#fem!hanseo

[babygirlhanseo]

tbh, while i dread those possibilities, a part of me is also interested in seeing the usual jang bro dynamics and how/if they will be affected with fem!hanseo. i mean, it’s not something wanna see a lot of, but just like once to sate my curiosity.

the rest??? ohhh how i wanna put my rose-coloured glasses on and imagine han seok as the protective older brother in the life where he has a younger half sister. he’d still be mean occasionally but never physically hurt or berate her.

ohhhh and the possible romance between sweet princess han seo (in the verses where she’s cha young’s or vincenzo’s sister) and her sibling’s enemy aka han seok. cha young and vincenzo would be freaking out trying to stop it from happening but maybe han seok would become a little more tame lol that’s what i wanna see a lot of 🥲

as with all my obsessions, i’ve come to the point™️ with jang han seo :,)

rule 63

i present to you, fem!hanseo the absolute queen 🙂💔

[drama--universe]

Vincenzo & Han-Seo Headcanons

Requested by anonymous: Requested by anon: Hello! Can you please write dating headcanons for Vincenzo? For reader's background : Reader's family used to be close friends with the Cassano family. Vincenzo and Paolo both always loved her. But she left for Korea because she didn't like it there. When Vincenzo went to Korea, he searched for her and they worked together. And when Paolo came to take revenge on him, he saw her. 💥💥 bonus points if Hanseok/Hanseo also loves her. Tysm 😊

Pairing: Vincenzo Cassano x fem!reader (a bit of Han-Seo x fem!reader)

Word Count: 0.6k words

Vincenzo hated the fact that he and Paolo both liked you

because it creates a riff between the brothers

you seem to notice this too

it's yet another reason for you to leave

when you do, it is sudden

you just tell them you're going to Korea only a minute before you step on the plane

then you're gone

years later, Vincenzo heads to Korea as well

not because of you, but it's definitely a bonus for him

he does not know where you live, but he's quick to find out

mafia skills after all, he can track down a person with ease

you are glad to see him

until you find out what he's there for and how

but you help him out nonetheless, after all he is your friend

and a dear friend to you at that

maybe more, but you weren't going to admit that

when you meet Han-Seo for the first time, when he first comes to the plaza, you can only laugh as you see him gawk at you

he, unlike Vincenzo, is very open with his affection

the first time, he is literally just staring at you

you think he's cute

Vincenzo finds it annoying

he won't admit he's jealous of course

it becomes a funny sight for onlookers and you just find it hilarious

because on one hand you have Han-Seo

who is very forward, but still shy

and then you have Vincenzo

who is basically a tsundere as he won't admit his feelings

Han-Seo doesn't mind that Vincenzo likes you too, clearly

The same could not be said of Vincenzo, who hates that Han-Seo likes you too

but as the mission continues and Han-Seo grows on him, Vincenzo seems to mind less and less

when Han-Seo actually asks you out, he also asks Vincenzo

which is a bit weird at first, but you don't mind much

the date is fun for all three of you

it happens a few more times, always all three of you

Han-Seo is clearly in love with both you and Vincenzo

much like a puppy

Vincenzo is mostly in love with you, but he has a soft spot for Han-Seo

you just liked both men

they're special in their own ways

one cute puppy and one tsundere cat (aka Han-Seo and Vincenzo respectively)

it's Han-Seo that asks you and Vincenzo out

you accept

Vincenzo does too, but he doesn't directly say it

just grunts and such

the relationship is fun

Han-Seo is a cuddler

Vincenzo is more of a watcher

it's because of his mafia stand, Vincenzo can't relax himself much

but he loves to watch how you and Hans-Seo relax, usually in each other's arms

When Paolo comes to Korea to kill Vincenzo

as Vincenzo walks up to the roof, he is painfully aware of the three men on his tail

as they pounce him, he grabs one of the men and puts a gun to his head

"Did Paolo send you?" Vincenzo asks in Italian

the men scoff before freezing as they hear another click of a gun

you put it against the man's head that is pointing his at Vincenzo

"Note of advise, we're always together" you growl as you push your gun closer against the man's skull

the men leave and you pull out your phone, calling Paolo

when he answers, you start cursing at him in Italian

Paolo is completely quiet on the other side of the phone as you cuss him out

does not call back after you hung up on him

Now...

let's talk about the end of the series

You're not there when Han-Seo dies

Han-Seok is dead as Vincenzo holds Han-Seo's body

You only find out the day after it happened as Vincenzo comes home, eyes red and looking as tired as you've ever seen him

he tells you what happens while hugging you

holds you as you cry over Han-Seo's death

he tries to stay strong for you, forcing himself to not cry

you and Vincenzo visit Han-Seo's grave every month for as long as you're in Korea

if you do ever move back to Italy, you will visit Han-Seo's grave twice a year

his birthday and the day of his death

[taeyohonic]

stolen dances | chap. 8

summary: sometimes supporting the person you love is the hardest challenge you’ll ever face.

pairing: jeon jungkook x fem!reader

rating: m

warning: swearing

additional tags: f2l, ceo!jungkook, bestfriend!jungkook, shrink!yoongi, my best friend’s wedding meets 27 dresses (if the boss/secretary couple had happened), angst-y

words: 2200

links: prev. | next  [masterlist]

note: lower case letters intended

chapter summary: maybe there are too many red flags to ingore.

“what do you mean the menu changed?”, you hiss into the receiver, not caring how your colleague aches an eyebrow at your harsh tone.

“mr. jeon’s assistant called yesterday and demanded the gluten free pasta to be added instead of the duchess potatoes.” your caterer sounds as lost as you feel.

“but… the duchess is gluten free – now there’ll be a double pasta dish for entrée and sides”, you explain to the person who professionally cooks. never would you have imagined you’d be this upset about a vegetable.

“i’m doing what mr. jeon wants, ms. _____. my apologies.” yeah well, jungkook doesn’t know what he wants. his cold shoulder equals an iced crystal – your best friend has been mute even after getting back from his business trip. all the information you need as his unofficial wedding planner are thrown at you from different partners – like the caterer today or the florist last monday.

it’s seems like jungkook really wants to sabotage his own wedding to win this fight between the two of you. until now you’ve let him throw his childish temper tantrum, passively accommodating his changed decisions. but you’re drawing the line at the duchess potato.

“very well”, you say to the caterer. “i know you’re just doing your job – sorry for being rude. i can’t wait to taste… the gluten free pasta.”

the chef on the other end chuckles at your faked enthusiasm and you soon join.

“will you be there for the cocktail testing?”, he asks and you rummage through your desk, finding your planner in milliseconds.

“of course, it’s still on saturday?”, you ask, not trusting jungkook to change dates just to mess with your schedule.

after confirming the date, the two of you hang up and you start to pack up for the day. you’ll do the log entries for your students from home.

“everything okay, ___?”, your coworker jisoo questions, seeing you leave earlier than normal.

“yeah, don’t worry. i just… forgot an appointment. see you tomorrow”, you answer absently taking your prepacked lunch from the community fridge to eat later.

after taking two different trains and one bus, your self-made hummus is looking more like vomit than food as you stand in front of jungkook’s office building. but with your stomach in knots, you lose all appetite.

“miss ______, what a lovely surprise!”, the doorman greets you with an honest smile on his face. normally jungkook would send one of his town cars to collect you for your weekly lunch. to see you getting out of a bus worries the employee.

“how is the family, hanseo?”, you ask and answer his smile with one of your own.

“all well and healthy, miss! mr. jeon just got back from his meeting”, he informs you warmly and you bow in thanks.

with swift steps you move to the elevator, ready to make jungkook listen. arriving at the final floor, you greet his secretary with a short hug, your eyes already set on his closed door.

“may i go in?”, you ask mrs. yang – not really up to date on jungkook’s schedule. her knowing eyes stare right through your question.

“he’s all yours for the next hour; i’ll hold all phone calls.” you nod silently grateful for her discretion.

two loud knocks are the only forewarning jungkook gets before you barge into his office. your best friend sits at his desk, the top buttons of his shirt undone. his neatly styled hair and the reading glasses tell you that the last few hours were full of business decisions and negotiations.

his tired eyes look at you in surprise, before they cloud over with indifference.

“_____”

no ‘hey, how’ve you been the last week?’, no ‘did you manage to grab the credit card i forgot at the restaurant i stormed out of?’, no ‘i’m sorry, i canceled your favorite potato dish’.

“jungkook”, you greet him and hate yourself for how soft your voice sounds. your feet won’t allow you to move further into the room as your body stands still right next to the closing door.

a hefty silence sets around you, while the two of you muster the other. you notice the bags under his eyes – even with the expensive concealer covering the dark rings.

“_____”, your best friend says again, uncomfortable with the tension in his office.

“jungkook”, you answer, mimicking his tactic.

two estranged friends smile timidly at each other, before the CEO gets up from his seat and closes the distance. in front of you, he hesitates for a breath, but then you are in his arms. your winter coat and heavy bag create a barrier which jungkook crushes easily. he presses your body close to his chest, the suit jacket tightening around his shoulder blades.

you embrace him back, just as fiercely, and inhale his musky scent. he smells like love and you feel your eyes water.

“you’re a jerk”, you whisper against his neck, not ready to let go, but willing to work through your anger. the former idol huffs and buries his nose deeper in your hair. you can feel his breathe against your scalp and thank the lord with a silent prayer for taking a shower this morning.

“i know”, jungkook admits as he manages to squeeze you tighter at the same time.

“you’re a child”, you continue while drawing soft patterns across his shoulder blades with your fingertips.

“i know”

another silence follow – but it’s one without anger. it feels like going on vacation. nevertheless, problems need to be face, you’ve learned that from your shrink. so, with a heavy heart, you lose your embrace and try to step away from your best friend. after reluctantly holding on to you, he huffs and lets you go.

“have you eaten?”

“jungkook, we need to talk about this”, you tell him while the both of you sit on the leather couch. you have to suppress the impulse to take off your shoes, an old habit after the long nights spent in his office.

“when did you eat lunch, ____?”, he asks again and loses his suit jacket. the white button up shirt underneath looks a size too small, which troubles your heart greatly. jungkook doesn’t seem to notice, his focus remains on your eating habits.

“jungkook, i’ll eat later, promise”, you deflect and pat your bag with the hummus vegetable stew in it. your best friend doesn’t seem impressed.

“you’re upset because i haven’t told you about a close friend of mine”, you start, only to see him grimace at your wording.

“for five months”, he specifies.

“it never came up in conversation, jungkook. you… you don’t know all details of my life”, you justify yourself while mentally bowing at your backbone.

“yesterday, your mother invited me to their vow renewal, i can open a whole art gallery with your food pictures and i helped you plan a funeral for your living room plant last month”, jungkook replies astonished. “i even held the eulogy.”

yeah, fair, you’ll never forget seokjin’s oscar worthy crying scene in front of the calathea. even jimin was impressed.

“but you can’t introduce me to the guy accompanying you to my wedding?” there is a thick, and reasonable, accusation behind his words. you feel your hands sweat as you look at the tired eyes of your best friend.

“i’m afraid you won’t like him”, you offer. it’s the most logical explanation you could come up with after your phone call with taehyung. when truthfully, you are more afraid of the person yoongi will see in you face-to-face with jungkook.

but your best friend seems to buy your white lie. his face softens as he rests one hand on your knee.

“_____”, jungkook starts, “every friend of yours is a friend of mine.” you snort right into his words, not believing him for a second.

“you put my last boyfriend into jail.” the answering chuckle from him does not sound one bit apologetic.

“he was trash.” you know he’s right, still, his distrust was there before it turned out that your ex-boyfriend committed tax fraud.

“what about jisoo?”, you ask. “you’ve never warmed up to her.”

jungkook looks like he just swallowed something bitter at the name of your coworker.

“she hit on me.” his reveal shocks you.

“but she has a fiancé!”, you exclaim, only to see him roll his eyes.

“she hit on me”, he repeats unforgiving.

just… great.

“yoongi is different”, you say softly, not ready to reflect on jisoo’s audacity. it’s quite common for others to hit on jeon jungkook – he’s famous after all. but your own friend?

“let me be the judge”, jungkook demands equally soft and squeezes your knee.

“i’m not asking for your judgement, kookie”, you huff. you don’t need his approval. and yoongi sure as hell doesn’t want it.

“but”, you start again, “i think it’ll be best if you got to know him before the wedding.” you’ve thought about this a lot. it seems like the best course of action. even if you can’t picture yoongi and jungkook in the same room.

“he isn’t invited to the wedding”, your best friend scowls like a child. now you push his hand from your knee, irritated by his actions.

“he is”, you press, not willing to back down. jungkook’s eyes flash in anger.

“you can go with taehyung. he still has to make amends for fucking the DJs”, the CEO offers businesslike and moves up from the couch, like he just singlehandedly solved the problem.

“i don’t need a pity partner, jeon. i – there is a person who actually wants to go with me to your wedding”, you bite back. sure, you had to beg yoongi, but you won’t disclose that now. you’ve seen his gummy smile last week as he tried on expensive suits. he looked way too happy and handsome.

your best friend pushes some documents around his desk, deep in thoughts.

“as my best man you won’t have much time to be with him during the wedding. he will be alone in the midst of strangers. it’ll make him uncomfortable”, he tries to reason. you can’t help but roll your eyes – yoongi’s whole job description is to talk to strangers and make them feel safe. but wait…

“i’m not your best man, jungkook.” you’ve scheduled the event. seokjin’s best man speech comes right before the main course. you even sent the man some keynotes, with topics not to add to his roast.

“you got upgraded”, jungkook states with a shrug. no, no, no, no, no.

“you’ll have to rearrange the seating chart – the place next to my parents’ is now yours.”

“jungkook”, you breathe, astonished by his thoughts, “i’m not your best man.”

he tenses at your refusal, but won’t admit defeat too soon.

“you’re my best friend, so you should be my best man as well”, he says like it’s the simplest thing in the world.

“she was against it at first – some bullshit about gender norms and how the photos will look. but, ____, not talking to you for this long made me realize, that you are way more important than seokjin.”

you can see the red flags wave behind jungkook as you feel your heart quicken at his words.

“jungkook” no longer is your voice angry. the sadness in your tone makes jungkook flinch while looking at you from across the room.

“we’ve both created very – very idolized versions of one another”, you start to explain. “maybe you think of me as important – but jungkook, there is so much we haven’t shared with each other.”

he shakes his head, willing to interrupt, but you hold your hands up in warning.

“jungkook, i lo- i like being with you a lot these last few years. but there are parts of you i’ve never met. i never shared your trainee days with you, the hardship, the success. i was only an unknown fan cheering your band on from afar.”

you take a deep breath. “but even now, you still surprise me with new sides of yourself. leaving me on an island? disinviting my plus one? that’s not the jungkook i know. and that’s sure as hell not someone i want to toast to.”

your best friend looks like you’ve just broken something dear to him and you can feel the defeat in your bones.

“seokjin is your best man, jungkook”, you end and smile at the CEO who won’t look at you anymore. before you can move closer to him, the door opens.

“mr. jeon, your next appointment is waiting.” mrs. yang sounds apologetic and looks uncomfortable between the two of you – so far apart.

jungkook nods at his secretary and she closes the door, leaving you to finish the train wreck of a conversation.

“are we no longer best friends, ____?”, he whispers as he logs into his computer. his posture screams dismissal, but you can see how tensed his shoulders are and how hard is mind is working.

you have to suppress the coo on the tip of your tongue.

“jungkook – you are my best friend. you are a person of the utmost importance to me.”

“you still like me?” i love you, you fool.

“i still like you way too much for my own good.”

he nods silently and you can see the tiniest smile spreading across his lips.

you leave without goodbye, only to feel your phone vibrating in your pocket while the elevator rushes to the lobby.

bring your plus one to this week’s movie night.

before you can send a smiley face in responds, an email form the caterer pops up.

subject: duchess potatoes are back.

_____

happy new year! i hope you all have a healthy and kind 2021! let’s make life better by wearing our masks, helping others in need and supporting those who experienced hardship during this tiering time!

i know i promised yoongi/jungkook cat fight – but the chapter got so ugly that i squeezed in this scene of reader und kookie talking about this mess. so that yoongs won’t bleed during game night.

i’d love to hear from you all, it’s been really silent in my virtual life…

all the best and the warmest of hugs from, dana

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[babygirlhanseo]

i'm having fem!hanseo brainrot so i bring to you some of our lil miss ceo blowing off some steam at the gym

[babygirlhanseo]

as with all my obsessions, i’ve come to the point™️ with jang han seo :,)

rule 63

i present to you, fem!hanseo the absolute queen 🙂💔

[lakshana-ke-lakshan]

As much as I ADORE this idea, I can only imagine how worse the torture would be as han seok would only take advantage of the fact that he has a sister and mey even do unspeakable things to my poor little girl. So maybe in another life where han seok is not abusive or 'her' brother. Or even better, if she's Vincenzo's or cha Young's little sis. Just see me drooling on the thought of coddled princess han seo.

as with all my obsessions, i’ve come to the point™️ with jang han seo :,)

rule 63

i present to you, fem!hanseo the absolute queen 🙂💔