Hello!
I’d love to request a fanfic from Weak Hero Class 1.
Character: Geum Seong-je
Theme: Enemies to lovers. At the beginning, he constantly mocks and teases her, showing his usual reckless and playful nature. However, over time, he begins to watch over her in his own subtle way—even if he would never openly admit it. I’d really enjoy seeing his “lone wolf” side contrasted with the moments where he unexpectedly softens around her.
If possible, I’d like it written in third person with vivid dialogue and a slightly intense atmosphere.
author’s note: omg thank youuu 💌 I made this one like… how Seong-je barges into your life in his annoying-but-protective way, and how he slowly softens without ever admitting it 💜 hope you enjoy it and feel all the intense vibes we put in
warnings: fem!reader, enemies-to-lovers, extreme teasing, constant sarcasm, a little violence and blood, angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of bullying, lone wolf!Seong-je, awkward touches, hidden soft moments, romantic tension 🔥
The first time she met Geum Seong-je, she decided she hated him.
He leaned against the wall with his usual careless posture, hands shoved into his pockets like the whole school was his playground. That grin—sharp, mocking, annoyingly confident—was aimed right at her.
“Hey,” he drawled, tilting his head. “You planning to fight someone with that face? You’ll scare them off just by glaring. Might even work on me, if I didn’t know better.”
She scoffed, tightening her grip on her books. “If you don’t move, I’ll hit you with this math textbook.”
“Ooh,” he smirked, pretending to wince. “Deadly. Nothing worse than parabolas and exponents.”
That was Geum Seong-je—always teasing, always circling like a wolf who knew exactly where your weaknesses were. He made a game out of getting under her skin, throwing taunts in the hallway, cutting in during conversations, even pulling her chair back with his foot just to watch her snap at him.
But despite all that, she couldn’t shake the feeling that his sharp gaze lingered longer than it should.
One night, after cram school, the streets were darker than usual. She walked alone, phone tucked into her pocket, the silence pressing too close.
That’s when she noticed footsteps behind her.
She froze, turning—two older boys, clearly not from her school, their smirks sending a chill down her spine.
“Well, what do we have here?” one of them muttered, stepping closer.
Before she could react, another voice cut through the night.
Geum Seong-je stepped out of the shadows, his usual grin replaced by something sharper, colder.
“She’s not worth your time,” he said lazily, though his eyes glinted with danger. “And you’re definitely not worth mine. So leave.”
The strangers hesitated—something about his stance, the way he carried himself, screamed trouble. After a tense second, they cursed under their breath and disappeared into the dark.
She blinked, still frozen, her heart hammering. “You—what are you even doing here?”
Geum shoved his hands back into his pockets, shrugging. “I walk where I want. Don’t flatter yourself.”
But when she noticed the faint bruises on his knuckles, she realized he hadn’t just shown up. He had followed her. Watched over her.
“...Thank you,” she muttered, looking away.
He smirked again, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes this time. “Don’t get soft on me. I’ll still make fun of your terrible right hook tomorrow.”
She turned back to glare at him, but instead of the usual annoyance, something else tightened in her chest.
The days after that, his teasing didn’t stop. If anything, it got sharper. But she noticed the way he always walked a few paces behind when school ended. How his sharp tongue always cut down anyone who tried to corner her. How, when she tripped once in gym, his hand shot out before anyone else could reach her—only for him to immediately let go and snort.
“You’re such a pain,” she muttered one afternoon, shoving at his shoulder.
“Yeah?” he leaned closer, his grin feral but softer around the edges. “Guess you’re stuck with me then.”
For once, she didn’t argue.
And for the first time, Geum Seong-je didn’t feel like the lone wolf anymore.
