed weakly at his pride. As soon as you arrived at your apartment, you threw yourself straight onto the sofa, wrapped in a blanket. Seongje stood in the middle of the living room, looking at you with his hands in his pockets, as if waiting for instructions from his new "boss."
Taking advantage of the situation, you looked at him from the sofa with pleading eyes.
"Since you're here and you said you were going to take care of me⌠can you put the laundry in?" you asked with a mischievous smile.
Seongje rolled his eyes and let out a dry laugh. He walked over to the sofa and plopped down heavily next to you, taking out his own cell phone to check it.
"That's not going to help cure your flu," he replied without looking at you, casually scrolling through his phone screen.
You pouted dramatically, tugging at the sleeve of his expensive jacket.
"Hey! You're my boyfriend, you should listen to me," you complained, making him glance at you. "At least make me some hot soup, please." Seongje looked at you for a couple of seconds, feigning annoyance, but the slight smile that appeared on his lips betrayed him. He put his phone in his pocket, tapped you lightly on the forehead with his finger, and reluctantly got up to go to the kitchen.
"Only because I'm hungry," he grumbled from the kitchen, even though the clatter of pots could already be heard.
In the end, Seongje ended up in the kitchen making a hellish racket with the pots and pans and complaining that the place was too small. When he brought you your plate, he sat down next to you, took the spoon from your hand, and started feeding you himself. "Open your mouth and eat it all, I don't have time to put up with your whims," ââhe said in that deep, demanding voice, though he kept wiping the corner of your lips with his thumb every time you spilled something, telling you that you were a mess, staring at you intently to make sure you swallowed every bite. You spent the rest of the night on the couch; he took over almost the entire space, forcing you to lie on his chest while his large hands slipped under your clothes to lazily stroke your back, making it perfectly clear that you were his as you drifted off to sleep with a fever.
The next morning, the ringtone of his cell phone woke you up. You shifted in the sheets, seeking his warmth, but Seongje was already standing in front of the mirror, buttoning his shirt with an impeccable, haughty air, smoothing his hair as if he were going to a parade, not a gang meeting. Knowing he was leaving, you threw a tantrum. You sat up in bed, stretching your arms out toward him with a pout.
"Don't go," you pleaded, your voice husky with a mini-pout.
Seongje glanced at your reflection in the mirror and let out a nasal, smug laugh. He turned slowly, shoving his hands in his pockets as he scanned you from head to toe with those dark eyes.
"I have more important things to do than sit around watching you sniffle," he retorted with an arrogant smile. "I was generous enough taking care of you last night. You should be grateful you're still alive." You didn't care about his harsh tone. You jumped out of bed barefoot, walked quickly to him, and grabbed his jacket lapels tightly. You stood on your tiptoes and kissed him passionately, trying to bite his lower lip to hold him there. Seongje took half a second to respond; he gripped your waist firmly, pressing your hips against his with a possessive thrust that left you breathless, devouring your mouth for a few moments. But when he pulled away, he kept that king-of-the-world smile.
"Nice try, but I'm leaving anyway," he said, his lips brushing yours as he enjoyed watching you pursue him. "Baekjin's calling me, and I have to go to the Union." You frowned, annoyed by his damn ego, and decided to play dirty, giving him a mischievous look.
"But Baekjin isn't going to give you a blowjob if you stay, is he?" Seongje stopped dead in his tracks. He held your gaze for a couple of seconds, one eyebrow raised. He pursed his lips, tilting his head as if he were seriously considering the offer. Then, a smug, brazen smile spread across his face. He took a step forward, trapping you against his body.
"You'll do it to me anyway when I get back," he retorted in a lower voice, laced with a stupid, sensual confidence. "So it doesn't matter."
You turned bright red, but you shoved him in the chest, turning away proudly.
"If you leave now, I won't do a damn thing to you. Forget it." Seongje let out a clean, loud laugh, thoroughly enjoying your frustration and wounded pride. Before you could take two steps away, he grabbed your arm roughly but carefully, pulling you against his chest from behind. He planted a quick but heavy kiss on your lips, biting your lower lip before letting go.
"We'll see if you're begging me tonight," he teased near your ear, giving your rear a cheeky slap before walking toward the door. "Take your pills and shower if you still have a fever, and I'll call you later. Answer, baby, don't play hard to get."
Pt. 8, Pt. 9
summary: You owe him. For what?â letâs just say you and Seongje have a history that haunts you to this day.
content warning: mdni, strong language, drugs, guns, gunshots, knifes, smoking, violence
word count: 3 997
first of all ur so cool! i read your geum seongje fic and i completely adore it ! I was thinking if you could write something for Geum Seongje or Kang Woo-young fluff when you are free>< No pressure ^^
Not alone anymore
đđđ˘đŤđ˘đ§đ : Geum seongje x reader
đđđ§đŤđ: angst/comfort
đđđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: cussing
đđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛: your boyfriend has been acting weird lately, then one random night, he starts crying to you for the first time ever.
đđŽđđĄđ¨đŤđŹ đ§đ¨đđ: okay so like I promised myself Iâd make this purely fluff but I couldnât help but make it a little angsty, also alsoooo!! I know this is lowk ooc but like cmon my baby should also get to show and express his feelings fr, i hope itâs still enjoyable lmao. Happy reading!đ¤
it all started with lunch break at school.
you were eating lunch together like you usually do whenever seongje actually bothers to even come to school, that is. you had been ranting about something stupid your friend had said the other day for a good 10 minutes now, in between sentences, you had noticed that seongje hadnât chimed in yet, which you found slightly weird because hes usually pretty active in conversations, he would ask where it happened, would leave a snarky comment about the ridiculous situation, but he sat in front of you silently, he was there, sure, but it didnt feel like he was mentally there, staring off at a spot somewhere behind your shoulder, it wasnât anything too unusual, heâs capable of being quiet sometimes, so, naturally, you brushed it off and continued speaking, and in the end you asked him a question, he didnât answer, so you repeated yourself, and finally, he looked up at you.
"what?"Â
"what do you mean 'what'? did you listen to anything i said?" you were a tiny bit annoyed now, clearly youâve been talking to wall for the past 15 minutes.
"fuckin...yes, yes i was listening." now he too seemed annoyed, so, naturally, you decided not to push him any farther, maybe he just had a bad day, you convinced yourself.
the next day, you had called him late at night, its normal for you and seongje to call for hours on end at night, talking about absolutely everything until the clock strikes 2am, and it started off like that, kinda. you talked about your day for a minute or two, and when seongje was fairly quiet on the other end, maybe even slightly dismissive, you were confused.
"hey, seongje, you tired?" you asked suddenly after almost a minute of silence, voice hesitant.
"yeah." his answer was dry, short, it wasnât very seongje-like.
"do you...want me to let you sleep?"Â
"yeah, thatâd be great."
you could feel your heart clench the second he said that, is he mad at me? you thought. "yeah...okay, Iâll see you tomorrow then."
"sounds good."Â
"bye, i love you..."Â
"mhm, love you too." he muttered dryly before hanging up, and you were left staring at your phone, wondering whats made him act so weird, you knew for a fact you hadnât done anything to upset him lately, so why is he acting like this?
on the third day, you had dragged seongje with you while hanging out with your group of friends, you knew he wasnât the biggest fan of your friend group, but usually, he tolerates them and mostly just talks to you, maybe sometimes chimes in if one of your friends says something actually worth talking about. now you were all sitting on a bench at a court, it was pretty late, but none of you were really tired, everyone was joking around and having fun, you had also bought some soju, so some of you were a little tipsy. one of your friends made a remark about how seongje was a little quiet, it was all in good faith, really, your friend was only trying to lighten him up a little, but clearly, he didnât take it well.
"say that again and see what fucking happens, yeah?" he didnt yell, didnt show too much emotion either, he was eerily calm when he said it, but because of his reputation, everyone immedietely went dead silent, and you cocked your head to him in the matter of a second, a slightly worried look in your eyes, because this wasnt seongje, yeah, he has a short temper, he fights people for fun, he gets angry if anyone looks at him for too long, but this wasnât right, he knew this friend of yours, hes never snapped at her like that, shes made jokes about him before, and he always brushes it off or lets out a humorous scoff, but clearly he wasnât taking any shit today.
your friend let out a nervous laugh "i was just joking, im sorry..."
"yeah? well youâre bad at making jokes then, anyone ever tell you that?" he let out a scoff, like he was making fun of her, trying to humiliate her for a simple joke, and that was all you needed to hear before grabbing his arm and dismissing the two of you to your confused and slightly spooked friends. you didnât mention it to him later on the walk home, purely because you didnt want to nag him, and also because the silence between you two was gruelling, but on the inside, you were worried, to say the least.
when the third day rolled around, last night you had asked him to hangout, but he claimed baekjin was making him work longer that day, so he couldnât, you were suspicious of it to say the least, but yet again, you didnât push it, so your initial plans of hanging out with him today were ruined. when you woke up that morning, you had put on a random hoodie you had laying on the ground that may or may not have been seongjes. you threw on some shorts and went downstairs, luckily your parents werenât home today, so you had the house to yourself. you poured yourself a bowl of cereal, sat down at the counter and pulled out your phone, you took a bite of your cereal, and clicked on seongjes contact, you were hesitant to write him a text, but despite youre hesitance you decided to send him a text anyways, it was just a simple "goodmorning <3" and after you sent it, you let out a sigh, put your phone down and continued eating. after about an hour, you were still sat at the counter, scrolling on your phone, and when you still hadnât gotten a text back, you decided to check your messages with him again, and to your surprise, you were left on read for almost an hour now, and your patience with him was running thin, your thoughts raced faster than your brain could keep up with. is he cheating on me? did i do something? is he mad at me? do i not matter anymore? you quickly snapped yourself out of it, and you decided to just take a nap and try to sleep it off, and for the rest of the day, he didnt answer you, and you didnât send him any more texts.
it was officially the fourth day, and yet again, you and seongje hadnât planned anything, you were still left on read, and convinced he was mad at you, so again, you didnât push him, afraid to make things worse. it was late at night at this point, you had been laying in bed doomscrolling for the whole day, so you decided to atleast get some fresh air by taking a quick trip to the convenience store to buy a late night snack, but what you didnât know, was that while you were picking the snacks you wanna eat for tonight, seongje had a hell of a day, heâd fought si eun, ended up with a fucked up foot, had to visit the police station, then got dragged into the union warehouse by baekjin, and had his loyalty questioned by baekjin, but what stood out was that baekjin hadnât asked if seongje was okay, hadnât asked if his foot was okay, hadnât asked if heâs seriously hurt, no, all baekjin cared about was if he had snitched on baekjin to the police, and thatâs what pissed him off so much, because he shouldnât care, he wasnt the kind of guy to show his emotions or constantly need someone to ask him if heâs okay, but deep down, he craved it, and over the last few days, he had slowly been realising that no one really cares about him, and this encounter definetelly didnât help him think otherwise. now heâs limping his way home, his vision slightly blurry without his glasses, his whole face and body sore, he hated how he felt right now, the feeling of loneliness and hopelessness. the last thing he was expecting was to run into his girlfriend, Y/N.
your brows furrowed the moment you saw your boyfriend, you first glanced at his face, bruises, normal, no glasses? unusual, then you looked down and saw his foot, wrapped in a bandage, and you knew something was wrong, seongje doesnt get this hurt in fights, he usually comes out with a few bruises and a scratch, yeah, but not his glasses missing and his foot ruined.Â
"seongje. why didnât you answer my text? where have you been?" you asked simply, and when he didnât answer that, you asked another question "did something happen?"
he let out a heavy, almost annoyed sigh, placing his hands in his pockets as he moved his gaze to the sky, like he didnt even wanna look at your right now, an exasparated look on his face, you thought surely hes mad at you or atleast someone else with that expression on his face. "why do you care, huh? im fine." his tone was cold, annoyed, he definetelly wasnât fine.
"your clearly not fine!" you were starting to get annoyed, why couldnât he just talk to you?Â
"i said, im fucking fine!" he was yelling now, and you couldnât help but flinch, you couldnât remember the last time seongje actually yelled at you, but you also couldnât help but notice the crack in his voice at the last word, and before she knew it, a tear ran down his cheek, he was quick to cover his face with his hand and wipe it away muttering a curse under his breath, but you stood frozen for a good 3 seconds, the thing was, youâd never seen seongje cry before, even as his girlfriend, it was completely unheard of, but even then, you were quick to snap out of it and hesitantly pull him into a hug, it wasnât quick, it was slow enough that he could pull away if he wanted to, but he didnât. he wasnt full on sobbing, ofcourse not, this was still seongje after all, but you definitely heard a few sniffles come out of him, so you rubbed his back gently, trying your best to comfort him.
"dont." you heard him say right after another sniffle.
"dont what?" you asked, confused, glancing at him.
"dont look at me." he said firmly, but the softness in his voice was there.
"okay, i wonât ." is all you said, and then looked away, instead moving your gaze to your hand that was running through his hair.
you stayed like that for a while, and after seongje calmed down a little, you pulled away from the hug slightly.
"fuck, this is stupid." he muttered while wiping away any tears left on his face.
"no, no its not." you corrected immedietelly.
you two had already started walking home, it was quiet, but it was a comfortable silence, even though seongje felt embarassed, deep deep down, he was pleased, because this was his confirmation that someone did care about him, that someone wanted to know if hes okay, wanted, him to be okay.
"you wanna talk about what happened?" you asked suddenly, you didnt wanna force it out of him, you wanted to make it feel like a choice.
"no, not really."
"okay."
you didnt push any farther, but you took his hand in yours, letting him know that youâre here, that you care, that he can talk to you about anything he wants, and he didnât pull away, and after a few minutes of simply walking in silence together, finally, he brings it up himself.
"got in a bad fight." he finally let out with a heavy sigh, like he was holding it in for a while.
"yeah?"
"yeah. baekjin didnât even ask if i was okay, went straight to questioning me." he tried not to show it, but you could hear the hurt in his voice.
"well...are you okay?"Â
his breath hitched, because there it was, the question he so desperately wanted to hear from someone atleast once in his life. "no, not fucking really" he said with a scoff.
you let out a soft hum at that, tightening your hold on his hand, and you didnât push the conversation farther, letting the comfortable silence take over once again. after a little more walking, you finally got to his house, and before he walked inside, you put your hand on his arm, before pulling out a bag of chips and a drink, which you had initially bought for yourself, but clearly he needed it more than you.
"this is yours." he muttered, not taking it from you and looking at you with a raised brow.
"its okay, i bought more than this."Â
"if you say so..." he muttered before taking the items from you, letting your hands brush against eachother.
"ill see you tomorrow, seongje." you muttered with a subtle smile before leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth.
"yeah, bye, i love you." is the last thing he said before finally walking in his house, closing the door behind him and letting out a long relieved sigh.
he sat down at the dinner table, putting the drink and bag of chips down onto the table, and he stared at the items for a good moment, because even after how mean and dry he was to you, how much of an asshole he was, you still cared, you still listened and you still gave him a snack that youâd bought for yourself, and so suddenly, he didnt feel so alone.
geum seongje as your new plug.
contains seongje!drug dealer au, implied he's still a member of the union as well but very briefly. reader smokes for relaxation purposes. let me know if you're down for more parts?
content warnings mentions of drugs and drinking.

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geum seongje college! au x reader
description: geum seongje is your partner for your midterm project. notorious frat dude. it doesnt seem like he wants to do any work.
tags: seongje is lowkey really misogynistic, sorry guys i dont think he respects women, reader is girl. reader gets pissed off easily, typos, very honest depiction of college, guess what his major is lol, yes hes an annoying frat guy who plays league, btw seongje is not wolf, this is purely seongje, wolf typcial violence, bullying lowkey, bystander effect, sorry if ur in a frat i really hate frat dudes, comedy?? itry to be funny idk
a/n: i wrote this with alot of hate in my heart for some of these characterizations ive been seeing for seongje. i know i know suicidal reader. this is just practice and because i have alot of hate in my heart for some of the things i see in our small fandom.... i hold my own chaaracterizations vvery close. #freehim
word count: ~3,000
shortcake - geum seongje
sypnosis: you've hated seongje ever since you were children, but it seems as though he doesn't see you the way you saw him.
wc: 3.6k
cw: violence (by you & seongje & a number of characters), mentions of harassment, cussing, reader is hospitalised, y/n used, horribly written kissing scene, kinda cheesy HAHAWW, lowercase is intended, seongje could be a little ooc, kinda cringe omds.
a/n: this is my first fic and some of the scenes are lowk inspired off of the show itself </3 also, reader is a pretty good fighter. happy reading!
many referred to you as childhood friends. but to you, seongje was your worst enemy.