#kwon x reader

Kwon stood up along with the rest of the Cobra Kai members, barely paying attention to the announcements being said at the moment— too deep in thought— thoughts of you.

The past few months were hard. Not just for him, for you too. You had to travel to another country for a while due to a family emergency regarding a very ill relative. Although you both facetimed and texted everyday, the distance was still there. It wasn’t the same.

The Sekai Taikai was able to get Kwon to focus on the tournament, but even so it wasn’t enough. His mind kept drifting off to you. He never thought your absence would affect him that much, but ever since you told him you had to stay there longer, he felt the ache in his chest deepen with each passing day. He probably wouldn’t say it out loud, but he missed you. A lot.

As everyone was allowed to leave, Kwon let out a sigh, head tilted a bit low as he walked with the rest of his dojo. What was up with him? He won every match he had, why did it not fuel him up with satisfaction anymore? Even messing around with other dojos wasn’t becoming as fun. It frustrated him.

“Hey, wanna go with us to a bar nearby later?” Yoon went up to him, slightly nudging his shoulder with his elbow.

Kwon snapped out of his thoughts, and stopped walking. Maybe it wasn’t a bad idea, he could forget about the emptiness in his heart. “..Sure, why not. I could use some distraction.” He replied. Without saying anything else, he walked away.

· · ·

You let out a sigh of relief after managing to get inside the building where the tournament was being held. You may or may not have lied your way in by saying you were one of Cobra Kai’s backups and Sensei Kim requested you come here as an emergency.

Those at the desk were a bit skeptical, but thankfully didn’t question any further and let you pass.

You walked past the big hallways, trying to think where the rooms were, thinking he was probably resting. You couldn’t wait to see him again— his eyes, his hair, that stupid yet charming smirk he had on his face.

Suddenly, you passed by a teenage guy scrolling through his phone. Maybe he knew Kwon, it was worth asking.

“Uh..excuse me,” You started, a bit nervous as you walked up to him. “Do you know the room number Kwon Jae-Sung is staying in?”

Demetri looked up, an eyebrow raised at the..random question. Out of all the questions you could have asked, this one didn’t cross his mind. He glanced around the room, noticing how it was only you and him. “I don’t think..I can give out that information.” He replied.

“Oh, no. It’s not like that—” You said quickly. “I’m his partner. I wanted to see if he’s okay.”

“Partner?” Demetri repeated. “As in, sparring partner? Then you should kn—”

“No!” You exclaimed, interrupting him. You cleared your throat before continuing, “I meant..I’m his partner..romantically.”

“Oh. That makes sense.” Demetri said, before nodding slightly. He leaned in to whisper the room number, then sat back down. “I’m sure he’s doing very fine.. but that’s the number.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.” Relief washed over you, as you quickly left, going to the elevators.

Demetri watched as you left, before his eyes widened. “Wait. What if they’re not his partner?”

· · ·

Kwon got out of the elevator, laughing along with his team members who were all drunk and held onto each other for support.

Being at the bar did help him be distracted for a while, drinking along while the rest were doing bets on who could drink the most without getting drunk at all.

“Hey, why don’t we go out again for some more fun? It isn’t too late,” One of them suggested.

“Not a bad idea. Let’s go,— Kwon, you comin’?”

“Nah, I’m good. You guys go ahead.” He said. The others left, leaving him alone.

He opened the door to his room, shutting it behind him and turned on the lock. Walking over to his bed, he began to take off his shirt and draped a towel around his waist. Just as he was going to enter the shower, a finger tapped on his shoulder.

As he turned around, he was taken by surprise.

You were standing there, with a mischievous smile.

How did you get in his room? Was he dreaming? Was he too tired after training? Did he drink too much? Did he—

“I got you~!” You said with a chuckle.

He couldn’t feel his heartbeat— he couldn’t believe it. You were here, in front of him. After months of longing, of only talking through a screen, you were standing right there, your bodies’ mere inches away from the other. Without thinking, he closed the distance between you two, pulling you into his arms.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” he mumbled into your hair, his fingers tracing the curve of your back, feeling the warmth of your body against his.

You laughed softly, pulling away slightly to meet his gaze, “I thought I’d surprise you.”

“Yeah..and you did,” He replied. “but now that you’re here..” His eyes trailed over your body up and down, voice low. The tension built between you both was obvious, the look in his eyes said it.

His lips twitched into a smirk, pulling you close to him again, “Tell me my love, did you miss me a lot?” He asked, in a teasing yet flirtatious tone.

“Maybe, who knows?” you mumbled, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, “Want to find out?”

Kwon didn’t reply, his lips crashing on yours as his hands instinctively held onto your waist. The kiss deepened, hinting at the need that every inch of his body begged for. It was obvious to you—he wanted more.

Your fingers went up his chest, your other hand pulling him even closer to you–if that was possible.

He pulled away for a second, as your eyes met. His dark eyes were full of lust, but also shone with a hint of mischief. Before you knew it, Kwon leaned in again, kissing your jaw and trailing down to your collarbone. Removing a hand that was on your hip, he held onto your leg, lifting it up as you curled it around his waist.

Kwon kept kissing your body, the sounds that left your lips only fueling his desire. He had your back pressed against the wall, and began to take off your shirt.

“Fuck..” He silently cursed to himself as he looked up to see your expression— cheeks red as you tried to steady your breathing.

“Looking like a mess, how cute. And just for me, right?”

You nodded frantically, wanting him to stop teasing and continue.

Knowing you were desperate, Kwon chuckled. “Don’t worry love, after so many months apart, I’m not done with you just yet.”

Before you could turn around, you saw a group of Cobra Kai members appear from the shadows. Kwon stood in the front, a cocky smirk on his face as he spoke. "How cute. Little rival team play time, huh?" He let out a low chuckle.

You felt a wave of tension build in the air. "Just ignore them." Sam said to both you and Axel before going to walk in between them before two cobra kai members blocked her.

"Say the magic words." Kwon replied, his voice low and dangerous, signaling the rest of the Cobras to advance.

"Move aside." Sam said, cleary not wanting to put up with them right now. Kwon looked down at her. "Wrong." He said, before turning to look over at you. "Just leave us alone." You said, looking right at Kwon. He turned to look at you once more, bending down to your height, staring you dead in the eyes.

"Only if you say please." He replied, a cocky smile growing on his face.

Axel clenched his fist, but it didn't go unnoticed by another cobra kai member as he spun and kicked Axel in the chest.

A fight quickly broke out. Fists flew, and the street became a blur of kicks and punches. You tried to keep your footing, dodging a Cobra’s punch, but one of them shoved you hard into the side of a dumpster. The sharp edge of glass from a broken bottle dug into your leg, and you cried out in pain as you collapsed.

Sam and Axel were too focused on the fight to notice, and before you could call out, you saw them run off as they heard sirens approaching, unaware of the injury you'd sustained. The pain in your leg was unbearable as you struggled to stand, blood trickling from the wound.

But then, through the chaos, you saw Kwon. He stood still for a moment, his eyes locking with yours. There was a brief flash of hesitation in his gaze, but without another thought, he sprinted toward you.

"Hey, you okay?" His voice was surprisingly soft as he knelt beside you, his hands gently lifting you up.

You were in too much shock to protest as he carefully picked you up, his strong arms cradling you. "I got you." he said, his expression serious as he scanned the area. The others were still too distracted by the fight, and the sound of sirens in the distance prompted everyone to scatter.

Kwon helped you walk all the way back to the hotel. He was careful and gentle with you. He took you straight to his room, that he took from Robby and Hawk all over a stupid bet they made.

He set you down on one of the beds before heading to the bathroom. After a minute he returned, kneeling down infront of you. His hands moving with precision as he pulled out a first aid kit. "This is gonna sting a little," he muttered, lifting up your pant leg before dabbing at your bleeding leg with antiseptic.

You winced as he cleaned the wound, he looked up at you, making sure you were okay. As he continued, his movements were gentle, and there was an unexpected warmth to his touch. After a few moments, he wrapped the wound with a clean bandage, glancing at you with a soft look in his eyes.

"All done," he said quietly, standing up.

You were still in a daze, trying to process what had just happened. Kwon had just helped you—despite everything. It was hard to believe.

He stood up, turning to go back into the bathroom but you felt a surge of emotion. Without thinking, you reached out and grabbed his arm, stopping him.

"Kwon…" you whispered, your heart racing.

He turned back to face you, his brows furrowed in confusion. But before he could speak, you leaned in, pressing your lips softly against his. It was brief, but enough to make him freeze in surprise.

When you pulled back, you saw the faintest blush on his cheeks. His usual confident demeanor faltered as he stood there, at a loss for words.

You smiled shyly, still in shock at what you’d just done. "Thank you," you murmured, your voice barely audible.

Kwon cleared his throat, his face redder now. "Uh, yeah... You're welcome, Larusso," he stammered, his usual cocky charm slipping. "Take care of that leg."

Without another word, he walked you to the door, despite it not being far away, and let you out. You smiled at him before going to leave. As you turned to look back at Kwon, he was staring at you, a soft and genuine smile on his face.

Once he noticed you staring back at him, he quickly slipped back inside the room and closed the door. You couldn't help but smile as you began to walk towards the elevator to go to your room.

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

Accompanying her brother and his friends to the community pool, yn sat in one of the pool side lounge chairs. Kicking her legs up, she stretches her arms and grabbed a book from her bag. "You're always nose deep in a book, why don't you take a break for once." Her twin rolled his eyes at her, taking the book from her hands.

"Just because your a dumbass doesn't me I have to be Robby." She snapped back, snatching her book back from him. "Still doesn't defeat the fact that your at a pool reading a book." He retorted, giving her a matter of a fact look. She just groaned putting her book back in her bag.

"If it weren't for dad, I wouldn't even be here." Robby smiled triumphantly, throwing his arm over his sister's shoulders. "This is so much better than staring at words all day." Shaking her head, she stood in line with him as they waited to take a turn on the slide.

Sitting on the edge of the pool with her feet submerged in the water watching her brother goof around with his friends. Yn smiled, loving to see her brother in such a good mood.

"How are you doing, beautiful?" A voice spoke behind her, head turning to see her brows knitted together. "Can I help you?" The boy smirked down at her before bending down to her level. "The names' Kwon and you are?" He questioned, dragging out his words.

"Yn Keene." She responded plainly, a little uneased by the suddency. A look washed over his face that she couldn't register. Before he can say another word, water splashed frantically in front of her. Water flinging as Robby basically leaped out of the pool.

"Back away from my damn sister." He shoved Kwon back, taking a protective stance in front of yn. "Robby relax, he didn't do anything wrong." Yn stood, grimacing at her twin.

"He's Cobra Kai yn." He croaked, glaring at the male in front of him. "Him being here is wrong." Yn was taken aback, this is the first time she'd ever hear her brother talk like this.

Clicking his tongue, Kwon shook his head. "We can settle this here and now Keene." He took his stance, jaw clenching. "Woah break it up you two." The life guard stepped in. "Either you stop now or everyone can leave."

Glaring at Kwon, Robby took yns had and walked her away from the boy. His grip on her wrist was rough. Making it back to his group of friends, yn yanked her hand from him. "The fvck is your problem? All that karate bullsh!t has nothing to do with me." She snapped.

"I don't care, stay away from him yn." He argued back stepping back into the water. "Whatever Robby, I'm going home." She stomped away, snatching her things from her chair before leaving.

Yn hated the way he was when it came to all the karate junk. He became cocky, controlling and just out right annoying. Rolling her eyes, she unlocked the door to their apartment and slammed the door behind her.

At school the next day, yn saw Kwon at his locker and walked up to him. "Hey, uh I just wanted to apologize for the way my brother acted yesterday." Closing his locker, he lent his side against it smiling.

"Hm, I'm not sure I accept." Yn could hear the tease laced in his words and giggled. "Oh no.. what can I do to make it up to you." She played along, textbooks pressed to her chest. She looked like a stereotypical heart eyed school girl.

"How about a date?" He became serious, eyes sparkling with a glee of hope. Yn was shocked, words falling from her lips in a stumble. "Yeah, t..that sounds good." Her face burned seeing the excitement on his face.

"Meet me at the Roller Rink at 6." He smiled sweetly before walking past her to get to his class. Yn was excited, her first date ever.

Spinning around, she was met when a very angry looking Robby and the disappointed looks from his friends. Sighing deeply, head rolling as she made her way to him.

"Don't even say anything I know. 'He's the enemy' blah blah." She mocked his voice, lips piercing straight. "I don't want to see you with him again yn, I'm serious. He's bad news." He poked at her shoulder with each word.

Shaking him off, she pushed past him to get to her own class.

Sitting in front of her vanity, butchering the words to the song playing. She gleamed while applying her makeup. She had already showered and dressed herself. Adding the final touches to her outfit and removing the curlers from her hair, she did a little spin.

Tip toeing past her brothers room, slipping into her shoes and grabbing her keys, she hurriedly left the apartment. Taking the bus to get to the Roller Rink.

Stepping off the bus, a smile pulled at her lips when she saw Kwon waiting outside for her. Hands tucked in his pockets and rolling back and forth on the heels of his feet. He looked cute, his normal hard demeanor replaced by something softer.

His face lit up when he saw her walking his way. Taking his hands from his pockets and wiping them on the side of his pants. "You actually came." He chuckled, arms now crossed over his chest. "It was actually pretty exciting sneaky away from my brother." She laughed, following behind him as they headed inside.

Paying for their skates, Kwon helped yn tie the laced on hers before slipping into his own. Butterflies exploded in her stomach when her hand laid into his as he helped her up.

Rolling backwards, he leads her into the rink never letting go of her hand. She wobbled as they rolled around. "I haven't done this in so long." She admitted, eyes glued to her feet. "I got you don't worry." Words rolling off his tongue so sweet.

She wasn't sure about him at first but the more time she spent with him, she was drawn more to him.

The two laughed and talked as the rolled around. Yn slipped a few times and Kwon laughed every time, helping her stand again. Slapping his arm she gasped through a smile. "Not funny asshat." He snorted, lips quivering trying not to laugh. "Totally not laughing." The corners of his lips flickering.

Tripping over the back of her skate, she slipped again. Kwon grabbing her just before she hit the ground, pulling her to his chest. "You're so clumsy.." His words trailing off at they stared at each other. Her eyes flicking between both of his.

Then their lips collided, sparks flying around yn. Her hand lifting to hold the side of his face, kiss becoming deep and intimate.

Pulling apart, he helped her upright gaze darkening as she pants. Gulping and clearing her throat, she rubs her arm. "It's getting late, I think we should go." Skating past him, heart pounding in her chest and stumbling as she stepped up onto the carpeted floor.

It was quiet between them as they returned the skates. Eyes looking every where but each other when they left the building. "Can I walk you home?" He broke the silence. Yn could see the link hue in his cheeks. Nodding in agreement, they walk side by side in the direction of her apartment.

Kicking rocks under her feet, her stomach twirling every time Kwon's hand brushed against hers.

"This is me." She whispered, not wanting her brother to hear her. Sighing, Kwon stepped up to her, pressing his lips against hers again. "Good night." He turned to walk away when yn shouted, "wait." Hand slapping over her mouth with a wince and looking frantically behind her.

"Wait by that window." She directed, quietly making her way back into the apartment. Kicking her shoes off, she could here music coming from Robby's room as she crept past.

Closing her door behind her, she rushed to the window and slid it open for him. Understand what she wanted, Kwon climbed through the window.

Pressing her pointer finger over his lips, shushing him while biting her bottom lip, she led him to her bed, tugging on the bottom of his shirt.

Kicking his shoes off as he crawled up her bed above her, Kwon smiled down at her. "You're so beautiful." He whispered, hand brushing over her arm. "Come here." Yn chuckled, pressing her lips to his.

His hands explore her body, tongues dancing. Yn tugged at the bottom of his shirt, backing from his lips. "Take this off." She panted, releasing herself from her own top.

Throwing his shirt aside, Kwon hummed against her skin as he kisses done her chest. Sigh like moans leaving yns lips, gaze on him, watching his every move. Her toes curling when his hand graze over her clothed heat.

"Kwan.." She whimpers as he slides her jeans down her legs, tossing them just as he did with his shirt. He was quiet but he didn't have to speak, his gaze and the burn of his fingers against her skin was enough.

Unbuckling his jeans and pushing them down, he parted her legs, lips brushing hers as he slipped into her. His breath shakes hearing her moan for him.

The tension burned heavy between them. With every thrust, yns moans growing louder. Forgetting about everything, she let herself go. Eyes closing tight and back arching off the bed when he pounded into her sweet spot.

"fvck." Kwon groaned, brows furrowed, lips pressed together. His eyes glued to where their bodies were connecting, loving how she cleched around him.

The sounds of their bodies connecting mixed with yns screams of ecstasy filled the room. Bed scraping the floor beneath it as he railed into her harder, sweat dripping down his face.

Turning her on to her stomach, he pushes back into yn with an exasperated sigh. Biting down on the sheets yn moved her hips to match his thrust.

Kwon hissed, fingers digging deeper into her sides. "Just like that." The harder she fvcked back on to him, the more aggressive his grunts and groans became.

Pulling out quickly, Kwon grunts as he spewed his load onto her back. Chest heaving when he finishes.

The two were so caught up in the moment that they didn't notice the music from the next room stop.

Bringing yn into his arms, Kwon smiled and pecked her lips.

Just then, the bedroom door swung open. "What the fvck!" Robby shouted. Yn yanked her covers over her naked body. "Not only did I tell you to stay away from my sister, but you're in my house fvcking her!?" Robby's voice echoed throughout the apartment.

"Robby get out!" Yn yelled, throwing one of her pillows at the boy. Shaking his head, he turned, slamming the door behind him.

“and smile” your cheeks ache as you attempt to keep the corners of your mouth lifted, posing against robby, the other captain of miyagi do. the sekai taikai was a prestigious world championship where only the dojos of highest talent, skill and agility were able to compete, fighting for the chance for their name to be plastered with honour as the #1. the camera clicked as your shoulders sag with relief, the smile dropping off your face immediately. 

“and one more” the photographer murmured.

“or not” he mumbles as Tory stalks away, the serpent logo prominent on her back. Cobra Kai. the words felt bitter in your mind, slimy and sour. they brought back memories that you often tried to bury within the depths of your mind, pained and broken memories, reflecting a person you were proud you weren’t anymore. your gaze traces her retreating figure, until they linger on her team. and their other captain. his dark hair that is free but styled aloofly, giving him a mischievous sort of charm, sits upon his headband, bearing the crest of a leader. you let your eyes wander his well built figure and tailored gi, until finally they land on his face. his lips that look pillowy and soft, and cheekbones that highlight the crevices of his face, until you’re met with his eyes. that are staring straight into yours. they’re dark and not soulless but have a sort of emptiness to them, danger and curiousity are evident as he studies you. you feel his gaze, hot and heavy, tracing the curves of your own gi, and the hair that flows of your shoulders in carefree waves. his eyes snap away, and you feel the pink in your cheeks dwindle away as you realise that you both had been openly ogling at each other. you can sense it, his lips curling up into a smirk as if he had won some sick little mindgame. you let your mind drift, walking back to where the rest of your team stayed huddled, letting Miguel ruffle your hair in a brotherly way. Sam begins to whisper to you, but you feel it. his stare, on your back, probably on the bonsai that bares the crest of his enemy, his opponent, his rival. so why was he so interested? you turn to the group of contestants suddenly tuning into what was going on. a challenge. you stare at the dolphin, marking the line with your eyes, calculating the height and judging the kick you would need to make. hawk steps forward, smirking as he takes in the cobra kai. 

“we’ll do it. but if we win, we want your room.” the other guy seems to size hawk up. 

“deal.” you tug hawk back into the group you and the other miyagi dos had formed. 

“hawk?! what the fuck?!” hawk rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. the Korean boy jeers, the crowd joining in with him. 

“are you americans gonna back out? that’s what you always are, cowards,” he sneers, his accent thick. your brow furrows as you take on a defensive stance. 

“the only things good about you are the pretty girls.” his eyes land on you and you feel your body tense. 

“don’t talk about y/n” Robby scoffs.

“y/n huh? pretty name for a pretty girl,” despite yourself, the words elicit a tumbling stomach of butterflies, hearing your name roll of his toungue like butter. Robby clenches his fists stepping forward. you watch as he performs a powerful double-legged kick, marking above the line by quite a bit. but you know it isn’t his best, but still you cheer and clap for him. it’s silent, as the opponent looks at the chalk, whistling slowly under his breath.

“good americans. just not good enough,” a slow chant begins to build.

“Kwon! Kwon! Kwon!” Kwon. that was his name. you supposed it suited him, watching as he circles it predatorily, feeling the support feed his probably inflated ego already. there is a blur of gi and movement, and suddenly there is a new line, and you sigh in disappointment because it is clearly inches higher than Robby’s. Kwon saunters over, holding out his hand, before you block him. 

“let me try.” kwon scrutinises you for a minute looking at your determined face and a smirk curves at his lips, one you take note that is often present on his mouth. he simply nods in reply. you take a deep breath, before taking a few steps back c providing yourself with a running start. 

“AIS!” you shout, jumping and drawing a harsh line on the dolphin with your foot. you look up as murmurs begin to arise. your line was identical to kwon’s, and the space between then sort of blurred.

“I would say that’s a tie.” Hawk’s voice rang out. you expect kwon’s face to be in a scowl as you shift your focus to him, but instead his expression is smug, and…proud? 

“well then, I guess we share the room.”

“wait what?” your voice was loud as everybody seems to nod in agreement. you catch onto Sam’s arm as she turns to leave. 

“Sam?! what-“ your so called best friend gives you a helpless shrug.

“I’m sorry y/n, I don’t want to cause any more problems with Cobra Kai.” you scoff as she shoots you a cheeky wink.

“i’m sorry…” quickly, she darts away, leaving you alone with kwon, who you are intent on avoiding his eye. his teasing tone sends shivers down your spine. 

“c’mon princess, let’s go get your bags.”

as you swing open the room door, you’re greeted with a shirtless kwon who lays lazily on the bed, opening an eye at your arrival. his bare torso sends blood straight to your face, as you splutter a greeting. 

“put on a shirt will you?” kwon lets out a rich, deep chuckle raising a challenging eyebrow at your flushed figure.

“what, can’t handle this?” you roll your eyes, dumping your bags down as he gestures to his chiseled chest, the muscles contracting and expanding with each breath. 

“you’re too egotistic for your own good,”

“and you’re more beautiful than you realise” the retort slips off his lips, flirty and charming, as he rolls over on the double bed in the centre of the room. the realisation sets in. you were sharing a bed. kwon smirks at your lack of response. a smile finds it way to your face as you sit on the bed, studying him. 

“what are you playing at?” the dark-haired boy’s face adapts into an innocent expression. 

“nothing.” you narrow your eyes, watching as kwon smirks.

“i’m going to take a shower,” he stands, collecting his clothes and towel slowly, as if teasing you, tempting you. 

“you’re welcome to join if you want,” he winks at you, leaving you a stuttering mess as you hear the water turn on. leaning back into the cool of the bed sheets you bury your head into the pillow, letting out a frustrated scream before grabbing your phone and dialing a number.

the shower steam billows out of the door, the glass and mirror fogged up as kwon emerges, towel wrapped around his waist. you can’t help but stare. his tanned abs glisten with moisture, and a toned v-line leads down and disappears under the towel, letting you use your imagination. his hair has strands astray and drips onto the carpeted floor, and leaves a small trail where he walks. kwon feels your stare, and gives it right back. you had changed into pyjamas while he was gone, tiny pink silk shorts that curved with your ass and wore a thin white singlet that didn’t leave much to the imagination, showcasing your round tits behind the cotton. There’s a thick silence that surrounds the room, tension pulsating within it, an alluring sort of tension that makes you want to pull him close. but you don’t. you restrain yourself. because no matter how attractive he is, kwon is still cobra kai. The very dojo that made your life hell. You clear your throat, and kwon regards with an amused smile that he hopes covers the blush on his cheeks, the obstruction in the middle of the bed.

“and what is this?” you point at the barrier of pillows you had constructed.

“this is a pillow wall. we each have our side.” you smirk triumphantly. kwon groans.

“fine. have it your way american.” you turn around, settling into your side, and feeling the mattress dip as kwon lays down, clearly still sulking about the separation.

“goodnight kwon,” you say. there’s a pause, almost as if he is tossing up between replying.

“goodnight princess.”

you wake up to the murmuring of kwon beside you, his eyes squeezed shut and sweat beads upon his forehead. he whimpers and rocks against the pillow, his moans of pain echoing into the night sky. the realisation is cold as you begin to shake him. kwon is having a nightmare, a situation you are far too familiar with. 

“kwon,” you shake his sleeping body, feeling his body tense but then relax into your hold. his eyes flutter open, meeting yours. an emotion passes through them, something you’d never thought you would see in his eyes. fear. 

“you were having a nightmare,” you say quietly. the warmth radiates from his chest as you subconsciously lean into it. you settled into silence, before starting to shuffle away as kwon offers no response. you freeze as you feel a hand grip around your wrist, pulling you into his chest, a position far too intimate but it felt so right.

“in my dojang we are taught to not show mercy. to not feel anything. to not show weakness.” he rubs his thumb against your hand. 

“how do they teach that?” kwon faces you, your question lingering in the air between you. 

“they make it so we can’t feel anything.” and slowly, he raises his fringe, showing you a scar that lines his upper right forehead. you take his head within your hands, gasping silently.

“how did you-“

“I was 12 when I received this.” his voice is hushed.

“it was by my sensei. he beat me with a cane until I could no longer stand.” he shuddered, as your face falls. 

“why?”

“because I was not perfect.” your breath is on his face, soft and hot, as your eyes search his. vulnerability. that’s what you find. it’s bored heavy on you, tired and sad as he stares up into your face. 

“I get nightmares about it sometimes.” you watch as he swipes his hair over it, covering the scar once more. he holds you in his arms, feeling the way you slot into him. you offer an ear to listen to his problems, to his struggles. it felt nice. he watches as your eyes droop and your mouth stretches into a yawn. you know this is wrong. but you can’t help it. 

“tired?” you nod slowly, your mind threatening to take you into slumber. Kwon smiles, before leaning in and brushing his lips against yours. It shouldn’t have the effect it does, its a graze to your mouth, a passing touch but your body shudders against his skin. kwon grins as red flames your cheeks. 

“goodnight princess,”

Boyfriend!Kwon that always trained hard and the reason was so if anyone dared to hurt his sweet girl, he'd surely have their head on a stick in a few minutes.

Boyfriend!Kwon who's face looks like the color of a tomato when you’re sleep talking and keep mentioning him. He thinks you're dreaming about some guy trying to ask you out but you keep rejecting him and mentioning Kwon who's called “Pretty boy” according to you.

Boyfriend!Kwon that plans on marrying you as soon as the both of you are older. Who would he be to not marry you? An idiot is what he would be if didn't. So though you didn't know he was already saving up for when he'd buy the prettiest ring for the prettiest girl in his life.

Boyfriend!Kwon who did the things that other guys would call silly. He'd make sure that your every “silly” need was tended to, if it meant taking off your heels because you were too tired to do it yourself he’d do it. if it meant waiting a couple seconds while you took pictures of the pretty looking food he didn't mind as long as it was you.

Boyfriend!Kwon who doesn't mind you putting makeup on him or doing a skincare routine on him. (he didn't need one since his skin was already flawless) He didn't even mind when you asked if he could watch Disney princess movies with you.

Boyfriend!Kwon who knows your worth and wouldn't dream of ever hurting you so badly that he’d lose you. Kwon swears on his life he’d never mistreat you in any way, and boy does he really stick by that. He was the most kind, loving, sweet and gentleman you had ever known.

⨳ for kwon, karate is the only important thing in his life; he cares about being the best, and that's it. he doesn't like anything that can distract him from that, so if he happened to like you first, he would deny it for as long as he can. ⨳ he would probably be pissed at himself for it. he thinks couples are stupid and that he doesn't have time for that sort of thing. ⨳ as far as everyone knows, he can't stand you. he rolls his eyes every time you speak and walks away every time you're close. ⨳ definitely does the whole flirting to piss you off thing just to see how you react. smirks to himself every time you blush and tries to pass it off as more teasing if someone notices. ⨳ if you liked him first, he would kinda hate you lol. he would find it annoying and probably be a little mean about it, but if you stopped paying attention to him, he'd have to deal with the fact that he doesn't like it when you're not around— and what that actually means (he's having nice feelings and he absolutely hates it 😌).

no one can even imagine him dating.

⨳ once the two of you become a couple, literally no one notices because he acts exactly the same. he's still annoyed when you cheer for him, and he still ignores you. although now, these things are more out of embarrassment and awkwardness. ⨳ it takes him at least a week to do anything remotely relationship-related. ⨳ i'm sorry but you can't convince me this boy has ever dated. he will be blushing and running away from any form of human touch that doesn't come from violence. ⨳ not a fan of physical touch (again, not if it's not violent). he might let you to hold his hand. might. and only if you're alone. ⨳ if anyone finds out he's dating, they'll be surprised. even more if they find out he's dating you of all people. ⨳ don't ever think he'll go easy on you if you train together lol. will probably throw you on the ground and get all cocky about winning. ⨳ if you beat him, he’ll try to look annoyed, but he’s soooo proud. hates it if you catch him, though—because that means at least half an hour of nonstop teasing. he’s walking around with you trailing behind him, going, “you think i’m gorgeous. you wanna kiss me...” (he doesn’t get the reference; he just thinks you’re being annoying.)

he's probably being considerate for the first time in his life.

⨳ he's spent most of his life being angry, so i can definitely see him losing his temper often at the beginning of the relationship, and having to actively stop himself from reacting. ⨳ he's not even mad at you, but sometimes he'll stay angry at something or someone for way too long and accidentally takes it out on you. ⨳ the first (and only) time he made you cry because of this, he went crazy. still, he doesn't trust anyone enough to ask for help, so he ends up googling relationship advice in secret. ⨳ no matter how embarrassing it feels, you're the first important person in his life, and he's not about to lose you. so, he does his research and he apologizes (and means it) for the first time in his life. ⨳ i can picture him having a secret folder in his notes app were he saves reddit threads and articles about how to have a healthy relationship. (there's a slightly emotionally unavailable part of him that thinks it's dumb and not "masculine", so you can bet this thing is locked and password protected. no one is ever finding it as long as he's alive). ⨳ kwon refuses to have you as his phone background— he doesn’t want people thinking he’s whipped (he is). so he also has a secret folder full of pictures of you, most of them are taken without you knowing cause he's embarrassed. ⨳ it takes him a while to get used to all this, but he puts in the effort and tries to get better and be the boyfriend you deserve.

once he starts to get used to dating though? he's a menace.

⨳ he's jealous of everybody. if someone from the dojo even looks at you in a way he doesn't like, you can bet they'll leave practice with at least a black eye. ⨳ weird headcannon i have, but if you sit next to him and do that thing where someone places their leg on top of someone else's, i think he would hate how it feels but wouldn't say anything. ⨳ on the rare occasion you don't do that, he likes to manspread just to annoy you, he likes it when you scold him and push his knee cause he thinks you look cute when you're angry (he apologizes immediately after but he's still laughing about it). ⨳ he teases you about everything— think andy in parks and rec, going “babe, you had a crush on me? that’s so embarrassing.” ⨳ still not that big on physical touch, but if he's tired and sees you lying down, he will throw himself on top of you and fall asleep; he doesn't really care if he's crushing you. ⨳ even though he managed to get used to actually showing his emotions, i can see him being more comfortable with making out/hooking up (things that feel more sexual and less romantic), so if you give him a soft, affectionate kiss, he pretty much just stops functioning. ⨳ he'll blame it on training hard, but if you kiss him slow and grab his face while doing it? his heart definitely starts pounding.

when things start to get serious he freaks out.

⨳ he realizes he loves you and proceeds to ignore you for a week. ⨳ spends even more time training. he's even angrier than usual (somehow) and no one wants to train with him because he looks like he's about to murder someone. ⨳ if you're friends with tory, she's definitely going to threaten him for making you sad. ⨳ a part of him is pissed at her for butting into things that "aren't her business", but he's glad you have good friends to take care of you. ⨳ when he finally tells you, he tries to act nonchalant, but he’s so nervous about your reaction. probably won't make eye contact. ⨳ when you say it back he doesn't know how to react, even though he's been hoping to hear it for a while.

since he's never had a relationship he can be uncomfortable with important things

⨳ okay, we know from s6 that he doesn't actually have a family, so i feel like at first he wouldn't like the idea of meeting yours. ⨳ would probably make a lot of excuses. in the end, you have to drag him to your house. ⨳ your parents are really nice and compliment him a lot. he's super awkward all night but he tries hard to make a good first impression. ⨳ helps set the table and do the dishes. probably tried to trick you into telling him what to talk to your parents about (i say trick because he refuses to ask). ⨳ once sensei kim finds out, he really wants her to approve the relationship. he's kinda scared she'll think it'll affect his performance, even if he doesn't admit it.

overall, he's trying to do his best and slowly gets fully comfortable with everything.

The hum of the hotel’s air conditioner filled the dimly lit room as you curled up under the plush white comforter, your head resting against Kwon’s chest. His steady heartbeat was a grounding presence, a silent reassurance that he was here, alive, and real.

Tonight had been a whirlwind—Kwon had managed to win the hotel room from Robby, and the second he told you, you knew there was no way you were letting him spend the night alone. Sneaking over had been easy enough. Tory covered for you, making sure no one noticed when you slipped out of your shared room. Now, wrapped in Kwon’s warmth, everything felt right.

His fingers lazily traced circles on your back, his other arm slung protectively around you. “Tired?” he murmured, his voice thick with exhaustion.

You hummed softly, nuzzling closer. “A little… but I just like being here with you.”

A smirk tugged at his lips. “Of course you do. I’d miss me too if I wasn’t me.”

You rolled your eyes, lightly smacking his chest. “Cocky.”

“Confident,” he corrected, his hand sliding up to cup your cheek. He guided your lips to his in a slow, deep kiss, one that sent warmth spreading through your chest. Even though Kwon wasn’t one for overly sentimental words, the way he kissed you spoke volumes.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips, and though he didn’t say it back, you felt it in the way he pressed his forehead to yours.

“Get some sleep,” he murmured.

You didn’t fight him on it. The exhaustion from the tournament, the stress, the adrenaline—it all finally caught up to you. Slowly, your eyes fluttered shut, and sleep took over.

---

It started as a whisper, a distant echo of your name. Then the scene unfolded before you like a cruel nightmare.

The tournament. Everyone going wild. Loose. Like a jungle.

Axel stood across from Kwon, the tension so thick it was suffocating. The crowd too much to see through, the arena lights casting harsh shadows. You wanted to call out, to warn him, but your voice didn’t work.

Then it happened.

Kwon lunged forward with a reckless intensity, his eyes burning with determination. Axel dodged, and suddenly, the world slowed. Kwon stumbled—his own weapon in his grip turning against him.

The blade cut deep.

His body jerked, and the look on his face—shock, confusion, then pain—seared itself into your mind. Blood pooled beneath him as he staggered back, collapsing. His dark eyes, usually so full of life, locked onto yours.

And then… nothing.

---

You woke with a gasp, your body jolting upright as a choked sob ripped from your throat.

It wasn’t real. It wasn’t real. It wasn’t—

“Hey, hey—baby.”

Kwon’s voice, groggy with sleep, cut through the suffocating panic. His hands found your shoulders, steadying you as you trembled violently. You could barely breathe. Your chest felt tight, like you were being crushed under an invisible weight.

Tears burned down your cheeks as you turned to him, shaking your head. “You—” Your voice cracked. “Y-you were—”

You couldn’t even say it.

Kwon immediately sat up, pulling you into his lap. “Breathe,” he murmured, voice low and soothing. His hands ran up and down your back, trying to calm your erratic shaking. “It was just a nightmare.”

Your fingers clutched at his shirt, desperate for something solid, something real. “I saw you die,” you gasped, panic clawing at your throat. “In the tournament. You—you were trying to get Axel, and—and—”

Kwon stiffened slightly, but his grip on you never faltered. His voice was gentler than you’d ever heard it. “Shh. I’m here. Look at me.”

You did, though your vision was blurred with tears. His dark eyes, filled with a rare softness, met yours. He took your hands, bringing them to his chest. “Feel that?” he whispered. “I’m alive. I’m not going anywhere.”

Your breathing hitched as you focused on the steady rhythm beneath your palms.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Real. Alive. Kwon.

“I c-can’t lose you,” you choked out.

“You won’t.” His voice was firm, unwavering. “I swear.”

He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “You’re safe,” he whispered against your hair. “I’m safe. Just breathe with me, okay?”

You nodded weakly, following his lead as he inhaled deeply. Slowly, you tried to match him, the panic beginning to fade, though the lingering fear still clung to your skin.

Minutes passed before your breathing evened out, your body still trembling but no longer in the throes of a full panic attack. Kwon didn’t let go, didn’t even loosen his hold.

“You wanna talk about it?” he finally asked.

You shook your head. “Just… hold me?”

Kwon didn’t hesitate. “Always.”

He laid back down, pulling you with him so your head rested against his chest once more. This time, though, he didn’t let any space linger between you. One arm stayed securely around your waist, the other gently threading his fingers through your hair.

His lips brushed your forehead. “I don’t care what happens in that tournament,” he murmured, voice softer than usual. “I won’t let anything take me away from you.”

You clung to him, the last of your fear finally easing. His heartbeat remained steady beneath your cheek, grounding you.

And this time, when sleep found you again, Kwon’s warmth never wavered.