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bounded by fate | psh

pairing: Ceo!Sunghoon x Secretary!Reader

summary: When CEO Park Sunghoon needs a date for his friend’s wedding, he unexpectedly asks you—his dedicated secretary—to accompany him on a three-day trip. What starts as a professional arrangement quickly shifts into something more as unforeseen circumstances bring you closer together.

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Sunghoon Park was a man of routine. Everything in his life was carefully structured—work came first, emotions were secondary, and personal entanglements were unnecessary distractions.

As his secretary, you had long accepted that he was a machine in human form.

Efficient. Cold. Untouchable.

So when he asked you to be his date for a three-day wedding trip, you were… stunned.

"You need a date?" you repeated, wondering if you had misheard him.

Sunghoon, seated at his desk in his pristine office, didn’t even blink. "For a wedding this weekend. Three days."

You folded your arms. "And I was your first choice?"

"You’re the most logical option."

Logical. Of course.

"And this is strictly professional?"

He tilted his head slightly, amusement flickering in his dark eyes. "Unless you’d like it to be something else."

Your stomach flipped. "I’ll pass."

He smirked. "Then it’s professional."

You should have expected that answer.

"Fine," you said. "I’ll go."

Sunghoon nodded, satisfied. "I’ll pick you up Friday morning."

Friday morning arrived faster than expected.

The sound of a sleek black car pulling up outside made your stomach twist.

Sunghoon stepped out, effortlessly elegant in his black coat, his sharp gaze scanning your apartment building before landing on you.

Without a word, he took your suitcase and placed it in the trunk, then opened the passenger door.

"You didn’t have to do that," you muttered as you slid inside.

He shrugged. "Get in."

The drive was… oddly comfortable. Sunghoon wasn’t one for small talk, but he surprised you by stopping at a café and ordering your usual coffee.

"You remember my order?" you asked.

"You get the same thing every day," he replied, handing you the cup.

You tried not to read into it.

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Hours later, when you arrived at the resort, the trouble began.

“There must be some mistake,” Sunghoon said, his voice firm as he spoke to the receptionist.

“I’m so sorry, sir,” the receptionist

apologized, looking flustered. “We’re fully booked for the wedding, and due to a system error, only one room was reserved under your name.”

You froze. “One room?”

Sunghoon exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “There aren’t any other rooms available?”

The receptionist winced. “Not for the next three days.”

Silence.

You turned to Sunghoon. “Well. This is unexpected.”

Sunghoon looked at you, his face unreadable.

Then, finally, he sighed. “Fine. We’ll take it.”

The room was beautiful—spacious, elegantly decorated, and boasting a breathtaking view of the ocean.

The only problem?

One bed.

You both stood at the doorway, staring at the large, king-sized bed as if it had personally offended you.

“I can sleep on the couch,” Sunghoon said immediately.

You eyed the small, decorative loveseat in the corner. “You’ll break your back.”

“I’ll manage.”

You sighed, placing your suitcase down. “Sunghoon, the bed is huge. We’re both adults. We can just… stay on our own sides.”

He glanced at you, expression unreadable, then nodded. “Fine.”

The first few minutes in the room were awkward. You busied yourself unpacking, hyper-aware of every movement Sunghoon made.

“You take the bathroom first,” he said after a while, his voice softer than usual.

When you stepped out in your pajamas—shorts and an oversized T-shirt—you caught him staring for a split second before he looked away, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Your turn,” you mumbled, quickly getting into bed.

When he emerged, he was in a simple black T-shirt and sweatpants, looking impossibly relaxed. He climbed into bed stiffly, keeping as much distance as possible.

The silence stretched.

“You’re acting like I bite,” you teased, glancing at him.

Sunghoon exhaled a quiet laugh. "Do you?"

Your breath hitched. "Go to sleep."

Somewhere in the middle of the night, you woke up to warmth.

Sunghoon.

At some point, he had moved closer, his arm draped lazily over your waist, his breath steady against your shoulder.

Your heart pounded.

For a moment, you considered waking him. But instead, you let yourself relax. Just for a little while.

Sunghoon Park was not a morning person.

You discovered this the hard way when you woke up to him groaning into his pillow, his usual sharp composure completely ruined by sleep. His hair was an adorable mess, his voice groggy as he mumbled something incoherent.

“What was that?” you teased, sitting up.

His hand lazily swatted at the air. “Too early.”

You glanced at the clock. “It’s eight.”

He groaned again, shifting to bury his face deeper into the pillow. “Five more minutes.”

You grinned, enjoying this rare, unfiltered side of him. “You’re the one who said we should be on time for brunch.”

“Regret,” he muttered.

You chuckled before nudging him with your foot. “C’mon, Sunghoon.”

At that, he cracked one eye open, and a slow smirk formed on his lips. “Hmm. That’s the second time you’ve called me by my name.”

You froze, heart skipping a beat. He was still half-asleep, voice lower than usual, and yet he had the audacity to sound so smug about it.

“I—”

“Say it again,” he murmured.

You grabbed a pillow and smacked him with it. “Get up.”

That woke him up.

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The morning sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the elegant seaside restaurant, casting a golden glow over the neatly arranged tables. You smoothed down the fabric of your dress, taking a deep breath as Sunghoon led you inside with a casual hand on your lower back.

“Relax,” he murmured close to your ear. “They’re not that bad.”

You shot him a look. “Easy for you to say. You know them.”

Before he could respond, a loud voice called out.

“Sunghoon! Over here!”

A group of well-dressed men and women waved from a round table near the window, their smiles teasing before you even reached them. As soon as you arrived, a woman with sleek black hair leaned forward, eyes gleaming.

“So this is the date?” she asked, her gaze flickering between you and Sunghoon.

Sunghoon pulled out a chair for you before taking his own seat beside you. “This is my secretary,” he said smoothly, but before you could nod in agreement, he added, “and my plus-one for the weekend.”

You barely held back a sigh. Great. That definitely didn’t clear anything up.

A man with dimples smirked. “Ahh, so you’re the one who keeps him from losing his mind at work.”

You chuckled, finally easing into the situation. “I try my best.”

The conversation flowed easily after that. Sunghoon’s friends were charming, playful, and had no problem teasing him relentlessly. Stories about his university days, awkward moments at past weddings, and even a particularly embarrassing karaoke night were shared freely—all while Sunghoon rolled his eyes and sipped his coffee with an air of practiced patience.

At one point, his best friend, Jaehyun, leaned over with a smirk. “So, how did he convince you to come? Did he bribe you with a raise?”

You grinned. “Surprisingly, no. He actually asked politely.”

The table erupted into laughter. Sunghoon sighed. “Why is that so shocking?”

The woman from earlier smirked. “Because you don’t ask, Sunghoon. You tell.”

You turned to him, feigning curiosity. “Wait… was I supposed to say no?”

Sunghoon narrowed his eyes at you, but there was amusement in them. “It’s too late now.”

As the laughter died down and the meal continued, you found yourself enjoying their company. They made you feel welcomed, teasing included, and with Sunghoon occasionally leaning close to refill your drink or murmuring small remarks just for you, the entire brunch felt… easy. Comfortable.

And when Jaehyun sent a knowing glance between the two of you before saying, “You two look good together,” you felt Sunghoon’s knee brush against yours under the table.

He didn’t move it away.

And neither did you.

After brunch, with the afternoon sun warming the air, you found yourself walking along the beach with Sunghoon.

He wasn’t the kind of man who did casual strolls, yet here he was, walking beside you, his hands tucked in his pockets. The waves crashed gently against the shore, and the salty breeze played with your hair.

“This is nice,” you admitted.

Sunghoon glanced at you. “You like the beach?”

You nodded. “Yeah. It reminds me to slow down.”

He hummed, gazing out at the ocean. “I don’t slow down much.”

“No kidding.” You smirked. “I’ve never even seen you take a vacation.”

“I don’t like wasting time.”

You rolled your eyes. “Enjoying life isn’t a waste of time.”

He was quiet for a moment before surprising you with, “What would you do if you weren’t my secretary?”

You blinked. “What?”

“I mean…” He hesitated, then continued, “What’s something you’ve always wanted to do?”

The question caught you off guard.

Sunghoon never asked personal things.

You thought for a moment. “I used to want to be a travel writer. Just exploring places and writing about them.”

He looked at you thoughtfully. “You should do that.”

You chuckled. “Easier said than done.”

“You’re capable,” he said simply. “If you wanted it, you’d do it.”

His confidence in you made warmth bloom in your chest.

“What about you?” you asked. “What would you be if you weren’t a CEO?”

He exhaled, looking away. “I don’t know. My whole life has been planned out for me.”

Something in his voice made you soften. “That doesn’t mean you can’t want something more.”

Sunghoon met your gaze, something unreadable in his eyes. “…Maybe.”

You walked in silence for a while, but it wasn’t awkward. It felt… nice.

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The rooftop pool of the hotel was breathtaking—an infinity pool that stretched toward the sky, its waters reflecting the soft glow of sunset. The beach skyline sparkled in the distance, and a warm breeze carried the sound of laughter, splashes, and clinking glasses.

You stood near the pool’s edge, taking in the view when Sunghoon walked up beside you, a drink in his hand. “You’re not going in?”

You glanced at the pool, where his friends were already having fun. Some were in the water, splashing around, while others lounged in cabanas with drinks. “I don’t know… I didn’t exactly plan for this.”

Sunghoon eyed you for a moment, then smirked. “You’re wearing a dress, but I bet you packed something.”

You sighed. “Of course I did. Just didn’t expect to use it.”

His smirk deepened. “So go change.”

You raised a brow. “Are you giving me orders, boss?”

Sunghoon took a slow sip of his drink, eyes gleaming. “Consider it a suggestion.”

Rolling your eyes, you turned to head back inside. But before you left, you heard Jaehyun call out, “Sunghoon! Get in here, man!”

You glanced over your shoulder in time to see him unbuttoning his shirt.

And wow.

You quickly looked away, heart thudding, before you made it obvious you were staring.

When you returned in your swimsuit, the atmosphere had grown even livelier. The pool lights cast a soft glow across the water, and the laughter was louder, conversations easy and flowing. You hesitated for a moment, standing near the edge when—

SPLASH!

You gasped as a sudden wave of water hit you. Sunghoon stood a few feet away in the pool, smirking as he wiped droplets from his face. “You’re already wet. Might as well come in.”

You glared at him. “Did you just—”

Before you could finish, Jaehyun swam up behind Sunghoon and pushed him underwater.

The table turned instantly.

Sunghoon resurfaced, coughing and swiping water from his face. “Jaehyun, you—”

You burst into laughter.

His head snapped toward you, eyes narrowing. “Oh, you think that’s funny?”

You grinned. “Very.”

He stepped forward, the water sloshing around him. “Then come in and say that to my face.”

You crossed your arms. “What if I don’t?”

“Then I’ll make you.”

There was barely a second to react before Sunghoon reached up, grabbed your wrist, and pulled.

You squealed as you tumbled straight into the pool, water swallowing you whole before you surfaced with a gasp. Sunghoon was standing right in front of you, smirking.

“You—” You splashed water straight at his face.

Sunghoon didn’t even flinch. “I warned you.”

The night continued like that—teasing, laughter, playful bickering. At one point, you ended up lounging on a pool float, drifting lazily while watching the lights. Sunghoon swam over, resting his arms against the float, keeping you in place.

“You having fun?” he asked, voice softer now.

You met his gaze. “Yeah. I really am.”

Something passed between you, something that had been building since the trip started.

And as the night carried on, you couldn’t help but feel like this trip wasn’t just about Sunghoon needing a date for a wedding.

It was becoming something else entirely.

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That night, when you both got into bed, things were different.

There was no stiff, awkward distance between you. Instead, there was a quiet understanding—an unspoken comfort that hadn’t been there before.

When you shifted slightly under the covers, Sunghoon turned his head to look at you.

“…Goodnight,” he murmured.

You smiled. “Goodnight, Sunghoon.”

This time, he didn’t tease you about saying his name.

And when you woke up in the middle of the night, warm and safe, you realized he had instinctively moved closer again.

But this time, you didn’t pull away.

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was warmth.

The second was the weight of a strong arm wrapped snugly around your waist.

Your breath hitched.

Sunghoon was curled against you, his chest pressed lightly against your back, his slow and steady breathing tickling your neck. His grip on you was firm, protective—like he belonged there.

Your heart pounded as you carefully turned your head.

Big mistake.

His face was impossibly close, his sharp features softened by sleep. His dark hair was tousled, and his lips—God, his lips—were slightly parted.

Your stomach did an embarrassing flip.

Just as you were debating whether to wake him up or stay like this a little longer, he let out a sleepy groan and nuzzled closer.

Okay. Now this is dangerous.

“Sunghoon,” you whispered.

A low hum.

“Wake up.”

He groaned dramatically, tightening his grip on you. “Five more minutes.”

You huffed. “You’re literally using me as a pillow.”

“Mm,” he murmured. “Comfy.”

Your face burned. “Sunghoon.”

He finally cracked one eye open, sleepily meeting your gaze. His lips curled into a smirk. “You’re blushing.”

You shoved him. “Get up.”

With a quiet chuckle, he finally released you and stretched, looking far too smug for someone who had been caught cuddling.

You threw a pillow at him.

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Later, as you were getting dressed, you found yourself struggling with your zipper.

“Ugh,” you muttered, twisting your arms awkwardly.

A deep voice interrupted your struggle. “Need help?”

You turned to see Sunghoon leaning against the doorway, already dressed in a crisp black suit. His dark eyes scanned you lazily, a smirk playing on his lips.

You swallowed. “Fine.”

He stepped forward, closing the distance between you. His hands brushed your bare back as he reached for the zipper, and your breath hitched.

“You’re tense,” he murmured, his fingers grazing your skin.

“Maybe because you’re—” Your words caught as he slowly zipped up the dress, his touch lingering.

When he finished, he leaned in slightly, his breath warm against your neck. “There,” he murmured. “Perfect.”

Your pulse was out of control.

You turned quickly. “Thanks. Now go before you start charging me for personal assistant duties.”

Sunghoon smirked. “I’d pay extra for this.”

Your jaw dropped, and he walked away, laughing under his breath.

The ceremony was beautiful. With the ocean stretching out behind the altar and golden sunlight casting a warm glow over the venue, it was straight out of a dream.

Sunghoon stood beside you, his presence steady and warm.

At one point, you noticed him watching the bride and groom with an unreadable expression.

“You okay?” you asked softly.

He glanced at you, then back at the couple. “Yeah. It’s just… nice.”

There was something wistful in his voice.

You smiled. “Maybe one day that’ll be you.”

Sunghoon scoffed. “Doubt it.”

You nudged him playfully. “You never know.”

His lips quirked, but he didn’t argue.

And somehow, that made your heart race.

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As the reception went on, the announcement came.

“Ladies, it’s time for the bouquet toss!”

You instinctively started to step back, but before you could escape, Sunghoon placed a firm hand on your lower back.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he murmured.

You shot him a look. “I don’t do bouquet tosses.”

He smirked. “You do today.”

You frowned. “Sunghoon—”

“Come on.” His voice was teasing but firm as he gently pushed you forward. “Just try.”

You sighed but reluctantly walked toward the group of women gathering in the center.

The bride stood with her back to you all, grinning as she tossed the bouquet high into the air.

Time seemed to slow as the flowers arched toward you.

Instinct kicked in.

Before you could even think, your hands shot up—and caught it.

The room erupted in cheers.

Your jaw dropped. “Oh, come on!”

As laughter and applause filled the air, you turned toward Sunghoon, expecting him to be smug.

He was.

Standing at the edge of the crowd, arms crossed, he smirked at you.

Then someone shouted, “Guess who’s next?!”

You groaned as people started teasingly glancing between you and Sunghoon.

Another voice called out, “Better start planning, Sunghoon!”

Instead of brushing it off, he smirked, eyes locked onto yours.

And then he said the words that made your stomach flip.

“We’ll see.”

The crowd laughed, hooting and whistling, but you couldn’t focus on anything except the way he was looking at you.

Did he mean that?

Because suddenly, it didn’t feel like a joke anymore.

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Back in your hotel room, the air between you and Sunghoon felt different.

The teasing from the wedding, the warmth of the day, the way his eyes lingered on you—it was all leading to something unspoken.

You placed the bouquet on the nightstand, staring at it for a long moment. “I still can’t believe I caught it.”

Sunghoon, who was loosening his tie, chuckled. “I can.”

You turned to him, raising a brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He smirked, walking toward you with slow, deliberate steps. “You were meant to.”

Your stomach flipped. “Sunghoon—”

“It suits you,” he murmured, gaze locked onto yours. “Flowers. Love. Happiness.”

Your breath caught. “That’s… surprisingly sweet of you.”

He exhaled, as if debating something, then muttered, “Don’t get used to it.”

You laughed softly, but the warmth in your chest remained.

After changing into your sleepwear—an oversized shirt and shorts—you found Sunghoon already on the bed, dressed in a loose t-shirt and sweatpants instead of his usual crisp suits.

It was unfair how effortlessly good he looked.

He was scrolling through his phone, but as you climbed into bed, he put it away and turned to you. “Tired?”

You sighed, settling into the pillows. “A little.”

He hummed. “Come here.”

You blinked. “What?”

His expression was unreadable, but his voice was softer than usual. “Just come here.”

Hesitantly, you shifted closer.

Sunghoon didn’t hesitate. He reached out, pulling you gently into his arms, letting you rest your head against his shoulder. His body was warm, steady.

Your heart pounded. “You’re clingy at night, huh?”

He scoffed. “Maybe. You’re the only one who’s ever had to deal with it.”

That admission made your breath hitch.

You glanced up at him, only to find him already watching you. The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast soft shadows on his sharp features, making him look more relaxed, more vulnerable.

Then, to your utter surprise, he lifted a hand and brushed his knuckles against your cheek.

You stilled. “Sunghoon…”

His fingers lingered for a moment before he exhaled and—just as you thought he might kiss you—he leaned in and placed a soft, lingering peck against your cheek.

The tenderness of it made your stomach flip.

Not rushed. Not teasing. Just… sweet.

When he pulled back, his voice was lower, almost husky. “Goodnight.”

You swallowed hard, heat creeping up your neck. “G-Goodnight.”

Sunghoon smirked. “You’re blushing.”

You huffed. “I’m not—”

But before you could finish, he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. His warmth, his scent, the steadiness of his breathing—it surrounded you entirely.

And for the first time, lying beside him didn’t feel awkward.

It felt right.

As sleep slowly took over, you felt Sunghoon’s fingers lazily tracing patterns against your back. It was the last thing you registered before slipping into the most peaceful sleep you’d had in a long time.

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The first thing you noticed when you woke up was warmth.

Again.

But this time, it was even more overwhelming.

Sunghoon was completely curled around you, his arm draped lazily over your waist, his face buried against the crook of your neck.

His breaths were slow and even, and the way he held you was… different.

Less accidental. More deliberate.

Your heart pounded.

Carefully, you shifted to look at him.

His dark lashes rested against his cheeks, and his hair was adorably messy. The soft morning light filtering through the curtains made him look unfairly attractive.

You were admiring him when, suddenly, his eyes cracked open.

He blinked sleepily, then let out a raspy groan. “Mmm.”

You stiffened. “Uh—”

Instead of letting go, he only tightened his hold on you.

“You’re warm,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

Your breath hitched. “S-Sunghoon—”

“Five more minutes,” he murmured, nuzzling closer.

You felt your whole body heat up. “You said that yesterday!”

He made a low sound, halfway between a chuckle and a sigh. “Still true.”

You squirmed. “I have to get up.”

“No, you don’t,” he muttered, voice teasing.

“You’re my secretary. I’ll give you the day off.”

You rolled your eyes. “We still have to check out, remember?”

Another groan. “Fine. But first…”

Before you could react, he pulled you even closer and—without thinking—pressed another quick peck against your cheek.

You gasped. “Sunghoon!”

He smirked sleepily. “Now I’m awake.”

Your face burned as you stared at him. He just lay there, smirking up at you like he hadn’t just completely wrecked your sanity.

After a beat, you blurted out, “What happened to being professionals?”

Sunghoon didn’t even hesitate.

He propped himself up on one elbow, looked you dead in the eye, and murmured, “I think we passed that line the moment you woke up in my arms.”

Your jaw dropped.

His smirk widened.

You grabbed the nearest pillow and smacked him with it.

He only laughed, dodging the next hit as he sat up. “Come on, let’s get ready. We still have a long trip home.”

You huffed but got out of bed, still feeling the ghost of his lips on your cheek.

As you went to freshen up, one thought lingered in your mind.

This thing between you and Sunghoon?

Yeah, it was far from over.

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Diamond In The Rough

Word Count: 1.2K Summary: “And you?” he asked hesitantly. “What do you do?” Her lips curled into something between a smirk and a grimace. “I even the playing field.” Pairing: Riki X Fem Reader

Disclaimer: Please be aware that this is apart of the from the ashes series. This series will have aspects of violence, weapons, angst, blood, injuries, killing, and will heavily focus on oppression and segregation of mutants, Look after your mental state if any of these make you uncomfortable please.

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The city had never been kind to people like her. Mutants were hunted, controlled, forced into submission—but she had never been one to bow. Not when she had power, real power, gleaming beneath her skin like a diamond waiting to be carved into a weapon.

And yet, here she was, sitting across from a boy who had no idea who she really was.

“You’re staring again,” Riki said, grinning as he sipped his drink.

She tilted her head, smirking. “Maybe I just like the view.”

He laughed, easy and carefree, a sound so foreign in her world that it almost made her uneasy. Riki was a civilian, an ordinary boy in an extraordinary city, blissfully unaware of the battle waging just beneath the surface. Maybe that was why she kept coming back to him—because he was normal, because he reminded her of something she’d never had.

“Careful,” he teased. “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll think you actually like me.”

She leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm. “And if I did?”

Riki blinked, caught off guard for a split second before shaking his head with a chuckle. “Then I’d ask what a girl like you is doing with a guy like me.”

The truth hovered on the tip of her tongue. Because you’re human. Because you don’t look at me with fear. Because you don’t know what I am.

Instead, she shrugged. “Maybe I like a little mystery.”

Riki grinned, but before he could respond, a commotion outside caught her attention. The air shifted, charged with something dangerous. Her fingers twitched at her side, the glimmer of diamond creeping up her skin as she instinctively prepared for a fight.

Riki noticed the change in her posture. “You okay?”

She forced herself to relax, to push the power back down. “Yeah,” she said, standing. “I just need some air.”

He frowned but didn’t question it. “I’ll wait here.”

She stepped outside, cold air biting against her skin, and immediately spotted the source of the disturbance. Enforcers. Armed and scanning the streets, looking for someone. Looking for her.

Her jaw tightened. She could take them—she always could. But not here. Not with him so close.

For the first time, she hesitated.

And then—

“Hey,” Riki’s voice pulled her back. He had followed her, standing just a step behind. His brows furrowed as he took in her tense stance. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

She turned to him, her lips parting—but the enforcers saw her first.

“There!”

The world seemed to slow.

Riki barely had time to react before she was moving, grabbing his wrist and pulling him with her. “Run.”

And for the first time, Riki realized—she wasn’t just a mystery.

She was something else entirely.

“Run.”

Riki barely had time to react before she was pulling him into the alleyway, her grip firm but careful. The enforcers’ heavy boots pounded against the pavement behind them, their voices barking orders, their weapons primed to shoot.

“Hey—what the hell is happening?” Riki panted, struggling to keep up. “Who are they?”

She didn’t answer. No time.

The alley was a dead end.

“Shit.”

Riki turned, chest heaving, his panic obvious. But when he looked at her, expecting fear, he found none. Instead, she stood tall, shoulders squared, her breath steady. And as the enforcers closed in, something changed.

Her skin began to shimmer.

Riki’s eyes widened as a crystalline layer spread across her body, starting from her fingertips and rushing upward like frost on glass. Her soft, warm flesh transformed into gleaming, unbreakable diamond, catching the dim city light and refracting it like a living prism.

The enforcers hesitated.

“Target confirmed,” one of them muttered. “Mutant class—”

She didn’t let him finish.

With inhuman speed, she launched forward, slamming her fist into the closest enforcer’s chest. The sheer force sent him flying into the wall, the concrete cracking on impact. Another raised his weapon, but before he could fire, she grabbed the barrel and crushed it in her grip, metal twisting like paper in her diamond fingers.

Riki could only stare.

The third enforcer tried to call for backup, but she turned to him, eyes glinting. “Put that down,” she said, her voice velvet-soft but filled with something commanding.

He stiffened. His hands twitched—fighting against himself—but he obeyed, dropping the radio. His pupils were dilated, his body rigid.

“What the—” Riki whispered, watching the man move as if puppeteered.

She took a step closer, gaze locked onto the enforcer’s. “Now turn around. Walk away.”

And just like that, he did.

Riki exhaled a shaky breath. “You—what was that?”

She turned to him, the diamond layer fading as her skin returned to normal, smooth and warm again. Her lips quirked up in the smallest of smirks. “Telepathy. A little persuasion, if you will.”

Riki ran a hand through his hair, eyes still wide with disbelief. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah,” she breathed, glancing at the unconscious enforcers. “We need to go.”

He didn’t argue.

As they slipped back into the shadows, Riki’s mind reeled. He had always felt there was something different about her—but this? This was beyond anything he could have imagined.

They didn’t stop running until they reached the lower district, where neon signs flickered weakly above shuttered storefronts and the air smelled like rain-soaked metal. Riki’s breath was ragged, but hers remained steady—like she had done this a thousand times before.

He finally tugged his arm free, turning to face her. “Okay,” he huffed. “We’re safe. Now you’re gonna tell me what the hell is going on.”

She wiped a smudge of dirt off her sleeve, unbothered by his outburst. “I saved your life.”

“Yeah, no kidding!” Riki threw up his hands. “From who? Why were they after you? Why were they after me?”

“They weren’t after you,” she corrected. “They were after me. You were just collateral.”

Riki swallowed. “Collateral? What does that even—” His voice trailed off as realization dawned. “Wait. You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”

She didn’t deny it.

His stomach twisted. “So what are you? Some kind of—”

“Mutant,” she finished for him, voice devoid of shame. “And before you freak out, no, I don’t go around controlling people’s minds or turning into diamond just because I can.”

Riki shook his head, running a hand through his damp hair. “You crushed a gun with your bare hands.”

“And saved you from getting shot,” she pointed out.

He exhaled sharply. “I mean—yeah, but—”

Her gaze softened just a fraction. “Riki,” she said, quieter now. “The enforcers? They’re Corps. They’re rounding up mutants, sympathizers—anyone who doesn’t fit into their perfect little system. If they had caught me, I’d be locked in a lab or worse.”

Riki’s mind reeled. He had always known the world was getting worse, but hearing it this clearly—from someone who had seen the worst of it—was different.

“And you?” he asked hesitantly. “What do you do?”

Her lips curled into something between a smirk and a grimace. “I even the playing field.”

A silence stretched between them, thick with unsaid things.

Then, distant sirens howled.

She tensed. “We should keep moving.”

Riki hesitated. “Where are you going?”

She met his gaze, something unreadable flickering in her eyes. “You sure you want to know?”

He had no reason to follow. No reason to trust her.

But he did.

“…Yeah,” he murmured. “I do.”

Her smirk turned knowing, and without another word, she turned and walked into the night.

Riki exhaled, then stepped forward, following her into the unknown.

[elleness]

Hi guys! Post ko mamaya dito yung AU video trailer ko huhu. Wait until 8pm! (I don't want to give you false hopes kasi hindi siya ganon kaganda since I'm not that good at editing pero please andami ko kasing kaartehan that's why I decided to edit a trailer para may thrill!)

[minwonaucollections]

TikTok Fics (Taglish) - [10-19]

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part 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

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part 2, 3

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part 2, 3, 4, 5

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[loveenha]

Carnations

sunsun

After countless rejections from Park Sunghoon, Kim Sunoo developed Hanahaki Diesease. A rare disease where the victims of unrequited love start to throw up flower petals from their lungs. In his case, Sunoo throws up petals of white carnations, Sunghoon's favorite flower.

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ghost to meet you

an enhypen ni-ki and oc au wherein… oc ghosted ni-ki because she thinks he’s too young for her even though they’re only nine months apart. what if after 3 months you ghosted him and you suddenly meet him on the SAME SCHOOL you’re studying and his friends unfortunately knows who you are and started to tease the both of you, same as your bestie who keeps blabbering things on how you ghosted him blah blah… will she survive or let’s just say will you survive the journey of bringing joy to their lives? lastly, will there be a happy ending to the both of them? well… read and find out :)

chapters

profiles | intro | ghosted | ilyana | first day |

notes: on-going, irregular updates, contains swear words, might be have grammatical errors pls bare with me. this post will update anytime i posted new updates. likes and rts are actually highly appreciated~ first of all most thankyou for reading this au and enjoy reading ♡

[ficseli]

pasalubong

https://twitter.com/ficseli/status/1444661793205280770?s=20

[mulakayj4emiel]

make it right, a #jakehoon au wherein, 

 benjamin (psh) was given the chance to go back in time & find out the truth with jaeden’s (sjy) past and what happened to their friendships after he had left them behind. would he be willing to accept the consequences of seeking the truth?

Read it here.

[tobiosbbyghorl]

The Things I Never Said | psh

pairing: closefriend sunghoon x reader

word count: 1.06k

summary: loving him was never the problem—pretending I was okay when he loved someone else was.

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I never thought much about Sunghoon that way.

He was just my friend—one of my closest, actually. The person I could always count on, the one who made even the most boring days fun. Our friendship was easy, effortless.

At least, that’s what I thought.

Until one of our classmates planted an idea in my head that I couldn’t seem to shake off.

“Are you guys dating?”

The question had come out of nowhere, catching me completely off guard. I had just taken a bite of tteokbokki, sitting across from Sunghoon at the market, when I nearly choked on my food.

“What?” I coughed, reaching for my drink.

Sunghoon, on the other hand, barely reacted. He just made a face, completely unbothered. “As if,” he said, waving his chopsticks dismissively. “She’s just my friend.”

Just my friend.

I laughed along, brushing it off like it was nothing. Because it was nothing.

Right?

But after that day, I started seeing him differently.

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I began to notice things I hadn’t before—the way his hair fell messily over his forehead, the way he ran a hand through it whenever he was frustrated. The way his voice softened when he spoke to me, like he never had to put up a front.

It started off small. I always had my mobile data on, just in case he needed it.

“Hotspot?” he’d ask, already holding out his phone with his puppy eyes already looking at me.

I’d sigh dramatically, pretending to be annoyed. “You should just get a better plan.”

“Why would I? I have you.” He’d grin, connecting without hesitation.

He had no idea what those words did to me.

Then there were the small touches, the teasing, the way he always found a way to be close to me.

One time, we were sitting on the bleachers after school, just watching the sky change colors when he poked my cheek out of nowhere.

“Why do you always look so grumpy?”

I swatted his hand away. “I don’t.”

“You do,” he said, leaning in with a smirk. “Like a little angry hamster.”

“Sunghoon.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop.” He laughed, but then a second later, “...Hamster.”

I groaned, shoving him lightly, but he just laughed harder. And despite myself, I smiled. Because that was just how we were—bickering, teasing, but always comfortable.

I liked him.

I liked him in ways I wasn’t supposed to.

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Sunghoon had this annoying habit of taking random pictures of me.

It didn’t matter if I was mid-bite, yawning, or caught off guard—he always found the worst moments to snap a photo.

One day, we were waiting at the bus stop when I felt him holding up his phone.

I turned my head just in time to see the camera flash.

“Sunghoon!” I lunged for his phone, but he pulled it away, grinning.

“Too slow,” he teased, turning the screen toward me. “Look at this masterpiece.”

I groaned. My mouth was slightly open, my eyes half-lidded, caught mid-blink. It was possibly the most unflattering photo ever taken of me.

“Delete it,” I demanded.

“No way,” he said, laughing as he pocketed his phone. “I need to keep this. It’s a core memory.”

I pouted. “You always take the worst photos of me.”

“Because it’s funny.”

What he didn’t know was that I kept every single photo he ever took of me.

Whenever he sent them to tease me, I secretly saved them. The ugly ones, the blurry ones, even the ones where I was caught in the middle of a sneeze.

Because they were all taken by him.

Because they were proof that, even if just for a moment, he was looking at me.

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I should have known it wasn’t going to be me.

The way he looked at her—it was different.

I noticed it when we were all hanging out after school, sitting in our usual group at the café. Sunghoon’s eyes would follow her movements, his expression softening whenever she spoke.

I knew that look.

And then, one afternoon, he finally admitted it.

“I think I like her.” His voice was light, a little uncertain, but I could hear the excitement underneath.

I forced a smile, hoping he didn’t notice the way my fingers tightened around my cup. “That’s great,” I said, keeping my tone even. “You should go for it.”

I don’t know what hurt more—the fact that he didn’t notice my hesitation, or the fact that I meant it.

I wanted him to be happy. Even if it wasn’t with me.

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Supporting him was second nature. I helped him figure out what to say, listened when he overthought things, reassured him when he doubted himself.

And when he finally worked up the courage to confess, I was there too.

I was the first person he texted.

She said yes.

My heart cracked, just a little.

I told you she would. I’m happy for you!

And maybe if I said it enough times, I’d start believing it.

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My friends noticed before I did.

“You need to stop,” one of them told me after Sunghoon had left the room. “You’re only hurting yourself.”

I laughed, trying to brush it off. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

They gave me a knowing look. “Come on. You don’t have to pretend with us. We see how you look at him.”

I opened my mouth, ready to deny it, but the words wouldn’t come out.

Because they were right.

I had spent so much time pretending to be okay that I started to believe the lie myself.

But how could I walk away?

Sunghoon was still Sunghoon—the person who made me laugh even on my worst days, the one who always saved me a seat, who made everything feel lighter. I couldn’t just stop caring.

Even if it hurt.

Even if it felt like I was breaking a little more each day.

So I stayed.

I smiled when he talked about her. I listened to every story, gave him advice, laughed at his jokes like my heart wasn’t aching.

And if Sunghoon ever noticed the sadness behind my smile—

He never said a word.

But at night, when I was alone, I’d open my gallery and scroll through the photos he took of me—ugly or not.

Because at least in those pictures, for a fleeting moment, I was the only one he was looking at.

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[tobiosbbyghorl]

hi!!!🩵

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Ghost to meet you - ni ki x oc au

profiles

[heewrites]

Ghost to meet you ni ki x oc au updated!

probably gonna drop some updates later this is just for now, enjoy reading ~

ghost to meet you

an enhypen ni-ki and oc au wherein… oc ghosted ni-ki because she thinks he’s too young for her even though they’re only nine months apart. what if after 3 months you ghosted him and you suddenly meet him on the SAME SCHOOL you’re studying and his friends unfortunately knows who you are and started to tease the both of you, same as your bestie who keeps blabbering things on how you ghosted him blah blah… will she survive or let’s just say will you survive the journey of bringing joy to their lives? lastly, will there be a happy ending to the both of them? well… read and find out :)

chapters

profiles | intro | ghosted | ilyana | first day |

notes: on-going, irregular updates, contains swear words, might be have grammatical errors pls bare with me. this post will update anytime i posted new updates. likes and rts are actually highly appreciated~ first of all most thankyou for reading this au and enjoy reading ♡

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[DISCONTINUED]

— it’s already six months i’ve ghosted this au and i’ll be back with a new au that will be uploaded soon! i’m sorry for not being able to finish this story :( writer’s block got me and i thought i’ll be able to write again after days but it takes me months for not updating and just decided to discontinued this story and just create a new story for you guys~ i’m actually thinking hoon or hee but let’s see~ let me surprise you all~ let’s meet again in the next chapter love you, thank you for understanding <3

ghost to meet you

an enhypen ni-ki and oc au wherein… oc ghosted ni-ki because she thinks he’s too young for her even though they’re only nine months apart. what if after 3 months you ghosted him and you suddenly meet him on the SAME SCHOOL you’re studying and his friends unfortunately knows who you are and started to tease the both of you, same as your bestie who keeps blabbering things on how you ghosted him blah blah… will she survive or let’s just say will you survive the journey of bringing joy to their lives? lastly, will there be a happy ending to the both of them? well… read and find out :)

chapters

profiles | intro | ghosted | ilyana | first day |

notes: on-going, irregular updates, contains swear words, might be have grammatical errors pls bare with me. this post will update anytime i posted new updates. likes and rts are actually highly appreciated~ first of all most thankyou for reading this au and enjoy reading ♡