#hyunsu

[haerinari]

¿What do you want me to do? — Cha Hyun-su

pairing: Cha Hyun-su x fem!reader

genre: fluff.

warnings: tension between hyun-su and reader (?), kissing

a/n: this fic is about if it was you instead of Eun-yu in THAT scene of season2 ep8 of sweet home. when monster Hyun-su starts asking Eun-yu what should they do or, what does she want him to do.

You were on the hospital with Hyun-Su, Eun-yu, and the soldier Chan-young. Hyun-su just had a fight with monster Yi-kyung, he was all covered in blood, and right now he was sleeping in one of the hospital rooms. This is the first time that you could properly see Hyun-su after what happened on Green Home, it has been months since the last time you saw him. You and Hyun-su had a “thing” before, both of you liked each other, but nothing actually happened.

“Is he even alive?” the soldier said standing up from his chair. “he has been lying on the floor for the past 25 minutes”.

“Maybe he is just tired, Yi-kyung noona was a very special person for him” you explained.

“Go check on him, y/n” the short hair girl suggested. “Probably he will speak to you”.

“Okay” you simply answered.

You opened the door of the room, now seeing an awake Hyun-su sitting on the corner of the small bed.

“Cha Hyun-su” you said, no answer. “Cha Hyun-su…”

He turned his head, opening slowly his eyes and looking at you. They were now a beautiful blue color, but that just could mean one thing, the Hyun-su you knew, was gone.

He stand abruptly from the bed, looking into your eyes and walking towards you. Was he going to hurt you? No, Hyun-su would never do that. You took a bar of metal that was on the floor, you know, just in case.

“Are you going to hit me with that?” he asked.

“Bring him back” you said firmly. “Bring Hyun-su back, now”

“His hurt, leave him to rest. I was just helping him out because he was hurt. Give me a break” Hyun-su said looking at himself in the mirror. His shoulder was hurt, it had an open wound and it was still bleeding. But a few seconds later, it was completely gone.

“Wasn’t Hyun-su in control?” you asked him.

“I’m also Hyun-su”

“Not you, the real Hyun-su.”

“We agreed to help each other, it wouldn’t be great for me if he died” the monster explained.

“Just leave him alone and get lost” you said without hesitation, you wanted to talk with your Hyun-su.

“Really? Would you be okay with that?” Hyun-su said coming closer and closer to you. “Would you be okey with Cha Hyun-su who is weak?”

“Yeah, i will be totally fine with that Hyun-su”

He was now inches away from you, his tall and strong figure almost covering yours. Hyun-su lowered his head in a way that now his face was on the same level as yours, his eyes were scanning your face, and you were just standing still.

“What are you doing?” you asked almost in a whisper, nervousness covering your body.

“I don’t know” he paused, a cocky smirk covering his face. “What do you want me to do?”

He came to your face even closer, his lips almost touching yours. You didn’t now what to answer, it was like your voice was totally gone. Having Hyun-su this close was a new sensation that your body was actually enjoying a lot.

“I bet that he haven’t even kiss you before.” Hyun-su said laughing a bit. “I have to admit it, we have good taste, ‘cause you’re a pretty pretty girl…”

“Then do it” you whisper softly, the words just slipping from your mouth.

“As you wish” he answered.

His lips crash directly into yours, one of his hands cupping your cheek while the other one was holding your waist. Your hands were on his neck, trying to pull him closer and feel every single part of him on your body. This was the first time you kiss Hyun-su since what happened on green home, and god, you’ve miss him so much.

You broke softly the kiss, opening your eyes now to see normal Hyun-su back, his brown eyes with a look of surprise and his cheeks getting red.

“I’m glad your back” you smiled, your hands going through his hair and pulling him into a hug.

“Did he said something mean to you?” Hyun-su asked worried.

“No he didn’t, but he did something you didn’t do before…” you answered.

“I didn’t knew if you still like me…” he said looking down, his hands now holding yours. “I needed a boost of confidence to prove it and he was the only candidate i had”

“You could just ask Eun-yu, you know she is my best friend” you said smiling.

“I did, and she told me to discover it by myself” you laughed.

“Well, now you do know how i feel about you” you told him, his head hiding on the crook of your neck. you loved how shy he got around you.

“I missed you” he said now looking at your face. “I was always thinking about you, you were on my mind all the time”

“I’ve miss you too Hyun-su, but please… don’t leave again” you told him, almost begging him not to leave.

“I won’t leave, not when i have you here with me again”

You pull him into a hug again, you could stay like this for ever, with him.

“I love you” you said to him, watching his cheeks become red again. “Why do you get all shy when i say cute things to you” you asked laughing.

“You make me nervous” Hyun-su laughing with you. “I love you too”

[smuttykdrama]

[Hyunsu x Fem!Survivor!Reader / Sweet Home Season One]

Warnings: Depression, ED if you squint, Cha Hyunsu needs a hug, Self loathing, Eunhyuk is an ass in this, Kissing, Hyunsu is baby boy - .

Plot: You and Eunhyuk have been best friends for as long as you can remember, but your eyes are on Hyunsu. You comfort him as he goes through a hard time after going on missions for Eunhyuk.

Story under the cut!

"What does it matter to you if he's in pain or not? He's a monster who could turn at any time. He's in there to protect us."

Eunhyuk paced around outside Hyunsu's room he was confined in, scowling at you.

"(Y/N). This is my last warning. Don't get close to Cha Hyunsu. He'll only hurt you if he turns. I need to protect you-"

You sighed, angrily folding your arms, tears building up in your eyes. How could Eunhyuk, your best friend, be so cold towards another? Hyunsu was basically a prisoner in this place. They made him work all day and night exploring the building and fighting monsters, leaving him exhausted when he got back. At this point, you doubted that Eunhyuk even fed him or took care of his half healed wounds.

"Ya, Lee Eunhyuk, how could you be so thoughtless? Hyunsu has done nothing wrong. He's still human, like you and me! How could you lock him in that room and starve him?! Not to mention leaving him to heal by himself!"

You yelled furiously, really upset. You were the only one who dared approach Hyunsu, and you could tell he wasn't doing well mentally or physically.

"He isn't a human. He's a monster. I can't risk you getting hurt trying to fix him."

Eunhyuk stated calmly, unfazed by your outburst. He grabbed your hand and placed it on his chest, over his heart.

"I'm doing this for you. Feel this? My heart beats only for you, so why? Why are you so obsessed with Cha Hyunsu?"

His voice seethe with jealousy. Ah. So torturing Hyunsu was Eunhyuk's way of showing his jealousy. You always knew that Eunhyuk had a crush on you ever since middle school. But as you grew older, his attitude became more stoic and stern.

"I don't give a fuck about your little crush on me, Lee Eunhyuk. You've hurt my Hyunsu, and you're going to pay for it one day. Leave me. I'm going to see him and you can't stop me."

And with that, you walked away, entering Hyunsu's room. Eunhyuk was stunned and angered, but knee he couldn't stop you. You'd soon find out not to trust a monster. As you stepped inside, you softly called out,

"Hyunsu?"

He immediately recognised your voice and ran over to you like a lost puppy. His averting eyes and soft voice made your heart flutter. He rubbed his arm gently, mumbling.

"(Y-Y/N)? Oh...hi."

Hyunsu greeted, his head hanging low. You were appalled by the mere sight of him. He had torn clothes, bruises everywhere, half healed cuts, and looked genuinely exhausted.

"Hyunsu...how have you been?"

He looked down, gulping nervously.

"Fine.."

"Cha Hyunsu. You don't look fine...how long has it been, sweetheart?"

His head snapped up in confusion.

"How long since what?"

"How long since you've rested and had a meal?"

Hyunsu anxiously twiddled with his fingers, unable to keep still. Over the past week, you'd become someone very precious to him, ever since you'd stopped him from ending his life. He didn't want to tell you the truth. He didn't want you to worry about him...but Hyunsu knew that you'd find out eventually.

"Five days, noona..I haven't slept..the monster..it's hurting.."

He whispered sadly, unable to contain his depressed thoughts. He continued,

"I'm a monster. Monsters don't sleep or need food, right? And I'm In here because I'm a threat to everyone. Noona, it's dangerous, you should leave."

You were stunned; to see such a sweet person talking down on themselves felt extremely sad. Hyunsu's eyes filled with tears as he turned away from you, prompting you to move closer, until your front was completely up against his back. You back hugged him, snaking your hands around his waist.

"Hyunsu...you're not a monster. You're our savior, I can't imagine how exhausting this has been for you. To protect everyone. all while keeping a distance, unable to interact properly. I'm sorry about Eunhyuk and the others. They don't understand."

A tear slipped down his sunken cheek.

"Hyunsu - ah, I've brought you some food."

You said, breaking the hug and offering him some ramen. Hyunsu's eyes went wide as he saw the food. He was starving, but didn't want to trouble anyone anymore.

"I'm a monster. I won't die if I don't eat."

He stated simply, turning back around again.

"But..Hyunsu..that doesn't mean you won't feel hunger."

"I'll just...not eat..."

He insisted stubbornly. You sighed angrily and lifted his chin up with yoru hand suddenly.

"Cha Hyunsu. Eat. Eat or I'll force feed you. Then get some sleep. I'll lay with you."

You ordered him gently, but firmly, glaring into his eyes. He finally gave in, grabbing a few pieces of the ramen from you before retreating to his bed. You pulled up another chair and sat next to him, watching him consume the noodles. After a moment, he put down the bowl and turned to face you.

"Thank you, Noona...nobody else had bothered to visit me.."

Hyunsu got up from the makeshift bed and leaned over, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. Your face burned bright red as he shyly and softly kissed you.

"God, Hyunsu. Stay safe on your missions for Eunhyuk, okay? You're mine. And I don't want you hurting what's mine."

Hyunsu could've died. You. his Noona...liked him? Even if he was a depressed, tired monster, you accepted him.

"O-okay..."

Hyunsu smiled, taking your hand in his. You ruffled his hair.

"Good boy."

Eunhyuk stares at the door.

[littlekohai77]

Silly things.

𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛.

🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶🅂: ooc Hyunsu, monster Hyunsu, dramatic, hinted past connections, teasing, yelling, physical violence, Seok-Hyeon, you get more monster Hyunsu then actual Hyunsu tbh.

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Hyunsu glances up at you, a wary look in his eyes as the door closes behind you. You take a deep breath as the click of the lock resounds through the awfully quiet space. You begin to look around, taking in the environment as you try to mentally prepare yourself.

The image of Seok-Hyeon snoring away on the couch makes you scrunch your nose up. You're not alone, you'll have to keep that it mind.

"Why...why are you here? " his question pulls you out of your thoughts, forcing you to focus your attention back to him.

You nearly can't bear to look at him. After all this time, you almost didn't recognize him. You note how his hair has grown, unruly and messy. His demeanor, quiet and shy. He feels like a totally different person. Gone was his energetic, friendly, helpful and cheery nature. The Hyunsu you knew has become a thing of the past. He looks pathetic now. And yet it still pulls at your heart strings. Still makes you want to hold him close. To protect him. To love him.

You shake your head, attempting to rid of these thoughts, hoping, praying to whichever God was listening that none of that showed on your face.

You're ashamed, embarrassed by how much you still care about him. How desperately you still run to his aid. Even after he humiliated you, threw you away and stomped all over your feelings like they were nothing but some annoying bugs. Like the time you two spent in each other's loving embrace meant nothing to him.

Even if you try to tell yourself that he did it for you, there's always that little voice in the back of your head, getting louder by the day, that he was using it as an excuse to dispose of you, to somehow keep his good guy act intact while ridding himself of the annoyance that is you. You're ashamed to be having these thoughts. To be villainizing him.

But you can't brush off the evidence. The things that piled up til it all fell apart. You had noticed how he seemed to distance himself from you. How he let you down multiple times. How he stopped showing up as much. Stopped waiting for you after school. Maybe his attention was on someone else. Maybe it was the popular girl in his class. Maybe it was your class president, who he always helped out.

You don't want him to know why you came here, why you're getting locked in with him. You're not ready for it. Too afraid of his mocking smile. How would he react this time? Would he at least let you hold him first? Would he- why are you so desperate for his attention? It's not like he's the only man alive.... Why do you chase after him so?

You're so pathetic.

"Just... Showing signs.. " You lie through your teeth. It comes to easily. Like second nature. Maybe you were always a serpent. Always an evil little thing nobody would want. Maybe that's why he-

"Oh.. " He mutters. His reaction greatly disappoints you. At least disgust would've been something. But all he greets you with is apathy.

You muster up all the courage that you have and feed it into a bold instinct. Approaching and sitting down right beside him.

You're afraid, he might turn any moment. He might kill you with his bare hands while still human. You don't know what to expect. But that sad look in this eyes pulls you towards him and all that anger and resentment you held against him washes away as you're overcome with the urge to soothe him.

You're just being a manipulative person now. Right? Nothing more. Nothing less. This has nothing do with your past or your future. This is simply an act of false kindness. A strategic move.

"... Do... Do you like video games? " '-now? ' a part you refused to add. Refusing to address the elephant in the room for as long as you possibly can. You hope he has forgotten you. You hope he doesn't remember your last interaction. The memory alone makes you uncomfortable. Makes you want to hide as you can't believe you acted like so for another human being's attention. It makes you hate your past self.

But you're sure he remembers.

And you're glad, thankful that he doesn't address it either.

What you aren't aware is how volatile your presence makes him. How many emotions it rises from deep within his heart. Your question irks him. Have you always been so ignorant of the world around you? No-that's not him. That's the monster. He's angered by the fact that you weren't there when he needed you. He doesn't care that it wasn't your fault. He's just hurt and he needs someone to blame. Something to drive Hyunsu up the wall and gain control.

Hyunsu's eyes turn black. The color bleeding from his irises and spreading til there was nothing else but a sea of darkness.

Well shit, not even two minutes in and you're already fucked.

You start to feel dizzy. Oh god you're so fucked. Why did you do this? Who do you think you are? Some movie character? This is real life! Reality!

But you also refuse to run with your tail between your legs. You refuse to be faced with Eun-Hyuk's sickening smirking. You refuse to prove him right.

"Don't be ridiculous. In an apocalypse, this is seriously what you ask him? If he likes video games? Don't make me laugh! Why are you even here? To pity him? Get out before I tear from limb to limb. Worry your pretty head about someone else. He isn't worth your time. "

You didn't know he was this agitated. That he was so anxious that he'd refuse to stop thinking negatively for even a minute. He's losing hope. He probably doesn't know it. But he's in despair. Drowning little by little.

His words only register in your mind halfway.

You stand up, which causes a grin to break across his face.

𝘚𝘦𝘦? 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶! 𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨! 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥! 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳! 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘈 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘦? 𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘓𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘴.... 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦-𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳! 𝘞𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳! 𝘞𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 and-

A sudden smack to the back of his head disorients him. Almost causing him to topple over onto the ground. One of his eyes changes back to normal. The black seeping back into the iris before disappearing into a dark brown.

"APOCALYPSE THIS! APOCALYPSE THAT! SO WHAT? WE'RE GONNA DIE ANYWAY!! BLAH BLAH BLAH! IF YOU KEEP THINKING LIKE THAT, YOU'LL DRIVE YOURSELF MAD! WHAT'S SO WRONG WITH A BIT OF NORMALCY HUH? HYUNSU! Hyunsu! "

You've broken into a rant. Stomping on the ground and throwing a dramatic tantrum. It rouses Seok-Hyeon up, who yells at you annoyed, but you bark back just as ferociously, which shuts him up. He retreats back, pretending to fall asleep again. You turn to Hyunsu again, a furious look in your eyes. Brows frowned in rage.

"Hyunsu! " you plop down onto the floor in front of him.

"What's so wrong with talking like normal people?"

"So you want to pretend that everything is fine? Like a lunatic?" The monster bites back, laughing.

It makes you grit your teeth, glaring at him. "Yeah! So what? What if I want to? Is that so bad? Always thinking about death and blood and gore and all these horrible things! You know what's that gonna do to you? That's gonna drive you mad! "

"Hyunsu." You put your hand up against his cheek. The side of his face that seems to still be in his control. The monster side has quieted down, staring at you quizzically. Intrigued by you.

"It's okay to not be able to take all this stuff in at once. Not everybody is built like that. And trying to push yourself isn't gonna help you. So just, why not take a break? Why not talk about normal silly little things? Why do we have to talk about what's happening around us now? Why do we have to address it so directly? Why not just stop thinking so hard? I'm not-! "

You cover his mouth just as he begins to speak, fully knowing that it's going to be his monster taking another jab at you.

"I'm not saying to ignore it all or forget about it. I'm just telling you to stop thinking of the bad things so much." His left eye twitches at your words, the one that's still black.

"So... I ask you again, Do you like video games? "

Your faces are so close now. Noses inches away from each other. He's staring intently into your eyes and it almost feels like you guys are about to kiss when.

A sudden wet appendage lathers its sticky saliva all over your palm. You recoil and wipe your hand on the floor, a look of annoyance paints your face as Hyunsu cackles loudly. Both his eyes as black as the night sky.

"Pretty thing, how's he gonna answer if you hold his mouth shut? " He says with a smirk, making you roll your eyes as he crawls up to you.

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ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣.

𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥.

ℕ𝕖𝕩𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣.

𝙰𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝... 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞. :)

[quack-quack-snacks]

MY PERSONAL OPINIONS

These two ^^

these two ^

and these two ^^ (ignore the text this was the only good pic I could find) will forever be better

than these two ^^

I am very anti Eun-yu x Hyun-su. sorry not sorry

[myrozendream]

[kyo-gen]

how can he be so cute and so fucking hot at the same time😫😣! I'm gonna die. I need more episodes RIGHT NOW. this 30 year old...🙃

[seoulserpents]

𝐊͟𝐈͟𝐌͟ 𝐊͟𝐘͟𝐔͟𝐍͟𝐆͟𝐒͟𝐔 ;

Kyungsu voit le jour dans une famille de merde. Premier enfant d’une lignée de quatre garçons, autant dire qu’il prend son rôle de grand frère très à coeur. Il n’a que quelques mois d’écart avec Hyunsu qui est celui avec lequel il est le plus proche. Ils font les quatre cents coups, comme deux gamins qui ont quasiment le même âge, des frères en plus de ça. Puis viennent Eunwoo et Seung, les deux plus jeunes, que Kyung ne pourra s’empêcher de venir protéger comme si il s’agissait de ses propres gosses. Moins bien virulent que le deuxième de la lignée, le brun est le calme et la sagesse, là pour veiller à ce que les plus jeunes fassent bien leurs devoirs, à ce que Hyunsu ne se fasse pas plus mal que ça. Ils sont heureux sur le papier, parce qu’ils sont tous les quatre et qu’il se dit que rien ne peut leur arriver.

Mais dans une famille aussi éclatée.

Tout peut arriver.

Un père qui abuse de la bouteille et des médicaments et une mère aux abonnés absents, qui préfère aller rendre visite aux hommes mariés du quartier. Ils sont putain de pauvres, se passent leurs vêtements quand ils deviennent trop petits pour eux, n’ont pas de réelles affaires pour aller à l’école. Mais encore une fois il ne s’en formalise pas, parce qu’il est bien trop occupé et concerné par l’état de ses trois petits frères.

Leur père décède, quand il n’a que six ans. C’est certes de la tristesse qu’il éprouve, mais pas tant que ça, parce qu’il ne connaît pas réellement son père, les seules fois qu’il a pu le voir c’était quand il avait un coup dans le nez et qu’il s’endormait dans le canapé défoncé du salon. Autant dire qu’il n’avait pas la meilleure image de leur géniteur et il n’a pas honte de le penser. Cela dit, il n’a pas le temps de s’intéresser plus que ça au décès de leur père, parce que leur mère prend le relais, de la pire des manières. Ne pouvant plus profiter de l’argent de son mari, cette dernière décide de se faire de l’argent sur le dos de ses quatre enfants. La terreur et la peur s’installent entre les quatre murs de la maison quand elle décide de vendre ses enfants dans un trafic sexuel, laissant rentrer, tous les jours, des hommes différents qui profiteront de faire leurs affaires avec des enfants qui ne sont même pas consentants. Si la colère s’installe chez Hyunsu, si la peur vient prendre possession des plus jeunes, c’est surtout la frustration et l’inquiétude qui submerge Kyungsu. Bien-sûr qu’il prend plus que les autres, bien-sûr qu’il subit chaque nuit quand il est incapable de trouver le sommeil parce qu’un homme fait son apparition dans sa chambre. Il est en colère mais ne le montre pas, parce qu’il est bien trop occupé à réparer les pots cassés chez ses petits frères. Son père n’est plus là, et même si ce n’est pas son rôle, il va tout faire pour devenir la seule forme d’autorité et paternelle de cette putain de maison bancale.

Ses petits frères passeront toujours avant tout.

Il voit ses frères s’éteindre un peu plus chaque jour, effaçant leurs sourires au profit des traits tirés causés par le manque de sommeil. C’est ça qui le brise au final, de ne pas réussir à protéger ses frères de l’atrocité qu’ils sont en train de vivre, de ne pas pouvoir mettre un sourire sur leur visage. Il ne peut empêcher Hyunsu de se battre ou de faire exploser sa colère, il ne peut empêcher Eunwoo de coller le cul de leur mère pour espérer avoir de l’affection, et il ne peut empêcher Seung qui ne cesse de se refermer sur lui même de jour en jour. Il a échoué, de la plus lamentable des façons, et encore aujourd’hui il s’en veut terriblement. Si il avait osé ouvrir sa bouche face à leur mère, il aurait pu offrir une vie différente à ses frères.

Mais la vie a un drôle de sens de l’humour.

Si leur mère ne voit pas le mal dans le fait de prostituer ses propres enfants, les voisins ne voient pas ça du même œil. Les rapports s’enchaînent, des hommes défilent dans la maison des Kim et c’est un voisin, inquiet, qui vient appeler les services sociaux. Si pour Hyunsu, c’est une putain de porte de sortie, c’est l’angoisse pour Kyungsu. Comment va-t-il protéger ses frères si il est placé en foyer ? Autant dire que les entretiens avec l’assistance sociale ne se passent pas comme prévu. Il n’est pas calme, bouillonne à l’intérieur de lui même et menace même de tout casser si quelqu’un vient lui retirer ses frères. Mais ça ne fonctionne pas, pas plus quand il manque de se battre avec le directeur des services sociaux, des larmes de rage coulant le long de ses joues quand on lui annonce que les deux plus âgés ne seront pas placés ensemble. Il n’a plus rien. Plus les deux plus jeunes. Plus sa famille. Il n’a plus Hyunsu qui jusqu’à maintenant était son putain de soutien dans leur vie merdique. Si tout le monde pense que Kyungsu serait le premier à être adopté, il n’en est rien. Trop brisé, avec un passé de merde qui décourage quiconque ose l’approcher. Il n’est pas agréable non plus, refuse même de se faire adopter, parce qu’il n’accepte pas de finir dans une famille où ses frères ne sont pas là. C’est eux sa famille. Personne d’autre.

Mais il voit une certaine lueur d’espoir dans le foyer, quand il fait la rencontre de Jade. Jade, elle devient bien vite sa meilleure amie, ils passent le plus clair de leur temps ensemble, et c’est grâce à elle que le jeune homme semble s’apaiser, devenir plus agréable, plus gentil. Ils deviennent inséparables, se promettent même de continuer de se voir à la sortie du foyer. Ce qui fini par arriver. Parce que Kyung est indéniablement amoureux de la jeune femme. Ça se lit au milieu de sa figure, mais il préfère s’enfoncer dans le déni, parce qu’il juge que Jade est beaucoup trop bien pour lui et qu’elle ne mérite pas d’être avec un mec aussi brisé que lui, bien qu’elle soit au courant de toute son histoire. Alors quitte à être malheureux toute sa vie, ne voulant pas briser leur amitié, il joue le rôle du parfait meilleur ami, la soutenant dans chaque phase de sa vie. Après tout, tant qu’il a Jade dans sa vie, il est ravi. Une fois à l’université, les deux meilleurs amis restent collés l’un à l’autre, bien vite rejoints par Bambi – la cousine de Jade – et le jeune homme, entouré des deux femmes de sa vie, se dit qu’il a lui aussi le droit à vivre sa vie comme il le souhaite.

Cependant, ça reste difficile pour lui de voir la femme de ses rêves s’abandonner à des hommes devant lui, c’est sa jalousie qui est piquée mais il ne dit rien, se contentant de la réconforter à chaque fois qu’elle tombe sur un mec pas assez bien pour elle. Pour éviter de broyer du noir et de rentrer dans une jalousie qui le bouffera un peu plus chaque jour, il commence à sortir et se faire des amis. Mais ce sont des putains de mauvaises fréquentations, des membres d’un gang. Et quand on lui proposera de rentrer chez Halazia, le brun ne voit pas le mal, naïf comme jamais et accepte quasiment tout de suite. Si il voit en premier temps un moyen de se faire de l’argent facilement et rapidement, il déchantera bien vite en constatant que leur boss – Set – fait dans la drogue. Il s’y retrouvera mêlé de la tête aux pieds, sera dans la merde la plupart du temps, mais il sait aussi qu’il n’a aucune chance de quitter un jour le gang, parce que Set a trop d’informations sur lui, trop de pression sur sa personne. Alors il ferme sa gueule et il obéit. Ce qui ne plaît pas forcément à Jade qui essaie de le sortir de là. Mais dans ce malheur, il se dit qu’il a toujours Kaz et Iseul sur qui compter.

Son passé le rattrape bien vite. Ça devait être une simple mission, il devait réceptionner de la drogue et ramener leur bien à leur chef, mais il ne se doute pas une seule seconde que Hyunsu qui est dans le gang rival au leur, se trouve à quelques mètres. Une embrouille éclate et c’est seulement quand il se retrouve au QG des Serpents qu’il tombe sur son petit frère. Son monde s’écroule, Kyungsu avait toujours eu espoir que Hyunsu ait une vie normale, qu’il s’en soit tiré, mais le karma est marrant hein, quand ils sont au final au même niveau de leur vie : dans la merde. Ce n’est pas facile tous les jours, il va leur falloir du temps pour se rapprocher, pour rattraper ces dix dernières années, mais le brun qui en premier temps réticent à l’idée de laisser le plus jeune revenir dans sa vie, doit bien s’avouer qu’il lui avait manqué et qu’il est content de le retrouver.

Kyungsu n’est pas apprécié des Serpents – ce qu’il peut comprendre – mais quand Kaz, Iseul et lui seront viré de leur propre gang et qu’ils viendront plaider leur cause, le brun fera tout pour se faire pardonner et obtenir la confiance des autres membres. Même si c’est compliqué par que par sa faute Tayden s’est fait planté, parce qu’il a fait un coup bas à Cordelia qui lui en veut toujours autant, et que Junseo ne peut pas se le voir en peinture. Il est déterminé à toucher le bonheur et l’apaisement du bout des doigts.

[simpsqueendom]

we fall apart as it gets dark i’m in your arms in central park there’s nothing you could do or say i can’t escape the way i love you

you didn’t mean to say 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮

[pinievsev]

Hi I saw you added sweet home to your list, could you do Any fic or something where the reader hurts his ankle or something and hyun soo and his monster are being overprotective please?

BOTH SIDES

Cha hyun-soo X GN! reader

Warnings: mentions of injury, S2 spoilers,kinda comedic

A/n: I know this is probably not exactly what you had in mind but I wrote it in school. Again.

Note: bold: hyun-soo monster side.

Normal: hyun-soo

Italics and (): (hyun-soo in his head )

Bold, italics and (): (hyun-soo monster in his head )

You ran after Ah-yi, who had decided she'd ran off to chase some kind of monster while hyun-soo had gone to look for necessities.

She slid under a tall metal fence, you definitely didn't fit under that. You made the drastic decision to jump over it, and as you landed, you twisted your ankle.

"Fuck." You groaned and stood up with difficulty. "Ah-yi?!" You called for the young girl you had been chasing. She appeared from behind a tree, running towards you.

"Yes?!" She asked, her adorable smile on her face. You've been calling out for her for the past half an hour. Yet that's all it took. You inhaled sharply to compose yourself.

"We need to get back home, hyun-soo will be back soon too" you tried and to your surprise she agreed fairly quickly, she yawned and made grabby hands at you.

You sighed but picked her up, hissing at the pain that shot through your ankle in the process.

It took some time, and the kid had fallen asleep in your arms but you made it. As you neared, you made out hyun-soo's voice, looking for the both of you.

You limped your way up the stairs, careful not to wake Ah-yi up. "We're here." He immediately rushed to you. "Where have you been?" He whisper yelled at you.

"She ran off to chase something." You explained handing him the child.

He carefully took her to the small room behind him and tucked her in by the corner. You followed him slowly, closing the door behind you. You sat down in the opposite corner, a groan escaping you as you felt your ankle stinging.

"Are you okay?" Hyun-soo asked, moving to sit by you "I'm fine, just hurt my ankle it'll heal." He reached out to examine it but you pulled back "let me see?." He asked as calmly as possible

You shook your head "I'm okay, really."

"Let me see." You looked up, his eyes now a piercing blue colour unlike his usual calm dark eyes.

You threw your head back, resting it on the wall "Fine." You said gesturing to your ankle.

He checked your ankle, once you Looked back down, his eyes where back to normal and he was wrapping it with some gauze and tape.

"You should be more careful out there." He noted turning to look at you once he had finished his job.

"I'm sorry I was trying to get to Ah-yi. My ankle was the least of my worries at that moment." You defended yourself.

"I understand, but if something happened to you i-" (we.) "We don't know what we'd do."

You chuckled at the "we". You'd gotten used to his monster, you treated him like a friend and You never kissed hyun-soo while he wasn't in control.

You smiled and hugged the boy "I'll be more careful then. Promise." You assured. You felt him peck your cheek, then he leaned back, eyes closed and leaned in to kiss you.

You placed a finger over his lips "open your eyes." And he did. Just as you expected they were blue. You raised an eyebrow, and in a second your hyun-soo was back.

You pecked his lips and messed his hair a bit.

(Just once!) (Actually, shut up.)

[imagine--if]

══⋆✰* Dating Cha Hyun-Su Includes: *✰⋆══

A/N: In honour of the second season of Sweet Home, this was mandatoryyyy 😁 just started off with some relationship hcs first but feel free to send some imagine or other headcanon requests through my inbox for Sweet Home characters if you're into it! These headcanons cover season one and two. Enjoy reading 🖤

Warnings: Sweet Home series spoilers, mentions of violence

🩸• Starting from the beginning of this monstrous series of events, the most likely way you'll meet Hyun Su is at Green Home a bit before the monster outbreak and apocalypse comes along. All you'll see of the quiet, sullen young man is his weary, unfocused gaze that briefly trails up from the ground to glance up at you in acknowledgement as he bumps into you somehow while moving into his apartment in the complex. The only sign of his interest in you from first looks is his stare lingering for just a beat longer than he'd usually bother... and that's about it. Boy's too shy and broken and tired to feel like he's good enough to do much else, let alone have a shot at even being friends with someone like you, so he'll just admire you from afar every once in a while and leave you to live your life while he despises his.

🩸• HoWeVeRrR-

🩸• The apocalypse unleashes its hell before much else can happen, and before you know it, you two are out surviving in a ruined world riddled with horrifying monsters and mutations, hiding out inside Green Home as you form the group together with the rest and try to fight off the monsters inside the building along with it infecting and warping others into gruesome, inhumane figures.

🩸• This boy's absolutely damaged and drained from all he's been through before moving to Green Home, and so it takes a lot of energy for him to slowly, slowly break out of his shell and reach out to you in return. But he will. He just needs time and patience, and Hyun-Su will find himself making the tiniest amount of small talk when you're together with the rest of the surviving group in the apartment complex. Or, most likely, it'll be him giving you most of his food when you're eating by silently and gently pushing it over to you, no eye contact, no words.

🩸• Before you, he didn't have the slightest will or reason to live, and so the only idea he can think up while dragging himself around the wreck of Green Home along with the rest of the group of survivors is to follow you around and protect you. The way he wants to die is for you, shoving himself into the way of the monster or whatever else the danger is to take him instead. Hyun-Su's absolutely fine with that idea...

🩸• Until he starts falling in loveee- 😏🖤

🩸• Everyone gets used to the sight of this boy following around after you like a moon-eyed puppy, having a tall, slightly dropping shadow trailing behind your own whenever you go somewhere to find food or weapons or whatever you've been sent to find. From Season One, where Lee Eun-Hyuk tries forcing him to do everything and using his monster side as an advantage, if it involves steering clear of you or putting you in any danger, boy's had enough. Hyun-Su will defend himself in his own quiet but intense way, his dark glare bleeding into Eun-Hyuk's with a few mumbling words of a threat before he wanders off to find you again.

🩸• Hyun-Su does consider trying to completely leave you alone, since everyone's aware that he's dangerous with his monster brimming to the surface from inside of him and his other symptoms and dangerous instability being infected, but it feels like the worst form of torture. He's alone again, in a world grimmer than the last, and he has no idea what to do with himself except feel like crying and telling you everything about everything when you sit by him and ask him if he's doing alright.

🩸• I think that this guy would be mega touch-starved after living in isolation for so long after all the bullying and tragedies with his family, so having you as a comforting voice of reason and warmth is something he can't help but melt into after you've been unspoken friends during the apocalypse and doesn't have the fight left in him to reject you if you try to clean bloodstains and patch up his wounds after a nasty confrontation. After that, it's safe to say that out of the whole group of survivors together in Green Home, he'll always be naturally apprehensive and distrusting towards them all, but if it's you that's trying to point something out or is worried about something; let him go get his weapon, he's coming with you.

🩸• His general aim and instinct is to protect good people and be some source of help and comfort that's been so unfamiliar to him personally, but with you, instinct is boosted 10000000% because it's you. You're too good for this world, way too good for him, and if you die, he dies. This concept basically becomes something Hyun Su isn't even fully aware of until the point where you might almost die somehow being confronted by monsters with the others, which is where you'll witness himself having a full-on freak-out in his mind and using all his strength and darker, monstrous side to come out on top to save your life.

🩸• After the danger's gone and you're alone in a quiet room to recover and process what happened, that's all the time you need to make it official, hugging him tightly and thanking him, while Hyun-Su shakily pats your back in return before giving up and hugging you back equally as tightly, staying in a protected embrace as long as time will let you.

🩸• There's so much raw love and trust and protection in a relationship with Hyun-Su, it's unbelievable 😭 he's so clingy and sweet and ridiculously romantic in private with you until you point it out, which results in a blushing red sight and not being able to look you in the eye in bashfulness for about a straight hour before he gets over it. In public, it's still obvious that you're together, with smaller signs of affection and togetherness like holding hands, or doing that coupley thing where you whisper together in the back corners of rooms or give each other brief, subtle looks that say everything you need to understand what it means and where to run or go or something.

🩸• At first, he is a little reluctant to get too close to you because of that lingering fear of accidentally hurting you or his monster side popping out to ruin everything, but with some time and small steps, he'll eventually give up trying to be overly cautious and let him be wholly soothed by you, which was the biggest relief of all for him.

🩸• But just as you're getting properly closer and in touch with each other as romantic partners as well as best friends and survivors in this mess together, his monster alter ego personality will find it the perfect time to mess around with his head and find a way to overpower Hyun-Su, meeting you properly in the process.

🩸• Now, his monster side is a whole other story when it comes to personality, but if you think that means you'll be left alone or hated or something, think AgAiN, and then again, because no :)

🩸• Hyun-Su's monstrous side is darker, daring, dangerous, and with you, madly possessive and protective. I mean, he won't even try to hold himself back from taking things to extremes and spilling as much blood as necessary if he gets a weird vibe from someone around you, or if someone outrightly tries to attack you. Even if it's a monster like him, there's enough threat in thrashing them through a few solid walls and leaving some biting words behind before stalking off.

🩸• Monster Hyun-Su's a massive starer by the way, so those unnervingly blue eyes are going to be a sight you'll have to get used to, like literal inches away from your face when you wake up, studying you for wounds, or just studying you in general. There's something about you that's just so fascinating to him, and this side of him literally does not know what boundaries are, so he's all up in your face studying you in curiosity with a soft but dark smirk on his face, while you're just "😐"

🩸• Kind of gross but Monster Hyun-Su has the weirdest affection ever. Like, he enjoys feeding you when you're hungry, mostly questionably bloody-looking things until you get it in his head that you're not Hannibal Lecter and just want a breakfast bar or something 😭 and when this guy goes to hug you, it'll be ridiculously tight, sometimes his wing breaking out of its shell to wrap over you, which is kind of sweet. Until he goes to kiss you and it's not a kiss at all, it's more him living up to his monstrous reputation by licking at your skin like some kind of dog until you squeal and push him away, which he always finds hilarious. Meanwhile, normal Hyun-Su's mortified 😂

🩸• Normal Hyun-Su and Monstrous will most likely make an agreement between them to make sure you're kept alive and as unharmed as possible, protect you from any sort of danger, so if you thought you had a shadow following after you before the split between them, you've got a much more threatening one now, so it'd be very hard for much damage to come to you at all. And good luck if you want some time alone to wander and think by yourself, because if he doesn't straight-up follow you out with no buts like usual, he'll be watching you somewhere close at all times.

🩸• I feel like Hyun-Su's monstrous side would find it funny to make you jump, like falling down out of nowhere from a building or something right in front of you when you thought you were alone or something stupid like that. You'll give him an annoyed glare of protest, and he'll just smirk smugly and teasingly with a fake-innocent shrug of "something wrong?"

🩸• To sum up the whole. predicament you've gotten yourself into here, falling in love with Hyun-Su would pretty much protect you from ninety per cent of the apocalyptic mess of the world while being showered with all the lost love and affection and longing he thought were dead along with all the rest of his hopes and energy from the beginning. And then to keep you on your toes, you've got the monstrosity inside of his head coming out at random moments to obsess over you before Hyun-Su can come back to reality again. But whoever's at the surface, and wherever you two are, he'll always, always be there watching you and with you, one way or another.

[1liv]

[smuttykdrama]

I AM SO SINFUL Y'ALL.

ok so I was rewatching the scene where Hyunsu is held captive from season 2, and I'm like...??????????? I HAVE AN IDEA

filth beneath the cut yall. You have been warned, I am wild.

So what if y/n was a scientist sent to do some tests on Hyunsu? And she's like WOAH this test subject is hot...I sort of want to test other things on him...??? Like mean, mad scientist girl gets obsessed with half human Cha Hyunsu and pretend he escapes sooner like bc y/n says she'll get him out of there if he passes all her tests...🤭 and the tests are like can monsters still ejaculate? Can he keep going bc of his healing ability? 💀 Wait what if he's totally chained up and she just uses him for whatever? Lets not forget how hes totally naked and looks GORGEOUS even covered in blood. DAT ASS TOO!!! HOW GOOD IS HIS MONSTER IN BED????? Is he able to fuck her with that wing- too far? Ok. 😩😩😩😩 And how Hyunsu secretly is attracted to y/n too, and actually wants to be used? Like he hasn't had a good fuck in ages cuz I mean 💀 he's been having a lot of other problems like being a monster etc and is like hell yeah I'm shameless but whatever imma yeet tf outta here.

I am so sorry. I am a messed up person. I wanna write a Hyunsu x Scientist!Reader where this happens and then they actually escape...and then have a little quiet peaceful life together (apart from nights they gon be wild).🤣

[littlekohai77]

Despite it all

🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶🅂: reader needs therapy asap, talking about past trauma, heavy mention of colorism and also body dysmorphia, reader beating herself up over things and cursing herself out.

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"Hey... Have you heard that... Hair holds memories? "

"Does it? " he asks after taking another lick of his ice cream. Which made you lick your lips, even though you've just finished yours.

The action made his attention shift from your eyes to your lips, observing how pretty they looked in the sun. How the gloss shined in the light. So.. So pretty.

"I don't know really. It's more just something I heard going around. " you shrugged, not quite sure of the information yourself.

"Well.. I guess time will tell. " he stared off into the distance, feeling his cheeks heating up, watching the clouds float from his position on the rooftop's rails.

And you watched him. Half in admiration and half is adoration. As the twilight sun reflected off of him and gave him this sort of ethereal glow.

Which was getting too much for your heart, so you averted your gaze, muttering, "you know that's pretty dangerous right? "

"What is? " he looked back at you.

"Sitting on the edge like that."

"But I've got my hand on it. "

"What if I push you? "

"You wouldn't. "

"Okay but what if I did? "

"Ehhhh! You're too short to even reach the railing!"

And that playful sneer made you almost want to push him. So you did. Scaring him by laying your palms flat on his back. He stiffened up and sucked in a breath at your touch, which you didn't think much of.

"You wanna say that again? "

"Do it. No balls. " he laughed out, his voice slightly wavering, hyper aware of your hands, your touch.

"Don't tempt me Hyun-su. " you smirk, running your hands down his back, making him slightly arch away from you as a slight tingle runs down his back.

Shifting your plans, you slide your hands to his sides, hearing, Feeling his breath rattle slightly. His grip of the railing tightened, knuckles turning white, ice cream long forgotten.

You begin your slight tickle attack. Nothing too aggressive. Staying cautious to grab onto him if he were to lean too forward.

But before you could get awarded with laughter. His weight begins to shift and he progressively starts to lean on you.

"Heheh! " echoed his snicker of mischief.

And with his behemoth of a body, it's clearly too heavy for you.

So instinctively you move away.

Which installs panic in him cause now he's leaned too far backwards to sit up without gaining enough momentum to fly off the edge.

"Oi! Come back! Wha-"

But maybe a mild concussion is better than death. So he closes his eyes.

What surprises him as he falls back though is the touch of soft hands, cradling his head as it collides with concrete.

And a painful sting at the back of his lowers thighs and the inside of his knee.

And as he looks up, expecting his ice cream to fall off the cone and onto his face.

What greets him is the underside of your face... And your mouth completely wrapped around his cone.

He blinks twice.

He didn't know you could open your mouth that wide.

But he didn't have enough time to admire the line of your jaw and your soft hands cradling his head with so much care, it made him feel like he was floating.

"Huuhsuugh-! " you garbled, irritated, signaling him to take it the fuck out of your mouth or else you'd start choking.

"Ehhh... Ahhh... Uhm... " he mutters, a bit dazed.

"HUUHSUUGH!! " you basically screamed and pulled on his hair, signalling him to hurry the fuck up as your head began to hurt from the brain freeze.

"OUCH-! ALRIGHT-AH! DAMNIT OKAY-! JUST BITE IT OFF!!"

"WHUUH DUU UU MEEEHN?? " you garbled back as if that was rocket science.

Which it was because ain't no way you were gonna bite into that, your teeth would kill you.

"I DON'T KNOW JUST BITE IT DUDE-!"

"HUUHSUUUUUUUGH!!! "

"WAIT NO PLEASE DON'T LET GO OF MY HEAD NOOOO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-! ” he screams as he feels your grip on his hair loosening.

"AHHHHHH-! LET GO LET GO LET GO!!! " he screams again as you tug his body by his hair, towards the floor. A part of him wonders, will this be the way you punish him when he makes you mad?

"MEH UH YU MINHHH!!! ” you garbled back, frustrated, your head and arms hurting.

Pulling on his hair, you lowered him carefully to the floor and then let go, grabbing the cone from his hands just as you fell back and landed on you bum, legs splayed out.

Both of you pant restlessly, restless hearts calming down. You after pulling the now saliva coated ice cream cone out of your mouth, and him as he rubs the back of his head.

"You okay? " you ask, making him arch his back and raise his chin so that he can look at you laying down.

"Think I-............ "

"What?... "

"Uhmm.. " he felt that he should probably look away, but before he could-

you came to realize, you were wearing a skirt.......

Blood rushed to your face, painting your head and neck a dusty pink.

You'd probably never been as fast in your life before as you were now, shutting your legs at the speed of light, without thinking...

Which caused his head to get kicked from both sides by your shoes-

Kicking up dust-

Which ended up in his eyes-

"AUGHHGHH-! MY EYES-! "

"SORRY! "

You yelled, rushing towards the water tank nearby, yeeting the ice cream in your hurry.

You rushed back with water cupped in your hands, which you splashed at his eyes, which only made him cry louder. Cause of course it was nowhere enough water.

"Is not helping! "

He whined, rubbing his eyes and trying to open them.

You ran back and this time, he didn't know what hit him.

Cause suddenly he was getting waterboarded.

Ahhh... You'd grabbed the hose...

He was now soaked from head to toe and unable to breath... But at least his eyes felt better.

Turning away from the hose, he shouted.

"TURN IT OFF. "

The next time he looked back, you were basically on the verge of tears. Your nose red and sniffling with tears lining your beautiful lashes. Tears that he wanted to kiss away.

"m sorry... "

You whimpered with a sniffle. Cause you'd just ruined your first date. With the guy who you'd been yearning for your entire freshmen and sophomore year. Great, you just wanna jump off now.

Why did you have to suggest coming to the roof?

"Hey... Shhh... It's okay!" You sniffle again as he hugs you cause you feel like you don't deserve it, you'd just ruined his clothes, his hair, his food heck-THE ENTIRE DAY!!!

"Heyyy! No! Don't cry! Look I'm fine! In fact, you saved me! " he tried to cheer you up, spreading his arms wide as if to show you that he was fine.

But that only drew your eyes to the stain of chocolate on his shirt, making you realize that you dropped it before you hosed him down. And now it was also on yours.

Which made you break into a sob. Rubbing at your eyes harshly as you muttered sorrys under your breath.

He returned to holding you. Running his hand up and down your back and burying your face in his chest. Reassuring you that everything was fine.

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Inside, he'd just returned from the shower, now adorned in your father's spare clothes, smiling at the cocoon of blankets that contained you.

"Comfy? " he smiled, lifting the edge to peek inside at you.

You shyly nodded before hiding your face and tugging the edge down again, making him chuckle.

"Well? Aren't you gonna wish me goodbye? "

"You're leaving? " he can now see your tiny head peeking out of your cocoon.

"You want me to stay? " he smirked teasing, rubbing his hair vigorously with the towel in an attempt to quickly dry it off.

"No.. It's just... Today was-"

"Today was the best first date I'd ever had. "

The way he said 'date' kind of did something to you. Your head spinning, heart dancing.

"You don't mean that. "

"Oh but I doo~ I'd already gotten a free trail of what it would be like to make you happy, how you look mad and how you look sad- like I'd just watched a movie trailer and I think it's great-"

"Now you're just making shit up to make me feel better. " you said in a dead voice, burying your face in the pillow. Embarrassed but feeling miles better after his reassurance.

"Okay.... BUT ANYWAY you're not allowed to cancel on me. You're coming to the second date! "

But when you didn't respond in time, he tried to reassure you, "but of course, if you don't want to, it's alright! Completely okay-”

"I'll be there. " your whispered voice interrupted.

".. Thanks. " he smiled before tackling and suffocating you with affection. (He hugged you once, briefly )

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Those are some of the many fond memories that you had of Hyun-su. Stuff that you clung onto despite your best attempts to cut them off.

Just like how you had cut your hair impulsively after your break up.

You had tried... So hard to forget him.

So hard to erase every piece of him remaining in your life. Every gift, thrown out. Every picture, deleted, every letter, burned.

It just hurt so much that you couldn't even bear to think about him. Couldn't handle the betrayal.

You'd had a few relationships after him, thinking that'd help you forget him.

Even Eun-yu had tried to set you up with so many guys. To somehow get your mind off of him.

But it... Just never worked. You could never bring yourself to trust anyone with your heart anymore. Not when the first person you learned to trust broke it in a heartbeat.

The pain got dull over time, but by then you'd just given up on dating.

By then, you'd almost found his actions to be reasonable. As your impression of yourself got progressively worse with every person you dated.

You thought that.. You two were friends for two years and dated an entire year and a half... With absolutely no action. No kissing... Just hugs and holding hands and all that sappy shit that you absolutely adored.

Maybe he was just impatient. Maybe he was the kind of asshole who just wanted to get his dick wet.

Or maybe, he didn't initiate anything... Cause he found you disgusting. Maybe you just weren't pretty enough to make him want to do those things...

Eun-yu would probably have smacked you with a shoe if she heard what you were thinking.

But that didn't stop the thoughts.

The little voices in your head, the voices from the memories of your classmates whispering about you. Saying that you were dirty.. That you were darker than black...

That one memory... Of that one time when playing in middle school, a friend.. Someone who used to be your friend, recoiled at your touch, gagging, acting as if your flesh was rotten or something.

And it frustrates you. The fact that something so far back still affects you. So much so that you can't even look at yourself comfortably in the mirror. That you can't take pictures of yourself. That you can't look at yourself and say at least one good thing about your appearance.

And it makes you ashamed and drives you crazy cause it's a memory so far back and faded AND YET those words, those actions come to haunt you back everytime you muster up the courage to dress up.

Which has made you stop caring about the way you dress, wearing baggy and oversized clothes just so people wouldn't look at you and judge you for not being skinny or pretty enough.

Right now, you're wearing that one baggy shirt that he was wearing that night on your first date. One thing that you forgot to throw away and now can't bring yourself to because apparently some part of you still misses and loves him and is still in denial that he cheated on you. Some delusional half of you that wants to believe that he had a reason, the part that also blames you. And it makes you sick with yourself. That you'd be this desperate. This pathetically affected by just some run of the mil pretty boy.

SO MUCH SO that you're currently sitting beside that exact same pretty boy. Talking to him as if the entire relationship and heart break never fucking happened.

Cause you know what happened to him after and heard from many people of what he'd gone through and though you hate him, you can't bring yourself to just watch as he's all alone. Having gotten bullied so badly that he'd ostracized himself from society. His family dying just a few days ago, leaving him to be all alone with no one to rely on. The apocalypse starting not long after and then getting taken advantage of because he's somehow good at mental gymnastics and is able to hold on to his humanity.

You're mildly impressed and very much pity him for his situation (and also because you still adore him and his sad face just makes your heart churn).

God you're so pathetic.

Your obsession with him is borderline unhealthy.

"What're you thinking? "

"Huh? "

"It's just.. You suddenly went completely still and... Seemed to be deep in thought."

Oh right, you were listening to him blabber on about Maria from the sky.

"It's nothing, keeping going. " that was your new dismissal technique.

He paused for a second, staring at you intently and you hoped that nothing was written on your face like it used to be when the matter included him.

You're a bit curious about what he must be thinking right now. About the fact that you still accompany him despite what he did. Even though you probably wouldn't be able to bear it.

Oh well, as long as you die before he voices them, you'll be fine.

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[myrozendream]

[dyaz-stories]

put your arms around me and i'm home || Cha Hyun-Su x Reader

summary: In the dead of winter, you have to do a run to go get fuel for your generator. Things go wrong, but fortunately, Hyun-Su is here to save you.

word count: 3.7k

warnings & tags: canon-typical violence, gore, monsters, hyun-su and reader get injured, reader briefly thinks hyun-su is dead, monster!hyun-su makes a brief appearance, hyun-su needs a hug and he gets one!, angst, hurt/comfort, season 2 canon compliant.

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A/N: this can be read on its own, but there is another one-shot, if you're interested! for context, this takes place during season 2. reader and hyun-su know each other from high school and reader runs into hyun-su after the events of the first three episodes. reader also doesn't know that he is a monster/neohuman.

You’re not one to get caught off guard, not usually. You’ve always been cautious, measured, far-sighted. It had been an advantage back in high school, and you’re pretty sure it’s what kept you alive thus far.

Yet, in this new world that you never asked to be a part of, unforeseen complications were the norm. You could plan, and plan, and plan ahead, but here you were, freezing in your living room, because the biting cold of the lasting winter meant that you’d run out of fuel for your small generator, and everything else you used to generate electricity wasn’t functioning the way it should.

If you didn’t want to freeze to death, you had to act, and act quick.

You’d already held out a few more days than was reasonable, hoping that the weather would clear and your solar panels would be useful again, or — but you hadn’t dared to voice that thought — that Hyun-Su would come by, and you could ask for his help. He’d offered before, after all, even if he had always kept you at arm’s length whenever you’d returned the favor.

But things were dire now, and you couldn’t wait any longer, so you’re kneeling in your living-room, preparing yourself for a hazardous trip in the outside, shivering as you do. Things are dangerous enough on a good day, but the snow that’s been continuously falling only makes you dread it more. It swallows sounds, means you’ll leave tracks behind you, and you’ll consume twice as much energy just to move around.

The last thing you pack is a map, which you make sure to keep available, though you hope you won’t need it in between breaks.

You’re heading for a four-stories parking lot, where you hope you’ll find fuel in one of the cars, but that’s not the dangerous part. What’s risky is that monsters love these kinds of places, with all their nooks and crannies, all the dark places to hide, and fear already has your heart beating twice as fast as usual before you’ve even opened your door.

Still, you take a steadying breath, haul the backpack over on your shoulders, and exit the house without making a sound.

Everything is quiet outside. Snow is falling gently, and the sight would be heart-warming, if it wasn’t for all the overturned cars, the gaping hole torn into the building opposite from yours by one of those missiles a few months ago, and the worrying fresh footprints going towards the river. The snow also covers the decomposing bodies, and you can only hope that you don’t accidentally step on one as you start walking.

At least it fills your tracks behind you. By the time you’ve reached the other side of the street, which was one once an impossible task due to how bad traffic you used to be, nothing leads back to your door, and you leave with, at least, the reassurance that home will still be here waiting for you when you come back.

If you come back.

There’s comfort in knowing that you’d planned well, this time, to get to the parking lot. You get to your destination with only expected complications. You spot the monsters before they spot you. You have to reroute twice, but that had been accounted for, and you don’t even have to pull out your map. You reach the building right before noon, and after surveying it for a few minutes, you let yourself in before you can chicken out.

In the dark, you make your way to the first floor, where you will be able to have the greyish light of the day, instead of having to use precious batteries for your flashlight.

It’s not long before you’ve picked out the car, a familial minivan with an untouched baby seat in the back. You try not to think about the people it belonged to as you kneel by the side and prepare to siphon the tank. You make quick work of preparing it, with the tanks and hoses you’d brought for that purpose.

Maybe it’s your confidence that’s to blame for what happens next, or maybe it’s another one of these unforeseeable accidents. Either way, you catch movement from the corner of your eye and you jerk your head back as a reflex, but you’re not fast enough and unnaturally long claws dig into your cheek.

You manage not to scream despite the pain, scramble back and away from the van. There, standing on the roof, is a creature. Though it stands on two legs, there is nothing human about it anymore. The side of its face are sagging and drooping like it’s centuries old, covering where you assume its shoulders would be. It brings its claws to its lips, and your realize with horror that your blood is dripping from them.

Bleeding, in this world, might as well be a death sentence. You don’t bother wasting energy in stopping the tears from spilling from your eyes.

“Younnnnng,” the monster screeches. “Give— meeeeee…”

It at least snaps you out of the stupor, and you grab your bat, unwilling to go down without a fight.

But it’s not much of a fight, not when the scent and the noise are waking up all the other creatures hibernating around here.

You swing wildly as the thing, and manage to send it tumbling back. It’s only a short respite though, considering pain is only ever short lived for them, while blood is dripping down your chin and onto the concrete.

You throw your backpack on your shoulders with trembling hands and grab the first cannister that you’ve filled, abandoning the rest behind to start sprinting towards the exit.

You already know you won’t make it. You know you’ll have to run through the pitch dark ground floor, which is no doubt filled with more of those nightmares, and that the chances you’ll make it out on the other side are slim to none.

But you owe it to yourself fight until the very end.

As it stands, you don’t even make it to the downward slope that leads there. There’s the sound of something charging towards you, and then the— the head, it has to be, of a bull-like thing catches you in the ribs, and sends you flying into a car. Your breath is instantly knocked out of you, your vision goes blurry, your head starts reeling. You’re aware of the thing crashing into a concrete pillar. It at least stays there, struggling to pull itself out, but that’s barely any relief, because soon enough the first creature is calling out to you again, stretching out a skeletal arm towards you.

“Younnnnnng… Give meeeee…”

It kicks you in the ribs, and you roll onto your back, only to be met with the horrifying sight of its arm in the air, claws out and ready, preparing to cut your throat open.

You refuse to close your eyes.

And then, just as you think everything lost, someone steps in between you and the monster, blocking its arm with your very own baseball bat. You stare blankly at the large back, the unkept black hair, as the man forces it to step back and kicks it in the chest.

Then Hyun-Su turns around, and holds his hand out towards you.

He looks nothing like what you’re used to. He’s usually so lost, so hesitant, when he comes to you. Now he’s focused, purposeful, and in many ways, he reminds you of the boy you once knew, the captain of the football team who would without fail lead his team to victory.

“Let’s go,” he urges you, and when you weakly take his hand, he pulls you to your feet effortlessly.

You wheeze as the two of you run to hide behind a car. You press your free hand against your ribs, hoping to lessen the pain — it doesn’t work, of course.

“It’s going to find me,” you mumble to Hyun-Su as he keeps an eye on the thing. “It can— It can smell my blood.”

Hyun-Su’s head snaps towards you, and his expression darkens at the sight of the wound on your cheek. He lifts his hand halfway, as if to touch it, then lets it fall down again.

“You should—” Your voice breaks. “You should go. If it can find me… It’s not the only one.”

A strange expression that you can’t quite decipher passes on his face, before he shakes his head firmly.

“I’m not leaving you here.”

The relief you feel when he says those words is immediately overshadowed by embarrassment. You shouldn’t be happy. He needs to go, or he will die here with you, and what would the point be in that?

“What— What are you even doing here? How—”

You don’t know if he doesn’t answer on purpose, or if he hears a sound that takes his attention away from you.

“Can you run?” he asks you, glancing over the car.

Your body’s going to hurt like hell when the adrenaline wears out, but for now you give him a decided nod.

“Do you trust me?”

You should probably take your time to answer him, actually think about the question.

“Yes,” you answer instead, like it’s a reflex.

He exhales quietly, squeezes your hand in his.

“Then run.”

Then he’s pulling with him, running at full speed towards the open wall of the parking lot. Fear spikes through you. Even though you’re only on the first floor, it’s still too high to land comfortably. That fear is completely erased by the sight that greets you, briefly, of monsters stumbling and climbing all over each other to make their way up from the ground floor. There is a whole swarm of them teeming here already, and you can’t think of any other way to make it out alive — frankly, you have a hard time believing that this will work. But you cling to your faith in Hyun-Su like your life depends on it, because it does, and when he yells for you to jump, you do it without question.

While you’re flailing in the air, you feel him pulling you towards him. Strong arms wrap around you, and keep you caged and safe. You hit the ground brutally, rolling on the floor until you land on top of him.

“Fuck,” you mumble, painfully pushing you onto your elbows. “Hyun-Su, are— are you okay?”

The obvious answer to the question is ‘no’, and yet Hyun-Su doesn’t look worse for wear as he sits up, his eyes instead going over your body to make sure you weren’t too badly injured.

If you shiver when his hands run up and down your arms, it isn’t because of the cold.

“Let’s move,” he says, letting go of you all too quickly.

But, by the time you’re both on your feet, monsters attracted by the smell of your blood have started falling from the parking lot. The two of you sprint, but you’re no match for them and you know it. You regain the tiniest hope when you make it past a corner, thinking that maybe, just maybe, the snow will swallow your smell if you hide well enough — and then something wraps around your ankle.

In a second, you’re torn out of Hyun-Su’s grasp, and when you manage to roll onto your back to see who your assailant is, all you can do is let out an inhumane scream.

This particular monster has eight legs, like a spider, and its somewhat human torso  and head is completed by two long mandibles instead of a jaw. You manage to grab a knife from your pocket, but by the time you can cut its— web, you suppose, it’s charging towards you at full speed, and it’s close, too close for you to even get on your feet before—

When it attacks you, the first thing you see is what you first identify as a black wing, before you realize that it’s made out of a complex mix of flesh, bone and other materials that you can’t quite recognize, instead of feathers.

The wing pushes the creature back, and then Hyun-Su’s back is in front of you once more.

It’s his, you realize, brain awfully slow all of sudden. The wing. It’s attached to his shoulder, and all you can do is stare in confusion and horror. It flutters as he turns around to look at you.

You’re not fully in control when you scramble back, whole body shaking — because of the second near-death experience in ten minutes or because you’re terrified, you don’t know. What you do know is how hurt he looks, and how he turns his head the other way to face the monsters that are still coming after the two of you.

“You should run,” he says, low enough that you could miss it. He sounds hollow again. “Don’t turn around.”

You shake your head quietly, try to form some words. They all fail you. You don’t— you have no clue what’s happening. All that you know is that Hyun-Su is a monster and that he’s just used that to save your life.

The wave of monsters reach him just a few seconds later, before you’ve managed to decide anything. He pushes them back with practiced ease, one by one. You hate that you’re just sitting here, unable to move, as he fights for your life, yet your body just refuses to answer to you, even if you’re begging it to react.

Soon, the spider is the last one standing — or rather, the last one who hasn’t yet decided that you’d make a fairly meager lunch, considering how hard it is to get to you. It keeps attacking, and Hyun-Su keeps pushing it back, again, and again, until the creature manages to ensnare him in its web. Hyun-Su writhes, manages to pull his wing free, but it’s clear that he’s now at a disadvantage, and the mandibles click threateningly as the monster gets closer and closer to him.

Finally, your body agrees to react.

You run.

You don’t go very far though. You find the cannister you’d dropped and then you’re rushing back to throw the gasoline at the creature, half emptying it. The monster wasn’t paying attention to you, too busy trying to bite Hyun-Su’s head off, but its head snaps towards you when the liquid reaches it. It lets out a threatening hiss, which you ignore.

Instead, you find the lighter in your pocket.

Aim.

And throw.

The screams start right away, but it drops Hyun-Su, at least, as it tries to escape the fire.

For a second, you think you’ve made it — you’ve both made it, that is. Hyun-Su pulls himself to his feet. The wing flutters again, slowly starts to retreat back into his body to go back to a human arm.

He looks at you, expression unreadable.

And then one of the spider’s limb pierces through his chest. It’s not even calculated this time — just a movement it’s making as it tries to free itself from the flames that are consuming it.

You hear yourself scream. You don’t remember asking your body to move, this time, but you know that a second later you’re reaching Hyun-Su as he falls to his knees, and your arms are around him while you cradle him, pulling his head into your lap. Tears fall down your cheeks and onto his, as one of your hands tries, and fails, to apply pressure to the gaping wound, even if you know there is no point.

“No,” you beg. “No, no, no, no… Please, please, someone, please…”

You don’t know how many times you say it, how long you stay there. Snow starts to cover both his body and yours, and you realize you have a decision to make, if you don’t want to freeze to death. You just can’t bring yourself to do it.

Until Hyun-Su’s lifeless body arches in your arms with a gasp.

When his eyes open, they’re a clear, cold, uncanny blue.

You don’t dare to do anything then — not to let go of him, not to move away, not to break eye contact. It makes no sense, but you’re afraid that the slightest movement would have him gone again.

Slowly, his lips curve into a smirk, an expression you’ve never seen on him before. You’ve seen him smile, bright and sincere, and more recently, soft and subdued. But this amused, flirtatious smirk, that is completely new.

“You’re still here,” he comments, casually getting up, like nothing happen, like he can’t feel pain, like there isn’t a hole in his chest.

Even his voice is different. There’s a drawl to it, light and lazy, like he has all the time in the world.

“Hyun-Su?” you say, unsure of what’s happening. He was dead a minute ago. Then again, now that he’s breathing again, your brain is able to form the thought that he is a monster. An abnormal one, sure, and you don’t know enough to draw any conclusion, but it could be an explanation.

The smirk widens.

“Close enough,” he answers. “Are you scared?”

You’re not sure. You think you’re too emotionally exhausted to be scared.

“Should I be?” you ask. Maybe you shouldn’t trust this version of him to tell you the truth, and yet— All your senses are telling you that this is still Hyun-Su. And you don’t think he’d do anything to hurt you. Ever.

“It would break him if you got hurt,” not-Hyun-Su says, tilting his head. He lifts his index finger to tilt your head up. “I don’t want him broken.”

“Is he—” You interrupt yourself, unsure of what even is happening right now. But before you can start asking for answers, there is something you need to know. “Is Hyun-Su okay right now?”

He scoffs.

“He’s taking a break,” he replies. “He’s worked hard.” A beat while he seems to think about it. “Also, he thinks you hate him now.”

“I could never hate him,” you say, too easily, because it’s just the truth.

“Well, he is a monster,” not-Hyun-Su says with a shrug. He doesn’t seem to mean it as an insult, just stating a fact. You suppose he’s not wrong, and yet…

“The people I loved all turned into monsters,” you whisper quietly. Your mother, before you even made it home. Your best friend, who begged for death so she wouldn’t hurt others. Your father, who disappeared to protect you. You miss them all so much it sometimes feel like your heart’s been ripped out of your chest, and you’d give anything to have them back. So, if there is any way that you can still have Hyun-Su… “As long— as long as he’s not trying to kill me, does it really matter?”

The man watches you with interest, tilting his head to the side. It’s interesting. You haven’t been hurt by this world the way others have. Monsters caused death and destruction, but you watched half-monsters doing their very best to avoid hurting others, not unlike what Hyun-Su is doing right now.

The monster in him wonders what it would take, to destroy that ill-placed trust in others around you. The rest of him… is far too intrigued to give in. He grabs your chin between his thumb and his index finger, pulls your face closer to his.

“Doesn’t it?” he echoes your words. “What if I do hurt you?”

You swallow, call back the images of Hyun-Su easily taking out these monsters earlier. But you can’t forget that he’d been doing it to protect you.

“Y–You won’t,” you reply, even if your stutter betrays your lack of confidence.

It’s a leap of faith, but it seems to amuse him.

“For now,” he says, before his eyes roll into his head and Hyun-Su collapses in your arms.

You stumble back, barely manage to keep him up, before he seems to regain some control over his limbs and starts coughing. Even then, you don’t let go of him. You wrap both of your arms around him, head resting against his shoulder, and keep him there, against you.

Hyun-Su remains still for a while, breathing pained and ragged. The snow is still falling, but his body is warm.

“Are you okay?” he whispers with a hoarse voice.

“I am,” you answer. “Thanks to you.”

He lets out a pained sigh.

“Did he— Did he hurt you?”

You shake your head, barely moving away so you can look at him. He doesn’t look at you, keeps his eyes — black again, you note — fixedly in the other direction.

Like he can’t bear to know which emotion is on your face right now.

“I’m so happy you’re alive,” you say quietly. “I thought— I thought I’d lost you forever.”

Silence.

“Don’t leave me,” you beg, voice so low and broken you don’t think he’d hear if he wasn’t inches from you.

Hyun-Su’s body starts shaking against yours. Finally, finally, he wraps an arm around your waist, burying his head in your neck, and wet tears roll down your collarbone. In the freezing cold weather, they feel burning hot.

“Don’t hate me,” he begs in response, crying in your arms, fingers digging to the fabric of your clothes in a desperate attempt to keep you there, against him — even if there is no need for that right now.

You wish you could tell him that he just saved your life, that he’s been a guiding light in your cold, dark life this past few months, that you love him more than words can say. But that would take too long, and the situation calls for something shorter, more direct, and just as meaningful.

“You’re the only good thing about this world,” you say instead, and he sucks in a sharp breath.

Under the snow, for long minutes, Hyun-Su holds you like he never wants to let go.

When the two of you eventually detach from each other, he keeps your hand in his the whole walk home.

i hope you liked this installment! i'm probably going to write something much softer next, still for this couple (but it's hyun-su so it's still going to be angsty). if you're enjoying this, please let me know your thoughts, reblog or send in an ask. hearing from readers is so motivating and makes me want to keep writing!

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