hiii! I have a few ideas for fics and I'm hoping you could at least do one of them 😭 so one is if y/n came crying to them because they got hurt by someone in the union. You could do anyone for this but preferably seong-je or woo young. Or could you do where y/n is mad at them for getting into a fight or trouble or something and she like hits them while complaining, it shows like how they have a soft spot for her because no one else would be allowed to do such a thing. And the last one is if WE get into a fight and we end up at the police station and they pick us up. I would really appreciate it if you did any of these!!
Your fics are so amazing btw that's why I'm asking 😭
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Crossed Lines
⤷ Contains: Comfort, heavy angst to fluff, gang drama, street fights, police arrest, very human and chaotic interactions. ⤷ Pairing: Seongje Geum x Reader x Woo-young (individual friendship dynamics that turn into a protective trio). ⤷ Word count:: Approximately 1.2k words. ⤷ Warnings:Mild language, minor injuries (scratches), street violence, aggressive protective behavior, illegal ramen stand damage.
Seong-je was sprawled on the pool hall couch, smoking a cigarette, while Woo-young wiped the blood from his knuckles with an old rag. They'd been doing this together for years. At first, Seong-je and Woo-young hated each other; Woo-young was your lifelong friend, and Seong-je was a wild man who was always looking for a fight. But after so many arguments about who would take better care of you, they ended up becoming friends, forced to be. Things had changed now that Seong-je had left the Union; he no longer had his gang, but Woo-young remained steadfastly by his side for your sake. In the end, you were the only thing that kept them together.
Suddenly, the metal door burst open.
Neither of them was going to look, but they heard your quick footsteps and a sob. They looked up at the same time.
It was you, your clothes disheveled, crying, with a horrible, bleeding scrape on your cheek.
Seong-je threw his cigarette to the floor and stood up abruptly. Woo-young dropped the rag from his hand and froze.
"Who the hell was it?" Seong-je blurted out, his voice terrifying.
"Some guys from the northern union…" you said, trembling and wiping away your tears. "When they found out Seong-je left the Union, they wanted revenge on me… They took my things and pushed me to the ground…" You couldn't take it anymore. The rage of seeing them always getting into trouble overwhelmed you. You walked straight to Woo-young and punched him hard in the chest. He didn't even flinch, just stared at you, his face etched with guilt.
"It's their fault!" you yelled. "If they didn't spend all their time looking for fights and attracting those idiots' attention, they wouldn't even know who I am!" You turned and punched Seong-je in the shoulder. Anyone who touched Seong-je would end up in the hospital, but he just stood there, letting you hit him again and again while you cried your heart out. He simply couldn't do that to you. You had complete control over them, and they didn't even fight back.
"You're all idiots! Always hurting yourselves! Do you know how distressed I am? Look what you did to me!" you exclaimed, pointing at your face.
Woo-young stepped forward and gently took your hands to stop you from hitting yourself.
"Okay, Y/N, stop. You're going to hurt your knuckles," Woo-young said, using his thumb to wipe away a tear.
Seong-je sighed heavily. He grabbed your shoulder and pulled you close, hugging you in his own way—a little clumsy, but protective.
"Stop crying, you look awful," Seong-je grumbled, though his tone was strangely gentle. Woo-young, move it and go get the damn first-aid kit.
Woo-young didn't protest and ran off to find it. Seong-je forced you to sit on the couch and crouched down in front of you, staring at your scrape, his jaw clenched with rage.
"I promise you, Y/N," he said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Those idiots up north think they're so clever because I'm not in the Union anymore, but they won't be able to walk tomorrow."
By the time Woo-young returned with the alcohol and gauze, the tension had eased somewhat. They carefully cleaned your scrape (though Seong-je complained that you were a screamer) and decided to go for a walk to clear your head. Since you were hungry, they agreed to get ramen. They were about to enter the restaurant when, out of nowhere, three of the guys from the northern syndicate emerged from a nearby alley. One of them was carrying the backpack that had been stolen from you. Seeing Seong-je without his union men, they laughed and started taunting him, unaware of the trouble they were getting themselves into. Seong-je didn't even let them finish speaking. He spat out his cigarette and punched the first one, sending him sprawling to the ground. Woo-young didn't back down; he grabbed another by the collar and slammed him against the restaurant's trash cans. A horrific brawl erupted right there in the street. You tried to separate them, yelling and slapping Seong-je across the back to make him let go, but they were already blinded by rage over what they had done to you earlier. Amid the commotion, the blows, and the shattering of dishes from the ramen stand, sirens began to wail in the distance.
"Police! Stop fighting, move!" you shouted desperately, pulling Woo-young by the arm.
But it was too late. Two patrol cars screeched to a halt in front of you. The union members, all covered in blood, ran as fast as they could, but the three of you were immediately cornered. Seong-je still wanted to keep hitting one of them, so an officer tackled him against the hood of the patrol car, while another handcuffed you and Woo-young for participating in the chaos.
Five minutes later, the three of them were crammed into the back of the police car, disheveled, sweaty, and headed straight to the station. Seong-je was cursing under his breath because he hadn't been able to finish smashing their faces in, Woo-young was silently staring out the window with a sour expression, and you were in the middle of them, handcuffed and wanting to die of embarrassment.
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Author's Note: Hi everyone! First of all, thank you so much for all the kind words you've said about my fics! 🥺 They really lift my spirits. I wanted to let you know that I haven't forgotten about this universe; in fact, I'm writing and about to upload some drafts for the next stories, or maybe even a Seongje mini-series. Thanks for your patience, I hope to bring you an update very soon! 💕
