#*hwang in yeop

[burningembers91]

Losing You - Hwang In-Ho x Fem!Reader

Follow up piece to:

The Girl Next Door Kimchi Stew The Beginning of Something Beautiful

Synopsis: Plagued by nightmares of losing you, Hwang In-Ho struggles with his fears. When your life is put in danger, he doesn't hesitate to protect you. But actions have consequences, and when a figure from his past emerges, In-Ho is forced to face his past once again.

A/N: Based on this ask. Also, I'm aware that this fic displays wholly inaccurate police procedures, but for the purposes of the storyline, suspend your disbelief :)

Hwang In-Ho could tell his was dreaming. He knew that what was happening before him wasn’t real, but he couldn’t seem to tear himself from the nightmarish grip of sleep. It was a pattern that had repeated itself for the last few months, horrific nightmares about losing you that left him shaking in sweat-soaked sheets. In his dreams, he’d seen you die a hundred times, in a hundred different ways, and In-Ho was always powerless to stop it.

Tonight, his nightmare took place in a hospital, your lifeless figure lying in a hospital bed as he was dragged down the hall kicking and screaming by doctors and nurses. He’d had so many of these dreams by now that his mind knew it was playing tricks on itself, but it didn’t make it any less terrifying. Willing himself to wake up, to just open in his eyes and end the nightmare, he somehow managed to claw his way back to reality.

You were leaning over him in bed, stroking his face, saying his name gently as you tried to rouse him from his sleep. It took In-Ho a few seconds to realise where he was, safe in your bed with you, like he was every night. The last few months had been nothing short of blissful, your relationship going from strength to strength. He barely went back to his apartment anymore, choosing to spend his days and nights with you. you were looking for a place that you could move to together, somewhere the two of you could put your own stamp on. He was happy, happier than he had been in years, but in the back of his mind he was always terrified that history would repeat itself. His wife had been so cruelly snatched from him, so who was to say that wouldn’t happen to you too?

“I’m right here,” you soothed, brushing his sweat-soaked hair from his face, pulling In-Ho close into your body as you felt him shake against you. you didn’t know how to help, didn’t know how to reassure him that you weren’t going anywhere. He’d been speaking to a therapist, but the sessions didn’t stop the nightmares. “It was so real,” he whispered, clinging to you as you cradled him. “I know,” you murmured, “but I’m still here. It was just a dream. Just a bad dream.�� You held each other in the quiet darkness of your apartment, your hands entwined as you waited for sleep to return.

The daylight brought with it a new perspective, as it always did. During the day he could keep busy, could keep his mind focused on something else. It was at night when he closed his eyes, and his subconscious was free to roam that caused problems. He felt embarrassed for having nightmares, it felt so childish to him. “I made breakfast,” he smiled to you as you exited the shower. A plate of pancakes was piled high on the kitchen counter, complete with a coffee in your favourite mug. You sat down to eat, neither of you bringing up the events of last night. It was now a weekly occurrence, and you’d been round and round in circles before about his nightmares, but nothing seemed to help. You found the best way to deal with it was to use the daylight to show In-Ho that you weren’t going anywhere.

“Why don’t we go for dinner this evening?” you asked, polishing off your pancakes before downing the last of your coffee. “I can book us a table at that Italian place we like?” “That sounds perfect,” he smiled, leaning in to kiss you as he took your plate to the sink. Life with you was so close to perfect. You’d given In-Ho a purpose again, you made him laugh, made him feel on top of the world. You just got each other in a way no one had before, and he found himself falling in love with you more every day. If only he could stop these nightmares, life would really be like a perfect dream.

He made sure to stay busy at work, focusing on the tasks at hand and the dinner tonight. He’d called his therapist at lunch to schedule an extra session, determined to rid himself of the horrible visions. He was having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that life was unpredictable, that he as hard as he tried, he couldn’t maintain complete control. He decided to focus on the little things that made him happy, to lose himself in the joys of the everyday rather than worrying about things that might not ever happen. He was looking forward to dinner tonight, to seeing you in the black velvet dress that hugged every curve. He was looking forward to having a glass of wine with you, to wondering back home through the park you both loved so much.

By the time he headed home, In-Ho was feeling a lot more positive. You were already getting ready, music playing as you uncorked a bottle of wine. You had the dress on, the one that made his heart skip a beat. “You look stunning,” he whispered, coming up behind you and winding his hands round your waist. You were wearing the perfume he’d bought you on a recent weekend away, the smell of honey and amber winding its way deliciously around his senses. He couldn’t resist, could never get enough of you. his lips trailed up your neck and along your jaw, rewarding him with the sweetest moans that fell from your lips. He made love you to on the kitchen counter, your dress pulled up round your waist, the bottle of wine long forgotten.

You were almost late for your reservation, unable to tear yourselves away from each other. Neither of you could stop smiling, your fingers entwined as you waited for your meals to arrive. You never tired of each other’s company, never ran out of things to talk about. In-Ho had forgotten all about the nightmares that plagued him, so lost in the moment with you. You walked back through the park, stopping to look up at the stars that shone in the clear night sky. You had new shoes on, ones that you hadn’t properly worn in yet, and they were starting to rub on the back of your heels. “Does it hurt?” In-Ho asked, watching as you examined the blisters that had started to form. “A bit,” you admitted. “But we aren’t far from home now. I’ll be ok.” But as you pushed the shoes back on, he saw the grimace you pulled. “You can’t walk back like that,” he sighed, “you’ll damage your feet. Stay here; I’ll run to the convenience store and get some band aids.”

The store was less than a minutes’ walk from the park, and In-Ho grabbed band aids and a bar of chocolate for you. He was finding it hard to stop smiling, his jaw aching as he wondered how he’d managed to get so lucky. He was on his way back when he heard the scream, the shrill, blood-chilling sound piercing the air around him. He knew instantly that it was you, and his heart dropped. His nightmares were becoming a reality. Every awful scenario he’d dreamt of raced through his head as he sprinted back to the park. He shouldn’t have left you on your own you; he should have piggy-backed you home and then gone for band-aids. If something had happened to you, he would never forgive himself.

He saw you struggling with a figure, the strap of your purse in your hand while the stranger had hold of the other end. You screamed again as you kicked out, trying to loosen the mugger’s grip. In-Ho was on in him a second, tackling your assailant to ground as he rained punches down on every available part of his body. He’d never been a violent man, had never had any cause to be. But in that moment, every ounce of sense vacated his body, leaving only the crippling fears that haunted his dreams at night. This man could have hurt you, could have taken you away from him. he couldn’t let that happen; he couldn’t even begin to fathom a world without you in it. he was vaguely aware of you shouting his name, telling him to stop. But he couldn’t, it was like he wasn’t in control of his body anymore. In the end, it took three people to drag In-Ho off the man who had tried to mug you, the man who was left cowering on the floor, begging for him to stop. The police turned up shortly afterwards, carting In-Ho away as he heard your protestations. “He was saving me!” you cried, “I was being mugged!” He couldn’t see you as the car drove away, but he could hear you calling after him.

The interview room at the police station was cold and dark, the single lightbulb in the room flashing intermittently. In-Ho’s knuckles were bloodied and bruised, but he barely felt the pain. He heard the door open, heard footsteps approach him. He didn’t look up as the detective sat in front of him, his mind only focused on you. “Three years it’s taken me to find you,” said a voice all too familiar to In-Ho. “Three years, and I finally come face to face with you after you beat a man unconscious.” Looking up, he came face to face with his brother, the man who had begged In-Ho to stay after the death of his wife. His brother, who had cried with him at his wife’s funeral, who had stayed by his side for the first few weeks after her death, who had searched tirelessly for a man who didn’t want to be found.

In-Ho didn’t know how to reply. He’d thought about his brother often, wondering what he was doing. The last time he’d seen him, Hwang Jun-Ho had been a rookie cop, and now he was confidently holding a detective’s badge. He’d grown up a lot since he’d last seen him, now possessing an air of confidence and authority. “My-“ In-Ho was desperate to know how you were, to know if you were hurt, but Jun-Ho cut him off. “Your girlfriend’s fine,” he snapped. “She’s in the waiting area with a coffee. The man you beat up though, he’s in the hospital with 26 stitches in his face.” Jun-Ho shook his head, unable to believe his brother was sat in front of him. “I didn’t know whether you were dead or alive,” he hissed, “I half expected to get a call saying your body had washed up on the banks of the River Han. Where have you been?” In-Ho chewed the inside of his lip, looking down at the handcuffs locked tightly around his wrists. “I want to help you, In-Ho,” his brother said. “But I need you to tell me what’s going on.” And so In-Ho told Jun-Ho about his life, about how he’d all but given up, how he’d spent three years watching the world from his apartment window. He told him how you’d turned up at his door, and his life had finally started looking up. ��You’d really like her,” he smiled, “she’s one of a kind.” “She’s feisty,” Jun-Ho agreed, “almost bit my head off when I went to go and speak to her. She’s worried about you.” He admitted to Jun-Ho he’d been having nightmares, how his reaction to the man attacking you was related to the deep-rooted fear he had of losing you. He wasn’t sure how long he was sat in that interview room for, going over every inch of his life with his estranged brother. He had so many questions he wanted to ask Jun-Ho, but his number one focus was getting back to you.

He was finally released, Jun-Ho somehow pulling strings allowing him to go home. You threw yourself into his arms when you saw him, your red rimmed eyes brimming with tears. “Let’s go home,” In-Ho told you, knowing this ordeal was far from over. His actions, no matter you viewed it had been wrong. A man had been injured because of him, and he knew he’d have to face the consequences. Jun-Ho had promised to help, but on the condition that In-Ho allowed him back into his life. He lay awake that night, sleep evading him as he wondered what the future would hold. He’d been so worried about losing you that he didn’t stop to wonder about the possibility of you losing him. He could face jail time over what he’d done, despite the fact he was protecting you. He hoped his brother could help, hoped the courts would see his side of things. He held you tightly as you lay next to him, your body draped over his. He wondered if Jun-Ho would keep his word. In-Ho had abandoned him and their mother, shutting them out when all they’d done was try to help him.

He had a lot of making up to do, a lot of bridges that he needed to rebuild. In-Ho hoped he’d have a chance to do that, hoped he’d be able to rebuild the relationships he’d destroyed when he left. He only hoped he’d be given the chance to set things right.  

[capalluisce]

Why talk like you want me dead when you just saved me?

Family By Choice 조립식 가족 (2024)

[mykoreanlove]

Taste 💋

“I’m giving this to you. Keep it.” Seo-Jun handed you the lilac music box with a bright smile.

“What? No, I can’t take that!” you protested, surprised. It was only your second date, and he was already offering one of his most treasured possessions.

“Y/N, I want you to have it. Please,” he said softly, his tone earnest.

You hesitated, but then took the delicate box from his large hands, studying its intricate details. A warm, unfamiliar sensation washed over you, filling you with a comforting sense of something long missed.

“Thank you,” you murmured, your voice barely audible.

Seo-Jun’s deep, soft laugh echoed through the room. “You’re welcome.”

Suddenly, you stood up and made your way over to him. He had been so careful, so respectful, keeping his distance—ironic, considering how your first meeting ended tangled in your linen sheets.

He looked up at you, confusion in his golden eyes, as you cupped his face gently in your hands.

“I want to thank you properly,” you whispered before pressing your lips to his.

The kiss felt like heaven, something you could lose yourself in forever. You felt his smile against your lips as you pulled away, teasing him.

“What’s that smile for?”

“It’s the taste of your lips,” he replied, mesmerized.

“My lips?”

“Yeah, they’re sweet and so soft. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about them since we last parted.”

Heat began to rise within you, the desire intensifying.

„Then let me give you another taste.“

[factorygirlsstuff]

Family By Choice (2024)

[loriaexs]

⪩࣪⪨ ⌑ ̆ 정말 사랑해요, 아 이런. . ♡ ⊹

[outmealcookie]

absolutely adore them! 💗

[dramashii]

He looks at her with so much softness.

FAMILY BY CHOICE (2024) | Ep 5

[krystaljungs]

FAMILY BY CHOICE 조립식 가족 episode 05, dir. Kim Seung Ho

[dramaism]

There's this girl I like. But I'm going to move on.

[ofqueensandwitches]

Hilarious how both Hwang Inyoup and Byeon Wooseok still play high schoolers in their thirties.

Meanwhile Kwak Dongyeon and Bae Inhyuk have played grownups well in their thirties since they were only twenty.

[sunlighthroughthe-ashes]

i want to talk about how tenderly and tactfully the subject of trauma has been handled in family by choice. full credit to the original c-drama for the story — but the remake is my first introduction to the show and its premise.

families can be a person's first experience of a wound: that single unanswerable ache from which each of your hurts flow and fountain forward. it's rare for k-dramas to acknowledge this: to acknowledge that the individual to whom you are born may not belong to you. may not give you the grace you require to grow. may not take your small, hot hand; hungry for solace — and instead simply cast it aside. your family can be your first sharp disappointment — your first clear shock at the sheer ugliness of the world. to some, love is freely given — to others it is nothing more than a bone flung from a scant table. you hug the hunger like it's your own bed-pillow — it becomes your only home. the only house you ever live in.

through sanha & haejun's characters; one can see how the talons of trauma can mark you forever. both actors deserve accolades for the raw desperation and confusion in their eyes at the weight they're being asked to carry — especially inyoup. there's a muted, exhausted malaise in his eyes — the gaze of an adult caged within a teenager's body. by contrast, haejun appears younger than his years — a helpless, childlike hurt and betrayal borne by his eyes. both boys carry boulders unfit for such delicate shoulders — because there is a special kind of cruelty in asking a child to bear a burden that was never theirs to begin with. in lining their shoes with the gravel of grief since they were old enough to walk.

what does it to do to a child (in haejun's case) to be told that love is not intrinsic — and that it has to be earned? that it has to be paid back? what does it do to a child (in sanha's case) to be told that you are not enough as your own self — that you will never be forgiven for a flaw that was never yours to start with? what does it mean to taste a parent's neglect on your own tongue — to have it tint every part of your speech for the rest of time?

what does it mean to be a father to such children — as juwon's appa so fiercely upholds? to treat their scars as sacred. to harbor their hurts in his own hands. family by choice is as much about trauma as it is about healing — about the people knitted to you through their knowledge of your wounds; their patience with your past; their trust that your tears are temporary. about the neighbors, friends, and forged bonds that may not be of blood, yet sustain you nonetheless; surround your spirit with warmth. the people who choose you knowing the charred heartbreak in your chest — who love and accept you knowing the latticework of your loneliness: the people who press it all away with a single touch or smile – they are your true faith. they are your true family. they are the only ones who matter.

sanha, haejun, and juwon all have their crosses to bear — but they also have each other. there is always light to temper the dark. there is always sanha's eyes; and the way they soften when he looks at juwon: the jewel-toned reverence with which he reflects on every single thing she does for him. wherever there is trauma there is also and always a tryst with hope — a heart holding on to the idea that there will be more. there will be peace. there will be resolution. there will be sunlight at the end of the black silence.

family by choice reminds me of this quote by poet and novelist ocean vuong: "we were born from beauty. let no one mistake us for the fruit of violence—but that violence, having passed through the fruit, failed to spoil it."

[sonotcools-blog]

Don’t leave yet. Han seojun x reader

It was the middle of the night when yn stirred, feeling a bit parched. The room was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, and everything felt still and quiet, except for the warmth of Seojun's arm draped around her waist. She shifted slightly, trying to carefully wriggle free without waking him.

Her throat was dry, and she just needed a quick drink from the kitchen.

But as soon as she started to move, Seojun stirred, his grip tightening instinctively around her. His arm felt like a gentle but firm anchor, pulling her back against his chest. Half-asleep, his voice came out low and groggy, "Where are you going?"

Yn smiled softly in the darkness, her heart warming at how easily he noticed her absence. "Just to get some water," she whispered, turning slightly to face him.

Seojun didn't loosen his grip. If anything, he pulled her closer, his hand now resting on her stomach, his thumb lightly brushing her skin as if to remind her he was still there. "No," he mumbled, his voice laced with a sleepy pout. "Stay... it's too cold."

Yn chuckled softly, feeling his warmth radiating through her. "I'll be quick," she promised, though she could already feel herself being lulled back into the coziness of his embrace.

Seojun buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath warm against her skin.

"Don't leave," he murmured, his words almost inaudible but filled with such need that Yn couldn't help but smile.

"Okay, okay," she whispered, giving in. She relaxed back into his arms, letting the moment wrap around them like a second blanket. She could get a drink later, but right now, being in Seojun's arms, with the soft rise and fall of his breath, felt far more important.

As she lay there, yn couldn't help but think how lucky she was to have someone who could make her feel so cherished even in the smallest moments. And as Seojun's grip loosened slightly, both of them slipping back into sleep, she knew there was no place she'd rather be.

In this version, Seojun's need for closeness overpowers Yn’s desire to leave the bed for a drink. His protective instincts and love for her would probably keep her from going far, especially when he's half-asleep and just wants her near.

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Guys I’m desperate I can’t find ANY han seojun stories or hwang in-youps ughhhhh this is why I’m doing this

Hhellooo I’m mei I’m just here to write some stories

Don’t take them serious please!

[capalluisce]

I'm gonna start dating now!

Family By Choice 조립식 가족 (2024)

[seodoguk]

Hwang In Yeop as Han Seo Jun in True Beauty (2020)

[factorygirlsstuff]

They are so cute ❤️‍🩹

[asiandramabitch]