#whc fluff

contains reader being kind of annoying idk, seongje isn't happy, annoying men (not seongje).

content warnings drugs mentioned, threats? kind of.

early bird gets the burger and fries.

contains reader being given a shitload of work to do from baek-jin, seong-mok being an amazing coworker & great friend.

content warnings nothing really? it involves union paperwork stuff so technically illegal activities but it's really nothing.

⤷ requests are closed for now ! i will not write anything involving non con, incest or minors dating adults (if i think of anything else, i'll add it later).

contains reader and seongje getting closer, seongje getting jealous, annoying people sticking their nose in other people's business.

content warnings mentions of drugs and gang activity.

contains seongje!drug dealer au, implied he's still a member of the union as well but very briefly. reader smokes for relaxation purposes. let me know if you're down for more parts?

content warnings mentions of drugs and drinking.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ ill keep u my dirty little secret .ᐟ.ᐟ

( series unfinished )

pairing: wolf keum x reader

summary: summary: wolf keum doesnt do soft, so who would have guessed ganghak’s top student who was the complete opposite of him had somthing going on with him?

chapters: 3 / ?

genre: fluff, comfort

A/N: yayy my first fic guys, im su excited to write all the chapters because this has genuinely been hyperfixated on my mind for the longest time.

chapter 01

chapter 02

chapter 03

𑣲pairing: husband!baekjin x s/o!reader

𑣲context: your husband finally comes back, after abandoning the union.. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

𑣲genre: angst-y + a little fluff (toward the end)

𑣲warning(s): mentions of pill use/overdosing.

𑣲a/n: sighhh, hey guys 😭😭 this one.. it's a lot. i was literally stressing whilst writing this, but it was worth itttt!! prepare for lots of angst and emotion, you'll need it 🥹🥹 im getting a little better at writing these short stories, and though it's hard not to ramble on and change everything at the last minute—i really, really enjoy making stories like these and i hope that you guys will enjoy this one too! lots of love<3 – z💕

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᯽ ݁˖ Tonight was just like the other lonely nights without him. Even just thinking about him was a burden.

You set your steaming cup of tea down onto the nightstand and leaned back into the bed; the same tired, stressed expression etched onto your face like it has been for the past weeks. The silence in the room was deafening, your soft robe meant to make you feel comfortable started to irritate your skin, you could feel a pulsing feeling in your head that wasn't there before. Why does this keep happening?

Instinct. Impulse. Your fingers immediately wrapped around the fifth bottle of pain relief, amongst the other empty ones. The tip of your thumb immediately made its way to the cap, ready to flick it open. This isn't good for you.. yet, your mind can't resist. Your heart beats irrationally without it. It's a problem, but you're not bothered to solve it. Since, he doesn't bother to show up.

As your fingers tighten around the bottle, your thumb is just about ready to completely tear off the cap. However..

"Ahem."

You got startled, making your thumb pop the lid off of the bottle by accident and resulting in a multitude of red and white pills sprawled out across the floor. You looked down at the mess, not daring to even look up for once second. The floor usually wasn't that interesting, but it was very intriguing at this very moment. The sound of footsteps creeped up on you, until they halted in front of the medication.

"What's all this?" Baek-jin...? You couldn't even recognize his voice, partly because your mind was still it's hazy state but mostly because.. he just hadn't been there. You titled your head slightly to look at him in the eyes—once cold but gentle, now completely soulless. His hair was a mess, unkempt but still presentable in a way. His lips dry and cracked, the bags under his eyes were practically pillows carrying all his tiredness. Baek-jin looked like a corpse, but you felt like one.

"Answer me, Y/n." His chilling words jolted you out of your thoughts. You cleared your throat, "It's just painkillers." You responded simply, too simply.. almost like you wanted him to care, ask questions—just do anything but stand there, still distancing himself whilst being in the same room as you. Baek-jin scoffs, it's a cold and uncaring scoff—the opposite of what you hoped for. "Really? I leave for a bit, and you want to try and overdose? How foolish of a marriage partner can you be?" His words practically stab your already wounded and weak heart, but you don't sit there and take it. Not anymore.

A frown began to form on your face as you straightened up your body to look at him dead in the eyes. "Even if I did, you wouldn't bat an eye. You're so selfish and negligent, I don't even think I could consider myself as your 'one and only', a marriage partner. It feels like I'm more of a forgotten acquaintance than anything.." Your firm words seem to tug a sarcastic smile on his lips, it was clear he didn't take you seriously—even in your desperate state. Baek-jin took a step forward, several pills crushing under his shoes. His lean hand reached up to loosen his tie, then bury itself in his pocket afterwards.

"Hey. I've been working my ass off for months and months. Risking my life every day. What have you been doing? Sitting at home, sulking like the ungrateful person you are? This is what I get in return for almost dying? You're lucky I haven't—"

You cut him off.

"There you go again, blaming me for things I never asked you to do! I told you to change, I told you to turn back until it was too late. Yet, you're still holding on to the shred of hope you had as a teenager—some sort of dystopian, violent loan shark business!"

You stood up and also took a step forward, crushing more pills.

"That 'Union' organization is ruining you, ruining us. At this point, I'd be better off—" "I left."

Silence.

Your words died down in your throat. He... left? This couldn't be.. It had to be a dream right? You were neither happy or sad, just.. unsure. Your stomach churned with nervousness. It couldn't be this easy. Baek-jin spoke up.

"I.. I was planning to leave a long time ago." He said softly, looking down at the floor. "Then.. My father died, a couple of days ago. I didn't see the purpose of staying any longer after that. So, I left." He shifted uncomfortably, "Not without a 'beating of betrayal' obviously. I handed my position over to Mr. Geum."

Your face was the definition of shock and inner conflict. Is that why he looked so.. pathetic? They beat him? You didn't even want to think about it, your knees were already weak, your heart was beating irrationally—this time, not from the lack of pills, but from an overflow of emotions. You were already kneeling on the floor desperately before you could even process it, your eyes spilling out a numerous amount of tears that hit the floor like rainfall.

Baek-jin's eyes widened in panic, and for the first time since you've both met—he was by your side. He was immediately on his knees by you, his arms around you like a protective barrier and his hand placed gently on the back of your head like you were a delicate artifact. Baek-jin had never seen you act this way, not even when he used to criticize you day by day before he went away. He didn't know why you were doing this, was it the drugs hitting you or what he said? Was it both? Honestly, he still did not know.

He knew one thing, though. He knew that he didn't deserve to touch you after being absent, he knew that he didn't deserve your tears, he knew that he wasn't going to be forgiven just like that by you—and rightfully so. However, he couldn't help but bring you closer to his body. Your head rested on his chest as you continued bawling, it was an instinctive thing. You couldn't help it. Even after all the months of pain and suffering Baek-jin delivered to you for no reason. He was still married to you.

You still loved him.

And that's the problem. You didn't know that this man thought of you every single day, cried a little at the thought of not seeing you again, looking back at your pictures on his phone to reminisce earlier, better times. Baek-jin loved you too, but he didn't know how to show it. He was brought up with violent love, the thought that immersing yourself in violence and corruption to support your partner was acceptable to both sides of a relationship and kept it stable. It's all he ever knew.

All those time he'd snap at you, sleep in a different room, not come home—that was his way of coping. Deep down, he knew it wasn't right but thats what his heart moved him to do. Moving away from the Union, meant breaking free from the shackles of coldness and isolation.

And you knew that, but enough was enough at the time.

The question is: Would you both hear each other out and rekindle your hidden love?

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᭝ ᨳଓ ՟  hold her for me.ᐟ.ᐟ

pairing: kang wooyoung x reader

wc: 1.0k

summary: you only asked Kang Wooyoung to hold your niece for a second. somehow, she ends up becoming his favorite person.

content warning: swearing

genre: fluff, comfort

A/N: yayy thank you for the request hehe it means alot to mee, hope you like this, sorry if its short and bad

Your laptop screen had been glowing for the past two hours straight, unfinished essays and assignments had been piled up while your phone buzzed with unread messages from your classmates asking if you started on the projects you forgot.

At this point, you felt like your head was gonna explode from stress. And somehow, things only got worse when your sister suddenly dropped your baby niece off at your apartment with a quick “I’ll be back later!” before disappearing.

“You’ve got to be kidding me..” you groan, rubbing the temple of your head while your niece happily chewed on one of your pens on your bed.

You were genuinely juggling everything at this point, your niece drooling on your shoulder while you were typing out essays when the sound of your apartment door unlocking makes you immediately look up. Kang Wooyoung barely glances at you before kicking his shoes off lazily.

“…Did you even sleep?”

“Does it look like I slept?”

Before he could even reply, your niece let out a babble from your shoulder, Wooyoung finally gets a proper look at her for the first time. The baby immediately reaches toward him with her tiny hands as if she already decided she already liked him.

“..Fuck no.” Wooyoung says immediately, taking a step back.

“Can you hold her?” you suddenly ask, looking at him with tired eyes, 

“Absolutely not.” he immediately replies,

“Please,” you groan, adjusting your niece on your shoulder while trying not to look at the pile of unfinished assignments waiting to be done, “I just need like… five minutes?” you plead, “No.” he repeats, staring blankly at your niece

“Wooyoung.” you plead once more, “Hell no.” he shoots back, taking steps back as you walk closer to him.

Your niece suddenly lets out another excited babble while trying to reach him again.

“…See? She likes you!” you explain, trying to move closer to him.

“Thats a personal problem.”

Before Wooyoung could protest again, you carefully place your niece in his arms, while your niece clings onto him like a koala. Wooyoung immediately stiffens “…Wait–“ he protests.

He genuinely looks horrified holding her, like one wrong movement might break her, “…Why is she so fucking small.” he whispers, genuinely horrified, “Dont swear!” you scold him, smacking his mouth softly.

Your niece grabs onto his hoodie immediately while giggling and babbling, Wooyoung stares at the baby in confusion, thinking of what to do with the small child in his hands.

“Just sit with her for a bit,” you say while walking back to your desk with mountains of unfinished assignments,

Wooyoung looks down at the baby still clinging onto his hoodie before immediately looking back at you, “…And do what exactly?” he asks– genuinely confused, “I dont know,” you sigh while typing something in your computer, “just like, play with her or something?” Wooyoung stares at you blankly,

“Do I look like i know how to entertain a baby?”

“You’ll survive.”

You ignore his complaints, too busy finishing essays due at midnight while your niece sat happily in Wooyoungs lap playing with the strings of his jacket.

At first, the apartment stayed quiet except for the faint sound of your keyboard clicking. You were fully focused on your work when suddenly— click click click. Your eyebrows furrow slightly yet you try to keep focusing. Another clicking noise follows after that. Slowly, you glance up from your laptop and you see Wooyoung sitting stiffly on the center of your bed, awkwardly shaking one of your niece’s toys in her face.

Your niece immediately bursts into giggling while softly clapping at him.

“…What are you doing?” you ask slowly, trying to contain the grin forming on your face.

Wooyoung immediately stops.

“…Nothing.”

“You’re literally playing with her.” you say, smiling widely.

“No I’m not.” he immediately says while scratching the back of his neck.

Your niece lets out another excited babble while grabbing onto his hoodie again, Wooyoung looks down at her for a second before awkwardly shaking the toy again, another giggle leaves her immediately while you stare at them in disbelief, trying to stop the laugh thats forming.

Kang Wooyoung, the same person that beats people for money was now sitting on your bed making stupid clicking noises at a baby. 

“…Dont look at me like that,” he mutters without glancing at you.

“Like what?”

“Like this is funny.”

“It is though.” you say while giggling at him,

Wooyoung clicks his tongue before gently fixing your niece properly on his lap before she falls sideways, the movement was surprisingly gentle and careful, almost natural— And that makes your chest soften a little bit.

After a bit, your niece suddenly grabs onto his finger with her hand, Wooyoung freezes immediately.

“You’re stronger than I thought.” he mumbles quietly you almost dont hear it.

You snort immediately “She’s a baby, Wooyoung.” 

Your niece giggles as if she understood you.

After finally finishing all of your assignments, you let out a tired sigh before closing your laptop. The room was quiet now, well— except for the sound of your niece giggling and babbling nonstop. You glance up towards your bed and immediately pause.

Wooyoung was tiredly laying againts your pillows while your niece sat on his stomach happily grabbing his face while babbling and Wooyoung lazily stopped her grubby hands every now and then.

“…Stop trying to gouge my eye out kid.” he mutters while your niece giggles again, the sight weirdly softens your chest a bit before walking to them and placing your head on his shoulder.

One of Wooyoungs hand lazily traced circles while the other played with your niece.

“You know,” you start to mumble,

“Hm?”

“You’d actually make a pretty decent father one day,” you say, looking up at him while smiling.

“…What the fuck kind of sentence was that?” he says while looking down at you as if you just personally insulted him.

You snort suddenly.

“I’m serious though, just two hours ago you said you didn’t wanna touch her. But look at you now, you’re playing with her! She even likes you” you say while pinching your nieces cheeks softly, making her giggle and babble.

“That’s genuienly terrifying.”

Even when he said that, his hand still rested on your nieces back to steady her while she was playing with his jacket.

A/N: this req was act soo cute omg, idk if its a bit ooc thuough. anyways, thanks for the request!! it was so fun to make hehe

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