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— loves to join you in swimming when he's feeling like it
— not the best at badminton but he's not the worst either, there's quite a bit of room for improvement though
— he's quite aware of political issues and has strong opinions on them willing to discuss them.
— amazing at matching energy but sometimes he gets carried away and might not notice your social battery being drained but he will once he sees you getting alittle snappy, he'll be taking you somewhere to get some food and recharge alone
— he admires how caring and reliable you are, some of his favourite traits about you are those !
— surprisingly good at math and a natural at science but english isn't one of his strong suits
— very touchy and remembers everything, even those embarrassing moments
— you guys will be having a nice romantic moment and he'll say something embarrassing you did and accidentally ruin it
— a decent listener might accidentally interrupt you but will say sorry and let you continue
— he's the type to send you something funny while sitting with you just to see you laugh and look at him with your smile
— human heater, perfect for cuddling when you're cold 10/10 recommend
— would try those horrible pick up lines just to make you laugh
DATES :
— your dates would include karaoke together and going to get some food after
— you'd go to the arcade after school sometimes too
— game nights are a favourite, he gets super competitive and takes it really seriously but isn't a bad sport about it so it's always really fun with him
why does hayden ma's irrelevant ass have a folder in the weak hero tv tropes page but not hwangmoo? someone give ganghak's only sane man the recognition he deserves
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— in all honesty i think he would be afraid of clowns
— doesn't mind that you're rude, he thinks it's funny when you're rude to some people but if you go too far he won't hesitate to stop you
— he would play sports with you sometimes, even invite his friends to play
— tries to get you to sleep early by bribing you doesn't mind that you swear alot either
— loves to cuddle with you when he reads !
— he can take a joke but be careful not to cross boundaries
— he's also sensitive in the right situations
— has a level head and knows when to fight or not so when you get angry and try to do something that's unecsecary or might get you hurt he'll stop you
— he's good at listening but his advice is alittle off sometimes but he tries
— would totally pass your mother's standards, the parents love him as long as they don't know he's in the union
— loves squishing your cheeks together and laughs when you look like a cute blobfish
— he's also very teasing, y'know when sometimes a person gets really close to you and looks like they're about to kiss you but moves away right when you're about to kiss ? he does that but he pouts when you don't give him kisses after that
DATES :
— on your dates he'll take you to arcades for the day
— and sometimes karaoke and it's fun cause he has a decent voice !
Summary: Some people have good luck, some people have bad luck, and some people run into Wolf Keum after breaking his motorcycle. [Weak Hero fanfiction: Wolf Keum X Reader]
Genre: Romance, Slice-of-Life, Humor
Luckily, the journey there isn't very far. About two streets later, they take a right turn into what appears to be an outdoor chicken and bar eatery. When they're not paying attention, you jerk away from their grasp.
"Geez, finally."
You shoot them a glare, annoyed as all hell when they joke about you being "a feisty one."
You stick out your hand with your palm upturned. "Give me back my map, now."
The one with the map taps his back pocket.
"Oh, this right here? You can have it after we get the food!" He pauses when you glower at him. "Come'on babe, don't be such a joykill." He lowers his voice a tad, "You're making a commotion." He jabs a thumb over his shoulder and true to his word, there are plenty of eyes (belonging mostly to older, scarier looking men) scanning you up and down.
You make a face and wrap your arms around yourself.
He grins at your reaction. "Of course, we could just leave you here right now. But do you really want that, cutie?"
Pursing your lips, you look around for an escape but there are none. Where the fuck was this place anyways? Some kind of dingy back-alley dive bar for wannabe gangsters?
One of the boys pressures you into a seat and you take it begrudgingly, somewhat relieved to see that some of the stares were fading as they realized you were with another group.
The dusk quickly fades into evening as orders are placed and food is served.
The sun has long since disappeared behind buildings, leaving the city shrouded in shadows, illuminated only with streetlights and passing cars.
The boys have somehow gotten their hands on alcohol and are jabbering loudly now, slamming the table and spilling drinks everywhere.
"See, and that's when I told her she's a fuckin' bitch! Just a little tryhard who thinks playing hard to get makes you easier to want! Bwahahaha!" Map boy slams his fist onto the table beside you and the other two join him with raucous laughter, clearly just as drunk as him.
"Fuck her!" "Ugly wench!"
You flinch away from him when he slings an arm over your shoulder, leaning heavily into you.
"Lucky us, we found someone hotter than that shitty slut." He reeks of alcohol and his breath stings at your ear when he whispers into it, "You wanna have some fun with us, right cutie?"
You stare hard at the cup of water in front of you and clench your hands under the table. As much as you wanted to put a dent in his face right now, it was going to be okay. You'd just wait for the wait staff to come over so you could ask for a phone and call a taxi. It was fine.
You told yourself this, but even after another ten minutes the wait staff hadn't shown. In fact, the last you saw them was while they were dropping off the food—and with the crowd this place drew, you weren't surprised why.
Alright, enough is enough. Map or not, you're out of here.
You stand up. "Okay. Fun's over now guys. You can keep the map if you want, I'm leaving."
You grab your bag and begin to walk away when Map boy snags you by the arm, lips twisting into an ugly snarl.
"Hey, I'm the one who decides when you can leave. Sit the fuck down."
You give him an incredulous look and tear away from him, growing uneasy with the attention he was drawing. "Fuck off, loser. Don't touch me again."
You manage to take two steps forward before he grabs at you again with enough force to bruise, nearly throwing himself in your face, spit flying as he screams: "Loser? Do you even know how badly I could fuck you up right now? Say that shit again, I dare you!" He winds a fist backwards and your eyes widen with the realization of what he was attempting.
Adrenaline pumps through your body as his fist approaches in slow motion. Body reacting faster than your mind, you give him a hard shove and send him flying off balance.
He stumbles backwards and throws his hands out, narrowly missing you and grabbing at tables and chairs to regain his balance.
Instead of regaining footing, he sends everything hurtling down with him. He falls gracelessly into a pile of trash, cutlery flying everywhere, tables and chairs upturned—and suddenly a loud crash is heard.
You flinch at the noise and realize he also fell onto a parked motorcycle, toppling it and splintering the glass, denting the frame horribly. He yanks his hand up and examines the cuts on his palm, face growing red with anger.
"ARGH, this is all YOUR fault! You better fucking hope I don't get over there before you start running!"
People begin to form a circle around the scene, including his two lackeys who help him off the floor.
You search the gathering crowd nervously, looking for an opening. No one seemed too happy you had interrupted their meal, and you doubted you'd get sympathy from them especially if they were anything like the boys you came with. Fuck.
You take a few cautious steps backwards, fear replacing adrenaline. "H-Hey... You were the one grabbing at me! I already told you I'm not interested!"
You watch as he stands, continuing to back away slowly. Hoping and praying that someone would take pity on you and let you out of the ring.
Your back collides with something sturdy and you've officially reached the boundary of the circle.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
You look up frantically, a pleading look fixed on your face. "Please, I don't even know where I am, I'm lost and I just want to go home-"
You stop short when you realize the person you backed into hasn't even bothered to look at you.
A shiver shoots up your spine and your blood runs to ice on the spot.
Purple hair and a Ganghak blazer. His gaze, hidden behind glasses, is fixed upon the motorcycle and the poor son of a bitch who pushed it over.
You swallow thickly, eyes wide, body trembling, staring like a deer in headlights.
"Holy fuck it's him" people in the audience whisper, "it's motherfucking Wolf Keum."
He places a large hand on your shoulder and moves you without sparing you as much as a glance.
"O-Oh," You stumble out of the way, legs feeling like jelly. "I'm sorry, sorry."
He ignores you and removes his glasses, tucking them into his blazer.
The way he approaches Map boy can't be described as anything other than predatory.
"W-Wolf Keum!" Map boy sputters while backing away, suddenly sober, "Wha- Whaddya looking at me like that for? Is that your girl I was talking to? I swear I didn't know, I swear I didn't! Or I wouldn't have even looked at her! We were just having a chat, is all. A friendly chat!"
There's a crunching noise.
The overbearing aura rolling off Wolf is tenfold as strong now. Slowly, Map boy picks up his foot and looks down at the motorcycle rearview mirror under his shoe. His face grows pale.
"Oh fuck. Oh shit, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry! I'll pay you back, I have the money! I promise, please—!"
A sickening crack is heard and Map boy is on the ground faster than you can blink. A few grown men around you bite their knuckles and look away. But Wolf isn't done yet.
Wolf picks him up off the cement and holds him at face-level, another fist winded back. You can't see Wolf's expression with his back to you, but you're practically pissing your pants anyways.
"I'm showwy..." Map boy garbles, jaw loose and lips burst, "I'm showwy..."
CRACK.
"Shut the fuck up."
WHACK.
Holy shit.
WHACK. WHACK. WHACK.
Holy shit.
This was exactly the crap you did NOT want to deal with, and apparently, you weren't the only one thinking this.
A few (previously) macho spectators departed, muttering "fuck, let's get the hell outta here" as they scurry away. Unsurprisingly, Map boy's two henchmen are nowhere to be seen either. Your limbs are slowly thawing out of their petrified state and you're starting to think walking away is the next best option to evaporating into the air.
Unfortunately, right when you get the courage to start creeping away Wolf drops his swollen and unconscious victim on the ground with a splat. You freeze immediately.
He looks over his shoulder at you. His lavender hair is askew and his pale skin is speckled with drying blood.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?"
You had no clue either, but pretty much anywhere but here was good. You'd even take the park bench just about now.
"You think you can wreck my belongings," He takes a step. "Ruin my night," Another step. "And drag this piece of shit in front of me, and just walk away?" He gives Map boy a kick to the ribs and you flinch at the sudden movement. There's a glimmer in Wolf's eyes, something you can't quite place but fear just the same.
The small number of onlookers dwindled down to zero as soon as Wolf dropped the body, leaving only you and him in a hushed and empty street.
He stops an arms width away. You have to crane your head up to meet his eyes and it is only now you realize they are hazel.
"Well? What's your excuse?"
Your jaw is locked in fear. You can't stop thinking about the sounds of bone splintering inside skin. You can't stop worrying how you might get a fist to your face any second. You can't stop thinking about his name, his hair, his stare. Wolf Keum, the whispers of strangers echo in your head, it's motherfucking Wolf Keum.
Still, you know what's led you here today: a series of bad mistakes that led to an even worse night. If he was going to beat the crud out of you, you might as well be truthful while he was at it.
You brace yourself and squeeze your eyes shut, words tumbling out of your mouth in one very long and very rushed jumble of words:
"I don't have an excuse! I'm sorry, I'm the one who broke your bike. I pushed him into it, but even though you beat the shit out of him I don't feel bad for him. If you do the same to me now, I'll still feel justified knowing he got his share of karma as well, and it'd be worth it!"
You suck in a breath and tense your shoulders.
A few moments pass.
Nothing.
Huh? You crack an eye open and notice he's just staring at you poker-faced. His glasses are back on, and you assume he might've slipped them on while you were monologuing in lala land.
Wolf turns off to the side and his mouth stretches out into a wide yawn, almost offending you with his bold expression of disinterest in your heartfelt confession. He turns back to you and tilts his head, peering at you through his bottom lashes.
"Justice? Karma? Who do you think I am, a fucking superhero?"
He sticks his hands in his pockets and lowers himself to your height. "I don't give a shit about you or your karma. I'm Wolf fucking Keum." A wry smile twists itself onto his lips and you feel your heart drop into your stomach. "And the next time I see you, you'll regret it."
He retracts his hand from his pocket and pulls out a cigarette. He places it between his lips.
Summary: Some people have good luck, some people have bad luck, and some people run into Wolf Keum after breaking his motorcycle. [Weak Hero fanfiction: Wolf Keum X Reader]
Genre: Romance, Slice-of-Life, Humor
There was no way an apartment complex was this hard to find.
The afternoon sun was beating down hot and heavy on your head, the rising temperatures undoubtedly made worse with a lack of breeze.
You peek to the left and then to the right. Yeongdeungpo was a huge concrete jungle, occasionally graced with a shoddy, run-down shack that constituted as a small business, no wonder there was no breeze!
The map clutched in your hand was growing increasingly more wrinkled with each block you travelled.
You groan and palm at your face. "Shouldn't this be easy? The whole district is essentially a grid!"
With furrowed brows, you take in your environment again. The stores that lined the streets were all unfamiliar and the faces inside even moreso. What would a normal, logical person do? Walk right up, bold and brave, and ask for directions?
As you ponder this, a girl about your age exits a store a few feet ahead of you, her friends trailing behind her. You watch, entranced as their chrome-colored nails flip long hair over shoulders, lips smacking with gloss and gum as they chat excitedly about last night's celebrity performance.
You almost stop them for directions, but the words get stuck in your throat as they pass you and they're gone before you know it.
Annoyed with your own jumpiness, you pinch your nose bridge and sigh.
Really!? Why was asking for a bit of help so hard?
The only people left on the block are sour looking businessmen on their lunchbreaks, sweating in their iron-pressed suits.
You're beginning to regret not accepting the moving men's offer to drive you to your apartment, especially since you accidentally packed your phone away. Still, there was no way you could've left without saying goodbye to your family.
As much as you loved them, that cramped little apartment just wasn't big enough for everyone. With some of the cash you had saved up from work this past summer and grandma's "secret stash" (her words, not yours!) you were able to land a pretty lucky deal—a rental right by your high school!
According to the landlord, the last tenant had some issues with the neighbors and had to be evicted after damaging some fixtures, but hey, that meant it was even cheaper to rent! Sucks to be him, but great to be you!
Or, uh, it was great... Until you got lost.
Yeongdeungpo wasn't really a place you usually liked exploring. You weren't much of a curious type and preferred to keep more to yourself so typically, you'd just take the bus directly to school and back. Although you didn't keep up with rumors, it wasn't a secret that some of the shadiest people and most violent throwdowns happened in this district.
You were lucky to have never been caught in the crossfire, but a friend of yours had more than enough stories for the both of you.
"It was in the park, and dude, he had orange hair! I swear, it looked so fuckin' loony! And then he just flying-jump kicked that other tall kid right in the face, like POW! Isn't that just so insane?!"
Uh, yeah. Real insane, and real scary. That wasn't the type of gossip you wanted to be involved in.
Speaking of which, the sun was already starting to set. Bad news.
Anxiously, you look around for anyone who could help. Your eyes land on a balding man in khakis and a white polo shirt munching on a convenience-store sandwich.
Errr... Maybe someone more your age?
You skim the street and your eye catches on a group of teenagers loitering outside a chicken shop, joking amongst themselves.
Well, better them than some weird old guy, right?
You take a deep breath and roll your shoulders a few times, running through a pep talk in your head before approaching them.
You reach out and tap one of them on the shoulder.
"Hah, right? That's what I said too—huh?" He turns around, looking displeased that someone interrupted his story. When his eyes land on you, the scowl is quickly replaced by a lopsided smile "Oh! Hey there cutie, what can I do for ya?"
You stutter and feel yourself growing red at his comment but manage to push the words out regardless. "Oh, hey! I just moved and I was wondering if you could show me how to get to my house? I'm new here so everything is still hard to navigate." You shove the map into his chest and he gives a small "oof," hands clasping over it.
You take a step back and press your lips into a tense smile, which the other two boys regard with weird stares and a whisper.
What? You were just trying to be nice!
One of the boys in the back leans forward and examines the map, face screwing up.
"Oh? This is right beside that prick Jared's high school. I can mark the path you need to—"
"—Hey hey hey! Woah! Slow down there." The boy holding the map open closes it suddenly, shooting the two boys behind him a look. "Cutie didn't ask us for directions, she asked us to show her how to get there. Isn't that right, sweetheart?"
As he stares you down, the other two exchange looks and smirk. As if that wasn't weird enough, you really weren't liking the way he was calling you pet names and decided maybe this was a bad idea.
"Alright guys, listen. I appreciate the offer, but this is getting weird. I can just get directions somewhere else, if I could just get my map back..."
You reach for the map and he pulls it over his head.
"Aw, what are you in such a rush for? We didn't mean to make you scared, we just usually don't have such pretty girls approach us like this! Let's celebrate a bit."
A lump grows in your throat and you furrow your brows, trying for the map again. This time, he folds it up and puts it in his pocket, clicking his tongue at you.
"You wanted us to bring you home right? Come have a meal with us first! We promise we'll bring you home afterwards."
Your shoulders drop and you frown. You really needed that map back, otherwise you might end up sleeping on a park bench tonight. ...Well, if it was just a quick meal you guess it'd be okay. If anything, you could also ask the restaurant staff for directions too.
"Fine. But you have to tell me how to get to my house after."
The three boys look at each other and snicker, one of them waving their hands in the air dismissively. "Yeah, for sure! We just don't want a pretty lady like you to go hungry."
You open your mouth to tell them to stop calling you that, but a hand latching onto your wrist roughly stops you. "We have just the place for occasions like this," Another says, pushing you along by the shoulders, "They opened about a month ago."
"Dude, I can walk myself." You hiss. You try brushing off his grasp but they ignore you, chattering amongst each other again as you're dragged behind them.
Ugh. Yeongdeungpoo really was the district of shady shitheads.
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Been really into weak hero lately so here's some art of my two fave antagonists~ They suck and i cant take their translation names seriously but i love you wolf n jimmy uwu
he'd call you by your name but he'll call you my love when he's in a good mood and alone with you
JI HAKHO :
has the cutest nicknames for you ! they change often but one name is always constant sweetie he calls you sweetie when you guys are having a nice moment alone
KEUM SEONGJE :
when you guys are out together he won't use a single nickname, but when you're alone he'll be calling you angel
BAE JIHOON :
he's always using nicknames for you to show off to a person how he got you and they didn't baby, prince-ss, darling
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And for my dark chocolate I'm gonna stick with my fav boiJimmy Bae:❤💞💖💌👀☔
EMOJI CHARACTER ASKS - JIMMY BAE
🖤— Random romantic headcanon
🖤Jimmy is the 💥CLINGIEST💥 motherfucker to ever grace the earth. It doesn't matter where you are, what time it is, if you have to be somewhere soon-- once you're behind closed doors Jimmy is on you like a baby koala 🐨
🖤Once he's on you, there's no getting him off.
🖤He'll seriously do just about anything to hold you. He'll loop his arms around your shoulders while using his phone, place a hand above your hip while strolling, press his face into your neck when snuggling, or inch a finger over to your pinky if you're typing on your computer. ("Jimmy, seriously? Fuck off." "Whaaaat? You're ignoring meeee.")
💞— Are they a big cuddler? What is cuddling them like?
💞Uhm, HELLO? This dude is probably the best cuddler in the entire goddamned Union (sorry not sorry Donald ✋✋you can't be the best at everything)
💞Jimmy loves clinging to you in private. Once you're both behind closed doors, not even a crowbar can free you from this huge six foot baby.
💞He'll latch onto you no matter what you're doing. Putting on makeup? He's got a hand on your lap while scrolling through the shuttle patch website. Trying to brush your teeth? No problem, he loves hugging you from behind too, since it gives him a chance to prop his chin on top of your head and show off how tall he is.
💞Do you have a king size bed? ✨ A queen size bed? ✨ IT DOESN'T FUCKING MATTER. Jimmy will ONLY exist in the space you exist in. He likes to snuggle with his arms wrapped fully around your torso, hands inching under your shirt, with legs draped over yours. He likes to put his nose in your hair and smell your shampoo "is this new? it smells new" while long fingers play with the ties on your pants.
💖— Are they a showy partner? Do they make grand gestures of love or try to be subtle?
💖Although Jimmy is very touchy-feely in private, he WILL. NOT. lay a hand on you in public.
💖He is hyperaware of his image. He does not want people to know you're together not only because of his reputation in the Union, but because that also entails ✨commitment✨
💖In fact, he is so protective of his image that he will go to great lengths to defend it. There was once an occasion where you, him, and Jack left a fast food joint together while discussing a new release of Avenue-Fighter. While his guard was down, he reached over to put his arm around your waist-- only for a rival gang member to spot him. Jimmy IMMEDIATELY and without ANY hesitation looped his arm around Jack's waist as well, exclaiming: "AH, yes. What good friends we are. Friends who are friends, and nothing else!"
💖Jack refuses to stand next to Jimmy anymore 😢
💌— What kind of love notes/messages do they leave their partner?
💌Jimmy isn't really a sentimental type of guy, so he doesn't often leave behind notes or gifts unless you specifically ask him to.
💌If you do ask him to leave notes, he will put in the bare minimum and leave it in places he knows you can't reach.
💌Lay down in your bed. Do you see that? On the ceiling? What the fuck is that? When you get up and inspect it, you find that it's a yellow sticky note with a stupid doodle and a message scrawled on it: "shorty."
💌No, you couldn't reach it. Yes, it's still there.
👀— What’s their favorite body part on themselves? On their partner?
👀Jimmy isn't shy and has quite a muscular ego, and that isn't the only muscular thing on him. He adores his biceps and refers to them as "his bad boys" 😧😧😧
👀He will go out of the way to curl un-curlable objects just to show off to you. Can he get the gallon of milk? Of course he can, he'll lift it out of the fridge like he's doing a bicep curl and give you a smug little grin if you roll your eyes at him. "What's wrong baby? Can't stand the sight of my bad boys?"
👀Listen. We all know Jimmy is a pervert. He also happens to be a cultured pervert, because his favorite part of your body is your chest.
👀He's not disrespectful and doesn't touch you without permission, but he'll definitely use puppy-dog eyes on you until you give a heavy sigh, slump your shoulders and say "Fine. Just this once." (It's never just that once.)
☔️— What are they like when they’re emotional? How quickly do they recover?
☔️There are boys who get tense and quiet when they're mad. There are boys who try to talk it out, and there are boys who cry. Jimmy Bae? He's a big. fat. whiny. baby.
☔️If he's upset at something, you can bet you'll get an earful and a half from him. After a long day, whether he's mad at Donald for changing up his tasks, annoyed at a teacher who scolded him, or upset at someone for eyeing you too long, he will complain to you while pouting and huffing.
☔️You can usually get him to stop talking by giving him a hug.
☔️His arms will go around you immediately and he'll shut up ASAP. If you place your hands on his back, you'll feel his muscles relax and slacken as he breathes you in.
☔️simp.
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