#I love Kang So Yeong

[teafiend]

[kindaorangey]

SESBIAN LEX IN THE 33RD ANNUAL SQUID GAMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[teashh]

I am so glad the new kdramas are bringing back the specific brand of loser men. You know which brand I'm talking about. The Ahn "min min" Minhyuk brand of loser men and I'm loving it. The "I worship this goddess and I'm so in love with her and I can't believe I get to love her. Oh my gods I love her so much" brand of loser men. And we're being fed so well with lovely runner, love next door, no gain no love, my demon, Cinderella at 2am, Hierarchy, Midnight Romance in Hagwon, doctor slump, Queen of tears, welcome to samdal-ri and even good partner (yes it's one sided but the dedication and yuri's couple too).

We need more fictional loser men who worship women to satiate our eldest independent daughter desires.

[angelique-of-the-volturi-guard]

Listen I am on my rewatch of The Glory and aside from being madly in love with both the romantic and unhinged nature of Joo Yeo Jeong, The absolute disparity between the good and bad parents in this show is killing me.

Dong-Eun’s mom? Absolute piece of trash with no class.

Yeon-Jin’s mom? Karen who thinks money and power can buy you anything.

Yeo-Jeong’s mom? Absolutely 100% supportive, but not stupid and committed to doing the right thing.

Kang Hyeon-Nam? The baddest bitch alive, willing to do anything to save her daughter even if it means endangering herself.

And then you have the disparity between Jae Jun and Do-Hyeong, who both cared about Ye-Sol. Jae Jun only cared about her when it was convenient for him and wanted her not because he truly loved her but because he wanted to possess her. Meanwhile, you have Do-Hyeong who is constantly looking out for Ye-Sol’s best interests even though he isn’t biologically related to her.

NOT ONLY THAT, but you also have Yeo-Jeong’s Dad, who was murdered by a patient while doing what he thought was right by saving him, unintentionally starting his son on the path to revenge.

And like yeah The Glory’s main focus is revenge but it’s also an exquisite commentary on how we pass down, inherit, come to terms with, and outright prevent generational trauma from our parents. It also shows how we can choose to do better or worse than they did based on the relationships we create or take for granted.

Idk man, as a generational trauma cycle breaker myself and mom of an (adopted adult) daughter that also experienced so much of that, this show gets to me on a parenting level in a way I can’t even begin to describe.

(Also Do-Yeong’s relationship with Ye-Sol makes me cry in the best way 🥹)

[bitchofdarkness]

...why don't you stare any harder, Seok-chan...

[midnight--sadness]

how would ga-yeong react to becoming a big sister? 🥺 she has two younger siblings now! (considering gi-hun apologized and patched up with her. it took a while, but they're doing better than ever). also crazy how she has another step-dad now (inho).

grandma geum-ja already showing up uninvited to their house to make nourishing soups, help out in any way she can, and bond with the babies but it's all good 🥹 young-sik says he isn't ready for marriage or children so this is the closest she gets as for having her own grandbabies. also she brings with her three daughter figures too: hyeon-ju, young-mi, and jun-hee 🥹 they're very excited to see the babies as well. hyeon-ju recently took up knitting so she gives gi-hun the cutest & smallest pairs of socks and hats as gifts!

uncle jun-bae and big bro dae-ho in the room making everyone's day even better with their humor and jokes. like real slapstick comedy sometimes, they're such a sweet and funny duo.

subong a.k.a. thanos is outside the house but they won't let him in. no troublemakers allowed!

i think gayeong would love to be a big sister!

(i had to check the wikia rlly quick to see her age and during the s2 games she is 13 (14 in korean age))

she and gihun would need to have a serious conversation tho. i feel like he'd explain certain things, like how he was desperate for money to pay for his mother's treatment and had to do some things to earn it but he couldn't forgive himself for what he did or saw so he decided to pull away from everyone. they would also need to talk abt gihun's mother bc she obviously loved gayeong and gayeong probably loved her in return.

gayeong would understand in a way, bc she seems like a very mature young girl and she is empathetic like gihun, but she wouldnt immediately trust him again. they'd have to build that up again and the truth is that gihun's relationship with inho does bring some stability into their lives, strangely enough.

but yes! she has a new stepdad and a step uncle and a step grandmother even and she really really likes them, but she really loves her younger siblings 💖 those babies are so precious to her and they helped rebuild her relationship with gihun. also, i can see inho kinda looking at gayeong as the baby he lost with his wife (i have a hc that they were having a girl, which adds another parallel to inho and gihun as foils).

everyone from their team in the games would love the babies so much, i agree with everything u said!🥰 and when junhee's baby is born then its like they have triplets since they are so close in age, and you know that daeho, hyunju and geumja would fist fight to hold the babies but thankfully there is one baby for each of them!

and for some angst - i definitely think gihun thought about sangwoo, saebyeok and ali, of how happy he'd be if they were there with him to meet his babies and his new family 🥲

[junkcrows]

Hmm, If Seok-chan were to die, I fuckin hope Yeong-hu mourns like a man who just lost his beloved wife. I need him to scream. I need him to wail. I need him to cry his eyes out. I need him depressed. I need him to be a madman. I need him to kill everyone!! Also, I want Seok-chan's ghost to haunt him. (I love Yeong-hu pls)

I swear they're precious to me. I just need this trope man. I need it.

If they erase Seok-chan and Yeong-hu's relationship, I am coming for your family writer and director.

[imsailorpluto]

Call It Love (2023), Kang Min-yeong

This one makes me awfully sad. There are lots of things one can label as "wrong" and "immoral". Life isn't all black and white, no matter how hard we try to make it that way. As a woman, I tend to side with other women any chance I get, no matter if it turns out to be a big mistake.

Dong-jin, even if you're played by Kim Young-kwang, I can't let you off the hook, sorry.

Their break up makes me think it was a bit of everyone's fault. Sure, we could just oversimplify it and say they weren't compatible in the first place. We still have no idea what he did, but she cheated anyways, so this is where we should just shut up all together. Well, maybe they were both too young and inexperienced to deal with their parents' burdens. It's best to learn on other people's mistakes, but this time neither of them could escape their own selves.

Dong-jin's mother is one peculiar women nobody would ever want to meet in any kind of circumstance. Her son avoids her best way possible, but she always finds a way back into his life, destroying everything she touches. Min-yeong comes from a disgustingly wealthy family (I mean the woman drives a Maserati, that car scene alone made me weep), it's only natural her life is full of problems as well; her parents never approved of her relationship in the first place. For a girl who seems to be hurried into getting married, is there anything else that's left to expect besides a tragic ending? Dong-jin tried escaping his mother's influence, more or less, but same thing can't be said for Min-yeong. My guess is both were in great pain which they couldn't get rid off due to coming from such different worlds while neither of the two knew how to patch the void in between. Inexperience.

Dong-jin's biggest mistake was hiding his true face from his partner while insisting on keeping the relationship going. He hid his background, his childhood, his wounds, his identity. Is having a meaningful relationship even possible without taking the mask off at some point? Yet that's something he could never do but still, from his perspective it must have seemed as if he's doing fine as a partner. That's not how it works, relationship is almost like a living being, and putting up a wall is always noticeable, even when the other side turns a blind eye.

Certainly, him not letting her in on his painful past has a great affect on all that lead to their break up. While Min-yeong was looking for support in the one she loved the most, she was not getting any reassurance back and she probably blamed herself for him not opening up to her. That's something women usually do. And what do people do once they can't see a way out of a difficult situation? They become (self-)destructive. She could bend over backwards but she was just not the one he would move his emotional blocks for. From what we can see in the series, he didn't really want to discuss their future together and he kept pushing her away, presenting it as if she might be the one to push him away, some day, when she learns the truth about him (if she ever does).

From that perspective, their whole situation smells like trouble. Big, big trouble. She said herself her goal was getting married and having a family. I can't blame her for wanting those things. Is wanting something she subconsciously knows Dong-jin would never offer so wrong? Is loving a person deeply to the point of being irrational and practically dumb so wrong? Ah, but desperate measures are always wrong. Why don't we all collectively just bury this woman alive, why would we understand anything that she went through? It's not like something like that could ever happen in real life to any of us, right?

Honestly, the show presents Dong-jin as if he were an angel and not a man with severe mother/father issues. He's portrayed as a kind hearted protagonist with a high moral sense, who drowns his sorrow in alcohol while lying on the floor for days after Min-yeong's mom sent him the wedding invitation. I can't deal with kdrama mom thing at all now, they're a different kind of evil, I swear.

The audacity of "I won't let you in and I won't marry you, but I won't let you marry anyone else either" is something known for ages. That's probably why her mom sent the invitation in the first place. And all of that together makes me think he didn't treat her like a decent human being. Not because he chose that, but because he doesn't have the capacity for it. Not having the capacity, being somewhat aware of it and insisting on the relationship, because the other person displays so much affection and love, is as equally bad as cheating. That is actually also cheating. A person doesn't have to get involved with anyone else to be a cheater. It's enough to hide their wounds and not be honest about it. That alone makes me think the reason why he pretended not to notice she was out dating someone else hides behind his feeling of utter guilt. Guilt for not being capable of providing her what she needs, to compensate for building up walls and wasting her time all along.

Dating emotionally unavailable person, heck, living with one, is soul draining. It hurts like hell looking at a person and feeling as if you're staring at a blank wall. The pain of having to go through that daily is worse than your partner actually cheating on you once or falling for someone else and breaking up. At least that's how I see it; the pain it puts you through is not even comparable. The reason behind it might be in the fact that for cheating one doesn't need intelligence at all. To lure someone in your life, make them stay and to calculate how much of which part of yourself you'll give in each and every moment, well... In my eyes that's way worse form of betrayal. It takes a lot of brain. That's manipulation at it's finest. There's something very dark and vile about it; it can play with other person's mental health in the most brutal ways, where outcomes may be even fatal. And we have it right there on the screen. Min-yeong became an alcoholic. She let a man with mommy issues and extremely low self-esteem drag her down to the bottom, while he then carried on with his life as the main victim in everyone else's eyes. That's something men who hate their mothers do very often.

Her side was never shown (at least not yet), how much she must have waited for him to change, to open up at least a tiny bit, how much energy and effort she poured into their relationship. How many times she tried to get thru his walls. Sure, she made a huge mistake by contacting his mother first, but I can't blame her. Imagine how desperate she was in that moment; she went behind his back to check his phone and steal his mom's number. Even thinking of doing that is hitting rock bottom yet she went on and did it without being aware of what desperation looks like on her. As any relationship, theirs must have had a great start. Keeping his character in mind, he was most probably an amazing boyfriend at first. Once the honey moon phase ended, first problems emerged. He probably pushed it all under the rug. Min-yeong's mistake was falling a bit too hard and not breaking up with him sooner, probably thinking she could change him. Could be she wanted to prove her parents wrong as well, but for whatever reason, it hurts to watch her scenes and think about her psychological profile.

It's never one sided, that feeling when relationship reaches the breaking point. People don't want to be the bad one, breaking up first. It is a bit pathetic, not ending a relationship and enjoying the victim role saying "I've been dumped" any chance possible. Meanwhile, those same people treat their partner so poorly it's evidently there is no love left there. I'm not trying to use this drama, nor Min-yeong's character to justify cheating. Of course cheating is wrong. What I'm trying to point out is the following. Dong-jin's move - not ending the relationship and choosing to live off of his partner's energy until she turned into a wreck - is also just as wrong, if not worse than what his partner did. She obviously loved him more. What a textbook example; men with severe self-esteem (and what-not) issues pursue gorgeous smart amazing independent girls, only to ruin their psyche, changing them into something, someone unrecognisable operating on survival mode. Sounds a lot like a parasite causing a disease.

Min-yeong's left miserable in the end. She turned into an alcoholic who, even after all the hell she's been through, still thinks she might have a shot with this guy who never even truly accepted her. Oh the brain fog. Oh the twisted perception. All the excuses she must have made for him until she fell into a hole they both dig up. While he just used her for tending to his wounded inner child. She must have been so confused and so lost, how messed up her head must have been when she couldn't even get rid of him. How do you get rid of a parasite? Without an intervention, you don't.

I'm good at writing apology letters for others, so why not writing one for her? So let's wrap this one up. In all honesty, Dong-jin probably took best years of her life while she waited for him to open up. What, they're probably in their late twenties, early thirties now? Imagine yourself living in a conservative society, where certain norms are expected, are even obligatory. I get that his mom made him miserable but she is still his mother. There is no other woman out there who could fill that role. Being in a relationship for god knows how long without introducing your "future wife" to your only parent, who is clearly still around, for whatever ugly reason he should have been open about, is wrong on so many levels. Min-yeong obviously loved him deeply. All she wanted was to marry a guy she loved and start a family, and not wait for him for 10 years to finally make up his mind. He knew they were not compatible, despite all the love. She was blinded, he didn't want to hurt her so he didn't let her go even though he should have. She tried to move on, but couldn't, because she wanted him. She wanted the person she could never have. She was hooked badly.

No satisfied woman would ever cheat, especially if she wants to commit to a man till the end of her life. At this point her actions look like a desperate cry for help, but her example is just another one in a sea full of such cases, no one will care once you're incapable of getting up on your feet; however, everyone will point a finger and be the first to judge and even cheer on as they watch you drown.

[salsflore]

thoughts on the glory bc i'm watching the last ep & have no one else to talk about this with.

[k1mbe3rly]

𝓢𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓭 𝓰𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽!

❤️‍🔥= NSFW

🩷= SFW

💔= angst

everything i wrote so far!

(request pls!)

► lee myung-gi (333)

❤️‍🔥 Toxic Myung-gi head cannons

❤️‍🔥 is this normal

❤️‍🔥 myung gi twitter links

❤️‍🔥 Myung gi NSFW alphabet

► Se-mi (280)

🩷 who do you pick?

❤️‍🔥 picking both

❤️‍🔥 sucking squid games women’s tits hc

💔 i love you, im sorry

❤️‍🔥 squid game NSFW small stories wowmn

💔 that’s so true

🩷 run my hands thru her short dark brown hair

💔 hold me, consoled me, than you left without a trace

❤️‍🔥 yandere se-mi headcannons

❤️‍🔥 that’s one way to shut you up

❤️‍🔥 Se-mi twitter links

❤️‍🔥 reaction to sitting on squid games women’s lap

► Kang dae-ho (388)

❤️‍🔥 comfort took a wrong turn

❤️‍🔥 Toxic dae ho headcannons

❤️‍🔥 Dae ho twitter links

❤️‍🔥 whiny

❤️‍🔥 230,124,388 sub head cannons

❤️‍🔥 Enemies with tension headcannons

► Thanos (230)

❤️‍🔥Taking control

❤️‍🔥 can you handle it?

🩷 sorry for not telling you

❤️‍🔥 NSFW alphabet

💔 infant and innocent

❤️‍🔥 thanos reaction to a nipple piercing

❤️‍🔥 Thanos twitter links

❤️‍🔥 Nam gyu and thanos twitter links

❤️‍🔥 230,124,388 sub headcannons

► Nam-gyu (124)

❤️‍🔥 Payback

❤️‍🔥 desperate

❤️‍🔥 admit

❤️‍🔥 can you handle it?

❤️‍🔥 nam gyu twitter links

❤️‍🔥 Thanos and nam gyu twitter links

🩷 you were acting like a different person

🩷💔 I love you, Nam gyu you cut it out

❤️‍🔥 player 230,124,388 sub headcannons

❤️‍🔥 Walking in on you watching porn

► Park Min-su (125)

❤️‍🔥 stay silent

🩷 who do you pick

❤️‍🔥 picking both

❤️‍🔥 cupid came at the wrong time

❤️‍🔥 Min su twitter links

❤️‍🔥 min su NSFW alphabet

❤️‍🔥 one more

❤️‍🔥 first time together

► Kim Jun-hee (222)

❤️‍🔥 Unexpected

❤️‍🔥 is this normal

❤️‍🔥 sucking squid games women’s tits hc

❤️‍🔥 squid game NSFW small stories women

❤️‍🔥 yandere Jun hee headcannons

❤️‍🔥 talk to anyone but him

❤️‍🔥 Jun hee twttier strap on links, and hcs

❤️‍🔥 Pervy jun hee headcannons

❤️‍🔥 reaction to sitting on squid games women’s lap

► Kang sae byeok (067)

❤️‍🔥 sucking squid game women’s tits hc

❤️‍🔥 squid game NSFW small stories women

❤️‍🔥 NSFW alphabet

❤️‍🔥 sae byeok twitter links

❤️‍🔥 reaction to sitting on squid games women lap

► Kang no-eul (guard 011)

❤️‍🔥 sucking squid games women’s tits hc

❤️‍🔥 squid game NSFW small stories women

❤️‍🔥 kang no eul twitter links

❤️‍🔥 reaction to sitting on squid games women’s lap

► Ji yeong (240)

❤️‍🔥 sucking squid games women’s tits hc

❤️‍🔥 squid game NSFW small stories women

❤️‍🔥 reaction to sitting on squid game women’s lap

► Kim Young mi (095)

❤️‍🔥 sucking squid games women’s tits hc

❤️‍🔥 NSFW alphabet (WLW, strap on)

❤️‍🔥 young mi SFW, NSFW hc

❤️‍🔥 squid NSFW small stories game women

❤️‍🔥 hyun ju and young mi twitter links

❤️‍🔥 stress relief

❤️‍🔥 reaction to sitting on squid game women’s lap

► Gyeong su (256)

❤️‍🔥 Gyeong su NSFW and SFW hc

❤️‍🔥 gyeong su twitter links

❤️‍🔥 Gyeong su NSFW alphabet

► In ho (young il, 001, frontman)

🩷 your the closest to heaven, that i’ll ever be

❤️‍🔥 In ho twitter links

► Hyun ju (120)

❤️‍🔥 hyun ju and young mi twitter links

❤️‍🔥 reaction to you sitting on squid game women’s lap

► Park Gyeong seok (246)

park gyeong seom twitter links

► Hwang Jun ho

❤️‍🔥Jun ho twitter links

► Seong Gi hun

❤️‍🔥Gi hun twitter links

► Cho sangwoo

❤️‍🔥Sangwoo twitter links

► The sales man (Gong yoo)

The salesman twitter links

NSFW alphabet

[svetamillss]

Omg I love your headcanons but can you do a fluffy and silly one where the reader ask them an impossible question? Something like “if I punch myself and it hurts, would that make me weak or strong?”

Characters i suggest: Thanos, Junhee, Saebyeok, Se-mi, Namgyu, Hyunju, Jiyeong, Youngmi, Daeho please 🙏

Headcanons: if I punch myself and it hurts, would that make me weak or strong?💗

Featuring: Cho Hyun Ju x Reader(f), Thanos (Su Bong) x Reader(f), Kim Jun Hee x Reader(f), Kang Sae Byeok x Reader(f), Se Mi x Reader(f), Nam Gyu x Reader(f), Ji Yeong x Reader(f), Kim Young Mi x Reader(f), Kang Dae Ho x Reader(f)

A/N: Thank you very much for such a wonderful order! Please show an asset at this job. Also, those headcanons that were supposed to be today are postponed, sorry!

💗💗💗

It all happened when you and your partner decided to arrange a date and watch a movie in a hug, but while you were choosing which movie to watch, you got bored and that's what happened.

Cho Hyun Ju

- My love, if I punch myself and it hurts, would that make me weak or strong?

• She even choked a little and looked at you excitedly.

- Baby, did you beat yourself up?

- No! I just became interested, so I decided to ask.

• Ju calmly exhaled, and then laughed at your question.

- You're the strongest girl, and you don't have to beat yourself to prove it somehow.

- Am I really strong? You always protect me.

- Very strong. And I'm protecting you, because I love you very much.

• After that, she lovingly kissed you on the lips and you continued to choose the movie you wanted to watch.

Thanos (Su Bong)

- Honey, if I punch myself and it hurts, would that make me weak or strong?

• He looked at you with a strange face, he was obviously nervous about your question.

- Is this some kind of test with a trick? On the topic: am I a good guy?

- Nooo! I just decided to ask.

- I know you, you never just ask like that! There is definitely a correct answer there and if I answer incorrectly, you will be offended by me and we will not watch the movie.

• Yes, with your boyfriend such jokes are bad and it's better not to arrange them, you decided not to ask him further, but just kiss him on the lips, making it clear that everything is fine and you don't need to answer.

– Silly, don't ask me such questions anymore, I'll turn gray much faster!

Kim Jun Hee

- My love, if I punch myself and it hurts, would that make me weak or strong?

• The girl first thought about your question, she was not used to hearing such a thing.

- Can you repeat the question again?

– If I punch myself and it hurts, would that make me weak or strong?

- Is there any catch here?

- No, I just became interested.

• Hee thought a little more, then gave a clear answer with a serious face.

- Strong.

- Why?

- But it's not that you hit yourself, I missed it, because it's better never do it, you're strong and without it.

• You have a wonderful girlfriend and you understood that you were not mistaken in your choice.

Kang Sae Byeok

- Darling, if I punch myself and it hurts, would that make me weak or strong?

• You didn't hear the answer, the girl just kept looking for a movie that could be turned on?

- Sae Byeok..

• There was no answer.

- Why are you silent?

- Table.

- What? What does the table have to do with it? Did you even hear me?

- I heard, I answer stupid questions stupidly. You asked a stupid question, so I answer stupidly.

• You blushed, you were a little ashamed of your question, because you knew the girl's character.

- If you have nothing to do, please bring snacks while I turn on the movie.

Se Mi

- My love, if I punch myself and it hurts, would that make me weak or strong?

- God, honey, what nonsense are you asking?

- I'm just curious!

• The girl sighed heavily, looking at you.

- Only fools ask such things, and you're a smart girl and you understand that you don't need to beat yourself to prove that you're strong.

- Well..

- And don't look at the site anymore with stupid questions that will embarrass your soulmate!

• Se Mi pretended to be offended, but you saw how she barely held back a smile.

- Why is that??

- Because I'll take revent you and ask for something like that too.

• She was very serious, you both laughed at this whole situation later.

Nam Gyu

- Kitten, if I punch myself and it hurts, would that make me weak or strong?

• The guy suddenly began to look around, as if he was looking for something.

- What are you doing?

- The hidden camera you put.

- Why should I put it?

- To record a prank on your boyfriend in Tik Tok! I've seen similar videos!

• You laughed at Gyu, and he looked at you with a little anger.

- It was a joke, I just got bored.

- You know how they say that all troubles have the same beginning - the girl was sitting and bored!

• He was just afraid to do something wrong, so he got nervous.

Ji Yeong

- Baby, if I punch myself and it hurts, would that make me weak or strong?

• She didn't even think about it and answered pretty quickly.

- You would be crazy.

- Hey, why is that?

- First of all: I have a crazy girlfriend. Secondly: do normal people do this?

• She stared at you with a smile that made you blush.

- Come on! I'm just bored.

- It would be better to use your language for another instead of chatter.

• And she embarrassed you again, maybe you won't finish watching the selected movie.

Kim Young Mi

- Sweetness, if I punch myself and it hurts, would that make me weak or strong?

• She looked at you with great excitement and you felt uncomfortable.

- Are you beating yourself??? Why didn't you tell me that before???

- Quieter, quieter! I'm not beating myself! I saw such a joke on the Internet, I decided to ask you something like this.

• She looked at you with incomprehension, and you decided not to continue this topic.

- Okay, let's not talk about it, stupid joke.

- Strong..

• She said very quietly, but you still heard her and a warm smile appeared on your face.

Kang Dae Ho

- Darling, if I punch myself and it hurts, would that make me weak or strong?

• The guy looked at you with a smile, and then said loudly and clearly as if he was honoring the army general.

- YOU ARE A STRONG GIRL AND ALL YOUR ACTIONS PROVE IT!

• You were pleased to hear and embarrassed, as you understood that the guy did not fully understand the essence of the question, but decided not to ask about it anymore.

- Thank you!

- I love you very much! I am ready to answer any of your questions!

💗💗💗

[teafiend]

[kiemiu]

' 𝓟𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑻𝒀 𝓟𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑺𝑺𝑶 '

pairing kang sae-byeok x fem!reader | wc: 9k+

synopsis kang sae-byeok, a quiet, brooding, girl who keeps to herself has an entire sketchbook dedicated to you. her infatuation stretches across multiple pages yet she struggles to talk to you, until her best friend, ji-yeong finds out and gives her the push she needs.

genre fluff, angst, heavy pining | warnings none really.

masterlist | enjoy <3

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 library was quiet, save for the soft rustle of pages and the faint tapping of fingers on keyboards. Sae-byeok sat at the far corner of the room, head bent over her sketchbook. The sunlight streaming through the window fell across her dark hair, but her focus remained entirely on the pencil gliding across the paper.

She was drawing you again.

It had become a habit—sketching your soft smile, the way your hair frames your face, or the sparkle in your eyes when you laughed. Her crush on you was anything but subtle to her own heart. If someone were to flip through her sketchbook, it would be embarrassingly obvious just how much she liked you.

Lost in the depth of her work, Sae-byeok failed to notice Ji-yeong slipping into the seat beside her until she let out a low whistle.

“What’s this, Sae-byeok?” Ji-yeong’s teasing voice cut through the silence, making Sae-byeok freeze.

“Nothing,” Sae-byeok muttered quickly, snapping her sketchbook shut and glaring at Ji-yeong, who was already grinning wide like a Cheshire cat.

“Oh no, no, no.” Ji-yeong leaned over, her quick hands darted to snatch the sketchbook before Sae-byeok could blink. “If it’s nothing, then why do you look so guilty?” she asked, her figure rising out of the seat to create room between the two.

“Ji-yeong, give it back,” Sae-byeok hissed, her voice low yet sharp. Her face began to turn red.

Ji-yeong flipped the sketchbook open and gasped dramatically. “Wait, wait, wait… are these… drawings of her?” Her voice rose slightly, earning a glare from the librarian, but Ji-yeong didn’t care. She looked between the detailed sketches and Sae-byeok, her grin widening. “You’re so in love it’s pathetic!”

“Shut up,” Sae-byeok growled, reaching towards Ji-Yeong to try and grab the sketchbook, but Ji-yeong held it out of reach, trying to muffle her laughter with one hand as the sketchbook, one of Sae-Byeoks’ most prized possessions, dangled carelessly from her other hand.

“I mean, look at this!” Ji-yeong waved the sketchbook around, flipping through the pages. “This one’s from that time she wore her hair down last week, isn’t it? And this one—oh my god, you even got the way her eyes crinkle when she smiles. You’re fucking obsessed, dude!”

Sae-byeok slumped back in her chair, groaning in defeat. “Ji-yeong, I swear, if you don’t shut up—”

“Or what? You’ll glare at me like you do to everyone else? Face it, Sae-byeok, you’re a lovesick puppy.” Ji-yeong chuckled, before finally setting the sketchbook back down in front of her friend. “It’s cute, though. You’re usually so cold and distant, but around her, you’re a total marshmallow.”

“I’m not,” Sae-byeok muttered as she sank further into her seat, but her flushed face betrayed her.

“Oh, you are,” Ji-yeong teased, propping her chin in her hand and smirking. “You should just tell her, you know. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Sae-byeok shot her a withering look. “You mean besides her thinking I’m a complete creep and never talking to me again?”

Ji-yeong rolled her eyes. “Please. She’s way too nice for that. And honestly, I think she’d be flattered—have you seen the way she looks at you? You could be talking about the price of milk and she’s still be all googly-eyed—I’m telling you, there’s hope for you two.”

Sae-byeok shook her head, muttering under her breath. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

But Ji-yeong only grinned wider, leaning closer to whisper conspiratorially. “Fine, don’t believe me. But if you keep staring at her like that, she’s eventually gonna be able to tell you like her. Might as well get ahead of it sooner than later and confess.”

Sae-byeok glared at her, but Ji-yeong just winked and leaned back in her chair. “You’re lucky I’m such a good friend,” she said. “I could’ve shown her your little sketchbook and really embarrassed you.”

Ji-Yeong’s empty threat made Sae-byeok’s eyes widen in alarm, making Ji-yeong laugh in return, holding her hands up in mock surrender. “Relax, I wouldn’t actually do that to you. But seriously, you need to make a move, Sae-byeok. You’re too talented to keep something like this hidden forever. And you're a catch, any girl would be lucky to have you fawn over them.”

With a gentle pat on Sae-Byeok's shoulder, Ji-yeong walked off, slightly chuckling to herself. Sae-byeok sighed and glanced down at her sketchbook. Her latest sketch of you stared back at her, the delicate lines capturing the softness she saw every time she looked at you.

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The classroom buzzed faintly with activity, but Sae-Byeok’s entire world had narrowed down to two things: protecting her sketchbook from Ji-yeong’s meddling and trying not to combust from embarrassment. Ji-yeong, ever the troublemaker, was still smirking like she had just uncovered the most scandalous secret of the century.

“You can’t keep doing this forever, you know,” Ji-yeong said, leaning closer with a knowing look. “Eventually, she's going to figure it out. And when she does, wouldn’t you rather it be because you told her and not because she caught you staring at her for the hundredth time?”

“I don’t stare,” Sae-byeok snapped, her cheeks heating up again.

Ji-yeong arched an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Oh, please. You’re practically a spotlight. Every time she walks into the room, your eyes are glued to her like you’re in some cheesy kdrama.”

Sae-byeok groaned, rubbing her temples as if that would make Ji-yeong disappear. “Why are you like this?”

“Because it’s fun,” Ji-yeong replied with a shrug, grinning mischievously. “Also, because I think you’d be cute together. You’re all cold and brooding, and she’s all sweet and sunshiney.” And as if a sudden revelation came to Ji-Yeong, a wide smile stretched across her face as she snapped her fingers and pointed at Sae-Byeok. “You're like those two care bears.”

“Can you stop talking?” Sae-byeok muttered, wishing the ground would swallow her whole.

But Ji-yeong wasn’t done yet. She propped her chin in her hand, glancing across the room at you before her eyes zeroed in on Sae-Byeok, her head tilting as if she was analyzing her. “You know, if you don’t make a move soon, someone else might.”

Sae-byeok froze. The thought of someone else confessing to you, seeing you smile at someone else the way she wished you’d smile at her, made her stomach twist uncomfortably.

Ji-yeong noticed the shift in her expression and leaned closer, her voice softer now. “Hey, I’m just teasing you, but seriously… I think you should go for it. You don’t have to confess right away. Just, I don’t know, talk to her? Start small.”

Sae-byeok’s gaze flicked to you again. You were still oblivious to the chaos happening on her side of the room, your head tilted slightly as you focused on your own notebook. You looked so peaceful, so effortlessly beautiful, and Sae-byeok felt her heart ache.

“I wouldn’t even know what to say,” Sae-byeok admitted quietly, her gaze drifting from you to her lap as she picked at her nails, a subtle pout covering her face.

Ji-yeong softened at her friend’s rare vulnerability. “Just be yourself. She already likes you as a person—you’re not invisible, you know. She says hi to you every time she sees you, and she smiles at you like you’re the only one in the room. You’re honestly not as hopeless as you think.”

Before Sae-byeok could respond, Ji-yeong suddenly sat up straighter, her mischievous grin returning. “Actually, why don’t we test that theory right now?”

“What? What are you—” Sae-byeok’s words caught in her throat as Ji-yeong raised her hand, waving enthusiastically in your direction.

“Hey!” Ji-yeong called out cheerfully, cupping her hands around her mouth, before starting to wave you over.

Sae-byeok’s heart nearly stopped. She grabbed Ji-yeong’s wrist to try and pull her back down to her seat, her eyes wide with panic. “Ji-yeong, no!”

But it was too late. You had already looked up from your notebook, your eyes meeting Ji-yeong’s first before shifting to Sae-byeok’s panicked form. A warm smile spread across your face as you gave a small wave back. “Hi, Ji-yeong! Hi, Sae-byeok!”

Sae-byeok felt like she was about to pass out. Her face was burning, and her throat felt tight as she tried to find something—anything—to say as you started to make your way over, completely oblivious to the emotional turmoil Sae-Byeok had been fighting beforehand.

Ji-yeong, ever the instigator, grinned and nudged Sae-byeok with her elbow. “Don’t be rude, Sae-byeok. Say hi back.”

Sae-byeok shot Ji-yeong a murderous glare before reluctantly looking back at you. “Hi,” she managed to mumble, her voice barely audible.

You tilted your head slightly, your smile softening. “Are you two working on something together?”

Ji-yeong’s grin widened, and Sae-byeok knew she was about to say something that’d make her want to crawl into a hole and die.

“I'm glad you asked! Sae-byeok here was just showing me some of her amazing drawings,” Ji-yeong said, her tone all too enthusiastic.

Sae-byeok’s eyes widened in horror. “Ji-yeong—”

“Really?” you asked, your curiosity piqued. You leaned forward slightly, your gaze flicking to the sketchbook in Sae-byeok’s firm grasp. “That’s so cool! Can I see?”

For a moment, Sae-byeok thought her soul had left her body. She clutched the sketchbook even tighter to her chest, shaking her head quickly. “It’s nothing,” she said, her voice a little too sharp. “Just… doodles.”

Ji-yeong let out a dramatic sigh, clearly disappointed that her plan had been thwarted. “She’s being shy,” she said to you with a playful wink. “But trust me, she’s really talented.”

You smiled at Sae-byeok, your eyes warm and genuine. “I’d love to see your work sometime, if you’re okay with it.”

Sae-byeok’s heart felt like it was about to explode. She could barely manage a nod, her voice completely failing her.

You didn’t seem to mind her awkwardness. You gave her another soft smile before turning your body to walk away. “No pressure,” you said kindly. “But I really mean it.”

As you settled back into your seat, Ji-yeong turned to Sae-byeok with a smug grin. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Sae-byeok glared at her, but there was no real heat behind it. Her heart was still racing, and she couldn’t stop replaying your words in her head.

Maybe, just maybe, Ji-yeong was right. But for now, she was just grateful you didn’t think she was a complete weirdo who lacked social skills.

The classroom’s normal buzz returned as everyone focused on their individual projects, but Sae-byeok felt like the room had closed in around her. Her heart still pounded erratically, and she couldn’t seem to shake the discomfort of her sweaty palms. Ji-yeong’s teasing, however, had slowed to a simmer as she watched Sae-byeok carefully, a knowing grin still lingering on her lips.

“You’re really bad at hiding it, you know,” Ji-yeong teased, nudging Sae-byeok’s arm. “You’re practically glowing after that.”

Sae-byeok tried to pretend she wasn’t utterly wrecked from the interaction, but her red cheeks were a dead giveaway. “I’m not glowing,” she muttered, her voice tight, her gaze fixed firmly on her sketchbook as if it would somehow protect her from the world and drown out the nonsense spewing from Ji-Yeong.

“Sure,” Ji-yeong said, unconvinced, her tone dripping with mischief. “You’re just that naturally red in the face.”

Sae-Byeok didn’t respond, instead focusing intently on her scribbles, wishing she could sink into the desk and disappear while Ji-yeong leaned back in her chair, still watching her with a knowing glint in her eyes.

“You know,” Ji-yeong continued after a beat, clearly enjoying Sae-byeok’s discomfort, “I think it’s time for you to stop hiding behind your sketches.”

“I’m not hiding,” Sae-byeok mumbled, her face still burning as she turned the page in her sketchbook, hoping to drown out the conversation by immersing herself in her drawings.

Ji-yeong only snickered in response. “Right. Sure, keep telling yourself that.” She didn’t seem bothered at all by Sae-byeok’s persistent awkwardness. “I don’t know why you’re so nervous. If you just talked to her—honestly talked to her—I bet she’d be thrilled. You two would be really cute together.”

Sae-byeok shot her a quick look but didn’t respond. Instead, she tried to focus on her work, picking up a pencil to sketch out another landscape. Every so often, her eyes would flicker toward you, who was still absorbed in your work, and she would quickly look away, heart pounding helplessly in the confines of her chest.

Ji-yeong noticed the shift in her gaze, of course. She nudged her again, this time more gently. “You should ask her to hang out sometime. Like… outside of class. That could give you a chance to, you know, actually talk to her.”

Sae-byeok’s heart lurched at the suggestion, but she just shook her head, silently hoping for the conversation to end. “I don’t know, Ji-yeong,” she muttered, barely louder than a whisper. “I just—I’m not good at that kind of thing.”

Ji-yeong smirked. “What? Talking to people?” She paused, leaning back with a feigned look of shock. “You, Kang Sae-byeok? Not good at talking to people? Impossible.”

Sae-byeok sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of her nose. “You’re impossible,” she muttered under her breath. Sae-Byeok felt her mind slowly start to wander back to the way you had smiled at her earlier, so soft and genuine and the way you’d mentioned how much you'd love to see her drawings sometime.

She replayed the conversation in her head over and over again. Despite her awkwardness, she realized you hadn’t seemed put off by her discomfort. If anything, you’d been kind, patient even. That small interaction, just a few words, felt like something monumental to her, even if it hadn’t been much at all.

Sae-byeok bit her lip, her resolve softening, even if just a little. Maybe Ji-yeong was right. Maybe it was time to stop hiding behind her art and finally take that step, even if it felt terrifying.

As if on cue, the bell rang, signaling the end of class. Sae-byeok quickly gathered her things, still deep in thought as Ji-yeong bounced up from her chair, stretching with a dramatic yawn before turning to her friend with a final departing message. “I’m telling you, Sae-byeok. Don’t wait too long. She’s waiting for you to make a move. I can tell.”

“I’ll think about it,” Sae-byeok muttered, too tired to argue.

Ji-yeong raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, but she didn’t press. “Well, if you do decide to confess your undying love, at least tell me first so I can get some popcorn.”

Sae-byeok shot her a half-smile, though it was more out of exhaustion than amusement. “I’ll let you know,” she promised quietly.

As Sae-byeok walked out of the classroom, she couldn’t help but glance over at you one more time. You were packing up your things, completely unaware of the storm of emotions swirling inside her.

What would it be like to just say it? To tell you how she felt? It seemed almost impossible, but with Ji-yeong’s encouragement still ringing in her ears, she couldn’t help but wonder if maybe—just maybe—she could do it.

But not today, Sae-byeok thought. Not yet.

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The next day, Sae-byeok found herself at a crossroads. She had made it through the morning without embarrassing herself too badly, but now, as lunch started to approach, she couldn’t seem to escape the thoughts that kept floating around in her mind. You were sitting across the room, casually chatting with one of your friends, and Sae-byeok was once again fighting the urge to stare.

She finally decided to take a deep breath and turn the page of her sketchbook. It wasn’t much, just a quick sketch of the view from the classroom window, but it was something. It was one of five unfinished landscape drawings she had conjured in her sketchbook dedicated to you just in case someone were to ask to see what she was drawing.

Her fingers gently traced a line that bled through onto the paper from a previous sketch. Without needing to turn the page she easily recognized it was the curve of your jaw.

She looked up once more, to already see you looking right at her.

For a beat, neither of you moved, locked in an unexpected moment of eye contact. Sae-byeok’s heart leapt into her throat, but this time, she didn’t look away, even as you made your way towards her.

You smiled, soft and reassuring, as if you had known all along what she was thinking. “Your sketches are amazing, you know that?” you called out gently, breaking the silence.

And just like that, Sae-byeok’s world tilted once again. This time, though, she didn’t feel the overwhelming panic that she was used to.

She felt hope.

Sae-byeok’s heart skipped a beat, her grip tightening on her pencil as she tried to process your words. For a moment, she was frozen, as if her mind couldn’t catch up to her body. ‘ Did she just say that? '

You were still looking at her, your smile warm and genuine, and that made Sae-byeok’s breath catch in her throat. She had expected to be swallowed by her own embarrassment for not knowing how to open up her mouth and speak or drop her pencil and rush out of the room like she always did when she suddenly felt cornered. But this time? It was different. You were being… kind. And not just kind in the way people are to acquaintances. You were really noticing her.

Her mouth went dry as she finally managed to croak out a response. “Uh… thanks,” she said, her voice a little hoarse. She quickly looked back down at her sketchbook, feeling a rush of warmth flood her cheeks. There was no possible way she’d be able to look at you for more than a second without completely melting in her seat.

But then, you spoke again. “No, seriously. I think it’s really cool that you draw. I mean, I don’t know if I could ever do it. Maybe one day I could try, though?”

Sae-byeok’s eyes shot up to meet yours again, and this time, she didn’t look away. You were still smiling at her, and there was an openness in your expression that made her heart race all over again. You were… interested? In her art?

The weight of it hit her like a wave. She hadn’t expected this—any of this. She had always kept her feelings locked inside, bundled up in secret sketches no one ever saw. And yet, here you were, reaching out to her without hesitation.

“Maybe,” Sae-byeok replied softly, her voice a little steadier now. “If you ever want to try, I could show you… how I do some of it.”

Your eyes lit up even more, if that was even possible. “I’d love that! Maybe we could even sit together one day, and you could teach me some things? I think it’d be really fun.”

The offer was simple, and it shouldn’t have made Sae-byeok’s heart beat faster, but it did. Her mind raced with possibilities. Sitting together? Teaching her? The words felt too good to be true, like something out of a dream. She tried to keep her cool, but it was getting harder by the second.

Before she could respond, Ji-yeong appeared beside her, tapping her desk with a mischievous grin plastered on her face. “Well, well, well… what’s all this about teaching, huh?”

Sae-byeok’s heart jolted as she turned to look at her friend, who was clearly enjoying the scene. “Ji-yeong, please don’t,” she said, a hint of panic in her voice.

But Ji-yeong wasn’t backing down. “What? I’m just curious. Are we talking about art lessons? Or is this some kind of secret rendezvous? Because it looks like something very interesting is happening here.” she teased, her eyes flickering back and forth between you and Sae-byeok while her eyebrows lifted up and down suggestively.

You, to Sae-byeok’s relief, seemed unfazed by Ji-yeong’s teasing. Instead, you smiled and said, “I was just telling Sae-byeok how much I’d like to try drawing. I thought it could be fun if she helped me out.”

Sae-byeok blinked, surprised by how calm and unbothered you were. How casual you were about all of it, she couldn’t help but admire that.

“Hmm,” Ji-yeong said, crossing her arms with a playful smirk. “You two are practically a match made in art class, huh?”

Sae-byeok wanted to hide under the desk at that moment, but she couldn’t help but smile at Ji-yeong’s antics. Her teasing was annoying, but somehow, it felt less intense. It felt easy and light, possibly due to you smiling at her like you meant it. Like you were really excited to sit down and draw with her, your affection made the butterflies in Sae-Byeok’s stomach thrash around harder.

“Anyway,” Ji-yeong said, her tone lightening as she leaned back against the desk, “I think it’s a great idea. You should definitely teach her, Sae-byeok. Who knows? Maybe you’ll even turn her into a drawing expert.”

Sae-byeok chuckled softly, feeling a slight sense of relief wash over her. She wasn’t sure what had changed, but there was a comfort in the idea that maybe things weren’t as complicated as she’d made them out to be. Maybe it was okay to let things unfold naturally, one step at a time. Maybe—just maybe—she didn’t have to carry the crushing weight of her feelings alone anymore.

“Okay,” Sae-byeok said, her voice a little steadier. “We can do that. I’ll show you some basics next time we get a chance together.”

Your smile widened, and for a split second, Sae-byeok swore her heart stopped beating altogether. You weren’t just being polite anymore. There was something genuine, something real in your smile that made everything feel… possible.

“I can’t wait,” you said, your voice light and happy. “Thanks, Sae-byeok.”

And in that moment, it wasn’t just the words that made Sae-byeok’s chest tighten with hope. It was the way you looked at her, the way you said her name like it meant something special. Her name being something only she wanted you to say until the end of time.

Sae-byeok felt a sudden rush of emotions, a mixture of excitement, disbelief, and something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. She glanced down at her sketchbook, feeling a warm flush crawl up her neck. She had always kept her art to herself, hidden behind the privacy of her sketches, but now, someone else was showing interest. And not just anyone—you.

The quiet connection they had started to form felt so fragile, like it could slip away with just one wrong move. But in that moment, Sae-byeok couldn’t help but feel a quiet, hopeful joy stirring inside her, something she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in a long time.

Ji-yeong, ever the perceptive one, leaned in with a sly smile, watching the two of you closely. “Look at you two,” she teased, nudging Sae-byeok with her elbow. “You’re both smiling like this is the beginning of a rom-com or something.”

Sae-byeok couldn’t help but gently laugh at her friend’s antics, the tension in her chest easing as she realized Ji-yeong wasn’t teasing her with malicious intent—she was just happy to see her friend finally open up to someone that obviously meant a lot to her. Sae-byeok allowed herself a small, relieved smile.

“I’m just showing her how to draw,” Sae-byeok said quickly, her face growing warmer at the thought. She wasn’t sure what exactly it was she was feeling, but she didn’t want to say the wrong thing.

“Sure, sure,” Ji-yeong said with a wink. “But don’t forget to give her the advanced lessons. You’ve got some serious skills, girl.”

You smiled softly at their banter, the warmth of your gaze never leaving Sae-byeok. “I’m looking forward to it,” you said, the sincerity in your voice making her heart race again.

Sae-byeok found it hard to focus on anything else as you sauntered away to your next class. She was too busy replaying that moment over and over in her mind, trying to understand the new reality that seemed to be taking shape between the two of you.

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Over the next few days, Sae-byeok found herself thinking about the lesson she’d promised. Every time she saw you, her heart would flutter—especially when you greeted her with that same bright, open smile and expressed your enthusiasm for the upcoming day. It was as if the whole world had shrunk down to only the two of you, and for the first time in a while, she felt seen. Not just as a quiet, reserved person, but as someone with something to offer. Something valuable, something worth sharing.

Friday arrived faster than she expected, and Sae-byeok had found herself preparing with a nervous excitement she couldn’t quite shake. She’d carefully packed her sketchbook that she left untouched and a few pencils, not knowing exactly how much she should teach you or how to act around you. The idea of sitting down together, the two of you sharing space, was both exhilarating and terrifying.

When she entered the classroom, you were already there, sitting at one of the desks near the back, casually flipping through your own sketchbook. You looked up as she approached, and your smile widened, like you’d been waiting for this moment just as much as she had.

“Hey!” you greeted, the warmth in your voice making her heart skip again. “Ready for our art lesson?”

Sae-byeok blinked, feeling a rush of nerves flood her system, but she pushed it down. “Yeah. I—uh—brought some stuff to get started,” she said, her voice slightly unsteady.

You gestured to the empty seat beside you. “Awesome! Let’s get started then. I’m all yours.”

Sae-byeok sat down, her breath catching as she set her sketchbook between you. There was an electric kind of silence between you for a moment, both of you adjusting to the new dynamic. Sae-byeok could feel the weight of your presence beside her, the quiet attention you gave her as she opened her sketchbook. It felt strange—intimate, almost—but also strangely comforting.

“Okay, um,” she began, clearing her throat to shake off the nerves, “let’s start with something simple. A basic sketch of a still life. It’s a good way to practice proportion and—and shading.”

You nodded eagerly. “Sounds great.”

Sae-byeok set up a few items—a small plant, an empty coffee cup, and a pen—to use as subjects for the exercise. As she demonstrated, showing you how to sketch the outlines and focus on light and shadow, she started to feel a little more at ease being in her element. You watched her closely, following her instructions, there was a relaxed atmosphere between the two of you. No pressure, no expectations—just two people sharing a moment of teaching and learning together.

“Okay, your turn,” she said after a while, glancing at the rough lines you’d sketched on your paper. “Try drawing the cup first. Don’t worry too much about getting it perfect—just focus on the shapes.”

You nodded again, picking up your pencil and starting to draw, while Sae-byeok leaned back a little, giving you space. She watched you, her gaze softening as you concentrated, your tongue poking out slightly in concentration. There was something so endearing about the way you threw yourself into it, not caring if it was perfect, but simply enjoying the process.

“I think you’re a natural,” she said after a few minutes, and you looked up at her, surprised.

“Really?” you asked, your voice light with amusement. “I feel like I’m butchering it.”

Sae-byeok chuckled. “No way. You’re just getting started. But the way you’re shading—it’s pretty good for a beginner.”

You smiled at her praise, and Sae-byeok’s heart did another flip. She wasn’t used to being so direct with compliments, but it felt good. It felt natural with you, everything did.

“I’ll take your word for it,” you replied, grinning, before returning your focus to your sketch.

For the rest of the lesson, you worked side by side, the quiet exchange of glances and small words making the space feel warmer than it had any right to be. Sae-byeok didn’t feel awkward or self-conscious anymore. Instead, she felt like she was exactly where she was meant to be—right next to you, teaching you something she loved, but also learning about you in the process.

When the bell rang, signaling the end of class, you closed your sketchbook with a satisfied sigh, your face lighting up in a way that made Sae-byeok’s chest tighten. “I had a lot of fun today. Thanks for showing me how to do this,” you said sincerely.

Sae-byeok smiled back, her heart swelling with a mixture of pride and something deeper. “You did great. You’re a quick learner.”

You both stood up, gathering your things, and Sae-byeok was surprised when you hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “Hey, maybe we can do this again sometime? I mean, if you want to.”

Sae-byeok felt a flutter in her chest. “I’d like that,” she said before she could stop herself, her voice quiet but steady. “We could—um—work on some more advanced stuff next time. If you’re up for it.”

You smiled warmly, your eyes lighting up. “Definitely. I can’t wait.”

As Sae-byeok left the classroom, her heart was racing again, but this time, it wasn’t just nerves. It was excitement, anticipation for what could come next.

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The days that followed felt like a dream to Sae-byeok. Every time she saw you, her heart would skip a beat. The little moments between the two of you—those quiet exchanges of smiles and brief conversations—made her feel lighter, as if she was walking on air. She didn’t even need to try to hide her excitement anymore. It was like you had unlocked a side of her she didn’t know existed, a side that was eager and open to new possibilities.

Soon enough, the next art lesson arrived, and Sae-byeok was exhilarated by just the thought of it. She’d spent the last few days thinking about what you could work on, wondering how she could guide you through the steps. She didn’t want to overwhelm you, but she also wanted to push you just enough to see how much you could grow. And in turn, she could grow alongside you, learning how to be more comfortable with herself and with the space between you.

When you arrived, there was that same bright smile on your face, the one that always made her heart race. “Hey, ready for round two?” you asked, a playful glint in your eyes.

Sae-byeok smiled back, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. “Yeah, I’ve got a new challenge for you today.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh? A challenge, huh? I’m ready for it.”

Sae-byeok’s heart fluttered as she pulled out a reference image from her bag—a simple but detailed image of a vase with flowers. “Let’s try something a little more complex today. A still life, but with more detail. You’ll have to pay attention to shadows and perspective.”

You glanced at the image, your expression thoughtful. “That looks… like a lot. But I think I can do it, show me the ropes.”

Sae-byeok couldn’t help but lightly laugh at your enthusiasm. It was contagious, and it made her feel more confident as your guide. She set the image on the desk between the both of you and began to guide you through the process step by step.

“First,” she said, “let’s break it down. Don’t worry about getting every detail right at once. Just focus on the general shape and proportion first. The lines will help you find your way.”

You nodded, pencil in hand, and began sketching out the basic shapes of the vase and flowers. Sae-byeok watched you work, feeling a quiet satisfaction knowing that she was the one helping you learn. It was a strange feeling, but it made her feel good—like she was making a difference, no matter how small.

As the lesson progressed, you asked questions here and there, and Sae-byeok was more than happy to answer. With each step, you seemed to get more confident, your lines becoming steadier, your shading more deliberate. Sae-byeok couldn’t help but admire how much you were improving in such a short amount of time.

“Looking good,” she commented after a while, her voice warm with encouragement. “You’re really getting the hang of it.”

You glanced up at her, your eyes sparkling with pride. “Thanks to you. You’re a great teacher.”

Sae-byeok felt a blush creeping up her neck at the compliment, but she quickly deflected. “It’s all you. You’re a fast learner.”

As you continued working, the silence between you felt comfortable. There was no pressure, no awkwardness. It was just the two of you, working on art and talking about anything and everything. At one point, you even asked her about her favorite artists, and for the first time in a long time, Sae-byeok found herself talking about her passion without hesitation. She had always kept it private, but with you, it felt easy to share.

“Who’s your favorite?” she asked, curious.

You thought for a moment. “I really like the impressionists. Something about the way they use light and color just…I don't know, it speaks to me.”

Sae-byeok smiled. “I get that. Monet’s work is amazing, especially the way he paints landscapes.”

You nodded enthusiastically. “Exactly! I’ve always wanted to try painting like that.”

Sae-byeok’s eyes softened, and without thinking, she said, “Maybe one day we could try painting together. If you want to.”

The offer hung in the air between you, and for a moment, Sae-byeok’s heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t believe she had said that. It wasn’t like her to be so open, but she couldn't help it, you had just made everything so easy.

Your face lit up, and you nodded immediately. “I’d really love that. I think that’d be amazing.”

The class came to an end too quickly for Sae-byeok’s liking, and when the bell rang, she felt a wave of reluctance wash over her. She didn’t want this moment to end. But as you packed your things, you turned to her with that same bright smile.

“Thanks for today, Sae-byeok. I had a great time. Let’s do this again soon, okay?”

Sae-byeok’s heart melted as she nodded. “Of course. Anytime.”

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

As time carried on and your sessions became more frequent, your curiosity for what relied beneath the depths of Sae-Byeok’s sketchbook lingered insistently in the back of your mind.

The sun was setting, casting golden light across the room as you sat cross-legged on the floor of the art room with Sae-byeok. Her sketchbook, as always, was tucked securely into her bag, far out of reach, and in its place.

“Make sure you're holding the pencil lightly,” she said, adjusting your grip with her steady hands. Her touch was careful, deliberate. “If you keep pressing too hard, it’ll be difficult to erase mistakes.”

You nodded, trying to focus on the drawing in front of you—a simple landscape with a cherry blossom tree in the middle was what she had placed as reference. Yet your curious eyes kept wandering back to her bag, where her precious sketchbook remained hidden away. You had always admired her art, her ability to bring life to paper, but no matter how many times you asked, she always refused to show you what was in that sketchbook.

“Sae-byeok,” you said teasingly, glancing up at her. “You know, it’s really unfair that you’re teaching me how to draw, but you won’t let me see your best work.”

She stiffened slightly, her pencil pausing mid-stroke on her own paper. “It’s not ready,” she said, her tone clipped. “I told you, it’s just random doodles and practice.”

You frowned, setting your pencil down. “Practice for what? You’re already amazing. I don’t get why you’re hiding it from me.”

Sae-byeok avoided your gaze, the faintest hint of pink creeping up her neck. “It’s personal,” she muttered. “Can we just focus on your drawing?”

You sighed, letting the subject drop—for now. But the curiosity gnawed at you. What could she possibly be drawing that she didn’t want you to see?

The session continued, the two of you falling into a comfortable rhythm, but as the evening wore on, Sae-byeok’s phone wouldn't stop buzzing on the table, making her frown before standing abruptly. “I’ll be right back,” she murmured apologetically before grabbing her phone. “Keep practicing.”

You watched her leave the room, her footsteps fading down the hall. Your gaze drifted back to her bag, left carelessly open in her rush. The corner of her sketchbook peeked out, and your heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t like Sae-byeok to be so careless with her belongings, the phone call completely gaining all of her attention to just leave everything behind, especially her sketchbook.

Your curiosity got the better of you. Hesitantly, almost guiltily, you reached over and pulled the sketchbook from her bag. Your hands trembling as you flipped it open, half-expecting to find technical practice sketches or random doodles like she said, but what you found was something entirely different.

The first page stopped you cold: it was a drawing of you. The details were unmistakable—your smile, the way your hair fell across your face, the sparkle in your eyes. You stared at it, stunned, before turning the pages.

Another sketch. This time, it was you and Sae-byeok, sitting together on a park bench, her arm draped casually around your shoulders. The next one showed you both in a coffee shop, leaning in close, sharing a laugh.

Your heart raced as you flipped through page after page. The drawings grew more intimate—her figure wrapped around yours in a desperate hug, the two of you sharing a quiet moment under a starry sky. And then, near the back of the sketchbook, was the one that took your breath away: the two of you standing at an altar, dressed in wedding attire, exchanging vows. The detail was immaculate, down to the way her hand cupped yours, the lace detailing on your dress, the sleekness of her plain yet elegant black suit, the soft, yet happy expressions on both of your faces.

You stared at the sketch, your emotions swirling. Sae-byeok had been imagining this—you and her, together, as more than friends. She had been hiding this entire side of herself, these feelings, in her art.

The sound of the door opening startled you, and you quickly looked up to see Sae-byeok standing in the doorway. Her eyes immediately locked onto the sketchbook in your lap, and her expression shifted from mild confusion to alarm.

“Y/N…” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but the panic in her tone was clear. She crossed the room in three quick strides, snatching the sketchbook from your hands.

"Sae-byeok, I..." You paused, trying to collect your thoughts. "I don't know what to say. This is... a lot."

Sae-byeok clutched the sketchbook to her chest, her face pale. “You shouldn’t have looked,” she muttered, her voice tight with fear. “Th— it wasn’t meant for you to see.”

At the sound of silence and realization striking down on her, Sae-Byeok couldn't help but feel an unwelcome dread wash over her. The way she snatched the book from you, the way she scolded you as if you were a small child with your hand in the cookie jar when she had been drawing pictures of you, she felt her resolve start to slip.

Sae-byeok's face fell even further, her eyes filled with regret as she fought back tears. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

You shook your head, your heart softening as you saw the pain in her eyes. "No, it's not that. It's just... I didn't expect this. I didn't know you felt this way."

Her eyes flickered to yours, and for a moment, you saw the vulnerability she worked so hard to hide. “Because I didn’t want to ruin things,” she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, or—”

“You wouldn’t have,” you interrupted gently. “Sae-byeok, these drawings… they’re beautiful. And the fact that you’ve been imagining us like this…” You trailed off, your cheeks flushing. “It doesn’t make me uncomfortable. If anything, it makes me feel… special.”

Her eyes widened slightly, as if she couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing. “You’re not… mad?”

“Mad?” you repeated, shaking your head. “Of course not. I just wish you’d trusted me enough to tell me sooner.”

"I care about you, Sae-byeok. But I need to know if this is what you really want... or if you were just lost in your own thoughts." you add on, your voice soft, unwavering, and reassuring, the walls Sae-Byeok had built around her own heart slowly starting to break.

Her eyes widened at your words, as if she hadn't expected you to say that. Slowly, she stepped closer to you, her voice quiet but firm. "I want us to be something more. I—I don't want to hide anymore.”

“You mean a lot to me, Sae-byeok. And if you really feel this way then… maybe we could see where it goes. Together.”

For a long moment, she just stared at you, her guarded expression softening as your words sank in. Slowly, a small, tentative smile curved her lips. “You’d really want that?” she asked quietly, her voice wavering with uncertainty.

You smiled back, reaching out to rest a hand on her arm. “Yeah, I would.”

The tension between you melted away, replaced by something warm and new. Sae-byeok set the sketchbook down on the table, bringing her hand to rest against yours.. “Thank you,” she said softly. “For not running away.”

“I’d never run away from you,” you replied. “Not when you’ve been brave enough to share this with me.”

And as the two of you stood there, the unspoken feelings that had been hidden in her art finally brought into the open, you knew this was the start of something beautiful—something worth holding onto.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

. . UNCUT SCENE . .

Even after her slip up of leaving her sketchbook in the open for you to find her hidden confessions, the lessons still persisted on as usual. Friday soon became Sae-byeok’s favorite part of the week. With each art lesson, and each shared laugh, she felt the invisible wall she’d built around herself begin to crumble even more. You had a way of making her feel seen—really seen—and it terrified her as much as it thrilled her. She’d never been good at expressing herself, especially when it came to feelings. But lately, every time you smiled at her, every time you looked at her with those kind, genuine eyes, even after everything that had gone down between you two, she felt at peace, now with the thought that her feelings had been reciprocated.

It was after one of your usual lessons, the two of you lingering in the now-empty classroom, both of your sketchbooks spread out on the table. You were showing her a rough attempt at shading, and though you called it clumsy, Sae-byeok thought it was impressive for someone who’d just started. She tried to focus on giving you tips, but her mind kept wandering. The idea had been swirling in her head for days, and the longer she sat there beside you, the harder it became to ignore.

“Sae-byeok?” you said, pulling her from her thoughts. “Are you okay? You’ve been a little quiet.”

Her heart thudded in her chest at the concern in your voice. She quickly looked down at her hands, twisting her pencil nervously. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she mumbled, though her voice betrayed her nerves. “Just… thinking.”

You tilted your head, curiosity dancing in your eyes. “About what?”

Sae-byeok hesitated, her grip tightening on the pencil. Her pulse pounded in her ears, and she felt a wave of doubt wash over her. What if she ruined everything? What if you didn’t feel the same? But then she looked at you—at your warm, patient expression—and something inside her told her to take the chance.

“Um…” She cleared her throat, still unable to meet your gaze. “I was just… wondering if… maybe you’d want to—” Her words caught in her throat, and she took a shaky breath, forcing herself to continue. “If you’d want to… hang out. Outside of class.”

Her voice was barely above a whisper by the end, and her cheeks burned with embarrassment even with the knowledge of you reciprocating her feelings. She quickly glanced at you, and the slightly surprised look on your face made her want to crawl under the table. “I mean, you don’t have to!” she added quickly, her words tumbling out in a rush. “It’s just a thought. If you’re busy or not interested, that’s totally fine as well I—”

“I’d love to,” you interrupted, your voice soft but certain.

Sae-byeok froze, her eyes widening as she processed your words. “You… would?”

You smiled and nodded eagerly, the warmth in the motion made her chest tighten. “Of course. I think it’d be fun. Did you have something in mind?”

Her mind raced. She hadn’t thought that far ahead—she’d been so focused on just working up the courage to ask you that she hadn’t considered what would happen if you actually said yes. “Uh, maybe… coffee?” she offered, her voice shaky. “Or… or a movie? I mean, if you like movies…”

You laughed gently, and the sound was so light and genuine that it eased some of her nerves. “Coffee sounds perfect,” you said. “How about this weekend?”

Sae-byeok blinked, her heart skipping at the thought of spending time with you—just the two of you. She nodded quickly, afraid she’d lose her nerve if she didn’t. “Yeah. This weekend. That works.”

“Great,” you said, your smile softening as you met her gaze. “It’s a date.”

Her breath hitched at the word, and she felt her face grow even warmer. She didn’t dare correct you, though. Maybe—just maybe—it could be a date.

As you packed up your things and said goodbye, Sae-byeok watched you leave, her heart racing in her chest. She couldn’t believe she’d done it—she’d actually asked you out. And you’d said yes.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The weekend arrived far faster than Sae-byeok was prepared for. She stood in front of the small mirror in her room, staring at her reflection and trying to decide, for the hundredth time, if she looked okay. Her dark hair was tucked neatly behind her ears, and she wore a simple sweater and jeans—nothing too fancy, but nice enough to show she’d put in some effort.

Her stomach churned with nervous energy as she smoothed her sweater for what felt like the millionth time. Was it too plain? Should she have worn something else? But everything else she’d tried on had felt wrong, and this was the only outfit that didn’t make her want to hide under her bed.

She let out a shaky breath, placing her hands on the dresser to steady herself. “Okay, Sae-byeok,” she muttered, her voice low and hesitant. “It’s just coffee. You can do this. It’s not a big deal. People go on coffee dates all the time.”

She bit her lip, her reflection staring back at her with wide, uncertain eyes. “But what if it is a big deal?” she whispered, the fear creeping in. “What if you mess it up? What if you say something stupid, and she never wants to talk to you again?”

Her hands tightened into fists against the dresser as the doubts swirled in her mind. She’d never done anything like this before—never let herself be vulnerable like this. And now, she was about to sit across from you and try to act like she wasn’t completely out of her depth.

She straightened up, gripping the edge of the mirror as if grounding herself. “No,” she said firmly, her voice a little stronger. “You’re overthinking it. She said yes because she wanted to spend time with you. That means something, right?”

Her reflection didn’t answer, but she took a shaky breath, trying to believe her own words. “Just be yourself,” she continued, her tone softening. “She already likes you enough to say yes. You don’t have to be perfect. Just… don’t run away.”

The faintest smile tugged at her lips as she imagined your smile, your warm eyes looking at her like she was someone worth noticing. That thought alone was enough to make her heart race, but it also gave her a flicker of courage.

“You can do this,” she whispered, her voice almost a plea. “You’re strong. You’ve been through worse than this. And maybe… maybe this is your chance to finally have something good.”

With that, she gave herself one last look in the mirror, straightened her sweater again, and grabbed her bag. As she headed out the door, her nerves still buzzed under her skin, but there was a spark of hope that kept her moving forward.

And as she made her way to the café, she repeated one thought in her mind over and over: You can do this. You’re enough.

Sae-Byeok reached the café ten minutes early, her heart hammering in her chest as she approached the glass door. She hesitated for a moment, catching sight of her reflection in the glass. She adjusted her sweater again, tucking her hair behind her ears for what felt like the hundredth time. Her palms were damp, and she wiped them on her jeans before finally stepping inside.

The cozy atmosphere was filled with the comforting scent of freshly brewed coffee and quiet chatter. Sae-byeok scanned the room quickly, hoping you hadn’t arrived yet. To her relief, the table near the window you’d suggested was still empty. She let out a small, shaky breath and made her way over to claim it.

She sat down, her hands clasped tightly on the table as she waited. The nerves bubbling inside her made it impossible to sit still; she tapped her foot softly against the floor, glancing toward the entrance every few seconds.

When you finally walked in, Sae-byeok felt like the air had been knocked out of her chest. You looked casual but effortlessly pretty, your warm smile lighting up the room as you spotted her. For a split second, she froze, unsure of what to do. But then you waved at her, and despite the frantic beat of her heart, she managed to lift a hand in return.

“Hi,” you said as you reached the table, your voice as cheerful and kind as ever. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting long.”

Sae-byeok shook her head quickly, standing up to meet you. “No, not at all,” she said, her voice a little quieter than she intended. “I—I just got here.”

You smiled, setting your bag down as you took the seat across from her. “Perfect timing, then.”

The way you looked at her, your gaze so focused and genuine, made her cheeks warm. She fidgeted with the edge of her sleeve under the table, trying to steady her breathing. This was real. You were here, sitting across from her, and it wasn’t just some far-off dream.

“So,” you began, leaning forward slightly. “What’s your go-to coffee order? Or are you more of a tea person?”

Sae-byeok blinked, caught off guard by the question. She wasn’t used to people asking her such simple, thoughtful things. “Uh… coffee,” she said, her voice soft. “Just black, usually.”

“Straight to the point,” you said with a grin. “I like that. Do you want me to grab it for you?”

“Oh—no, it’s okay,” she said quickly, starting to rise from her seat. “I can get it myself.”

But you waved her off with a laugh. “It’s fine, really. Sit tight—I’ll be right back.”

Before she could protest, you were already heading to the counter. Sae-byeok sat back down, her hands gripping her knees under the table as she tried to process what was happening. You were so at ease, so kind, and she couldn’t help but feel a little overwhelmed by it.

Relax, she told herself, taking a deep breath. She likes you. She wouldn’t be here if she didn’t.

When you returned with two steaming cups of coffee, setting one in front of her with a soft smile, Sae-byeok felt a flicker of warmth spread through her chest. “Thanks,” she murmured, her fingers wrapping around the cup.

“No problem,” you said, taking a sip of your own drink. “So, tell me—how did you get into drawing? I’ve been curious since we talked about it.”

The question made her pause, a mix of shyness and pride bubbling up inside her. “I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice still quiet. “I guess I’ve always liked it. It’s… easier for me to say things on paper than out loud, I guess.”

You tilted your head slightly, your expression thoughtful. “That makes sense. I think it’s cool how art can show people who you are, even when words feel hard.”

Her gaze flicked up to meet yours, surprised by how effortlessly you seemed to understand her. She felt a faint smile tug at her lips as she replied, “Yeah… something like that.”

The conversation flowed more easily after that, your questions pulling her out of her shell little by little. For the first time in what felt like forever, Sae-byeok felt seen and heard—not just as the quiet, brooding girl in the back of the class, but as someone worth getting to know.

And as the minutes turned into hours, the nerves that had weighed her down began to fade, replaced by a soft, tentative hope. Here the two of you were, indulging in just the beginning of her fantasies, and for once she hadn't envied the girl on the paper of her sketchbook that resembled her, as she was now making her dream into a reality.

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squid game women: pregnancy and birth headcannons

kang sae byeok x f!reader, kang no-eul x f!reader, ji-yeong x f!reader, cho hyun-ju x f!reader, se-mi x f!reader

how going through reciprocal IVF, and pregnancy, would go with these partners <3

warnings: reciprocal IVF is when one woman takes her egg, along with a sperm donor to create an embryo, then implants it into the other woman to carry :D hyun ju can't go through reciprocal IVF so she is the only exception on here

this is for my sapphics and lesbians

kang sae-byeok x you

deciding to go through reciprocal ivf is something you and sae-byeok talk about for a long time.

you've been with your fiancée for seven years, you know how kind she is underneath her tough persona.

you love the idea of carrying a child that is biologically hers, and she loves that you want to do this together.

the vice versa will happen someday, but you'd happy to be the carrier for the first.

from the moment you start treatments, sae-byeok becomes incredibly protective.

she reads everything she can find.

hormone injections, side effects, potential risks.

she may not always express emotions openly, but she wants to be prepared to support you in every way.

the process is nerve-wracking. when it’s time for the embryo transfer, she holds your hand tightly, squeezing just enough to ground you.

she whispers reassurances, telling you no matter what happens, you’ll go through it together.

the two-week wait to see if the transfer was successful is agonizing.

you analyze every little symptom, overthinking, doubting. sae-byeok keeps you grounded, reminding you not to stress, even though she’s secretly just as anxious.

when the test comes back positive, she doesn’t cry, but her arms wrap around you tightly, her forehead resting against yours.

“we’re going to be someone's parents,”

she murmurs, gripping you like she never wants to let go.

the journey :D

sae-byeok becomes hyper-aware of your needs.

she always makes sure that you eat properly, stay hydrated, and rest enough.

you tease her about being overly protective, but truthfully, it makes you feel so safe.

the morning sickness hits hard, and though she hates seeing you suffer, she does not let you go through it alone.

she researches what helps, keeps crackers by the bed, rubs your back when you lean over the toilet.

“breathe, baby. you’re doing amazing.”

as your belly grows, she watches in fascination.

she loves pressing her hand over your bump, thumb stroking the skin absentmindedly.

the first time she feels the baby kick, she freezes.

afterwards she beams.

its the brightest smile you’ve ever seen on her face.

every night, she talks to the baby.

at first, she’s hesitant, voice shy, but soon, she grows into it.

“hey, little one. it’s me, your eomma. i can’t wait to meet you, okay? you’re already so loved.”

when you find out you’re having a boy, sae-byeok lights up.

she was excited regardless, but now, knowing it’s a boy, she’s thrilled.

she’s raised cheol and loved every second of it.

now, she gets to do it again with your shared child.

you cry during the ultrasound, overwhelmed by the sight of your baby.

sae-byeok wipes your tears with gentle fingers, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“he’s going to be perfect,”

she whispers.

she takes on assembling the nursery all on her own.

you come home to find her halfway through building the crib, looking so concentrated, muttering curses in korean when the pieces don’t fit.

she loves buying little outfits, especially tiny sneakers.

“look at these,”

she says, holding up a pair of mini adidas.

“he’s going to be stylish like his eomma.”

many nights, you and your woman loves to ask many questions.

“what if he has your nose?”

you wonder aloud.

sae-byeok smirks.

“i hope he has your smile.”

when the contractions start at 37 weeks, sae-byeok is calm.

she might be panicking inside, but she doesn’t let it show, keeping you focused, helping you breathe.

at the hospital, she doesn’t leave your side.

not for a second.

she holds your hand through every contraction, the other hand smoothing sweaty hair from your forehead.

labor is long, exhausting, intense, but she is your rock.

“i know it hurts,”

she murmurs, pressing soft kisses to your knuckles.

“you’re the strongest person i know, baby. i’m right here.”

when it’s finally time to push, she’s right there, whispering,

“you can do this. i know you can.”

the moment your son is born, his cries fill the room, and your own tears spill.

you’re exhausted but relieved, and then you see sae-byeok’s expression.

she’s stunned. completely awestruck. when the nurse places your son on your chest, sae-byeok gently reaches out, tracing his tiny fingers.

“he looks just like you,”

you whisper breathlessly, staring at his delicate features.

he does.

the little boy's almond-shaped eyes, the curve of his lips...they are all sae-byeok. it’s uncanny.

sae-byeok chokes up. you see it in the way she swallows thickly, eyes glassy.

“he’s perfect,”

she whispers.

she watches as you hold your son, love and admiration evident in her gaze.

when it’s her turn to hold him, she’s hesitant, as if afraid she’ll break him.

the second he’s in her arms, something shifts.

“hi, little one,”

she whispers, brushing her fingers across his chubby cheeks.

he squirms but doesn’t cry, almost as if recognizing her already.

“you’re so beautiful,”

she says softly, in absolute awe.

you watch her cradle him, murmuring in korean, and your heart nearly bursts.

ji-yeong x you

ji-yeong never thought she’d be here.

she never thought she’d want this, wanted parenthood.

for most of her life, she never imagined being a mother, never let herself dream of having a family.

there was too much pain involved and too much loss.

why bring a child into a world that once showed her nothing but cruelty?

after surviving the games, something changed.

she was given a second chance and with you by her side, she started seeing the world differently.

ji-yeong did not see it as just as a place of suffering, but as a place where love could exist, where healing was possible.

the woman still hesitated, though.

she was scared.

when you told her you wanted to carry her child, that you wanted a piece of her to live on in something beautiful, she felt something in her chest crack open.

she wanted this.

she wanted this with you.

the ivf process was overwhelming, and ji-yeong wasn’t great at handling emotions, but she was there for you.

she researched everything, attended every appointment, held your hand through every step.

when you got the positive test, she froze.

ji-yeong didn’t cry, she didn’t speak.

all she did was just pulled you into her arms, burying her face into your shoulder, breathing in the moment like she needed it to survive.

the journey :D

ji-yeong was so nervous in the beginning.

she worried she wouldn’t know how to be a good partner, how to support you properly.

she overcompensated by bringing you things all the time.

snacks, warm blankets, flowers for no reason.

“you’re taking care of two now,”

she’d mumble, placing another snack in front of you.

you’d laugh, shaking your head, but appreciating her attentiveness.

the first ultrasound changed something in her.

she saw the tiny flicker of a heartbeat on the screen, and for the first time, she felt it.

this wasn’t just a decision.

this was real.

this was her baby that you were carrying.

when you found out it was a girl, ji-yeong actually let out a breath of relief.

an all-girl family.

there was no father figure to fear, no possibility of the life she lived repeating itself.

she felt safer knowing it was a daughter.

she always said she didn’t care about the gender, but deep down, she needed this.

“she’s gonna be so cool,”

ji-yeong would say, resting her head on your belly.

“we’ll teach her about music, and video games, and—oh, she’s gonna have the best style. no baby frilly pink stuff, i’m serious.”

she was so soft with you.

ji-yeong, who always acted aloof, who always teased and played things off, was suddenly waking up earlier just to make sure you ate breakfast.

she’d read to the baby sometimes, though she tried to act nonchalant about it.

you’d catch her mumbling stories late at night, one hand resting over your belly, as if she was already bonding with your daughter.

after 39 weeks... ji-yeong was terrified when the contractions started.

she kept it together for you, but internally? she was freaking out.

ji-yeong hated seeing you in pain.

the woman held your hand the entire time, whispering quiet encouragements even though her voice was shaking.

she didn’t cry, but her eyes were glassy, focused entirely on you, as if she could transfer all your pain onto herself if she tried hard enough.

finally after some time.. your daughter was here.

ji-yeong’s world stopped when she heard the first tiny cry. she barely registered the doctor announcing,

“it’s a girl,” since she already knew.

when they placed your daughter on your chest, ji-yeong hesitated.

she wanted to reach out, to touch her, to hold her, but suddenly, a crushing fear settled in.

"what if i can’t protect her? what if she ends up hurt, alone, abandoned? what if history repeats itself?"

ji-yeong wanted this.

she knew that but staring at her daughter, so small, so fragile, she felt terrified.

you noticed the way ji-yeong stared, her eyes distant, fear creeping in.

you squeezed her hand, bringing her back.

“she’s going to be okay,”

you whispered, voice steady despite your exhaustion.

“because she has us.”

ji-yeong let out a shaky breath, her fingers twitching before she finally reached out, brushing her daughter’s tiny hand with her fingertips.

your daughter’s fingers curled slightly around hers, and ji-yeong broke.

she leaned in, pressing the softest kiss to her baby’s forehead, her eyes shining with something raw and real.

as you watched her, you knew ji-yeong was going to be the best mom in the world.

even if she never expected to be one.

kang no-eul x you

no-eul never thought she would have another child.

after everything she went through to get seo-yeon back, she swore she would never go through that kind of pain again.

she didn't need anything else.

seo-yeon was enough.

however, there was you.

you had been there for her through everything.

you've been with her through the long nights of waiting, the uncertainty, the frustration.

you held her through the tears, reassured her when she felt like she’d never see her daughter again.

when she did, you were there too. right beside her.

seo-yeon was two when the conversation started.

it was casual at first...something small, something distant.

“i think… i’d like for her to have a sibling,”

no-eul admitted one night, her fingers brushing against your hand.

you agreed but you both knew you wanted this to be together, something that tied both of you into this growing family.

after a long discussion, you both decided that no-eul would carry your egg.

“you’ve done this before,”

you said softly.

“and i think it would be nice, having a little girl that’s biologically mine.”

she nodded, lips pressed together, but you could see the emotions in her eyes.

this was a big step, one she never thought she’d take.

she wanted this.

she wanted this with you.

the journey :D

from the moment the pregnancy test turned positive, you spoiled no-eul.

she didn’t ask for it.

she never asked for anything.

however, you could see the way her body adjusted, the way she carried herself differently, the quiet discomfort she tried to hide.

“i’m fine,”

she would say, but you knew better.

you weren’t letting her go through this without being treated like a queen.

the morning sickness hit her hard, and you were on it.

herbal teas, cool washcloths, soft touches along her back as she leaned over the sink.

“you don’t have to do all this,”

she mumbled one morning, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

you kissed her temple, brushing stray strands of hair behind her ear.

“i want to.”

no-eul was never one for outward affection, but pregnancy softened her in ways neither of you expected.

she let herself be comforted.

no-eul let herself lean into your warmth instead of pushing it away.

she rested against you more often, let you rub her swollen feet, let you hold her when exhaustion settled deep into her bones.

seo-yeon was fascinated by the pregnancy, constantly asking questions, resting her small hands on no-eul’s belly, talking to the baby like they could understand.

“i think she’ll be bossy,”

you teased, watching seo-yeon give a full speech to her future sibling.

no-eul chuckled, running a hand through her daughter’s hair.

“she gets that from you.”

when the ultrasound revealed you were having another girl, no-eul let out a soft breath. a smile stretched across her lips, small but real.

you squeezed her hand.

“you okay?”

she nodded.

“yeah… i’m happy.”

no-eul was never one to show fear, but as labor began, you saw it aka the slight tremor in her hands, and the deep breaths she took to steady herself.

she had done this before, but it had been different.

this time, she wasn’t alone.

this time, she had you.

you held her hand through every contraction, whispering soft encouragements, pressing kisses to her temple.

“you’ve got this, baby. i’m right here.”

it was long and exhausting.

no-eul was strong and you had never seen her stronger.

when your daughter finally entered the world, a small cry filling the room, no-eul broke.

the woman's hands trembled as they placed the baby on her chest.

she stared down at her daughter, the tiny life she had carried.

its your daughter, and no-eul's lips parted, her breath shaky.

“she looks just like you,”

she whispered, voice thick with emotion.

she did.

the shape of her nose, the curve of her lips.

your daughter was undeniably yours.

you brushed damp hair from no-eul’s forehead, pressing a lingering kiss there.

“she’s perfect.”

no-eul nodded, but she was speechless.

you had never seen her this quiet, this soft.

she cradled the baby carefully, as if afraid she might disappear if she held on too tightly.

se-mi x you

se-mi had always been cool about things.

she didn’t get overly emotional, didn’t overthink the future, semi just lived.

when you started talking about ivf and the possibility of having kids, something in her shifted.

you've been with se-mi for about five years.

the woman wasn’t the type to voice big, sappy declarations, but when you told her you wanted to carry her children, she simply nodded and said,

“okay. let’s do it.”

she thought the idea of you carrying her babies was not only hot, but loving.

se-mi's confidence kept you grounded.

she never wavered, never second-guessed.

when you were nervous about the process, she squeezed your hand and said,

“whatever happens, we’re in this together and I am here for you, okay?”

she was always calm, always composed.

when the doctor told you both that two embryos had implanted successfully, her eyebrows lifted slightly.

“twins?”

she asked, as if double-checking.

when the doctor confirmed, she just smirked.

“guess we’re going big, huh?”

despite her casual demeanor, she was so excited.

she didn’t say it outright, but you could tell. s

he was always looking up twin-related stuff, researching double strollers, subtly adjusting things around the house to prepare.

the journey :D

se-mi showed her love through acts of service.

she wasn’t overly vocal about her feelings, but she made sure you were always taken care of.

craving something at 3 a.m.?

she was already on her way to get it.

too tired to get up?

she carried you to bed with zero effort.

swollen feet? she had ice packs and a foot massage ready.

“babe, you don’t have to—”

“shh,”

she’d say, pressing a cool water bottle into your hand.

“just take it.”

she never freaked out.

not when you got sick, not when the back pain kicked in, not even when you had a full-blown pregnancy meltdown over a broken shoelace.

she just handed you a new pair of shoes and pulled you in for a hug.

se-mi was always touching your belly.

she did it absentmindedly.

when you were watching tv, when you were cooking, when she was half-asleep in bed.

se-mi's hand would just naturally find its way there.

she loved feeling the twins kick.

she’d rest her palm against your stomach, feeling the movement, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“they’re strong,”

she murmured one night.

you raised a brow.

“like you?”

she smirked.

“like us.”

the moment your water broke at 34 weeks, se-mi was ready.

no panic, no scrambling.

she had the hospital bag, the car keys, and a calm but firm presence that made you feel safe.

at the hospital, she stayed by your side through everything.

se-mi held your hand during contractions, helped you breathe, brushed damp hair from your face.

“you’re doing amazing, baby,”

she murmured, voice steady as always.

“just a little longer.”

when the twins finally arrived, a boy and a girl, se-mi’s cool demeanor cracked just slightly.

she was still composed, but you saw the way her throat bobbed, the way her fingers trembled when she reached out to touch them for the first time.

“they’re beautiful,”

she whispered.

the boy had her nose, the girl had her sharp eyes.

she just stared at them, completely in awe.

cho hyun-ju x you

hyun ju and you are the exception on this thread.

the both of you went through natural conception, since hyun ju never had bottom surgery yet.

the thing is that a child together wasn’t something you and hyun-ju rushed into.

you've been with hyun ju for a very long time. seven years.

the idea of having childern came with deep conversations and quiet reassurances that no matter what, you’d face everything together.

hyun-ju was so thoughtful from the very beginning.

she made sure you felt comfortable, safe, and loved through every step of the journey.

she always asked what you needed, always reminded you that your body was incredible for doing this.

sometimes, hyun ju remembers that she doesn't have the body that you have to carry a pregnancy, but you always remind her that she is still a woman and a complete woman, the woman that you will always love.

when you found out you were expecting a girl, your heart swelled. you knew she was going to be so loved.

“she’s going to have the best mommies,”

you whispered, pressing a hand to your belly.

hyun-ju kissed your forehead and smiled.

“she really is.”

she was so soft throughout your pregnancy.

hyun ju always rubbed your back when you were sore, making sure you were eating well, constantly checking in without being overbearing.

“do you need anything, baby?”

she’d ask at random times, even if you were perfectly fine.

“just you,”

you’d reply, and she’d smile, pulling you close.

you often wondered what your daughter would look like.

would she have your eyes and hyun-ju’s nose?

or the other way around?

hyun-ju would laugh when you brought it up.

“either way, she’s going to be beautiful,”

she’d say, her hand resting protectively over your belly.

she talked to the baby all the time.

the taller woman's voice was so gentle, so full of love.

“hey, little one. we can’t wait to meet you. your mama is so strong, you know that?”

she wasn’t super vocal about her emotions, but she showed them in every action.

whether it was holding you a little longer when you felt emotional, or putting together the nursery late at night while humming softly to herself.

“you should rest,”

you’d say, watching her adjust the baby’s crib for the tenth time.

she’d glance at you with a smile.

“i just want everything to be perfect for her.”

when the contractions started at 40 weeks, hyun-ju was calm.

she had that calmness and patience thanks to the military.

hyun-ju's hand was steady in yours, her voice soft as she helped you breathe through the pain.

“you’ve got this, mama,”

she whispered, pressing kisses to your temple between contractions.

“you’re so strong.”

she never left your side through every moment of labor.

hyun ju was always right there and squeezing your hand, reminding you how incredible you were.

when your daughter was born, hyun-ju’s breath hitched.

the second she saw her, she went completely silent, just staring in awe.

the nurse placed the baby on your chest, and you both just stared.

she was perfect.

the perfect mix of you and hyun-ju.

the girl was biologically yours and hyun-jus!

“she’s so beautiful,”

you murmured, your voice breaking with emotion.

hyun-ju wiped at her eyes, smiling softly.

“she really is.”

after everything had settled, you caught hyun-ju sitting beside the hospital bed, your daughter cradled carefully in her strong arms.

she was so gentle, looking down at her with the softest expression you had ever seen.

“you okay?”

you whispered, watching her from the bed.

she nodded, swallowing hard.

“i just… i love her so much already.”

your heart melted.

“she’s going to be so lucky. she has you as her mommy.”

hyun-ju looked up at you, eyes full of warmth. she leaned over, pressing the softest kiss to your lips.

“and she has you, too.”

this a week to write. I hope you enjoyed <3

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[mooniema]

Period hcs | Squid game x reader

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featuring: Cho Hyun-ju, Ji-yeong, Kang Dae-ho, Kang No-eul, Kang Sae-byeok, Kim Jun-hee, Se-mi, Thanos

summary ; just some hcs for how I think the characters would act when reader is on their period, reader is afab, but I didn´t use She/her pronouns for reader

warnings ; shitty writing, mentions of periods and period sex (no description or anything though), reader has rather heavy period cramps

a/n ; this is my first request so i hope yall like it, I might write the one for Sae-byeok too or/and maybe make a second part on this if its wanted

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Cho Hyun-ju (Player 120)

She knows a lot about periods and how to help with them

She researched a lot about the female body when she started accepting her identity, so she knows how to take care of you

She brings you sweets and makes sure that your heating pad stays warms

She has pads and tampons in her apartment too and always makes sure to carry some with her

She gets protective and makes sure you rest enough and eat stuff, which won't make your period cramps stronger

Loves cuddling you, while you are on your period and often rests her hands on your stomach, gently massaging it

Uses a period app to track your cycle

Ji-yeong (Player 240)

I feel like she'd have rather strong cramps herself, so she'd have painkillers and a heating pad in reach for you

She also gets quite grumpy when she is on her own period and since you take good care of her, she returns that favor once you are on your own

If you both sync up and get yours together, you'll probably just stay cuddled up together under your blanket while watching each others favorite movies

Probably jokes around about helping you with your cramps with period sex

If you agree to that, she'd do it though

Kang Dae-ho (Player 388)

He has 4 older sisters so he knows a lot about periods and how to take care of you

And if he doesn't know what to do, he'll just aks them for advice

He makes sure he is always stocked up with painkillers, pads, tampons, sweets and anything else you might need

Also one to track your cycle with a period app

Makes sure to give you massages to ease any pain

Isn't really bothered by your mood swings because he knows you don't really mean it in a bad way and that you are just irritated from your period

He still takes everything that bothers you seriously and does not blame everything on your period

He also wouldn't let you do any hard chores during your period

Kang No-eul (Guard 11)

I think she wouldn't really have strong period cramps, so she wouldn't understand how you feel at first

After a while, she'd understand and do everything to help you with your cramps

Starts researching for ways to help with period pain

Makes sure to buy you painkillers and make you your heating pad

She'd try to cook healthier and include food, thats supposed to help with the pain

She'd also make sure you drink enough water or tea

Even though she isn't really physically affectionate on her own normally, she'd make sure to comfort and cuddle a lot with you

She'd also not let you do any hard chores

Kang Sae-byeok (Player 067)

I feel like she'd have heavier period cramps too and like she'd get a lot clingier, when she is on her period

Once its your turn with your period she'd take good care of you, doing your chores and making sure to reheat your heating pad if it gets too cold

Would also make you a lot of tea and healthier food

If you are on your period she gets more affectionate too

Whispering sweet nothings while holding you under your favorite blanket and watching something you decided on

Wouldn't be able to say no to any of your requests during your period

Would make sure you are well rested and not unnecessarily stressed

Kim Jun-hee (Player 222)

She is a sweetheart to you and this shows even more when you're on your period

Even though she currently doesn't need them, because of her pregnancy, she makes sure that there are more than enough pads and tampons in her house and she still keeps some in her bag for you

While she isn't really allowed to do many chores at the moment because of her pregnancy, she still helps you a lot when you are on your period

Also a fan of doing little things to help you de-stress, such as making you both tea and making sure you rest

She wants to give you the same care, which you give her every day

Se-mi (Player 380)

I think she wouldn't have heavy cramps, but she knows how bad they can get for others so when she first found out how bad yours were, she immediately made you a heating pad and drove to get you painkillers

She now keeps your painkillers stocked up as well as herbal tea, which is supposed to help

Also likes to prepare baths for you, while you are on your period and would then give you a massage

She'd also try to help you with your chores and would take care of you subtly like making healthier food in that week, reminding you to rest and drink etc

She'd probably bring period sex up to help you with your pain, but she understands if that makes you uncomfy

Thanos (Player 230)

I feel like this guy doesn't know a lot about them and that he'd think that cramps aren't bad at all

When he first sees how painful they are for you, he'd probably panic a little and then ask Se-mi or any other woman he knows for advice

If he went to buy tampons he'd probably ask what pussy size you have/j

He'd probably search a lot on the internet to find out about ways to help you

[bitchofdarkness]

"Get in formation. Seok-chan, you're with me."