#Solo leveling x reader

[colorfulrook]

I have an idea:

Basically, it would be Reader and Jinwoo who have known each other for a long time. They're best friends, and Reader was always super affectionate with him when he was an E-rank. She treated his wounds, cooked him food, etc., and flirted with him directly, but Jinwoo ignored her advances every time (for him, it was just affection between friends), but Reader always continued even though it wasn't reciprocal.

When he became an S-rank, he got closer to the other hunters, especially Cha Hae In, and Hae In did the same thing Reader did for him (taking care of him), except that he reacted to her advances. Reader, seeing this, understood that she had to let it go and was happy for him despite the heartbreak. Everything she did for him, she did with the other hunters in the guild (brought back cookies, put bandages on Baek, while complimenting him on his muscles, etc.). Jinwoo seeing Reader being affectionate with everyone except him gives him a pang in his heart realizing that he hates it when Reader is with people other than him and begins to regret all the times when he didn't reciprocate and ignore her advances. One day when Reader is injured he goes to heal her and tries to do what Reader did for him hoping to be able to get closer to her again

Thank you so much for trusting me with your idea! I hope you will enjoy reading it and tell me if you liked it! I value quite much every opinion you throw ahaha, love you all - Rook

Ps: I proofread it a bit quickly so eventual grammar errors will be dealt it later!

Where the heart awaits [S.JW x F!Reader]

Pairings: Sung Jinwoo x F!Reader Word count: 1.5K Theme: Fluff, angst (Injury ahead!)

Being an A-Rank healer was tough, but it had its perks. You met all kinds of people—arrogant hotshots, quiet tanks, mages who thought they were gods, hell even S ranks—but none of them managed to leave you an impression like Jinwoo. Gentle, caring Jinwoo who, no matter the hardships of being an E-Rank, never backed down on a job.

You met him during one of your first dungeon after you awakening, despite having already some offers for all kinds of guilds, you politely declined, saying that you would like to lend a hand to the guildless people before committing to one.

That’s how you ended up in a cramped, damp D-Rank dungeon with a group of nervous, under-equipped hunters… and him.

He hadn’t said much at first—kept his head down, focused. You watched as he silently took more hits than he should have, trying to protect the others even though he was clearly exhausted. By the end, he was bloodied and limping, but smiling when he handed the core to a trembling C-rank who looked like he might burst into tears. You had walked up to him, healing magic already warm in your palms, and asked with piqued interest.

“Do you always try to be a martyr, or was today special?”

He blinked at you. Then he smiled. “Habit, I guess.” Feeling refreshed as you healed him, warm magic tickled his skin.

That was the start of your friendship.

From then on, things moved fast. Days turned into month that eventually turned into one year.

You started teaming up more often. Dungeons with Jinwoo became your favorite—how you waited eagerly every time there was a new dungeon, a smile forming everytime you read Jinwoo's name on the list. You could already feel your heart warming.

You began to see him after and before the raids, sometimes even cooking for him and his sister after a particularly gruesome outing. He walked you home after late-night cleanups. You learned how he liked his coffee, how he couldn’t handle spicy food, and that he always, always made sure everyone else was safe before thinking about himself.

You started to look forward to the way his eyes would light up when you brought snacks. To the little, tired smiles he’d give you at the end of a run. You flirted with him—openly, shamelessly—sometimes just to see him flustered. But he never responded to it. At first, you told yourself it was just because he was shy.

But you were wrong, he wasn't shy, he just thought you were very friendly.

It hit you one night when the two of you went out to eat in one of those small restaurant full of people and laughs. You'd teased him again—something flirty, casual, something about how you liked guys who were quietly heroic and kind to their teammates. Jinwoo had just laughed. Not nervous. Not awkward. Just… amused.

The thought of you referring to him went completely over his head.

"Don't worry (Y/n), you are an amazing person and hunter, I'm sure you will find someone you love soon enough!"

And that’s when it sunk in. You could feel your smile dropping a bit before regaining your composure.

To him, your kindness was just that—kindness. The way you patched him up, brought him home-cooked meals, dragged him out for breaks, gifted him silly little trinkets to cheer him up—he’d seen all of it as the affection of a good friend. And maybe, in his mind, he didn’t deserve more than that anyway.

So you smiled and kept going, because even if your heart ached sometimes, his presence was worth it. Being by his side was better than not being there at all.

Until it wasn’t anymore.

When Jinwoo came back from his double dungeon, you felt everything change, as if someone pulled a rug from under your feet and disrupted your carefully built balance.

He was stronger. Colder. More focused. You watched as he built his new life—his new guild—and got closer with hunters you barely knew. He spent more time with Cha Haein, and even though she didn’t speak much, she didn’t need to. The way she looked at him said enough. And worse, the way he looked back at her…

You decided to let him go.

You still talked frequently but you decided that it was time to do something with yourself, Jinwoo was happy with Haein, it was time to reach your happiness as well.

You decided to join Baek Yoonho's guild, feeling ready to lend your powers to a bigger group of people—it was time for a "fresh start" as you called it.

You loved it there, truly, you began to grow fond of every member of your usual dungeon party. Thus you decided to spread your affection to them.

You began to take extra care while healing everyone, especially Guildmaster Baek, handed cookies to the office staff, even embracing one of the rookies— "Gukkie" you called him with the affection of a big sister—in a warm hug for nailing one of the raids in a dungeon.

You didn’t mean it as payback. It was just you being you.

But Jinwoo slowly began to notice it.

And for the first time in a long time, he was the one watching you from the sidelines.

Jinwoo didn’t realize when it started—the way his eyes always followed you, shadows always at the ready to protect you.

Maybe it was the moment you tucked a blanket around Baek Yoonho’s shoulders after a gruesome raid and told him to get some rest, your voice warm with that same gentle tone you used to use just for Jinwoo.

"Master Baek, I know you are toning your body everyday but you must take care and rest after a dungeon!" you'd say pouting.

Or when you ruffled that one hunter's hair after he brought you a smoothie and said, “You’re getting sweeter by the day,” and Jinwoo had to stop himself from yanking your hand away, starved of your usual caring touch.

It didn’t hit him all at once. It crept up slowly, a quiet cold wave that nipped at his ankles. A sharp tug in his chest every time you smiled at someone else. And a heavy, sinking feeling when he realized that you haven't smiled like that at him for weeks.

You were still kind and affectionate during the now rare times you saw each others. But you didn’t linger anymore. You didn’t tease. No more late-night texts, no more lingering touches. You didn’t call him “handsome” with a laugh or sneak his favorite candy into his coat pocket before a raid.

And it was his fault.

Thinking back to before he went in that double dungeon left him with a bitter taste on his tongue.

He’d thought it was just how you were. That your softness belonged to everyone. He hadn’t realized—until it wasn’t his anymore—how much of it you had given only to him.

Now it was too late. Or maybe it wasn’t. He didn’t know.

Not until the day of an abnormal red gate dungeon.

When Jinwoo felt the pulse of the gate from across the city so stronge that even Igris twitched.

And then your name came through the emergency report from the White Tiger Guild.

A red gate. An unexpected ambush. An A-Rank healer, critically injured. You.

Jinwoo didn’t remember giving the order to teleport. He just moved. Shadows exploded from the ground like a tidal wave, launching him towards your position.

The first thing he noticed was how small and frail you seemed in Baek Yoonho's arms, whom looked at him with wide eyes.

"We closed the dungeon but we need to help her fast if we want her to live"

You were unconscious, blood seeping from your uniform, your breathing was shallow, and your mana flickered like a dying candle. Someone had tried to patch you up, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t you.

Jinwoo’s hands trembled as he touched your cheek. For a moment, all he could do was stare.

You were always the one healing. Always smiling through exhaustion, patching wounds, giving warmth without asking for anything back. Now you lay still, quiet and cold.

Something cracked deep inside him.

“Why didn’t I see it?” he whispered, almost angrily. “Why did I let you go?”

Beru stood silently nearby, his gaze lowered. Even his shadows stayed quiet, watching their king kneel beside the one person he could never bring himself to face until it was too late.

Jinwoo’s heart raced as his hands trembled, pouring every ounce of mana into you with a desperate kind of reverence, trying to heal the wound he had failed to stop. His shadows clung to you like a protective cocoon, dimly glowing with the magic he so freely gave, trying to mend what had been broken both in your body and in his soul.

"Please," he whispered again, his voice trembling with a vulnerability he had never shown before. "I can’t lose you. Not like this."

His forehead touched yours, and for a fleeting moment, the world faded into the background. The overwhelming pulse of his heart, the suffocating grief, the quiet dread of losing you—all of it seemed to blur as he focused entirely on you.

His breath came out in ragged gasps as he choked on the words he had kept buried for far too long.

“Wake up…” His voice cracked, the words barely audible. “Please. I still haven’t said it. I haven’t told you…”

But then he felt it—a soft pressure on his hand.

“Jinwoo…” Your voice was weak, your hand reaching up to gently touch his face. “I’m here…”

He leaned down, cheek pressed against yours as relief washed over him like a tidal wave. The fear, the doubt, the hopelessness that had gripped him melted away.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured softly, his hands brushing away the sweat on your forehead. “I'm sorry you had to wait for so long”

You smiled weakly as you felt the warmt of his words settle in your chest, maybe there was still hope after all.

[heyimkana]

Limerence (1/2)

AO3 Link

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo X Female Reader

Genre: YANDERE, smut, fluff

Summary: Being madly in love with your fiancée made you stay ignorant of the alarming signs Jinwoo had shown throughout the four years of your relationship with him. It was only until one incident happened that you realized that beneath his sweet smile and gentle demeanor lay a monster begging to be set free.

Content Warnings: graphic description of murder, gore, sexual scenes, implied sexual assault attempt (not by Jinwoo), severe obsession, power imbalance, emotional manipulation, dacryphilia

Word Count: 9K

@princeizuku wanted me to write Yandere!Jinwoo so this one's for you, Tina, I love you, baby ��❤️

This is a test, one that you don’t realize until it’s all too late.

It will only dawn on you later, once you have your feet shackled, your hands bound, and your mouth gagged, that it is never a coincidence that your fiancée, Sung Jinwoo, who’s always been so strict about not letting you out of his apartment without permission, left the front door unlocked this morning. It is a test of your loyalty, of your obedience. A test that will reward you with every nice thing the world could offer—a shelf full of your favorite books, dozens of pretty clothes, exquisite pieces of jewelry, and pleasure after pleasure in bed—if you agree to keep your oath to stay still in your room like the good girl he expects you to be. 

But you don’t plan on doing that, do you? You want to give in to temptation. You want to chase after your freedom, to live in a world where he doesn’t have his black wings wrapped around you. As you’re not aware that it’s a trial he gives you, another heartless game he plays, you do just that, leading you to fail the test.

And every failure bears its own consequences.

***

You think it’s a miracle when you feel the doorknob turn beneath your fingers, not knowing that this is the beginning of what will be the worst mistake of your life. After passing through so many attempts, so many days and nights where you tried to unlock it without him knowing, you were so close to giving up. You didn’t even bother to try at first. After all, Jinwoo would always ensure you were locked and secured inside his penthouse, giving you nothing to do except wait for his return. 

No matter how chaotic his schedule was, he would always come home in time, just a couple of hours after the sun had set below the horizon. And you would greet him with a kiss on the lips and your legs spread wide open the way you were supposed to, the way you had always done without fail in the last six months he’d been holding you captive.

Yet, for some reason today, perhaps out of habit, you find your feet dragging you back to the front door, mulling to yourself as to why your fiancée hasn't come home yet when it’s already an hour before midnight. There has been no text, no call. It was as if he had forgotten about you.

You almost laugh at the thought. Jinwoo will never forget about you. No matter how much you wish for him to. And that’s why you give it another try, your fingers twisting around the door handle, and suddenly… It clicks. 

It clicks open. 

It’s hard to believe that the world, as vast as it was, finally appears before you, completely yours to touch, to be lived in. It leaves you spellbound to your feet, unable to do anything but stare. 

Then, your mind starts to gyrate.

Jinwoo must have forgotten to lock the door this morning. He was in a hurry, after all. What was it—a dungeon break, he said? That’s your first thought.

No, he’s not stupid enough to make such mistakes. He’s always meticulous when it comes to these things. But then why? Why is the door unlocked? That’s your second.

And as you grip the handle with a quivering hand and a thrashing heart, pushing the door open, your third thought sinks in, louder than the voice of the angel on your shoulder telling you to stay put.

Run. 

It’s the only chance for you to escape, to retrieve the rights Jinwoo has taken away from you. It could be a trap, another warning echoes through your head, but with adrenaline pumping through your veins, your lungs breathing in the fresh air, your tongue so close to tasting the freedom you’ve yearned for, you decide to take the risk. 

Anywhere is better than here. ***

Twenty-eight-year-old Sung Jinwoo, the guild master of the renowned Ahjin Guild, sits calmly in the quietude of his private office room with his black suit unbuttoned and his collar unfastened. His paperwork is left untouched, stacked into a pile, his mind revolving into something else entirely. Loosening his tie with one hand, he pushes back his raven locks with another, his smile gracing his lips. He leans back comfortably on his swivel chair, his legs spread, his elbow propped on its armrest. He’s watching his favorite show. 

You.

“There she goes…” A small smirk tugs at his lips as he observes your every move, his cobalt blue eyes turning violet as he channels through his power. They gleam eerily in the darkness, radiant compared to the pale, silvery moonlight that bathes his equally pasty skin. If there’s one skill he’s eternally grateful for, it’s this—the ability to share senses with his shadow soldiers. 

To share senses with the one he’s placed on you.

Through the eyes of his most powerful knight, Igris, he can feel a slight surge of amusement and excitement rising within him as he watches you run. You’re trying your best to flee the home you share together—the most expensive, gorgeous, sacred heaven he bought solely to be with you, to keep you trapped. Your gullible, foolish mind thinks you can escape him somehow, not knowing that he has eyes and ears everywhere, forgetting that the last time his prey tried to escape him, they were shredded to pieces simply by a flick of his hand.

But Jinwoo won’t hurt you. No, of course not. He loves you, adores you with every fiber of his being. He loves you, still, even now, even after you decided that the cruel world outside his embrace was better than the paradise he’d offered you. And he will continue to love you until the stars crumble to ashes. 

That’s why he plans to keep you for eternity. Because he loves you.

It’s a shame, really, that you don’t see eye to eye. Instead of being grateful for the love he has given you, you choose to be terrified by the intensity of his affection, slipping away through his hand the second you find the chance simply because you think you’re not strong enough to handle being smothered by his love. But you are. You’ve always been more than enough.

No one could fit him better than you. No one could please him better than you do. You think you’re at your limit, but you aren’t. He knows you could take more of him, the same way you always did when he pushed into you at night, stretching your walls with his cock, molding you until you became the perfect sheath for him and him only. You always said it was too much, too big, too painful, but you always took him so well, didn't you? Clenching around him so tightly as if you never wanted to let him go. 

Jinwoo has memorized every detail of you like the back of his hand. He knows what’s perfect for you: him. And you… You are the thread that keeps him sane. The center of his universe. Without you, he’ll let everything burn to the ground. Without you, he'll destroy the heavens himself. 

And yet…

“I can’t believe you actually left me…” He brings his hand to his lips, veiling the sadistic grin that blossoms upon them. “After everything we’ve been through… After everything I’ve done for you…” He chuckles once, his gaze burning with the desire to dominate you. “You’re breaking my heart, Angel.”

He leans back in his chair, his strands rubbing against the headrest. Through his shared senses, he watches you break free from the elevator and sprint through the lobby without looking back. Jinwoo nibbles at the corner of his lip, his vile grin threatening to grow.

Run, Sweetheart. Run as fast as you can. Because once I get my hands on you…

His eyes flare, like purple torches shimmering in a black cave. 

I’ll make sure you’ll never leave me again. ***

Run, the word continues to chime throughout the labyrinth of your mind as you burst into the cold night air, your body saturated by the city lights. Although freedom is now within your hands, no fragment of your soul is ready to celebrate. You’re still terrified, anxious, feeling like you were still imprisoned, dancing in his palm with blazing shoes. 

I need to keep running. I need to be somewhere where he can’t find me.

But… where?

Jinwoo observes you intently, his body set aflame both by the fury of being betrayed and the thrill born from the things he plans to do to you once he gets his fingers wrapped around your throat again. He knows he'll have you back. He can catch you now if he wants to, but no, not yet. He craves to see more, to let you be happy with this freedom you thought you’d obtained on your own.

Because the happier you become, the easier he’ll break you down. Nothing hurts more than being entrapped in the crevice of hell after you descended from heaven.

And he’ll do it. Oh, he’ll break you apart until you can do nothing without him. He’ll make you grow so dependent on him until you’re left with no hope without his presence next to you, no desire to touch the outside world unless he guides you to. He won’t stop until you become his, entirely his—body, mind, and soul.

His smirk widens as he watches you run down concrete steps with nothing but your phone held tightly in your hand. You seem pathetic, adorably so. He can hear how your breathing starts to grow heavy, the untrained muscles in your legs begging you to slow down, to take a rest. Although you are oblivious to the fact that he’s closely monitoring your every move, you can feel dread chasing after you. You slip on the last tread, hissing at the pain bursting from your ankle. You didn’t break it, thank God, but it’s definitely sprained. Still, you refuse to give up.

You’re not yet certain where you should be running to; you just know that you have to before he returns to the neighborhood. You need to be as far away from his building as possible—from him—even if you had to chop one of your legs for it.

“Trying so hard to escape me… How cute,” Jinwoo utters aloud, his voice laced with mocking amusement at your little attempt. He enjoys watching you struggle, deriving some sadistic pleasure from witnessing the painful look on your face as your throat catches fire with each breath you take. He takes pleasure from it because he knows the more you hurt yourself, the more desperate you’ll be when you beg him to soothe you afterward. 

That pain on your ankle… He wants to kiss it away. His lips will move gently against your skin before he maps his way up to your knee, your thigh, your soaking cunt, and he’ll torture you just like that, licking you nice and slow, leaving darker bruises than the one that blooms on your injury. He’ll watch you whimper, smiling in satisfaction when you start pleading with your eyes, needing him to give you something much thicker, much bigger than his tongue. And he won’t give it to you. No, he won’t do it until you cry. Until you crumble to your knees, seeking for his mercy with tear-stained cheeks. Until you promise him that you’ll never leave him again. 

“Pretty. You’re gonna look so pretty for me, Angel,” he breathes out heavily, feeling himself harden beneath his trousers at the thought. "So fucking cute, begging for me to ruin you."

But he needs to be patient. The game has just started. ***

Beads of sweat drip off your chin as your skin is bitten by the cold of the frosty night. You’re so hasty in making your escape that you run only in the clothes Jinwoo had dressed you with—a beautiful white dress that brought your feminity to the surface.

White, he’s decided from the moment he laid eyes on you, is the perfect color for you. Purity, innocence, divinity—these are the words it represents, the terms he constantly uses to define you in his mind. He wears darkness like a cloak, but you are the blinding light that sheds it away from him. You are his new beginnings, the goddess he reveres. You’re not supposed to be tainted, but he’s a man eager to sin, and you’ll allow him, won’t you? You love to be stained by his hands, by his teeth. You look gorgeous in white, but you appear heavenly with purple roses blooming on your skin, ones that he bestowed with his mouth and fingertips. 

Shivers run across your skin as your lungs burn inside. You look up at the night sky above you, velvet black with no diamonds in sight. Winter will soon blanket the earth with its pure white snow. You can already taste the ice in the air with each breath you take.

How much time has passed since I left his building? You’re not sure. But with no money in hand and no wallet set up on your phone, you can’t travel far. If only Jinwoo hadn’t confiscated your belongings, you would’ve had something to purchase a train ticket to return to your home. All you have now is the silver ring he’s placed around your finger.

I can trade it, but…

You shudder at the thought. Jinwoo has promised he’ll never hurt you, and he’s kept his word in the last six months he’s been confining you inside the walls of his penthouse. You trust him, believe him to the point that you’re still somewhat assured that he will take you back without harming you, even if he catches you right now. But if you dare to toss away the token of his love, of the vows you’d exchanged…

He’ll never forgive me.

The sight of your ring glinting beneath the yellowish glow of the street lamps causes you to recall the day when he sank down to one knee, proclaiming his eternal love for you. You said yes, didn’t you? Without a sliver of doubt, you agreed to his proposal, your smile blinding, elation permeating your chest.

Why? You chastise yourself now as you drown in regret. Why was I so stupid? That time, you were so hopelessly in love with him, your mind submerged in the state of sheer happiness that you thought would last forever.

Jinwoo was perfect. Before he unveiled the monster hidden inside him, he was everything you ever wanted. Tall and handsome, modest despite possessing God-like powers, and above all that, he was a kind, respectful man. He was always so gentle with you—so, so gentle—embracing you like a porcelain doll, refusing to touch you unless you permitted him to. Every kiss was featherlight until you deepened it. Every caress was soothing on your skin until you begged him to bruise you. Back then, you wanted to be his, didn't you? You wanted to be the only one who could satisfy him in every way, to be the only woman who could wear his mark on your skin like a badge of honor. You thought it would be the sweetest dream to be claimed by someone as divine as Sung Jinwoo.

Until one incident happened, and it all turned into a nightmare, one that was everlasting, like the shadow that trembled beneath his feet. ***

It began six months ago, the event that changed everything. 

You were stuck in your office that night, trying to meet your deadline as quickly as possible. The hours had grown late. Amidst the frustration you held against yourself for not being fast enough to finish your reports, you gave your lover a quick call, apologizing for not being able to come home in time to celebrate your fourth anniversary together. 

Jinwoo, the perfect lover that he was, had already spent hours preparing for the special night. A set of your favorite dishes had been served, styled to perfection by his own hands. Romantic candlelights decorated the dining table, the perfect company to the crystal vase filled with fresh lilies to match your everlasting beauty. He had prepared two tall glasses and a bottle of your preferred red wine dipped in ice for a nice, romantic chat in front of the fireplace. Dozens of presents, filled with the items on your wishlist, were hidden in places for you to seek. And if you hadn’t texted him to let you know that you had to spend another few hours trapped in your cubicle, your fiancée would’ve been there with a bouquet of roses to escort you home the second you were off work. Everything was planned to perfection, as that was what you deserved. A perfect night for someone as perfect as you.

And there you were, ruining everything.

“Jinwoo?”

“Sweetheart,” he breathed out, almost longingly. As if just the sound of his name spoken in your voice rendered him weak. “Hey. I was just thinking about you.”

He’d never left your mind, and that sensual, husky voice of his was one of the reasons why. “Honey, I’m so sorry,” you sighed into the phone, massaging the bridge of your nose as both fatigue and a heavy sense of guilt filled you to the brim. “I swear, I thought I could finish my report in an hour or two, but I made a mistake, and now I have to redo everything. I’m probably gonna be stuck here for another hour or two. Is that all right?”

There were two seconds of silence that doubled the weight of your regret, but then— “Are you safe? Do you need me to be there with you?” Those were the questions he always asked, the only things that mattered. Everything else could wait, even his own feelings. 

Jinwoo could be in the middle of a perilous dungeon break, protecting the citizens from the starving beasts, and he would abandon everything at once if you so much as called his name, needing his presence. Your safety had always been his first and foremost priority.

However, as wonderful as it was, you often found it overwhelming, especially when you felt his shadow soldiers following your every step. That was why you made him promise not to place one on you, to give you a room to breathe. It was a proposition that he initially opposed, knowing it was the safest way to ensure your security, but he had also grown aware of how much your privacy mattered to you. He respected that. He trusted you. And, so, with a reluctant heart, he made his vow. 

You believed him, the way you always did. 

But what you didn't know was that in order to respect your privacy, he sacrificed everyone else’s. 

Jinwoo had sent hundreds of soldiers to spy on anyone who could come in contact with you. Every family member, friend, co-worker, security guard, even a regular passerby, if they so much breathed in the air that you breathed, then a beast resided beneath their feet. 

You promised him you'd be safe without him. He made sure you stayed true to your words. 

“Yes, I’m safe,” you answered him through the phone. “Don’t worry. I’m just gonna be sitting here in my seat, doing these stupid reports.” And missing you badly.

“You should quit your job. I’ll provide everything for you.”

It wasn’t a jest. You knew he meant every word, but you tittered anyway. “Maybe I will, once you marry me.”

“Princess, I would marry you this second, you know that. Just say the words, and I’m yours.”

You smiled, your heart fluttering in delight. Honestly, taking a quick trip to the nearest church and pronouncing your vows in front of the priest and a janitor as your witness wouldn’t be too terrible if it meant you could spend the rest of your eternity with him. “I want to marry you, too, Jin. I wanna marry you right now, but…”

There was a quaver in his breath, his voice tight. “But..?”

“I think I’d prefer it better if my family could see me walking down the aisle in my wedding dress.” And seeing you standing so handsomely in your suit, waiting for me near the altar, watching me with devotion in your eyes, the way you always look at me… God, I would trade the world for it.

Jinwoo sighed, yearning for the image you envisioned. “You in a wedding dress, huh? That is indeed a sight worth waiting for.”

“That’s right,” you giggled. “So, should we postpone it for a bit? Until I can find a dress that fits?”

“You better not take too long. You know how impatient I could be, especially when it comes to you.” You could visualize his sultry smirk vividly in your mind. “Now that I’m picturing you in a wedding dress, all I can think about is ripping that same dress off you.”

“Jinwoo…” It was unfair how easily he could make you pine for him, your body needing his touch so desperately just from hearing his raspy voice. “Don’t distract me like this, please. I’ve got work to do.”

“I’m sorry, love.” His voice, despite still sounding as soft as silk, turned deep, drenched with desire. “I just wish you were here with me right now. I know we spend every night and every morning together, but today, I just… I miss you so badly. Maybe it’s because we’re celebrating our anniversary tonight, but I haven’t stopped thinking about you all day.” 

You nibbled at your lip, sharing the same need. “I’ve been thinking about you all day, too.”

His breathing turned heavy before a confession followed. “It’s weird, I’ve never…” He tarried, a slight bashfulness growing evident in his voice. “I’ve never felt this way about someone before. You drive me crazy. It’s like I can’t live without you. I need you, Angel. Desperately so.”

Need, never want. He never craved you solely for your body. He needed you—your kindness, your smile, your kiss, your scent, your love, your everything.

“Come home, baby. Come home to me.”

You felt awful, devastated even, as you heard the wretchedness in his voice. It was your anniversary, for fuck’s sake, and you chose to stay miles apart from him instead of being in his embrace. And Jinwoo didn’t even complain about it, not questioning your actions, your decisions, just simply stating how much he longed for you. Would you have been so nice and understanding if you were in his shoes? If you had spent hours preparing for the perfect night just to see him cancel your plan at the last minute? It would’ve been difficult, for sure. 

And that’s why I want to marry him so badly, you thought to yourself as gratitude glowed inside you. You couldn’t wait for the day to come, to have your heart etched with his name. 

“I’ll finish this in an hour,” you uttered with a new set of determination. “I promise you.” 

“You don’t have to promise me anything. I understand. I adore this side of you, too, how responsible and hardworking you are.” You could sense the proud smile in his voice, could envisage just how soft and beautiful it was. “Just make sure you’ll always be safe. And text me when you’re about to finish. I’ll pick you up.”

You felt so loved, so taken care of. “I will. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Mm. I’ll be waiting for you at home.”

Home. You loved that word more than anything. It was an abrupt decision when you'd agreed to move in with him a year ago, a joyful burst of “Jinwoo, of course, I’d love to live with you,” to answer the invitation he'd proffessed with a soft blush permeating his cheeks. It was sudden, yes, but when you spoke your answer, you knew for certain that it was a choice you’d never regret. Because why would you, when you got to spend every second of every hour of your life with the man you loved?

“I love you, Jinwoo.”

“I love you, too, Angel.”

You ended the call, and it almost felt like a part of you died with it. 

The clock was ticking fast. 09.42 PM. You looked over to the stack of unfinished reports. Can I really finish all of these in an hour?

“Oh, Noona. You’re still here.”

A younger co-worker—a handsome man with deep obsidian eyes, a radiant, sunshine-esque smile, and spikes in his raven hair—peeked his head inside your cubicle. Lee Minsung, his name was, and you remembered it by heart as he was always there to assist you with your work when everyone else chose to turn a blind eye.

He was a brilliant man. Humble and selfless, with a great sense of humor. Based on the rumors spreading throughout the building, he used to be an actor when he was younger, but his career went downhill after he was involved in a scandal. You didn’t care enough to dig into more details, but if he was indeed an actor, he certainly had the look for it. 

Although he was popular among the women, for some reason, Minsung chose to tag along with you instead, always asking to be put in the same projects as you if the opportunity arose. He said he could breathe easy when he was with you, probably because you only saw him as a friend and nothing more, unlike all the other women who were nice to him to get a sliver of his affection.

“Yeah,” you grumbled. “I’m still here.”

“You haven’t finished yet? It’s almost ten.”

“I would’ve finished a while ago if I hadn’t inputted the wrong numbers. I’m basically redoing everything now, and I still have four more reports to go.” You were close to crying at this point, frustrated. “I’m sorry, Minsung, I don’t have time to chat. I’m in a hurry.”

“So cold,” he joked with a chuckle. Leaning back against the partition with the sleeves of his navy blue shirt rolled up to his elbows, he flaunted a charming smile. “How about I offer you some help, then? I was about to head home, but I could stay here for you if you promise me you'll treat me to some steak.” 

That was a cheap offer. You didn't have to think twice about it. “Yes. Yes, please, help me.” 

There were only the two of you in the room, and you were aware of that, but as soon as you handed him one of your files, Minsung returned to work in his own cubicle, providing some distance between you, and you felt safe. He really was just trying to help.

Half an hour later, he came over with a haughty grin. “Done,” he said, leaving you gaping in awe at his work. Not only was he fast, he did everything so neatly and efficiently, much better than you did.

“Oh my God, you’re my life savior,” you uttered in gratitude before you glanced at the clock. 10.21 PM. Only two more reports to go. With his help, you could finish this sooner than you expected. And then you could go home to your fiancée’s arms, the man you’d been longing to reunite with from the second you kissed him goodbye that very morning. 

“I’ll help you with the rest,” Minsung promised. “But let’s take a break first.”

You didn’t have time to waste. “Sorry, I don’t think I—”

“Please, Noona?” He pleaded with his big, sparkly doe eyes. “Just to get some coffee. It will only take ten minutes max.”

“Minsung—“

“Five. Five minutes. Please?”

You exhaled heavily through your nose; your bottom lip caught between your teeth. You had no choice but to agree as you desperately needed his help. You figured a ten-minute break wouldn’t hurt. If anything, you needed a chance to stretch and unwind your muscles after sitting non-stop for hours. “Fine. I’ll treat you. Let’s go.”

Following his lead, you took the stairs to the next level above you. The lights for that floor had been shut down completely from the main operating room to conserve energy. Using your phone as your flashlight, you stepped into the pantry area. Seeing no one around felt a little eerie, as the space was always crowded during the day, and being shrouded in darkness only multiplied that sensation.

Fortunately for you, the vending machine was still operating as always, providing enough lights for you to make out the shape of Minsung’s affable smile as he talked about the upcoming projects. You felt nervous, still, but you made no complaints. You weren’t going to be long anyway. 

Besides… You looked up at the ceiling, feeling your heart at ease once you spotted the surveillance camera strapped to the corner of the room, observing your every action. We’re not necessarily alone.

Minsung followed your gaze, simpering as he stuffed his hands inside his pockets. “What, Noona, are you scared of being alone with me?”

“No,” you answered promptly, and it wasn’t a complete lie. He was a friend you’d known longer than a month. You trusted him in a way. He didn’t give you any sense of danger, but you couldn’t deny being left alone with a man made you feel slightly anxious. “I was just looking around.”

“Thank goodness. I was worried that I made you feel uncomfortable.”

“No, of course not.”

Tossing you another smile, he walked right past you, his shoulder brushing against yours as he whispered, “It’s not working, by the way. The camera. None of them work on this floor since they plan to install new ones tomorrow. So, it’s just you and me, Noona.”

You quickly grew restless over the news, but you chased your agitation away when you saw him grinning puckishly. He’s just messing with me.

...right?

Minsung, always the gentleman, beat you to the vending machine. He slipped his money inside, purchasing two warm cans of coffee, already memorizing your favorite brand. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” You took the drink from his hand, your palm warming up instantly from the first touch. “You should’ve let me buy this for you.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to order a super expensive Wagyu steak to make up for it.”

“All right.” The soft peals of your laughter chased away the silence in the room. “Thank you, Minsung. Seriously. I would’ve been stuck here for another hour without your help. I’m running late as it is, so… It really means a lot, thanks.”

“You have somewhere to go?”

You nodded your head, taking a sip of the caffeine. “It’s my fourth anniversary today, so my boyfriend and I—”

“What?”

You stiffened. There was a sudden change in his tone, like a flare of anger mixed with surprise, but when you whirled your head toward him, no such emotion was written on his face. Was I imagining it? 

“I didn't know you had a boyfriend,” Minsung continued. There was something different about his smile. It felt somewhat… alarming. “I don’t think you’ve mentioned him before.”

There was a reason why you never did. As the sixth national-level hunter, Jinwoo was almost as well-known as a world-class celebrity. Everybody had heard his name; most of them admired and worshipped him as their hero, and you were just… someone who happened to meet him by chance at a coffee shop. The difference in status and fame between you could attract unnecessary attention. You could already imagine the amount of journalists that would swarm you with questions if they knew you were engaged. 

Fortunately for you, Jinwoo agreed to play along. Your comfort remained his first concern, after all. He probably figured it would be better for your well-being, too, if there weren’t many people informed about the special bond you shared with him. You wouldn’t be targeted as much, both by the probing reporters or the beings who wished to strike him down.

“Yeah, umm, I don’t really like talking about my personal life,” you responded with an awkward chuckle. “But yeah, I have a boyfriend. A fiancée, actually.” As an elated smile flourished on your lips, your hand absentmindedly pressed against the pendant dangling around your neck, hidden by the collar of your blouse. It was your engagement ring, an extravagant diamond placed upon a silver band. You wished you could let it adorn your fourth finger the way it was supposed to, but doing so would defeat the purpose of keeping your relationship a secret. You didn’t wish for your co-workers to start asking questions about it. You could lie, sure, but… You were never a very good liar to begin with. 

Silence filled the spaces between you. Without knowing why, the tension suddenly turned palpable, almost smothering. “Uhh… Minsung, I think we should head back—”

“What a fucking joke.”

Your heart plummeted from the sudden switch in his demeanor, the change so abrupt and vivid that it brought ice to the atmosphere. Resentment and disdain were engraved firmly in his tone, his voice harsh and deep, making your stomach churn in fear. He laughed once, bitter and cold before he turned to look at you. There was no warmth in his eyes, his expression indecipherable, but you could tell something was wrong, terribly wrong. 

Instinctively, you took a step back, your senses on full alert. “Minsung—”

“I can’t believe I wasted so much time, so much effort to get your attention,” he walked toward you, slow and steady, but with each step he took, you heard the siren in your mind turning vehement. “Just to find out you have a fucking fiancée?”

Still shocked at the sudden twist of the situation, you found your spine pressed against the wall. Minsung caged you with his body, your head trapped between his arms. “You know I like you, right, Noona?” His face hovered a mere few inches above yours as he gazed down menacingly. Perhaps the rumors of him being an actor were true. Never in your life would you have thought that a man as bright as Minsung would possess such a cruel, horrifying personality beneath his prince charming smile. 

“I-I didn’t,” you said, quivers in your voice. You weren’t lying. You were completely unaware of his feelings. Your gullible mind just thought he wanted to befriend you, that he was just naturally kind, the type of person who’d find joy in helping others.

“Don’t lie to me.” His words flew past gritted teeth, heavy with threat. “You think someone would act so nice to you without wanting anything in return? All this time, you knew how I felt about you, and you enjoyed my attention, didn’t you? Is it fun for you? Toying with other people’s feelings?”

“I’ve never—“ You flinched when he grabbed you by the neck, your eyes shut closed as pain jolted through your stream. “M-Minsung—” you choked out, your fingers twisting around his wrist, trying to pry him off of you. It was no use. He was a man nearly twice your size, with the strength of an A-rank Hunter if the words on the street were true. “Let me—go—”

“Or what, hmm?” He snarled behind his wolfish grin. “Pretty girls like you always do whatever you like, don’t they? Taking advantage of people and tossing them away like they’re nothing. Well, tell you what, darling.” He peered down at you with hunger in his eyes, the desire to hurt, to break you.“I can do the same thing, too.”

Terror engulfed you at once as your mind wandered through all the frightening possibilities he could do to you in this empty space, hidden in the dimness of the room. Panic brought tears to your eyes, blurring your vision as your heart desperately sought a savior. 

Jinwoo! You wanted to cry out. Jinwoo, please!

Help me!

“Look at you,” Minsung chuckled, loving the dread in your eyes. “Starting to fear me now, aren’t you, Noona? Too bad, no one’s gonna come to save you. Didn’t I tell you before? It’s just you and me here.” His face hovered close, his breath hot on your cheeks. “So, let’s make that count, shall we?”

Despite the overwhelming fright, you refused to give up, not yet. Clasping your jaws together, you clawed against his wrist with your nails, marring his skin until blood trickled to color his pallid skin crimson.

“Fucking bitch,” he growled, hissing at the wound you inflicted on him. “You’re gonna pay for that.”

He lifted you up the wall, forcing you to stand on your toes. “Stop—” You gasped out as Minsung tightened his fingers around your neck, carving bruises and crushing your windpipes. You kicked around, desperate to regain some distance. “I said, STOP!”

You heard it before your mind could register what your eyes witnessed—the sound of a human’s skull being crushed. Your eyes closed in reflex as splatters of blood and bits of flesh drenched you to your toes. A sudden eerie silence descended over the room, ruined only by the sound of your restrained breathing. Slowly, with your heart caught in your throat, your lids fluttered open—

And you saw Lee Minsung standing before you. Limp. Headless.

Thick blood painted the marble floor, coating the white walls black beneath the looming darkness and smearing scarlet all over the glass. His body was frozen in place, floating a few inches above the ground as if there was an invisible hand seizing him by the neck. By the next time you blinked your eyes, it toppled onto the floor with a heavy thud. More blood oozed out of the corpse, pooling around your feet and soaking your shoes with its revolting warmth.  

You couldn’t scream, trepidation filling every bit of your nerve as you stared at the scene, striking you to your bones. In that brief moment, time seemed to slow down. Your rapid heartbeat rang clamorously in your ears as your mind gravely tried to process the situation.

Then, you heard footsteps closing in.

With trembles running through your entire body, you turned your head to the side, following where the sound reverberated from. You felt a pair of arms pulling you into an embrace before you could take a glimpse of their owner, his touch so tender and careful, rivaling that of a mother. As your face fell upon a sturdy chest, your senses greeted by a familiar warmth and the pleasant scent of cedarwood and musk, you knew this was the home you wished to run to just a few seconds ago.

“Sorry, I’m late,” Jinwoo’s deep, soothing voice felt like cold water pouring onto scalding skin. “You’re safe now.”

Except he didn’t feel like home anymore, or your savior. He was the Angel of Death, one that just took the life of a mortal without batting an eye.

A part of you felt relieved, grateful—and you should’ve, right? He saved your life, protected you from the man who planned to break you apart. But as your lover drew you closer to his chest, his gentle fingers threading through your hair, pacifying you, your stare returned to Lee Minsung’s mangled body on the floor. Jinwoo had killed thousands of beasts before, and you knew how merciless and brutal he could be in the face of his opponent, but you never thought he would act the same—no, worse—to a human.

Minsung was a despicable person down to his core, and you wished he would get caught and rot in jail for what he did to you, but never, never in your life would you wish for him to end like that. To end with his head… exploding to pieces.

“J-Jin—” Your words stuck in your throat the second you witnessed the fury in his eyes. You’d never seen it before—didn’t even think it was possible for such consuming rage to reside in the pair of the gentlest sapphires you’d ever seen. He wasn’t looking at you, not at your face. His gaze was fixated on the bruise that had besmirched your neck, forming in the shape of another man’s fingers. He breathed out heavily, his wrath threatening to take over and destroy everything around him, but when he caressed his fingertips along the marks, they were as light, as cold and gentle as the first snow of December.

“I shouldn’t have killed him,” Jinwoo spoke through clenched teeth, his voice the quiet rumble of an impending storm. “I should’ve tortured him.”

Your heart freefell to your stomach. This side of him appalled you so terribly it left you tongue-tied. Before you could react, your lover suddenly lifted his head, his sensitive ears catching the sound you couldn’t hear amidst the gale raging in your mind, but his concern over your well-being caused him to notice it a second too late. A patrolling security guard strolled by the door with a flashlight in hand, completely stupefied as he witnessed the gruesome scene unfolding before his eyes. You panicked, your mind in a rush to find a way to escape the situation, but before you could even draw another breath, Jinwoo raised his hand—

And the man’s head was severed from his neck.

Bile quickly rose to your throat as you saw it rolled onto the floor. Splotches of blood bathed Jinwoo’s dark trench coat; some spilled onto his cheek, which he nonchalantly brushed away with his knuckles. His posture remained calm and composed, with no emotions written on his face, as if the act of killing an innocent man was never a dire sin in his book. 

He brought your body flushed against him, holding you protectively against his chest to avert your gaze from the human remains. “Igris,” he summoned, his voice heavy with authority. “Clear the evidence.” 

As black fog materialized in the darkness, you, yourself were consumed by one.

The Angel of Death wrapped his black wings around you and took you away. ***

The next time you fluttered your eyes open, the scene had changed. You had returned home, to the beautiful penthouse you had been living together with him like newlyweds. The blackness of the night shrouded the living space, blanketed every piece of furniture that carried the beautiful memories you shared with him, placing veils upon the photo frames that showcased the romantic smiles and the amorous gazes he directed at you. It was as if the world refused to remind you of the man you loved, forcing you to accept the monster standing before you.

You stood still in the heart of your living room, trapped within his arms. Hot tears emanated in your eyes, filling your sockets and drenching your cheeks. They were not tears of relief, nor were they proof of your gratitude. They were born out of horror, your fear of the man whose name was engraved in the silver ring you wore above your heart. And that man, at that very moment, had you within his clutch. To hold you tenderly or to shatter you to dust, it was all up for you to decide.

He loved you. He loved you now. But if you made one wrong move, one unforgivable mistake that severed the red thread between your fingers…

Will I end up like them? You pondered dreadfully, not realizing how he was capable of doing more. There were worse things than death that you didn’t know yet. But he did. 

And he was ready to give it to you should you choose to abandon him.

Feeling you trembling against him, Jinwoo slowly unwound his arms from you, examining your face with careful fingertips. The glimmering city lights from below seeped faintly through the windows, illuminating one side of his handsome features while leaving the rest for the darkness to embrace. “You’re still shaking… How can I make you feel better?”

His compassion, his soft, caring gaze, the way he carefully brushed his thumb against your tears—everything remained the same, and yet, all you could think about were the ghastly corpses he left on the floor.

Just what kind of a monster is he to be able to do something so cruel without any hesitation? 

Your strength began to trickle out of you, your legs wobbly beneath your weight. “Angel—” You untangled yourself from him, not wanting his help. Sinking to the carpeted floor with your body and clothes still dampened with blood, you felt so weak you could barely speak. 

Jinwoo went down to one knee before you, his eyebrows sewn in deep concern as he reached out a hand to take yours. “Let me carry you to the bed—”

You backed off from him as best as you could, falling to your behind as you jerked away from his touch. You didn’t want his hands on you, not a single finger, not after what he did.

Your action stunned him, but seeing your fear-stricken face, he didn’t take your rejection to heart. He fathomed the trauma you just went through but not understanding that he was the biggest factor that caused it.

“Hey, it’s all right. It’s just me, Sweetheart. Just me.” He assured you with a smile, as saccharine sweet as usual. It felt off-putting as if it didn’t belong there on his face anymore, even if it looked the same. It had been stained by the fact that his hands were now drenched in another man’s blood. 

“It was scary, wasn’t it?” He softly swept your hair out of your face, tucking the damp strands behind your ear. “But it’s over now. Nothing can touch you while I’m here. I promise.”

What he offered as reassurance became terror the moment it reached your ears. If no one could touch you if he were with you, then there would be no one to save you. 

Frantic tears still glazed your eyes, threatening to fall and join the others that had dripped down your chin. “Y-You…” Your breathing quickened, your heart rate escalating rapidly. “Those men… You k-killed them…”

To your horror, his thin lips bowed, forming a smile so angelic, it felt like heaven’s kiss. “I did,” Jinwoo replied, his tone sweet, almost romantic, his gaze soft without a glimmer of remorse. “All for your sake, my love.”

For… For my sake…? 

This is all… my fault?

“I… I never asked you to—” Your words came out in chokes as another surge of panic filled your system. “I never—” There was a pain in your chest that you couldn’t wash away no matter how tightly you clutched your hand over your heart, the world spinning so fast around you, depriving you of oxygen. 

“Breathe,” he urged gently, gathering your face in his hands. “You’re panicking, Sweetheart. You need to calm down first, all right? Focus on me. Focus on my voice.” He kept one hand on your cheek, his thumb rubbing soothing circles along the bone beneath your eye as his other one ran up and down your arm, pacifying you. “There’s no need to be afraid anymore. I'm with you. I'll always be with you.”

The more you listened to him, the more intense your fear grew inside you. It didn’t occur to him that you were afraid of him. He believed he did the right thing—saving you, protecting you. 

“Match your breathing with mine. You can do this.”

He was a bigger monster than you thought he was.

Despite every nerve of your body begging you to flee, you stay put, focusing to compose yourself, to even your breathing the way he guided you. Colors slowly returned to your face, your heart no longer pounding just as hard. 

“There you go, Angel.” He planted a soft kiss on your temple, his own muscles unwinding as relief washed over him. “That’s my good girl. You’ve done so well.”

Brought back down to earth by the same man who showed you a glimpse of hell… You felt sick to your stomach.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” he offered with a smile, a soft caress of his digits on your cheek. Unable to do anything, you let him take control. With one arm supporting your back and the other hooked behind your knees, your lover carried you to the bathroom. 

You kept yourself mute as you dwelled in the aftermath of the incident, trying to overcome the shock and the horror of his actions. Jinwoo remained patient with you, not forcing you to speak or do anything you weren’t ready for. He simply took off his coat and rolled up the sleeves of his button-down shirt before he sat you down on the edge of the bathtub. 

“Lift your hands for me?” He asked before he removed your blouse, never forgetting his courtesy even after four years of leaving nasty lovebites on each other skin. You did as you were told, your body going on autopilot, complying with your puppeteer’s command. 

Jinwoo stood on one knee before you, wiping the blood off your skin with such tenderness that it would’ve lulled you to sleep had you been able to chase away all the terrorizing thoughts. But how could you when he was still there right before you, acting like the sweet prince that he was while his victim’s blood still stained his shirt and cheek?

“You’re doing great, love,” he praised your obedience, peeling off your stockings one by one. He removed your skirt next, leaving your legs bare, and for a split second, you thought he would pepper butterfly kisses on your thighs, the way he never failed to do, worshipping your body every chance he got. But he didn’t. He showed compassion, giving you space to breathe, not wanting to remind you of the horrifying way Minsung had touched you before. 

Now fully undressed before him, Jinwoo bathed you, starting by washing your hair, taking a moment to ask whether the water was too warm or too cold for your liking. You didn’t answer. A piece of his soul shattered as he watched how crestfallen you were, another part burned with the self-loathing he held toward himself for not being there sooner to save you, and the rest… The rest of him was consumed by the fury he had not yet fully released. Still, with caring hands, he proceeded till the end, scrubbing all the crimson away from your locks and skin before shutting off the water.

Seeing you cleansed and all warmed up, Jinwoo swathed your body with a bathrobe. He lowered himself to his knees once more, meeting your eye level as he dried the excess water from your hair with another towel. You looked so small, so vulnerable that he couldn’t help but gaze at you with his heart breaking in his eyes.

He removed the towel, pushing the stray strands behind your ear. “Can I hug you?” He questioned, his voice barely above a whisper. His hand rested on your knee, his thumb rubbing little circles there, waiting.

The hands you settled on your thighs slowly curled into fists as your emotions overflowed you like a broken dam, your lips quivering in your attempt to fight back the stinging tears. You were scared of him, so terribly scared, but there was a part of you that was still aching for comfort, for the solace that he could only provide. You cast your stare down to your lap, your body trembling as you tried to contain your sobs.

“Oh, Sweetheart…” He brought you back into his embrace, his lips caressing your temple before he settled his chin on your head. “It’s all right, you’re okay now. You’re safe with me.”

There was promise in his words, one that you could easily believe if this incident ever happened. But all you could think right then was—

How can I truly feel safe with you when you’re no longer the man I know?

“Jinwoo…” 

He carefully pulled away, relieved that he could hear your voice again. “Yes?”

“The two men from before…” You shakily began, catching the way his body turned still almost immediately at your words. You hadn’t gathered enough bravery to hold his gaze yet, but it didn’t stop you from forming the question gnawing at your chest. “Why…? Why did you do that to them?”

It took a second for him to respond, stroking the back of your head. “Sweetheart—” 

“Why did you kill them?”

His gaze hardened, seemingly conflicted as he mulled over his answer. You weren’t sure if he were concerned of how his honesty might affect you, or if he just simply refused to reply, not wanting to reveal more sides of the monster he kept inside.  “I was trying to protect you.” 

“Protect me…?” Incredulity washed over your face as you watched him rise back to his feet, his demeanor still poised while you were shaking to your core. “If you wanted to protect me, you could’ve just stopped him. You didn’t have to—”

“I had to.” A layer of his patience snapped, his voice turning frighteningly low. No storm was darker than his gaze when he looked down at you, smothering you more than the brimming anxiety inside you. “He laid his hands on you. On what’s mine.”

Your heart plummeted to your stomach. The way he said it… It was almost as if you were his possession, an object he’d bared his teeth at anyone who dared to touch. 

He killed Minsung because… he couldn’t stand seeing another man play with his toy? 

Your fingers gripped tightly against the tub's edge as gravity seemed to double beneath your feet. “The other man… T-the security guard…”

Jinwoo tightened his jaws, his voice rivaling the frostiness of the blackest winter, a telltale that he had lost a shard of his humanity a long time ago. “I couldn’t afford to have a witness.”

Collateral damage. That was how easily he waved it off. A sinless man’s soul, treated as nothing.

The air turned heavy as silence came to join your company. He walked away from you to set away your towel, accidentally catching a reflection of himself in the mirror as he did. The bloodstain was still there, coating his prominent cheekbone, a stroke of crimson over flawless white canvas. He turned on the tap, drenching his fingers with water; his expression remained unfazed. You watched him wipe the dry blood with his thumb as if it were just another stain, not remembering—not caring over—the lives he took when he got it.

“I did what I had to do,” Jinwoo uttered, popping open the top buttons of his shirt before he rested his palms on the edge of the sink. His gaze, colder than the ocean’s depths, was glued to the running water. “He deserved it.”

Deserved it? No one deserved to have their heads blown to pieces! “You’ve gone too far—”

“And I’ll do it again.” He met your gaze in the mirror, stifling your breath. “I’ll kill anyone who touches you. You’re mine. You’ll always be mine. No one can have you but me.”

Your fear of him intensified as anger radiated off of him. You couldn’t avert your gaze away, feeling like he had you by the throat. The glow in his eyes, the conviction… He meant every word.

He’s insane.

He’s insane. He’s insane. He’s insane.

I need to run. I need to go somewhere. Far, far away from him.

It might have been a rash decision—foolish, too—but it was what your instinct told you to do, and you were caught too deep in a frenzy to think straight. You tried to return to your feet, your movement hasty, uncoordinated. It was then that you realized you could barely feel your legs.

The panic attack you'd suffered through before had taken a toll on your body, forcing it to betray you. Combined with the terrifying realization of the monster he had become—no, the monster he always was—your limbs turned feeble no matter how much you tried to steel yourself. Losing your balance, you fell onto the ceramic floor, water saturating your bathrobe the same way horror pervading every line of your face.

No, move. You beseeched yourself, your vision blurring with hot tears. Please, move!

You heard the tap handle turning before his calm, steady footsteps followed. “You need to rest,” Jinwoo said, his tone leaving you barely any room to argue.

Still, fueled by your will to survive, you shook your head. “No, I need to—”

“Sweetheart.” The sudden firmness in his voice staggered you. It was never a suggestion. It was a command. "Do as I tell you to."

You couldn’t do it. You had to leave. Now. The urge for it possessed you stronger than before. With a shot of adrenaline bursting through your system, you pushed yourself off the ground. You’d crawl your way out of there if you had to. You swore it.

One step. One step away from him was all he allowed you before he captured you with one hand wrapped around your waist, dragging you back to him.

“Jinwoo,” you started pleading, your hands fisting the fabric of his shirt. “Jinwoo, please, let—” His lean fingers reached toward you, a gentle curtain falling over your eyes. As darkness embraced you, your consciousness began to seep away. “me… go…” You fell into his arms, your body limp, your lips ajar as your words died in a whisper. 

The last thing you witnessed before everything turned pitch black was a pair of glimmering purple orbs replacing the blue in his eyes. ***

Your damp strands soddened the pillow as Jinwoo placed you gently onto the sheets. He brushed his thumb against the tear that slipped past your wet lashes, his face contorting in sadness. He didn’t mean to do it, to use his magic on you, but you were panicking again, weren’t you? He couldn’t bear the thought of you suffering through another attack should it worsen.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, bestowing a kiss on your cheek. “You’ll feel better tomorrow. I promise.” He covered you with the duvet, letting it shroud you with its warmth before he’d replace it later with his embrace. “I’ll be back in a minute, Angel.”

There was one thing he needed to do, something to douse the blazing fire within him.

Peaceful in your slumber, you failed to witness the way his entire expression shifted as his eyes landed once again on the marks around your neck. With his jaw tautened and his eyes gleaming in the darkness, the Lord of the Undead stepped into his realm.

“My liege,” one of his most faithful shadows, Beru, greeted him with a deep bow as his king graced him with his presence. Endless soldiers stood on their knees behind the generals, awaiting his order. 

"Heal her bruises. Make sure she's not in any pain. Igris," his voice, enough to make all shadows tremble at the sound, rumbled deeper through the air as he turned to address the other general. “Bring him to me.”

The silent knight vanished and returned within the blink of an eye, dragging Lee Minsung’s headless corpse beneath his claws and presenting him like a gift. Jinwoo stood tall with his hands stuck inside his pockets, his gaze piercing, unforgiving.

The raging desire for vengeance rose within him once more, and this time, he knew the perfect way to satisfy it.

“Arise.”

[minh907]

Y/n: /bought flowers/

Jinwoo: />:(/ Baby! Why did you buy flowers for yourself? I've told you before, you're not allowed to buy flowers for yourself, that's my job-

Y/n: But this is for you!

Jinwoo: 😧😳

__________________

Later at Ahjin's Headquarters

Jinho: /See Jinwoo holding flowers/ Oh hyung-nim, did you-

Jinwoo: How did you know that my Y/n just buy me flowers?

Jinho: *He was going to ask who Jinwoo bought flowers for.* 😐😑

______________________

He's so proud and happy that you bought him flowers

But he won't show it.

Jinwoo outside: 😐🙁

Jinwoo inside: 😳🥺😻🥰😍😘💅

[circeyoru]

Never Meant to Be…

[E-Rank!Sung Jinwoo x Summoner!Reader]

“Master Summoner, there is no need for you to waste your time here. This is only a low rank Gate, surely you’re needed elsewhere.”

“Nonsense, all Gates pose their unique level of threat no matter the rank and mana levels emitted.” You hummed as you fiddled with the tablet in hand to complete the final reports of your duties for today, a little fieldday wouldn’t hurt anyone. Besides… It wasn’t like Woo Jinchul isn’t used to your antics by now. Once completed, you turned your full attention to the self-appointed raid leader with a nervous look on his face―not the ‘oh boy a high-ranker is here to spectate’ but the ‘shit, I can’t do what I usually do’ kind of look. You gave him your business smile, “Don’t worry, I’ll be standing in the back, offering support if necessary. Hunters are still humans after all, wouldn’t want to lose any one of you.”

“Right, yes, of course.” The raid leader nodded his head, grudgingly giving you a smile, “Having you here is such a reassurance. Thanks for your services in advance.”

You let the poor man go to his raid team as you stood at the side, watching as he started to brief the other members of an observer joining the raid―that was you―without prior warning. You scanned the team as you stood at alert, your eyes sparkled and the corner of your lip curled up when a familiar figure was in the crowd.

“Let’s move!”

Everyone moved in formation with the strongest leading in the front and the tankers holding up their shields in case of an ambush type of monster. You did as you promised, walking behind the group with your hands in your pockets with an idle expression as you scanned the interior of the dungeon and its atmosphere.

You walked with a skip in your step as you joined his side, “Fancy seeing you here, what are the chances?”

Sung Jinwoo glanced at you for maybe a few second behfore setting his eyes back to his surroundings. It wasn’t that he was disrespectful of your―obviously higher rank and achievements―being, it was more of him not having the luxury of idle chatter while in a dungeon as compared to you. “If it’s you, Master Summoner, I have a feeling it’s not chance.”

“Then fate.” You chirped with a carefree smile, “It has to be that. Oh and also, I have a name, mister. Don’t refer to me by title, aren’t we close enough for that?”

Again, he glanced over as if stealing a peek at a crush in school―you found that side of him adorable. “In public, I think I should do that.” You were about to say something when he paused but he beat you to the punch, “But I also not want to drop that habit and slip up, so…”

You sighed internally. A small part of you deflated, but you understood what he said. He was the lowest of the low, the weakest of the weak. All knew him but not of a positive light. Still, you didn’t fall for him because of his raw strength, it was his determination and will power that caught your eye, the strength to push through against all odds and strive to survive not for himself, but for his family.

“Shall we go visit your mother after this raid? I can treat you and your sister to dinner. She needs her energy to study, right?” You changed the topic to something more lightheaded.

“I can’t impose―”

“Come, form a barrier, Water Serpent!” You suddenly interrupted him and raised your hand in the air. In the blink of an eye, a magic circle appeared under your shoes and enlarged itself until a giant snake appeared. Scales as blue as the ocean, crystal for eyes glowed in the dim dungeon, and its tail shaped like a fish’s fin with an ever present wave of water emitted.

The serpent surrounded the Hunters and a water dome appeared over them. Not a second later, bangs were heard all around perimeter of the dome and its surface, yet it was too dark to tell what was happening.

“Light! Mages, cast light magic!”

The mages did as ordered and orbs of light floated up to the top of the dome from the inside. Gasps were heard immediately when the view became clear. Bats, humanoid bats, were claw at the dome to get to them. Their claws were sharp, yet their speed couldn’t compare to the regenerative abilities of the dome.

“We’re sitting ducks!”

“We’re all going to die here!”

While Jinwoo was working his brain in overdrive to try and find a way out of this, you stepped up to the leader. “Sir, with all due respect, this is not something this team can handle. Can I take charge and bring everyone out?”

“...” The raid leader’s expression showed obvious confliction as he battled himself for the answer to your question. He looked to the team he was given the privilege of leading and the monsters that were doing everything they could to get to them from all sides. He looked to the serpent protecting them under your command. His hands clenched into fists, shaking with silent rage. You thought―everyone else thought―the leader was going to be stubborn and prideful. Yet… “Our lives are in your hands.”

A sigh of relief were sounded from all around. You nodded and patted his shoulder with a grateful smile before it fade and you turned to the rest of the team, “This barrier won’t hold while we’re on the move, it’s only present when we remain station. These beasts aren’t something that you all can handle so the best course of action now is to get you all out of here and have a team with higher ranked Hunters take over. Any objections?”

The team was silent.

“If no, then we must returned to the entrance quickly, I’ll cover you all while you run.” You shouted out to them. You raised your hand and used a small dagger to cut your palm enough to draw blood. You squeezed your hand into a fist until drops of blood dripped onto the ground, “Come, answer my summons, Shadow Mare and Sky Phoenix.”

Two more magic circles appeared, only this time it wasn’t under your shoes but in front of you. The nearby raid members all backed away a bit to make space as the circles enlarged the same way as it did before. Out of the circles, two creatures appeared. One in the form of a horse but bigger than the average size on Earth, in addition, it was as if its cloaked in darkness with his entire body pitch black, save of the glowing white eyes. The other in the form of an eagle, also bigger and much like the folklores depiction of a phoenix but instead of fire and a mix of red, orange, and yellow, there was whirls of wind and a mix of green and light blue. 

“My Water Serpent will guide you to the exit while my Sky Phoenix will fight off any danger so you all can focus on escaping.” You leaped and got on the Shadow Mare’s back, grabbing a hand full of its mane made from shadows. “I’ll distract it from the back, but don’t think that you don’t need to fight, if the situation calls for it, just follow your instinct.”

So the plan came and went, it was agonizing for you since you had to maintain three summons at the same time and provide the mana necessary for its healing from multiple attacks. Over the course of it, you had to grab Jinwoo and pull him up to your ride as he―heroically―stayed back to help someone who tripped but they in turn felt him to fend for himself. You instructed for him to hug onto your waist or else he wouldn’t stay on your summon.

Once you all made it out, you immediately went to the personnel that came with you to file an urgent report of the situation. While your partner went on to request the nearest guild’s aid, you called Jinchul to request for his arrival as you stood guard in case of a dreaded dungeon break. Thankfully, none of the worse case scenarios happened thanks to your quick thinking and the team’s cooperation with the situation. When things start to die down, you went to Jinwoo and passed him the essence stones your summons got from defeating the beasts along the way.

“Here… I know it’s not much but… This should help your mother’s hospital fees and…” You feel yourself going off balance as your world tilted to the side, you saw Jinwoo’s shocked and concern expression, his lips moved but all you heard was an earpiercing ring like the world had gone silent. “Oh, I think… I need to…”

You swear before you blacked out, you heard your name being called out. You could have sworn it was Jinwoo. Then again, it couldn’t be him, right?

⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧

“Must be nice. To have the Master Summoner’s favour.”

“Tsk. What a leech.”

“E-Rank scum.”

“Does he have no pride?”

Words of scorn shifted from calling Jinwoo a weakling to hogging the attention of one of the more talented Hunters in the country; the Master Summoner. The only Hunter that could summoned beasts of great calber, no two summons were the same unless one counted the pack or grouped summons. You were a legendary Hunter despite not being an S-Rank, people say you reported a false rank, but that was never confirmed. You worked in the Hunters Association as the vice-chairman, as more of an on-site staff member to connect to the Hunters, guild or guild-less.

That was actually how he and you met.

You were in your routine inspection, nothing special, just a causal observation to see if any guidelines needed to be improved or changed, even added if necessary. You stood at the back of the team and observed silently, only acting to defend yourself when the situation arose. He found himself captivated, you were so serious that he thought that was your only side.

Until he was saved by you when he was in a bind. It was a weaker monster, a goblin, that pinned him to a corner, the rest of the team moved on without him since he was picked off to the side. He thought that was it, he thought that this was going to be his end. But then you showed up. A line cut through the goblin faster than his eyes could follow and at its destruction, you were standing victorious with a bloody blade in one hand. Your summons, a pack of grey wolves with steel-like furcoat, move to devour the corpse. You walked pass the mess and extented your hand to him, “Are you okay? Come on, we need to catch up to the group.”

There was no annoyance, there was no sarcasm. You were looking out for him as an equal, devoid of ranks. That started it all.

You showed up more to raid he was going to. What started as once a month slowly turned to once a week, it was very gradual to the point it didn’t notice until the gossip and envious gaze directed at him when he was alone. He didn’t care, truly he didn’t. For you were like a ray of hope in his darkness.

Jinwoo didn’t understand why, but you took time out of your schedule to take care of his mother in the hospital and his younger sister when he was recovering in the hospital after a grueling raid that got him lying in the hospital bed. You gotten close to his sister while tutoring her even, not only eating dinner with her while he was busy with recovery or raids.

Your smile and kindness, he always bowed his head in respect and gratitude. He told himself not to be greedy and not to forget his place. There was no way you’d fall for someone like him when you could be with people as great as the other S-Rank Hunters. So he drilled it into his head that you were out of his league and never try to covet you.

Then why…

When you took charge of that raid, when you aimed for everyone’s safety, when you went back for him when he was once more left behind by his teammates, when you told him to hug you as you rushed the two of you back to safety. Did he wish those moments could last longer, just the two of you. His heart ached for you. His mind recorded the moments like they were his last.

And they were.

“Please. Stop everything that you’re doing to me.” Jinwoo’s voice spoke words he never wanted to say. His eyes stared at his intertwined fingers on his lap. He couldn’t face you, he just couldn’t.

“What are you saying? I’ll stop cooking your meat if that’s what you want.” You chuckled with a half-hearted promise, not before you dump another piece of meat into his bowl. “You know, this kind of thing doesn’t need such a serious tone.” You waved your tongs in the air, “We both should celebrate to the occasion nothing bad happened in that dungeon the other day.”

Jinwoo clenched his jaw, “Stop being so nice to me!”

His outburst got people at the tables near the two of you turn their heads in your direction. You chuckled and nodded in apology, motioning for them to continue with their dining. You stared at Jinwoo in concern as you placed the tongs down, lowering the heat a bit to avoid burning the still cooking meat. “What exactly do you mean?”

“The hospital visits, the meals, the money, the homestays, the care… Everything you’ve been doing for me. Please stop it.” Jinwoo told you all this in the eyes, never breaking eye contact. “I know you mean well, but… I… I can handle it. So thank you, but I don’t need it.”

The look of concern dropped from your face, an expression of disbelief and awe mixed together as you tried to keep your smile on. “Are you that dense? Don’t you see why I’m doing this?” 

When Jinwoo remained silent, you clicked your tongue in denial. In his mind, this was the best course of action. As long as he was a lowly E-Rank Hunter, he could never match up to you. This was for the best, for both him and you.

“I thought you’re better than this… That the gossip and rumours wouldn’t push you down…” You whispered, but Jinwoo heard it all. 

His mind shouted “sorry” over and over like a broken record.

“I love you.”

That made his head snap up to gaze at you. Only… Now there was an expression of brokenness on your face, your eyes were watery and your lips in a thin straight line. Your gaze on him was firm and piercing that he felt like he was being burnt through. His mind at a blank when he replayed what you said over and over.

“Do you have to make me say it out loud for you to understand?” Your voice cracked and broke.

He was speechless. There was no way… No way you actually like, no, love him. No way you want him. And no way would this work in the long run. You’d be laughed at, you’d be the talk of the town, you’d be disrespected for associating with him in that way.

“Fine. Have it your way.” You stood up sudden, slamming a slack of cash on the table. “Here, this is the last time anyways. Keep the change since you shouldn’t come find me or the other way around.”

As he watched your back stomping to the exit, his heart screamed at him to chase after you and his mind looped the anger in your voice. Yet his body sat there frozen in time.

In the end, he didn’t do anything.

For it was never meant to be…

Note: Angst angst angst. This is full angst. I think there was a request on a summoner!reader in my inbox before, but now it's gone?? The only thing I remembered from that request was the summoner bit, otherwise I can't recall since it's deleted (not by me okay). Anyways, hope you enjoyed this one while waiting on the monarch series.

𝕮𝖎𝖗𝖈𝖊 𝖄.

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[tiredmamaissy]

Alpha Sung Jin-woo helping me through my heat? Yes, pretty please.

🔞mdni🔞

alpha!jinwoo x lycan!shadow reader

Warnings: smut, p in v, masturbation, dubcon, heat cycle, dom jin, virginity loss, profanity, disgusting filth, creampie, alternating female + male povs, i.e your pov vs jins

a/n: a fair warning I was ovulating while I wrote majority of this ok? So it’s just kinda filthy I apologize. I’ve been thinking about Jinwoo helping us through heat for quite a while and this was the only way my brain could conjure up a situation to make that possible lol I also alternate povs between yours and then jinwoos so we get an idea of what hes feeling too, so I’m so sorry if this is a tad weird 😂

w/c: 7k

your pov 

Aside from my notably pointed ears and canines, there isn’t much else that sets me aside from the humans. Yeah, my hair looks silver in some lighting but my body is pretty identical to that of a human. Well, for the most part. I do have…extra features. 

I thought that being a part of the master's army would change those things—you know, being dead and all. Yet, things are mostly the same aside from the overwhelming urge to serve Master Jinwoo in every way possible. He’s the better king, anyways. 

My father comes nowhere near him. He made me suffer most months, throwing me in the dungeon in the basement of the castle and letting the moon shove a double edged sword through my body as I cried out in agony. 

I thought that was all over. 

One would assume that existing in this…form would mean no pain and discomfort, or even emotions and needs. But I feel everything like I would back in the castle with my shitty excuse for a father. 

But I just…never expected this. 

Another wave ripples through me, tearing me from my thoughts and bringing me to my knees. The other shadows take notice in this little bubble that we float in until the king summons us. Some turn their heads to look at me, while others turn their heads to ignore me. I suppose we all still have most of our free will. 

I clench my thighs together and will the cramp to radiate down and out my extremities. I seal my lips tight but a little whimper still escapes them, and it shocks even me. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. It’s only been a few hours and it’s only getting worse. Just like it used to. At this point, father would be locking the door and throwing away the key.

But I refuse to let this happen in front of the others. At least in my dungeon I had the privacy to suffer and squirm and squeal on my own. I keep my focus on my bruised knees and force the muscles in my thighs to relax. Maybe I can get my own bubble or something. 

I am the only girl here. 

“What’s wrong with her?” I hear a whisper behind me, and the sound of shuffling beside me.

“She kind of…smells.” Another voice fires the words like an arrow through me. 

Not fair. I can’t control that part of this. 

I peek up through my lashes and catch a glimpse of the blockhead called Iron dramatically pointing at me in dead silence. He looks as if he just discovered new land or something. I open my mouth to give him a piece of my mind but an armored hand gives his wrist a satisfying smack. 

“That’s rude.”

It’s Igris, my favorite shadow in the army. Not that I really know the others anyways. He’s the quietest of the lot, and is seemingly master's second in command. I’m not exactly excited for him to see me like this, but there isn’t much I can do about it. I look away and curl into a ball to soothe the dull ache in my core. 

“What’s the matter?” Igris takes a knee beside me and looks me over. “Are you in pain?”

Gods, what do I even say? Nothing, that’s what. I give him a slight nod and bite my cheek to stifle the groan trying to escape from me too. 

“She smells good.” Iron speaks like a caveman, inching his way closer to Igris. Igris extends a hand behind him and halts Iron with a shove, forcing him to keep a distance from me. 

“Give her space.” Igris says sternly, a little louder than needed. I guess that message was for everyone. My cheeks heat up. Shit. I tuck my head down to hide my flushed face and that throb down there worsens. 

Igris tenses. I can sense it—he’s strung taut like a bow ready to snap. I can’t help but wonder if it’s me making him that way or if he’s just being his usual self. Regardless, I can’t bring myself to look back at him right now. Not when I’m making a little mess in my panties. No, that would be shameless. 

Igris clears his throat and his armour clanks as he lowers his face next to mine. “You are part Lycan, correct?” 

Igris speaks for only me to hear. It sounds as if there’s a hidden question disguised behind that one. Whatever it is, I don’t answer. He sighs slightly and allows the uncomfortable silence to pass between us. After what feels like an eternity, Igris pulls back and straightens his spine.

“I’ll inform the king.”

Suddenly we’re being sucked out of this bubble and my heated skin is on the cold tile. It feels like I’m sizzling against it’s surface, and the feeling is delectable. I wonder if my master will let me stay here for a while longer. Just until it’s all over. 

“Inform me of what?” Jin-woo stands before me, yet he’s looking at Igris beside him with his arms crossed over his chest. 

I feel like we’re in trouble or something, especially with him standing like that. It’s making me nervous but the sensation deep in me isn’t allowing the nerves to take over. I can’t get up even if I try. I tighten my grip around my knees and my fangs descend and throb in my mouth.

I hate this. 

“She’s…in pain.” Igris speaks with uncertainty in his voice, like if it were a question rather than a statement. Jinwoo shifts his focus on me, looking down at me with a cocked brow. I guess he’s never had issues with one of his shadows like this.

“Pain?” Jin-woo sounds almost intrigued. “What happened?”  

Igris doesn’t answer right away, he’s giving me a chance to speak for myself but I don’t take it. I’m feeling more embarrassed than anything right now. 

“I am unsure, master.” Igris finally says and I look up to meet the glowing eyes of my creator. 

Jinwoo is kneeling in front of me. The king himself, kneeling, before me. My face flames and my thighs rub against one another. I show my submission and look down, how dare I look into his eyes when he’s on his knees? 

“Speak.” Jinwoo commands me, and the instinct to obey rides me hard. I surprise myself when I glance over at Igris, and then back to my master. And just like that, Jinwoo waves Igris away and he fades into a black mist. 

“Forgive me, you’re my first female shadow. I know privacy is important.” My king speaks to me with his hand extended. He’s urging me to take it. Oh, gods. I obey and take it, and suddenly I’m being carried across the room and lowered onto what I can only assume is his bed. 

“Now, talk to me.” 

Now I have to say it. There’s no escaping it. He himself is demanding an answer, here and now. 

“Um…” I begin, breaking eye contact to look down at my feet. They feel heavier and I have way more color than usual. I almost look…alive. And with this annoying ache, I almost feel alive too. Jin-woo angles his head to catch my gaze and what feels like my heart bursts through my chest. 

“Just something…Lycan.” 

“Something…Lycan.” Jinwoo repeats slowly, nodding slightly as if he understands what I mean. “Right. So will it fix itself? I don’t know if the system has—”  

“Yes! Yes.” I answer him quickly, calming down when I realise that I’ve totally interrupted him. “It’ll go away in a couple days. I just need, uhm—” 

“You need…?” Jinwoo draws out the word as he waits patiently. 

“My own bubble.” I speak with feigned confidence. This is my chance and I’m determined not to let the other shadows see me like this.

“Your own…bubble?” 

Master seems confused. 

“Yes.” I say, and give my best smile. “Please.” 

His brows furrow. Master is definitely confused. 

“I need…privacy.” I use the word he did. 

“Ah.” Jinwoo nods, and looks at me with an unreadable expression. It’s that same expression someone makes when they're trying to solve one of those oddly shaped puzzles. “Okay. Understood.” 

Perfect. I’m getting my own bubble, and I don’t need to worry about anything else other than just getting through this shit show.

“But I can’t give you your own…bubble.” 

What? Didn’t he just say ‘okay’? That he understands? 

“Instead, you’ll stay here.” He motions to his room and for the first time I take it in. The grey paint on his walls. His wooden wardrobe. The flat screen t/v mounted to the wall. His bed that I’m sitting on. 

He wants me to stay here? 

“You said, what? A couple days? I have more than enough mana to keep you here.” Master speaks so casually about allowing me in his personal quarters. Unbothered, he stalks towards the door and reaches for the handle. He opens the door and lingers in the frame, back turned to me. “Take the bed. I’ll take the couch.” 

Absolutely not. 

“No! M-Master, you can’t. I will take the couch, o-or even the basement! I really don’t need much space. Even the floor is fine.” 

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Jin-woo casts me a glance over his shoulder. “I’ll be tending to a few matters and won’t be here most of the time, anyways.” He walks through the bedroom door, collected and composed. “Make yourself at home.” 

The door closes softly behind him and I’m left alone in a room that smells like him. Every part of this place smells like him. His sheets. His pillow. Even the curtains are stained with his musky scent. 

I feel like I’m floating, being led by my nose like a predator to prey. 

And when I come to, I’m curled up in a pile of his laundry in his bed, stripped buck naked. I don’t quite remember how I got in this position, but I’ve never felt more comfortable in a nest before. All my previous nests have been made of my old blankets, and whatever linen my father throws down in the basement.

This one is perfect. And it smells exactly how it should. I tug a fat pillow towards me and embrace it with all four limbs, inhaling deep and holding it. Heat bubbles in my tummy and I moan into the pillow’s cushioned surface. It muffles it just right. 

My toes curl and my thighs grip the pillow, shimmying it closer and closer to the place where it aches the most. The pressure is sublime. I shove my hand between me and the pillow and my fingers strum at my slippery clit. I bury my face into the pillow and my eyes burn when that hot sensation zings through me. 

“Ahh!”

sung jin-woo’s pov 

I never thought I’d have to deal with one of my shadows being in heat. I got the notification as soon as I summoned her and Igris. 

Notification: [Lycan Shadow] is in heat. Do you want to help her? ☐Yes ☐No

Of course I chose yes. What kind of master would I be if I didn’t help one of my loyal shadows? It’s my responsibility. Plus, she’s female. 

But that doesn’t change the fact that I had no idea what it really meant to pick yes. I’m not an idiot—I know what a heat is, especially for a Lycan. I thought giving her some privacy would be enough but now the system seems to be urging me to do a bit more than that. 

Notification: [Lycan shadow] will peak in her heat in 8hrs35mins12secs. There may be a penalty if the quest isn’t completed. 

Quest? Penalty? 

I shift to my side on the couch—I don’t remember it being this tough. The annoying screen follows me and I wave it away. I don’t have time for this. Just keeping her here in this condition is draining my mana quicker than I expected. 

But a penalty? For what? 

I’ve kept her here, let her in my room, in my bed. Isn’t that enough? What more does she need from me? 

Her scent alone was enough to make my head spin. If I didn’t get out of that room when I did I would have lost my shit. I can’t say for certain exactly what would have happened, but she smells like something I’ve never smelled before. She smells like a feeling. 

She smells ripe. 

Fuck, what am I thinking? Ripe? Like a fucking fruit? I toss over to my other side and smack the pillow a couple times. I need to buy a new couch. Imagine if I let her take this piece of plywood that I’m laying on? Or the floor in the basement? I don’t even have a basement. I live on the top floor of an apartment complex. It makes things easier for me when it comes to Kaisel.

Anyways—is that what her father did? Throw her in the basement when her heat came on? I should’ve made that fucker’s death a slow one. 

I huff a sigh and spring up into a sitting position. I eye the floor, maybe it is the better option. I bury my face into my hands. I have a couple commitments for the hunters association tomorrow but those will need to wait for now. I need to deal with her first…however that may be. 

I wonder if she’s okay right now. She didn’t look great at all. And her aura was very off. She felt weak to me, like she was injured and fragile, despite her being a shadow. It made my protective instincts go haywire for a moment. I know Igris felt it too. Couldn’t he have taken the weight of some of this for me? They both exist on the shadow plane that she likes calls a ‘bubble’. 

Cute. Very cute. 

I see what she meant by needing her privacy, though. With a scent like that I can’t trust my soldiers to keep to themselves. I know Igris wouldn’t allow any funny shit to go down but females like their privacy. Jin-ah made me realize that long ago. 

I know that checking on her now would be an invasion of that. So why do I want to? This badly, too? There’s something deep in me urging me to get up and make sure she’s alright. It’s not just my protective instinct. It’s something more. Something primal. 

And the idea unnerves me. 

I stand and begin pacing in my living room to cool off a bit. But my head won’t clear. My thoughts go from obligations I have to get done, to her. Everything about her. The pink on her cheeks that appeared once I started pouring mana into her summoning. The shine in her silver hair when the moonlight caught it just right. The way she squeezed her thighs together and that scent of hers grew even stronger. I bet that’s where it’s emitting from. 

Fucking hell. Get your shit together, man. 

Whatever she’s going through is affecting me too. That’s clear as day. And now I’m standing in front of her door. My door. Well, it’s her door for the next couple of days. Fuck. What’s wrong with me? This is creepy behaviour. I lean in, tilting my head to press the shell of my ear to its wooden exterior. 

Very creepy behaviour. 

So why can’t I stop? I strain to listen, and my hand rests on the door handle. What am I doing? I rip my hand away from the metal and clench my jaw. 

“Ahh!”

Shit. Go in there and check she’s safe.  

No. She’s fine. She’s safe. She’s in my room. I’m here, guarding her. I need to calm down and get myself together, this is ridiculous. She’s a shadow for Christ sake—

“Mmm~” 

Oh? What was that? 

“Ngh!” 

Yep. That was definitely a moan of some sort. I wonder if I’m actually immune to heart attacks, because it feels like I might be having one right now. Or maybe all the blood is just rushing to the wrong head.

“Mmph!”

Christ. Forgive me. 

I palm my crotch, I can’t help it. My hard on hurts. My boxers have no stretch to them. 

Her little sounds are picking up now. They’re muffled but these walls are thin. I want to know what she’s doing in there to be making those noises. 

I need to know. 

My hand goes for the door handle again but I reign it back in. I force myself to step away from the door all together. I’m not doing this. This is a line that I won’t cross with a shadow. I take a few more steps back, turn and head straight for my bed made of concrete. I slip under the blanket and rest my arm over my forehead. 

I force myself to close my eyes and concentrate on getting some sleep and ignoring those delicious sounds coming from my bedroom. Right, ignoring them. I opt to listen to the electricity from the fridge, the ceiling fan, the clock—anything. But nothing distracts me from those sweet, sweet noises she’s making.

Fuck.

I’m as hard as this couch. Rock solid. I haven’t been this hard since high school for fucksake. I try to ignore the branch in my pants and turn over to go to bed. But nothing’s working. 

My hand slides under the band of my boxers and I grab my cock with a vice-like grip. I want it to go down—go away. There’s a part of me that doesn’t want to admit what I’m feeling. 

My shadow is making me unbelievably horny. 

Her sounds. Her scent. 

God, help me. 

My hand moves, up and down. It hurts, so I loosen my grip. I can’t stop my own movements. Just the thought of her in lying in my bed possibly doing things to herself to be making those noises is driving me over the fucking edge. I look over at the door, it’s still shut. 

Good. I can’t have her catching me. This is already crazy as it is. I feel like I’m sneaking around, like I did when I was younger. My hand moves faster. Shit, I’m gonna come already. I can hear her moans from here now, they’re getting even louder and longer. Whatever she’s doing in my room is about to come to a finale. 

And fuck, so am I. 

“F-Fuck!”

“Oh, fuck.” I groan a little too loudly for my liking and explode in my cupped hand. 

I can’t remember the last time I came this fucking hard. I fumble into the kitchen and clean myself up, fixing my boxers and taking a moment to gather myself. I’m going to pretend like I didn’t just cum to one of my shadows and head to bed. 

I’ll deal with this heat thing tomorrow. 

— —

It’s been a few hours and I still haven’t slept. Nor have I calmed down either. I’m getting a little concerned. How many hours need to pass before I see a doctor about having a hard on again? It won’t fucking go down and it’s got its own heartbeat. But how could it when her scent is leaking through the cracks of the door frame? It’s literally seeping out the room in a light tangible mist. 

I don’t know how much more I can take. Her sounds are definitely not helping either. They’re so much louder and desperate—raw and primal. She is most certainly fucking herself in there. And I’d be the world’s biggest liar if I said I didn’t want to be the one in there fucking her. All she needs to do is say the words, and I’d shove my cock in her little cunt so fucking deep. 

I catch my breath. How long was I holding it for? I’m sweating like I’ve climbed a hundred stories and I swear my muscles are swelling. I slip my shirt off, it’s way too tight. The timer says there’s about two hours left until this peaks but I can’t last that long. I’ll have to take Kaisel out to get some fresh air or something. 

Or I’m going to fuck her. 

Shirtless, I grab a coat and bolt to the front door.

“...M-Master.” 

Fuck. She’s calling for me. Fuck. I need to leave now. 

“...oh!...please.” 

My hand grips the door handle and I watch myself turn it. Wait. This isn’t the handle to the front door. It creaks open and her intoxicating scent bursts out and hits me like a ten ton truck. My head spins and my vision blurs for a second. Shit. I blink to focus my eyes and—

Oh, god. 

She’s bent over on all fours in a bed of my linen and laundry, sticking her pussy up in the air. Right in front of my face. Presented on a silver platter for my enjoyment. Swollen and bright pink, and ultra glossy from her heat. 

Fuck, that is where this delicious scent is coming from. 

It looks like it’d be so warm and gooey inside. I need to find out–to be inside. My cock throbs at the thought and I adjust myself. She begins rocking back and forth, thrusting her pussy into the air and then onto my very soaked pillow. Has she been using that thing to get off this whole time? No wonder this has lasted for hours.  

I glance down at her face and the expression etched into her soft features sends a pang through my chest. She’s been suffering, unsatisfied and desperate for a proper release this entire time. I’ve left her here this long because of why again? I can’t remember, but it doesn’t matter. Because I’m going to make this all better.

“You called.” 

your pov

I don’t think I’ll be getting any sleep tonight. Not that I’m necessarily surprised or anything, but it still sucks. King Jin-woo’s scent is making this way worse than it usually is. My body probably thinks that a male is here to mate–or whatever my aunt says about Lycans in their heat. Father never allowed that of course, so it quickly became just a bedtime folklore for me. 

But shit, now that it’s happening…everything is so much more intense. 

I rock back and forth. Harder. Faster. It aches, a constant throb of need, pulsing in my womb, in my pussy. I yearn to be filled. By him. By my master, my king. My body craves him, his scent. 

My head feels like it’s stuffed with wool and I can’t concentrate to form a coherent thought. A moan splits my lips and I’m head first into the pillow, arching my back and sticking my pussy in the air. I can feel how swollen I am, and I’m dripping everywhere—down my legs, onto his sheets, his blankets, his clothes.  

My hand mindlessly wanders between my thighs, again. Jokes on it, because nothing it or this pillow can do is going to make it go away. I’ve lost count on how many times I’ve rubbed at that little bump down there. But I know it’s enough to make it really puffy and sensitive. I feel my fingers press little circles into it, and my tears start flowing again. 

I’m crying like an idiot. Thank the gods that I’m alone. The sensation is so overwhelming. It’s too much yet nowhere near enough at the same time. My body is craving more than my fingers can give. Something big enough to reach deep inside me and get rid of that itch I can’t ever reach. My back bows even more and my toes strain and sink into the bed.

I’m presenting my pussy to nobody. 

Because no one’s coming. There is no male. 

My knees drag forward and I hardly bring myself to mount his pillow again. It’s wet from the times I’ve used it to make myself cum. I’m so sore and weak but I can’t help myself. This is truly pathetic, and I ought to be ashamed of myself. But I’m not. I’m really not. I want to call out for him, my master. 

My alpha. 

He’ll make this better, he’ll make the ache go away. 

“...m-master…alpha…” I hear myself croak and another cramp rattles me. “...oh! please...” 

I rock again, sinking my pussy down onto Jinwoo’s pillow and then shoving it back into the air. 

A gust of wind makes me shudder and I hump the pillow another time. 

“You called.” 

Masters’ deep voice envelops me like a cool breeze on a humid day. I didn’t even hear him come in. It feels like my ears are stuffed with cotton, too. My hips thrust my pussy even harder into the air. 

What’s happening to me? 

It’s never been this bad.

“Please.” I barely manage to get out. He should know what I’m asking for, he’s the male. My hips rut my mound into his pillow, pressing my hard, sticky clit into the wet fabric. His footsteps come closer, and I can feel his overpowering presence behind me. It’s so domineering, I feel like I’m suffocating.

“Please, what?” His voice is thick with restraint.

But why is he resisting?

“Please, help me.” I sob the last two words, dismounting his pillow and shuffling back until my knees are at the edge of the bed. “I can’t take it a-anymore, alpha.” 

“Alpha? That’s new.” He lets out a husky chuckle and his fingertips brush against my outer thigh as he positions himself behind me. I whine from his touch and my back sinks even lower. “I guess you could say that I’m your alpha, sure.” 

“Yes, alpha. Please, a-alpha. It’s h-hurting now.”

I’m blubbering. Nothing makes sense. Nothing feels right. I can’t think clearly, I can’t stop my tears, I can’t stop my body. I’m scared, but also excited and aroused. His fingers sink into the fat on my thigh and drag themselves up to my hip, seizing it with force. He tugs me onto him, pressing his clothed bulge against my swollen pussy. 

“Fuck, love. Your pussy is weeping.” He groans, gripping my other hip to hold me steady. I’m not going anywhere. I need this. “Is that how badly she wants me? Enough to cry?” 

He’s speaking about my pussy like it’s got a mind of its own. I mean, it feels that way right now. It’s throbbing for him, leaking clear beads of this sticky liquid it won’t stop making onto his pants. 

He needs to take those off, how will we do this if he doesn’t?   

Master yanks at my hips, ramming me back onto him suddenly–roughly.

“Answer me.” He growls and a sweltering heat floods my cunt. 

“Yes, alpha.” I whisper in anticipation, spreading my legs a little further to make space for his huge figure.

He is alpha. 

“Good girl.” I feel him pluck at the string on his pants and tug them down his legs. “Now, you want me to help you? Yeah?” Jinwoo’s voice is rough and it’s doing things to my body. His hand slips to my inner thigh and his fingertips barely brush against my puffy clit. 

“Mmm—mhm!” I hum and nod, chasing his fingers with my hips. Why is he teasing me? “Please al-pha.” 

“You know, you’re a well-mannered shadow when it suits you, princess.” Jinwoo lets out a subtle chuckle, arching over me until he’s cheek to cheek with me. His cock is prodding at me but in all the wrong places. He needs to be inside. 

“Say the words. And I’ll do it.” His voice lowers to a whisper and he’s putting more and more weight on top of me. “Tell me exactly how you need me to help you.”

I don’t understand how any of this is possible but I don’t care. I’ve never felt more alive than at this moment. 

“Inside. P-Put it inside.” I whimper shakily and my hips stutter to notch him at my opening. It’s becoming obvious that he’s doing this on purpose and I can’t understand why. “H-Hurry please!” 

“Tsk... Put what inside, love?” He tsks, and a menacing smirk tugs at his lips. His knees sink into the mattress behind me. 

“You, alpha. You.” I answer desperately, and he remains stockstill. “Your…cock.” 

“Oh. This?” I feel him tug down his boxers and his cock springs out. It’s hot against me, twitching and pulsing between my pussy lips. I nod like an idiot and my bottom lip quivers. 

Why is he doing this to me?

“Inside where?” His smirk morphs into a little grin and he lets go of my hip to guide himself exactly where he’s supposed to be. “Here?” 

Gods, yes. Yes. Right there.

“Come on. Tell your alpha.” Jin-woo growls the order. 

“Yes. Want you in my pussy! Ple-ase!” I cry out and back up on him, and I hear him chuckle again. What’s so fucking funny? He needs to hurry or I’m going to lose myself completely. 

“God, it's taken everything in me to hold back for this long, you know that? You’ve really been fucking with my head.” Master grumbles, rubbing his cockhead up and down along my slick opening. “Just keeping you here in this form is using most of my mana, princess. I don’t know how much patience I have left in me.”

In this form? What form? I don’t care. He needs to move. 

“Don’t you feel it?” He whispers, catching himself just right at my softest, most sensitive spot. He pushes, gently, slowly. It’s huge. Oh, no. No, he won’t fit. But he needs to. He has to. I spread myself even more, meeting this pressure half way. 

“Don’t you feel…alive? Or is your heat fucking with your head too much for you to notice?” 

What the fuck is he on about?

Smack.

Fuck. Oh fuck. Oh, fuck. 

A high pitched noise rings my ears and I think it might be me. My body tenses and my mind goes blank. The burn is divine but he might actually be splitting me wide open. He’s so big, so deep—so fucking deep. Pushing an exquisite pressure right into that tender, itchy part inside me. It hurts, but it hurts so good. I had no idea that this is what I’ve been missing for all these dreadful months.  

Jinwoo huffs next to my ear, stilling himself inside me. “You okay?”

sung jin-woo’s pov

Easy, Jin. Slowly. Let’s not break her.

I’m pumping mana into her so her form is more real than shadow. From her soft curves down to each strand of hair on her head—I know she’s feeling every little thing as if her heart were actually beating. I don’t think she’s realized though, she’s way too out of it. 

“Don’t you feel…alive? Or is your heat fucking with your head too much for you to notice?”

I attempt to breach her and meet pure resistance. God, she’s tight as fuck. I heave a breath and roll my hips forward, breaking that resistance little by little until I feel a sudden pop. She squeals and her pussy clamps down on my cock, fuck—not good. Not. Good.

The compulsion to sink myself all the way inside is entirely too overwhelming. I try my best to fight it but my hips stammer against my will and whatever strength I have left goes right into forcing my cock inside her tight little cunt in one hard thrust.  

Holy fuck, yes. 

Her pussy isn’t anything near what I imagined. It’s everything and more. And it didn’t give easy. She’s so warm and sticky and soft inside. She’s hugging every inch my cock so fucking tight. 

I grit my teeth so I don’t spray my load inside her. I need to calm down, keep a level head. Make sure I don’t do anything I shouldn’t—like spray my load inside her. But she’s so tight and tense, she’s going to snap my dick in two if she doesn’t ease up. 

She feels like a virgin.

Shit. I didn’t even consider the fact that this might be her first time. 

“You okay?” I huff, desperately trying to resist the urge to rut into her and work her little pussy open for me. If she is, I’ve probably hurt her. “Don’t tell me I just stole your virginity, princess.” 

She whimpers and nods her head into my pillow. Shit. I did. I should’ve been gentler—stayed in control. Eased her into it, stretched her first. 

“S-shh—‘m sorry. Does it hurt?”

She does a series of nods and shakes, like she’s entirely unsure about how she’s feeling right now. But her eyes say it all, they’re puffy and glisten from her tears. I make sure not to move at all, I’m as still as the statue that once killed me. 

“Breathe. It’ll stop hurting soon.” I coo and force myself to loosen my grip on her hips so I can trail my fingers along her spine. She backs up onto me and I glance down.

Dear God, why did I look down? 

Her pussy is stretched thin on my cock, it actually looks like it's sucking me in. Gratification swirls deep in my belly when the dangerous realization sinks in. 

I’m the first cock to ever be in this pussy. 

This cunt belongs to me, and only me now. A flame ignites within me that’s all consuming. It’s a feeling—a feeling of something that’s been imprinted into my being from the very beginning—an instinctual urge that I must satisfy. 

The urge to claim this female underneath me, to make her pussy mine and to stain her womb with my seed. 

Control yourself, Jin. Look away. 

I fling my head back because there’s no way that I can willingly tear my eyes away from the sight of her virgin cunt stretching so beautifully around my cock. I eye the popcorn ceiling and follow the blades of the fan as they spin. 

Focus, focus.

The urge to look again rides me. I grunt and fight it, I have more restraint than this. I clench my jaw. Fuck, I don’t know if I can hold out. I can feel her pussy relaxing and tightening around me. 

Then she rocks on me. 

Back and forth, back and forth. Like she did on the pillow that’s completely drenched with her cum. A low rumble comes from her, she’s growling her impatience, trying to fuck me. I look down and god, her pussy is quivering, drooling strings of her sweet, sticky nectar on my cock. 

She rocks against me harder and lets out a broken groan, and her thighs start to shake. I think she’s gonna come. Fuck yes, she’s about to come on me. 

“Don’t tell me. Is my little virgin princess about to come?”

My instincts dominate me, and my hips buck against my volition. I’m totally out of control. How in the world is she doing this to me? I'm behaving like a goddamn animal. 

Thrust. 

Please, God. 

Thrust. 

I can’t stop myself. 

She nods frantically and meets my brutal thrusts with desperation and need. I growl and piston my cock inside her pussy, hard. She moans loud and long, and her cunt squeezes me so hard that I get a headrush. Her pussy pulses, coating me in a thick slick. 

She’s cumming. Fuck, she’s cumming. 

“Yes, cum on my cock.” I encourage her, hunching over her petite frame. The skin on the back of her neck looks so soft—so delicate. “So pretty.” I want to bite it. Mark her so everyone will know that she belongs to me. What the fuck? No. I won’t do that. I can’t. 

But I want to. And my cock is already kissing her womb so why can’t I exactly?

She’s my shadow, that’s why. She’s not in the right frame of mind. That’s why.

But I’m not either. 

your pov

Whatever pain I felt is long gone, replaced by an overwhelming sensation of good, and right—how things should be. 

Bright white stars twinkle behind my closed eyes. Waves of raw pleasure smack into me and make my legs tremble uncontrollably. He’s filling me so good that I have no other choice but to take his cock and his every thrust.

“Yes, cum on my cock. So pretty.” His words are a hot mist against my neck and I feel his weight shift on top of me. 

Yes. Mount me. 

“Fuck, why do I want to bite you so bad?” 

I don’t know but he should. I show him my throat and whine low, spreading my legs for him to fuck me again. 

“Do it.” I moan, and my hips rock again. I want him to pound me, and then fill my empty womb—it aches. “Please. Bite me, fuck me.” 

He tenses behind me, resisting again. I don’t want him to. 

“I didn’t know such filth could come from a princess’s mouth.” 

Jinwoo’s dark, monotonous voice sends a spasm through my pussy. His fingers grip my jaw and he tugs my head back, exposing my throat. His hot tongue drags along my pulsating jugular and he shuffles from his knees to the balls of his feet. 

“I don’t understand exactly how you’re doing this to me, but I hope you can take it.” He growls a warning and I break out into a shiver. “Because I don’t think I can hold back anymore.” 

He pulls out of me, leaving his mushroomy cockhead notched right under my pelvic bone. The empty feeling makes me mewl and my hips search for him. 

“You’re so fucking noisy.” He huffs, annoyed, teeth scraping against my skin. “So goddamn needy.” His fingers tighten on my jaw, and he plunges his cock back inside me. I see more stars, more fireworks. I yelp out, and my tears trickle down my cheeks again. 

“Quiet, princess. The floor under us will think I’m doing something you don’t want.”

And then he bites me. 

He sinks his blunt teeth into me, locking his jaw when I begin to squirm from the feeling of being claimed—marked. The fingers wrapped around my jaw quickly slip down my throat and muffle my shriek. 

Gods, it’s too much. Too much. 

“Yes—yes!” I gurgle, and he bites down even harder. I’ll be bruised for weeks but that’s okay. 

He grinds into me, grunting while he’s shoving all he can inside as deep as it’ll go. He works me open, and I feel him deep in my tummy. I guess I’ll be bruised there too, and that’s definitely okay. I want to feel him in me for weeks, until the moon shows me her wicked face again.

Alpha releases me from his bite and he kisses the double crescent mark. I feel him pepper kisses down my shoulder, and he tastes my skin there too. He’s not moving anymore, just staying really deep inside me, hunched over me, breathing hard and loud. I whine loud and suckle on his fingers. 

“Mmm, fuck. Hush.” He snaps at me, breathless. “You want alpha to make it better?”

I nod again, my tears and saliva dribble onto his hand, down his wrist. I see his eyes glow bright in my peripheral vision. He’s going to wreck me and I can’t wait.

“Then be a good girl for me, won’t you?” He growls and smacks into me. 

Once, twice. Thrice. Again, and again. Brutally, cruelly. His thrusts are bloodthirsty, like he’s the beast and not me. He holds me firmly in place, his grip is unrelenting—I can’t get away even if I tried. I’m forced to take each unsparing strike and stroke. 

That heat whirls in my lower abdomen again, and I feel like a matchstick about to burst into flames. His cock is ramming right into that spot super deep, filling it, swelling it. I bite down on his fingers to stifle a guttural moan and he hisses, picking up his pace as punishment. I clamp down on his cock and—

I’m gonna come. 

“Not yet.” He grunts, pulling his fingers out of my mouth and shoving me onto my stomach. 

He yanks his cock out of me and strokes himself with one hand while he uses the other to toss me onto my back. Now he’s looking down at me with an intoxicated expression, bullying his thick frame between my trembling legs. He’s back on the balls of his heels, folding me in half, pinning my legs back so my knees graze against my pointed ears. 

“I want to see what you look like when you come, princess.” 

His cock prods at my sore pussy before he catches it just right and drives himself back inside me with an urgency. He lets out a depraved groan, one that makes me a little nervous, and I swear he goes even deeper than before. 

“M-Master…Al-Alpha…” I whisper as best as I can in this position and my bottom lip juts out. “‘s s-so deep.” 

“Isn’t that what you want, hm?” He uses his strength to push himself into me and his heavy balls press into me. I squeal from the pressure and jolt back but he keeps me where he wants me. “...what you need?” 

My head spins and I start sputtering, switching between mumbling and trying to catch my breath as his weight punches the air out of my lungs. 

“You look so fucked out right now.” He withdraws from me and plunges into me again, putting all of his weight on me. “So drunk on my cock. Yeah?”

I whimper shakily and electricity bolts up my spine. 

“Ooh, fuck. Let me see how pretty you look when you come, love.” He smirks and fucks into me hard and fast, staring deep into my eyes—taking my soul for a second time. “Come on—” He’s growling all his words, his hips striking me with purpose and intention, vicious smack after smack—coaxing my orgasm out of me. “Let your alpha feel your little virgin cunt.” My face screws and I sob when my release takes over me, sending my body into a frenzied convulsion underneath him. “Yes, that’s my pretty girl. Good girl.” He pants and presses his forehead into mine, and his movements falter. “Gonna breed you so deep, so hard, fuck—” 

Yes. Breed me. 

He lets out a sudden, loud grunt, and then I feel it. A harsh throb that isn’t mine, and a heat flooding deep inside me. His hips buck and rut in an uncontrolled manner, and he groans lengthily, darkly. His breath is heavy and fast, and he’s still looking me deep in the eye. I feel myself fade, the dim lights in his room darken some more and my breath won’t stop hitching. I’m satiated and so full—so happy. 

I’m exactly where I should be. 

sung jin-woo’s pov

 I watch her eyes unfocus and her eyelids droop—she’s slipping away. I ease up off of her and throw her leg over to her side, and tuck myself behind her. I stay inside her, making sure not a single drop of my seed is spilled. If I could plug her full of me, I would. My head is still quite foggy, but I can feel that it’s starting to clear now. Her scent is less potent, and her body isn’t as hot to the touch. 

Is it over?

Notification: [Secret Quest: A Lycan’s Heat] is complete.

I breathe a sigh of relief. Her heat has broken. I dismiss the blue screen and glance over to my bedside clock—6:47a.m. An orange hue illuminates behind my grey curtains, and my eyes grow heavier. My mana is dangerously low, but I’ll let it run out completely. 

I don’t want this to end just yet. 

[solarisstarrsolomonsbeloved]

PEAK I SAY

˗ˏˋ Historical Au: Slave!Jinwoo x Noble!Reader ◛⑅˚ ༘ ♡ ˎˊ˗

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‼️[ TW: Slavery, Violence, Yandere Jinwoo, Familial Abuse, strong language. Please don't read this fic if it is triggering or uncomfortable for you. I do not condone slavery nor do encourage such acts. This is simply a work of fiction ]

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"A gift for you, my dear child" Your father mused as an 18 year old teenager, tattered and chained, was dragged to the floor and forced to kneel in-front of you Jinwoo looked up at you with expressionless gray eyes, his face was covered in dirt and his shirt was extremely filthy. "Hi." Jinwoo greeted you humbly.

"Father!" You shrieked, flicking the fabrics of your dress as you hurriedly knelt towards the slave and tried to support his limp figure.

He was hardly even concious with his bleary and sleepy eyes, his clothes are covered in grime and dirt as his face was dusted with blood and something else. He looked not much older nor younger than you, and yet all this man was made of was skin and bones.

"Why so upset, my dear?" Your father sneers, humming as he swirls a glass of wine in his his hand. "It's your birthday after all. Daddy thought that should be gifted, no?"

"But I didn't ask for a slave or anything at all!" You protest, only to be met by a domineering glare that instantly made you close your mouth.

"Be grateful, you goddamn pig" He bites, making you feel even more terrified than you already were. "If it weren't for the fact your fucking wench of a mother making a goddamn fuss before dying you wouldn't be here. The least you could do is accept whatever the fact I give you"

He calms down, continuing "That child was only a few silver coins. If you dont want him I could always give him to your sisters or work him to death."

"N-no!" You protest immediately, shivering at the thought of what your father might decide to do. "I-I'll keep him... I'll take care of him."

"There's a good girl," He chuckles, "Start with the imprinting."

You gulp, anxiously looking at Jinwoo who was tired beside you, he looked like he just wanted to to be done with everything.

"Your... Uhm..." His eyes would sweep towards you with an empty grey gaze. "Name?"

"Jinwoo." He says shortly.

"Alright, uhm, Jinwoo..." You hold your palm out. "It'll tickle, I have't done this before s-so—"

"It's fine." He cuts you off, stretching his scarred left hand towards yours and pressing it together.

You tremble at the touch, not of disgust— But instead you were nervous. If you screw this up, you might get another beating or worse,... Something might happen to Jinwoo.

So with the little mana you hold; you started pouring energy out as a soft gentle light comes as the brilliant and pretty things somehow turned into pitch black and purple shadows— Twisting and churning before attaching themselves to both of your ring fingers.

Jinwoo seemed unamused, but your father certainly was.

"Now, get out of my sight" Your father simply said after recovering from the spectacle. "Your sisters are about to arrive, you bring a sour expression to their wonderful faces, so leave"

You could only respond with a polite bow as you helped Jinwoo up to his feet and guided him out of the main house.

There wasn't even a carriage prepared for the both of you as you silently walked towards the far west inside a forest and then finally arriving at a crude but somehow decent looking manor.

Jinwoo watched and followed you as you guided him to a dusty bedroom and sat him down before fetching a small chest with ointments and bandages. Though his gaze was still empty, he was looking at you with curiosity, wondering why exactly you're doing this.

"I'm your slave," Jinwoo breaks the silence. "Aren't you supposed to leave this to your servants?"

"Hahah... Sorry." You apologize, making him quirk up an eyebrow. "Your master is pathetic, I have no servant in my name."

He doesn't question that situation, instead asking; "Then why do it yourself? I can patch myself up just fine."

"Maybe... Because I feel guilty?" You fidget, applying ointment on him after wiping his arm. "It's my... Birthday and yet because of it you're here. I'm sorry."

"Don't." He simply said, not meeting your eyes as he looks out to the distant skies. outside your broken window. "It's not your fault. And besides, here is better than just wherever."

The silence ensues, nothing much being said any further as you directed Jinwoo to an empty room. He was given a decent place to sleep in. It was odd, since this bedroom seemed more comfortable compared to yours that was even more shabby and dusty.

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It an odd situation, not once did you have ever treat Jinwoo as a slave, you were often on your own in your little garden at the backyard and farming vegetables for both of you to eat.

Jinwoo actively avoided you for quite a while, before deciding that since he lives with you and is technically leeching off of you— He might as well be useful.

And in those days where he helped you, the walls that Jinwoo had built around himself crumbled the more time passed by.

For a while, he was happy, you were happy.

You were both happy.

That was until you had to attend a gathering with your family that had abandoned you.

Of course, you had to dress in your shabby and outdated dress, to which everyone in the ballroom responds with mockery and spite. Jinwoo expected it, sure he's mad, but there's nothing he could do since he is nothing more but a damn slave who cant even defend his own master.

With heads hung low like cowards, the both of you decided to just stay in a corner and be as far away from any and all interactions. It went well for the first hour.

Admiring the brilliant lights and listening to wonderful music around you. Nobility is truly such a beautiful thing, golden plates, silver spoons, brilliant and gleaming jewels stitched into fine fabrics made by highly respectable and sought after tailors.

Jinwoo wanted to admire the scene with you, he truly did.

After all, he spent most of his days being dragged through the mud, his body being flogged over and over just for the fun of a drunk knight, or worse— Hard labour with only a piece of bread you can barely chew on due to how hard it is.

Compared to the grueling days he spent sleeping on the dirt, compared to the devastation he had as he cradled his dearly beloved little sister's corpse when she died of starvation— The sight of these luxurious tiles is mercy upon his pitiful soul.

...

Jinwoo's face drained of it's colours as he watches your elder sister yell at you for simply trying to greet her. A simple greet.

That was all it took for you to be on your knees frantically saying sorry with your voice as humble and as quiet as it can be.

He felt so hopeless, so frozen as he sees your pretty face scrunch in grief at your own actions that isnt even in the wrong in the first place.

So why must you kneel? Why must you humiliate yourself like this?

They stare at you with those sly eyes, as if finding your misery a source of entertainment. Sneers and chuckles would come with each insult being thrown your way.

Was it your fault you were born as the bastard child of the duke when it was your father who willingly went to brothels and slept with multiple women. It was only your mother who stepped up confidently to demand your father to take you in despite the fact that she is currently dying of birth complications. Your mother did all of that just so you could live a comfortable life.

And instead here you were, being punished over something you didn't do.

Isn't family supposed to love eachohter? Jinwoo loved his baby sister so much. So why is he watching another older sibling throw wine at their own blood just for breathing?

Jinwoo felt so... Devastated, his dear companion, his master. His own master— Is being ridiculed right in front of him.

The person he was sold to, the person who took care of him—

"Don't touch him, eonnie!" You scream, throwing yourself right in front of Jinwoo despite the fact you're already soaking wet from the wine splattered all over your pretty face and your already ruined dress. "Please, he's innocent. He's imprinted to me, but he shouldn't receive any punishment. We'll go, eonnie, we'll go. Please don't touch him."

You're protecting him.

That bastard woman would have continued her assault if it werent for her dear father stopping her and saying it's a waste of time dealing with a bunch of lowlifes.

Thus, the two of you were escorted— No, thrown out the main palace.

Jinwoo followed behind you towards the path of your shabby manor, and as the blowing wind caressed your skins,... You broke down.

"Sorry, sorry, Jinwoo." You sob as the man threw his arms around you. "I'm sorry, it was my fault, you shouldn't have seen that. I'm so sorry, Jinwoo. I really am. Please forgive me. Don't be mad at me.

"Why are you asking me those questions?" He asks, his soft voice barely even able to control his trembling voice. "You're my owner, shouldn't I be begging for forgiveness?"

"No, no," You sob even louder.

And Jinwoo couldn't do anything else but comfort you.

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Jinwoo didnt know how, but he managed to put you into sleep right after taking you home. He delivered some spare clothes to you for you to change in. He tucked you in under the shabby blankets and watched over you.

His gaze was stuck on you, contemplating deeply while guilt slowly clawed at his heart.

Tap, Tap, Tap.

"You'll get her killed." A voice suddenly says, and Jinwoo shot up, blocking his arm in front of you as you slept.

"Who—"

"Shut up"

The voice suddenly came from behind him, and when Jinwoo looked back— He could see a pair of purple eyes glaring at him. He can't quite see the face of the man, it was too pitch black and the moon isnt out tonight. He tried grabbing the vase on the sidetable but something had stopped him.

He can't quite tell, but it was as if the air itself is holding him back as those wicked and purple eyes glanced at him from the darkness right beside your sleeping form.

"You really think a damn vase can scare off an intruder?" The man scoffs. "You're pathetic."

"Who are you?" Jinwoo asks again, struggling to move as quiet murmurs surrounded him.

"Some guy" He answers.

"You must be one of those—"

"Ssh." The purple eyes gaze up at him again. "You'll wake the princess up with your voice."

Jinwoo shut his mouth, biting down on his lip as once again he felt so utterly hopeless. Not to mention the air around the stranger was absolutely wicked and somehow... Demonic? Otherwordly?

It was a feeling akin to staring at the abyss, the unkown that makes your skin crawl and itch.

That man is dangerous.

Dangerous But Not Hostile.

"That sister of hers," The man starts, his voice a little tense. "Will get her killed in a few years."

"Excuse me?"

"She'll die, and her blood will be on you, Jinwoo" He grits his teeth. "Just like your sister's who died from starvation, just like your mother who died from sickness, just like your father who died in your arms saving you from a bandit— Her blood will be on your hands just like theirs that is already on you."

"....."

"So quiet, now, huh? You're crying?" He sneers, the voice suddenly coming from behind him. "Crying wont do you any good, you fucking idiot."

"So what exactly do you want me to do?" Jinwoo yells, struggling as he tried to face the man. "I'm not strong, I'm built like a twig. I'm trying, okay? But I'm just a slave. This house is goddamn shabby, I've been trying to fix everything but it's lacking. I can barely even help in the farm, not to mention it's almost winter soon and if she wont die by that bitch's hands then she'll die because of this house! What the hell do you think I can do? I'm trying here and nothing is working!"

"...."

Of course he doesn't want to be in this situation either. Who does? He already lost his family, his blood, his precious kin— All gone and he couldnt do anything about. It was a hopeless situation. Of course, he tried getting a job in the capital since you let him roam as he pleases. He tried some odd jobs, several of them ranging from ordinary helper jobs to cleaning shoes to selling newspapers; nothing is working.

He lost his family because of his weakness, and because of that same weakness he'll loose you too.

"Hypothetically, you are given a guide to becoming extremely strong to protect her but in the process you loose your sanity along the way as well as your emotions" The voice says, his footsteps echoing in the quiet room as he walked around Jinwoo like a ghost. "How far are you willing to go?"

"Farther than the limit."

"Even if you lose your limbs along the way?"

"Yes."

"Even if you get mauled by beasts?"

"Yes."

"Even if you go mad by the power you'll soon hold?"

"Yes."

"Even if you must become a murderer?"

"Yes."

"I'll do it."

"I'll do it all for her sake."

"Good" The voice hums, satisfied.

Jinwoo starts feeling dizzy, his legs giving in as he felt himself collapse on something soft.

"Protect her." The stranger's tone becomes gentle. "Where I failed to do so, be better than me. Devote yourself to her. Protect the heart that is more precious than anything in this world. Even if you go through hell, you must protect her. You must love her. Give her all the adoration you can ever give. Because I couldn't protect my princess. So don't make the same mistake."

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Jinwoo had received the system from that night ever since. He had been busy from then on, often going out in the day and coming back in the evenings tired but somehow... A little different.

He'd go on long trips sometimes, which you honestly didn't mind so long as he promises to come home.

Soon enough, that same lanky, 18 year old boy— Is suddenly a head taller than you that you physically have to strain your neck just so you can meet with him eye-to-eye. Jinwoo had become from a lanky boy to a different person in just a blink of an eye in a matter of months.

Each long week he disappears; he comes back even more mature and lax in his demeanour. The next thing you knew, Jinwoo enrolled himself as a hunter.

You're proud of him, of course you are.

That's your Jinwoo.

Your precious, precious and sweet Jinwoo who always stuck by your side even if you are a noble who had no servant to her name and a manor fit to be deemed as a haunted home.

The wealth would soon come pouring in with each succesful hunt Jinwoo goes through. And the more powerful his bounties were, the more famous he became. The money he accumulated directly went into rebuilding the shabby manor into an opulent home worthy of a duke's daughter. Your filthy, ragged dresses were replaced by finely crafted fabrics. Your neck and ears would be adorned in the meek but captivating jewelry.

Of course, he still had that title of slave over his head but weirdly enough... Jinwoo seemed to carry it as a badge of honor.

Why?

Because he was yours.

What he is, is yours.

Naturally, jealous eyes come your way as the your dear hunter is now the most sought after. Who wouldn't want him anyway? Tall, handsome, a hunter— He is the embodiment of what is lusted for with a man.

And yet he never once bat an eye to those arrogant nobles who offered him the finest of fine wealth could ever give.

Love letters from all over the kingdom pine for your precious Jinwoo.

And yet he still chose you.

Those steely grey eyes of him would solely be for you and you only.

He looked a you like you are his precious goddess.

You Jinwoo is so... So Innocent and lovely.

Even as he held your father's severed head on his hand.

Even as a pool of blood puddled beneath his feet. Even as his grey orbs have turned purple. Even as the opulent pearl tiles reflected his maddened figure.

Your Jinwoo is just so... So lovely.

His heart, oh, his heart belonged to you. His innocent, pretty little master who looks up at him with a bewildered but awestruck gaze— He knew you weren't mad.

"I did it all for you, princess" Jinwoo would coo, cupping your face and swiping his thumb affectionately over cheek. "They were trying to make you cry again. We can't have that"

He whispers, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "After all, I am yours. We're already binded by a contract. Even if it didn't exist I'd still choose the same choice I have made now."

He holds up his hand, pressing his palm against yours as the tattooes rings on your ring fingers glowed purple.

"See? Even our mark is like wedding rings" He intertwines your fingers together before bringing it up to his lips and kissing the mark on you. "It's okay. It's okay. This is for your own good."

"This is all for your sake, my precious god."

"This bloodbath is an offering for you."

꒰ A/N: idk what I made nor do I wanna know. The plot is all over the place wheeze. I'm quaking at writer's block. I should not write for Jinwoo until I get the energy back. I'm so mindblocked with him maybe it's because I cant draw fanart of him atm. ahhhhhhhhhh ꒱

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧･ﾟ: ~♡ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[mydearestbeloved]

TP!Reader trying on different wedding dresses for funsies and Jinwoo is just itching to propose to her right then and there.

Oh-ho-HO~ On a funnier note, dear Anon—the moment I read "wedding dresses" and "proposal," my mind immediately went to that one scene I saw in a YouTube Shorts from the manhwa “First of All, Let’s Hide My Younger Brother” (or “Let’s Hide My Younger Brother First” depending on the translation).

Picture this:

TP!Reader wearing a wedding dress for one reason or another—or just a mainly white attire that could pass off as one—when there's a sudden emergency nearby (a gate that needs to be closed pronto, or a dungeon break, for example).

And Jinwoo—whether he was there from the beginning or shadow-stepped in mid-fight—is just so love-struck he just have to choose that exact moment to get on one knee, pulls out a ring from who-knows-where, while TP just blink, standing there frozen in her now bloodied whites, amidst the gore and carcasses of magic beasts she just slaughtered in (admittedly) cold blood mere seconds ago just because a beast dared to leave a scratch on one of her children🦋—

Jinwoo: 🧎‍♂️🫴🏻💍 “Marry me.” 😍🖤🥺

(Name): 🧍‍♀️😐😳 “???” 🤨🤦‍♀️🫣

In disbelief, flattered, exasperated, excited, horrified, shy, tired—point is, how exactly is she supposed to react to this kind of straight-out-of-fiction (again) situation?!

ASDFGHJKL 😂🤣

This—

Perhaps, another inspiration for a future scene in the TP AU...? 🤔

Eh, who knows if I might do it for real or not? 🤷‍♀️

Let the records show that I make no promises as of now. ☺️

[thewritetofreespeech]

Hey ,hey! Could I request Jinwoo with a scientist partner? Imagine they help him create poisons and medicine.

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It was late in the evening when Jinwoo arrived at the University. Parking his car in a staff space not meant for him but rather the person he was picking up. He wondered if they would be annoyed, he was so late, but he doubted it. They probably hadn’t even realized the time. Hunkered down over their desk or lab table fussing over numbers.

Sure enough, when he walked into the lab, [Y/N] stood up, removed their goggles, and looked at their watch. “Good heavens! Is that the time??” Jinwoo just smiled.

They met when Jinwoo was searching for a cure for his mother’s condition.

He knew that Earthly plants had the ability to cure diseases, especially in eastern medicines, so why couldn’t dungeon plants cure dungeon disease? It was a hypothesis that [Y/N] had pitched as their graduate thesis and how Jinwoo came across their name in his own research.

Unfortunately for [Y/N] they were not a Hunter, merely brilliant, so they could not access the dungeons. They lobbied to get special “academic dispensation” for a research party to go, but it was denied by the government. So, they had to rely on Hunters to get the rare plants they needed for their findings. Hence, their partnership. A partnership that turned from platonic, to amorous, to romantic.

“Lost track of time again?”

“Or time is losing me.” [Y/N] whined as the stretched their arms over their head. Probably for the first time all day. “How was your day?”

Jinwoo smirked and reached into his bag to pull out a very rare, very spongy-looking type of cave moss locked in a jar. [Y/N] gasped and squealed like he had just produced a dozen red roses from behind his back. “Is that the Igris Moss?!”

“It is.” He confirmed with a chuckle. Now that he was strong enough to defeat higher ranking dungeons, he could also collect higher ranking loot. Part of which, for him anyway, was plants like this for [Y/N]

“Oooo! I can’t wait to get this under a microscope!”

“Tomorrow.” Jinwoo insisted as he reached out to catch their arm before they ran off. “It’s time to go home. You can play with it tomorrow.”

“But…this could just be the thing….”

For what, Jinwoo wasn’t sure. A cure for cancer? Potions to revive the fatally wounded? Poisons to instantly kill monsters B-ranks and lower? Besides the first one, [Y/N] had created them all for the sake of humanity and it’s fight against the Chaos. ‘The Dungeon Master Cleric who’d never set foot in a Dungeon’, that’s what they called them.

“You need your rest if you’re going to be brilliant tomorrow.” Jinwoo told them.

[Y/N] pouted and looked at their sample. Clearly they saw the reason in his words, but wanted to deny it. “Just let me lock this up….” They relented. Making sure the sample was secure before they came back to Jinwoo and took their lab coat off. “Party pooper…”

Jinwoo chuckled and leaned down to kiss them. “I know. I’m a big meany.” He took their hand and led them to the car. “I’ll make you pancakes in the morning to make it up to you.”

“I don’t want pancakes.” [Y/N] muttered as they walked. “I want my sample.”

They continued to pout and drag their feet until they made it to the car. “Can we have waffles?” They finally asked after Jinwoo opened the door for them.

He smiled and told them, “Of course.” If they were going to save the world with science, and he was going to save it with magic, then they both should have a good breakfast.

[fyuyushia]

Capture target: You!

Sung Jinwoo walks you home after the date mini reunion 2.0. you both agree to meet again sometime soon and finally exchange numbers.

Masterlist for the series

Short chapter this time....

"Thanks for the treat."

Tilting your head a bit, you bow as you prepare to leave. A few hours had passed, all spent in more conversations that lasted longer than back in the

"No problem, thank you too for spending time with me."

You chuckle, brushing off his words with a wave. "Oh please, I should be the one honored."

"Please, even if I've gotten a bit-as weird as it sounds-famous, I don't think I've changed that much." He smiles, "don't act like a stranger now."

"I'll keep that in mind, then."

[Sub-quest: Go to a food establishment together with [name] for the promised date {complete!}]

Ignoring the window, his gaze darts towards you-who slowly prepared to leave. You raised your arms, stretching it languidly like a cat, humming softly as you hear your bones pop.

"It's getting late, shall we go now?"

"Of course," Jinwoo stands up from his seat, picking himself up to follow. "I'll take you home, then."

"Pardon?" You pause.

"Hm?" He pauses too.

"Take me home?" You tilt your head, mildly surprised.

"Yes, take you home. It's dangerous to be off on your own around this time."

A second or two passes in silence, with you still processing his words. You gasp, flailing your arms around.

"Oh, no no, you don't need to go through the trouble!"

"No, it's fine, I insist." He chuckles, "I'm the one who troubled you by making you stay. It's my responsibility to make sure you get home safe too."

Blood rushes to your cheeks, heart thumping at his thoughtful offer. Jeez, why was he doing just the right things to make you swoon? That's just unfair. With a defeated sigh, you relent.

"Alright then, do as you wish." Jinwoo smiles a close eyed grin in response.

You walk out of the cafe with Jinwoo in tow. His wandering eyes dart towards your figure, then back to his front every now and then. He tucks his hands inside the pockets of his jacket, amusing himself with the sight of the bustling streets instead.

Lamp posts strewn about on the road lit up what would have been dark paths, the several still open shops providing it's own light as well through glass walls that provided a glimpse of what was inside. His gaze moves from the stores, to the people filling up the streets.

Some were couples, some were workers itching to get home, some were youths who just finished trips and were now heading back home, some were family, a variety of people, he notices, filled up this place with life.

There were a lot of people, much more than normal.

So, he did what any sane person who cared a bit for their company. He walked closer beside you, closing the distance until your shoulders sometimes grazed each other's with every stride.

You arch a brow. Your eyes scan his face for an explanation, and you pair it with a confused tilt of your head. Seeing this, he quickly explains, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

"There's a lot of people tonight, stay close, wouldn't want to lose you accidentally."

You blink, donning a bemused smile. Gaze sweeping over the entire place, you blink again when you find that, although the streets were, yes, bustling with life, it's not so crowded to warrant such an act.

There was still plenty of space for other passersby to pass through, and you're certain you wouldn't lose each other in such a wide street.

"I don't think it's that-" you look back at him, sharing your findings.

You stop, though, when you notice the slightest tinge of red on the tips of his ears. Your lips part, mildly surprised, before shutting into a knowing smile.

"What is it?"

You shake your head, placing both hands beside your back as a fond look encompasses your eyes.

"Nothing, nevermind me."

He sports a bemused look, but doesn't push you for answers. He doesn't seem to notice the fact that his ears went just the smallest bit red as he initiated the move. Shrugging, he lets the matter go without a fuss, even as he questions the sudden cut off. A part of him wondered what you meant to say, but he wasn't too curious, and he had a feeling it wouldn't do well for him if he did hear.

You stifle a giggle.

[Lvl 1. Acquaintance

♡ = 11% (+ 1 )

Feeling: (Locked.)]

Jinwoo hears the pinging of the system, and, like clockwork, a hologram appears in front of him, informing him of the latest updates.

Mildly surprised by the sudden affinity raise, his brows furrow before quickly resting back in place. He didn't think that it would warrant a raise in points, but he didn't complain, seeing as it helped him reach the end goal faster.

Jinwoo feels someone press against his shoulder, leaning just a teensy bit closer. His eyes widen ever so slightly. Looking your way, Jinwoo finds you closing the remaining distance. You meet his gaze with a mirthful grin, he fears he might get blinded by the sheer brightness of your smile.

"Is this close enough, now?"

His steps stutter. Clearing his throat subtly, he averts his eyes. "Yes, this should be fine."

His expression is devoid of any emotions, and he ensures it stays that way. He forces the flush that threatens to creep up on his neck down, ignores the faint flutter he feels.

It's been too long, he's completely forgotten what it was like to feel this way. And gosh, he thought he already got rid of this—he doesn't think he has the time to indulge in such light hearted moments.

He had no reason to feel this way.

Your voice, a giggle, begrudgingly brings his attention back to you.

"Is there something funny?"

Your hands cover your mouth partly, eyes crinkling with amusement even as you face him. "No, nothing much."

You sigh, eyes closed. "It's just that, it reminds me of back then."

He keeps himself quiet, silently urging you to go on, and you do. "You know, you also used to walk me home. Even if my house was a bit far from yours and all."

A moment of silence is given as you recall the past, mostly what he did for you back then. You allow the gentle hum of the city to consume the atmosphere between you as thoughtfully look back.

Jinwoo hums, dread and embarrassment filling up his mind at the memory. Ah, yes, he did do that once upon a time-one of the many efforts he made to stay close to you and hopefully gain your affection. You never did catch onto it though, even in the very end when you had to move.

He grimaces inwardly, ashamed of the memory. You seemed to think otherwise though, bringing it up fondly instead.

Or, his breath hitched at the thought. Did you notice but pretend to be clueless?

No matter, it was already in the past. He doesn't have lingering feelings for you anymore, at least, he convinces himself of that.

"I did do that before."

"You did." You nodded, "It was thoughtful."

Your eyes move on the view in front of you, no longer meeting him in the eye. "Come to think of it, you were always a protective one."

Jinwoo keeps his lips shut, simply watching as you reminisce the past. Soft light coated your skin, lighting you up and providing a shimmer in your eyes he couldn't quite match.

"Yes, well," he puts his hands in his coat's pockets, curling it into a fist. I liked you. "I'd feel bad if I just left you alone like that. Especially since danger wasn't only a peculiar stranger during those times—and even now."

He scratches the back of his head. "Looking back on it now, I think I might've overstepped. Because of me, you couldn't walk home along with your friends."

You're quick to shut down his self deprecating words. "No, I didn't mind."

You don't look his way, but he notices the way your eyes narrow, crinkle ever so slightly, notices the slight twitch of your lips. And, he could've sworn you looked pleased, flustered even.

Or maybe that was just his delusion.

Overthinking does wonders, and so does staring at someone too much.

Your lips move, mumbling something nearly incomprehensible. It was faint, clearly not meant for him to hear, but he heard it nonetheless.

"On the contrary, I liked you because of it." You were so thoughtful, I couldn't help but fall.

What. He has to double take before taking your words in. For a moment, he completely blanks out, but he's back to earth before he can spend too long in what seemed like cloud 9. Get a grip, now's not the time to be acting like a schoolboy.

He can hear the system ping again in the background, but he can't bring himself to care, unable to even focus to see what it said. He's not in the current headspace for that yet.

"Pardon?" His eyes were wide, nearly stopping in his tracks. "Did you say something?"

You quickly turn to face him, a flicker of surprise dying down just as quickly as it appeared.

"Hm?" You cover up your earlier words with a laugh, effortlessly brushing it off when he couldn't. "I said I don't mind, you're a good company to have as well."

You smile, genuine. And while you quickly move onto the next topic, he's still stuck on the words that left your lips.

Did he mishear? No, he's not the type to delude himself. There was no mistaking the memory, the words you uttered. It was yours, undoubtedly spilling from your mouth and not and not from anyone else's, at least, he thinks. He thinks.

His fingers dig against the palm of his hand, what was that?

What was that?

"It's good to see that you haven't changed much, still thoughtful as ever." Your words pass through one ear over the other, it's hard to focus.

"Be careful though," you lean over, and his heart might (heavy on might) have just skipped a beat. "Your kind nature, added with those killer looks might just turn you into a lady killer."

You gasp, as if realizing something. "Oh wait—is that perhaps your goal?" You shake your head, gaze accusatory. "My my, how sneaky."

Jinwoo has to physically take a pause, breath, and recover before he can ease back into the conversation. But even then your words don't completely leave his mind, haunting him persistently.

"Stop exaggerating. You know I'm not that kind of person."

He deadpans, placing a finger on your forehead and pushing you away from his side with little strength. Your eyes follow his finger curiously, yelping when he pushes you with it.

"Hey!" You stumble back a couple steps, pulling his wrist away with a groan. "That was uncalled for."

You place a hand over your forehead, rubbing it whilst giving him a snide glare.

He smirks when he feels your glare. Retracting his arm, he returns it in his pocket. "And lady killer, really? I do agree I've changed but I don't think I'm as 'killer looking' as you say I am."

You roll your eyes, "yea right. Of course a handsome guy would act modest, yea right." You roll your eyes again. "Of course."

Jinwoo's brow twitches at your attitude, and there's also a flutter inside his stomach that leaves him uncomfortable. He sighs, head shaking in exasperation.

His attention is forced away when he notices the familiar structure of your apartment complex. "Seems like we're here, isn't this your home?"

You blink, halting your attitude. Following his gaze, you make an 'o' shape with your mouth when you find that, indeed, you arrived already.

"You're right, this is where I live." You approach the entrance, then pause, and turn around. "Wait, how did you know?"

Jinwoo suppresses the urge to flinch. He schools his face. "I just figured, since it was an apartment complex."

You narrow your eyes, playfully scrutinizing him. He averts your gaze, subtly looking the other direction whilst still donning a calm expression, refusing to betray the panic that surged inside him.

You let him go with a giggle. "Then, it seems we really have to part ways now."

He nods, taking a deep exhale. "Thanks for walking me home."

"It's no problem."

You hold onto the sling of your bag, hesitating a bit to leave him. He watches your back, a bittersweet feeling coating his heart.

"On the contrary, I liked you because of it."

"Wait," his fingers wrap around your wrist before you can come inside. Brought on by sheer impulse alone, sweat drips down his forehead. What is he doing?

You flinch, surprised. A small squeak of surprise is ripped out of you as you look back.

Jinwoo stands behind you, his hold unsure, hesitant even. You blink, surprised. He returns the look, looking as equally surprised as you at his own actions.

"Jinwoo..?"

"If you don't mind... Can I take you out again, sometime?" He hesitates, sounding a bit shy even.

Your eyes widen. Beating in a thunderous motion, was your heart, you could hear it thundering against your ribcage, you hoped he wouldn't.

You shouldn't take this the wrong way, you really shouldn't. He's just asking that because he appreciates your friendly company. Nothing more, nothing less. Still, your heart betrays you and flips at such a simple question.

"O-of course!" You stammer out a reply, nodding—too eagerly for your liking—in response. "Anytime!"

His eyes light up. Removing his hold on you, he takes a step back. There's an edge to his voice that makes it known to you he's as out of the water as you are right now. It both comforts and flusters you even more.

"Great." He mumbles.

"Is that all?"

"Yes, that's all, I think." With a clear of his throat, he gulps. "Then, I'll see you soon?"

Your fingers fiddle. "Mhm, see you around. Just tell me when."

As if realizing something, Jinwoo stiffens up. "Ah wait—"

"Hm?" The way you quickly stop to listen to him is shameful, but you don't care anymore.

"Your number." He breathes out, "I still don't have your number."

"Oh, oh, oh, uh right!" You hastily open your bag, searching for your phone.

Handing it to him, your cheeks burn as you feel his fingers graze yours as he takes it. Inputting his number on your phone, long fingers press through keys before he returns it back to you.

You accept it, staring at his phone number for a moment. "Then is this all?"

His number, huh.

"Yes, really, this time." He nods, you return the gesture.

"Then, bye. Really, this time." You pause, swallowing thickly. "I'll be waiting for your text."

His heart is treacherous, and his legs nearly buckle at the sight of your near shy expression. He holds it in, of course, how he feels. He's just nonchalant like that. "Mhm, goodbye."

He smiles, perhaps a bit too widely. He waves you goodbye, and you return it with a hesitant wave of your own, this time, really going retreating to your apartment, no more buts and wait.

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It had been a miracle getting him out of his black combat coat and into something that didn’t scream “I command death.” But I did it—dark jeans, fitted navy sweater, and just a hint of a smile that said I’m not about to summon a shadow army… probably.

“See?” I teased, brushing a crumb off his sleeve. “You can look like a normal human.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Do I usually not?”

“You look like a whole final boss most days.”

That earned a smirk. “And you’re still brave enough to date me?”

“Someone has to keep you humble.”

We were walking down the street after lunch, warm coffees in hand, fingers laced together. The weather was perfect. No gates, no chaos. Just us. For once, it felt like we were living a normal life.

Until he let go of my hand to answer a phone call, stepping a few feet away. That was when it happened.

“Hey,” a voice said from my left.

I turned, and there he was—tall-ish, kind of smug, definitely not reading the situation right.

“You alone?” he asked, looking me up and down with a little too much confidence.

I blinked. “Uh, no—”

“You from around here?” he grinned. “I don’t normally do this, but you’re gorgeous. I’d regret it if I didn’t ask—can I get your number?”

I opened my mouth to decline politely, but before I could—

“She’s not available.”

The guy turned around, and I swear the temperature dropped five degrees. Jin-Woo had finished his call and was now standing just behind us, his expression unreadable—but his eyes? Oh, they were dark.

And not just in color.

The kind of dark that made grown Hunters nervous. The kind of dark that whispered I’ve seen death and become something worse.

The guy chuckled nervously. “Whoa, relax, man. Just saying hi—”

“She has a boyfriend,” Jin-Woo said, stepping forward and slipping an arm around my waist, tugging me gently toward him. “Me.”

The stranger looked between us. “Okay, cool, no need to get all—intense.”

Jin-Woo didn’t blink. “Walk. Away.”

The guy didn’t need to be told twice. He gave a half-hearted shrug and backed off, muttering something under his breath before disappearing into the crowd.

I turned to Jin-Woo, still tucked against his side. “That was a bit dramatic.”

“He was trying to flirt with you.”

“I was literally about to say I had a boyfriend.”

“But you didn’t say it fast enough.”

I laughed. “Were you jealous?”

He didn’t answer.

I nudged him with my shoulder. “You totally were.”

“He looked like the kind of guy who wears fake cologne and lies about his job,” Jin-Woo muttered.

“That’s not an answer.”

“I wasn’t jealous,” he said calmly. “I just didn’t like him looking at you like that.”

I smiled and reached up to press a kiss to his cheek. “You’re cute when you’re possessive.”

He glanced down at me, his expression softening just enough to melt a little of the frost. “You’re mine.”

I grinned. “Yeah, I am.”

“And next time,” he said with a small smirk, “I’m holding your hand the entire date.”

“Deal. But only if you promise not to summon Beru behind him next time.”

“…No promises.”

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i saw you opened a request…

if possible can you write Mafia Jin-woo x reader?

Like sunshine and sunshine's protector

loves your writing ❤

The light in the shadows [SJW x Reader]

[A/N]: Hello love! Thank you so much for your ask, I really enjoyed writing this!! Also I want to take the chance to say that I almost reached 100 followers, which I find so fucking cool, I am so grateful! I was thinking about doing something special to celebrate! Stay tuned my loves - Rook

(fuck me I almsot forgot the title)

Genre: Mafia AU | Romantic with a sprinkle of my usual angst. Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x Reader Lenght: 2.6K words, i let myself gooo

"A kind bar owner unknowingly becomes entangled with Sung Jinwoo, a mysterious and dangerous man from a hidden world of power and violence"

The first time you saw Sung Jinwoo, it was definitely memorable. Maybe because it was in the back alley of your bar—oh and covered in blood too.

The hot summer air clung to your skin, thick and humid as you pushed open the back door, a heavy garbage bag dragging behind you with a dull scrape. It was an eventful night at work and you decided to keep the bar open for another hour, now after hauling sack after sack you were starting to question your own choice.

On your way back inside, your foot caught on something—someone. Not a corpse, thankfully, but a very much alive body slumped against the wall, breathing ragged and stained in blood.

He didn’t flinch when you yelped, nor when you fumbled and dropped the garbage bag, contents spilling across the pavement. Instead, he blinked up at you slowly, like you were the one who’d interrupted his night.

"Sir! Are you okay? What happened? Wait here I'll call the am-"

“...Sorry,” he muttered, halting you from taking another step, voice low and hoarse. “Didn’t mean to scare you, please don't call the ambulance I'm fine"

You stared at him, unsure if you were more concerned or confused. Fine wasn’t exactly the word you’d use for a man who had splotches of blood on him. Your eyes darted on the gun holsters hung under his arms, thought devoid of any weapons.

His left side glistened red, soaking through the fabric like an abstract painting. And yet, somehow, his expression was calm. Stoic. As if this wasn’t even the worst part of his day.

You crouched a little closer, keeping your distance, hands out in front of you like approaching a wounded dog. “You’re bleeding,” you said gently. “A lot.”

“I’ve had worse.” His head tilted slightly, dark eyes meeting yours. Despite his condition, there was a sharp awareness behind them. Watchful. Dangerous.

Yet something about him pulled at your chest. Not fear. Something softer. Something stubborn.

“Well, you can’t stay out here.” You rose to your feet. “Look, I won’t call an ambulance, but let me at least get you inside. Just for a bit, okay? Maybe I can help you out".

With gentle hands you helped him up and brought him inside.

You managed to sit him down on one of the chairs, first aid kit in hand as you examined what could you do to help, thankfully it looked that not all of the blood was his.

You tried not to stare at the way his shirt clung to the lean lines of his chest, the hint of muscle beneath as you peeled the fabric away from the wound. Your hands moved carefully, fingers brushing his skin like he might shatter if you weren’t careful.

“This might sting,” you warned, though your voice was as soft as the cotton pad you pressed to the jagged cut.

He didn’t so much as wince.

Jinwoo looked at you then—really looked at you. For a moment, his eyes lingered, taking in the gentle crease of concern in your brow. You were pretty, he thought, like warm rays of sunlit peeking from the curtains at morning, quiet and comforting.

“You don’t talk much, huh?” you asked, gently cleaning around the wound. Your fingertips barely grazing him. He was warm, a living contradiction of how he was in his field of work—quiet and dangerous, and yet sitting so still under your care like he belonged there.

“Not much to say,” he murmured, voice low.

"I guess you won't tell me how did you end up like this, am I right?"

“You’d be right,” he said, his voice still that quiet gravel, though something in it almost sounded amused. “It’s… complicated.”

You gave a small smile as you finished wrapping the last bit of gauze, hands steady despite the thrum of curiosity dancing under your skin.

“I figured,” you replied, gently pressing down to secure the bandage. “People don’t end up bleeding in alleyways behind quiet bars because of simple things.”

He let out a soft sound, not quite a laugh, not quite a scoff. Just a breath, like he didn’t know what to do with you. Most people would’ve run, called the cops, shut the door and pretended he wasn’t real. But you—sunshine in human form—you helped him.

"Is your home near?" he asked suddenly, eyes flicking toward the back hallway of the bar.

You blinked, caught a little off guard by the question. “Upstairs actually, it's uh... It's convenient. Plus, the rent’s unbeatable when you’re the one running the bar.”

He nodded once, then shifted, testing his weight. You reached out instinctively to stop him, your hand pressing gently to his chest. “Hey, you probably shouldn’t move too fast. You’re still bleeding under that shirt.”

His breath hitched just slightly at the touch, and so did yours when you realized how close you’d leaned in. His eyes flicked to your lips for a heartbeat, but he didn’t say anything.

"Ah! Sorry, please don't move around so quick, I tried to patch you up but you still be gentle"

He shook his head. “No. You’re… fine. More than fine.”

The words left his mouth before he could stop them. Honest. Quiet. And somehow heavier than they should’ve been.

You tilted your head, smile tugging at your lips again. “You sure you’re not concussed?”

That earned you a real smile. Small. Lopsided. The kind of smile that felt like seeing the sun rise after a long, cold night.

“I’m Jinwoo,” he offered suddenly. “Sung Jinwoo.”

You blinked. “You didn’t have to tell me.”

“I know, but I wanted to." He said before vanishing in the midnight breeze, leaving you hoping for another encounter.

———

He started coming back.

Never uninvited. Always after hours. Sometimes with bruised knuckles and a stitched brow, sometimes just to sit in silence in the dim light of your bar’s back room. You started keeping an extra plate warm. Left a bottle of water near his usual seat.

He never said what he did and you had never asked.

But you weren’t naïve.

The way he moved—sharp, alert, a predator even when relaxed. The clipped tone of his voice when he answered hushed phone calls near the back exit. Sometimes you caught glimpses of ink beneath the cuff of his rolled sleeves—faint lines of tattoos that whispered of something far more dangerous than his calm smile let on.

And then there were the new patrons.

They came late—never drunk, never loud. One of them, tall and still like a statue, always sat at the same table near the window. He read classic novels in silence, rarely speaking unless it was to quietly compliment the taste of the whiskey you poured. His name, or at least the one he gave after he started being a regular, was Igris

The other? A bit harder to forget.

He slouched across chairs like he owned them, spun bottle caps between his fingers, and flirted harmlessly with the jukebox. His laughter was easy, strange—but never quite reached his eyes. You once saw him fold a coin in half with nothing but his thumb. Said his name was Beru, with a grin sharp enough to draw blood.

They came in just before midnight and always left before closing. Never caused trouble. But something about the way they watched the room—watched you—felt intentional.

You didn’t press, you weren't stupid.

And still, they never brought trouble to your doorstep. Never stayed too long, never made any demands, and never pushed for anything more than a polite chat and a glass of something strong. But there was always something a little off—a lingering sense that they were keeping track of more than just your bar.

You caught a glimpse of them once, after you began closing the bar, as they met Jinwoo as he was coming for your now usual night talks. The way they looked at him and bowed politely was something more than a simple greeting.

You didn't know what kind of relationship there was between them, because at the end of the day Sung Jinwoo to you was just Jinwoo.

The man who fixed your broken liquor shelf without being asked. Who stood behind the bar with you one night, sleeves rolled up, silently drying glasses while the rain poured against the windows. Listening quietly as you spoke about the day. Who once crouched in the alleyway for over an hour when your neighbor’s dog ran off—and brought it back with a quiet, proud little smirk.

You were sunshine, people told you. Too soft for this world. Always laughing, always gentle, always making the regulars feel like kings.

And Jinwoo?

He looked at you like you were something from a better world. Something untouched. Something he wasn’t supposed to reach for, especially now that you were getting closer to him.

"You shouldn't be so close to me" he said one night, it was late after your shift, the bar was closed to all except you and Jinwoo. You wanted him to try a glass of your new drink, peach liqueur and gin, just the way he hinted that he liked.

"Why not?" You looked at him a bit confused at first, doe eye shifted to him.

“My world… people like you usually don’t last in it.”

You felt the words settle in the air like ash, bittersweet and familiar. You didn’t flinch. Instead, you walked around the counter slowly, closing the space between you and him with soft, steady steps.

And then, with gentle fingers, you reached up and fixed the crooked collar of his coat—tugging it straight like you’d done it a hundred times before.

“Then maybe your world needs someone like me,” you said softly. “Maybe it needs something warm. Something that doesn’t come with blood on its hands.”

Jinwoo’s breath caught.

He looked at you like he’d been holding it for years—like he didn’t know what to do with something so kind, so real. His eyes flicked between yours, searching for doubt, fear, anything that said you didn’t mean it.

But there was none. Just you. Bright and unwavering in front of him.

He didn’t touch you. “I don’t want to ruin this,” he murmured. “Ruin you.”

You gave him a sad little smile, like you knew he’d say that. Like it hurt, but you understood.

“You won’t” you said, your voice like honey, a quiet, hidden sadness was present in his eyes as he looked at you.

———

You didn’t see him for a while after that night. You told yourself not to worry, that he was just busy with his work,

But worry crept in anyway—every time you passed the stool he always sat in, or found yourself making an extra drink out of habit. You even thought about calling the number he scribbled on a napkin once, but you didn't. You felt as if trying to keep him close you managed only to make him push you away and that hurt, a lot.

Tonight was one of those night where you were mulling over calling him or not, dejected once again you were ready to go upstairs when the front door of your bar shattered open.

Gunshots. Screams. A flash of steel and snarled voices yelling your name made you cower in fear.

You dropped behind the bar, ears ringing and your hand firmly pressed on your mouth. You didn’t know who they were—just that they were looking for you. Tears began to form as they kept yelling for you.

Looking for Sung Jinwoo weakness.

You.

You barely had time to think before the lights flickered—then died, leaving you alone with the darkness and the pack of strangers.

And then came the sound of boots. Dozens of them, sharp and sure, stomping through the chaos like a storm.

They didn’t yell. Didn’t scream. They didn’t need to "To be quick and silent" was their only order.

They moved with lethal precision—tactical, silent, devastating. A dozen men in all black, armed to the teeth, swept into the building like a wave. You heard bodies drop. Heard cries cut off mid-breath.

And then—

“(Y/n).”

His voice.

You looked from behind the counter, his voice was a magnet.

Jinwoo stood in the middle of the wreckage—calm, bleeding but alive. His black coat was dusted in smoke and gunpowder, blood on his collar, his dark hair tousled from the fight. Around him, his men—the ones who called him boss, who’d kill for him without hesitation—secured the room.

They looked so efficient and loyal, like shadows in human form.

Among them you recognised your recent new patrons.

Igris tall and regal in a black tactical coat edged in deep crimson, eyes sharp like blades—a contrast to his mundane self, with all of his books. His loyalty radiated like armor. He didn’t look at you long, but when he did, it was with silent acknowledgment: you were safe

Beru on the other side was a bit more chaotic—hair tousled, smile sharp, a slight twitch to his fingers like he missed the sting of combat. His eyes saw you crouched and trembling, he holstered his weapon and gently extended a handkerchief to you, he had the same warm smile as when he picks a song on your jukebox.

“Boss gets angry when you're hurt,” Beru said, in a voice far too smooth for someone with blood on his boots. “And you wouldn’t like him when he’s angry.”

Then Jinwoo was there—arm outstretched, fingers stained in red but steady. Waiting for you like he always would be, eyes flickering with concern.

You took his hand without question.

———

Later, after the bodies were gone and the cops looked the other way like they were paid to, you sat behind the bar, curled up in the corner booth with a glass of something warm in your hands. Your knees still shook, your ears still rang. You were safe now, but that didn’t mean your body believed it yet.

Jinwoo stood near the doorway like a ghost unsure if he was allowed to stay.

“I should’ve kept my distance, I'm so sorry dove” he said, voice hollow, blaming himself for this mess. “I knew they’d come for you sooner or later. I knew what I was putting you in.”

“Yeah,” you said softly. “But if you had stayed away, I’d still be behind that bar. Dead. Don't you think so?”

You looked up at him then, warm but sure.

“I’m not scared of you, Jinwoo. I’m scared of a world without you.”

He blinked—like he hadn’t considered the possibility of living in his world with you safe at his side. Like he’d spent so long convincing himself that anyone who touched his world could only ever be consumed by it. That you, warm dove in his tainted world, would be better without him.

You stood and walked to him, taking his hands in yours, fingers quickly slotted together like you timidly done so many times before. They were rough, strong, stained by what he had to do to survive. But they trembled when you held them.

“I care about you,” you said, voice quiet but sure. “Whether you’re running an empire or just sitting in my bar at 1 a.m., it’s you. That doesn’t change.”

Jinwoo leaned forward, pressing his forehead to yours like a vow, breath uneven against your cheek. “I’ll protect you,” he whispered. “From everything. No one will touch... my angel”

Your heart beat faster at the way he said it—but there was no fear. Only warmth.

“Then let me protect you too,” you whispered back. “Let me be your peace.”

That was when he kissed you.

Slow, deep, reverent. Like he finally allowed himself to fall—and knew you’d be there to catch him.

———

After that night, the bar changed.

Not in ways your regulars noticed—though they seemed to swear the place felt safer, warmer, untouchable. The type of place even the worst trouble wouldn’t dare step foot in.

But you noticed.

You noticed Igris quietly sitting near the front window most nights, sipping espresso and reading a book. Never saying much, but always watching.

You noticed Beru, spinning a barstool playfully and asking customers for riddles, but standing like a loaded gun the second someone raised their voice.

And you noticed Jinwoo.

At peace, for once.

He still wore the crown of shadows. Still ruled an empire. But when he walked through your door now, he smiled—genuine, rare, something only you got to see. He touched your waist like he was afraid to wake up. Kissed your temple like a man who finally knew what home was.

And the world?

It no longer tried to tear you away from him.

Because the King of Shadows had made it clear:

You were his light.

And nothing in this world—or the next—would be allowed to dim you.

[heyimkana]

WC: 1.3K

thinking about guildmaster!Jinwoo who's been stuck in his office room all day, doing one paperwork after another. He's pissed off, silently complaining that he's not built for this, wanting nothing more than to get out of there and do something more... physical. Of course, raiding a dungeon is the first thing that comes to mind, but when you, his secretary, come knocking on his door, well... A different idea pops up.

"Good evening, Mr. Sung. I'm sorry to bother you when you already have so much on your plate, but I need you to sign these papers for me."

He wearily sighs, "Set them down here."

You walk over to his desk, your heart's racing. He looks so handsome today, exceptionally so, with the collar of his shirt unbuttoned, his strands a little messy from how he ran his hand through them earlier. Frustration looks perfect on him. “I need you to sign over here, Mr. Sung.” You lean forward, guiding him.

You get into his space, the smell of your perfume driving him insane. He tries to shake the feelings of attraction away, focusing on the task at hand, but after he signs his name with one swift motion, his gaze shifts to your face, then your figure. You’re wearing a pencil skirt and a thin blouse. You look pretty damn good today, he has to admit.

He casts his gaze away. "Would that be all?"

"Another one over here, Sir."

His body tenses up as you lean in closer, his eyes glued to your body and the way your fingers run across the paper, wondering how pretty they'd look wrapped around his cock. The urge to grab you and bend you over his desk is getting almost too powerful.

He can feel the tension in the air, something that had built up over the past couple of weeks. Every time you’d come in to drop off some files, the two of you would linger in the room together, the air between you growing more and more heated. You’re making it damn near impossible for him to hold back now. Just when he thinks he might have a handle on his feelings, you do something like this, unaware of the effects you have on him.

And now that he's feeling all pent-up...

"Mr. Sung? Is there something wrong?"

"No, nothing's wrong. Just lost in thought."

He seems to be distraught. You wonder if you can ease his mind. “Mr. Sung, is it... all right if I am honest with you for a second?”

He raises his brow, his curiosity piqued. "Of course. What is it?"

“It’s… I just want to say that your performance during the meeting yesterday was awe-inspiring. I could tell Chairman Go was absolutely taken away by you. I’m… I admire you, Mr. Sung.”

He watches as you speak, his eyes taking in your features. His resolve begins to slip with more words you utter. He tries to keep his voice calm, but he can’t stop the slight huskiness that falls into it. "Thank you," he smiles, a little bit softer than you expected.

You can't stop the heat that crawls up to your face. Hastily, you collect the papers from him. "I will be, umm... right outside if you need me." But before you can walk through the door, his deep voice rings in the air, calling out your name.

"Come here for a moment."

"Sir?"

"I need to talk to you about something. Privately.”

You swallow. Something about the way he says it fills your body with anticipation. You take a few steps closer, standing in front of his desk.

"Closer."

The authority in his tone sends shivers down your spine. Drawing a breath, you take a couple of strides further, now standing before him as he leans back on his swivel chair, his gaze intense with a little smile playing on his lips.

"W-what is it that you need from me, Mr. Sung?"

That same sweet smile grows into a smirk. "Sit on my desk."

"P-pardon?"

"Come over here and sit on my desk. Now."

The command in his voice leaves no room for you to argue. You do as he says, sitting stiffly on the edge of his table, facing him with your legs squeezed together. Your skirt rises to the middle of your thighs, and you cover the exposed skin with shaky hands. "L-Like this, Sir?"

He leans further back in his chair, his legs spread apart, his breathing heavy as he enjoys how flustered you look. His eyes traverse down your body, his lip almost bitten as the thought of you spreading your legs for him enters his mind. "Yes, just like that. You’re doing very well.”

Jinwoo brings his fingers to his lips, masking the smirk that threatens to turn a little bit sadistic. "You seem nervous. I can practically hear your heart racing from here."

You wet your lips nervously. "I don’t think this is... appropriate, Sir."

He chuckles, "Perhaps not, and yet, here you are." As you turn even more abashed, he rises from his chair, eliminating the distance between you. He places one hand on your knee, and another on the table, his gaze heavy and misted with desire. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you? Always doing the right thing, always doing everything I say."

You throw your stare down to your lap. "I'm just... doing my job."

"Mm. But you know how I feel about you, don't you? You've seen the way I look at you, but you never go past the line, never cross that boundary, no matter how much I wish you to. You’re such a good" —he leans close to your ear, his voice reducing to a whisper— "obedient little secretary. And it makes me want to ruin you."

Your eyes shut close as goosebumps break on your skin.

"You got me all curious, Angel." The tip of his nose brushes against your cheek. "Beneath that sweet, obedient exterior of yours, what is it that you want? Is there something more, something hidden deep down inside you, that only I can bring out?”

"M-Mr. Sung—"

He grabs you by your chin, his grip possessive as he tilts your face up to meet his gaze. "It's Jinwoo. Call me Jinwoo."

His dominance over you excites you, and his scent is so intoxicatingly sweet, leaving your body aching for more. Being in such close proximity to him, you can't help but let your eyes cascade to his lips. He catches it, even if it is only briefly, and his gaze darkens.

"Should we cross the line, Miss Secretary?" he whispers, his thumb gliding across your lips.

Your intense yearning for him takes over the moment you see the chance, and you press your lips against his, just tentatively, just to let him know the answer you're too ashamed to speak out loud. You pull away, meeting his eyes with a sheepish gaze. He seems taken aback for a moment, but the second it sinks in, the thread snaps.

"You're so goddamn adorable," he groans against your mouth, kissing you hungrily, his hands gripping your thighs possessively.

Both thrill and panic rise within you when he pries open your legs, settling himself in between as if you were made to take him. "J-Jin—"

He silences you with another kiss. He's a greedy man, and he wants more, everything you can offer him. His nails dig into your thighs, drawing you even closer to him until you can feel the contour of his hardening cock beneath his trousers. His tongue slides against your bottom lip, demanding entry into your mouth, deepening the kiss as soon you permit him.

Jinwoo pushes you down on his desk, caging you underneath him. His body is pressed flushed against yours, his lips scorching against your neck. As your moans fill the air, he reaches under your skirt, hiking it up to your waist, and suddenly, his hands are everywhere, roaming over your body desperately, his fingers sliding up your thigh, tracing the edge of your lingerie.

"W-wait—" you gasp out as your body slides against the documents on the desk. He was in the middle of doing something important before you came in, wasn't he? "The paperwork—"

His lean fingers circle your throat as he says—

Part 2 of this

[minh907]

Bound by Shadow.

Igris x Shadow!Reader

You wake up in nothingness. No sky. No ground. No sound, no feeling. Just darkness.

Never-ending, chilly, and strangely quiet.

You have no idea who you actually are.

You have no idea where you are or what has passed. But one thing remains - a stab in your heart. A sense of loss like a cold knife still lingers, refusing to let go. Vague memories flash by like ashes: a sword in your hand, the sound of metal clashing, the screams of battle. And then - nothing. Like a dream torn to shreds.

You're no longer human.

A voice rings out - so powerful, so authoritative, it makes the entire space shake.

"Arise."

You can't resist.

Your body moves as if your will is no longer your own. When you open your eyes, the world around you is no longer empty - but filled with living darkness.

Warriors in black armor kneel at the feet of one.

A king - with cold eyes and undeniable authority.

Him.

Shadow Monarch.

You don't speak, but you understand. Every vein in your body, every movement, every thought confirms one thing: you have become part of the army of darkness - a warrior reborn without a heart, only the will to fight.

And as you rise with the others, the gaze of one stops you.

Another soldier. His purple eyes burn like a fire smoldering beneath the surface of an icy lake.

Tall, majestic, carrying an air both noble and dangerous. His red cloak flutters despite the lack of wind. He was not holding a weapon, but a part of himself, as if it had grown along with him.

He didn't say a word. But he looked at you.

And you could feel it - he had been watching you since the moment you 'rose.'

Igris. The so-called Red Blood Commander. The one who had been Beru's most worthy opponent. The greatest warrior under Monarch.

And you didn't know why, but you knew - this wouldn't be the last time he looked at you like that.

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The order is given, short and absolute as always.

A new dungeon opens. The monsters inside do not obey the rules. They have escaped control, spreading, slaughtering every living thing within a few dozen kilometers.

You and Igris have been sent. Not to save. But to destroy.

The gate opens, and you step through with him. No words are exchanged, no tactics are needed. Only one goal: destroy them all.

You slash through the enemy like a blade cutting through the mist.

This body - though unfamiliar - reacts as if it has been through a hundred battles. You do not need to think. Every strike, every move is coldly precise. And even though you are buried deep in blood and flesh, you still feel him there.

Igris.

Never too far. Never leaves you alone. You do not understand why. He is the leader. He doesn't need to pay attention to a rookie - even if you're stronger than average.

And then a monster suddenly rises from the ground, its claws piercing through a shadow soldier near you, aiming straight for your chest. You turn around a beat too late.

Enough to die.

But before it touches you, a strong gust of wind whistles - and Igris's crimson blade pierces the monster's head.

He doesn't look at you. Just stands there, silently, blood running down his blade. 

Then he turns away.

You continue to fight. But from that moment on, you know: he is watching. Not watching. Not suspecting. But watching. Every move you make. The way you turn, strike, breathe heavily. His eyes miss no detail.

And even though he doesn’t speak, you know he wants to understand you.

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Time passes, no one counts. In this world, there is no dawn. There is only duty, fighting, and endless darkness.

You stand out.

Unlike other shadow soldiers who only know how to obey orders. You think. You judge. You even change your fighting style. Every strike is a question mark to everything around. Even for Igris.

"Kieeek.." Beru’s familiar hiss rang out, pulling you out of your thoughts. He turned his head to look at you with a look that was both teasing and genuinely curious. "He's still watching you."

You frowned. "Who?"

"Igris." Beru licked his lips, his voice shrill. "Igris. He's watching you. He seems curious."

"...Why?"

Beru laughed, his tongue as sharp as a knife. "Because you fight like a soldier who has a name."

You didn't reply. But his words sent a blurry image through your mind.

A battlefield. The sound of pouring rain. Blood everywhere. A sword. And someone calling your name. Your name. Then disappearing. You stood up, looking off into the distance where Igris was practicing his sword alone.

Every move was eerily perfect. It was as if time had been distorted by his absolute focus. The steel flashed through the air, leaving an almost sacred echo.

And then, he stopped and looked at you, not saying a word. Just a nod - very small, very slow.

An invitation.

You step forward. No ceremony. No greeting. Just steel on steel, a conversation of speed, skill, and instinct.

Igris does not hold back. Does not test you with easy blows. He attacks you as if you were a real enemy - fast, precise, unforgiving.

But you do not fall. You meet each blow with your own fervor and defiance. You force him to be serious. And then, you see it.

He changes. From testing to challenging. From doubt to acknowledgment.

The final blow collides in midair, the shockwave blowing rocks and dirt around you. You both step back. You both gasp.

And for the first time, he speaks. "You are strong."

His voice is low, but not cold. There is something like respect. You gently wipe the blood from your lips, your eyes still on him. "You too."

A pause.

Then Igris took a step forward. His eyes, though always calm, seemed different now.

"...I want to fight you again."

A strange feeling crept into your heart. Like a spark in the dark night. You looked at him, nodding slightly.

"Me too."

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That battle was not the last.

From that day on, whenever you had time, you and Igris fought. No appointment, no schedule. Just a glance between thousands of shadow soldiers - and you both knew.

The swords you and he exchanged were no longer attacks. They were words. A way to say what you both had no words to say.

On the battlefield, you and he always went hand in hand.

Igris did not give orders, did not protect you as a weaker person. He trusted you. Always let you cover his back, and did the same to him. Two swords, two heartbeats, one will.

Even though you had no clear past, you knew you had fought like that.

Maybe with him. Or for him.

One day, after a long and bloody sweep, the shadow soldiers retreated to the temporary fortress. On a ruined tower you sat, watching the flicker of the light from the edge of the dungeon far enough away for you to make out. The loneliness was heard through the ruins, hollow in the wind.

Below, you heard familiar footsteps. No need to turn around. You knew it was him.

Igris walked over to you, not saying anything, just sitting down - close enough to feel the cold aura from each other's armor, far enough to still maintain a part of the silence.

He pulled out his sword, began to wipe the dried blood from the steel blade. The movement was meticulous, as familiar as breathing.

You speak. For the first time, breaking the silence."Do you ever remember anything?"

Igris does not stop. "...What?"

You clench your fists. "Before becoming like this."

This time, he does stop.

The wind blows, carrying the distant sound of metal clashing. The other soldiers are training. But here, it's just you and him, two people lost in the unknown sea.

Igris ponders for a long time. Then he says.

"I remember the battle. I remember the blood. I remember the reason why I took up the sword."

You turn to him. His eyes are still forward - as if looking through time. You whisper. "Is there no one else? No name? No face?"

A moment of silence.

Then he replies softly. "…I remember someone. A warrior. Always standing by my side. Fighting as if they were protecting something greater than themselves."

You felt your heart pounding - though you weren't sure if it was real. "Who was that?"

Igris turned to look at you. For the first time, his eyes weren't those of a warrior.

They were those of a man who had lost what mattered most, but still vaguely held on to it.

"I don't remember their name. I only remember... their eyes. They were like yours."

You couldn't answer. You didn't know what to feel. Confused. Excited. Scared? Or comforted?

You turned away, trying to hide the emotions that were budding on your face. But Igris didn't force you. He just stood up. And before he left, he spoke softly - words as light as dust falling into the abyss.

"If we had known each other before... I think I would have trusted you."

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That night, you didn't sleep.

As a Shadow, you didn't need sleep like a human. But you still wanted to sleep - to dream. To see if someone in your dream would call your name.

How many times had you woken up in the middle of a pitch-black space, with the illusion of hearing someone shouting your name in a blazing battlefield.

But you couldn't remember.

Not a word. Not a letter.

The next day, when you returned to the training grounds, Igris was there. Waiting for you. He didn't say anything, just drew his sword, and so did you. But today, he hit harder. Faster. More fiercely. As if testing something.

As if asking: Are you really the one I remember?

And you, with all your might, with every blow - answered.

I don't remember my past. But if I were that person-. I would still protect you once more.

When you both stopped, panting in the rubble, Igris stared at you.

"You're different from everyone else. You have a soul."

You smiled faintly. "I thought we were all dead."

"Not dead," he whispered. "Just called back. But the soul... is something no one can take away."

You were silent. He took a step forward. Very slowly. Very close. Then asked softly.

"If one day, you remember your name... Will you tell me?"

Your heart skipped a beat. "If I remember...

Will you call me again?"

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We have Igris here 'cause why not? :3

I've written this since January I think, have posted it once, just repost.

Anyway, request is now opened, share your idea with me, we'll make a story together 💗

[toomanyfandoms04]

To Be Loved (Yoonho Baek x Reader) 4

Under 18 and ageless blogs DNI.

Trigger Warnings: Alcohol consumption (responsibly), Weird Creep, and Baek's Knot

A/N: Hehehehe

Chapter 4

The restaurant was a short drive from the hotel. The outside of the building was cast in bright lights to attract customers. BRUNOS was in bright orange against the red brick of the building.

The host lead you both to your table, Shane, the guard with dark hair, stands outside the restaurant and Stanley stays against the nearest wall to your table. The lighting is dim, lights hang low over the tables. Quiet classical music plays in the background.

Mr. Baek pulls out your chair before sitting across from you, a table for two. Your boss is dressed in simple black slacks, a white shirt and a black tie. You note his lack of a jacket.

Maybe his hunter abilities make his body temperature run hot?

A young woman approaches your table, clothing all black, her blonde hair held back with a headband.

“Hello, welcome to Brunos. Can I start you off with a drink?” Her notepad is ready to take your order.  

You and Baek lock eyes before looking at the menu.

“I’ll have your strongest liquor, straight.” Baek huffs.

“And for you?”

“I’ll have a glass of water, with lemon. Um, what wine do you have?” You look up to the blonde woman as she flips through her notepad.

“We have over 100 choices of wine. Do you prefer white, red, or rose?” Your eyes grow wide at the comment.

What type of place did Mr. Baek choose?

“Rose is my go to.”

“We have a pink Moscato, peach Moscato-“

“I’ll try the peach Moscato please!” Peaches were your absolute favorite fruit growing up. You hope the wine will do it justice.

“Absolutely. Will this be together or separate?”

“Together.” Mr. Baek interjects, sending you a look so that you don’t argue with him.

It’s not like I could pay for myself anyway.

“Amazing. My name is Nicole. Don’t yell if you need me.” She walks away, leaving you both in silence.

Your eyes are on the menu, not aware of your boss taking in your figure.

His eyes trail down from your hair to your face. Your makeup that you applied accentuates the color of your eyes, your lipstick makes your lips look plump and juicy.

He looks to your neck where your fragrant aroma has been flooding his nose. Your black dress accentuates your cleavage.

Baek stops his thoughts from wondering, noting something else about you.

Your eyes look happy again. Yes, he knows you applied makeup, but your iris’ are shining again. You’re not slouching your shoulders either, a noticeable difference from the airport.

Baek heard you on the phone with Jean before he knocked on your door. Maybe she cheered you up over the situation with your boyfriend.

“What are you thinking about getting?” You look up, catching your boss already looking at you.

“I was going to ask you the same thing.”

Smooth recovery. Baek internally rolls his eyes.

I can’t keep ogling over my assistant.

“Oh, I was thinking of the seafood sampler! Cooked oysters, sea scallops, and lobster over a lemon risotto.” You read the items off the menu, giving Baek a chance to glance over the menu and to pick a random item.

“The…” Baek hesitates on the pronunciation of the item. “It’s the last one of the front of the menu. How do you pronounce that?”

“Filet mignon?”

“Yeah, that one. I’ll get that.”

“You do realize it comes with two orders of vegetables, right?” Baek sighs, reading through his choice.

“I’ll try something new tonight.” He looks up at your knowing face.

Baek hates vegetables. Especially in their whole form.

“No, you’re not.” You call your boss on his bluff.

“I will. In fact, I’ll get the asparagus and the sautéed spinach.” You look at your boss, unimpressed.

The last time you both ate a meal together; it was after 12 hours of meetings following a few unsuccessful raids. The ramen place you went to wasn’t customizable, you chose your broth and got what you got. You ordered the miso base, your boss ordered the pork base.

Your bowl was clean, your boss left all of the veggies in the bowl.

“You’re going to go hungry if you don’t get something else. Lets order a starter too.”

Once Nicole returns with your drinks, she takes your orders before reappearing with your appetizers.

Braised ribs with a mushroom sauce sit in front of Baek as the fresh break basket sits in front of you.

You split the appetizers, enjoying the comfortable silence as the food settles in your stomachs.

Soon, your meals arrive, you glass of wine and Baek’s bar glass stays full. The conversation flows from both of you, the alcohol easing your jaws.

“The convention opens at 8 tomorrow, its in the center attached to the hotel. Plan on being ready around 7:30.” Baek finishes off his steak, the spinach and asparagus growing cold on his plate.

“Of course. Is there a dress code?”

“Comfortable shoes.”

“Understood.” You pull out your phone and set your alarm for 6:00 in the morning. At the rate you’re drinking, when you end up in your bed you will fall asleep immediately.

Baek says your name, pulling your attention back to your boss.

“I saw the hotel has a hot tub. Would you like to join me when we get back?” You notice his face is slightly flush.

Probably from the alcohol.

“Sure! I’m glad I remembered to bring a bikini.” You smile falters as you remember which bikini you packed.

Baek asks for Nicole and gets your bill, along with the rest of your wine.

Once Nicole walks away with her big tip, Baek stands up and helps you out of your own chair. He offers his arm and escorts you through the restaurant and in to the waiting car.

Returning to the hotel, you both move to your separate rooms and get changed.

You are very happy to have packed a bikini and cover up with you. You did pack in preparation for anything.

You remember last wearing this bikini in the states, back when you first met Logan.

You scoff to yourself and strip from your clothes.

The bikini is tan with black lace accents. You made sure to match the bikini material to your own skin tone.

A thought crosses your head. Your bikini might be too revealing to wear around your boss. On the other hand, you didn’t pack any other options, so you were stuck with this one.

Moving to the bathroom, you look at yourself in the mirror.

You adjust the material of your top, noticing your breasts have shrunk since you last wore this bikini.

Frowning, you turn to the side for further inspection. The weight of your breats spill out slightly from the bottom cups.

You adjust the strings around your neck to be longer, giving you at least a smidge more modesty.

After washing your face, you slide on your plain coverup, slip on sandals, and step out of your room

Your boss is walking down the hallway towards you, a boyish grin on his face. In his hands is your half empty bottle of wine, and a wine glass.

“You trying to keep me drunk?” You tease, looping your arm with his extended elbow.

“It’s the first time in a long time that I can see you’re genuinely happy. I’d like to see it for as long as possible tonight.” Your heart is touched by is words.

Other than Jean, Mr. Baek has been the only person to show that he cares about you through his words and actions.

“I’d like that too.” You both exit the elevator and walk through the lobby.

You hum along with the song playing through the speakers.

“What’s this one called?” Baek asks as he guides you both to the pool room.

“Sailor Song by Gigi Peres. I think it’s a beautiful song.” You resume humming as Baek opens the door for you to enter.

You wish for a love to find you like the one Gigi is singing about. A passionate love, where they can’t stand to be away from another for too long.

The pool room is humid and to your surprise, does not smell of chlorine.

Three of the 4 walls are glass and show the busy world. The pool is a nice size, gradually sloping from a shallow to deep end.

The hot tub that Baek was so interested in trying was tucked into the glass corner of the room. Chairs and tables are spread throughout the area.

You’re a little surprised that it’s just the both of you here. It’s not that late, the sun is set but the time is only 8:30 pm.

You pour yourself a glass of the Peach Moscato before taking off your coverup.

You don’t realize your face turns sour as you look at your reflection in the windows.

“Will you be joining me?” Shaken from your thoughts, you turn to see Baek standing in the hot tub. His shirt is off, his hand outstretched, waiting to assist you into the hot tub.

Heat rises to your face, internally scoffing at yourself for getting excited over the washboard abs of your boss.

The same torso and arms you’ve seen flex and shine millions of times.

“Of course,” you take his extended hand and gently step into the hot water.

You ease your body into the hot water. Baek shifts away from you, allowing a comfortable space between you both.

With the cold glass of wine, in your hand, the jets kick on. The pressurized water hits your lower back.

You sigh and take a sip of your third glass, relaxing into the steaming water. The hum of the water pump resonates through the glass room. The interstate can be seen from your view. The headlights in the distance catch your gaze. You feel Baek shifting beside you, you’re too relaxed to be concerned.

This is what you needed. The peaceful serenity, the calming atmosphere, and the welcomed company.

Yoonho Baek’s heart hadn’t stopped racing since he asked you to join him at the restaurant. His heart continued to soar when you rid yourself of your coverup.

The black lace of your bikini looked eerily similar to lingerie. The back of his mind wondered if you wore that on purpose.

He sensed your distaste for the material, Baek couldn’t understand why.

You were beautiful.

The sigh that you let out went straight to Baek’s cock. He curses his hot blood as he shifts to ease his discomfort.

I shouldn’t be feeling this way. She is my employee. I am her boss.

Baek watched your every move. The way you brough the glass to your plump lips and took generous sips. Your shoulders relaxed with every passing moment.

His eyes moved down to the slowing movement of your chest. He watched as the bubbles created by the jets comes to rest on your breasts.

Both of your heads snap to the door as it opens, two American Men enter the room with a case of beer in hand.

“You two min if we join you?” You shake your head and take another sip from your dwindling glass.

“We don’t mind. Yous can join us!” You wave them over, shifting on your knees and turning to refill your glass.

Baek’s hand hovers over your ass, blocking the perfect view from the two men.

I was enjoying the moment that we were sharing. As long as she is happy, I’ll tolerate them.

You turn to sit back down, this time pushing yourself closer to Baek.

Baek bumps his leg into yours and raises his arm to rest behind you on top of the hot tub.

Both men enter the hot tub across from you both.

Baek notices both of them staring at his arm placed behind you.

You’re off limits.

“My name’s Tyler, this is my bud, Alex.” You reply with your name.

Baek is too focused on analyzing the two men to notice your light nudge, attempting to cue your boss to introduce himself.

The first man, Tyler, sits in front of Baek. His hair is long, unkept, which goes for the rest of his body hair.

If it wasn’t for his okay physique, clean teeth, and trimmed nails, Baek would have assumed him to be homeless.

Alex, the blond man sitting in front of you, has yet to take his eyes off of you. More specifically, you chest.

Baek quickly assess the man’s physique, height, and probable weight.

None of that matters. Baek would easily dominate the fight without his powers.

You slap Baek’s chest, sending him a light glare.

“Be nice and introduce yourself.”

“Name’s Baek.” He grunts, shifting the hand that lays behind you to hold your neck.

Your glossy eyes look up to your boss, questioning why he would be touching you.

He answers your silent question by massaging his thumb and fingers into the tight tendons in your neck.

To you, your boss is simply doing something nice.

To Baek, he was telling the two men that you were taken. It may not be by him, but those are lines he’ll address later.

You converse with the two men about where they live in the United States. The conversation flowed to the convention, which is why they were there. Tyler and Alex were weapons engineers for a guild within the States. You mentioned your reason for being here is the same.

“Mr. Baek here is the chairman of the White Tiger Guild in Korea!” You smiled, gesturing to your boss.

Both men finally take in Baek. Their eyes rake in the prime physique and intimidating stare they’re receiving.

“Well, that explains the accent.”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” Baek growls at Alex, both men look like they’re going to fight.

Not if you can help it. You came back to your home country to get away from that toxic environment. You were not going to let it ruin your relaxing evening.

You down the rest of the wine in your glass.

Before another word can cut through the thick atmosphere, your hand grips on to your boss’ thigh.

“Well, my wine just ran out. I think it’s time to go to bed.” The only acknowledgement you receive is a short huff from your boss.

Both men were at a standstill.

Tyler finally comes to his senses and tries to coax Alex out of a fight.

You huff and roll your eyes. The alcohol in your system is clouding your judgement.

At least, that what you tell yourself when you remember your next actions tomorrow morning.

Your hand moves further up your boss’ thigh, too cloth to something entirely off limits.

Your nails dig into Baek’s bottoms, indenting the flesh of his thigh.

The hand on your neck squeezes in response, but Baek’s eyes are still locked on Alex.

With your back turned, your on your knees again, setting the empty glass down. Baek’s hand drops from your neck and falls dangerously low on your back. His finders play with the band of your bottoms.

You take Baek’s jaw with one hand and tangle your other hand into the nape of his hair. You turn Baek’s face so he looks at you, his pupils blown.

“We’re leaving. Now.” Your hands clench with emphasis of your last word. The pressure of your nails creating crescents on Baek’s skin.

You finally get a huff and a head nod from your boss.

As you crawl out of the hot tub, Baek stands to block the view of your ass from the two men. Tyler and Alex are in a very passionate and hushed conversation.

You hand a clean towel to Baek, your towel already wrapped around your shoulders.

You quickly clean up your items and throw on your coverup. The less amount of time Baek stays in the presence of those two men, especially Alex, the better.

You lead Baek out of the pool room, to the elevator, and eventually to your rooms.

Baek offers a gruff goodnight before shutting himself in his room

Rude.

You dispose of your wine bottle and place the glass on the TV stand. After hanging up your bikini and a quick shower, you tuck yourself into bed.

The heat pooling between your thighs was hard to ignore. The protectiveness, borderline possessiveness, that your boss displayed tonight was a total turn on.

I will not masturbate to my boss.

You fall into a restless sleep.

Yoonho Baek found himself in a similar predicament.

The cold water ran over his back as he glared daggers at his painfully erect dick.

His brain couldn’t stop playing back how good your body felt, the heat of your skin as he held you in front of the two men. Abet, it wasn’t for long, but the heat of your skin still lingers on his hand.

Baek’s fish slams against the wall of the shower when he remembered how you slowly drug your hand up his thigh and squeezed. You didn’t know how dangerously closer you had been to his growing erection.

With a sigh, Baek grips his cock with his hand.

Just this once.

Baek cums quickly, popping his knot. White hot streams of his cum pain the wall of the shower. He hates the annoying voice in the back of his head. He hates to waste his cum, especially when he should be pumping it into you, his knot locking it in place.

Yoonho Baek barely sleeps that night. Thoughts of you in scandalous positions plague his dreams.

Neither you nor Baek were aware of the silent figure lurking outside of your rooms.

Waiting.

Salking.

Preying for the moment to strike.

[gojosoups]

Gojo Satoru and Sung Jinwoo, just two pussy drunk men vying for your attention. And unfortunately for you, they have the biggest breeding kink.

Which is how you found yourself here, naked and sprawled across your bedsheets, with your legs spread wide open to accommodate their lengths.

You lay sandwiched in between their thick leaking cocks. Gojo's long fingers gripping the fat on your hips as he thrusts himself into you while Jinwoo plays with your sensitive perked nipples from below, his pace matching with Satoru's with each lift of his hips.

The both of them working together in sync, cocks grinding against one another in your greedy little pussy, their thrusts relentless as you try to milk their cocks, all while they compete with one another to be the first to get you pregnant.

a/n: this is probably the worst thing I've ever wrote, but I'm tired and sleepy af so enjoy lolololl <3 longer fic coming soon!!

[pupkashi]

a/n: some more jinwoo headcanons #needthat :P

boyfriend!jinwoo who absolutely melts under your touch, any stress he’s harboring in his shoulders dissipates the second he comes home to you

boyfriend!jinwoo who is so smitten with you he finds himself wanting to come home to you every hour of the day, even finding himself at your job at random times because there was an ‘urgent matter’ he needed to discuss with you, even pulling the s rank card at times to get to you (he just wanted to see you and ask if you needed anything from the grocery store)

boyfriend!jinwoo who didn’t mind you teasing him, always having a small smile on his face when you tried to playful fight or wrestle with him, he was always gentle with you, making sure to keep his strength in check

boyfriend!jinwoo who would flip you under him and pin your wrists to the ground in the blink of an eye when you were being too bratty for his liking, his eyes glowing as he hovered over you, “you done sweetheart?”

boyfriend!jinwoo who blushes SO profusely anytime he finds you staring at him shirtless or in his boxers, he gets so shy under your gaze and his face flushes a deep pink color “w-what? do i have something on me?” he asks, trying to catch a glance of himself in the mirror only for you to shake your head no, “you’re just good to look at” you tease

boyfriend!jinwoo who picks you up and carries you around like you weight nothing, especially when you’re being stubborn about something he’s not above simply picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder

boyfriend!jinwoo who is too attractive for his own good, not realizing just how hot he was and flashing a smile out of kindness to a girl at the bar, you roll your eyes at him when he turns around, grabbing your things and walking out of the bar

“doll what’s wrong?” he’s quick to follow after you, when you don’t stop he’s standing in front of you in a flash, causing you to walk into his toned chest. before you can walk around him he’s got both your hands in his, “don’t walk away from me, talk to me my love”

boyfriend!jinwoo who leaves beru with you when he has to be far from you, beru quickly takes a liking to you after seeing how happy his liege was with you, when jinwoo summons him back he feels a little sad, telling jinwoo he would be more than happy to keep guard of you again, even managing to slip in how you were the only one fit enough for someone such as his highness

boyfriend!jinwoo who loves cooking for you, making you your favorite dishes and comfort foods. he loves having you sit on the counter next to him in one of his t shirts, letting you try everything and getting your input (you always think it’s perfect)

boyfriend!jinwoo who seems so stoic and emotionless in public, but is a ball of happiness and softness with you behind closed doors, warm eyes and soft gentle touches reserved just for you

the world would never know that sung jinwoo practically purrs when you run your fingers through his hair, gently scratching his scalp. only you would ever know the quiet whine he lets out when you kiss his sharp jawline. only you would ever know the sound of his giggles when you place a flurry of kisses on his face. only you would get to see the love sick look on his face when you catch him staring at you randomly during domestic moments.

boyfriend!jinwoo who reserves the sweetest part of himself for only you <3