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i haven't been active for a couple days, VERY VERY sorry! i've been out and about but tysm for loving this lil two-parter! maybe! in the future, i'll post a third one!

i need more loser!heeseung after reading that oh my gosh . yes yes yes yes. #needhim #needthat

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ LO$ER = LO♡ER

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 { PAIRING; non-idol!heeseung x reader, GENRE; fluff, headcanon, WC; 2.7k, WARNING(S); mildly suggestive (what’s heeseung supposed to do when you’re so hot?), A/N; your wish is my command. i absolutely love loser!heeseung. it's a need. TAGS; @en-dream @heeheesang @httpenhoon @r1kification @seungheartyou, @starfallia @sugarikiz @hoondolls @bamguetismee @jnysaln @cixrosie @wensurr @heartheejake @m1kkso @hollyoongs @hoonieyun }

loser!heeseung was excited. so excited. why you may ask? because you agreed to go to anime con with him. you even suggested that the two of you cosplay. you asked to go as lucy and david from cyberpunk edgerunners, something that fit the aesthetic you two had built. so, heeseung checked himself out in the mirror, fumbling with the yellow jacket you sewed for him and fixing the pieces of his hair that fell out.

“baby, i think we’re gonna be late if we don’t head out n—”

you came out in your outfit as you adjusted the belt resting on your hip. heeseung didn’t have any words. you looked… gosh, how could he describe you without being weird? you were beautiful, even on the days you didn’t feel it. but… right now? heeseung felt ashamed to say that he understood all those nasty guys thirsting over cosplayers. holy crap, he hit the lotto. you were a vision.

“hee? do i look weird? i wasn’t sure about the wig either,” you pouted as you touched the long white strand.

“no!” heeseung shouted, then cleared his throat. “you look really good.”

you smiled and walked up to him, checking out the two of you in the mirror. “you also look very handsome. we make a good lucy and david, huh?”

your eyes glanced at heeseung through the mirror and noticed he was still looking at you with his mouth agape. you turned to him and waved your hand in front of his face. “hee?”

as he kept staring at you, you shifted. you couldn’t help but blush under his gaze. heeseung gulped. how was he going to keep all those creepy guys away from you? he can’t even fight! he’d have to cover you up! but then he wouldn’t get to look at you in this… this outfit.

you softly planted a kiss on his cheek and that brought him out of his daze. his ears were bright red when he stepped away from you.

“i— uh. um. we— you—” he stuttered, unable to form a coherent thought.

a giggle escaped you at his lack of words. you did a little spin for him. man, heeseung couldn’t help his eyes drifting down at the cutouts on your hips and how short your—no! stop objectifying her. bad heeseung. that is your lovely girlfriend, who you love very much and who, for some odd reasons, loves you too.

“hee,” you interrupted, your lashes lowering—wow, you looked ready to eat him. “i thought we were gonna be late?”

you crept up to him, your hand ghosting over his arm. you pressed into him. “i mean, we don’t have to go. i just thought you wanted—”

you didn’t end up going, by the way. your couple’s cosplay never saw the light of day. instead, they were scattered on your bedroom floor.

loser!heeseung didn’t know how to feel when you asked to play d&d with him. while he said yes (because he’d never say no to you), he was admittedly nervous. what if you thought he was a big nerd and wanted to leave him? what if you hated how he dm’d (dungeon master)? well, it was too late now. you guys were on your way to jeongin’s apartment.

contray to heeseung’s overthinking, you were excited. you finally got to experience one of heeseung’s favorite pastimes. you didn’t really understand the whole thing, but you were open to it! you did some late-night research and built your own little character. she was an eladrin sage druid at level 6. heeseung made sure to let you know that you’d be thrown right into the middle of this campaign and that all the other characters were at level 6.

when you guys arrived at the door, jeongin threw it open and you were taken aback. he was in full costume, armor and all. apparently, jeongin was also taken aback. he didn’t think you were actually coming.

“oh! uh, welcome to my apartment, y/n!” he stepped aside to let you and heeseung in. inside, you saw unfamiliar faces who were also in costume. jeongin pulled heeseung aside and whispered. “i didn’t think you were serious when you said that y/n was coming! and where’s your costume?”

heeseung gave him an apologetic look. “dude, i’m sorry. you know i can’t say no to her. and i didn’t want to overwhelm her before we even left the apartment.”

jeongin sighed. “you better still dm the same with the voices and everything. and no preferential treatment!”

heeseung nodded and went to sit by you. you leaned into him and whispered. “i feel incredibly underdressed. did you know they were going to dress up?”

he rubbed the back of his neck. “we usually do for every session.”

you pouted and looked him up and down. “i would’ve tried dressing up too if i knew! where’s your costume?”

oh, how heeseung loved you. you didn’t even bat an eye that they were all losers that liked to play dress up on a weekly basis. you were just put out that you weren’t told.

“i didn’t wanna pressure you when it’s your first time,” heeseung said, patting your knee. usually, heeseung would kiss your pout away, but he was in a room full of friends who were very blatantly staring at you.

a throat cleared, drawing heeseung’s attention towards jeongin. in a (poor) scottish accent, jeongin said. “dungeon master, the fellowship awaits ye!”

heeseung nodded and pulled out his notes for the campaign. when you tried to peek, he immediately leaned away, keeping the notebook shut. “the people in the campaign can’t see this,” he said.

understanding, you stopped trying to look. you just pulled out your phone with your character sheet on it. jeongin paused in his seat. “oh, y/n, did you need to build your character first? we can wait for you,” jeongin said in his normal voice.

you shook your head and waved your phone. “i built one in d&d beyond! i came prepared, sort of?”

now, jeongin didn’t have much opinion on you other than that you were heeseung’s really hot girlfriend. but, after seeing how you tried to prepare, he could say that he liked you.

once everyone settled down, heeseung resumed the campaign. it amazed you how he was able to switch between all those voices, acting out the npcs of the quest. the way you were staring at him intently made heeseung unusually nervous.

whenever his eyes shifted over to you, his dialogue faltered for a sec before he continued. he interacted with the others of the campaign before coming to a point in the story where you could hop in. you put on a proper english accent, trying to sound as much like arwen from lord of the rings (you watched it countless times with heeseung). if no one else was in the room right now, heeseung would’ve died from your cuteness. a part of him was geeking out right now. his girlfriend, the love of his life, was playing d&d with him. what did he do in his past life to deserve this?

then came the fights. as he narrated, his friends rolled on their turns, fighting against the monsters that heeseung created. when it came to your turn, you looked a bit out of your depth. you were scrolling through moves in the d&d index to see which ones you could do. everyone was thankfully patient with you.

“i use a 3rd level spell slot and call upon lightning to strike the monster closest to jeongin?” you commanded unsurely.

heeseung leaned over, careful to not expose any notes. “baby, you’re gonna hit jeongin with that spell and you gotta reference his character, not him. that spell has a damage radius of 5 feet. the monster is only 3 feet away from him.”

you deflated as you scrolled through your list of spells. you turned your phone to heeseung, showing him the spell you wanted to use instead. “can i use flame arrows instead?”

heeseung could just die from how cute you were. he shook his head and scrolled through your list and clicked on wind wall. “you can use this one and surround the monster. it’ll take bludgeoning damage once the wall forms, regardless of his strength saving throw.”

you nodded and got back into character. you acted as if you were really putting a wind wall up and commanded more confidently. “i erect a wind wall around the monster and separate him from thralladin.”

heeseung got back to dm’ing and rolled his dice, falling short for a saving throw. he took note of the damage and continued everyone else’s turn. the night was fun! heeseung couldn’t believe how quickly you picked it up or how into it you were. at the end of the night, when everyone was leaving, jeongin pulled him aside again. “dude, y/n’s actually cool.”

pride swelled in heeseung’s chest. you managed to get the okay from his friend, not that it really affected how he felt for you. you two said your goodbyes to jeongin and walked home. you were filled with excitement for the next session. “what kind of clothes should i get for illanaria? i’m thinking white robes with some sheer drapes to add a bit of flair. i really need to study up on my spells so i don’t keep wasting time scrolling through the index. should i also get a notebook?”

just when heeseung didn’t think he could fall for you any harder, you proved him wrong.

loser!heeseung has met your parents, but in passing. however, today was a dinner meant to force—he means give a chance (don’t tell y/n he said that)—him to talk to your parents in length.

“don’t be nervous! my mom’s loved you since high school!”

ya, it’s not your mom he’s worried about. your dad on the other hand? what was he even going to talk about with him? football? heeseung could barely understand the sport. home improvement? he always needed your help to build ikea furniture. there wasn’t much he could do to gain some points with your dad. he just prayed that he wouldn’t hate him too much.

after 4 years (you recently celebrated your anniversary!) of being together, heeseung was finally going to talk to your dad. no more small talk while he waits for you to come down. he was actually going to have to make conversation with your father. if his phone didn’t tell him how cold it was, he’d think it was summer with how he was sweating.

the door swung open to reveal your mom, who looked as jovial and vibrant as ever. “kids! come in, come in. it’s freezing out there. that stupid global warming is really messing with the temperature.”

heeseung greeted her warmly, awkwardly accepting her bear hug while balancing the mac n’ cheese in his right hand. she pulled away and gasped. “you brought your famous mac n’ cheese! y/n’s been raving about this ever since she had it. i can’t wait to try it!”

when she rushed off to set it on the dinner table, your dad appeared with a dish towel thrown over his shoulder. he peered up at heeseung, since heeseung was slightly taller, and stared at him for a moment.

“so… you brought mac n’ cheese,” your dad said plainly.

heeseung laughed nervously. “i hope that’s okay?”

when your dad didn’t say anything for a second, you slapped his chest. “dad, stop intimidating him!”

your dad cracked a smile before ruffling your hair. “alright, sweetheart.” he clapped heeseung on the back and grinned. “i love mac n’ cheese! dinner’s almost ready, so make yourself feel at home!”

wow, he was a lot less intimidating than heeseung remembered. he thought back to all those moments in high school and wondered if your dad was just pretending to be stoic. your dad guided him to the dinner table before entering the kitchen again. as he moved around, your mom leaned forward. “so, heeseung, when are you going to ask my daughter to marry you?”

you choked on your water, water spraying out of the side of your mouth. heeseung quickly offered you a napkin and patted you on the back. you wiped your mouth and glared at your mom. “mom, that is not one of the preapproved questions. actually, i explicitly said you and dad can’t bring up anything about marriage.”

your mom tsked and pouted. “honey, you’ve been dating for so long. it’s a natural question.”

before you could protest, your dad brought over the rack of lamb, fresh from the oven. he placed it in the center and took off his gloves, kissing the top of your head afterwards. “your mother is just excited to have a son-in-law that can cook. you talk about him all the time. sue her for being curious.”

you talked about him with your parents? you glared up at your dad. “we haven’t even talked about that yet. i wonder why? oh ya, because we’re still in college!”

your dad raised his arms in surrender. “hey, i asked your mom to marry me when we were 16.”

“to which i said no,” your mom playfully jabbed. “we were far too young.”

“we’re also too young,” you grumbled, leaning into heeseung’s side. he wrapped his arms around your shoulder. he hoped your parents didn’t look at him too closely. his blush was probably covering his whole face. he didn’t realize your parents were also high school sweethearts.

“you also rejected dad until you were in college, anyway,” you added, clasping your hand with heeseung’s. ah, so not high school sweethearts.

when your dad settled beside your mom, she patted him on the chest. “he wasn’t always the hunk you see now.”

“okay, that was gross. can we eat now?” you groaned. your dad started making a plate and handed it to your mom. heeseung should also probably do this for you. he pulled away from you and started making your plate, avoiding the deviled eggs and piling on the mac n’ cheese. when he placed it down in front of you, your dad raised his eyebrow. “you still avoiding deviled eggs?”

you brought your plate closer to you, waiting to eat until heeseung had his plate. you stuck your tongue out at your dad. “i don’t when hee makes them.”

your dad looked at heeseung with a surprised look. “you made her eat deviled eggs?”

“i just added miso and switched the regular mayo out for the japanese one,” heeseung sheepishly laughed. “she seemed to enjoy them.”

a boisterous laugh escaped your dad as he leaned his head back. when he caught his breath, he gave heeseung an approving nod. “good on you, man.”

the rest of the dinner went smoothly, and heeseung felt himself relaxing. your dad wasn’t nearly as intimidating as he thought. they easily bonded over cooking and how the women in their life shouldn’t have to lift their pretty little fingers if they didn’t want to. heeseung felt relieved. your dad seemed to like him, especially after you telling him how much heeseung takes care of you.

by the end of it, your dad was inviting him back over—without you. “you should come over and we can workshop a course menu for the girls.”

heeseung grinned, promising to come back soon. you said your goodbyes and drove home. on the drive, you kissed your intertwined hands. “thanks for doing that.”

heeseung shook his head. “it’s no problem. i’m glad i got to talk to your parents.”

“nothing to worry about, right? they really like you,” you teased. “they even want you to marry me so they can trap you forever.”

heeseung hummed. he’d gladly be “trapped” by your parents if it meant calling you his wife. should he go ring shopping? he didn’t have money for that right now. maybe once he gets his return offer. he could at least scroll on through websites.

“good thing i already do wanna marry you.”

disclaimer: this, in no way, reflects the idol. this is purely fiction. ✧ comments and reblogs are appreciated! ✧ give my other works a read too! you can now leave requests!

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〘 guide! 〙

genre; ‹ ⍨ › angst ؂ ‹ ⍢ › fluff ؂ ‹ ⍣ › platonic ؂ ‹ ⍥ › romance series status; ‹ ⊛ › finished ‹ ⊖ › ؂ ‹ ⊕ › ongoing ؂ ‹ ⊖ › paused ؂ ‹ ⊜ › smau

my ult taglist guide!

❝ tags i frequently use! ❞

#⍣ 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚: writes ⊶ for all fics #⍣ 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚: drabble #⍣ 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚: one shot #⍣ 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚: reblogs #⍣ 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚: 𝓪𝓷𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼 ⊶ responses to asks #⍣ 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚: 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓈 ⊶ when i'm just yapping #⍣ 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚: 𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖘 ⊶ serious conversations

𖦹ׂ ₊˚⊹⋆ 2025 works will have their titles bolded! this doesn't apply to pre-existing smaus like "my youth is free".

006. boynextdoor

⥎ drabble (< 2k words) amnesia; jaehyun x reader ⊶ ⍥ i told you; jaehyun x reader ⊶ ⍢ nature boy; jaehyun x reader ⊶ ⍢ need a girl like; jaehyun x f!reader ⊶ ⍢ a witch and her cat; taesan x f!reader ⊶ ⍢ happy birthday; taesan x reader ⊶ ⍥ maybe this time; taesan x f!reader ⊶ ⍨ + ⍥ midnight memories; taesan x reader ⊶ ⍥ soft songs; taesan x reader ⊶ ⍥

⥎ one shot (2k+ words) chalant; jaehyun x gf!reader ⊶ ⍢ catch a break; taesan x f!reader ⊶ ⍢ hello; leehan x f!reader ⊶ ⍨ + ⍥

⥎ series (multi-part) 19.99; boynextdoor x ofc ⊶ dystopian, ⊖ + ⍥ echoes of twilight; taesan x f!reader ⊶ ⊖ + ⍢ + ⍥ idol tonight!; boynextdoor x idol!f!reader ⊶ ⊕ + ⍢ love to life; jaehyun x f!reader x taesan ⊶ ⍥ my youth is free; taesan x f!reader x leehan ⊶ ⊕ + ⊜ + ⍨ + ⍢

007. enhypen

⥎ drabble (< 2k words) need you here; jungwon x enhypen!f!reader ⊶ ⍣ + ⍢ obviously in love; jungwon x reader ⊶ ⍥ after party; heeseung x reader ⊶ ⍥ comfortable; heeseung x reader ⊶ ⍢ found me; heeseung x f!reader ⊶ ⍥ ghost of you; heeseung x reader ⊶ ⍨ homecoming; heeseung x reader ⊶ ⍢ just one bite; heeseung x enhypen!reader ⊶ ⍢ let's play; heeseung x f!reader ⊶ ⍢ magic; heeseung x reader ⊶ ⍥ talker; heeseung x reader ⊶ ⍥ can't breathe; sunghoon x f!reader ⊶ ⍨ daisies; sunghoon x reader ⊶ ⍨ love wins all; sunghoon x reader ⊶ ⍥ who is park sunghoon?; sunghoon x reader ⊶ ⍢ best friends; jake x reader ⊶ ⍢ brighter than tiffany; jake x idol!f!reader ⊶ ⍢ + ⍥ physics; jake x reader ⊶ ⍢ physics cheerleader; jake x reader ⊶ ⍢ dad friend; jay x enhypen!reader ⊶ ⍢ ketchup; jay x reader ⊶ ⍢ right person, wrong time; jay x idol!reader ⊶ ⍨ airport crush; enhypen x f!reader ⊶ ⍢ still young; enhypen x enhypen!reader ⊶ commentary? about sexualizing minors

⥎ one shot (2k+ words) carry on; agent!jungwon x tsa!reader ⊶ action the better; jungwon x f!reader ⊶ ⍢ for now; heeseung x reader ⊶ ⍥ let's go on a date; heeseung x idol!f!reader ⊶ ⊜ + ⍢ loser in a hot man's body; heeseung x f!reader ⊶ ⍢ — LO$ER = LO♡ER; heeseung x f!reader ⊶ loser!heeseung pt.2 + ⍢ lucky fan; heeseung x f!reader ⊶ ⍥ old friend; sunghoon x figure-skater!f!reader ⊶ ⍥ soft spot; jake x f!reader ⊶ ⍥ this time; jake x f!reader ⊶ ⍥ serial crusher; jay x f!reader ⊶ ⍢ rest; enhypen x idol!f!reader ⊶ ⍨ + ⍣

⥎ series (multi-part) choose you; jungwon x socialite!f!reader ⊶ ⊛ + ⊜ + ⍢ mythology: retold; various x f!reader ⊶ ⊖ + ⍥ the fever: an enhypen series; hyung line x f!reader ⊶ suggestive, ⊖

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[fgumi]

time to be the town crier because A QUEEN HAS RETURNED. SHE IS BACK HOLY. SHE HATH RETURNED. MAKE WAY ALL YOU HEATHENS AND LOW LIFES THAT WISHED HER ILL. SHE HAS RETURNED TRIUMPHANT!

(mdni with her blog. she is an 18+ blog.)

ja3yun restart 2025 <33

[fgumi]

go give my neighbors a read! they're brilliant!

here are the list of spotlighted works for december 2024 from our residents!

⤑ apt [park sungho] by @lynnimini

⤑ single dad taesan fell in love [taesan] by @hollyoongs

⤑ ancient runes and sea creatures [leehan] by @blue-jisungs

⤑ why we ended (i don't remember) [boynextdoor] by @serejae

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[fgumi]

so hey guys um over 500 notes in two days... that's some insane work. ily. thank you for loving loser!heeseung. he is indeed your loser.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ LOSER IN A HOT MAN'S BODY

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 { PAIRING; non-idol!heeseung x reader, GENRE; fluff, school!au, headcanon, WC; 2.8k, A/N; i love losers that love that girlfriends entirely too much but, at the same time, not enough. TAGS; @en-dream @heeheesang @httpenhoon @r1kification @seungheartyou, @starfallia @sugarikiz @hoondolls @bamguetismee @jnysaln @cixrosie @wensurr @heartheejake @m1kkso }

(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ part two is up!

loser!heeseung was never the first one to get chosen for anything. well, he did get chosen first for musicals and solos! he had a beautiful voice and there was no denying that. but, for anything else? nope. it wasn't until you transferred over to his high school that he got picked willingly (and not because you guys were the only two left). you approached him in gym class after your teacher said to partner up for conditioning. "hey! i'm y/n. do you think we could be partners today?"

heeseung just blinked at you and then turned to see if someone was behind him. when he verified you were talking to him, he turned back to see you with a bemused look, a slight crease forming right between your brows. "you are talking to me, right?" he asked nervously.

a wry smile formed on your lips as you nodded. "there’s no one else around."

heeseung couldn't believe it. someone who wasn't a part of the theatre department was talking to him! so, he agreed with only a moment's hesitation. by the time sit-ups came around, heeseung knew about your basic interests and one secret: you were big on anime. you explained to him, during his sad attempts at pushups, that you loved anime but remained closeted because the boys at your last school made it weird. heeseung was careful not to let his excitement show; he didn't wanna scare you off before he really got to know you. eventually, after all the hellish exercises your teacher put you through, heeseung shyly asked you why you wanted to be partners.

"you looked like the type that doesn't judge people for struggling," you replied after drinking your water. you wiped the droplets of water that trickled down your neck and then offered heeseung some. "i don't have cooties. promise."

he gave you a faint, unsure smile, his hand reaching out slowly, half expecting you to pull it back and say psych! but you didn’t. you just patiently waited for him to take it. honestly, he just looked like a spooked deer to you, and you couldn’t help but find it endearing. after class was over and it was time for lunch, heeseung deflated. it was nice talking to you while it lasted.

“heeseung! wait up!”

he turned to you with round eyes, watching you rush over, a backpack draped over your right shoulder. you were freshly showered, water still dripping off the ends of your hair. you looked... happy? you slowed to a stop right in front of him.

“do you mind if we eat together?”

you wanted to eat with him? a cool girl like you wants to eat with a certified loser like him?

“it’s okay if you already have plans! i think i can find somewhere else to sit.”

no! you jumped a little. heeseung retracted into himself, rubbing the back of his neck. he’s never had someone ask to eat with him. he just sort of sat with his theatre classmates—not even friends. they all thought he was weird. you gave him a puzzled look.

“are you sure? you don’t have to pity me just because i’m new,” you pouted. gosh, was it just him or did everyone find you adorable?

“i’m sure. i was just hesitant since i’m not known for being, you know, popular.”

rolling your eyes, you clapped a hand on his shoulder. “as if that actually matters.” you tugged him along, linking your arm with his. thank goodness you were busy looking for the cafeteria because heeseung was struggling to keep the blush off of his face. as much as heeseung didn’t want to get his hopes up, he hoped that you guys would become real friends.

loser!heeseung loved his hobbies. he could talk about them for hours; they were his passion. he loved playing maple story, league of legends, team fight tactics, going to the renaissance fair, studying the metrics of trot (this one was a little too niche to really talk about though). none of these passions were greater than his passion for you. this man was dedicated to learning everything there was to know about you now that you were friends. you teased him about how stalkerish he sounded. almost immediately, he apologized.

the way his shoulders shrunk and eyes drooped down, you were definitely the asshole. when he stopped talking, you panicked. so, you didn’t think. you kissed his cheek. you blinked. he blinked. you blinked at each other. you know that ouran high school host club scene where tamaki realized haruhi is a girl and she complimented him? you’d bet your whole house that’s how red you were because you could feel the heat radiating off your face.

heeseung’s mind was still white noise. any sounds that were supposed to reach his ears were muffled, like he was underwater. was he underwater? was he dragged down into the depths of the styx river only to be lost forever? was he dreaming to cope with the harsh reality of his death? was he—

“heeseung?” you meekly called. “i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have done that without your consent. that was—”

he must’ve called upon achilles’s guidance and invincibility because he didn’t know where he got this courage otherwise. what courage you may ask? well, the courage that planted heeseung’s lips on yours.

your lips were so soft. they tasted like strawberries. he wondered if strawberries were your favorite fruit. he could kiss you forever. oh crap, he was kissing you.

anxiety crept up his spine, invading his every nerve; it was telling him he had to pull away or else you’d leave him forever. except, when he started moving away, he noticed you followed, reluctant to end the kiss. your eyes were closed too. he could’ve sworn they were open from shock.

heeseung could feel his back creaking in protest at the odd angle; he would’ve fallen over if it weren’t for you clutching the front of his shirt. huh? oh! maybe, you liked the kiss! you liked the kiss, like he did! oh, but now he couldn’t breathe. what should he do? he didn’t want the kiss to end.

he pressed back, holding out until the last possible moment. but you pulled away first, gasping for air. a blush dusted your cheeks and heeseung could guess that he was red too—probably not as pretty of a shade as yours though.

“s-sorry,” he stammered as you caught your breath. “i don’t know why i—”

you shut him up with another kiss (but this one was too short for heeseung’s newfound thirst for kissing you). when you pulled away, his big eyes tugged at your heart. they looked so sad that you moved away. it made you giggle—this whole situation. for someone that was trying to learn everything about you, he sure did miss your huge crush on him.

loser!heeseung didn’t know how he got so fortunate. was he a luck domain cleric in real life? he felt like he was rolling nat 20s continuously. he managed to ask you out (though, he was stuttering the whole time and nearly tripped on top of you—it was a whole affair that he’d rather forget) and be dating you 3 years later? he was one lucky man. and, some might say even luckier as time went on.

you got more confident once you guys got to college and, thus, you got hotter. you found your sense of self and your fashion reflected it. heeseung wasn’t doing so bad either. he found people that he got along with and could proudly (read: shyly) call friends. he found beomgyu in the league discord server that the university had and jeongin in d&d club! he’d meet up with them every once in awhile whenever they all felt like they needed to touch grass. of course, his friends knew you came first. you were heeseung’s everything. what they couldn’t wrap around their heads was how heeseung was your everything.

“you’ve been dating for 3 years!? no way, man.” “are you secretly rich? the son of some big conglomerate?” “all offense, she’s hot and you’re… not.”

heeseung didn’t let that bother him. his friends were idiots that had never felt the touch of a woman. plus, you trained him better (you told him to stop talking about himself like he was your pet, but he refused). you loved him so much without any strings attached. you were patient with him and listened to him ramble about how league kept nerfing his favorite character with every update. you never tried to change him and you told him it’s because you fell in love with him for how he was. but, there came a day when he wished you did. he happened to overhear a conversation between you and your friends.

“girl, there’s no way you’ve been with heeseung for 3 years and he hasn’t picked up a single thing about fashion from you.” “the face cards are mismatched, ma. you’re up here and he’s not even on this plane.” “don’t you ever get embarrassed whenever you guys go out? i mean, he dresses like he’s stuck in his mom’s basement.” “i hope he compensates in other ways because he’s not doing it where i can see.” “how are you okay with someone that much skinnier than you? doesn’t your body dysmorphia get triggered?”

you stopped talking to those girls after that. however, it didn’t stop heeseung from getting hurt by it. it was true, in heeseung’s eyes. you deserved much better than what he was giving you. how is it that you loved him even though he looked the exact same as he did 3 years ago? there were so many hot guys around and you never so much as turned your head to glance. there was nothing to support his insecurity about being hot enough or being enough in general. nonetheless, that horrid conversation sparked something in heeseung.

“baby, i’m heading to the gym. i’ll be back later to cook us dinner, okay?” if your brows raised any further, they’d merge into your hairline. “the gym?” heeseung nodded firmly. “gotta start working out to combat all the ramen i eat.”

“hee, you haven’t gained weight since we started dating, despite you eating my leftovers and your food. you don’t need to combat anything,” you laughed. when you saw heeseung was still tying the laces on his shoes, you let it go, thinking nothing of it. you kissed him and reminded him to stay hydrated.

thus began heeseung’s gym journey. it was difficult. muscle barely stuck even though he was eating well over 3000 calories. but, he could see his body getting toned, more cut, so he was happy. maybe people would stop looking at the two of you like you were wrong.

his wishful thinking remained at that. despite getting noticeably more fit, people still talked. they talked about his fashion, his haircut, and his hygiene (he thought this one was unfair considering he always did skincare with you and loved doing your nightly routines).

so, on the day you told him you were going thrifting, he asked to tag along. you were taken aback. heeseung never came with you; he didn’t see the point when he had perfectly good clothes at home. but you let him come along. you thought he’d just peruse with you or be there to make sure you paid with the card he gave you (he made a lot of money from his internship and begged you to use it for anything you wanted), but he didn’t. he asked a lot of questions.

“do you think this would look good on me?” “do these go together?” “are these good quality?”

you were excited. going thrifting was one of your favorite hobbies and to see heeseung taking such an interest in it was thrilling. you gave your opinions, always with a disclaimer that fashion is up to preference. he nodded along, processing your words. by the end of your thrifting trip, heeseung went home with a bundle of clothes to wear. the next day, he’d wake up earlier than normal to try and piece his new clothes together. he knew he wasn’t good at it. his friends let him know without reservations. hell, your friends let him know with their skeptical looks. it wasn’t until he talked to sunghoon in the gym that he got some actual constructive criticism.

“you’re taking an interest in fashion?”

“nothing crazy,” heeseung muttered, kicking the dust on the floor. “i just hate the comments y/n gets whenever her friends think i’m not listening.”

sunghoon looked at his gym buddy in pity. “look, man. if everything you’ve told me about your relationship is true, i don’t think y/n cares what you wear. she hasn’t in 3 years. what makes you think it’ll change all of a sudden?”

nothing. he didn’t doubt you. he just got sick at the thought of you having to listen to all those criticisms. so, sunghoon helped him. he showed him his pinterest moodboard and made heeseung swear to never tell anyone that’s how he chooses what to wear. after that informative session, heeseung got to work. he used your instagram feed as a reference, wanting to match your aesthetic, and created a moodboard inspired by it. using his pinterest board, he went thrifting by himself. he recalled the countless videos he watched while sorting through the clothes. cotton, not polyester. depending on the stain, you can get it out. tailoring is always an option when you find something that is a little too big!

he was very serious about his transformation. he even digitally scrapbooked the pictures of him in different clothes so he could be like cher in clueless. since then, his fashion started improving. your morning routines together changed ever so slightly with you telling him to spin for you. his heart warmed with every compliment you gave him.

“who is this diva?” “i feel very underdressed. i’m changing.” “are you getting dressed by law roach?” “you’ve been taking dress to impress a little seriously these days.”

heeseung’s confidence soared. now, he wasn’t ashamed to go out with you. your friends weren’t ashamed to be seen with him either. they even went as far as to compliment him! score! he’d gotten brownie points with your friends.

“finally, he’s dressing like a boyfriend fit to be with you, y/n.”

oh, that made you pull the brakes real fast. it completely escaped your mind how much your friends dissed your boyfriend (because you brushed them off as stupid comments). come to think of it, heeseung always did manage to miss the moments where they talked about him, but only by a minute or two. what if… what if he did hear those comments?

curious and worried, you asked him during your nightly routines. “hee, did… did you start dressing up for any particular reason?”

uh oh. heeseung hated lying to you; it physically pained him. so, he confessed. “i heard what your friends think of me and i didn’t want you to have to keep hearing them say things like that.”

“oh, baby, i’m so sorry you heard that,” you cooed. “i didn’t tell you because not even an atom of me agrees with them. i love you as you are, uni tees, basketball shorts and all.”

heeseung put down the moisturizer and looked down. “i know… i just wanted people to stop thinking we’re wrong for each other.”

you frowned and pulled him into a hug. “well, we know we’re perfect for each other. i’ve known it from the moment you started talking about the metrics of trot. i remember just nodding along and thinking how beautiful you were.”

heeseung blushed at your words. you always knew how to make him feel better.

“you don’t have to dress up for anyone but yourself, okay?”

he shook his head with a small smile. “i like matching with you. it’s fun.”

“well, i guess we really gotta dress to impress then,” you grinned, kissing his cheek.

with that, heeseung was reassured. no more pressure. he could just dress however he wanted (which was however you were dressing). but, his glow up didn’t stop there. no, he thought about a haircut. he wanted something that would shut your friends up forever. so, after scrolling forever on tiktok, he found that he liked a mullet with some face-framing pieces. he went and got it done at sunghoon’s trusted barbershop and came out a new man. he immediately sent you a picture, to which you responded, “don’t go anywhere. no errands. no grabbing food. come home. now.”

safe to say, you loved his new haircut. he loved his new haircut. he loved it even more when his friends and your friends couldn’t manage words. good. stay that way.

loser!heeseung was still a loser but, at least, he was in a hot man’s body with his very very attractive girlfriend. he still played league. he still larped. he still took the renaissance fair very seriously. he still loved you more than anything in the world. he was still your loser.

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੭ˊᵕˋ੭ synopsis: you broke up with your long-term boyfriend, donghyun, after 5 years. it was amicable and there were no hard feelings; you were just growing in two separate directions in life. despite the nice break-up, you found yourself sad and in need of a pick-me-up. so, you decided to pick up your old love, volleyball. you tag along with your younger brother, woonhak, and check it out. the scene is packed with many good volleyball players like han dongmin.

੭ˊᵕˋ੭ pairing(s): volleyball player!taesan x woonhak's sister!reader, ex!leehan x woonhak's sister!reader ੭ˊᵕˋ੭ genre(s): smau, college life, romance ੭ˊᵕˋ੭ status: ongoing; updating sporadically! ੭ˊᵕˋ੭ a/n: welcome! i'm officially starting this on 250101! laugh, cry, scream, enjoy! pls lmk if you want to be removed from the taglist! ੭ˊᵕˋ੭ taglist: second taglist open! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

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〘 0. prologue; 1. cutie patootie; 2. baby come back; 3. twisty kind; 4. shakespearean; 5. pp is small; 6. still standing here; 7. recovery; 8. bad idea; 9. off the street; 10. stupid, not blind; 11. mystical beast; 12. we listen and we don't judge; 13. just who are you?; 13. holy moly cheesy ravioli; 14. to a fresh start; 15. the prettiest one around; 16. connection; 17. itys; more chapters tba 〙

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 { PAIRING; agent!jungwon x tsa!reader, GENRE; action, one shot, WC; 9.3k, WARNING(S); profanities, terrorism, A/N; the original plot of carry on pmo so i decided to write one that wouldn't (it still kind of does). it's a little more focused on you as a tso, so don't be too disappointed now. officially dropped on 250109 @ 03:05! hope you enjoy, TAGS; @en-dream @heeheesang @httpenhoon @r1kification @seungheartyou @bamguetismee @jnysaln @dreamiestay @nvrlndmylove @letwiiparkjay @theothernads @wonys-won @dksfml @kitty-won07 @starfallia @sugarikiz @heartheejake @regalfox @m1kkso @ribbioniki @wensurr @wonys-won @wonkixo }

The sound of your alarm clock jolted you awake, its incessant crying reminding you that you had a long day of work ahead of you. For a moment, you made no move to get up, squeezing your eyes tightly as you rubbed your face into your pillow, savoring the warmth tucked under your blanket. It was New Year’s Eve—which meant children throwing tantrums or adults throwing tantrums like children—and you were so tempted to call out, your TSA uniform glaring at you from where you threw it last night.

With a groan, you reached out to silence the alarm, blindly slapping your nightstand until you felt your phone. You glanced at your phone, momentarily blinded by its brightness, and checked the time. 4:31 AM. God, it was early.

You gave yourself a good stretch, enjoying the momentary high from the blood rushing to your brain, before throwing yourself out of bed. You shuffled toward the bathroom, the cold tiles waking you up a bit more. When you flicked the light on, tired was all you could see on your face. The three years with the TSA really wore on you—dull skin, dark circles, no smile lines.

Oh, how you were itching to text your supervisor that you were sick. You should be sleeping in, prepping yourself for parties and, maybe, a New Year’s kiss. But life had a way of going the absolute opposite direction of what you wanted.

Straight out of college, unlike your friends who got return offers from their internships, you were eagerly awaiting to hear back from the FBI. Becoming a profiler had always been the plan, no matter how unrealistically it began. (You may have had the world’s biggest crush on Spencer Reid. But who didn’t?) You majored in criminal psychology just to prep yourself for your career. You were hopeful; all your professors said you were more than inclined to your chosen career path—you were born to be a profiler.

So, when the rejection email reached your inbox, the world was spinning. It sounded like the birds were laughing at you. Oh, you wanted to be an FBI agent? Oopsies, dream harder next time.

Your rejection left you to spiral until your friend, Jake, suggested you both work for the TSA at LAX. It wasn’t the best alternative to your dream job, but it was as close as you were gonna get.

Now, here you are sitting on the employee commuter bus, bumping shoulders with familiar people that you’ve seen on the very same bus for the past three years. The silence used to be eerie, going from rambunctious college students talking every chance they got to coworkers who were trying to squeeze a little extra shut-eye before their long days started.

When the bus rolled to a stop, you gave the driver a nod of gratitude and trudged your way through the backrooms. Everyone you passed by gave you a wave, which you returned, still too tired to manage any words. You walked into the TSA locker rooms and shoved your bag in, moving quick to make the meeting.

You slipped inside and took a seat toward the back. You felt a slap on your back. Wincing in shock, you turned to see Jake beaming at you.

“Hey, grumpy,” Jake said, bumping your shoulder with his as he sat by you. “You should be happier. The year’s almost over!”

You rolled your eyes. “As if 2025 is going to be any better than 2024. We’re gonna be sitting here with the same jobs, same pay, same life.”

“That’s by choice,” a new voice chimed. You glanced over to your right and saw Jay settle down next to you. “I got here a little later than both of you and I’ve had two promotions. I’d say you’re the one who wants to keep the same job.”

Jake shrugged. “It pays the bills just fine, and I’m looking to avoid any responsibilities for as long as I can.”

A chuckle left Jay as he sipped his coffee. “And you, Y/N? You really content where you’re at?”

You pursed your lips. Of course, you weren’t. But life never goes your way, so why bother trying to change that? Before you could respond, your supervisor began the day-shift meeting.

“Good morning, day shift TSOs. Good morning being more of a wishful thought ‘cause today is going to be another rough day for everyone. You sad, sad souls are spending your New Year’s Eve with me and about 200,000 eager—and, I mean, eager—travelers. As usual, these very anxious passengers will probably take their shitty emotions out on you. So, what do we say to that?”

“Enjoy your holidays,” everyone droned.

Your supervisor nodded with satisfaction. “Exactly. We’re not taking their bait, and we’re going to make sure everyone flies happy and safely. Capisce? All right, dismissed. Stay alert. Stay vigilant. And we’ll all make it out of here okay.”

The rest of your coworkers returned to their lockers, strapping up for their shifts. Jay and Jake followed you into the break room as you poured yourself a cup of coffee.

“Look, if you guys do want a change in 2025, I’ll go to bat for you. It should be no problem, considering you’ve both worked here for 3 years,” Jay offered.

Jake grinned and patted him on the shoulder. “I’ll remember that for when I decide to become a full-fledged adult.”

Snickering at Jake’s reluctance to grow up, you sipped your coffee, almost groaning at the nice caffeine boost the liquid was promising.

“What about you, Y/N? Wanna switch up your 2025?” Jay asked curiously.

A change did seem appealing to you. However, you somehow doubted the promotion would go through. Life seemed to like playing with your emotions.

“I doubt Owens is gonna promote me,” you said pointedly. “I’m pretty sure he hates me ever since the Christmas party two years ago.”

Jay rounded to face you directly, placing his hands on your shoulders. “You trust me, right?”

You paused, acting as if it were a difficult question, before caving at Jay’s falling face. “Of course I do.”

He smiled. “Then, come with me to my meeting with Owens. Officer Smith is also going to be a part of it, and you know how he loves you.”

With two people backing you, surely life couldn’t mess this up. You nodded slowly, making Jake whoop and Jay shake you in excitement. “2025 is your year, Y/N. I can feel it.”

“Yeah, yeah, when’s the meeting?” A smile threatened to break your calm facade at the building hope of rebelling against fate. Jay checked his watch and looked at you. “Now, apparently.”

He turned you around and guided you to your supervisor’s office. “You got this, Y/N!” Jake hollered behind you.

Gosh, why were you so nervous? You’d never brought up a promotion before. But, it was like Jay said, right? Three years with no write-ups or negative reviews. No way he rejects it.

“Nope.”

Your jaw went slack, and any shrivel of hope that you had died. Jay looked just as shocked. Hell, even Officer Smith looked shocked.

“But, sir, Y/N’s an amazing TSO and has been with the TSA for three years with no complaints,” Jay sputtered.

Owens sighed. “Ask me on a different day. We’re expecting heavy foot traffic and I want leads on the scanners. I can’t afford any mishaps today.”

You didn’t know what it was. Was it anger at his easy dismissal? Was it frustration from the endless obstacles in your life? Whatever it was, it made you speak up. “With all due respect, sir, I’m more than capable of working the scanner. I ranked first in threat assessment, and I can spot a fake better than the officers.” Officer Smith seemed like he wanted to be offended but decided that it was true, nodding with you.

“I’m willing to prove it too. I’ll even put my job on the line. One mistake, you can fire me,” you huffed, shoulders rolled back.

Your supervisor peered down his nose at you, heavily contemplating. “The leads are on the scanners today. We don’t have the manpower to open another lane for you.”

“Give her my spot,” Jay interjected. He looked at the drawing board before shifting around the names. “That’ll free up a lead to work between D and E, keep us from bottlenecking.”

You sent a look of gratitude Jay’s way, then looked at Owens. It felt like days before he answered. “Alright, let’s see what you got.”

Suppressing your excitement, you gave him a stout nod. “Won’t let you down.”

When Owens dismissed the three of you, Jay threw his arm around your shoulder. “Looks like your 2025 is setting up to be a great year.”

You laughed, grabbing his hand that was hanging off your shoulder. “It’s thanks to you,” you said warmly.

He shook his head and ruffled your hair. “That was all you.”

You two returned to Jake with the good news, who yelled with joy, getting a couple of startled looks from your coworkers. Jay waved them off apologetically and slapped Jake upside the head, scolding him for being so loud. Man, did it feel good to finally have something go your way.

The signal to head to your stations rang, pushing the three of you to move out. As you moved past all the barrier dividers, Jake and Jay filed to their sections, wishing you luck.

You approached the scanners with a little pride in yourself. You nodded at your coworker and sat, logging on. You flipped the switch, and just like that, your trial promotion began.

Passengers loaded up their belongings in bins and let the belt carry them through the machine, allowing you to check for any discrepancies. After a couple of minutes, you felt more comfortable, settling deeper into your seat.

“Excuse me!”

You leaned away from the monitors to see a cute man smiling at you. God, was he all sunshine and rainbows for someone flying early.

“This isn’t mine,” he said, wiggling one of the smaller bins. You stopped the machine and approached him, taking the bin to see a curious earpiece. You glanced from the earpiece to the man. What the hell did he want you to do with this?

“Um, I’ll put this in the lost and found,” you said awkwardly. He just grinned at you before walking off. But as he walked away, your phone chimed.

Right ear. Do it now. Discreetly.

You gingerly inserted the ear comm into your right ear, static crackling until a voice spoke.

“Hello, Y/N. Listen very carefully. I need your help.”

Your lips quirked before you glanced around, trying to find your coworker. “Nice accent, Jake. I hope your mixtape is better than your prank or I’m getting rid of your special Australian coffee.”

“Jake is in lane one, auditioning for Korea’s Got Talent.” You turned and saw Jake dancing on top of a cart. “Looks like he might have a shot.”

Your eyes darted around to the other lanes and came up short. You couldn’t find the source of the voice.

He spoke again. “Just relax, Y/N. I need you to keep the line moving, so let’s head back to your seat, okay?”

You made eye contact with your supervisor, who peered at you suspiciously. Oh, crap. Quickly, you returned to the scanner and resumed the line. As the conveyor belt whirled to life, you shifted in your seat nervously.

“My name’s Special Agent Jungwon with the FBI. Be very careful with your reactions. Soon, there will be a man with some dangerous luggage moving through your line with a boarding pass for Korean Air 958 non-stop to Seoul. I need you to let him through,” Jungwon said.

You scoffed lightly. “That’s a joke, right? Why would an FBI agent want me to let a threat through?” You fidgeted with the scanner, manipulating the image of luggage on your screen to inspect the contents. Your attention flicked between the screen and beyond it, sorting through people strolling through the airport. Where could he be?

“It’s not a joke. I’m technically undercover as a mercenary that gets the job done, and the man I’m going to arrest is my client. I’m at the bar in Chili’s, by the way. I want you to see my air quotes.”

You zeroed in on the chain restaurant and saw the lone blond man in a black leather jacket. You could only see his broad back as he did air quotes with his left hand. Then, he continued to eat something. Fries?

“The man carrying the luggage isn’t the target. We believe he’s being threatened by the individual we’re trying to catch to be his pack mule. The man we’re trying to catch has already made it through TSA.”

He’s already in? Your heart began to race as you returned your attention to your job. “What’s in the bag?”

He hummed contemplatively. “That’s more of a need-to-know. The less you know, the easier it’ll be for you to act normal when the carry-on passes through.”

As the bins of items passed by your screen, you pressed your lips flat. “I think I have a pretty good poker face.”

“Very true. I bet you’re a nightmare to play poker with,” he jabbed playfully. “Okay, I’ll tell you. It’s a weapon.”

You huffed in disbelief. “No shit, Sherlock. We wouldn’t be playing telephone otherwise. What’s the weapon?”

You could hear him chuckle before he resumed munching on his fries. “Feisty. I can see why the FBI really didn’t want to let you go.”

You paused. How does he know about that?

“It’s a nerve agent—atrocious biochemical weapon, really—attached to a bomb. Or, at least, that’s what we’re guessing,” he replied. “According to the chatter, they’re planning to make a big boom in the sky. I guess they wanted bigger fireworks.”

You froze, tension blanketing every muscle fiber. “A bomb?”

“Don’t forget the nerve agent,” he tutted, chewing through his food. Those damn fries were starting to get on your nerves. If you wanted a mukbang ASMR while you worked, you would’ve chosen Tzuyang’s videos.

You got up to push the backed-up bins down the line. Your thoughts raced. A fucking bomb in the Los Angeles airport? You knew you should’ve called off today.

You could almost feel the cold glass of liquid going down your own throat as Jungwon took a gulp before speaking again. “What a way to spend New Year’s Eve, am I right? All these people rushing home to see their families, and you get to play agent like you’ve always wanted. Guess Santa came late this year.”

Your ears twitched. Again, how does he know about that? “You seem to know a lot about me, Special Agent.”

“Well, it’s not hard to look up a government worker. Pretty mild three years for you, huh? What—you applied, got rejected, and realized being a Level One TSA agent was your dream?” Jungwon prodded.

Your boots clacked heavily against the floor as you sat behind the monitor once again. You couldn’t help but glance at Jungwon, curious about what this irritating man’s face looked like.

“Just seemed like there was no point,” you murmured, analyzing the contents of the bags on screen. “If my aptitude tests didn’t get me in the first time, what would?”

Jungwon tsked, wiping the salt off his fingers. “Your aptitude tests. They were good—no, beyond good. You were a top scorer in almost every category except physical. No, I understand you. If near-perfect scores didn’t push you through, nothing could. If it helps you any, they had a real hard time choosing. I have the notes right in front of me.”

You paused. If they had such a hard time, why didn’t they just accept your application? You were bitter, of course. It was your dream, and they just rejected you—no explanation. Their email didn’t even have the corny “we wish you the best in your endeavors.” It seemed like they didn’t care if you applied again or not.

“Yeah? What does it say?” you asked, reserved.

“That you would be a damn good agent. I mean, wow. Did you really decipher the code in four minutes?” Jungwon whistled, impressed with what he was reading. “You set a record.”

You wanted to scoff. Set a record, and they let you go. That doesn’t really give you much hope. “Let’s get back to the real reason why we’re even talking.”

“Okay, still a bit of a sore spot for you. Noted. From what we’ve gathered, they’re exchanging hands right before they get on the flight. Apparently, the bomb has a failsafe code that only the man of the hour knows. He puts it in, and the bomb’s live.”

“That’s stupid. Is he trying to make himself a martyr?”

“Why, yes. Yes, he is. You’re quick. I think I’m going to like working with you, Agent Y/N,” Jungwon smiled, looking down at his half-eaten plate.

“Not an agent,” you bit back. They wouldn’t let you become one, you wanted to say. You let it rest on your tongue instead.

“If we catch the guy with no casualties, I’ll give you a stellar recommendation,” Jungwon chirped. “Now, look alive. I think our guy’s approaching.”

Your head whipped to see a tall man with headphones draped around his neck. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was another traveler just rushing to get to his gate. His shifty eyes told you otherwise.

“So, I just let him through?” you muttered, watching him place the carry-on on the belt.

Jungwon hummed. “Yes, ma’am. If you do anything but that, the man we’re closing in on will bolt.”

Pause. You felt stupid. Who’s to say Jungwon is who he says he is? What if he’s the terrorist? He could’ve gotten your application documents by hacking the system. You glanced at your coworker, who was focused on his own monitor, and then at Jungwon. Fuck. Where’d he go?

“Hey, hey. Calm down. I’m just making my way to your supervisor to give him a heads up,” Jungwon reassured. Your eyes trailed over to Owens, who was indeed talking to a blond man in a leather jacket.

When your supervisor looked over at you, you ducked your head and returned your focus back to the scanner.

Lo and behold. The carry-on was present on your screen. You leaned closer to stare at the mechanics. From what you could tell, the detonator was small, but it was linked to a block covered in small vials. C4 and the nerve agent was your guess. You let it pass your screen despite the glaring messages advising you to inspect the luggage.

You kept watching the suitcase until its owner picked it up just as carefully as he had placed it. He made eye contact with you. His eyes widened slightly before he looked away, a shaky hand extending the handle to drag it away. You were torn. On one hand, if you prevent this bomb from even getting near a plane, you could end this here. But, on the other hand, if what Jungwon said was true, you could be jeopardizing the lives of more people by letting a dangerous man go.

You stopped the machine and went to the end of the belt, acting like you were tidying the bins. In one of the bins this man used, something caught your eye, so you called after him. “Sir!”

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Jungwon asked warily through the earpiece.

“I’m supposed to just trust that you’re a real FBI agent? You could have a hacker feeding you all my information. Like you said, it’s not hard to look up a government employee,” you mumbled, looking at the pack mule through your brows.

“A little late to be speculating, Y/N.” You could hear Jungwon’s anxious chuckle through the earpiece. “I promise that I’m not the bad guy. Just take a leap of faith. You’ll get your proof in a second.”

A leap of faith? He’s asking you to put the lives of all these passengers on a gut instinct? You watched the man with the suitcase slowly walk over to you. You only had a split second to decide. Why did you want to trust this man? Your gut was gnawing at you, begging you to trust this mysterious individual in your ear.

You reached into the bin and pulled out the boarding pass he left behind. “Your boarding pass, Mr…” You glanced at the pass, trying to absorb the information. “Nishimura.”

The man let out what you assumed to be a sigh of relief. He offered you an awkward bow before taking the boarding pass in your hand and hurrying away.

“Y/N.” You swiveled around to see Owens looking at you disappointedly. “You’re out.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you tilted your head. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what you—”

“You’re off the job.”

Your eyes felt like they were about to roll out of their sockets with how wide they grew. “What do you mean I’m off the job? I haven’t even made a mistake.”

Owens motioned Jay over, who looked confused as he jogged to you. Jay slid through the barriers and pulled up beside Owens. “Jay, you’re back on the scanner today.”

“I don’t understand. Aren’t you at least going to tell me why you’re pulling me?” you almost shouted. You’re in public, in a place where inducing mass panic was easy. You let Owens pull you away from the scanner and Jay. You looked back at your friend. Jay held his hands out in question. You could only mouth to him, I don’t know.

Owens brought you to his box, where Jungwon was waiting expectantly. No fucking way. This motherfucker set you up.

“Thank you for your cooperation,” Jungwon said without the playful tone you’d come to know. “Is there an examination room we can hold her in until my partner gets here?”

Owens dragged you behind him as he marched into the hall where the search rooms were. You looked between him and Jungwon, both of whom refused to even spare you a glance. Desperation and confusion built up in your chest. Why the hell are you being arrested right now? For letting a bomb through? A bomb that this supposed special agent told you to let through? That’s what you get for blindly trusting someone. Man, your survival instincts sucked. Maybe it was a good thing you weren’t accepted to be an FBI agent. But something about Jungwon made you feel safe, safe enough to just take him at his word.

Once you entered the room, your supervisor released you. You spun to face the two of them, about to ask what was going on when Owens took the words right out of your mouth. “What the hell is going on in my airport?”

Jungwon leaned against the table, crossing his arms, a serious look adorning his face. “There’s a dangerous individual that we’re trying to catch. The only way to arrest him and make sure the charges stick is if he has the carry-on in his possession. They’re making a trade before the plane boards.”

Huh? Oh. Oh! You weren’t being arrested.

“And why did you have me pull Y/N? Make it seem like she was fired?”

Jungwon sighed. “Unfortunately, there’s a contingency plan in place to kill Y/N after she let the carry-on through. To my client’s knowledge, I’m taking care of her right now.”

Rubbing his face, Owens let out a groan. “Why wasn’t TSA made aware of this?”

“We believe he has someone capable of intercepting emails or calls. We couldn’t take the chance. This man has slipped through our fingers on technicalities far too many times.”

Wow, that really makes you wonder how competent government agencies are.

“So, I’m down a TSO, and I can’t alert anyone about the threat?” Owens was exasperated. You’d never seen the man so aged before.

Jungwon nodded, checking his watch. “It’s imperative you act like everything is normal. Obviously, you can attribute your stress to Y/N getting arrested, but, other than that, you have to carry on. Business as usual.”

“And me?” you asked. “What am I supposed to do? Wait here?”

Jungwon’s eyes met yours. You could almost see the mirth enter his eyes. “Nope. You’ll be helping me and my guys catch the perp.”

You and Owens must’ve synced up at some point because your jaws dropped simultaneously. “Excuse me?”

“You can’t expect me to trust Y/N—no offense—with an operation like this,” Owens squeaked, sweat beading at his temples.

Jungwon leaned closer to your supervisor with cat-like eyes. “But you trust me, yes?”

“Hardly,” Owens muttered. You found yourself nodding in agreement. Who the hell was this guy? Was every special agent as unhinged as him?

A pout formed on Jungwon’s lips. “Fine. You trust the FBI, right?”

Your supervisor nodded reluctantly. Jungwon raised an eyebrow with a smirk before straightening his posture. “Then, trust that I’m making the best calls that I can to ensure everyone’s safety. Now, I think you’ve been here for far too long.”

Jungwon started shooing your boss away, opening the door for him. “I’ll keep her safe,” Jungwon called after him and shut the door without giving you much time to process any of it. He looked at you with a wide grin and clapped his hands together. “Now! Let’s get started, shall we?”

You looked at him suspiciously. “What exactly did you want me for?”

“Well, I needed someone who has the codes to the backrooms so I can move around freely. Plus, I saved your life, didn’t I?” Jungwon replied like it was obvious. When you kept eyeing him with distrust, he puffed out his cheeks. “Okay, maybe I also wanted to see how you’d do as an FBI agent.”

Your jaw just couldn’t stop dropping today. “You’re risking the safety of 200,000 people on a gamble? To see if I’m any good? Are you insane?”

“Hey! That’s what Sunoo said too!” Jungwon pointed at you in joyful shock.

You clenched your jaw, trying to contain your increasing frustration for the man in front of you. “200,000 lives in the hands of a freaking child,” you scoffed in disbelief. This is the type of person they let into the FBI? Was he even in the FBI?

“How did you even get Owens to play along with you?” you gritted out. Jungwon looked up from his phone. You watched him, unimpressed, as he patted himself down before pulling out a badge. He flashed the FBI identification at you with a grin. “This pretty much did all the talking,” Jungwon said. “Had to be discreet, though. I slipped it to him in a Chili’s takeout container with a napkin with the general plan on it.”

“That’s incredibly risky for someone that’s undercover,” you pointed out. “What if your client searched you?”

Jungwon tilted his head thoughtfully. “I would’ve had to lie my ass off and say it was a fake for the plan but, thankfully, he’s not as paranoid as he should be for a bomber.”

His nonchalance made your head spin. Was this guy for real? Are you in the Twilight Zone? You couldn’t help but feel like you were stuck in an action comedy as the comic-relief sidekick whose plot armor was faulty.

“Alright, here’s the plan,” Jungwon began, pulling out a folded napkin that had oil stains here and there. This couldn’t be what he gave to Owens, right? “My client thinks I’m in here tying up loose ends. That gives me time to intercept the handoff. You…” He paused, giving you an appraising look, “are going to help me keep track of our guy and make sure he doesn’t do anything crazy like kill a civilian.”

“You’ve got to be joking,” you said flatly, arms crossed. “I confiscate oversized toothpaste, Jungwon. What makes you think I have the stealth training for this?”

“Your aptitude tests. Plus, you ranked first in TSA’s threat assessment,” he countered, smirking. “Look at you, overachiever.”

You wanted to argue, but you had to trust him, even if that meant trusting yourself. This was stuff you used to dream about—being a part of the FBI and taking down terrorists. The little girl that wasn’t marred by life’s letdowns was jumping for joy, while the adult you was freaking out about the implications of the whole thing.

“Fine,” you said reluctantly. “Where do you need me?”

Jungwon’s grin widened. “Atta girl! First, we need to make sure Mr. Pack Mule doesn’t get cold feet and bolt. I need you to tail him through the terminal while I call for backup.”

“You’re doing all this without backup?” you weren’t sure whether to laugh or panic.

“I had you! And the rest of the TSA,” Jungwon said, shrugging. “I don’t really know. My boss cleared the plan.”

The FBI was run by a bunch of idiots. “So, you want me, the TSO still very much in her uniform, to tail a man that has seen my face?”

“Oh. I hadn’t thought about that,” Jungwon said, tapping his chin. “Just go change into your normal clothes.”

“I have no normal clothes, Jungwon,” you deadpanned. “I came in my work clothes.”

Jungwon gasped, bringing his fist to his mouth in shock. “But what about after-work plans? You know, New Year’s Eve? A boyfriend? A girlfriend?”

This mother— “I don’t have any after-work plans,” you gritted out. You were so close to damning all these passengers.

“Don’t you guys have a lost and found or something? For bags that were never picked up?” Jungwon asked.

“Yes, but do we even have the time?” You were skeptical. All of this felt like a big prank, like John Quiñones was about to pop out.

He glanced down at his watch. “It’s 11:11. Hey! Make a wish!”

You wished that he’d stop acting like this was just another day. For goodness' sake, people’s lives were at stake. When Jungwon peeked an eye open and noticed you weren’t making a wish, he cleared his throat. “Tough crowd. Well, do you remember what his boarding pass said?”

You thought back to the moment you handed off the boarding pass to Riki Nishimura. “His flight’s at 14:00.”

Jungwon smiled and clapped his hands. “Then we’ve got plenty of time. Let’s go shopping!”

When he opened the door and stepped out, you dragged along. “This is how people miss their flights,” you muttered.

You followed Jungwon out of the holding room, unsure whether to laugh or cry at the absurdity of your situation. Jungwon, with confident strides and ever-present grin, walked like there wasn’t a threat of mass murder, while you trailed behind, wondering if you were a part of a special Truman Show segment.

The TSA lost-and-found was tucked away in the back of the back rooms. Jungwon strolled in, waving to the confused staffers who were trying to figure out who he was. “Good morning, ladies and gentlemen! Nothing out of the ordinary to see here. This excellent TSO is just helping me relocate my luggage.”

The employees exchanged glances, unsure whether to stop him or let him proceed. “Uh… you’re not allowed to be back here,” one of them said hesitantly.

With bright eyes, Jungwon looked at you expectantly. What the hell was he looking at you—oh. You brought out your badge, which Jungwon snatched. He held it up with a flourish, not waiting for a response before walking straight to the pile of abandoned suitcases. “Come on, Y/N, pick one out. Which suitcase do you think would have stuff in your size?”

You hesitated before stepping into the storage area. You saw battered-up grey suitcases, along with red and blue ones. You gingerly pulled a large pink one with an obnoxious amount of stickers, careful to keep the pile intact. Putting it down, you knelt to open it. Now, if this were any other day, you would’ve been shocked at the contents inside. But, observing the trends for today, you weren’t surprised that men’s clothing was staring back at you—edgy, cyberpunk clothes at that.

“Nice choice,” Jungwon said approvingly, peering over your shoulder. “You just look like every other fashionista in this airport!”

You glared at him as he smirked. “You’re enjoying this way too much. Isn’t the whole point of me changing not to draw attention?”

“This aesthetic draws attention to the clothes, not the face,” Jungwon replied, picking up a pair of sunglasses from the luggage. “Plus, these glasses will give you total anonymity.”

Rolling your eyes, you hid behind some pillars and changed quickly. Once you appeared, Jungwon whistled. "Maybe you should take this for those after-work plans.”

Your fist was itching to make that connecting flight into his face. His stupid, nonchalant, good-looking face. Before you could become a MMA, a job you didn’t realize was appealing until you met Jungwon, he gave you a quick rundown. “Alright, here’s the plan. Our guy is likely going to wander the terminal until he gets the signal to meet the main perp. He can’t afford to look suspicious, so he’ll be moving like any regular passenger—well, as best as he can under duress—checking his phone, grabbing a coffee, maybe even sitting down to wait. You’ll follow him, but keep your distance. Blend in. Act like you’re just another traveler.”

“And what about you?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“I’ll be coordinating with my backup team and keeping an eye on you through the cameras,” Jungwon replied, tapping his phone. “Don’t worry, I’ll be watching your every move.”

“Great,” you muttered. “So, what happens if I get caught?”

Jungwon gave you a mischievous grin. “Then I guess we’ll find out how good your improv skills are. Think of it as your audition for future undercover missions with the FBI.”

You’d get arrested for murder before you ever reapplied for that damned government agency. You could feel your eye twitching at the sight of Jungwon.

With that, he escorted you out of the lost-and-found and into the bustling terminal. Before he shut the door, he gave you a thumbs up. “I’ll be communicating with you through the earpiece I gave you. Remember to not look like you’re talking to air. That tends to attract the wrong kind of attention.”

Breathe, Y/N. You can’t beat the FBI agent’s ass as much as you wanted to. Once the door closed, you scanned the area until you spotted Riki Nishimura sitting at a café, sipping a coffee and scrolling through his phone. It didn’t take long; the man’s nervous energy made him stick out like a sore thumb. You took a deep breath and moved into the flow of travelers, keeping your eyes on him without being obvious.

You situated yourself in one of the eating areas across from the café, pulling out your phone to act as if you were just another passenger waiting for her flight. Jungwon’s voice crackled in your ear. “You’re doing great, Y/N. Keep it up. Remember, don’t get too close!”

No shit. “I know,” you whispered, trying not to look like a schizophrenic as you stole glances at Nishimura. He seemed jittery; every so often, he glanced over his shoulder or scanned the crowd, as if he could sense he was being watched.

After what felt like an eternity, Nishimura got up and made his way toward a quieter part of the terminal, away from the main crowds. Your heart raced as you followed him into the area near Gate 54, where only a handful of passengers were sitting.

Jungwon’s voice came through again. “Heads up, Y/N. This is likely where the handoff will happen. Stay sharp. My backup team is on its way, but we need to make sure we catch the mastermind with the suitcase in hand.”

Mastermind? This is nothing like Criminal Minds. What you wouldn’t give to watch an episode right now.

You found a seat nearby, pretending to check your phone as you kept an eye on Nishimura. He placed his suitcase by his feet and sat down, fidgeting nervously. When you moved closer, he glanced up, his eyes widening slightly. You froze, panic flaring in your chest. Did he know? Did he suspect something? His eyes darted back down to his phone that he was clutching tightly.

You put your phone up to your ear, speaking in hushed tones. “Jungwon, he’s definitely spooked. He looks like he’s about to pass out.”

“Maybe having a pretty girl near him made him more nervous." Jungwon teased. You could feel your vein pulsing against your skin, wanting to pop out at his comment. For God’s sake, man, there was a bomb a couple of feet in front of you. You’d think he’d act a little more professional.

“Relax, Y/N,” Jungwon continued. “He’s scared out of his mind, which means he’ll follow orders to the letter. Just stay close. If he deviates from the plan, we’ll know something’s up.”

A few minutes later, another man approached him—tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a sharp suit and dark glasses. They exchanged a brief nod before the man sat down beside him.

Your pulse quickened as you tried to hear their conversation without getting too close. Jungwon’s voice buzzed in your ear. “Wait. That’s not my client. Hold your position.”

You watched as the man in the suit handed Nishimura a piece of paper, likely the code to activate the bomb. Nishimura hesitated before slipping it into his pocket, looking around nervously. You swallowed hard, your heart thundering in your chest. Nishimura sat stiffly, his foot tapping an erratic rhythm on the floor. The man in the suit nodded and stood.

“They’re splitting up,” you hissed. “The suit’s heading toward the bathrooms. Nishimura’s staying put.”

“Stay on Nishimura,” Jungwon instructed. “We’ve got agents heading to the bathroom.”

You discretely nodded, moving casually toward a column near Nishimura’s seat. You leaned against it, pretending to check your phone, but your entire focus was on the nervous man gripping his suitcase like a lifeline. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his gaze flickering between the boarding line and the bathroom entrance. Then, he stood up, carefully weaving through the rushing travelers.

“Nishimura’s on the move. I think he’s moving to a different gate,” you reported, stretching widely to peer at the nervous man’s retreating back.

“Follow him,” Jungwon’s voice crackled. “He’s probably meeting with the man we’re trying to apprehend.”

“Copy that,” you muttered, your stomach twisting with nerves. You pushed off the column and strode to catch up the pack mule, keeping your movements purposeful but unhurried. As your target slipped into Gate 32’s waiting area, you slowed your pace, choosing to stay further this time. This guy was definitely going to be able to tell the girl in cyberpunk clothing is following him—you’re the only one in this damn airport not in sweats.

You saw him sit by the window, situating the luggage a seat away from him. Your heart pounded as you carefully positioned yourself behind a small cluster of passengers, trying to blend in. You could feel your palms growing clammy, your mind racing with the possibilities. Who was he waiting for now? Was the so called mastermind going to show up here?

Jungwon’s voice broke through the static in your earpiece. “Good job keeping a low profile. I almost have everyone in position. Backup is securing the rest of the terminal, but we need to ensure the guy is caught in the act. Keep your eyes on Nishimura, but don’t make direct eye contact.”

“Easier said than done,” you muttered, adjusting your position so you had a clear view of Nishimura. He was fidgeting again, his leg bouncing as he clutched his phone tightly. Every so often, his gaze darted toward the main concourse, scanning the faces of the passing travelers.

A few minutes later, a man in a dark trench coat entered the waiting area, his presence exuding quiet authority. He was calm, composed, and utterly nondescript—except for the piercing look in his eyes as he locked onto Nishimura. Your breath caught as you realized this must be him.

“Jungwon, we have a new player,” you whispered, trying not to draw attention to yourself. “Trench coat. Looks calm, but he’s definitely the one in charge. He’s making his way to Nishimura now.”

Jungwon responded almost instantly. “I’ve got eyes on him. That’s the guy that paid for my services. Stay put. If things go south, I’ll move in.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. It wasn’t like you had much of a choice. All you could do was watch as the man in the trenchcoat approached Nishimura, who stood up immediately, looking like a deer caught in headlights. The man sat down next to him, gesturing subtly toward the suitcase. Nishimura hesitated before nodding and sliding the luggage closer to the man.

He leaned in, his lips moving as he whispered something to Nishimura. You wished you could hear what they were saying. Your hands clenched into fists at your sides, tension coiling in your chest. You watched Nishimura slip the man the piece of paper the suited man gave him. This was it. The moment of truth.

Jungwon’s voice came through again, more serious now. “They’re making the handoff. Stay sharp. When the trench coat takes the suitcase, we move in. I’ll need you to help direct the crowd away from the gate. We can’t risk a panic.”

You nodded subtly, your muscles tensing as you prepared for what was about to happen. The man finally reached down, his hand brushing against the handle of the suitcase. Time seemed to slow as he lifted it, his expression calm and unbothered.

“Now!” Jungwon’s voice barked in your ear.

Before you could fully process what was happening, Jungwon appeared out of an "Authorized Personnel Only” door, moving with the precision and speed of a predator. You expected this to go as planned: the man arrested, the suitcase secured, passengers safe. But life, as you well knew, didn’t always go as planned.

The trenchcoat man, faster and more perceptive than you anticipated, spotted Jungwon as he closed in. His eyes narrowed as his gaze swept the terminal—and then locked onto you. Time seemed to freeze as he looked at you curiously, the faintest curl of a smirk forming on his lips.

“He’s spotted me,” you hissed into the comms, your heart thundering.

Before Jungwon could reach him, he grabbed the suitcase, shoved Nishimura aside, and bolted toward the exit. Passengers screamed and scattered as the man shoved his way through the crowd, the suitcase clutched tightly in his hand.

“Shit!” Jungwon growled into your earpiece. “Y/N, stay back! We can’t risk him detonating it here.”

But you weren’t about to let the mastermind vanish into thin air. Not with the suitcase. Not with the bomb.

“I can stop him!” you shot back, already moving. Your instincts overrode Jungwon’s command as you tore after the fleeing man, weaving through panicked travelers.

“Y/N, stop! I’m serious—let him go! I’ll catch him!” Jungwon’s voice cracked with frustration, but you ignored it, your focus locked on the man ahead of you.

He was fast, but fear fueled your adrenaline, and you gained on him as he burst through a side door marked “Authorized Personnel Only." You followed without hesitation, emerging into a service hallway dimly lit by flickering fluorescent lights. The cold, industrial smell hit your nose as the sound of his footsteps echoed sharply against the walls.

“Damn it, Y/N!” Jungwon growled into your earpiece. “He’s armed, and you’re unarmed! Wait for backup!”

“I’m not letting him get away,” you shot back, pushing yourself harder. Every instinct screamed at you to stop him, to end this here before the situation spiraled further out of control.

You chased him down a narrow corridor that opened into a large, bustling luggage distribution area—a maze of conveyor belts and sorting systems moving suitcases toward their respective flights. The constant whir of machinery mixed with the distant chatter of workers in reflective vests, creating a cacophony of noise.

The mastermind didn’t hesitate. He vaulted over a conveyor belt, landing with a thud on the other side, the suitcase clutched tightly in his hand. You didn’t break stride, leaping onto the conveyor belt and running along it to keep up. Thank goodness you did high school track.

“He’s heading into the service tunnels,” you reported breathlessly, shoving through a side door marked "Authorized Personnel Only." The dim fluorescent lights flickered as you ran down the narrow hallway, catching a glimpse of his trench coat as he rounded a corner.

“You don’t know what you’re doing!” Jungwon growled in your ear. “You’re not an agent. If you push him, he’ll press the button. Stand down, Y/N!”

“You made this gamble, so trust me!” you shot back, determination coursing through you. Your boots pounded against the linoleum as you followed him into the luggage distribution area—a sprawling maze of conveyor belts and baggage carts.

The clatter of machinery was deafening, the air filled with the whir of belts and the rumble of luggage being sorted. Workers froze in confusion as the man vaulted over a conveyor belt, suitcase clutched tightly in his hand. Without hesitation, you climbed onto the belt, running along it to keep pace.

He glanced back, his wild eyes locking onto yours. When he saw you gaining on him, his lips twisted into a cruel smile. He jumped down from the belt and spun to face you, pulling something from his coat. Your stomach dropped as he revealed a small device—the detonator.

“Stop right there!” he shouted, his voice cutting through the noise. His thumb hovered over the button, his hand steady. “One more step, and we all die.”

You skidded to a halt, your hands instinctively raising. Every muscle in your body screamed to act, but the detonator left no room for error.

“Drop the suitcase,” you ordered, keeping your voice calm. “You don’t have to do this.”

The man’s laugh was cold and bitter. “Oh, I think I do. This isn’t just a bomb—it’s justice.”

Your gaze flickered to the suitcase, your heart pounding. The deadly nerve agent would get in the vents and spread the toxin across the airport if you let him detonate it. The death toll wouldn’t just be in the hundreds—it would be catastrophic.

“You think killing innocent people is justice?” you demanded. “You’ll slaughter thousands of people who have nothing to do with your ‘cause.’”

“Innocent?” he sneered, his voice filled with venom. “There’s nothing innocent about propping up a system that rewards greed and stomps on the poor. You know who’s on that plane? The golden child of Samsung himself. The heir to Korea’s wealthiest dynasty. When he dies, the entire country will feel it. His death will send a message that no amount of money can ignore.”

Your breath hitched. You’d read about the CEO’s son earlier, how he was traveling to Seoul on that plane. He was young, charismatic, projected to inherit the company and continue its dominance over South Korea’s economy. His death would undoubtedly send shockwaves through the nation—but at what cost?

“And you think this is the answer?” you shot back, anger lacing your voice. “Killing hundreds of innocent passengers just to take out one man? That’s not justice—that’s cowardice.”

“Cowardice?” he spat, his eyes blazing. “What do you know about the lives people like me live? Scraping by, drowning in debt, while they sip champagne in their sky-high towers? Korea will never be free of its wealth disparity unless someone forces change. And we’re that someone.”

“Y/N,” Jungwon’s voice came through your earpiece, tight with urgency. “Keep him talking. We’ve jammed the detonator signal, but I need more time to get there.”

You swallowed hard, taking a step closer. “And what happens when this ‘change’ you’re forcing costs thousands of lives? No one will listen to your message—they’ll just see you as a terrorist.”

“Let them,” he said with a chilling smirk. “They’ll remember my name, and our cause will have its audience.”

His thumb pressed down on the detonator. For a split second, your heart stopped—but the bomb didn’t detonate. The device let out a sharp beep, its signal blocked. His eyes widened in confusion as he pressed it again, then again. Nothing.

“Performance anxiety,” Jungwon’s voice echoed. “It happens all the time. Take him down.”

But instead of panicking, the man began to laugh—a low, sinister sound that sent a chill down your spine. He dropped the detonator to the floor and slowly crouched to open the suitcase.

From the suitcase, he pulled out a folded piece of paper—the same one Nishimura had handed him earlier. He held it up, waving it in the air like a trophy. “You thought this was over?” he taunted. “This is the manual override. A simple code, and the bomb goes live. No signal needed.”

“Put the paper down,” you ordered, your voice shaking with barely contained fear.

Jungwon appeared in your peripheral, gun pointed at the bomber. The man smirked, tucking the paper into his coat as he held the suitcase in front of him like a shield. “Go ahead,” he said, his tone mocking. “Shoot me. Let’s see how good your aim is. One bullet in the wrong place, and this thing goes off right here. Do you want to kill 200,000 people or just 250? Your call, TSA.”

“Y/N, don’t,” Jungwon warned, his voice sharp. “He’s baiting you.”

Your hands clenched into fists at your sides as the man continued, his voice dripping with malice. “The clock’s ticking, sweetheart. Let me go, and only one plane goes down. Stop me, and everyone here dies. Are you really ready to play God?”

Your mind raced, your pulse thundering in your ears. You couldn’t let him leave, but you couldn’t risk setting off the bomb, either. The nerve agent wouldn’t just kill those in the immediate area—it would spread like wildfire, a silent killer that spared no one.

“Y/N,” Jungwon’s voice broke through your panic. “Backup is in position. Keep distracting him so they can take the shot.”

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to stay calm. “You talk a lot about justice,” you said, keeping your voice steady. “But all I see is a man willing to bring suffering to innocent people all because he was dealt a bad hand in life. Get in fucking line. You think killing people will solve anything? You’re not a hero. You’re a coward.”

His smirk faltered for a fraction of a second, and that was all they needed. A single, deafening gunshot rang out, and the man crumpled to the ground, the suitcase slipping from his grasp. Jungwon stood by you moments later, flanked by agents who quickly secured the suitcase and retrieved the override code.

You exhaled shakily, your legs threatening to give out beneath you as the adrenaline drained from your body. Jungwon clapped a hand on your shoulder, his expression a mix of relief and admiration.

“You did good, Y/N,” he said softly. “Better than good.”

The bomber was dragged away in cuffs, still spewing his venomous ideology as the agents hauled him out of the luggage distribution area. The suitcase was carefully handled by the bomb squad, its contents secured in a reinforced containment unit. You watched as they loaded it into a waiting hazmat vehicle, the reality of what you’d just prevented finally sinking in.

Jungwon stood beside you, his hands on his hips, as he let out a long exhale. “Well,” he said, his tone light but tinged with exhaustion, “I’d say that’s one way to spend New Year’s Eve.”

You let out a breathy laugh, the tension in your chest easing for the first time all day. “Not exactly how I planned to ring in the new year.”

He glanced at you with a sly grin. “You mean this wasn’t on your Pinterest board? Saving 200,000 lives and wrestling a suitcase full of nerve agent from a madman?”

“Must’ve slipped my mind,” you deadpanned, though the corners of your lips twitched upward.

Jungwon chuckled, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. “You know,” he said, tilting his head toward you, “you’d make a damn good FBI agent. You’ve got the instincts, the guts, the whole package. You sure you don’t want to reconsider applying again?”

You raised an eyebrow at him, crossing your arms. “You still planning to write me that stellar recommendation you promised?”

He smirked, his gaze dropping to the ground briefly before returning to you. “Guess I’ll have to now, huh? Not sure my conscience could handle letting someone like you go to waste at the TSA.”

A comfortable silence settled between you, the weight of what you’d just accomplished hanging in the air. The distant hum of the hazmat vehicle and the fading chatter of agents were the only sounds, but neither of you moved. For a moment, you both stood there, reflecting on how close the crisis had come to unfolding—and how thankful you were that it hadn’t.

Jungwon broke the silence first, his voice quieter now. “You know… I don’t really do New Year’s resolutions. But after today, I’m thinking I might try something new.”

You glanced at him, curious. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

He turned to you fully, his expression soft but tinged with that playful glint you were beginning to recognize. “Like asking someone out who just prevented the death of thousands. Someone who, I don’t know, might be free tonight.”

You blinked at him, caught off guard by the shift in tone. “Are you seriously asking me out right now?”

He grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Hey, after the day we just had, I figure the least I can do is offer to be your after-work plans. You know, in case you don’t have any.”

You fixed him with a pointed look, letting the silence stretch just long enough for him to fidget uncomfortably. “After everything you put me through today?” you finally said, your voice deadpan.

Jungwon’s confidence wavered, and for a split second, he looked genuinely unsure of himself. But before he could start rambling, you let a small smile break through.

“Fine,” you said, rolling your eyes playfully. “You can be my after-work plans.”

His grin widened instantly, a mix of relief and triumph lighting up his face. “See? I knew you couldn’t resist my charm.”

“Don’t push it,” you warned, though your smile softened the words.

As the hazmat vehicle pulled away, Jungwon leaned in slightly, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “You know, we stopped a pretty big bang from happening today,” he said with a teasing glint in his eye. “Maybe tonight we can see a different kind of bang in the sky. Fireworks, of course.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “If that’s your idea of flirting, you really need to work on your technique.”

Jungwon laughed, the sound warm and genuine as he fell into step beside you. “Fair enough. I’ll try to impress you with my conversational skills over dinner.”

“Dinner, huh?” you said, arching a brow as the two of you walked toward the terminal exit. “You sure you can handle that much pressure?”

“After today?” He glanced at you with a grin. “I think I can handle anything.”

And as you stepped out into the crisp evening air, you couldn’t help but think that maybe—just maybe—this new year was off to a better start than you ever could’ve imagined and your dream was just within your reach.

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just a quick announcement! the next chapter will probably be the last chapter of the series! sorry if the ending feels abrupt. i forget that people aren't imagining the in-between-chapters moments that i am...

୨♡୧ choose you: ganz unten

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oh?? chalant!myungjae won hehe... sorry, just saw the results. i'll get working, chiefs!

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what does this meeeeaan? ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡

is this a good thing? bad? PLS I HAVE ANXIETY

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੭ˊᵕˋ੭ a/n: a small little update because i need to work on my other wips. but development, dare i say?

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if you say that one more freaking time, i'm going to kiss you. deadass. all facts, no printer.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ LOSER IN A HOT MAN'S BODY

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(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ part two is up!

loser!heeseung was never the first one to get chosen for anything. well, he did get chosen first for musicals and solos! he had a beautiful voice and there was no denying that. but, for anything else? nope. it wasn't until you transferred over to his high school that he got picked willingly (and not because you guys were the only two left). you approached him in gym class after your teacher said to partner up for conditioning. "hey! i'm y/n. do you think we could be partners today?"

heeseung just blinked at you and then turned to see if someone was behind him. when he verified you were talking to him, he turned back to see you with a bemused look, a slight crease forming right between your brows. "you are talking to me, right?" he asked nervously.

a wry smile formed on your lips as you nodded. "there’s no one else around."

heeseung couldn't believe it. someone who wasn't a part of the theatre department was talking to him! so, he agreed with only a moment's hesitation. by the time sit-ups came around, heeseung knew about your basic interests and one secret: you were big on anime. you explained to him, during his sad attempts at pushups, that you loved anime but remained closeted because the boys at your last school made it weird. heeseung was careful not to let his excitement show; he didn't wanna scare you off before he really got to know you. eventually, after all the hellish exercises your teacher put you through, heeseung shyly asked you why you wanted to be partners.

"you looked like the type that doesn't judge people for struggling," you replied after drinking your water. you wiped the droplets of water that trickled down your neck and then offered heeseung some. "i don't have cooties. promise."

he gave you a faint, unsure smile, his hand reaching out slowly, half expecting you to pull it back and say psych! but you didn’t. you just patiently waited for him to take it. honestly, he just looked like a spooked deer to you, and you couldn’t help but find it endearing. after class was over and it was time for lunch, heeseung deflated. it was nice talking to you while it lasted.

“heeseung! wait up!”

he turned to you with round eyes, watching you rush over, a backpack draped over your right shoulder. you were freshly showered, water still dripping off the ends of your hair. you looked... happy? you slowed to a stop right in front of him.

“do you mind if we eat together?”

you wanted to eat with him? a cool girl like you wants to eat with a certified loser like him?

“it’s okay if you already have plans! i think i can find somewhere else to sit.”

no! you jumped a little. heeseung retracted into himself, rubbing the back of his neck. he’s never had someone ask to eat with him. he just sort of sat with his theatre classmates—not even friends. they all thought he was weird. you gave him a puzzled look.

“are you sure? you don’t have to pity me just because i’m new,” you pouted. gosh, was it just him or did everyone find you adorable?

“i’m sure. i was just hesitant since i’m not known for being, you know, popular.”

rolling your eyes, you clapped a hand on his shoulder. “as if that actually matters.” you tugged him along, linking your arm with his. thank goodness you were busy looking for the cafeteria because heeseung was struggling to keep the blush off of his face. as much as heeseung didn’t want to get his hopes up, he hoped that you guys would become real friends.

loser!heeseung loved his hobbies. he could talk about them for hours; they were his passion. he loved playing maple story, league of legends, team fight tactics, going to the renaissance fair, studying the metrics of trot (this one was a little too niche to really talk about though). none of these passions were greater than his passion for you. this man was dedicated to learning everything there was to know about you now that you were friends. you teased him about how stalkerish he sounded. almost immediately, he apologized.

the way his shoulders shrunk and eyes drooped down, you were definitely the asshole. when he stopped talking, you panicked. so, you didn’t think. you kissed his cheek. you blinked. he blinked. you blinked at each other. you know that ouran high school host club scene where tamaki realized haruhi is a girl and she complimented him? you’d bet your whole house that’s how red you were because you could feel the heat radiating off your face.

heeseung’s mind was still white noise. any sounds that were supposed to reach his ears were muffled, like he was underwater. was he underwater? was he dragged down into the depths of the styx river only to be lost forever? was he dreaming to cope with the harsh reality of his death? was he—

“heeseung?” you meekly called. “i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have done that without your consent. that was—”

he must’ve called upon achilles’s guidance and invincibility because he didn’t know where he got this courage otherwise. what courage you may ask? well, the courage that planted heeseung’s lips on yours.

your lips were so soft. they tasted like strawberries. he wondered if strawberries were your favorite fruit. he could kiss you forever. oh crap, he was kissing you.

anxiety crept up his spine, invading his every nerve; it was telling him he had to pull away or else you’d leave him forever. except, when he started moving away, he noticed you followed, reluctant to end the kiss. your eyes were closed too. he could’ve sworn they were open from shock.

heeseung could feel his back creaking in protest at the odd angle; he would’ve fallen over if it weren’t for you clutching the front of his shirt. huh? oh! maybe, you liked the kiss! you liked the kiss, like he did! oh, but now he couldn’t breathe. what should he do? he didn’t want the kiss to end.

he pressed back, holding out until the last possible moment. but you pulled away first, gasping for air. a blush dusted your cheeks and heeseung could guess that he was red too—probably not as pretty of a shade as yours though.

“s-sorry,” he stammered as you caught your breath. “i don’t know why i—”

you shut him up with another kiss (but this one was too short for heeseung’s newfound thirst for kissing you). when you pulled away, his big eyes tugged at your heart. they looked so sad that you moved away. it made you giggle—this whole situation. for someone that was trying to learn everything about you, he sure did miss your huge crush on him.

loser!heeseung didn’t know how he got so fortunate. was he a luck domain cleric in real life? he felt like he was rolling nat 20s continuously. he managed to ask you out (though, he was stuttering the whole time and nearly tripped on top of you—it was a whole affair that he’d rather forget) and be dating you 3 years later? he was one lucky man. and, some might say even luckier as time went on.

you got more confident once you guys got to college and, thus, you got hotter. you found your sense of self and your fashion reflected it. heeseung wasn’t doing so bad either. he found people that he got along with and could proudly (read: shyly) call friends. he found beomgyu in the league discord server that the university had and jeongin in d&d club! he’d meet up with them every once in awhile whenever they all felt like they needed to touch grass. of course, his friends knew you came first. you were heeseung’s everything. what they couldn’t wrap around their heads was how heeseung was your everything.

“you’ve been dating for 3 years!? no way, man.” “are you secretly rich? the son of some big conglomerate?” “all offense, she’s hot and you’re… not.”

heeseung didn’t let that bother him. his friends were idiots that had never felt the touch of a woman. plus, you trained him better (you told him to stop talking about himself like he was your pet, but he refused). you loved him so much without any strings attached. you were patient with him and listened to him ramble about how league kept nerfing his favorite character with every update. you never tried to change him and you told him it’s because you fell in love with him for how he was. but, there came a day when he wished you did. he happened to overhear a conversation between you and your friends.

“girl, there’s no way you’ve been with heeseung for 3 years and he hasn’t picked up a single thing about fashion from you.” “the face cards are mismatched, ma. you’re up here and he’s not even on this plane.” “don’t you ever get embarrassed whenever you guys go out? i mean, he dresses like he’s stuck in his mom’s basement.” “i hope he compensates in other ways because he’s not doing it where i can see.” “how are you okay with someone that much skinnier than you? doesn’t your body dysmorphia get triggered?”

you stopped talking to those girls after that. however, it didn’t stop heeseung from getting hurt by it. it was true, in heeseung’s eyes. you deserved much better than what he was giving you. how is it that you loved him even though he looked the exact same as he did 3 years ago? there were so many hot guys around and you never so much as turned your head to glance. there was nothing to support his insecurity about being hot enough or being enough in general. nonetheless, that horrid conversation sparked something in heeseung.

“baby, i’m heading to the gym. i’ll be back later to cook us dinner, okay?” if your brows raised any further, they’d merge into your hairline. “the gym?” heeseung nodded firmly. “gotta start working out to combat all the ramen i eat.”

“hee, you haven’t gained weight since we started dating, despite you eating my leftovers and your food. you don’t need to combat anything,” you laughed. when you saw heeseung was still tying the laces on his shoes, you let it go, thinking nothing of it. you kissed him and reminded him to stay hydrated.

thus began heeseung’s gym journey. it was difficult. muscle barely stuck even though he was eating well over 3000 calories. but, he could see his body getting toned, more cut, so he was happy. maybe people would stop looking at the two of you like you were wrong.

his wishful thinking remained at that. despite getting noticeably more fit, people still talked. they talked about his fashion, his haircut, and his hygiene (he thought this one was unfair considering he always did skincare with you and loved doing your nightly routines).

so, on the day you told him you were going thrifting, he asked to tag along. you were taken aback. heeseung never came with you; he didn’t see the point when he had perfectly good clothes at home. but you let him come along. you thought he’d just peruse with you or be there to make sure you paid with the card he gave you (he made a lot of money from his internship and begged you to use it for anything you wanted), but he didn’t. he asked a lot of questions.

“do you think this would look good on me?” “do these go together?” “are these good quality?”

you were excited. going thrifting was one of your favorite hobbies and to see heeseung taking such an interest in it was thrilling. you gave your opinions, always with a disclaimer that fashion is up to preference. he nodded along, processing your words. by the end of your thrifting trip, heeseung went home with a bundle of clothes to wear. the next day, he’d wake up earlier than normal to try and piece his new clothes together. he knew he wasn’t good at it. his friends let him know without reservations. hell, your friends let him know with their skeptical looks. it wasn’t until he talked to sunghoon in the gym that he got some actual constructive criticism.

“you’re taking an interest in fashion?”

“nothing crazy,” heeseung muttered, kicking the dust on the floor. “i just hate the comments y/n gets whenever her friends think i’m not listening.”

sunghoon looked at his gym buddy in pity. “look, man. if everything you’ve told me about your relationship is true, i don’t think y/n cares what you wear. she hasn’t in 3 years. what makes you think it’ll change all of a sudden?”

nothing. he didn’t doubt you. he just got sick at the thought of you having to listen to all those criticisms. so, sunghoon helped him. he showed him his pinterest moodboard and made heeseung swear to never tell anyone that’s how he chooses what to wear. after that informative session, heeseung got to work. he used your instagram feed as a reference, wanting to match your aesthetic, and created a moodboard inspired by it. using his pinterest board, he went thrifting by himself. he recalled the countless videos he watched while sorting through the clothes. cotton, not polyester. depending on the stain, you can get it out. tailoring is always an option when you find something that is a little too big!

he was very serious about his transformation. he even digitally scrapbooked the pictures of him in different clothes so he could be like cher in clueless. since then, his fashion started improving. your morning routines together changed ever so slightly with you telling him to spin for you. his heart warmed with every compliment you gave him.

“who is this diva?” “i feel very underdressed. i’m changing.” “are you getting dressed by law roach?” “you’ve been taking dress to impress a little seriously these days.”

heeseung’s confidence soared. now, he wasn’t ashamed to go out with you. your friends weren’t ashamed to be seen with him either. they even went as far as to compliment him! score! he’d gotten brownie points with your friends.

“finally, he’s dressing like a boyfriend fit to be with you, y/n.”

oh, that made you pull the brakes real fast. it completely escaped your mind how much your friends dissed your boyfriend (because you brushed them off as stupid comments). come to think of it, heeseung always did manage to miss the moments where they talked about him, but only by a minute or two. what if… what if he did hear those comments?

curious and worried, you asked him during your nightly routines. “hee, did… did you start dressing up for any particular reason?”

uh oh. heeseung hated lying to you; it physically pained him. so, he confessed. “i heard what your friends think of me and i didn’t want you to have to keep hearing them say things like that.”

“oh, baby, i’m so sorry you heard that,” you cooed. “i didn’t tell you because not even an atom of me agrees with them. i love you as you are, uni tees, basketball shorts and all.”

heeseung put down the moisturizer and looked down. “i know… i just wanted people to stop thinking we’re wrong for each other.”

you frowned and pulled him into a hug. “well, we know we’re perfect for each other. i’ve known it from the moment you started talking about the metrics of trot. i remember just nodding along and thinking how beautiful you were.”

heeseung blushed at your words. you always knew how to make him feel better.

“you don’t have to dress up for anyone but yourself, okay?”

he shook his head with a small smile. “i like matching with you. it’s fun.”

“well, i guess we really gotta dress to impress then,” you grinned, kissing his cheek.

with that, heeseung was reassured. no more pressure. he could just dress however he wanted (which was however you were dressing). but, his glow up didn’t stop there. no, he thought about a haircut. he wanted something that would shut your friends up forever. so, after scrolling forever on tiktok, he found that he liked a mullet with some face-framing pieces. he went and got it done at sunghoon’s trusted barbershop and came out a new man. he immediately sent you a picture, to which you responded, “don’t go anywhere. no errands. no grabbing food. come home. now.”

safe to say, you loved his new haircut. he loved his new haircut. he loved it even more when his friends and your friends couldn’t manage words. good. stay that way.

loser!heeseung was still a loser but, at least, he was in a hot man’s body with his very very attractive girlfriend. he still played league. he still larped. he still took the renaissance fair very seriously. he still loved you more than anything in the world. he was still your loser.

disclaimer: this, in no way, reflects the idol. this is purely fiction. ✧ comments and reblogs are appreciated! ✧ give my other works a read too!

[fgumi]

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