#whc2 x reader

I think Wolf would definitely date someone with a strong personality and character—regardless of whether they’re an introvert or an extrovert—but they would have to be someone who knows what they want.

I imagine he’d be into someone with an alternative style, or at least something unconventional—maybe bright-colored hair, standout accessories, or even piercings and tattoos.

Wolf would date someone committed—someone who puts in the effort and doesn't give up easily. Not someone who literally gets into fights, just someone who shows real drive.

He’d be drawn to someone with a free spirit, a great sense of humor, and perhaps even a lifestyle similar to his own. I picture him with someone popular—someone who naturally commands attention but ultimately chooses him.

Yeon Sieun

The rain tapped steadily against the library window, breaking the heavy silence between you two. You sat across from Sieun, watching his hand move with methodical precision across his study guide.

"Sieun, I don't think we should see each other anymore," you whispered.

His pen stopped midword. For a few long seconds, he sat completely frozen, his eyes fixed on the paper. When he finally looked up, his expression was eerily blank, but his dark eyes were hollow. He didn't ask why, nor did he argue. Instead, he slowly packed his pens, closed his notebook, and stood up. He walked past your chair without making eye contact, leaving his open textbook behind on the table, a complete anomaly for him. The subtle tremor in his hands as he opened the heavy exit door was the only sign that his entire world had just fallen apart.

Ahn Suho

Suho stood on the empty rooftop, spinning a soft drink can in his hand with his usual easygoing grin. But as soon as you uttered the words, his smile vanished entirely. The relaxed atmosphere surrounding him evaporated into a suffocating stillness.

"What?" he asked, his voice dropping into a register you had never heard before, flat, stripped of all its warmth.

"I can't do this anymore, Suho. I'm leaving."

He took a sharp step toward you, his chest heaving as raw panic broke through his usual cool exterior. "You can't just drop that and walk away! After everything? You're really just giving up on us?" His hands clenched into tight fists at his sides, his breathing ragged as tears welled up in his eyes, defying his attempt to stay composed. When you turned toward the stairwell, he let out a bitter, choked laugh, running a hand through his hair as he stared at the sky, utterly wrecked.

Park Humin

The sun was setting behind the schoolyard, casting long shadows across the concrete. Humin was walking beside you, his massive frame blocking the cool wind, when you stopped in your tracks and told him it was over.

Humin froze, turning around with a look of absolute, unadulterated shock. "Wait... what are you talking about?" he stammered, his broad shoulders slouching as his protective confidence completely dissolved.

When he realized you were serious, the big, reliable guy who protected everyone else completely crumpled. Tears immediately spilled over his cheeks, unabashed and heavy. "Did I do something? Tell me what I did wrong, please! I can fix it, I swear!" he begged, stepping closer with his hands raised in desperate plea. Seeing you pull back broke him entirely. He covered his face with his broad hands, his shoulders shaking with heavy, silent sobs as you turned and walked away.

Go Hyuntak

Hyuntak’s reaction was instant, explosive defense. The second the words left your mouth, his face flushed a violent red, and he yanked his hands out of his pockets, scoffing loudly.

"Fine! Whatever!" he yelled, his voice cracking midway through. "You think I care? Go ahead and leave! I don't give a damn anyway!"

He spun on his heel and slammed his fist into the metal locker beside him with a deafening bang, his jaw clenching so hard it looked painful. But as you turned to walk down the hallway, the bravado completely failed him. He turned around, his eyes wide, shiny with unshed tears, and full of frantic regret. "Wait—" he called out, his voice small and desperate, but the distance between you was already too wide. He slumped against the lockers, burying his face in his arms, furious at himself and heartbroken.

Geum Seongje

Seongje was leaning against the brick wall of the alleyway, casually tossing a lighter between his hands. When you told him you were breaking things off, the lighter caught midair, and his movement stopped completely.

He turned his head slowly, his eyes narrowing into an icy, dangerous glare behind his glasses. He didn't raise his voice; instead, his tone dropped into a low, terrifying growl. "Say that again."

"We're done, Seongje."

A sharp, humorless smirk cut across his face, masking the sudden spike of anger and hurt in his chest. He pushed off the wall, stepping directly into your personal space and towering over you. "Get out of my face," he snapped, shoving his hands deep into his jacket pockets as he turned his back on you. "If you're going to throw everything away over nothing, then get the hell out of here before I lose my mind." He refused to turn around, staring blankly down the dark alley as your footsteps faded away.

Na Baekjin

Baekjin sat behind his desk, reviewing documents without looking up when you brought up the breakup. For a second, the room was dead silent, save for the hum of the air conditioner.

When he finally set his pen down, his movements were precise, deliberate, and chillingly cold. He rested his chin on his hands, looking at you with a sharp, unreadable gaze that felt like a physical weight.

"If you walk out that door right now, there is no turning back," Baekjin said, his voice completely flat, devoid of any warmth or pleading. "I do not offer second chances. Decide if this is what you truly want."

You gave him a final nod and turned the doorknob. Baekjin didn't yell, nor did he reach out. He simply picked his pen back up, his jaw set in a rigid, icy line. But as the door clicked shut behind you, his hand remained frozen over the paper, staring fixedly at the wall in stark, silent isolation.

Seo Juntae

Juntae took the news in the absolute worst way possible. The moment you gently told him that you couldn't stay in the relationship, his eyes filled with huge, overflowing tears, and his breath hitched violently in his throat.

"I-I'm sorry..." he sobbed out immediately, his hands trembling as he reached for your sleeve, barely holding onto the fabric. "Did I push too hard? Was I too clingy? Please don't go..."

Seeing him break down so completely made your chest tighten with guilt, but you gently untangled his fingers from your jacket. Juntae collapsed onto the bench, burying his face in his hands as quiet, heartbroken sobs wracked his small frame. He didn't yell or get angry. He just wept openly, completely devastated by the realization that he couldn't keep you by his side.

Oh Beomseok

Beomseok’s deepest, most paralyzing fear had always been abandonment, so when you told him it was over, his entire world disintegrated in a single second. His posture shrank instantly, his hands trembling violently as he gripped the hem of his sweater.

"No, no, no... please, you can't do this to me," he whispered, his voice pitching high with intense panic. His eyes darted around the room, completely ungrounded. "You promised you wouldn't leave! You're the only person I have!"

He stepped toward you, his expression a mix of terrifying anxiety and sheer heartbreak. When you stepped back, his face twisted in painful realization. He backed away, hitting the wall behind him, and slid down to the floor, pulling his knees up to his chest. He covered his ears, muttering to himself in a state of complete emotional collapse as you left the room.

Kang Wooyoung

Wooyoung was usually all smiles and charming comments, but when you told him you wanted to break up, his flashiness melted away, leaving a bitter, hurt shell behind.

He blinked in disbelief, a dry, sarcastic laugh escaping his lips as he crossed his arms tightly across his chest. "Are you serious right now? Is this some kind of joke?" he asked, his posture stiffening as his pride tried desperately to protect his ego.

"It's not a joke, Wooyoung."

His charming smile flipped into a cold, dismissive sneer, though his eyes were sharp with pain. "Right. Fine. Walk away then," he scoffed, waving his hand dismissively at you. "Don't act like I'm going to chase after you." But the moment you turned your back and actually walked away, his defensive front shattered. He kicked a nearby trash can with all his strength, cursing under his breath as he stared at the ground, utterly crushed.

Baek Dongha

Dongha’s immediate reaction was pure, fiery denial masked as arrogance. He scoffed, rolling his eyes dramatically as if your words meant absolutely nothing to him.

"Oh, wow, big drama," he sneered, turning his back on you and leaning against the table. "You really think you're doing something here? Go ahead, leave. See if I give a damn."

"Goodbye, Dongha."

As your footsteps echoed down the empty corridor, his cynical mask broke. He slammed his hands flat onto the table, his breathing ragged as he stared at the floor. The arrogant smirk vanished completely, replaced by a dark, furious scowl aimed at nothing. He violently shoved everything off the table, sending papers and pens flying across the room, unable to handle the agonizing ache spreading through his chest.

Do Seongmok

Seongmok stood like a massive, motionless statue as you delivered the news. He didn't speak, but his brow furred deeply, his huge shoulders tensing up as if preparing to take a physical blow.

When you finished talking and looked up at him, a single, heavy tear escaped his eye, tracking down his stoic face. He didn't wipe it away. He simply stared at you with absolute, quiet agony, completely unable to find the words to ask you to stay.

When you turned to walk away, Seongmok took one giant step forward, his broad hand reaching out as if to catch your shoulder, but he stopped himself mid-air. He let his hand drop heavily back to his side, standing frozen in the middle of the empty street, watching you disappear into the distance in total, crushing silence.

Jeon Youngbin

Youngbin’s massive ego could not process the concept of being rejected. His face turned bright red with immediate, defensive fury, his hands clenching into tight fists at his sides.

"Are you out of your mind?!" he shouted, stepping forward to loom over you. "You're breaking up with me? Who the hell do you think you are?!"

"I'm done, Youngbin."

"Get out!" he screamed, his voice echoing off the hallway walls as he pointed aggressively toward the exit. "Get the hell out! I was going to dump you anyway! You're nothing without me!" He slammed the door behind you with such force that the glass rattled in the frame. But alone in the empty room, his heavy breathing turned ragged, and he kicked his chair across the floor, running his hands over his face in total, furious misery.

Seongje sits on the floor beside the couch, his back resting against the frame while you lie comfortably across the cushions. The usual restless energy that follows him everywhere melts away the moment he steps inside these walls. Here, in the quiet space you share, the loud, chaotic world outside simply ceases to exist.

His large, calloused hand rests gently over the subtle swell of your stomach. He stays completely still for long moments, his dark eyes fixed on the small bump beneath his palm as if he is trying to memorize every slight shift and movement. The intense focus in his gaze is striking, a quiet, unwavering obsession that has only grown stronger with every passing month.

"He's quiet today," Seongje murmurs softly, his deep voice carrying a rare, gentle tone reserved only for you and the life growing inside you.

You run your fingers lightly through his dark hair, feeling the lingering tension in his shoulders instantly ease under your touch. "He was moving around a lot earlier while you were out. I think he was just waiting for you to get back."

A slow, genuine smile touches the corners of his lips at your words. He shifts slightly, leaning forward to press a lingering, warm kiss directly against your stomach through the fabric of your sweater. His hand carefully curves around your side, his grip firm yet remarkably careful, anchoring you to him as if he never wants to let go.

Seongje looks up, his dark eyes meeting yours with a deep, possessive warmth that leaves no room for doubt about where his devotion lies.

"Good," Seongje whispers, his fingers tracing small, soothing circles over your bump. "Because neither of you is going anywhere without me."

You smile down at him, resting your hand over his, content in the quiet, fierce protection that surrounds your home.

Seongje shifts his weight, pulling himself up until he is hovering directly over you on the couch, his broad frame casting a safe, heavy shadow against the afternoon light. He rests his forehead against yours, his dark eyes searching your face with an intensity that feels almost dizzying.

His large hand never leaves your stomach. It stays pressed firmly against your warmth, his fingers spread wide as if he could physically shield both of you from the rest of the world.

"You're staying right here today," Seongje says softly, his deep voice carrying a low, commanding edge that melts into pure affection. "No running errands. No walking around the city. Just rest."

You let out a soft laugh, cupping the side of his sharp jaw with your palm. "Seongje, I only went to get the mail this morning. You don't have to keep me locked in the house."

"I do," he counters without a second of hesitation, his thumb lightly tracing the sensitive skin of your cheekbone. "Out there, everything is loud and chaotic. In here, I know exactly where you are. I know you're safe."

He shifts down slightly, resting his head directly on your chest, listening to the steady, calm beat of your heart while his arm wraps tightly around your waist, drawing your bump flush against his side. The contrast between his dangerous, unpredictable reputation on the streets and the utter submission he displays right here in your lap is overwhelming.

A sudden, faint tap against his palm makes him freeze completely.

Seongje lifts his head instantly, his dark eyes wide with sudden, breathless shock. He looks down at your stomach where his hand is resting, then up at you, his breathing catching in his throat.

"Did you feel that?" he whispers, his voice dropping into a rare, stunned quiet.

"I felt it," you smile, taking his hand and pressing it a little firmer against the spot where your baby just kicked. "He knows his dad is home."

A slow, fierce smirk slowly spreads across Seongje's face, a brilliant spark lighting up his dark eyes. He leans down again, pressing his lips firmly against your skin right where the kick landed, letting out a low, satisfied hum against your sweater.

"Smart kid," Seongje murmurs, his voice thick with a dark, proud warmth as he settles back against you, refusing to move even a single inch for the rest of the day.

The sun begins to set, painting the living room in deep shades of gold and amber.

Seongje remains right beside you, completely unbothered by the passing hours. His large hand stays mapped across your stomach, soaking in every tiny flutter and soft movement from the baby. Every time a small kick presses against his palm, the dark, intense line of his jaw softens into a look of absolute, unshielded pride.

"Look at that," Seongje hums, a low, satisfied rumble vibrating in his chest as another strong tap hits his hand. "Already strong. Just wait until I show him around when he gets here."

You smile, running your fingers gently through his hair. "You are going to spoil him terribly, aren't you?"

"Without a doubt," he answers smoothly, shifting his gaze up from your bump to lock eyes with you.

The fierce, protective warmth in his dark eyes is overwhelming. The wild, restless edge that used to define him on the streets has completely transformed into an absolute, unwavering devotion to you and the family you are building together.

He leans up slowly, his hand moving up to gently cradle the side of your neck, his thumb resting along your jaw line.

"I mean it," Seongje whispers, his voice dropping into a rough, quiet tone full of raw affection. "You gave me everything worth having."

Before you can speak, he leans in and presses his lips to yours in a deep, lingering kiss. It is warm, possessive, and full of a quiet tenderness that leaves you breathless. He takes his time, lingering against your lips as if anchoring himself to this exact moment.

When he finally pulls back a fraction of an inch, his dark eyes are glowing with a bright, proud spark. He rests his forehead against yours, his arm tightening comfortably around your waist, pulling both you and his baby close against his chest as the evening settles around your home.

Yeon Sieun

Sieun walks into the kitchen and immediately assesses the situation, noticing the uneven cake layers and the tears of frustration in your eyes. He calmly steps over, takes the spatulas out of your hands, and sets them in the sink. Instead of focusing on the ruined appearance, he takes a fork, tastes a piece of the cake, and tells you bluntly that the flavor profile and texture are completely correct. He reminds you logically that aesthetics do not affect the taste, sitting you down with a glass of water while he quietly eats a slice beside you to prove his point.

Ahn Suho

Suho sees you staring hopelessly at the collapsed cake and instantly wraps you in a warm, comforting hug from behind. He chuckles softly into your shoulder, telling you that as long as it was made by you, it’s automatically a masterpiece in his book. To prove it, he grabs a spoon, takes a huge bite right out of the center, and exaggerates how delicious it is with a wide, bright smile. He refuses to let you throw it away, pulling up a chair and insisting that the two of you eat it together straight out of the baking pan.

Park Humin

Humin gets deeply concerned the moment he sees how upset you are over the messy cake. He gently steps in, guiding you away from the kitchen counter and wiping away your tears with the back of his hand. He reassures you that baking is a hard process and that your hard work matters way more than how perfect it looks on the outside. To cheer you up, he happily eats a massive slice, loudly complimenting the taste and promising to help you clean up the messy kitchen so you can relax.

Go Hyuntak

Hyuntak panics a little when he sees a perfectionist like you starting to tear up over a burnt or fallen cake. He stammers, rubbing the back of his neck, and tries to distract you by saying he prefers messy cakes anyway because it means there's more frosting to go around. He grabs a fork, shoves a big piece into his mouth, and insists through a full mouth that it tastes amazing. His clumsy yet genuine attempts to make you laugh end up taking all the pressure off your shoulders.

Geum Seongje

Seongje leans against the counter, watching you stress over the cracked cake layers with a calm, quiet presence. When he sees how upset you are getting, he steps over and gently pulls the baking tins out of your hands before you can throw them in the trash. He takes a piece with his fingers, eats it without hesitation, and gives you a subtle, approving nod. He tells you in his low voice that you're stressing over nothing because the effort you put into it is what counts, refusing to let you trash something you worked so hard on.

Na Baekjin

Baekjin notices your frustration immediately, stepping into the kitchen with his usual calm demeanor. He sees how much pressure you put on yourself to make everything flawless. He calmly takes your hand to stop you from picking at the flaws, pulling you away from the counter to sit down. Baekjin cuts a small, neat piece of the cake, tastes it calmly, and reassures you that the flavor is executed well. He reminds you that mistakes are just part of refining a skill, helping you reframe the situation so your perfectionism doesn't eat away at you.

Seo Juntae

Juntae understands perfectionist anxiety all too well, so seeing you tear up over the ruined cake breaks his heart. He softly approaches you, offering a gentle hug and reassuring you in a low, comforting tone. He sits next to you at the table, taking small bites of the cake and pointing out all the things you got right, like how sweet the frosting is or how fluffy the middle turned out. His gentle praise and empathetic nature quickly soothe your frustration.

Oh Beomseok

Beomseok feels a wave of sympathy when he sees how disappointed you are in yourself. He quiet steps up next to you, carefully holding your hand to let you know he’s there. He gently tells you that you don't have to be perfect around him and that he appreciates the cake simply because you took the time to make it for him. He sits with you in the quiet kitchen, eating a slice with a soft, sincere smile, making sure you feel completely accepted even when things don't go according to plan.

Kang Wooyoung

Wooyoung immediately tries to lighten the heavy mood with his charming energy. The second he sees your disappointed face, he gasps dramatically, claiming that rustic, messy cakes are actually the newest high-end pastry trend. He grabs his phone, takes a picture of the cake, and insists it looks unique and charming. He feeds you a spoonful first to prove how good it tastes, showering you with compliments until your perfectionist frown completely turns into a smile.

Baek Dongha

Dongha scoffs softly when he walks in and sees you stressing over a cracked cake, but his tone quickly softens when he realizes how genuinely upset you are. He rolls up his sleeves, grabs a fork, and digs right in, complaining that you're throwing a fit over something that tastes completely fine. He grumbles under his breath that you're way too hard on yourself, but he stays by your side eating slice after slice just to show you that your effort wasn't wasted.

Do Seongmok

Seongmok stands silently beside you as you stare down the failed cake. Without saying a word, his giant frame offers a steady, grounding presence. He reaches over, takes a huge piece of the cake with his hands, and eats it all in one go. He gives you a single, slow, satisfied nod, patting your head gently with his large palm. His silent approval speaks louder than words, letting you know that he loved it regardless of how it looked.

Jeon Youngbin

Youngbin walks in expecting a fancy cake, but the moment he sees you looking upset and stressed, his boastful attitude completely disappears. He crosses his arms, huffs, and tells you that presentation is overrated anyway. He grabs a plate, serves himself a messy slice, and declares that as the official judge, the taste gets an absolute ten out of ten. He uses his loud confidence to boost your spirits, making sure you feel proud of your hard work despite the minor flaws.

Seongmok dating Dongha's little sister and his gentle side completely taking over. Seongmok is usually a silent, intimidating giant, but around her, he becomes remarkably soft. He is hyper-aware of his size and strength, so he always moves carefully around her, holding her hand with absolute delicacy and letting her lean against him like a human shield whenever they walk together.

Seongmok dating Dongha's little sister and showing his love through quiet actions. Since Seongmok rarely speaks, their relationship is built on subtle, thoughtful gestures. He’ll carry her heavy bag without being asked, quietly step onto the street side of the sidewalk, or bring her favorite snacks in his jacket pocket, showing his affection through total attentiveness.

Seongmok dating Dongha's little sister and Dongha instantly losing his mind over it. The second Dongha finds out his terrifyingly huge friend is dating his little sister, his brain completely short-circuits. He goes into maximum overprotective brother mode, constantly glaring at Seongmok, throwing sarcastic threats his way, and warning him that he’s watching his every single move.

Seongmok dating Dongha's little sister and Dongha secretly being relieved about it. Despite all of Dongha’s snarky comments and dramatic posturing, deep down he knows his sister is safer with Seongmok than with literally anyone else in the world. He’ll never admit it out loud, but seeing how softly Seongmok treats her gives Dongha complete peace of mind.

Seongmok dating Dongha's little sister and Dongha getting ganged up on by both of them. Whenever Dongha starts ranting or being overly dramatic, his sister easily shuts him down, leaving Dongha sputtering in frustration while Seongmok just stands there giving a tiny, satisfied nod in agreement with her.

Seongmok dating Dongha's little sister and enjoying cozy, little dates together. Seongmok isn't interested in loud or crowded places, so their favorite dates are simple and peaceful, walking through quiet parks, sharing ice cream, or sitting together in cozy spots where they don't have to deal with outside noise.

Seongmok dating Dongha's little sister and becoming her ultimate personal guard. If anyone ever tries to bother or disrespect her, Seongmok doesn't even need to raise his voice. One silent, icy glare from his towering frame is more than enough to send anyone running, proving that he will protect her happiness and safety at all costs.