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⤷ STUDY GROUP PI HANWOOL HEADCANON’S !!

—> possible grammar mistakes (sorry Eng isn’t my 1st language!!)

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❈༓࿐ • includes: Fem!reader. Reader x phi hanwool

❈༓࿐ • A/N: my first study group post kinda nervous guys 🥹✌️anyways i hope you like it, and OH MY DAYS HOW I LOVE HANWOOLLL. Btw study group fandom is starving on tumblr, i gotta help us with that gng request anything. I found out smut is not my thing sorry 💔

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SFW :D !!

‧₊˚♡༉ He stalks you. A LOT. Not always in a toxic way, he just likes to know where you are,and with who. He likes when things goes his way, especially those connected with YOU. When youre out with your friends he often texts you something like

“is it safe there?” “Should i pick up you earlier?” “You should take a turn the next alley, that first one could be dangerous.” “The app glitched, where are you?”

Oh yeah i forgot to mention. App, tracking one. Its easy to find you when youre drunk after a party, or picking you up on time without saying anything about it before. You dont mind it, cause he uses it only for a purpose.

‧₊˚♡༉ his jokes? Um.. some of them are awesome you can laugh a lot especially those connected with stolen kisses when you two are cuddling.

But, those jokes are rare, the main ones are.. well, nice. Heh.. one time when you two were watching a action movie with a horrifying scene about dropping salt on a guys wounds he watched it normally and “joked” to you “feels like im seeing my father.” With that nonchalant stupid smirk that is barely seen. You? Jaw dropped. Overall his jokes are mainly dark and so fucking random it makes you wonder is he actually alive.

‧₊˚♡༉ likes to steal your food. Often when you eat cookies,noodles or just anything next to him he usually steals a bite. He could be nonchalantly on his phone when he lifts his hand up and steals a piece, or leans closer for you to feed him. He likes it, always saying “your just taste better.”

But when you’ll steal his food, he looks silently at you like You murder his entire family.

‧₊˚♡༉ he loves having you around without any purpose but will never admit it. He knows your loyal and that fantasises him the most. He trust you, thats rare for him since he barely trust anyone. He loves hearing your hums or watching your stupid habits. Your his peace, a place where he can shut his brain down and just be. He’s thankful for you even tho he is who is he is.

‧₊˚♡༉ he loves late night drives with you, he often take you out for a one but you two made a routine that EVERY Friday is your guys night. He drives to your house to pick you up then you two are just driving around the city and at the stand staying at a grass hill with the view for the whole city. He showed you that place, he admitted that he was the only one that knew about it, and now he calls it “our place.”. Sweet huh?

‧₊˚♡༉ he wears your hair tie on his wrist. When you suggested that he look up at you with QUIET terror. But when you asked again he answered immediately. “Do you have it today?” His calm and blank question made your eyes lit up, you nodded and put it on for him, since then he has never taken it off. Well only once when he needed to replace it with another one when his previous one got soaked in blood while he was beating up some guys, when he was telling you about it his expression was still blank but his eyes stared down at his wrist, not daring to look up. He really looked like he was feeling dumb, but you decided not to point that out. You gave him another one and till this day he was taking care of it like a 1m+ dollars watch. Or something even more expensive, its hard to tell since hes a rich guy.

‧₊˚♡༉ spoils you with everything, food,drinks,clothes,money,plushies and etc. He loves doing that, the sparkles in your eyes when you saw a cute plushie or a nice shirt, he took it silently and bought it for you. You always felt sumb because of the amount of money he’s spending on you, but he always shrugged it off with a slight smile. “But you want it, then why would i not buy it?” He always says. TOTAL princesses treatment, give him loyalty,understanding and patience and he’s yours. Carry your bag? Sure. carry you over? As you please. Massage your thighs, he’ll insist. Hes not all sappy and clingy. He just wants to pay you back because of the fact you accepted him and his life. Hes usually cold, sometimes a bit distant but believe me, he loves you, and will treat you with respect.

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He Only Listens to You

Pairing: Pi Han-wool x Reader (Y/N) Setting: Canonverse (Study Group timeline, violent high school, fights, tutoring, dark undertones) Genre: Romance, Angst, Action, Obsession, Smut Length: Full one-shot ~10,000+ words POV: Third person (Y/N-focused)

Author's note: Have you seen night has come?

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Y/N didn’t understand what she had done to earn Pi Han-wool’s loyalty.

He didn’t talk to anyone. He didn’t fight for anyone but Ga-min. And he definitely didn’t give a shit about anyone else.

But when it came to her, something shifted in his gaze. He looked at her like she was a secret only he got to keep. Like he could kill for her, die for her, or sit in silence for hours beside her and it would still mean more than anything.

It started during the second semester.

Y/N had been assigned to tutor the bottom five students in Class 3-5. She didn’t complain. Not out loud, at least.

But when Pi Han-wool dragged his chair across the floor and dropped into it with the quiet rage of someone who had seen too much for someone his age, she froze.

“You don’t have to try with me,” he said without looking at her.

“That’s fine,” she answered, flipping through her notes. “I’ll try anyway.”

That night, someone from Class 2-4 tried to grope her on the way home.

The guy didn’t make it to second period the next morning. No one saw Han-wool move, but the guy was found behind the gym with a broken wrist and a shattered jaw.

Y/N never said a word. Neither did he.

But after that, he started sitting closer. He’d rest his cheek on his arm and pretend to sleep while she explained algebra. His eyes were always half-open. Watching her lips. Watching the way her fingers moved. Watching the world only through her.

He only spoke when she spoke to him. He only acted when she was in danger.

When Ga-min went down in a fight and everyone turned to Han-wool, he didn’t move.

Until Y/N whispered, “Help him.”

Then he snapped.

Like a dog off leash, he cut through the crowd like wind. Fists cracked bone. Blood spilled. And when it was over, he came back to her, shirt stained red, eyes asking for praise.

She never gave him what he wanted.

Not then.

The night everything broke open, it was raining.

She found him behind the school, knuckles raw and eyes empty. A cigarette dangled from his lips even though he never smoked. It was someone else's. A threat, maybe. A promise.

“You’re hurt,” she said.

He shrugged. “They deserved it.”

“Who?”

“Anyone who looked at you too long.”

He kissed her like he wasn’t supposed to.

He kissed her like the world was ending.

His hands were cold from the rain but her skin burned wherever he touched. His mouth was rough, desperate, but when she gasped, he pulled back like he had overstepped.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

Her fingers curled into his soaked shirt. “No.”

In her bedroom, he barely said a word.

But the way he touched her said everything.

He stripped her down slowly, reverently, like memorizing a textbook he couldn’t afford to fail. His hands trembled, not from fear, but restraint.

“You’re the only one who talks to me like I’m human,” he whispered against her thigh.

Then he devoured her.

She thought he’d be brutal—and he was, in his own way. But there was a worship in his violence. A kind of hungry need to leave no part of her untouched.

He stayed inside her as long as she’d let him.

When she asked if he wanted to stop, he shook his head and begged, “Not yet.”

After that night, he didn’t change.

He was still silent. Still deadly. Still loyal to Ga-min.

But everyone noticed the way he moved when she walked by. The way he stood behind her in fights, always between her and the chaos.

Someone asked him, half-joking, if she was his weakness.

He looked them dead in the eyes and said, “No. She’s my reason.”

She tried to leave him once.

Told him he was too intense. Too much.

He didn’t argue. He didn’t beg.

He just looked at her like she had gutted him. Then he walked away.

A week later, she woke up with bruises on her window sill—not hers. Knuckles. Like someone had been standing outside every night, fists clenched, watching over her in the dark.

When she confronted him, he just said, “You said I couldn’t have you. Not that I couldn’t protect you.”

She kissed him again.

Harder this time.

When the school collapsed into war, and every faction turned on itself, Han-wool fought without mercy.

But when someone grabbed Y/N by the throat and held a knife to her cheek, he lost it.

He didn’t stop hitting the guy until his own fists split open.

She had to pull him off, whispering his name over and over until he collapsed against her.

“They touched you,” he gasped, voice shaking. “They don’t get to touch you.”

She held him that night.

Let him bury himself inside her again and again until he was too tired to move. Until the only thing he could say was her name.

They called him a monster.

They were right.

But even monsters have someone they’d never hurt.

Someone they’d burn for.

And for Pi Han-wool, that person was her.

Only her.

request here <3

(Except his characterization is a lot similar to that Zuko ATLA)

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[ Hanwool Phi x Gn! Reader ] - Enemies to lovers.

Being an accomplished person inside a den of greedy and powerful men or women vying to get just an inch of the fame and power that you have accumulated in your time inside of Yeon Baek's foundation was difficult. The line of people easily exceeds over a hundred, but you've never thought that the esteemed young master of Yeon Baek foundation will be one of them.

And he's baaack! Yeah, boy! You're already included in my heart—