Whenever you two were together in his room during your study sessions, and he simply couldn’t figure out the solution to a math problem, it would always end up with him fucking your throat or cunt. And the sex got more intense over time as he got better and gave into his suppressed desires.

And he was mean whenever he was upset over an unsolvable question. Eyes dark and mouth slightly parted from the pleasure as he completely took it out on you, his cock driving into your tight pussy with surprising rigour.

To be honest, you loved this side of him, which you never saw outside of this room. Fucking you so meanly whilst whispering the nastiest things to you.

“God, you’re so tight.”

The bed was creaking from how hard Sieun was fucking into you, grabbing onto your hips to hold you in place as he repeatedly thrusted up against your sweet spot. The side of his lips curled into a smirk as he watched in satisfaction as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

As if the pleasure wasn’t enough, his hands slid over your stomach and pressed down over where his cock was buried in your pussy and you let out a squeal. Sieun leaned in close, his lips brushing over your neck and to your jaw as his other hand moved to thumb your clit, the contact of his finger against your bud sending electric shocks up your body.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” His breath was hot against your neck as his index finger drew teasing circles around your clit. “You’ll cum, won’t you?” You could only nod, your brains had turned into mush from how good Sieun was dicking you down and you could barely form words.

Your body took his words like it was a command, grabbing his arm like an anchor as you came around his thick cock. A soft, satisfied noise left his lips as he watched you come undone underneath him, and he finally pulled out of you.

He took out his napkin from his study table and gently dabbed at your inner thighs, dragging the soft silk over your slit as he held your hand.

“You know, I think I finally figured it out. The answer to that last calculus question.”

— 𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐔𝐍

If this man could care less than not, he would. Lowkey doesn’t even get that she’s trying to flirt at first and is just annoyed because the girl won’t leave. It takes him five full minutes and one glare from you to finally understand what’s happening and reject her.

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“Excuse me?”

The fresh air of the park your boyfriend had taken you to seemed to thicken when your eyes landed on the girl standing near the both of you. You weren’t usually hostile to distractions, on the contrary glad to help if you could, but you had trouble keeping your jaw from clenching when the distraction in question was one of those girls with too wide grins and an attitude like the world owed them for existing. Your boyfriend, which was the one that girl spoke to, turned to her with that neutral-like look he always wore.

“Yes?” He asked simply.

The girl giggled—that, sort of giggle. Your skin crawled at how awful it sounded.

“I was just passing by like… you know. You two are so cute together! Are you siblings?”

At the blatant attempt at smoothness and the tone in her voice—that high-pitched, annoying sound—your fists clenched. You were literally sitting together, your leg over your boyfriend’s and his hand nearing your thigh? If you couldn’t tell she was desperately trying to flirt and ruin your date, you’d worry about her idea of sibling relationships.

Sieun just frowned, quiet and almost confused as he looked up at her. She stood there with a wide bright grin that slowly faltered as the silence got heavier and longer—your boyfriend quietly looking up at her in confusion while you glared at him. Finally, she cleared her throat, trying again.

“Anyway, I just wondered if I could have your num—”

“I think that’s enough.”

Your smile was as sweet as usual but your tone could cut through steel—your eyes glaring daggers at the girl. You moved your hand to grab your boyfriend’s one, who lazily let you, slowly lacing your fingers with his at the notice of the tension in your hand.

“We’re not interested.”

The girl stood there for a minute, frozen and mouth slightly agape before closing it shut and leaving with an arrogant and frustrated huff. You groaned loudly, turning to your boyfriend with an almost deperate look in your eyes.

“You seriously didn’t get she was flirting?”

“How could I have? She’s terrible.”

You couldn’t even be mad at him.

— 𝐀𝐇𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐇𝐎

This little brat would not even be surprised—he’s popular and he knows it. He’d try to reject her gently, with kind tone and words, until he slowly gets frustrated when she’s not backing away. Would make her leave with one last firm word, and turn to you only to tease you about that jealous and annoyed look on your face.

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“Hi!”

Her voice had been too loud, filling up too much space in the quiet peace of the restaurant. You turned your head to watch the girl standing near your table, her gaze solely on your boyfriend like you weren’t there—or not worth looking at. You frowned but kept quiet, waiting to see how that’d turn out. After a moment of awkward silence, Suho finally found his voice again, putting on a polite smile—the same one he offered customers all the time.

“Can we help you?” He asked politely.

You loved how he said ‘we’—like he always included you, whatever was the conversation. She smirked, chuckling with that annoying tone.

“You, sure can.” She grinned widely. Her lips became a sulky, self-pitying pout. “It’s just—I’m so lonely. My date dumped me, so I’m left all alone…”

Your jaw clenched but you kept to yourself, leaning back in your seat and crossing your arms over your chest with raised eyebrows. You trusted Suho, and despite how annoying this girl was, you were willing to see how far she’d go.

“I’ve seen you from the table there.” She carried on, motioning to the empty seat across the room. “I wondered if you’d come with me? We could share a drink together.”

Suho’s smile had dropped into a small frown as the girl kept talking. He didn’t want to be mean but the nerve she had and her proud smirk made his frustration boil just under the surface.

“Sorry.” He still smiled, though it was way tighter than before. “She’s my girlfriend.” He held your hand, as if showing you off proudly. You couldn’t help a small grin on your lips. “We’re on a date.” Your boyfriend finally added.

Both you and Suho had expected her to back off from then, maybe leave while rolling her eyes, but she stayed there—her grin not faltering.

“I wasn’t talking about her.” Her voice cut through, sharp and filled with that false warmth. “We can—”

“Can you stop?”

Your boyfriend wasn’t being nice anymore. His eyebrows were furrowed and his tone colder.

“I told you, I’m with my girlfriend. Have some respect, and leave.”

That finished shutting the girl up. Her smile fell, she straightened back up and cleared her throat, cheeks flushing a little.

“Tch, whatever.” She groaned lowly, turning on her heels and walking away.

Once she was seated again, you turned your gaze to your boyfriend who sighed—yet his grin quickly returned when he looked at you.

“Jealous?” He grinned, his gaze soft beneath the teasing at the sight of your crossed arms and furrowed eyebrows.

“Shut up.” You retorted, smirking as you took a sip of your drink. “You’re lucky you rejected her.”

Your boyfriend laughed, grinning widely.

“I wouldn’t have if she was a bit prettier—”

Your knife was seconds away from accidentally stabbing his hand.

— 𝐎𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐎𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊

This man does NOT get it—because what do you mean a girl is interested in him? But he gently pushes her away the second he realizes. He feels bad and sorry that happened, even if it wasn’t his fault, because he understands how uncomfortable and jealous you might have felt—and he knows he would’ve hated if it happened the other way around.

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The girl had been at it for what felt like hours now. Approaching the two of you at the entry of the cinema your boyfriend had taken you to—she started complimenting your boyfriend’s car, looks, even his personality as if she knew him. You’d been clenching your jaw but hadn’t said anything yet—while your boyfriend stood there with flushed cheeks, trying to figure out whether this girl was talking casually or dumb enough to flirt with a boy holding a girl’s hand.

You’d try to restrain your own feelings, see if he’d do anything, but lost your patience the second the girl’s hand moved to touch your boyfriend’s shoulder.

Whithin a second, you swatted it away, glaring daggers.

“Are you really that dense?” You finally spat out, voice sharp. “He’s my boyfriend. Stop flirting.”

The girl’s eyes widened, quiet for a second before she chuckled sufficiently.

“Well, he doesn't seem to mind—”

“I do.” Your boyfriend suddenly cut her off, trying to toughen his voice.

You gave one last glare to the girl, as if your gaze only could push her away, and dragged your boyfriend in the movies' room.

You sat at your designed seat, sighing as you finally got rid of that annoying girl, when your boyfriend’s voice was heard, quiet.

“Sorry.” He muttered, gaze low. “I thought.. I mean I wasn’t sure…”

He cut himself off, as if too ashamed to even explain himself.

“I’m just really sorry.” He finally conclued. “I should’ve rejected her myself.”

You had turned to look at your boyfriend, your gaze trailing over his features in the dark. He didn’t dare look at you, chin down, and instead waited for your reaction—an outburst of anger he guessed.

But your voice was soft, gentle when you finally spoke.

“It's fine. You didn’t want to hurt her.”

Beomseok’s head whipped around to look at you, eyes wide. You kept your gaze on the giant screen before you.

“I understand how you felt. I don’t blame you, so don’t feel guilty okay?”

You turned to meet his gaze and swore you could distinguish the smallest tears in his eyes despite the darkness. He didn’t let them fall though, instead nodding slowly and smiling.

“Okay. Thank you.”

It was your turn to smile, moving your hand to grab his.

“No worries love.”

He didn’t let go of your hand the whole movie.

— 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍

The idiot’s smiling and talking the whole time, completely clueless of your furrowed eyebrows until one touch makes him realize what this girl’s been hinting at. His eyes widen and he stutters something so you take matters into your own hands. He ends up teasing you like the little brat he is.

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You’d been gone for a minute, just enough time to go to the bathroom, that you walked out to the sight of your boyfriend excitedly talking to some girl you've never seen. Your eyebrows furrowed. Maybe she was just a friend? Yet, she laughed way too much at your boyfriend’s antics to your liking. You quickly walked over, offering a small polite yet tight smile.

“Hi?”

“Oh hey baby!” Baku excitedly called out, grabbing your arm and pulling you closer as he turned to the girl. “That’s Si-yeok! She needed help finding her way around, she's from Haenam!”

You slowly nodded, turning to look at the girl who’d stiffened when Baku called you ‘baby’.

“Finding her way around hm?” You spoke, suspicious.

There was a silence, your boyfriend looking between you and the girl in confusion as tension seemed to thicken the air.

It took one glare from you to your boyfriend for his eyes to suddenly widen, gasping dramatically as you sighed inwardly.

“OH. THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND.” He suddenly exclaimed, taking about three steps back like he's been bitten and pointing obnoxiously at you.

You held back a chuckle, looking up at the girl and just gave her a nod of the head.

“The dumbass’ mine.” You sighed. “Please go on your way.”

She nodded back at that, muttering a halfhearted apology before quickly walking away. You turned to your boyfriend, almost as if about to scold him—but the next second Baku was on you, bowing like he’d personally threatened you.

“I’m so sorry!” He exclaimed, looking up at you. “I didn’t realize—I mean I didn’t think—I only love you—”

You gently hit the back of his head to make him stop, winning a whine out of him. You couldn’t hold back a smirk, though you tried.

“Just shut up.” You sighed. “You owe me tteokbokki for that.”

Your boyfriend grinned at that, smirking at you.

“Anything for my dearest girlfriend.”

— 𝐆𝐎 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐊

SIDE EYE KING YOU CAN’T TELL ME OTHERWISE. Will let her talk for a while before mumbling a cold ‘we’re on a date’ and when she keeps insisting—we all know he has anger issues—he gets frustrated easily and only eases when he sees your whipped smile.

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“Hi there.”

You might not have been the smartest in your class, and neither was your boyfriend, but both of you knew what that annoyingly sweet tone meant. You shared a glance as the girl walked up to you, judging before she could even keep on her speech—which promised to be worthless anyway.

You turned your head back to the girl standing there, eyeing your boyfriend up and down in the middle of the street. You would've laughed at her if uninvited jealousy didn’t come picking at your heart. Not that you didn’t trust your boyfriend, far from you that idea, but he was.. your, boyfriend. Not hers to look at with that stupid grin.

“You’re hot.” She pointed out blatantly.

What a way to start a conversation with a stranger, you thought. You turned to your boyfriend, trying to guess what he’d reply, only to see his eyebrows furrowed as he gave that girl the nastiest side eye you’ve ever seen. You bit your lower lip and looked away for a second, holding back a laugh.

Meanwhile, the girl stood there in awkward silence as she waited for an answer that wouldn’t come. After a minute of painful silence, she tried again, frowning now.

“Hello? I’m speaking to you—”

“We’re on a date.”

Gotak cut in with a low and cold tone, his gaze still on the girl. There was another small silence, as awkward as the last. I mean, you wouldn’t know—this whole situation had turned hilarious for you.

“Yeah, I can see that.” The girl finally scoffed, tucking her hair behind her ear like some dramatic character from a K-drama. “But I mean, look at her and look at me. Clearly there’s a better option—”

“Yeah, her, 100%.”

Your boyfriend’s tone was firm, like stating the simplest fact ever but with a hint of frustration. His hold on your hand unconsciously tightened.

“You don’t get to stop us and talk to me this way.” Gotak carried on. “You don't get to keep pushing when I ask you to stop and even less to dare say anything about my girlfriend.”

The way he insisted on the word ‘girlfriend’ made your lips twitch slightly upwards. Your eyes were locked on his now, your chest warming at the sight of his frustration boiling over—which you rarely appreciated.

“Have some respect, for us and yourself.” Your boyfriend finally ended. “And leave us alone.”

And on those words, he turned around, and walked away—dragging you away with his grip still firm on your hand. Only when you turned the corner of the street did he slow down, sighing between his gritted teeth.

“Sorry about that.” He groaned, turning to you. “This girl—”

He stopped himself when he met your sparkly gaze and totally whipped smile. He was quiet for a second before letting a soft scoff escaping his lips.

“I can’t believe it. Did you enjoy that?” Gotak grinned.

You chuckled and confidently nodded.

“Not until you started speaking.” You smirked back.

Your boyfriend chuckled and resumed walking, still holding onto your hand firmly. He was cocky for the rest of the day.

— 𝐒𝐄𝐎 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐄

This poor boy is flustered to death so you take matters into your own hands (you’re the man in the relationship ngl).

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“You’re so cute!”

Juntae and you had simultaneously turned to the voice, caught off guard by how energetic and high-pitched it sounded. You frowned at the sight of the girl, glancing at your boyfriend like he was some puppy she wanted to pet.

Your boyfriend and you had only came outside to do some shopping together, but that afternoon seemed about to take a whole new turn.

“I can’t believe this! And you’re so short too!” The girl kept talking, her voice almost a squeal.

You clenched your fists in frustration, noticing your boyfriend’s flushed cheeks and clear embarrassment. Yet the girl didn’t back off, like she couldn’t be bothered.

You truly saw red when her hand reached for your boyfriend’s hair, as if about to ruffle it. Within a second, you swatted her hand away in a slap—taking a protective step in front of your boyfriend.

“Don’t touch him.” Your voice was firm and cold, a clear threat if the girl dared doing another move. “He's my boyfriend, and more importantly, you’re clearly making him uncomfortable. Be respectful.”

The girl frowned, scoffing like you’d just said a joke.

“What? I didn’t even do anything—”

“Just shut up will you?!” You snapped, eyebrows furrowing and voice raising a little. “And back off before I actually punch you!”

The girl flinched, groaning as she reluctantly walked away, stealing one last glance at your boyfriend above your shoulder. Once she finally left, you sighed and turned back to Juntae—who gave you the most awed stare you’ve ever received.

“What?” You chuckled, smile returning on your lips.

“You’re so cool.” He simply grinned, cheeks still a bit flushed.

You laughed at that, grabbing his hand, and went back to shopping. Juntae insisted on buying you all the clothes you asked for that day.

— 𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐄𝐊𝐉𝐈𝐍

Straight up ignores her and keeps on talking to you like she ain’t even there. When she keeps insisting, he gives her one stare and a cold reply and pouf she flew out of there herself.

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The both of you had been sitting in a café you’d dragged your boyfriend to, pleading you wanted to go on a ‘normal date’ with him rather than sitting in the cold bowling room, when it happened.

“Hi~”

One glance towards the girl and Baekjin was already looking back at you, keeping on talking like he’d never been interrupted. You were almost as surprised as the girl, glancing back and forth between your boyfriend and the stranger standing there awkwardly, eyes darting around before landing on Baekjin again. She cleared her throat.

“Hi!”

She spoke a little louder, like her volume was the reason she hadn’t got a reaction out of your boyfriend. The situation was almost comical at this point—the smallest smirk tugging at your lips. She sighed like the both of you were the problem before suddenly slamming her hand on the table. Not hard—but enough to cut Baekjin into his speech.

Satisfied she finally got his attention, the girl smiled widely, opening her mouth to speak. But before a word could leave her lips, your boyfriend’s cold voice cut her off.

“Don’t you have some self-respect?”

You could feel the air charge with tension at your boyfriend's tone, the smile slowly faltering on your lips. Though you did find her annoying too, you didn’t want to witness a murder.

“I’m clearly on a date with my girlfriend.” Baekjin carried on. “And yet you keep interrupting us, even when I made it clear I wasn’t interested.”

The girl opened her mouth but your boyfriend stopped her—again.

“I don’t think you have anything to say for yourself. Now, I’ll ask you to apologize, and leave.”

She hesitated, like her pride didn’t allow herself to know the word ‘sorry’, but one cold glare from your boyfriend and she gulped turning to you and bowing slightly.

“I’m sorry.” She quietly murmured before bolting away.

Baekjin sighed and leaned back in his seat as your eyes followed the figure of the girl running out the café. You only turned to your boyfriend when he spoke again.

“I told you we shouldn’t have come here. I hate places like this. Next time, we're finding a place we both like.”

You simply nodded, the smallest smile drawing itself on your lips.

He might’ve been scary, but there weren’t many boyfriends who compared to how much Baekjin cared for you.

— 𝐆𝐄𝐔𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐉𝐄

Lowkey would flirt back for half a second just to annoy you but stops before you actually get upset and flip off the girl himself so hard you almost feel bad yourself (then relentlessly teases you about your ‘jealous face’ so much you end up beating him up (you’re stronger than him trust)).

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Your boyfriend had taken you to play video games—which he thought was the best place to take you to after you asked him for a proper date. Needless to say you sighed and groaned the whole way, reluctantly following him until you sat in the seat beside him, facing one of those screens Seongje somehow seemed addicted to.

After a few games you miserably lost while your boyfriend both laughed at you and offered you advice, you thought it might not be so bad for a date. That, was until she came in.

Long straight dark hair running down her shoulders, a cocky smirk and what you liked to call a very punchable face—the girl that walked to your boyfriend’s seat looked exactly like the mix of a bully and the classic pick me girl. Just one look, and you hated her already. What came after only made it worse.

“Hey there.” She grinned widely as she leaned on your boyfriend’s seat. “What you’re playing?”

You clenched your jaw, watching the whole interaction from the corner of your eye. And Seongje was well aware of it.

“Just some game.” He grinned back, clearly enjoying this. “Why? Interested?”

The girl smirked back, glaring at you like she'd won. Her hands moved to hover just above your boyfriend’s shoulders.

“Maybe.” She replied. “Are you?~”

Your fists were clenched at her flirty tone and though Seongje did have a lot of fun seeing you so obviously jealous—he didn’t wanna actually upset you.

“Nah.” He grinned suddenly, not bothering to look up at the girl. “You’re not my type.”

The girl’s eyes widened suddenly as she straightened, taken aback. You kept your eyebrows furrowed, quiet.

“Wait what?” She exclaimed. “But you—”

“Yeah, well no.” Seongje sighed, cutting her off. “Now back off, your perfume smells terrible—it makes me sick.”

The girl couldn't help but let out a small offended gasp before stomping away—ego crushed—as your boyfriend laughed to himself. You kept your gaze on him, glaring daggers.

“What?” Your boyfriend smirked, feeling your gaze on him. “Jealous? I just rejected her for you—”

You punched his arm just hard enough to make sure he loses his game before turning back to your screen, sighing.

“Shut up you jerk.”

Your boyfriend only chuckled at that, observing you for a second before going back to his own screen, smirking like a devil as his avatar revived in the game.

“Oh it’s on.”

Let’s just say you guys cleared that off fighting for your life in whatever game you were playing—and that your frustration somehow made you level up just enough to beat your boyfriend’s ass.

AN: Tried making all characters in one instead of doing multiple parts, what do we think chat?🥀 Lowkey sucks and kinda short since I put everyone together really sorry but I hope it lived up to your expectations anon!! Thank you so much for your kind words and support it means the world to me<33

And yet—there he was.

Yeon Si-eun, still hunched over his desk, furiously scribbling equations like he was trying to earn early admission to university. The late afternoon sun spilled across his notebook, casting warm stripes across the paper and his too-pale skin. You blinked at the sight of it. He looked almost sepia-toned, like a photo too old for this classroom.

You’d already packed up your things. Your bag hung loosely off your shoulder as you moved to the desk behind his, dropping onto the surface with a soft thud.

“Seriously?” you muttered, half to yourself. “You do know this is the part where people go home, right?” You tried to tease, it usually works.

But he didn’t look up. He didn’t laugh. He didn’t even grunt in acknowledgment. His pen scratched across the page like he was trying to outrun something…his own mind, maybe. You watched him for a moment, lips pressing into a line.

He wasn’t enjoying this school. That much was obvious. The students were loud, nosy, and way too touchy for someone like him. So far, you’d both stuck to yourselves. A team of two. Silent solidarity.

But even teammates needed breaks.

You slid off the desk and stepped around to the front of his. He still hadn’t looked up. Your eyes softened as you took in the tense slope of his shoulders, the tight set of his jaw.

Without a word, you reached out and gently placed your hand over his—his non-writing one. You felt the subtle twitch beneath your palm, but he didn’t pull away. That, at least, was something.

“Si-eun,” you said, gently, “you need a break. We can continue this at your apartment, okay? Loosen up a little. It’s day one. We don’t eve—”

“I’m not hungry.”

His voice cut through the warmth like ice. Low. Dismissive. Sharper than it needed to be.

You blinked, caught off guard.

He never used that tone with you.

Slowly, your eyes found his face, but he still wouldn’t meet yours. Just kept staring at the numbers in front of him like they offered him an escape hatch.

You didn’t let go of his hand. If anything, your fingers curled a little tighter around his.

“You haven’t eaten properly in days.”

That’s when he snapped.

“Stop watching me like I’m going to break.”

His voice wasn’t loud. But it landed like a punch.

“I’m fine,” he said, more forcefully now. “I don’t need you monitoring me every second.”

The sting hit quickly, but clean. You didn’t flinch. You just stared down at him, the lines of your expression softening—not in hurt, but in understanding. Like you were watching a wounded animal bare its teeth to hide a limp. The transition to the new school was hard, which is why you made sure you planted yourself beside Si-eun at all times.

Both of you cared deeply for each other.

“…Okay,” you said quietly. 

Your fingers slipped from his. No dramatics. No accusations.

Just a quiet release.

You turned away and began to gather your things—slowly, methodically. As if giving him time to regret the words, though you knew he probably wouldn’t. Not yet.

“I’ll give you space, then,” you murmured, offering him a tired smile he never looked up to see.

And then you left.

No slamming door. No final look over your shoulder. Just your fading footsteps and the soft creak of the classroom door sliding close behind you.

And silence.

The silence lingered, thick and unmoving, settling into Si-eun’s chest like a lead weight he hadn’t realized he was already carrying. He stared at the door long after you left, your absence ringing louder than your voice ever did. He didn’t mean to snap. Not really. The words had come out before he could stop them—sharp, defensive, unkind. And now they echoed back at him like guilt in disguise.

He’d been on edge for days. Tense in his own skin, sleep slipping through his fingers like sand. You didn’t know why, and he didn’t want you to. He thought you both left all that behind—the bruises, the blood, threats of gangs in the halls.

But this school was no fresh start. If anything, it was a reminder. Eunjang High had long been a target. And now that the two of you had transferred in, people were watching. Waiting.

And Si-eun hated that.

He hated that you were being pulled into it again. That you were tied to his side like gravity. That every time you stood beside him—offering warmth, concern, loyalty—it painted a bigger bullseye on your back. You, always looking out for him. You, reaching for his hand even when he didn’t deserve it.

The thought that you might get hurt just for being close to him made something twist in his gut. And instead of protecting you, he pushed you away.

Again.

A few days had passed since that afternoon, and Si-eun was starting to realize just how much he hated how easy you were with him.

Not careless. Not naive. Just... forgiving. Too forgiving, maybe.

You didn’t argue. Didn’t demand a reason. You didn’t even raise your voice when he snapped. You simply accepted the distance like it was something natural, like you expected it from him. And that quiet understanding twisted something deep inside his chest.

He could still see you, always near, but just far enough.

You hadn’t disappeared. You still showed up to class, still passed by him in the halls. Still offered soft nods when your eyes met his, but your smile never quite reached your eyes anymore. You didn’t sit beside him. You stared out the window during lessons like you were somewhere else entirely. Your laughter, once a steady rhythm in his day, was gone. Swallowed by the silence he created.

And yet...

You waited.

Not obviously. Not desperately. But in the way you lingered a second longer when you passed by. In the way your gaze would flick toward the empty seat beside you before looking away. How you still brought an extra snack with you, placing it quietly on the corner of your desk, untouched until the bell rang.

As if holding onto the hope that maybe, just maybe, he’d take the seat next to you again.

You waited for him, even when he pushed you away.

And he didn’t know how to deal with that. Because you should’ve given up by now. Should’ve called him out, told him he was being cruel. But you didn’t

You were still you. Just... quieter now.

Si-eun hated it.

He missed your voice, your strange, unexpected questions. Missed your reckless midnight knocks on his door, the way you'd laugh as you fell onto his couch like it was yours. Most of all, he missed how alive things felt when you were close.

But more than anything, he hated that you made him feel like he was still worth waiting for. Even when he didn’t believe it himself.

He knew he wasn’t good with words. Your relationship had always lived in the quiet gestures. In the way you’d bring him snacks without asking, or how he’d automatically move to your side when you walked down a crowded hall.

Neither of you ever needed a confession to understand what you meant to each other.

Maybe that was why he never said anything when you stayed over at his apartment that night. Why he just held you in the dark, his fingers tracing soft, silent shapes across your back. Promises he couldn’t say aloud, but hoped you felt anyway.

He thought that was enough.

Now, he wasn’t so sure.

So here he was.

In his small kitchen, standing stiffly like a malfunctioning robot, facing an open bento box like it was about to judge him and his instant noodles cooking skills.

His phone was propped up against a mug, playing a YouTube tutorial titled “Adorable Bento Box Ideas That’ll Melt Hearts 💕”. The woman’s voice chirped instructions with impossible cheer, and Si-eun was trying his best not to throw the rice at the wall.

This had been his plan. His brilliant plan: make your favorite food, pack it cutely, and show up with an apology in the form of edible sincerity because knowing what you liked was the easy part.

Actually making it?

Not so much.

He’d woken up ridiculously early—before sunrise. His kitchen now looked like a battlefield. Rice grains stuck to his elbow. A carrot shaped like a heart had somehow ended up on the ceiling. At one point, he was seriously considering using tweezers to adjust the angle of the tamagoyaki.

He also made sure his mom and dad were already gone because he wouldn’t live another day if they found him cutting up sausages in the form of a tiny squid.

It had taken him over two hours to cook everything and another thirty painstaking minutes to assemble it all, hunched over the bento like he was defusing a bomb.

Each part was placed with surgical precision. He was so focused that he didn’t even realize he was holding his breath until the final cherry tomato was set in place.

He stepped back and stared at it.

It was… actually kind of cute.

Embarrassingly cute.

There were little food dividers and a bunny-shaped onigiri that looked vaguely judgmental, but—it was done. He wrapped the box in a cloth the color of your favorite hoodie and held it up, inspecting it like he had just handcrafted an engagement ring.

He was embarrassed. He was nervous. His hands smelled like soy sauce and regret.

But at the very least, it was his way of saying: I’m sorry. You matter to me. Please don’t leave.

“…If you don’t like this,” he muttered to himself, glaring at the rabbit-shaped rice, “I’m never cooking again.” He doesn’t mind retaking the CSATs over and over again, and he would honestly choose that over assembling another Bento box.

The rabbit offered no encouragement.

With what little time he had left, Si-eun threw on his uniform, still mentally reciting the bento checklist as he slipped the lunchbox into his bag. His heart sat awkwardly in his chest—heavy, nervous, hopeful. You’re going to like it, he told himself. Hopefully.

What was that saying again? The way to someone’s heart is through their stomach. It was clinging to it like it was gospel.

Once he got to school, he tried to act normal. Calm. Composed.

He failed miserably.

He kept glancing at the classroom door every time it opened, eyes flicking up with that small hope—maybe that’s you. But every time, it wasn’t. And with each passing minute, his focus cracked a little more. The textbook in front of him might as well have been blank. All he could think about was you. And what he’d say when you finally walked in.

Words weren’t really his thing. He knew that. But he was trying—especially with you. He figured if he couldn’t say everything, he could at least show it.

That bento box was his apology in full color. His awkward, hand-packed declaration that he was sorry for pushing you away. That you mattered more than he could say out loud.

The first week at Eunjang had been hell for him.

But he waited.

And waited.

The teacher had already started the lesson, and your seat was still empty. He told himself you were just late. Slept in, maybe. Took a detour. That was all.

By lunch, the nerves had curdled into something heavier—concern.

The bento had gone cold. He hadn’t touched it. It just sat on the edge of his desk, untouched and painfully neat, like it was mocking him. He checked his phone again.

Five messages. Two missed calls.

Nothing back.

And that wasn’t like you. Not at all.

You always replied—sometimes even before he hit “send.” You’d once told him you liked when he messaged first, that it made your heart race a little. But now?

Radio silence.

No typing bubble. No read receipts. No trace of you.

And that was when the worry turned into dread.

Something was wrong, and Si-eun knew it.

He didn’t hesitate.

His chair scraped loudly against the floor as he shoved it back, grabbing his bag with a sudden urgency that made heads turn. The teacher barely got out a concerned “Si-eun?” before he was already halfway out the door, not even sparing her a glance.

He didn’t care. Something was wrong.

He could feel it in his chest, tight and coiling like wire. His instincts were screaming, and he didn’t waste a second arguing with them. What if something had happened to you? What if his silence, his stubbornness, had cost him something he couldn’t fix?

He was already running before his mind could catch up with his legs. His bag bounced painfully against his shoulder, breath shallow as he tore through the school gates and down the familiar streets.

You always walked this way. This was your route. He scanned every corner, every alley, every crosswalk like he expected to see you just… standing there. Waiting.

But you weren’t.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. He yanked it out with shaky fingers—only to find an email notification. Not you. Not even close.

He kept running.

A thousand thoughts slammed into him at once. Maybe you’re sick. Maybe you forgot your phone. Maybe you’re just mad at him and avoiding him. Maybe you’re fine—

But no. No, it wasn’t just silence.

It was the wrong kind of silence.

By the time he reached your building, his shirt clung to his back with sweat. His pulse thundered in his ears. He took the stairs two at a time until he finally stood in front of your door—panting, eyes wide, heart clawing up his throat.

He raised his hand to knock.

But stopped.

The door… it was ajar. Barely.

His stomach dropped.

He called out your name, voice tight with fear, already knowing you wouldn’t answer.

He pushed the door open.

The air was too still. Too quiet. And your apartment—

Wrecked.

Not ransacked—but wrong. Your things were still here, scattered across the floor like there’d been a struggle. Couch cushions tossed, your bag overturned, books torn from shelves. It looked rushed. Violent.

He called out your name again, louder now, not caring if his voice cracked. Desperation and anxiety seeped into every word, his tone trembling with a frantic edge. He needed to see you, to find you anywhere.

His footsteps pounded over debris as his eyes darted wildly through each room. Bedroom—empty, eerily silent. Bathroom—no sign of you, just cold emptiness. Closet—open and untouched, as if waiting. 

His breathing grew ragged, each inhale sharp and desperate. His throat constricted, the feeling of suffocation closing in like a vice.

Where were you?

What did they do to you?

He was sweating now, not from running, but from the sheer panic washing over him in waves. Every second felt like it was slipping through his fingers. His chest ached with the weight of a thousand what-ifs. This was his fault. If you were gone…if they took you—he—

Something in the air shifted.

A smell.

Faint… but sharp.

Smoke but not fire.

Cigarettes.

His stomach twisted as he followed it through the mess and into the dining area, where the smell was strongest.

There, on the table.

Two cigarette butts in an ashtray. One was already snuffed out. The other was still burning, smoke curling lazily into the air like a signature left behind.

Next to it was a torn scrap of paper. The edges were jagged, like it had been ripped from a notebook in a hurry. Scrawled across in messy, ink-blotted handwriting—

An address.

Si-eun’s hands trembled as he picked it up. The paper felt heavier than it should’ve. Like it was soaked in everything he feared.

They’d left it on purpose.

This wasn’t just a warning.

It was a message.

And he ran like hell.

Si-eun didn’t think—he couldn’t think.

The city blurred around him as he sprinted through alleyways and across intersections, ignoring horns, ignoring people shouting at him when he nearly collided into them. All he saw was that address. All he heard was the pounding of his own heart, louder than his footsteps, louder than the sickening silence of your absence.

When he reached the building, his breath hitched.

A warehouse—old, decaying, half its walls covered in flaking paint and rust. The chain-link fence around it sagged in places, barely holding up. It looked like it had been forgotten by time, but clearly, someone was still using it.

He could hear them before he even touched the door.

“Oh? I think loverboy’s finally here.”

A low laugh followed, thick with mockery and smoke.

Si-eun didn’t hesitate. He pushed the metal doors open so hard they groaned against their hinges, the sound sharp and jarring in the stillness of night.

Inside, the air was heavy with smoke and sweat and something worse—fear.

Two guys stood in the middle of the warehouse, cigarettes dangling from their lips like sneers. But all Si-eun saw was you.

You were on the ground.

Tied up.

Trembling like a cornered animal.

Your body was slumped, sweat dripping from your temple, your clothes stained with dirt and the grime of the concrete floor. A bruise—deep and angry—wrapped around your arm like a mark of violence, evidence of how roughly you’d been dragged here. You looked exhausted. Shaken.

But when your eyes found Si-eun, they lit up—not with hope exactly, but with something stronger.

Bravery.

Even in that state, even with your body shaking, your gaze held fire. Defiance. You had fought.

And the proof was all over them.

One of the guys had three red slashes down his forearm, still bleeding. The other kept flexing his jaw like it had been hit. Blood was caked beneath your fingernails, dried and cracking. You hadn’t made it easy for them. You refused to be just another victim.

“Damn,” the first one muttered, shaking out his wrist. “Fucker scratches like a damn wildcat.”

The other exhaled smoke through his nostrils, smirking at Si-eun.

“Yo, Yeon Si-eun!” he called, voice oily. “You ever teach your little lover some manners?”

They laughed again—low, grating, like nails on a chalkboard.

And all the while, they still smoked. The warehouse reeked of it. The stench clung to the air like poison. And every time they leaned in too close to your face, you flinched, recoiling like it physically hurt to breathe the same air as them.

Si-eun saw red.

His fists clenched at his sides, nails digging into his palms. Every cell in his body screamed to move, to destroy, to tear them apart for what they’d done to you, for every bruise, every tear, every second you spent afraid and alone.

He stepped forward, slow and controlled, but his eyes were deadly.

“You made a mistake,” he said, voice low.

The taller thug scoffed, cracking his knuckles.

“Yeah? And what’re you gonna do about it?” 

Si-eun didn’t answer.

“You fucking mute?” One of them spat then suddenly—

One of them grabbed you.

Si-eun tensed.

Rough fingers tangled into your hair, yanking you up from the ground.

You screamed—not loud, not panicked, but sharp with pain. Your knees scraped along the concrete floor as the man dragged you forward like a ragdoll, forcing you upright. Your eyes met Si-eun’s, wide and desperate, your lips trembling as your bound hands tried in vain to brace yourself.

“Move again, and I’ll slit their damn throat right here,” the thug growled, pressing a bruised knuckle under your chin like a threat. You flinched. Si-eun’s body was frozen, but his eyes sharpened, calculating everything. Distance. Angles. Open hands. Breathing patterns.

“Oh, that got your attention,” the guy sneered. “You’re not that smart after all. This one’s gonna die because of you. That’s what you get for playing hero.”

Si-eun stepped forward.

“Let. Go.”

His voice didn’t shake. It was quiet and measured.

And suddenly, Si-eun moved.

No words. No hesitation.

His eyes had already scanned the room—the layout, the scattered crates, the exits, and most importantly, the distance between himself and them. His breathing slowed. He stepped lightly, measured, like a wire pulled taut but not yet snapped.

The taller one came at him first, cocky and sluggish—telegraphed. He shouted and rushed in, cigarette still dangling from his mouth.

A mistake.

Si-eun ducked under the wild swing, pivoting sharply on his heel, and drove his elbow straight into the guy’s solar plexus with brutal precision. The man doubled over with a choked grunt.

Si-eun didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the back of his head and slammed it down into his rising knee.

Once. Twice.

The guy crumpled like paper.

The second guy tossed you away, letting go of your hair, and reached for a metal pipe nearby, grabbing it with a grin.

“Let’s see how smart you are with your brains scattered all over the floor!”

He charged.

Si-eun grabbed a nearby broken chair leg from the ground.

They clashed.

Steel against wood. Splinters flew. The pipe clipped Si-eun’s shoulder, but he sidestepped, used the momentum against the guy, and kicked the side of his knee.

A sickening crack echoed.

The man screamed, stumbling—but Si-eun was already moving, crouching low and swinging the chair leg up, hard, across his jaw. The pipe clattered to the ground. Blood followed.

The man dropped.

Si-eun stood over him, chest heaving, the makeshift weapon still in his hand. The entire fight had taken maybe twenty seconds.

And now, silence.

The kind that rang too loudly in the aftermath.

Si-eun’s breath came out in shallow bursts, chest rising and falling as his adrenaline began to crash. But the second his eyes landed on you, everything else vanished—blood, bruises, pain—it all dulled beneath the sight of you curled on the cold floor, wrists bound, trembling, but alive.

He dropped to his knees beside you without hesitation.

Fingers shaking, bloodied knuckles scraping against the rope, he began untying the knots with silent urgency. You flinched when he brushed against your skin, but you didn’t pull away. Neither did he. His hands trembled more than yours did.

He was bruised—busted lip, a cut above his brow, his school shirt torn at the shoulder—but none of it mattered. Not to him. Not now.

Because you were here.

Alive.

And as soon as the last rope fell from your wrist, his thumbs moved instinctively to trace the angry marks the bindings left behind—his touch light, careful, reverent. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, wide with guilt, with something like disbelief. Like he wasn’t sure you were real, like he’d been holding his breath for days and finally just remembered how to exhale.

He whispered your name, like a prayer, like a plea, voice raw.

You didn’t let him finish.

“I know,” you said softly, hands reaching for him—one cupping his bruised cheek, the other tangling in his hair to bring him closer.

His lips parted. “I’m sor—”

“I know, Si-eun,” you repeated, firmer this time, but still gentle. “It’s okay.”

You leaned in, pressing your forehead to his, and the world finally stilled.

There were no more voices. No footsteps. No fire alarms in his chest. Just this—your foreheads pressed together, breath mingling, his hands cradling your arms, your touch cradling his heart. He closed his eyes, let his breathing slow until it matched yours. Steady. Real.

The tremble in his hands faded.

A long, quiet moment passed. Then, finally, he pulled back just enough to whisper, “Let’s go.”

You nodded.

He helped you to your feet, arm sliding carefully around your waist to steady you—but really, he just needed to keep holding you. Maybe to convince himself he hadn’t lost you. Maybe because, after everything, he finally understood he didn’t want to let you go.

And you let him.

The walk back to Si-eun’s apartment was quiet but not the heavy kind weighed down by tension, but the kind that felt like exhaling after being underwater too long. Each step together steadied your breath. Each glance exchanged without words said, a reassurance: You’re safe now. We’re safe now.

When he told you to stay with him for a while, you didn’t question it. Your place was a mess…trashed, torn apart, haunted by what had happened. It would take time to fix, and you didn’t want to be alone. So you just nodded. A small, quiet part of you even felt something like warmth stir in your chest at the thought of being near him again and this time, without silence hanging between you.

Now, here you were.

Si-eun sat in his desk chair, shirt sleeves rolled up, jaw set but not in his usual, guarded way. He was still. Almost calm. The first-aid kit lay open across the table beside you, its contents half-used, wrappers and gauze scattered like the remains of battle. You hovered in front of him, focused on his bruised and bloodied hands.

Your own injuries were minor—scrapes, bruises, things that would fade. But his… his told a story. You could see it in every split knuckle and raw cut: he hadn’t held back.

You dipped a clean towel in warm water and gently pressed it to the dried blood on his hand, dabbing carefully. He didn’t flinch—but you felt the way his fingers twitched beneath your touch.

Neither of you spoke.

The only sounds were the quiet hum of the desk lamp, the soft clink of the glass bottle of disinfectant, and your breath, steady and focused, like treating him was the only thing anchoring you to the present.

But Si-eun?

He wasn’t looking at the cuts or the gauze. He was looking at you.

The soft glow of the lamp painted you in gold. Your eyes furrowed in concentration, your lips slightly parted as you worked in silence. And somehow, the sight of you like this—so gentle, so here—made it easier to forget the sting of the alcohol on his open wounds.

You moved on to the deeper gash on his shoulder where the pipe had caught him. You reached for the antiseptic and paused, eyes flicking to his.

“This’ll sting,” you warned quietly.

He didn’t move. Didn’t even blink.

“I don’t mind,” he murmured.

And he meant it.

As long as it was your hands that held him.

Comfortable silence then settled between you two and then—

“Thank you,” he murmured suddenly.

You paused, hands still over the bandage. “For what?”

“For… waiting.” His voice was low. Rough. “Even when I pushed you away. You didn’t give up on me.”

You looked at him then. Really looked.

There was something in his expression that you rarely saw—guilt and gratitude, both bleeding through the soft lines of his face. His shoulders had dropped slightly, no longer held in the usual stiff tension. He wasn’t looking away anymore. He was letting you see him.

You smiled, small but sure. “I knew you’d come back.”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed, gaze dropping to your hands before flicking back up. “I didn’t think I deserved it.”

You moved closer without thinking, hands still resting lightly on his bandaged arm. “You don’t have to deserve me, Si-eun,” you said quietly. “You just have to let me stay.”

Something cracked behind his eyes. You didn’t need to hear the words to know he was saying yes. You already knew.

So you leaned in—soft, slow, and certain and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Not desperate. Not rushed. Just a quiet promise, folded between healing and the steady hum of light.

When you pulled back, his eyes were still closed for a moment. Then they opened, softer than you’d ever seen.

Then, as if suddenly remembering, Si-eun shifted. He leaned down, reaching beneath his desk to retrieve the bag he’d tossed aside earlier in all the panic.

From it, he pulled out the carefully wrapped bento box—its once-warm contents now cooled, a little out of place in the middle of the tender quiet between you. He stared at it for a second, lips parting slightly as if debating whether or not to give it to you.

It had gone cold. Maybe even a little stale. But it was still yours.

Or… he could just make another one. One that was warm. Perfect. Deserving.

“I was supposed to give you this earlier,” he said finally, placing it gently on his table like something fragile. Something precious.

You blinked, surprised. “Hm?”

He motioned toward the wrapped cloth. “Open it.”

You did. Carefully unwrapping it, your breath caught when the bento box came into view. Each part of the meal was neatly arranged—almost painfully meticulous. It was your favorite food. And though it had shifted slightly out of place, the effort still shone through: the little animal shapes, the colors, the thoughtfulness stitched into every grain of rice.

“…Si-eun,” you breathed, gaze flicking up to him, eyes wide with both awe and disbelief. “Did you make this?”

He scratched the back of his neck, ears burning red. “I followed a tutorial..but, yes.”

You stared at him. Then stared back at the food. Then back at him again.

Si-eun,” you repeated, this time in a tone that made him shift in his seat nervously. “I want to kiss you so hard that you’ll forget your name.”

He blinked.

Then let out a soft, breathy laugh—half disbelief, half relief. The tension cracked like glass between you, and the corners of his mouth tugged up in that rare, boyish smile you loved too much.

“Does that mean you like it?”

“Well, I can do more than kiss,” You teased while winking at him playfully. Already, you were lifting the chopsticks he included. “This is the best thing anyone’s made for me. Ever.”

“Wait—let me heat it for you—“

You quickly took a bite, not caring if the food had gone cold. It was still delicious and you showed your approval by dramatically humming.

Si-eun looked away, biting back a smile so big it made the cut on his lip sting. But he didn’t care. You were eating. You were smiling. And you were here.

Maybe that was enough.

“Oh my gosh—this is reallyyyy good,” you said between bites, savoring every piece like it was heaven-sent.

“Don’t talk while your mouth’s full,” Si-eun muttered, though his eyes betrayed him, watching you with that quiet fondness he never quite knew how to hide around you.

You looked up at him, grinning as you chewed. “Hmm… what can I do to repay my hero?”

He opened his mouth, about to insist he didn’t need anything. He never did, not from you—but then something flickered behind his eyes. A boldness rare and sudden.

“…Maybe that kiss?”

You paused for only a beat, then gently set the chopsticks aside. “Say less.”

In one swift, fluid motion, you leaned in—hands pressing lightly against his chest as you closed the distance. His hands found your waist like they were made for that space, holding you steady. Your breath mingled for just a second.

And then you kissed him.

It started slow, soft, his lips careful, almost reverent against yours. But the moment you deepened it, threading your fingers into the fabric of his shirt, he matched you—mouth parting, breath catching, body drawing nearer like gravity had taken over.

He exhaled shakily against your lips, one hand sliding up your back to cradle the nape of your neck, fingers threading through your hair as if grounding himself. The kiss turned heavier, lingering. More emotion than either of you had ever said aloud. Every tilt of his head, every pull of your body against his, told you exactly what he felt—what he couldn’t bring himself to say.

When you finally pulled away, lips still brushing, your foreheads pressed together, breath mingling in the warm quiet.

He didn’t speak. He didn’t have to.

You smiled softly, fingers grazing his jaw. “You forgot your name yet?”

Si-eun’s lips curved, just slightly. “No.”

You leaned in again—another kiss, gentler this time. A promise wrapped in warmth.

And as the soft hum of the night settled around you, you stayed close. Not quite speaking. Just breathing, kissing, laughing into each other’s skin, the weight of the past days slipping off your shoulders like shed armor.

The rest of the world could wait.

For now, it was just you and him—and the quiet, golden glow of something finally blooming.

She treats him with absolute respect for his space and his time, never smothering him with demanding questions or unnecessary drama. Instead, she shows her love through practical acts of service: slipping a cup of coffee onto his desk while he is studying without saying a word, organizing his notes when she sees he’s completely exhausted or just sitting next to him reading a book in complete silence.

She is the only one capable of catching his subtle mood shifts or physical fatigue before anyone else, making her his ultimate safe haven.

𝑨𝒉𝒏 𝑺𝒖-𝒉𝒐:

His ideal type is a genuine, cheerful, transparent and down-to-earth girl. Su-ho values honesty above all else and absolutely hates mind games or being messed around. He needs a girlfriend who can be his anchor… someone mature but with a warm heart, who truly understands the grueling, exhausting pace of life he keeps up between his multiple jobs.

She treats him with immense warmth, spontaneity and a deeply sweet protective instinct. She is someone who genuinely laughs at his jokes, but still has the backbone to stand her ground and tell him: "Break time means resting... sit down and eat."

Her affection is incredibly physical and comforting: giving him long, heavy hugs after a brutal shift, whipping up a quick meal for him or insisting on walking with him in the dead of night so he isn't alone. With her, Su-ho can finally stop being everyone else's protector and just let himself be taken care of.

𝑶𝒉 𝑩𝒆𝒐𝒎-𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒌:

His ideal type is a girl with bulletproof emotional stability, immense empathy and total transparency. Beom-seok is incredibly fragile, paranoid and prone to misinterpreting people's intentions out of a deep-seated fear of rejection. His ideal girlfriend has to be highly secure in herself… an open book who never gets tired of clearly reassuring him of her affection.

She treats him with constant validation, infinite patience and absolute honesty. She’s the kind of girlfriend who never hides a single thing from him, making sure never to trigger his insecurities or jealousy. She doesn't treat him with pity, which Beom-seok would absolutely despise… instead, she gives him top priority in her life. She speaks to him gently but firmly whenever he starts to doubt himself, using daily gestures to remind him that he is loved for exactly who he is, helping him soothe his chronic fear of abandonment.

𝑲𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒐𝒐-𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈:

His ideal type is a direct, loyal girl with zero emotional filters and a strong sense of companionship. Woo-young values straightforward codes of loyalty. His ideal girlfriend would be a pragmatic girl with a lot of character… someone who knows how to hold her own but thoroughly enjoys sharing a relaxed, drama-free everyday life with him.

She treats him with blunt honesty, camaraderie, and unconditional support. Their dynamic feels incredibly natural, like two best friends who also happen to be deeply in love. She doesn't try to change Woo-young’s lifestyle… instead, she becomes his anchor. If he messes up, she’ll call him out on it straight to his face with no sugarcoating, but at the same time, she’s the first person to have his back or sit down for a bite to eat with him just to listen to him vent after a tense day.

𝑱𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝒀𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈-𝒃𝒊𝒏:

His ideal type is a girl with a strong, independent personality who isn't easily impressed. Yeong-bin uses cruelty and money to camouflage his own weaknesses. His ideal girlfriend can’t be a submissive girl, whom he would only end up walking all over out of sheer frustration. She needs a firm moral compass and enough maturity not to be blinded by his delusions of grandeur.

She treats him with firmness, clear boundaries, and a disarming honesty. She doesn't laugh at his cruel jokes or feed into his arrogant attitude. By treating him without fear and demanding maturity from him, she forces him to step down from his high horse. Their relationship is the only space where Yeong-bin doesn't have to "act" like the rich, tough guy... she strips away his facade with a single look in private, making him realize he doesn't need a power trip to win her love.

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑯𝒖-𝒎𝒊𝒏:

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She treats him with unconditional tenderness and endless patience. She’s the classic girlfriend who welcomes him with open arms no matter if he shows up with a bruised face from a fight. Instead of scolding him harshly, she gently patches him up while making sure he’s well-fed. She speaks to him in a soft tone that instantly diffuses Hu-min’s impulsive temper, prioritizing his emotional well-being and making him feel profoundly safe and held.

𝑮𝒐 𝑯𝒚𝒖𝒏-𝒕𝒂𝒌:

His ideal type is a grounded, deeply understanding girl with a fierce, unbreakable loyalty. Because Gotak tends to be reactive and hides deep insecurities about his place in the group, his ideal girlfriend needs to be his emotional anchor. She has to be a mature girl who doesn't flinch at his angry outbursts and knows how to see the massive heart hidden behind his tough-guy front.

She treats him with constant validation and firm but loving boundaries. She knows exactly how to bring him back down to earth when he gets worked up, speaking to him calmly but firmly. She makes sure to make him feel like the center of her universe, keeping his fears of being sidelined at bay. Her affection shows in the little everyday details: texting him to make sure he got home safe, defending him in front of others and constantly reminding him how much he’s worth all on his own.

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She treats him as an equal, with frankness and a subtle touch of irreverence. She doesn't treat him like a boss nor does she fear him like the rest of the world, she speaks to him peer-to-peer. She creates the only safe space where Baek-jin can completely take off his mask as the ruthless leader of the Union. In private, she uses her razor-sharp wit and clever sarcasm to crack his poker face, offering him absolute loyalty built on mutual trust, never on fear.

𝑮𝒆𝒖𝒎 𝑺𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈-𝒋𝒆:

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She treats him with constant challenges and a deeply playful, sharp complicity. She plays verbal tennis with him, throwing his provocations and ironic remarks right back at him instead of getting offended or scared off. She doesn't try to "save" him or change his wild nature, she enjoys it. However, behind closed doors, she knows exactly when to stand her ground with a cold look that tells Seong-je he’s crossed a line… earning his absolute respect because she is the one woman he would never dare to cross.

𝑩𝒂𝒆𝒌 𝑫𝒐𝒏𝒈-𝒉𝒂:

His ideal type is a girl with a patience of steel, great maturity and sharp intuition. Dong-ha is a cruel, sadistic delinquent who usually hides behind a mocking smirk to make everyone else uncomfortable, but deep down, he carries profound insecurities whenever he’s defeated or loses control. His ideal girlfriend needs to be incredibly grounded… someone who isn't spooked by his chaotic side or his obsession with money, possessing enough stability to be his only real axis.

She treats him with a mix of absolute firmness and unconditional loyalty. You dont celebrate his cruel streaks nor do you let yourself be intimidated by his provocations... if he gets unbearable or arrogant, you know how to shut him down with a single cold stare, earning his respect because you are one of the incredibly rare people he can't manipulate.

❥・・ ┈┈┈༚༅༚˳ . ୨୧ . ˳༚༅༚┈┈ ・・❥

You walk to your homeroom teachers desk, your hands neatly placed by your side as your jumper is straightened out neatly across your stomach. "Follow me to the classroom." your teacher said, his voice filled with exhaustion at eight in the morning.

The walk wasn't quiet, it was more like a war zone. Children running around, hitting each other, throwing things at each other. Once you arrive to the classroom, everyone laughing, gossiping some even sleeping except for one, he was studying, his airpods in, easily going through each question. You sit down, leaning your head onto your hand and scrolled through your phone.

As you scroll through your friends stories, liking each one as you scroll when you feel a hand on your shoulder "Yah! I've never seen you here before, are you new?"

You look up before brushing his hand away, "I am new, is that a problem?"

"Not at all!" he replied, a big smile across his face, "Im baku! Me and a few friends are going to get food when we head out, wanna join?"

"Oh, uhm, im y/n." you reply going back on your phone. "And i can't join you today."

"Awh, whyy,"

"I have kick boxing today." you murmur your fingers still swiping across the screen

"Wah! May i join?" he asked his hand placed on your shoulder again.

"If you want to..."

And just like that you and baku became friends, hanging out in the school gym, spending time at his dads chicken shop and hanging out in school in general. He then started bringing in other people, gotak, juntae and sieun. You 5 were inseparable, going out everywhere, taking the bus together, waking home together late at night. When you, juntae and gotak were walking home, going to way you guys usually take when you felt someone kick the air right beside you.

'What the fuck!" you shriek "Don't you know how to walk!?"

"I do know how to walk. Just now how you expect." he said standing infront of you, gotak and juntae.

He was tall, probably 1 head taller than you, wore glasses, had a lit cigarette in between his lips and to be frankly, he was exactly your type.

"Isn't this the guy thats in that union thing?" you turn to gotak "Fuck, whats his name again.. Right, geum seongje."

And then one thing led to another and you and gotak were trying to survive as juntae fled somewhere. You easily knockdown one of seongjes minions. One of them punched your upper lip, your vision went black around the edges as you step back trying to gain your vision back. You put clench your fists and bring them closer to your chin you lick your lips, tasting the blood thats slowly coming out of the little scratch, and thats when you saw seongje looking dead at you, your eyes locking onto his. You froze, your arms slowly drifting away from your chin and your eyes widened when you felt someone grab your hair. You wince grabbing onto the guys wrist trying to pry it off.

"Listen here you bitch, you're going to follow us and not you aren't going to make a sound. Got it?" seongjes minion yanked your hair making you look up at him.

You give him a little nod before he loosens the grip from your hair bringing his hand to your shoulder, bringing you closer to him. The smell of cheap cologne filled your nostrils as he brung your body even closer to him your arms touching his side as your face stayed neutral but all the nerves in your body told you to pry his disgusting hand off your shoulder.

"I'll handle her." a voice commanded.

"Ok boss," he chuckled shoving you towards the figure that was getting another cigarette from their pack, It was obviously seongje, but why did he do that?

"Stop shoving me you already gave me a headache." you tsk'ed at him before looking in front of you taking confident but little steps when you felt a hand land on your head "Where do you think you're going?" the smell of cigarettes mixed with cheap ramen replaced the smell of the cheap cologne that your nose was just getting used to.

"Home because i actually have a life unlike you guys." you replied, a loud, dramatic sigh escaped from your lips.

You heard a low chuckled as seongje ruffled your hair "You have a lot to learn." he rests his hand on your upper back guiding you to a unfamiliar rooftop. You and juntae were forced to sit down and watch gotak getting brutally beaten up by seongje when you stand up walking over to where the fight is happening "Let me do it, ill think of it as practise." you grinned placing a hand on gotak "Go sit down."

As gotak obeyed your orders, sitting down as his whole body trembled. Luckily for you, you're good at fighting, and you're pretty smart, making you like a weapon. After getting beaten, not harshly, you knew his exact moves, he tried to punch you only for you to block and kick his solar plexus, a loud groan came from him as he looked at you like he just figured out a puzzle. You tried to punch him only for him to twist your hand the other way. You scream in pain as he finally let go of your arm, grabbing a fist full of your hair, bringing his head closer to yours.

"You think you can beat me? Like the good little bitch you are?" He spat out, each insult making him grin wider.

"Dont act like you're not being used by the union. Fuck, probably by woman too." You sneer kicking his knee, making him fall to the ground. But instead of letting go of your hair, he dragged you down with him, making you fall onto him. Your palms were on his chest. You felt solid muscle as a chuckle interrupted the embarrassing moment, following with a groan that sounded more like a moan.

"You really thought I would let go of your hair? Gosh, you're laying on top of the guy no one dares to mess with." He looked at you, you tilt your head slightly, your eyebrows burrowing before he headbutted you, painfully hard.

"FUCKING HELL!" You screeched holding onto your forehead.

Seongje pressed his finger into the cut you had on your eyebrow, digging his finger in the wound. "Stop trying to act like the hero in everyones stories." He said, like that was advice.

"And you stop being a tool in everyones stories." You fire back, grabbing his wrist and twisting it in a very not normal way until you heard a crack. His loud shouts echoed throughout the rooftop. "Whoopsie, that was on accident!" You giggled.

Seongje lunged onto you, his full weight compressing your hips, making you helpless as his thumb was digging into your eye socket. "Beg for your fucking life if you dont want me to rip your eyes out, like the good little slut you are."

At this point, even his minions are trying to pry him off as tears pricked your eyes as your legs moved helplessly. "Fuck seongje get off me!" You cry out.

"Why should I? You broke my wrist, so the least I can do it makes you lose your vision?"

"Seongje!" You barked."Let go of me! Do you want your minions to get your side chick here?"

"Why should they when my new side chick is right here?"

The air suddenly becomes louder than it was when everyone just stopped what they were doing. To be fair, you don't know anything about seongjes' love life. You kind of just guessed he had a lot of one night stands that meant absolutely nothing to him. I mean, look at this guy. He totally looks like that type of guy.

"W-what?" You stammer out.

"You heard me." He growled before standing up and heading to the exit. The hand you broke placed carefully into his blazer pocket.

Gotak and juntae immediately rush to your side as you pant heavily as your body just got hit with a wave of fear. And with your luck, you passed out, maybe it was from you bleeding, maybe it was from the fact that seongje called you a side chick like it meant nothing. Or maybe it's just your nervous system finally reaching it's climax and it couldn't hold up your worries.

*the next day*

You wake up on an unfamiliar mattress, wearing an unfamiliar shirt and having no fond memory of how you ended up here when a you hear someone cuss under their breath "fuck..." they muttered, their hands tapping furiously on the keyboard.

"Where the fuck am I?" You scan the room taking in every tiny detail.

"You're finally awake," they turned around in their gaming chair. And there he was, the guy you had to fucking fall for, geum seongje.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" You scream, getting startled half to death.

"Woah, calm down, im here taking care of my side chick." He confidently replied.

"First of all, I am not your side chick, and second of all, who thought you could change me into a different set of clothing?"

"Wow... this is what I get for helping an unconscious person?"

"You tried poking my eyes out!" You barked, standing up and picking up the clothes that were messily scattered across the floor. "What? Are you going to look at me when I change?"

"You're acting like i didn't change you into the shirt that you're wearing."

"Watch your mouth!"

"Sorry, princess," he grins, putting his hands in the air before slowly turning back to the monitor.

You breathed a sigh of relief before quickly changing into your uniform. You looked totally wrecked, your hair still in that messy bun that you wore yesterday to school. The dirt on your blouse, the dark red dark spots on your blazer and tie, your skirt half unzipped before you head out of the door.

"You forgot to thank me!" Seongje shouted as you stormed out of the door, the cold air immediately hitting your entire body as you shivered. You try to find your phone, looking everywhere, your blazer, bag, and the pockets you sewed into your school skirt. "Looking for this?" Seongje stood beside you, your phone in his big hand, your phonecase covered in the stickers juntae decided to put on during a random Thursday morning before class.

"Thank you." You whisper out, walking away as fast as you could, hoping Seongje could just leave you alone.

A hand grabbed your bag, pulling you into someone's chest. "So you thank me for giving you your phone but not when I bring you in when you pass out?"

"Yes, because you tried to fucking poke my eye out, and you also because your calling me random petnames that i absolutely despise."

"Im sorry princess, but I have to be kind to my new side chick on this beautiful Saturday morning," he said wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

"What are you trying to do?!" Your shoulders tense as you stumble into him.

"What does it look like im doing? Im being kind"

"You're insufferable..." You sigh crossing your arms.

"I know." He grins, looking down at you.

After he walked you to your house, you obviously have to lead the way, the door closed behind you, a loud click coming out of the door. Escaping you from the life you had outside those doors. You lie on your bed, your eyes closing shut when you realise you had to go to your job. You work at a nearby pc cafe that made you wear those uncomfortable polo shirts that were probably never washed. You put on some skinny jeans with some fur boots you bought with your own money, putting on a random shirt because either way, you will have to go get those polo shirts and quickly put it on in a cubicle.

You walk in, an airpod shoved in your ear, the cafe being busy like usual, the person who works with you throwing their polo shirt towards you as they head out of the door "good luck today's busier than usual."

You let out a loud sigh as you quickly run to the bathroom, putting on the white polo shirt with the pc cafes logo on the left side of the chest. You sit down at the front desk, doing your homework as you give people their noodles or their assigned seats.

Finally, no one was ordering you around, no one was walking in, you finslly had time to sit down and do your homework that was due on Monday, your phone laying on the desk, the stickers slowly fading away when you felt a voice popping the bubble you had put yourself in "Didn't know you worked here princess," he teased, placing his elbows on the desk, new people you never saw behind him, they all had horrible fashion taste, one wore a green jacket with an orange shirt, another wore a purple shirt with Grey tracksuit bottoms.

"What do you want seongje," you said, looking up and bursting out laughing at the people behind him. "What the fuck, do they have no fashion sense?" You laugh out, tears running down your cheeck because of how hard your laughing.

"Well, anyways, we don't have any more space for you guys. All of them are occupied." You sigh going back to doing your homework.

"I wasn't here for that, I was here waiting for my girl to finish work." Seongje replied, leaning closer to you, "those are the people that im forced to work with, unfortunately."

You look up, your ears turning bright red, when you stand up, walking over to where you usually make the noodles when one of seongjes lackeys said loud enough for everyone to hear "Wow Seongje you have good taste, I mean that ass is so-"

Bang.

Seongje grabbed the guy by the hair and slammed his head viciously on the front desk, then again, and again, and again. "Don't talk about her like that, do you understand?" He looked up to see you waving over to your friend, yeonji (this is a random ass name that I pulled out of my ass ok)

She excitedly ran over, practically drooling over the cup of noodles you made her. "Y/n, do you have a lighter? You know, the one that juntae gave you, it's so cute and so is he!!" She exclaimed until she realised what commotion happened before she walked in, "Y/n, why is blood sprayed on the desk, and why is seongje here..." she whispered, walking behind you, still slurping on the noodles.

"Right yeonji, go to sit down and eat the noodles while I clean up the mess and possibly a corpse." You sigh, grabbing multiple damp cloths and paper towels, heading to the front of the desk, bending down slightly as you clean the desk with efficiency, the smell of metallic blood and the possible red stain that's never leaving the wooden panels as you felt someone ruffle your hair, "I'll come back soon princess," he said walking out of the door.

"Yah!" Yeonji said, her mouth full of noodles."You and seongje make a great couple!" You were mopping the door as you froze on the spot, the mop falling onto the ground."I would NEVER date him!" You barked."If you mention that again, the last thing you will see is a mop getting shoved down your throat."

"Fine, my apologies!" She giggling "Anyways do you think juntae has a crush on me! Like I noticed when I talk to him his ears turn red! Should i shoot my shot?"

"I dont know yeonji, you do you." You sigh, praying to god that she can stop talking about juntae every day.

"Well," yeonji hesitated. "seongje is totally your type! I mean, you said you liked guys who knew how to fight, had brownish-blackish hair, and wore glasses, and not to mention, he's been calling you princess!"

"He's only doing that to tease me he's probably hanging out with his hoe or something," you laugh, but when you see yeonjis serious face, you get curious and lean on the desk "what's wrong?"

"Y/n do you seriously not know?"

"What should I know?" You laugh awkwardly.

"He doesn't trust anyone, gosh, he doesn't even look at people directly, most girls are scared to even approach him, and the ones that do get humiliated so badly that they leave this place."

"...what?"

"Gosh y/n your living under a rock!"

"Wait so... if anything, im his first person he looked directly? First person to trust?"

"Yeah, he also is really scary In general, how are you not scared of him!"

"He's not scary once you understand him, but obviously, you're not smart enough to understand."

"Hey! Watch who you're speaking to!" She barked.

"Remember who's helping you try to get with juntae!!" You tease.

You finally finish your shift, your whole body ached, your legs slightly trembling as you walk home when a pair of hands landed on your shoulders again. At this point, you knew who it was, seongje. "How was your shift?" He asked, his thumb slightly going in small circles across your shoulder.

"It was shit." You reply, a sigh escaping your lips as you gently press your head on seongjes chest. "Gosh, my legs feel like they're going to give out." You complain, your knees buckling as seongje instinctively grabs your arms to stop you from falling.

"Are you ok? Are you going to pass out again?" He questioned, gripping your arms more tightly.

"Yes, im fine, im just tired." You answer, your legs shaking more.

"Yeah, no, im not letting you walk home like that." Seongje announced, lifting you in his arm like tou weighted nothing.

"Seongje let go! I can walk myself!" You barked, hitting his chest lightly.

"Not a chance, I just saw your legs give out over there. Do you think im going to let you walk after that?"

"Seongje! If someone from my school sees us like that, they're going to think we're dating!" You scold him, but in the end, nothing seems to be making seongje change his mind, so you just give up and see what happens next.

Obviously, seongje carries you to his place instead of yours, throwing you on the bed. "Go to sleep, princess, the bed is all yours." He grins sitting down at the chair and placing his gaming headset on, screaming at the scream every 2 minutes.

You get yourself comfortable on the mattress, your work outfit still on except for the two shoes that were messily scattered around the door. You were pretty much used to the loud atmosphere, so falling asleep wasn't a problem, but the problem was when you woke up. You woke up with an arm around around your waist, I mean, you weren't mad about it, but you weren't overly happy about it.

You try to get up. "Stop moving." Seongje commanded, his arm wrapping tighter around you. You were in that position for God knows how long. You thought about what yeonji said yesterday: "He's exactly your type.'

And she was right. He is your type.

But before you could think about it more, your alarm started blaring in your pocket. You see the time, and you swear your eyes widened so much that they were about to fall out. You were going to be late for your job, "Seongje, im going to be late if you dont move your arm from my waist." You try to shake him violently to wake him up, but he pulled you closer to him, "Oh my god, can you not be like 5 minutes late?" He groaned finally letting you go.

"Seongje, you know where I work. You can be clingy to me there, but right now, I need to go to work unless I want my pay to be deducted." You lecture him, putting your boots on.

"At least change into something else," he replied, his voice still in that raspy tone from when you woke up. "Change into my shirt atleast."

"Fine, but if I smell like tabbacco at my job and yeonji notices, it's your fault."

"Fine, I'll take the blame." He mutters before turning around, his back on full display, scars running down his back as his muscles flexed with every twitch.

"Good, and im going now, see you soon enough." You wave to him goodbye and head out of the door (as if he's going to see it)

You walk to the pc cafe, getting greeted by the other person working there throwing you their uniform shirt. "Today's ok-ish, but don't mind the people that walk in with paper bags," she said calm as ever.

"What do you mean?" You ask, grabbing her wrist before she headed out.

"This guy called seongje comes here every Sunday to collect phones and money from different schools, don't interact with him though because he's dangerous. But apparently, this girl broke his wrist or something." She walked out, leaving your arm just levitating in the air when you finally snapped back to reality and ran into a cubicle and quickly changed into the polo shirt.

You walk to the desk, put in one of your airpods, do your usual routine, serve people, and tell them where they can sit. When hyoman walks in, you know him by him bullying juntae when baku was suspended. He's a pain in the ass, and pretty much everyone hates him. "Oh hey y/n is seongje here?" He asks you, wearing the most ugliest outfit known to mankind.

"No, he's not hyoman, go and annoy someone elses ass." You reply, voice sharper than it should've been.

"Hey, calm down. You're acting like you're not annoying someone's ass right now."

"shut the fuck up you dick, your girlfriends probably only with you because she saw your fake Louis Vuitton bag and thought it was the real one." You fire back "So leave before I call the police and say that someone's harassing me."

"You fucking bitch I should've targeted you instead of that sensitive dick juntae." Hyoman screamed before leaving.

"Fucking hell, finally." You sigh, sinking into the chair.

"Hey princess, do you have a seat i may use?" It was seongje, you didn't even have to look st him for you to know it was him.

"Aisle 3 chair 5." You pointed, logging it onto the computer as seongje went to sit down. A couple minutes later, yeonji runs in crying her eyes out, she was covered in cuts and bruises.

"Woah- hey- yeonji, what's wrong?" You drag her onto the chair you were sitting on, bringing her a tissue box.

"Y-you know hyoman." She stammered out, "He-" she couldn't even formulate words. She was panicking, crying, and god, you didn't know what to do.

"What did hyoman do?" You ask, wiping the tears that were running down her cheek

"He- he- he started to-" her broke sobs filled the room as her body shaked uncontrollably. "He started to hit me and was calling you a dumb bitch, he- he also said that if i tell you what happens today. He- he said he's going to make sure the last time i see you is bleeding out on the floor"

Your jaw clenched as you wrapped your arms around her. "Dont listen to hyoman. He doesn't have the balls to go for me, so he decided to go for you. I promise nothing will happen to me. He's just trying to scare you. Now, I'll make you your favorite noodles while I clean your face up, ok?"

"I heard him talking on the phone that when you're walking back from school, he's going to come at you with a group of guys." She sobbed."I dont want to see my friend bleeding out on the floor."

"Dont worry about me, yeonji. I can take care of myself, ok?"

"O-ok," she whimpered out still shaking uncontrollably.

Once, you finally calmed yeonji down, her eyes still puffy and swollen, multiple guys coming in with paper bags, and you didn't even acknowledge them as they walked to aisle 3 chair 5 where geum seongje sat, sitting down nonchalantly. You laughed at the sight because you remember how clingy he was to you this morning.

"Y/n..." yeonji said weakly.

You quickly ran to her "yes, what happened?"

"Why do you smell like cigarettes." Yeonji teased, "Did you and seongje do something I should know about."

"W-what are you on about, we did ABSOLUTELY nothing. All i did was go to his place for the night." You stammer out, your whole face turning red from embarrassment and shyness.

"And what did you guys do for the night, I bet you guys had a fun night," yeonji giggled.

You covered your head in the palms of your hand. "we just slept. you're making me embarrassed!!"

"Are you sure your face is turning red from embarrassment or because of something else." Yeonji nudged you, clearly laughing her ass off.

"Hey!" You giggled along with her until a voice cut the laughter.

"Y/n who's that guy that's coming after you?" It was seongje, leaning on the desk like he was yesterday.

"Do you really need to know?" You sigh.

"Yes of course, I need to make sure my girlfriend isnt hurt." He grins walking off, probably already knowing who it was because of how loud yeonji was weeping earlier.

"Well, anyways, what did you and seongje do? Doesn't he play video games, I bet his fingers are-"

"DONT EVEN THINK ABOUT FINISHING THAT SENTENCE YEONJI!" You screamed, shoving the pancake you were going to eat into her mouth.

"Whatt, I said nothing wrong." Yeonji protested, the pancake still in her mouth.

"You said something VERY wrong, actually." You corrected her.

"Well, im going to ask juntae out for coffee tomorrow!" Yeonji squealed, one of her eyes closed shut as the bruise expanded as she was eating the pancake you shoved in her mouth.

"Well, I bid you luck." You smiled."I need to go now. My shift finished in like a minute. Do you want to stay over at my place?"

"Hmm, I'll think about it while we walk!" Yeonji beamed "now go change, because you look reslly uncomfortable in that."

"Thank you!" You shouted, walking into the staff toilets and changing your shirt.

You walk out, forgetting that you're wearing a seongjes shirt. And you hear yeonji gasp VERY loudly. "Oh my god, YOURE WEARING SEONGJES SHIRT. YOU GUYS DEFINITELY DID SOMETHING YESTERDAY!"

"FOR THE LAST TIME WE DOD ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!"

While you and yeonji walk out, giggling, teasing, laughing, and enjoying the night. Someone was walking beside you.

"Oh- uhm- h-hi seongje..." yeonji muttered, instinctively wrapping her arm around yours.

"Can you hold these babe," seongje asked, already placing a few paper bags in your arms.

"Can you not hold these yourself?" You complained. "And quit calling me those names."

"You're the one who broke my wrist," Seongje nudged you, slightly chuckling.

"Woah! Y/n you never told me that!" Yeonji eyes practically beamed. "I'll head home! You guys can have a fun night in y/ns apartment." She giggled before walking the opposite direction.

"That girl." You muttered slightly shaking your head.

"Well, that is true, im staying at yours today. Im too lazy to head to my place." Seongje grinned like he planned this all out. "God, is that girl always a cry baby?"

"Dont say that about yeonji! She got hit multiple times by a dick that hates me. " You barked, lightly kicking his shin.

"Im sorry, princess. I hope you forgive me."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." You mutter.

Once you step in your house, seongje already took his shoes off, placing the paper bags on top of your kitchen counters.

"I mean, I don't have any clothes for you. Are you okay sleeping with only grey sweatpants?" You ask, throwing him the pair towards him.

"More than perfect." He grinned, walking to your bathroom.

After both of you finished showering and eating, you decided to go to sleep. As you tried to fall asleep, seongje walked in, laying on your bed right beside you.

"What are you doing, seongje?" You ask clearly annoyed

"The couch is too uncomfortable." Seongje complained, already pulling you into his arms.

"That doesn't mean you can hug me."

"Just shut up."

And you obeyed, you were quiet for the rest of the night, surprisingly you fell asleep faster, you woke up as your alarm started screaming at 6:30 in the morning. You saw seongje clinging onto you. He was only wearing they grey sweatpants you gave to him, his chin layed on your shoulder. You quietly slip out of his arms, getting ready for school. After you finished getting ready for school, ten minutes left before you had to head out of the door, you wake up seongje.

"Seongje wake up, you're going to be late for school!" You shout, sitting down beside seongje, who currently looks dead lying on your bed as you shake his shoulders gently.

"I barely even go to school, let me sleep." He sighed dramatically, covering his body with your covers.

"Fine, goodnight." You smile slightly, removing the covers from his face as you ruffle his hair.

You meet up with yeonji, you two already linking arms as you spot juntae, gotak, sieun, and baku walking together in unison.

Yeonji practically runs up to juntae as she drags you with her. "Hey guys! You know y/n's seeing someone!" She giggled.

"Not this again..." you mutter.

"Who is it?" They all ask in unison.

"Seongje!" She beams excitedly, "Like it's so obvious they like each other! I bet 40,000 won that seongje will wait out here for y/n at the school gates after school!"

All the guys stared at you, their faces mixed with disgust, confusion, and 'tell me everything from the start' type of faces.

"Like i bet his fingers were so-"

"DONT EVEN FINISH THAT SENTENCE!" you slightly slap the back of her head.

"What! I'm being honest, like you obviously had no clothes for him except for that one grey sweatpants you bought in the wrong size, so he probably wore that with no shir-" yeonji got interrupted again by you flicking her forehead.

"N-no, he wore the shirt he was wearing that day." Your cheeks flushed red.

"SEE YOUR BLUSHING! YOU LIKE SEONGJE!" yeonji exclaims. "Well, anyways, juntae, do you want to get coffee after school?"

Juntae practically turned into a tomatoe because of how red he turned "s-sure." He said shyly.

"YAY!!" yeonji smiled brightly, wrapping her arm around his as they walked off.

"Yah! y/n and juntae found their lovers, even though it despise one of them." Baku sighed.

"You guys don't understand him." You huffed.

"Yes we do." The three said in unison.

"No, you guys don't." You answered.

"Well, how can you like someone that tried to rip your eye out?" Gotak asked.

"Because he helped me out when I passed out on top of a random rooftop unlike someone,"

"We were trying to call for help!" Gotak fired back.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let's go to class before we're late." You stated before walking into the classroom and sitting down at your assigned desk.

After the school day finishes, you, yeonji, and the guys walk together (obviously, yeonji was clinging onto juntae) as you walk past the school gates and see seongje standing there, he was wearing the grey sweatpants you offered him and the jacket he wore yesterday, and surprisingly the outfit kind of matched?

"Oh my god! I knew it! Give me my 40,000 won! Y/n, go to your boyfriend! He probably misses not laying in bed with you!" She squeals loud enough for the Eunjang students walking past us the hear.

Seongje walks up to you. He wraps his arm around your shoulder like always, "Let's go, princess, hyomans probably waiting for you in that alley."

"How did you know..?" Yeonji asked, her voice laced with curiosity.

"I heard everything, that's why im going with my girlfriend." Seongje replies, bringing you closer to him.

"OH MY GOSH I KNEW IT! SEE Y/N YOU CANT HIDE STUFF FROM ME!" yeonji practically jumped as he held juntaes arm tighter.

"Well, im going, I need to beat hyomans ass. Cya!" You waved to them before walking with seongje "seongje you are in SO much trouble once we head home."

"What i did nothing." Seongje protested, grinning like an idiot while girls (probably the ones that like him) looked at you with murder in their eyes.

Once you were at the alley, waiting for hyoman, seongjes arm around your shoulder, it felt like hours, the sky turned dark as you waited impatiently for hyoman when your friend yeonji runs towards you, "y/n-" she heaved "hyoman was spotted in a different alleyway-" she practically was clinging on you "he was lying on the floor unresponsive with the people that came with him."

"The police are still trying to find who did it." She panted

"Seongje show me your knuckles." You ordered

"Why?" He asked, already placing his hand onto yours, the calluses on his palms brushing harshly on your palm.

"Because you were the one that did it." You scanned his knuckles as he hissed when you slightly brushed your thumb across his knuckles.

"Ok, you caught me." He huffed, putting his hand back into his jacket.

"Wow y/n, you really hit the jackpot! Y/n I told you to go for the guys that play video games because they are always good with their-" yeonji teased until she gets inturrupted by you lecturing her.

"Yeonji, for the 5th time, STOP TALKING ABOUT FINGERS-"

"Ok, ok, im sorry, well I also wanted to tell you about my date with juntae!" Yeonji beamed, clinging onto your arm like a koala.

As you and yeonji were talking, seongje was hoping that yeonji could leave so it could be you and seongje again.

"Well, y/n, I have to go now! You and seongje can have your alone time now!" She giggled.

Once you enter your house, seongje obviously follows you into the apartment. As the door clicks shut, you finally snap. "Why did you call me your girlfriend?!"

"It was the only thing appropriate for the situation." He replied coldly "Plus it will get the other girls to stop running after me."

"Oh? So that was for your benefit? Don't you consider how I feel sometimes?"

"Not really." He replied, dryly.

"You know." You snarl,"I really thought you liked me,"

You grab your jacket and walk out of the apartment, already texting yeonji to meet up at the café that she was with juntae a few minutes ago. As tears pricked your eyes, blurring your vision. You walk outside, going through an alleyway that looks suspicious, but it is faster to go here than go through crowded areas to go to the cafe. When you get stopped by a few people.

"Is this her?" One of them asked, all of them alot taller than you.

"Yea, she's the girl that's been spotted with seongje more than once." Another one said.

"What do you want im in a hurry." You ask impatiently.

"You know, we need something to lure seongje in, and you're our bait." He grinned, walking towards you.

"Ok... well, can I go past now?" You ask, clearly just ignoring whatever they were trying to say.

"Do you need to like get hit in the head for you to understand we were saying to you?" He asked, grabbing his phone to record."Come on, say something to the camera."

And before you could answer, someone yanked you, running to your apartment. It was seongje. He pulled you into the elevator, his breath uneven from how far he ran, but his hand was still laced around your wrist. As soon as those elevator doors opened, he ran to your apartment, locking the door as soon as you stepped into your place. He hugged you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist as his chin rested in your hair. After 5 long minutes, he looks at you with his brown eyes that are staring deep into the e/c eyes in front of him.

"I didn't want to say it here, not after we had an argument but, I really like you y/n, the reason I called you my girlfriend was because I wished it was true, it came out of my mouth naturally and-"

"I like you too, you idiot," you grinned, going on your tippy toes and kissing him, lightly at first, making sure he was comfortable with it, and he was more than comfortable with it, when he grinned. He grabbed your waist with the hand that was out into a cast as the other was tangled in your air, pushing your mouth to be closer to his. Once he finally lets go, your foreheads touch, "i don't stop at one kiss." He grins before crashing his lips into yours again, harsher, not how the previous one was like. You wrap your arms around his neck, walking over to the bedroom that was already dimly lit as you guys fall onto the bed. Your gasp for air as his mouth meets yours again. You guys go back and forth kissing each other like you guys were waiting for this moment the whole time.

*the next day*

You wake up, your head laying on seongjes chest, his arm wrapped around your waist, as you guys wore the same things you had on yesterday, and finally, you didnt have the urge to pry his hands off your waist. He woke up a few minutes later. You were peppering him with little kisses on your face as you get ready for school while seongje gets ready to walk you to school.

You both walk to Eunjang, his hand around your waist pulling you a fraction closer each time someone stares at you a second too long. And then you see them, yeonji, juntae, gotak, sieun, and baku all staring at you like you've lost your mind.

"Hi y/n!!" Yeonji excitedly waved to you. "Did you and seongje-"

"Stop with those types of questions!" You lecture yeonji before seongje pulls you closer. "I dont know if y/n's comfortable answering those questions." He grinned.

"Are you guys together together?!" She asked, jumping up and down."Oh y/n, im not stupid when it comes to love!"

"Figure it out yourself!" You tsked at her before whispering something into seongjes' ear."I'll see you at my apartment." You walk in with yeonji while the guys all stare at him with murder in their eyes before heading in themselves.

The school day ends as usual. Your bag rested on your shoulders, as yeonji was wrapping her arms around yours as she talked about every key detail at her date with juntae when you spot seongje leaning over a motorcycle, waiting for you at the school gates.

"Are you ready to go?" He grinned, placing the helmet on your head as you both sit down. He practically rushes to the apartment as he feels you grip his waist tighter every time he becomes faster, making him have a sheepish grin on him.

The 5 school days go by faster than you could imagine, and seongje practically lives at your apartment now, his clothes layed messily on your floor, his colognes sat beside yours as his pack of cigarettes rested on your nightstand. Your alarm woke you up for your job, seongje was sleeping, somewhat peacefully (??) on the other side of the bed, his chest fully exposed to the cold air as you wore some pair of flared leggings with a plain top that you picked up from the ground where seongjes pile of clothes sat untouched.

You gently kiss his temples before you leave for work. As you clock in for the shift, the white polo shirt makes you itch uncontrollably when seongje walks in, wearing a purple jacket and some black baggy cargo jeans. He walks behind the desk where you're currently making a pot of noodles for someone. He plops down on the chair, waiting for you to notice him. You give the noodles to the guy before getting jumpscared by seongje.

"Seongje! You scared me!" You gasped slightly flicking seongjes forehead, clearly pissed at him.

"I wanted to surprise my girlfriend." He grinned, pulling you onto his lap, resting his hands on your hips as he rested his chin on your shoulder still probably sleepy from when he woke up.

"You should've stayed home in your tired." You recommended slightly smiling to yourself.

"If anything, I'll just nap on you." He grinned, pressing a lazy kiss on your neck, and that's when you see standing right in front of the desk, yeonji holding hands with juntae as sieun gotak and baku were still trying to process what just happened.

"OH MY GOD, Y/N! DID I SEE THAT CORRECTLY!?" She jumped, pointing to seongje that still had his hands on your hips and his chin still resting on your shoulder.

"DID YOU SERIOUSLY HAVE TO PICK HIM -" baku roared. "YOU GUYS HAVE SOME EXPLAINING TO DO, I THOUGH YEONJI WAS JUST LYING AGAIN ABOUT YOU LIKING SEONGJE!"

"Well, it's pretty straightforward, we met, started hanging out, fell in love, and now we're dating." You reply

"Do you not realise he's apart of a gang?" Gotak asks

"I mean, as long as he's not in jail, then im completely fine with what decision he makes." You reply dryly.

"Well, you have to somehow convince us that seongjes good." Baku said, his eyes still looking at seongje like he's prey.

"Guys, calm down she's just finally letting herself have someone that's good with-" yeonji happily said

"If you keep talking about that topic im not gonna make you your favourite noodles." You threaten pointing a finger at her.

*later that night*

You finish your shift, seongjes fingers intertwined with yours, yeonjis hand gripping onto juntaes, sieun, gotak, and baku still not fully convinced seongje could be a good guy. But you guys hang out, mainly it was baku interrogating seongje but you guys had fun. Later they sent something in the group chat:

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A/n #2; im actually like so tired. I've been listening to gulu gulu while making this, and it lowkey made me more productive.. I didn't know how to end it, but im scared I made it like too long... im too lazy to proofread, so if there are mistakes, I apologize 🙂‍↕️