#hyuk

[avakkins-alter]

Trick or treat! | Hyuk

[diogxnxs]

HYUK!

Done with the last member of The Big Three for our Disneyverse TTRPG, GOOFY! He's the Rook to Mickey Mouse's King and Donald Duck's Bishop. I really enjoyed working on him and here's to hoping he looks great on a token.

Bonus Donald Doodle:

[idolsfacts]

[possession1981-moving]

HYUK Amnesia (2023)

[swrkn]

glad to see a new writer for wb manhwa and i already love ur oliver fic 🫶🏻 since ur req open can i request for hyuk with his highschool crush (&& preferably fem!reader) thankyeww!!

Between The Lines

Highschool!hyuk x highschool!fem!reader

Genre ; sfw , fluff

Author note ; Thanks for the compliment :)) I think i will probably do a part 2 fort this fic , since the end is kinda an open one. English is not my first language so im sorry if there are any mistakes, my request are still open !!

Hyuk wasn't exactly what you'd call a model student. He spent most of his time in the back of the classroom, head down, doodling in the margins of his notebook or staring out the window. School was just a thing to endure until the day was over.

But lately, his gaze had been lingering on someone else : Y/n

She sat a few seats ahead of him, always focused, her pencil moving gracefully across her notebook. She wasn't the type to cause a scene or demand attention, but Hyuk noticed her in everything she did. The way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was deep in thought, the way she always make a little smile when she answers a question correctly, little things that most people probably don’t notice.

Hyuk though? He noticed everything.

One day after school, Hyuk stayed behind, pretending to look for something in his desk, but in reality, he was waiting for Y/n. She was always one of the last to leave, making sure her notes were perfect before packing up.Sure enough, she was still there, flipping through her textbook, her brow slightly furrowed.

"Hey, Y/n," Hyuk said casually, trying not to sound as nervous as he felt.

She looked up, quit surprised. "Oh, Hyuk. What's up?"

He scratched the back of his neck. "You're pretty good at math, right? I'm kinda stuck on this problem." It wasn't a total lie-math wasn't exactly his strong suit. But more than anything, he just wanted an excuse to talk to her.

Y/n tilted her head, a small smile forming. "Math? Didn't think you'd ask for help with that."Hyuk shrugged, leaning against her desk. "Figured you'd be the best person to ask."

She laughed softly and moved her chair over to make room. "Alright, show me what you ve got."

They spent the next half hour going over equations and formulas. Y/n was patient with him, explaining things in a way that actually made sense to Hyuk. Everytime he got something right, she'd give him an encouraging nod or a quick "See? You're getting it."

Hyuk found himself more focused than he'd ever been in class. Not because of the math, but because of her. As they worked, he couldn't help but notice little things: the faint scent of her shampoo, the way her lips pursed slightly when she was thinking.

At one point, their hands accidentally brushed as she reached for his notebook. Y/n didn't seem to notice, but Hyuk's heart skipped a beat.

"See? It's not so hard once you break it down," Y/n said, tapping the page with her pencil.

Hyuk nodded, trying to act like he wasn't completely distracted. "Yeah, thanks. I guess I just needed a good teacher." Y/n smiled, a little embarrassed, "Happy to help you out."

As they packed up to leave, Y/n glanced at him. "You know, you're not as bad at this as you think. You just need to put in the effort."

Hyuk smirked. "Guess I'll have to ask for your help more often, then."

She laughed, slinging her bag over her shoulder. "Well, if you're serious, I'll be at the library after school tomorrow. Feel free to stop by."

Hyuk felt a surge of excitement. "Yeah? Alright, maybe I will."

They walked out of the classroom together, the hallway quiet and bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. For once, Hyuk didn't mind the idea of spending more time in school. If it meant getting to know Y/n a little better, he was all in.

And maybe, just maybe, he'd learn more than just math along the way.

I really think im gonna do a second part , let me know what you guys think !

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[allofmylovelove]

vixx amnesia challenge with dc jiu and sua

[ivelle-serenity]

Skateboard 6

Wind breaker

fem bodied reader | smut | action | pwp | jayjo/fml | vinny/fml | wooin/fml | joker/fml | hyuk/fml | owen/fml | enemies to lovers | angsty | the other woman (?) | reverse harem | fluff | SLOW BURN! | all characters featured are 18+

author's note: i can't believe i made this chapter so angsty,

✧˖° — windbreaker men

✧˖° — mdni, smut, description of not safe for work content.

✧˖° — this is a story not one shot.

I packed the books Jay had lent me into my bag. Once I had my things in order, I stood up and headed for the door. I took a deep breath before slightly opening it. Peeking through, I saw Jay bowing his head while his mother yelled at him. I covered my mouth in shock.

"Just because I let you participate in that tournament doesn't mean you can do whatever you want! What have I heard from your brother? You go to school without breakfast? You don't even eat dinner here, so you probably don't eat lunch at school either! Are you trying to starve yourself to death?!" his mother shouted at him. I winced at her harsh words. "Why are you doing this to yourself?! Is it because of that girl? Answer me!"

I swallowed hard as I looked at Jay's face. He kept his head bowed and didn't answer. I clenched my fists.

"Ever since that girl left, you've been like this! I'm telling you, stop getting into relationships! They only distract you from your studies!"

"I'm studying like you wanted. What more do you want?" Jay said quietly, and I gasped at his response.

Before I could react, his mother slapped him. I stepped back in fear. What should I do? Stop his mom? What if she gets angrier at Jay? What if she doesn't let him see his friends anymore because I interfered? But I can't just leave Jay like this!

Before I could make a decision, Jay came back into the room. His face looked exhausted, and his shoulders were slumped. And here I was, standing, watching him, wanting to ask if he was okay. But I didn't want to cross his boundaries. I didn't even know if he liked having me near him. Maybe he was just like Vinny.

He went straight to his bed and sat down, lost in thought.

"J-Jay," I said nervously, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have agreed to study tonight. You couldn't even eat dinner."

He didn't respond. Now I felt even guiltier.

"I should go—"

"Stay." I froze and looked at him, surprised. He was still staring at the floor.

"Your mom might get even angrier. I don't want you to get scolded again, Jay," I said softly.

This time, he faced me. "All she cares about is my studying. Then I will give it to her. Let's study more," he said coldly.

I frowned and took a deep breath. I sat beside him, and he didn't get angry, for which I was grateful.

"I know I have no right to say this, but..." I bit my lower lip nervously. "Doesn't it seem like your mom is just worried about you? I heard you haven't eaten since this morning." I searched his eyes.

"But of course, hitting you is not okay. If she really worries about you, she shouldn't hurt her own son," I added.

I saw his fists clench. "She doesn't care about me," he said seriously, with a hint of sarcasm.

"Okay..." I smiled, and he looked at me. "If you want to study, then let's do it together. But do you want to eat first?" I asked, taking out my phone.

"I'll order some food. What do you want?" I asked while browsing food options on my phone.

"I'll cook. Put your phone away," he said, surprising me as he stood up and left the room. I was left staring after him, bewildered.

He cooks? He knows how to cook?

I hurriedly followed Jay to the kitchen, surprised to see him already wearing an apron. My cheeks heated up at the sight. He looked so good! He's already smart, and now I find out he can cook too. What girl wouldn't fall for him? I didn't hesitate to approach him.

"You don't have to! I can buy us food. You've already let me stay here in your house, and now you're cooking for me too," I said shyly, but he was already frying something.

"Just prepare the plates," he ignored my protests.

"W-Where's your mom?" I asked as I set out two plates. I also helped him wash the knives he'd used. I couldn't believe he had time to chop everything!

"She left as usual," he said. He was focused on frying something as he spoke. I didn't know what else to do while he was cooking. It seemed like he didn't need any help, or maybe he just didn't want me to disturb him. So, I decided to wait until he was done.

I saw him taking off the apron. My eyes widened as he served pork tonkatsu with cabbage on our plates. The cabbage even had sauce, making it look even more appetizing.

"Wow, you can really cook," I said, impressed. I watched him scoop some rice and place it on the table. My heart warmed at the sight. He really knows how to make a girl fall for him.

"Let's eat," he said, sitting down, and I followed suit.

"Thank you for this... I'll pay you back next time." I said with a smile. He just nodded.

I started serving myself some rice. I really love rice. I can't go a day without eating it. I happily tasted what he cooked. It was so delicious! I almost forgot I was with Jay at the table. When I looked at him, I was shocked to see he was watching me eat like it was the first meal I'd ever had.

"Seriously? You didn't even invite me?" Jay's brother suddenly appeared.

"You're finished eating dinner, so go," Jay said, trying to shoo him away.

"I just had rice soup!"

"That's not my problem."

I laughed at their bickering. I smiled at his brother and offered him a piece of tonkatsu. Jay had cooked two pieces for us. I could manage with just one piece of meat.

"Here, eat this. You can get some rice," I offered.

"No, you eat it. Just let him be," Jay insisted, but I looked at his brother, who was eyeing the tonkatsu. I stood up and got him a plate. I also scooped some rice for him and gave him some tonkatsu and a bit of cabbage.

"Hey it's okay," I smiled sweetly at him. He looked stunned and seemed shy about looking at his brother. Soon enough, he joined us at the table. He sat beside me and started tasting the food his brother cooked.

"Thank you," he said softly, and I just smiled.

Jay sighed. "You should have told me earlier that you wanted some so I could cook for you."

"I didn't know you'd be cooking! It's been so long since you last cooked! Months even."

I realized the possible reason why he hadn't been cooking. It might have been because of Shelly. I forced a small smile. Maybe he used to cook for Shelly like this? How lucky she was.

"After you finish the alphabets, we can move on to the literature," Jay suddenly said, handing me half of his tonkatsu. I was taken aback.

"O-Okay..." was all I managed to say.

"Demitra! Do you have a boyfriend?" Jay's brother asked out of the blue, catching me off guard.

"Woohyeon." Jay warned.

"What? I was just asking! I'm single."

I laughed and shook my head. "No, you're too young to be my boyfriend, don't you think?"

"I'll be 18 soon!"

I laughed again and glanced at Jay, who continued eating as if he didn't care about our conversation. Why do I feel disappointed? I can't believe it. Why would he care about my relationship status?

"Are you one of Shelly's friends? Jay's girlfriend has a lot of friends, and I bet you're one of them."

Jay froze at the mention of her name. He stopped eating and glared at his brother.

"Uhh—" I didn't know what to say!

"Leave," Jay shot a sharp look at his brother. "Go eat in your room," he said seriously.

"But I'm still talking to Demitra—"

"I said leave," Jay shouted, and Woohyeon paled, quickly standing up and taking his food with him as he left.

I averted my gaze. After all this time, he’s still affected by her name. He truly loves her. Even though Shelly left and hasn’t contacted him. How could that woman not update her own boyfriend? Not even a text? Doesn’t she think about Jay’s feelings? I hate this. I shouldn't have cared about them at all.

I glanced at my watch. "Hey, isn’t it too late for us to study now? There’s always tomorrow. Let’s continue then." I forced a smile.

He looked up. "It’s up to you," he said shortly.

I laughed. "After I finish eating, I'll wash the dishes. Then I’ll head home."

"You're leaving?" he asked, surprised.

I frowned. "What else would I do here, Jaehyun? Sleep in your room?" I joked, but he just stared at me. "Just kidding... Do you need anything else? Do you want me to teach you more tips on biking?"

He shook his head. "It's fine. No need to wash the dishes. I’ll take you home," he said, starting to clear the plates.

"Oh, you don’t have to! I have my bike, remember?" I said, smiling at him. "Thanks again for the meal! I'll treat you tomorrow, I promise!"

He just stared at me before nodding. I sighed as he turned away. I want to learn more about you, Jay. So why can't you talk to me? I just want to make you smile. Why is it so hard? Is she really that important to you? Are you really starving yourself because of her?

I clenched my fists and looked away. I packed my things and took my stuff from his room. But I froze when I saw a small picture frame. It was a photo of Shelly and Jay together. Shelly had her arms wrapped around Jay’s waist while posing. They looked so sweet together.

Why do you keep appearing everywhere I go, Shelly? Why are you always ruining things for me? Why does the world keep doing this to me? Why?

I sighed.

"I'm leaving! Thank you again, Jay!" I waved to him as I stepped out of their house.

[erisawrites]

M A S T E R L I S T

In the middle of the night, when they sky was falling, the horizon littered with its fragments, careening straight for her, Y/N knew her time was up. It was either she faces the reality or closed the chapter then and there itself. But when the burden is too heavy to be carried on your shoulders, does one even have any choice besides submitting to defeat?

Failure was her only choice. Death was her only escape.

But they ensured she found a meaning in life, even if she didnt want it, while combatting against greater forces all clawing for her unmarked heart.

Pairing: Joker x f!reader , Wooin x f!reader, Hyuk x f!reader

Tags: Yandere, mentions of cult, mentions of violence, gore, lots and lots of shady stuff, NOT ROMANCE, IT'S PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR

COMING SOON

[bandhyukoh]

[AAA] HYUKOH & Sunset Rollercoaster - Profile Photos

[galaxymagick]

@leo_jungtw

우리 아이 형들있으니 아무 걱정말고 건강히만 ❤️

Our child. Since there are hyungs don't worry and stay healthy ❤️

[fairytalespond]

[xxinkeyxx]

[minzbins]

HYUK EYE OF THE TEMPEST Road To Kingdom: Ace of Ace, 2nd round

[reesespeanutbutterfuck]

(im)perfectionist

vinny hong x jo!reader

jay jo's imperfectionist sister meets the flawful vinny hong.

part 1

part 2

pairing: vinny hong x jo!fem!reader

warnings: SFW, fem!reader, gifted!reader, cursing, mentions of blood & violence, mentions/flashbacks to vinny's shitty childhood. jo!reader (jay is reader's 1 year older brother, but they're in the same class), physical descriptions (resemblance to jay, jay's mother, heavily implied asian features) intelligent!reader, female rage, implications of academic pressure, middle child trauma, second person's pov (you, you're, your), ANGSTY, lowkey self-indulgent, SPOILERS everywhere, includes momma bear vinny but then reader is also kind of a momma bear, reader is NOT yumi, but yumi still exists here. lmk if i forgot anyth

note: i can't stop tossing and turning while reading s4 lol this is how i cope. vinny pls come back now im bawling my eyes rn

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None of the recontres you had with Vinny Hong in the entirety of your life was normal.

The first time you encountered him was when you accidentally bumped into him in a vulnerable state while walking home under a light rain shower after a tiring day volunteering at the hospital your parents were working in. The light pouring rain hit your umbrella with soft thuds as you were finding your way through the alley you accidentally passed by after taking an alternative route, but getting a little lost in the process.

You shuddered when you heard a groan. You immediately looked around and kept your guard up in case it was a kidnapper. But no, it sounded like one of pain. Stopping your tracks and pulling over your feet, you looked around the alley. Your eyes expectantly scanned until your eyes found the source of the grumbling noise. There he was, slumped against the wall.

I knew it, you thought. It was a man. How cliché. His head was bowed down so he couldn't see you. Let me guess, a high school boy was mobbed and injured somewhere and now is left to die in a dark alley to be found lifeless once the sun rises?

You scoffed. If only you had all the time in the world to be a delinquent, that will most likely be where you're meant for. These high school boys are wasting their lives when they unknowingly have the time to choose to be a better person. You discreetly envied how these kinds of people can still choose how they'll live their lives, regardless of presence of sense for separating actions between good and bad.

And so you walked past the alley.

Your steps slowed down as the man groaned again, this time followed by a rustle. A slight pang of guilt forming in the pit of your stomach. Damn it, this wasn't–

You reluctantly looked back to where the man sat. You've always sworn your life you wouldn't meddle in anything that wasn't your business. But for some reason, the guilt of having the ability to help but refusing to, drowned your fixed principle.

Just as you were having an inner banter with yourself, your feet made the decision for you instead and took you to him. You pushed the button on your umbrella to automatically close it, pointing the sharp end to the stranger. You weren't even sure if he's still alive because he suddenly quieted down after that last groan. Only the light from the nearest post gave you an unclear sight of the man and the fluff of his fiery red hair.

One of his hands fell limp on the floor while the other was covering his wound. It seemed like he's been in the same spot for minutes yet the distinct bright colour of fresh blood told you the injury happened not very a while ago. You weren't sure of how to approach him properly, so you lightly kicked his leg once, but he didn't respond. So you kicked him for the second time, this time, harder. Finally, he responded by quietly groaning in pain once again.

“Who… the hell… are you…?” He weakly questioned as looked up to squint and take in your face, but your figure was against the light from the lamp post, so your silhouette was the only thing he's capable of registering. Even when in pain, his voice still sounded atrocious. Like he's someone used to speaking to people harshly. Luckily, you weren't intimidated for a single bit. It'll take a lot more than harsh tones to drive you away. You've been there.

You fumbled inside your tote bag to search for your phone, “Who are you to ask?” When you got ahold of your phone, you turned the flashlight on and you got a clearer view of the blood oozing out of this stranger's side, staining his hand in the process. It looked like a stab wound, judging from the volume of the blood oozing out from the wound.

“As expected.” You raised your hand to point the sharp end of your umbrella to him once again. “I will help you. But if you attempt to do anything funny, I'll stab you on your other side, too.”

Your first option as was to call immediate professional help. As you tried to dial the hospital hotline to call an ambulance, your phone kept indicating there was no service. The signal's jammed. You almost threw your phone to the nearest wall out of frustration as you hit the side of it with your palm. You side-eyed the man behind you.

Shit. Now what? This kind of stab wound is fatal, especially because he already lost plenty of blood beforehand. It wouldn't bleed that much if the penetration wasn't deep. It might have even hit a vital spot. Calling for help now will be difficult because of this deserted alley and the continuous pour of the rain didn't help either, plus, your phone has no service.

“I don't need… your help!” he glared at your silhouette and cursed himself as he shut his eyes tightly while attempting to sit upright, enduring the excruciating pain on his side.

“You're quite obnoxious for a dying man.” You looked around to search for more resources. This is a closed alley. If you leave him here for another minute to find help, he might completely lose his consciousness, he was already limp in the first place. You were left with no choice. Your hand hesitantly reached to fumble around your bag once again until you got an OS, gauze pads and sterilized medical stitching needles.

Your mother would be furious if ever she finds out you stitched a stranger's wounds. You can only imagine her yelling, "Patients are not your playthings and the Medical field is not your playground! Who are you to perform Medical procedures? You're not even a Doctor yet!" Yeah, for sure Dra. Jo wouldn't be so pleased to find out her daughter's attempt to fix someone up. You kneeled and looked at the stranger. You needed to gain his trust as professionally as possible.

“I won't ask your name since you're clearly hard to talk to. I'm [Y/N]. I'm no Guardian angel of yours. I do light voluntary work in hospitals and I have current trainings on how to attend to emergency patients. But I'm still a high school student so I'm not yet licensed. Anyway, going to a hospital will always be the safest option, but I have knowledge about stitching wounds, at least. I'm going to temporarily stitch you up so you don't lose more blood, then we'll get you to a hospital once I find phone service.”

You surveyed his overall state, he looked very pale, although it's easy to tell that he's naturally pale, by losing a lot of blood, he's getting even paler each passing second. You were running out of time.

“Do you consent to this?” You asked him calmly through your glasses.

He breathed out heavily. You knew he was wary and reluctant. Which is understandable. But if it's not you, who else will do it? You heaved a sympathetic sigh. As you unemotionally tell him about the circumstances of his skepticality, that you well acknowledge.

“Hey, you might have a family member waiting for you at home. They would be devastated to just hear from the news that you were found dispatched and lifeless out here in the morning.” you looked around, left and right. Right now, you're the best chance he has if he wants to live. “I won't force your consent out. I haven't touched you anywhere yet and I wouldn't if you don't want me to, so I can just leave you here without me being a potential suspect of your murder. But you should probably think about the ones that didn't know their last sight of you alive was the last they'll get, ever.”

He looks at you for a few seconds while he grits his teeth, before he slowly, lightly nods. Shutting his eyes and removing his hand from covering the wound, implying that he had put his trust in you.

You checked his carotid pulse first. Just as you thought. Erratic and weakened. And then looked over to watch the shallow rise and fall of his shoulders. Shallow breathing. He definitely lost a high volume of blood already. You hastily started disinfecting everything—your hands, the tools, even the gloves. You checked his expression. You gave him a heads-up before lifting the side of his shirt to attend to the wound properly. You began working up and stitching the wound on his right side. You looked at his face once again that's being covered by the shade of the unfinished constructions caging the alley, while going through your first stitch.

“I'm sorry, this is the only option, for now. I'll find more professional help after this.”

He had no more energy left to open his mouth and reply. He grunts in pain while you were busy ushing the needle through-and-through. You asked him to bite down on a cloth while enduring the pain, since you didn't have anesthesia and he can feel every poke of the needle on his skin. You stitched him with precision with your skilled hands. Your hands were painted crimson red during the process.

This wouldn't be your first time stitching. You've done this a couple of times, but only to a simulator. You pulled yourself together as you kept in mind that a person's life is in your hands this time.

While you were focusing on the stitches, all the stranger can muster are croaky groans, as the pain of the wound and the stitches stung, so you tried to do it faster. When you were done, while wiping your blood-stained hands, you noticed how his chest was rising and falling rapidly as he was wincing in pain. He tried to look up at you again, but his sight of you was blurry.

“Don't worry, that'll be removed at once when you're taken to the hospital. What I did is only first aid, and you already lost a lot of blood so we still need to get you to the hospital as soon as possible.”

You pushed your knees to stand up and find phone signal, but before you can, his hand rose and reached for yours.

“No.” He clutched your hand to stop you. His hand was rough—and also large. You have large hands for a female, but his hand almost completely enveloped yours.

The side of your lips shifted downward while looking down at him. “When I said trust me, I only meant temporarily so I can temporarily close your wound. I didn't mean with all your life."

“Just no hospital.”

“You must really want to die.”

He gripped your hand tightly from the severe pain he's enduring. You know how much pain he's going through right now and he didn't mean to do so, so you let him squeeze your hand.

“I would rather die, than pay a hospital bill.” he weakly held on to you, falling completely unconscious as his head fell on your lap. You furrowed your brows and put his head into a more comfortable position.

Oh, so he was serious on dying?

You coming to his rescue definitely doesn't just end with a few stitches.

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always remember to put seeking professional help as top priority if you ever encounter this kinda scenario irl

[vixx-network]

hyuk ✧ amnesia ✧ 231124 music bank

[swrkn]

hellooo dear, can you do relationship hcs with hyuk? pretty please thank you 💗

𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍

Hyuk x g/n reader

Genre ; sfw , fluff

Author note ; hii , of course i can ! Don’t hesitate to ask me more characters to do headcanons for ! Those are my personal headcanons so please don’t be mean if you don’t share my opinions ! My request are open

⇨ Quiet Moments

As we all know, Hyuk cherishes quiet, intimate moments. Sitting in comfortable silence, stargazing after a long ride, or simply leaning on each other while watching a movie are his favorite ways to unwind with you.

After a long day of riding, you both find a secluded spot in the park. The sun is setting, casting a warm glow over the horizon. You lie down on the grass, staring up at the stars as they begin to appear. Hyuk lies beside you, one arm behind his head, the other resting near yours. Neither of you speaks; the silence is comfortable, filled only with the distant sounds of crickets and the soft rustle of leaves. After a while, Hyuk shifts slightly and gently takes your hand, intertwining your fingers. "This is nice," he murmurs softly, his voice barely above a whisper. You smile, squeezing his hand in agreement.

⇨ Acts of Service

Hyuk shows his affection through actions rather than words. He'll quietly fix your bike, bring you snacks during study sessions, or make sure you're hydrated during rides.

One evening, you're struggling to get your bike in top shape before an important ride. You mention in passing that the brakes feel a bit loose and the gears are sticking, but you don't have time to fix it yourself. The next morning, you find your bike perfectly tuned up, running smoother than ever.Later, when you ask Hyuk about it, he shrugs, not making a big deal out of it. "I had some time, so I worked on it," he says simply, but there's a slight blush creeping up his neck. You grin and thank him, realizing this is just one of the ways he shows he cares.

⇨ Post-Race Care

As his partner, after intense rides, you're the one helping him recover— offering water, snacks, and a comforting presence.

After a particularly grueling race, Hyuk slumps onto a bench, breathing heavily. You're right there, handing him water and a towel. "You were incredible out there," you say, wiping some sweat off his forehead.He chuckles weakly. "I feel like I got run over by a truck."You laugh and sit beside him, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Well, you earned some serious rest." He hums in agreement, leaning into you slightly, appreciating your care.

⇨ Physical Affection

He was shy at first, but now that he becomes more physically affectionate. Expect warm hugs after races and casual hand-holding when walking around. At first, Hyuk isn't big on public displays of affection, but over time, he grows more comfortable.

One chilly afternoon, as you both walk through the city, he notices you shivering. Without a word, he slips off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. Then, in a rare moment of boldness, he takes your hand and tucks it into his jacket pocket alongside his own. You glance at him in surprise, and he just murmurs, "Your hands are cold." He keeps walking, but his grip on your hand stays firm and warm.

⇨ Subtle but Sweet

He's not the type for grand romantic gestures, but he'll surprise you with little things, like leaving a note in your bag or randomly showing up with your favorite drink.

One day, after a particularly stressful week, you open your bag to find a small, folded note. It simply reads: “You've been doing great. Don't forget to take care of yourself”. It's signed with Hyuk's initials, and you can't help but smile. Later, when you mention it, Hyuk tries to brush it off. "It's not a big deal," he says, but you can tell from the way he avoids your eyes and the slight upward twitch of his lips that he's glad you liked it.

⇨ Your Biggest Fan

Even if Hyuk downplays his tricks, it's clear he loves seeing you excited. He secretly lives for the moments when your eyes light up, and you cheer him on. Every time he nails a new trick, the first person he wants to show is you. Your encouragement fuels his confidence, and he's always thinking about how to outdo himself next time.

You're watching Hyuk practice when he suddenly says, "I've been working on something new." Intrigued, you nod. "Show me." He takes off down a slope, building speed before hitting a ramp. With perfect timing, he launches into a 360 spin, landing flawlessly. You jump up, clapping. "That was insane! You've gotten so good!" He rides back, trying to hide his grin. "It's not a big deal," he says casually, but the proud glint in his eyes shows he's soaking up your praise.

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