#I loved them using yoo joonhyun for their fanfiction

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Brilliant Muse- Yoohankim

Word count: 2.1k words

or: read on ao3 here!

For @orv-gotcha-for-gaza!!! Prompt was yhk high school au, and I couldn't help but think of @/jomeimei421's yhk post so i couldn't not write it. Lemme be real i'm a vv tame person (unlike these fucking freaks) and so it's a little hard for me to write them but like. it's also so fun??? ty @sarcasticmirage for providing the prompt!!

its mostly pre-relationship but i did add a post getting together snippet for funsies <3, its a 3+1 (+1) style fic, lots of sillies

God I wish I knew more webnovel tropes. But so far orv is my first and only webnovel so cant say tm about leaning into clichés...

Warnings: swearing, minors making jokes about sex

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“Han Sooyoung,” Kim Dokja said, placing his phone down on his desk. “What is wrong with you?”

“What the fuck did I do???” she asked, teeth already bared at him.

He sighed, resting his elbow on the desk and placing his chin into his palm. “Yoo Joonghyuk would not say that.”

“Who the fuck told you this was Yoo Joonghyuk, stop fantasizing about him you freak—”

“His name is Yoo Joonhyun, you are so uncreative—”

“Say that again, I dare you—”

He didn’t even have time to respond before she reached across the desk, hands grabbing at collar. When he pried one of her hands off, she scratched at his hands. What was the need for nails that long in the first place? Kim Dokja was convinced she grew them out with the express purpose of torturing him. It wasn’t like she ever let her nails stay long for an extended period of time, so clearly it wasn’t for some aesthetic purpose.

“We’re in a library,” he reminded her.

Her grip loosened on his collar, pulling them away with a sigh. “Fine, we’re leaving. My place. And I’ll buy us snacks.” She reached into her backpack and fished out a whole stack of bills.

“How gracious of you to spend your hard-earned money on me,” he said, picking up his backpack. “Always humbled to be in your rich presence.”

“I could always just buy for myself.”

“Do it, then.”

About half an hour later, they arrived in her room, tossed the bag of snacks they’d bought off to the side of the bed and sat down.

“Why are you writing Yoo Joonghyuk fanfiction?” Kim Dokja asked, getting straight to the point.

Her cheeks puffed and her jaw clenched. “His name is Yoo Joonhyun.”

“Still too close.”

“Whatever. You keep talking about him every day, so I’m writing out the fantasies I know you’ve been having about him.”

He gagged. He never once thought of Yoo Joonghyuk like that.

“Yeah, I’d gag too. The fuck is your deal with him anyway, huh? You’ve got his name haunting my nightmares and shit. Be grateful I’m catering to your dogshit taste. Nobody else would ever write your Yoo Joonghyuk fanfiction."

He raised an eyebrow. “I thought you were insisting that it wasn’t?”

He instinctively raised his arms to block an impending lunge but to his surprise, she didn’t charge at him like a wild animal.

“This shit is specialized for you, you better appreciate it well, you asshole.”

He opened up his phone again, looking back at the first chapter draft that she’d sent him. It wasn’t nearly as polished as all of her other stories she’d written and posted were, but…

“Are you going to continue writing it?” he asked.

After a few seconds, she crossed her arms. “I’m sure I can find time for at least a chapter a week. You know, ‘cause I’m a genius writer.”

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

~•~•~•~•~•

⸢Yoo Joonhyun faced the constellations and smirked. “If you want to play games, then fine. I’ll play your games, hahaha.”

He was the <Ruler of Amusement> after all, there was no game that Supreme King would ever lose.⸥

“Hey, why’d you stop scrolling?” Han Sooyoung asked, frowning at him.

He frowned back. “Why is he laughing?”

She sighed. “Of course you wouldn’t understand. Don’t you get it? No, of course he would never normally laugh like that. But do you ever think about how Yoo Joonghyuk would feel throughout his lives? Gaming is his comfort, given that he always wins.”

He ignored how she didn’t even call her character by the proper name. ‘His name is Yoo Joonhyun’, what a joke. “I still don’t think he would laugh like that.”

“You’ve seriously got no sense of a character’s emotions, you know that? I’m a writer, I know full well.”

“I’m a reader.”

She scoffed. “Yeah yeah, I know that. Ugh. Whatever, I’ll maybe see to reword the scene, though I make no promises.”

He hummed, reading it over and now further on. The more he read on, the more he imagined being Yoo Joonghyuk, the more he could almost see her vision. Almost. At the very least, he could see where she was coming from. Han Sooyoung said nothing else, and he could feel her gaze heavy on him as he continued to leave comment after comment on the document.

Once he was done, she nodded, seemingly satisfied.

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As she figured, from the smug, cackling guys exiting the alleyway—the cackling pissed her off, so she beat them up—Han Sooyoung found Kim Dokja on the ground in said area. She stood a few metres from him as he composed himself, brushing off a few loose pebbles from his jacket.

Ugh. Annoying. Did he think being blank faced made him look cool or something? He looked pitiful, if anything. Every day she questioned why she hung around with a loser like him.

“Quit trying to act like Yoo Joonghyuk,” she said, turning out the alley.

“I'm not him,” he scoffed, “why would I ever want to act like that bastard?”

Despite his words, Han Sooyoung knew what he was probably thinking. He very much wanted to be Yoo Joonghyuk—pretty faced, strong muscles, whatever things men were aspiring to have and all that. But more importantly, to be untouchable. Nobody messed with Yoo Joonghyuk.

Probably because he's too much of an asshole for people to want to bother with, she thought.

“Ugh, speaking of him,” she said, walking on. “He’s been getting more fangirls lately. I've been seeing more people talk about him, and follow him around.”

“I know. People have been learning about his gaming and tournaments.”

“Right. You'd know, you're his number one fangirl.”

“I'm not a fangirl.”

“Sorry, number one stalker.”

“I don't stalk him.”

She rolled her eyes, even though she knew he wouldn't be able to see it. “Where's his place, from here?”

She turned to him. Obviously he wouldn't answer it, so it was up to staring at his dumb face in order to read him. Which didn't really say much, but she figured that he did know anyway.

“Whatever. I'm turning him into an animal for a few chapters, got suggestions?”

He hummed. “A wolf, maybe?”

She turned to him, disgusted. “I'm not fueling your omegaverse fantasies. I don't need your sex dreams, don't even tell me which you want him to—”

“Han Sooyoung, why was your first thought omegaverse?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Don't make him a cat, I can already tell you were going to project—”

“If I was a furry, I wouldn't be a cat, I'd be a dragon, excuse you. But I guess a wolf would fit Yoo Joonghyuk.”

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Han Sooyoung had just recently finished her next chapter—a more action-packed one. Honestly? Not her greatest stuff, but Kim Dokja seemed to be eating it up.

Of course, even a good author needed to make use of scenes with less emotional value or common tropes. It was about tying it all together, relating to the themes of the story. And Han Sooyoung was a genius of an author, so naturally Kim Dokja would enjoy what she wrote. She'd have to kill him if he didn't, given she put too much effort into writing it.

“Why Yoo Joonghyuk, specifically?” she asked.

He glanced up at her briefly, then went back to his little fanfiction.

“There's plenty of strong guys in the school. Or girls. Like Jung Heewon or whatever,” she continued.

He still didn't bother looking up at her. “Don't involve Heewon-ssi in your writing, she doesn't deserve that kind of treatment.”

Annoying.

“I bet I could take Yoo Joonghyuk on.”

“He goes to the gym, three times a week, and practices kendo with Heewon-ssi. The most I ever see you do is an occasional jog.”

“First off, fuck you. Second, you know I can fight, I beat up people all the time.” Beat up the people who bully you, went unsaid. “Yeah, he has size, and knows kendo, but this is a fistfight, and I will bite him."

“Gross. Don't tell me about your biting kink—”

She shoved her chair back and dove at him, hands grabbing at his collar. “Wanna die??? Want me to prove how strong I am?”

“Han—”

In the blink of an eye, her hands were pried away. She was spun around, hands now grabbing at her collar, lifting up with a stupid amount of ease.

“The hell are—”

Her eyes flitted up to see a face she hated. Stupid pretty face belonging to an asshole.

“Are you Han Sooyoung.”

She flailed, clawing at his arm, but he didn't even flinch. Bastard. What the hell was his arm made out of, metal?

“I assume you are,” Yoo Joonghyuk continued.

He turned to look at the side, and she followed his gaze, realizing that there were many pairs of eyes on them. From Kim Dokja on the floor staring up with pathetic, awestruck eyes, to Yoo Joonghyuk holding her in the air, they were drawing too much attention.

He seemed to think the same thing, leaving the library, still carrying her. What the fuck, why was he acting like she was just a bag of rice? He full on walked outside of the school, pushing her against a wall.

“I have questions,” he said.

She couldn’t even move her body enough to bite his fingers off, damn it. She gave up, looking up at his eyes. “Fine. Go on. Ask.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Why are you stalking and spreading information about me.”

“Huh? I’m not spreading anything about you—”

“Someone leaked the fact that I’m going into gaming.”

You weren’t exactly keeping it that much of a secret, she wanted to say, but held in her tongue. Kim Dokja barely had to do anything to find that out. “Your name would spread eventually the more you play. And that wasn’t me—”

He leaned closer, hands gripping tighter. “I know it was you. I have asked many people, and it all eventually leads to you.”

She sighed. “I’m not stalking you, and I don’t have a need to know whatever bullshit you do in your spare time, leave me alone.”

A second. Two. “You’re ly—”

Kim Dokja ran into the area, panting. And he had the nerve to insult her physical capabilities.

“Why are you here.”

Kim Dokja’s stupid wide eyes finally shone more normal. “What?”

“Wasn’t she bullying you. Why are you back. Leave. I have business with her.”

“Kim Dokja, fuck off,” she said. She was definitely gonna fight this guy, but she didn’t need Kim Dokja to see the possibility of her losing.

Yoo Joonghyuk turned back to her. “Because of you, people think that I am… a furry. They will not leave me alone.”

She blinked, twice, three times. “Pft. Don’t be rude to the furry community.” She knew full well how this whole thing was going. “Wolf? Be grateful you’re not something worse—” wait, shit, “not that it’s my fault.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I don’t know shit about you, leave me alone.” 

He glared, then lowered her down. “I am going to keep a close eye on you. Both of you.” He added, glancing at the silent Kim Dokja, then turned around and dramatically left. She could imagine an imaginary cape or trenchcoat swishing.

Ugh. She needed to avoid him at all costs.

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(He stuck annoyingly close. Closer than he ever had the right to be.)

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(Han Sooyoung opened her laptop, loading up one of her older documents. She pinched Kim Dokja’s side, trying to get his attention. As always, he was on his phone. She pinched him again, then turned her screen to face him better. “Should I rewrite this? Yoo Joonghyuk is too lame to say things like I wrote.”

“Didn’t I tell you he would not say that?”

“I’m talking about the shit you did approve of.” She huffed, leaning in to bite the exposed skin at his side.

He shoved her off of his lap. “Don’t bite me.”

“Too bad. As I was saying, I need to rewrite Yoo Joonhyun’s—”

“Are you two still writing that bullshit.”

She looked up, saw him towering over them. “What, you think I stopped just because you found out about it? A certain reader here is still desperate.”

“Don’t blame me for what you write.”

Yoo Joonghyuk turned to Kim Dokja. He bent down. “I am right here.” 

Han Sooyoung watched as he placed a firm kiss to his lips, the resulting noise muffled. “Gross. Keep that to yourselves.”

He turned to look at her again, then walked away. He didn’t even kiss her. Bastard.)

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