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˗ˏˋ Jealous! Lovesick! Jinwoo x Fem! Reader ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ ˎˊ˗

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・┆✦ Entry : 042 ✦ ┆・

╰┈➤ ❝ [ You really wanna do this?] ¡! ❞

Hunting had always been a dangerous job, but in your eyes? it's better than an average 9-5 job. You were never really the type to be locked in a simple place. You loved getting into gates just because they inspire you for your next creative projects— Minus the fact hat you have to help transport heavy mana crystals.

Better than nothing, it pays a lot and you get to spoil yourself with things you could only dream of as a child.

As the day comes into a close, your boss hands you your pay for the day and sends you off.

With the heavy envelope in your hands, you cheer happily and rush home where you can shower and dress properly

Despite the fact you're a weak hunter, you still can't help but dress prettily. You were sweating like a pig earlier, and now that you're clean and fresh you're wearing a frilly dress and a cardigan over your shoulders.

After making sure you're looking okay, it's off to the outside world you go.

Your childhood teddy bear made a comeback and you decided you wanted to buy the new big size for it.

The streets of seoul were so alive and crowded, but thankfully the air was extremely refreshing.

When the store finally came into view, you immediately jumped in excitement and dashed inside to where the shelf of the teddy bear was.

The yellow bear was given bigger sizes, and the one you picked is almost as big as your upper torso.

Are you complaining? No of course not! The reason why you worked so hard today is because you wanted this bear specifically.

After fangirling for a bit, you clear your throat and make your way to the cashier where the lady smiles at you politely and scanned the code.

Before you can even reach for your wallet to pay— A hand behind you shot up and offered the cashier a black card.

"I'll pay for the bear," The familiar, handsome voice says. "Please."

"Jinwoo!" You squeak, turning your head to see Jinwoo's familiar face who just threw you a charming smile.

"I told you that if you wanted something, just text me." Jinwoo says, ignoring the cashier who was clearly trembling and out of her wits as Jinwoo tapped his card on the scanner. "Is that so hard to obey, hm?"

"...How did you even find me" You pout.

"You wont shut up about the doll last night and I just so happen to know there's a plushie store nearby your apartment." Jinwoo ruffles your head, just as he always did ever since you two were little. "Come on, quit being a pouty little thing and walk with me"

Jinwoo takes your heavy plushie in his arm, taking your wrist with the other and guided you out of the store.

"H-hey, where are we even going?" You whine, but ultimately just gave in and followed behind Jinwoo.

The two of you walked for a while and eventually reached a relatively peaceful park.

Jinwoo starts chatting you up, asking about your day and how work went. And in turn, he told you about how boring his day is.

Yeah, must be nice to be a powerful hunter now, huh? Everything is relatively nboring for Jinwoo now because it's just so easy now.

"Stay here, I'll get us something to drink." Jinwoo says, handing the plushie to you.

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Jinwoo went to a nearby cornerstore, slightly humming to himself as he starts picking up a few snacks and drinks.

His mind was stuck on you, he is supposed to be doing something productive for today. But after Jinho heard that he was craving to visit you, the boy's face beamed immediately and pushed Jinwoo out of the ahjin guild— Practically kicking out of the building he owns himself and be off.

What was going on in Jinho's head at the time? He can never really know.

But he is thankful anyway, he had always been quite fond of you. Jinwoo has long since had a crush on you, but never once tried to court you. You two grew up together after all.

You probably think of him as your older brother figure.

While him?

Oh Darling,...

When he's with you, the grey skies would turn blue and brilliant. The air would feel even more fresh and lovely. Everything around you would suddenly be seen through rose-colored lenses.

Just as long as you were there, everything was beautiful.

He wanted to give you the world, he wanted to protect you, only him.

You were Jinwoo's salvation.

So long as you are there for him, he'll always come out as the strongest.

Everything is much bearable as long as he knows he would come back to earth greeted by your lovely smile and affections.

Jinwoo wanted nothing more than to protect your precious smile, make sure that tears won't ever threaten to touch that lovely and pretty smile of yours.

What is it that you want? Just tell him and it shall be yours.

Why would you be denied of your own happiness anyway? As long as he is there, you'll never be unhappy. You wont ever be sad.

He will make sure of that.

"..."

Jinwoo pauses in his tracks towards you, his grey eyes turning lilac immediately as he sees you chatting up another man.

He saw that person before in the eyes of his soldiers whom he placed in you. He was one of your colleagues who is acting a little too close with you sometimes.

That bastard is always hovering around you and was icking Jinwoo as of late.

And to dare even appear now when he is having his alone time with you?

Jinwoo's gaze hardened even more when the bastard tried reaching his hand up towards your face.

"Hey," Jinwoo's voice interrupts, immediately startling both you and the man into stopping what he was doing.

He fakes a polite smile, approaching with confident strides, "Ah, a coworker?"

"Mhm, he was passing by and decdied to greet me!" You cheer happily, failing to notice the ever slightly flicker of lilac in Jinwoo's grey eyes.

"Is that so?" Jinwoo hums, giving you the snacks and drink he bought you before reaching his hand up to offer it to the man. "I'm Jinwoo, her friend."

"J-Jinwoo?" The man paled as he shakily accepted his offerm and winced lightly when he felt Jinwoo's tight grip. "U-uhm..."

It was only a small squeeze, really, not enough to break his finger. No, not just yet.

Jinwoo's grey eyes would flicker into a different color, not that you can see so he isn't too worried. He was directly gazing at the man, his stare direct and straightforward.

It was a silent statement to back off.

A silent exchange between men, really.

That should be enough, right?

Jinwoo lets go of his hand and the bastard excuses himself, saying he needs to help his mom back home.

"You were smiling at him," Jinwoo says once the person was far away, his grey eyes coming back as it gazes upon your shorter stature beside him.

"Should I be grumpy then?"

"Pfft," He rolls his eyes, tapping on your nose lightly. "And what if I wanted you to?"

"Hahah, knock it off!" You lightly smack his hand away, making Jinwoo just shake his head in return.

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Jinwoo thought he already warned the bastard enough, wasn't that handshake enough?

he was just checking in on you really, when his shadows picked up the distant conversation of your coworkers saying that the same man should just start making a move on you.

He hasn't been hiding that foolish lovestruck look on his face after all.

Why waste any more time.

"Hahah..." The bastard sheepishly chuckles, scratching his cheek. "I'll ask her out in a bit"

A pit in Jinwoo's stomach dropped, and it wasn't a pleasant one. He was never the jealous type of person anymore after all. After becoming the shadow monarch and getting whatever he desired back then, he stopped yearning for unnecessary thing in exception for you whom he has been pining for forever.

Unlike his little jealousy back then, right now it's as blazing as the fires of hell. He was mad.

It's an unpleasant thing he is feeling.

That man? Really?

What can he do for you?

Fuck around and all?

He doesn't even look like he is willing to move mountains for you.

And if a monster suddenly appears what then? Will that vastard throw himself head first to guarantee your safety?

Can he ever even spoil you?

Will he stay loyal and never break your heart?

Will he never dare to look at another woman once he's yours?

Will he ever make sure you never cry?

It's making Jinwoo's head spin.

And before the bastard can even get your attention— He disappeared.

"..." Jinwoo's eyes would turn purple again, tapping his finger on his throne's arm as the man appeared before he completely startled.

"Wasn't my warning enough?"

"Hunter Sung?" The man trembles, collpasing on the floor as Jinwoo suddenly rose from his seating and approached. "Wait! I-I can explain!!"

"Explain what?" He snarled, his gaze completely cold and ruthless. "That you just attempted to make a move on my girl behind my back? I already shook your hand, wasn't that enough?"

"Please!" He begs, completely scared and about to piss himslef as Jinwoo wrapped his hand around his neck and lifted him up. "Hunter Sung, please!"

"I could kill you right now," Jinwoo tilts his head a bit, his blank look completely deranged. "Or maybe lock you up here in the land of eternal death, torture you, break your your mind, tear you limb by limb and put you back together,... Do you think I can't do any of this?"

"I-I'll stay away!" He cries out, "I-I have a family, my mom!..."

Jinwoo drops him, wiping his hand with a handkerchief as the bastard gasps for air.

"I-I wont touch her! N-no, I'll resign and find another job!" He begs. "Please, please don—"

"No need." Jinwoo scoffs. "Getting jobs these days is hard. If your mom needs you then keep the job,"

"But!—"

"Do you want me to change my mind?"

"No sir!"

Jinwoo gritted his teeth, if it weren;t for the fact this guy had his mom he would have kept him here. Instead, he just waved his hand and the bastard disappeared right before him.

He pace back and forth on the throne room for a while, taking a breather, trying to calm down. Nibbling on his nail even as he just felt so restless and pissed with no way of calming down.

Calming down?

Jinwoo fishes out his phone, it's 6:30 and you probably have clocked out by now.

He gets out of his domain and waited for you in the usual spot he wait in when you finish your shift.

"Jinwoo!" The sound of your voice echoes in his mind when you called out to him. "How come you're here?"

"I was bored" He lies, simply grinning. "Come."

"But I'm sweaty and icky!" You complain.

"Just for a bit, yeah?" He insists, and you in turn only pout.

"Alright, what is it?" You cross your arms.

"Free tomorrow?" He simply says.

"Well, yeah, I don't have a shift" You say. "how come?"

"I'm asking you out, duh" Jinwoo chuckles.

There was silence at first as you tried processing his words.

"Are you serious?" You blurt out, your face turning completely pink.

"Have I ever lied to you, hm?" He muses, leaning down to meet you at eye level.

"N-No, but... I mean..." You fidget, playing with your fingers. "You're an S-ranker.. And I'm... Well."

"I'm Jinwoo, jagiya" He simply says, making you look up at him.

And in those grey eyes is a tender and loving gaze, in those eyes you see that he is silently asking you to not look at him as the most sought after hunter. Not the most powerful man ever to live, not the man who turned his situation from helpless to this, not the man who was always mocked and now basks in the spotlight of fame and wealth— He was asking you to see him as a man who is courting you.

"Yes, you're..." You smile softly and leaned up with your tippy-toes, kissing his cheek gently. "My Jinwoo."

꒰ 🪼 A/N: When I tell you Ilove my monarch so much you don't understand. Jagiya can mean either= Honey or Baby heheh. I love him so much pls I wanna cri. Let me kiss him silly. And btw I'm no longer making the moodboard things because they're tiring and I don't wanna run out of photos to use! I hope u understand ueueueu!!! The Jinwoo cai requests will be up tomorrow that is a promise ꒱

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

[narcissistshandler]

𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗟 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗟 𝗜𝗜

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿. male reader x lee jinho (how to fight/viral hit)

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. dom!amab reader, sub!jinho, top reader implicit, assassination attempt, talk about murder, paranoid jinho, reader calls Jinho "deer" (not in a very affectionate way), captivity (?), blowjob, deep throat, spanking implicit. minors dni.

𝗮/𝗻. lee jinhoo argh. I lied, that shit has 2.9k words. I'm rewatching hannibal, what inspired all this erotic murder talk, I can't help it. likes and reblogs are welcome. Part one here.

You insisted he wasn't a prisoner, the rickety glass walls, the Internet access, all the doors to the luxurious penthouse in central Seoul open at his leisure. Jinho disagreed. Your control was smooth, mischievous, so light that anyone else could agree with you and surrender to your meticulously placed words. Jinho knew better than that. The chip removed from his phone prevented him from making or receiving calls, and the tight, armed security at the front door and the rest of the building prevented him from having contact with the outside world. He could not be trusted, was your argument, he could slip through your fingers at the first opportunity and to stop that he needed to be trained. Like a damn house dog.

Jinho wasn't going out of his way to please you, despite seeming to have accepted his new routine, between eating, sleeping and exercising, he occasionally found time to kill one of the men you put to watch him. He would spend two or three days quiet, peaceful, and the next day he would cook a human tongue for you. You were hard to piss off, you weren't bothered by his silent teasing, with the body left like a gift spilling blood on the living room carpet, and you weren't bothered by the scar cutting your stomach that Jinho had given you with a kitchen knife. Instead you smiled at him, brought him expensive gifts, treated him to fine dinners and started to keep your promise ── he watched the news slowly changing public opinion about him, about how everything was a big conspiracy against him and how he had only been a pawn used in a larger game, a political power game. And so, as the image of the politician who previously helped him became more and more dirty and How to Fight's subscribers dropped, Lee Jinho found himself able to step out into the sunlight again. At least could, if you didn't keep him locked up.

Jinho thought he could live a little in the role you wanted, until you trusted him enough to give him an opening, until you gave him the power that would be your own downfall. It wasn't hard to wait months or years, he'd done it before. Sitting in front of a whiteboard that was slowly taking shape, wearing sweatpants and a black t-shirt, Jinho was trying to stay on paper. Your eyes were on him, he could feel it. The silence in the empty room you had given him to serve as a studio was only interrupted by the soft strokes of the brush in his hand and the rustling of the pages of the book you were reading. But even after two weeks, Jinho still didn't know exactly what your intentions were. Keep him like a trophy wife? Use him as a sex toy? Or was this all an excuse to keep him trapped, cut off from the outside world and unable to exert any power, against you or anyone else? Maybe the news was fake, created to deceive him. Maybe you never intended to help him. Maybe he should kill you, right here and now and be done with it all ── stick the wooden brush across your eye and revel in the dread on your face, smear himself with your filthy blood and and…

"What are you thinking about? Your gaze turned dark." Your voice woke him up, amused. Jinho doubted you would still find it amusing if he spoke his thoughts out loud.

"I'm thinking about what it would be like to kill you," he tried, as normal and placid as talking about the weather.

"Oh?" you exclaimed. "And how would you kill me?"

Jinho turned around on the stool to face you. Sunlight burst through the glass wall, spilling like liquid gold over your tranquil figure as you sat on the turquoise sofa in the huge room filled with only two paintings on the wall, a deer took shape in one, and what looked like the animal's ribcage split open and filled with bloody flowers painted the other. Your watchful eyes were already on him, seeming to bore right through him. Book discarded next to crossed legs, face resting against hand, entertained, comfortable, confident… Jinho wanted to rip all those positive emotions out of you with a knife.

"With this brush." He turned the object between his fingers, the perfectly manicured brown wood gleaming in the light, the Kolinsky sable bristles at the tip stained dark blue. "Simple and quick, I'd poke your eye out before you even had time to blink, maybe the brush would break if I wasn't careful with my strength, but that would only make everything even more painful for you."

Your mouth opened, then closed, as if searching for the right words, before finally speaking. "And then?"

"Then I'd prick the other one with my fingers and hang you with the same hand smeared with your blood, wood sticking shallowly into your eye so the fun wouldn't end so soon." Your eyes dropped to his hand, the fingers long and elegant, deft even as they closed around that knife, touching it with as much mastery as when he held his tools of art. Your tongue darted out to wet your dry lips. An electric current shot through Jinho's traitorous body, he continued, unable to make the words stop coming out, "You would scream, beg me for mercy and I wouldn't have."

You didn't look scared, your calm made him uneasy.

"They say there is no murder more intimate than one committed with one's own hands," you said.

"There's nothing intimate about killing animals, whether with your bare hands or a knife."

The clock on the wall ticked, the low sound deafening in the silence that filled the room. Their eyes met, turbulent with strong and unusual emotions. None of you dared to dodge, feeling as if a war would be lost if did.

"Do you think about hurting me often?" You broke the silence, voice sounding low and deep.

Jinho looked at your pretty face, not a hint of anxiety or dread, the soft lips and vulnerable neck, the skin so so easy to crack and tear. And he replied, feeling as if were confessing his darkest sins:

"Every day."

"Good."

Jinho chuckled, the sudden sound surprising even himself as it reverberated in his ears. A smile of its own spread across your lips, free hand slipping over the linen fabric of your pants. Unconscious, Jinho followed the movement, his mouth suddenly dry as your hand slid between your legs and up, squeezing the obvious erection there. Unable to look away even when you rubbed your cock, Jinho didn't know what he was supposed to feel. You weren't normal, he was feasting on images of you in pain and suffering and dying and there you were ── hard, hard for him, hard for the aggressive words that came out of his mouth, hard for the image of Jinho above you, cold face and blood painting his clothes, like a holy painting. The blood seemed to run faster in Jinho's veins and he forced his feet against the ground, afraid to fall.

"It turns you on," Jinho said in disbelief, realization hitting him hard. "Sick bastard, do you want me to kill you?"

Your brow furrowed, finally looking displeased with something he said, but your hand didn't stop moving against the hardness in your pants, thumb stroking the wet stain growing in the fabric, breath coming out in soft puffs. Something in Jinho's body wanted to reach out and touch you. He stifled that desire.

"Get too close to my eyes and I'll break your fingers. No, I don't want to die." You snorted, opening your legs to give Jinho a better view. He wanted to look away, to mock you, but he couldn't, swallowing hard as a groan escaped your mouth, fingers pressing your outlined cock against the fabric. "But the idea is exciting, isn't it? You're hard too."

Jinho's legs pressed together against your gaze, suddenly very aware of the heat in his body, the hardness in his sweatpants, and the hungry look on his face. He wanted to devour you, touch you and hurt you with the same need.

"Come here," you said ── an order, because you didn't ask and didn't like to be refused, the scarred marks on his thighs and ass reminded him well of that.

Jinho blinked, trying to get his head back in place, it was difficult when in your presence. Putting the brush in place and getting to his feet, he walked towards you, taking his time, the pride still there despite how many times you've worked to break it. Your hands worked on the button and zipper of the pants and even before the next order, Jinho already knew what you wanted from him.

"On your knees, hands behind your back." He ground his teeth, but obeyed. Your hands were close to his face, reaching into your pants to pull a thick, heavy cock out, head glistening with precum. It had been inside him before, an irritating little voice reminded him. Once, the day he took that ridiculous deal. His ass clenched at the memory. Kneeling between your legs, erection dangerously close to his face, Jinho squashed the instinct that screamed to bite your cock off as soon as you tried to put it in his mouth. It wouldn't kill you, but it would be painful enough, an everlasting memory searing your skin. "Open, deer."

The pet name make him grind his teeth, managing to see the painting of the deer on the wall out of the corner of his eye. If you were trying to tease or humiliate him, he didn't know.

Against whatever primal instincts screamed in his mind, Jinho opened his mouth, almost eagerly as you brushed the tip of your cock against his thin lips, wetting them. Contrary to his thoughts, his body seemed to have other ideas, tongue darting against his lips to capture your taste, moan catching in the throat as salty pre-cum flooded his senses. He pursued your taste, leaning forward so he could lick the sensitive head, seeking more of that taste, unlike anything he'd felt before. A sigh fell from your mouth, heavy hand falling against the back of his neck, something in that sound drew him in, soft lips closing against the bulbous head in a careless suck. Everything about his movements was sloppy, it was obvious that Jinho had never sucked a cock, but the inexperience of that powerful and dangerous man only seemed to make you even harder.

You grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling him back. "Open it for me, sweet." You guided your cock with the hand to his willing mouth, tip sliding easily into the wet heat. Fingers tangling more tightly in the strands of his hair. "I'm going to teach you everything you need to know, so relax for me."

Jinho rolled his eyes, that superior attitude still untouched even with your cock pressing into his mouth.

"Use your tongue," you ordered, hips slowly pushing your length into his mouth. Your cock filled his mouth, hot and heavy against his tongue, salty with sweat and pre-cum, the tip against his cheek. He found himself moving his tongue, following its length and dragging against the prominent veins near the head, curious about how it would feel. You moaned above him, one hand slumped against your thigh, squeezing the fabric of the pants, the other caressing the skin at the back of his neck. "Suck it for me, deer."

Lips pressing against you, Jinho sucked, the wet, obscene sound echoing in the silent room, his skin heated, cock twitching between the legs. Spit pooling in his mouth, he made an attempt to move the head, spittle running down the length to your full balls as part of your cock pulled out of the heat of his mouth. His breath huffed against your damp skin.

"Breathe through your nose. No biting." His eyes were sharp, letting your length fall from his mouth to catch breath, even with his cheeks flushed and moisture pooling in the corners of his eyes, there was wit there. Do not tell me? He would probably say it if he wasn't afraid his voice would crack. You held your cock, stroking yourself through all the saliva Jinho had wet on you, thumb squeezing the sensitive head carelessly. Heat blooming in his stomach, it took everything in Jinho not to squish through the sweatpants, he didn't want to give you that satisfaction. He dug his nails into his arm hard behind his back, trying to anchor himself to something so he wouldn't sail away.

"Let's try something different," you said, voice steeped in pleasure as you slowed down stroking yourself close to his face, legs tensing as you stopped the movements, dick visibly twitching.

You took a deep breath, directing your cock to line up with Jinho's mouth. Parting his lips, Jinho couldn't help but groan as that thick, heavy cock slid back over his tongue. He closed his lips around and sucked, but you were already pushing farther back, into his throat. His hands were shooting out before he knew it, pushing your legs, head pulling out of your grasp. He was immediately released, coughing and wheezing, saliva running down his chin.

You pushed his hair back, seeing the sight of tears falling down Jinho's flushed face before he wiped them away, throat still fighting involuntary contractions and the feeling that he was going to throw up. You waited until he recovered before pulling him back to the front. "Let's try again."

"I'm going to kill you," Jinho threatened, voice low and husky, broken.

"Until then, you're going to make me come, so open your pretty mouth for me."

The words of protest stayed on his tongue, but Jinho couldn't voice them, opening the mouth to take your cock back, more eager than he would ever admit to anyone, even though anxiety not felt in years gnawed at his insides. Jinho breathed in through his nose, relaxing his throat as you began to slide deep, slowly, thick cock threatening to choke him. His throat constricted immediately, gag reflex kicking in as the head of your cock reached in too deep. His eyes closed in an effort not to cough and gag, tears running down the cheeks, not realizing he had moved the hands to press against the front of his pants.

"That's it, deer. Stay open for me. Just relax." Firm hand holding him in place and forcing him to stay still as your length pressed deep, fucking past the tightness of his throat, Jinho didn't expect his body to react so strongly, heat under his breath and an unknown pleasure bubbling in his stomach. He made the most beautiful sounds as your cock slid down his tight throat, but all he could hear was you ── your heavy breathing and soft moans and words of "you are so beautiful like that", "good boy", "touch yourself for me" and "you've been made for my dick", clouding his senses. He rubbed himself into the pants hard and fast, groaning against you each time the thick fabric dragged against his cock head, making a mess on his underwear.

Jinho willed his throat to relax, feeling your thick cock twitch as his throat flexed around it. Lashes grew heavy and wet, nails squeezing his length through the fabric until the stab of pain had his feet squirming against the floor. He dragged his teeth against your cock, lightly, in a threat or a tease, none of you knew, but the movement had your hips stuttering, groin pressed against his nose as your cock twitched one last time thrust deep into his mouth, before cum in his throat, forcing him to swallow so he wouldn't choke. Jinho whimpered, thumb squeezing the damp head of his cock, hips rocking against his palm in search of his own release.

"You can come Jinho." Jinho wanted to say that he didn't need your permission, that he would come even if you said otherwise, but the words make something inside him snap. With the salt filling his throat and your cock softening inside his mouth, Jinho's breath hitched for a minute, his whole body tensing… His cock spilled into his pants, saliva running down his chin and moaning around you. His ears go numb and he thinks he might need a few minutes to get back to reality, his legs shaking, his whole body shaking.

You gently pull back, cock sliding out of his mouth and Jinho lets his head fall against your thigh, teeth pressing into your skin hard enough to draw blood. For a second you think he might be looking for an artery in an attempt to make you bleed to death, the thought makes your flaccid dick twitch. You let him dig his teeth into you, fingers stroking his sweat damp hair and head against the back of the couch. You knew you made the right choice, Jinho would soon become your perfect pet, attempts to kill you or not.

[lheslie]

Taehoon with a very good theif S/O

You were basically recruited by hobin to the company because of your skills of breaking in and stealing stuff so swiftly.

But on Taehoon's case not only did you stole his money one day. You even stole his heart with it.

You were rather flirty with him when you met him. And it posed as your distraction while you try and steal his wallet. Which was mostly empty.

Which mostly pissed him off when you threw it on his face. He tried to run after you but you vanished like thin air.

You met each other again while you were pick pocketing different people. Which came out to a fight.

And it always ended up with you getting away with it. He was determined to catch you.

One day he had you cornered and he took all of thr wallets you stole.

"Broke ass bitch" He said as he waves the wallet infront of your face.

"Please it ain't my wallet that had only 500 wons and some piece of picture inside it."

He left you that day, smirking at his victory.

You both met each other again, while you were recruited by hobin to break in and take some stuff from Lee Jinho.

And Hobin basically forced you both to make up because this fight against Jinho needs team work.

Naturally, You started to hang around the company but Taehoon has been watching you closely. You guessed it's because that you might steal something from them instead.

"You see something you like?" You tell him while you look at him eye to eye. Which pissed him off kicking you. And you dodge it.

"What? you think I still won't know what your crappy moves by now?"

Which turned into a sparring match. With you losing in the end.

"Heh" He said as you angrily stomped away.

Hobin was watching while Jiksae was live and the fans had been watching and some even was starting to ship you both. Then a fan commented.

"Set them up together and I'll pay

150,000W"

Which gave Hobin a huge grin on his face. Hobin started to pair you both up in missions and sparing matches.

"OI!! WHY DO YOU KEEP PAIRING ME WITH THIS FREAK!?!" You yelled at Hobin. Pointing at Taehoon

"LOOK AT A MIRROR BITCH AND TELL ME WHO'S A FREAK" He yelled at you, kicking you again. While you evade the kick and you try to punch him at the face.

"PLEASE LOOK AT THAT WEIRD HAIR." You said as you grabbed a chair from nowhere as you threw it at him while he kicked it into pieces.

Then a notification rang

"Make them kiss and I'll pay 500,000W"

Luckily for Hobin, neither of you heard it. And he pushed you torwards Taehoon making you trip on top of him. Making you both accidentally Kiss each other.

You stood up and punched him, screaming running away.

Leaving him shocked at what happened.

Who knew that push was the thing that you both need to start realizing that you both have feelings for each other.

You still keep stealing things though, and Taehoon's cool with it now. Everything you steal either goes for the beer or for the arcade later anyways.

He also learned how to pick pocket, hijack a car, opening locks and how to swiftly run away because of you.

The both of you have an entire fan base that shipped you both.

Especially the one who instigated it all was the head of the fan base.

You even wanted to trach them down to either hit or thank them at one point. But you got too lazy.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Hello, I was passing by here to talk about a dream I had.

I was in the Lookism universe and for some reason I sat next to Jerry Kwon at school (HE HAD HAIR), besides that I was kind of his love interest, totally in my dream Jake shaved it in vacation and we hadn't seen each other in a long time, and when I saw him without hair I stopped liking him ): (which is weird because I like Jerry in real life), and he knew it because I had told him that I would never fall in love with someone without hair, the rest of the dream was him and trying to "win me back" and in the end we became boyfriends, I also introduced myself to Big Deal for the first time (it went a bit wrong because on the ground I had a dog named Jake and because of that I was simply unable to fully respect Jake, I respected him as a friend, not as someone important on that street)

I don't have any friends who like Lookism but I thought it would be a good idea to make this "note" to you, I thought you might like to listen/read my less smokey dream.

PS: I'm not an English speaker and I'm using a translator, sorry if I didn't understand.

-🐱����

What in the fever dream- Don't worry, this made perfect sense.

Damn you're brutal. You would never fall in love with someone without hair?! How did he try and win you back? Did he try and grow a full head of beautiful locks, then your ran your fingers through it and realised he was the one? Oh Jake would absolutely love dog Jake, and the disrespect lmao. He'll probably find it a breath of fresh air tbh.

Lol... yes. I just don't have much to say on it because wtf is this plot. Why are they introducing even more characters idgaf about. There's a lot of convenient exits and cliffhangers with Jinho, no?

@marysgirlb0ss oh I had to google BSD but yes we do be loving women here. I don't think I currently have the brain capacity for anything apart from JJK lol.

'he also has depth, personality, goals, capabilities, and cares about more than just pussy.' Say it louder for PTJ and his company over in Seoul please!

PTJ was less miserable in the early days imo. I'm not really sure what happened to have such a downturn? I get turning it into a full on action manhwa but the female characters...

Tbh, the one I'm still taken the most aback by is Gyeoul from HTF. Her body is less...egregious than the newer Lookism panels but she's painted as such a lil sister that suddenly seeing her with the new S2 proportions took me OUT.

I have seen some fun gender bending fanart tbh of Gun/Goo! Actually I'm surprised why PTJ doesn't go down this avenue more with new characters? That should surely attract his key demographic right.

[svtellite]

"you're even more beautiful than yesterday." ( jinho @ jaehwa )

˗ˏˋ MEME! ´ˎ˗

Jaehwa could feel her heart fluttering in her chest, tiny flowers sprouting from her hair, and the plants around them blossoming as if it were spring again. Jinho was the only one to get such a reaction out of her, a heart-shaped smile now etched on her face while she tucked a strand of red locks behind her ear. Her cheeks now flushed bright red as her eyes glanced down at the ground, noticing blue violets popping up by their feet. Jaehwa glanced back up at Jinho, playfully smacking his arm, which, with her strength, most likely felt like a spring breeze. 'So, I'm assuming you like my new haircut?' she signed, her smile glued to her lips.

[cyncialwoo]

can you make a reaction of pentagon if they gonna see their ex girlfriend after break up

a/n: Hihi! I know I said two weeks, but I've been balancing school and home life. I'm also re-reading this piece I wrote a while back and brainstorming for new things. Also, I've never written reactions before, so I hope you enjoy it. I'm sorry this is so late.

words: 2.2k >>Masterlist

Jinho

He would be the type to avoid a meet-up.

It’s not like the relationship ended badly, but it’s for convenience. 

Jinho wouldn’t want to step on your feelings if there were any remaining

Honestly, for him, there was still something left over

He's delusional. Literally gaslighting himself to think he’s avoiding you for your sake.

The meet-up would be accidental like it was meant to happen. 

Jinho honestly hadn’t been out of his apartment in a few weeks. He had been having second thoughts about the entire breakup. Was it the best decision? He wasn’t sure. Although, the food had run out in his house, and takeout was expensive these days. 

He was walking through the isles bored when he saw a familiar figure. He didn’t see your face, but he didn’t have to. Something inside him wanted to approach you, but he didn’t. He couldn’t and he didn’t know why. He would rather die than go up to you. He stood there for minutes wondering whether to move past you or do a 180. 

He ended up just staring at you, taking in this moment of seeing you again. You were looking at some snacks on the shelf when you turned your head and looked over at him. He watched as the smile spread on your face, and how you waved at him. He reciprocated it, all without much thought. The moment flew by too fast for him because, in the next second, you were gone for the next item on your grocery list. 

Hui

Hui would most likely become obsessed with his work

Anything to distract himself 

Maybe he’d blow money for some serotonin

Anything to give him a quick whiff of some happiness 

He’s been writing songs like crazy and they're all sappy breakup songs

He doesn’t like any of them though 

He needs a break and a bad

Hui needed some time out of his studio which was now too stuffy for him. Just a simple walk would do for him. For what he meant for a short walk around the building, he ended up in a park nearby. He sat on a swing slowly rocking back and forth. His eyes were closed taking in the sound around him. It was quiet, barely anyone was around. Still, the sound of the wind and the trees slowly dancing to it making their sound, The casual cars driving by in the background. That was the serenity and peace he had been looking for this whole time. 

When he finally opened his eyes he noticed a familiar figure sitting at a bench. They were eating lunch alone with their head down. He didn’t have to see their face to know who it was. He smiled to himself, maybe this was the motivation and clarity he sought. 

Hongseok

He’d be more of the jealous type. 

He’s most likely the type to stalk a page 

He made a fake account just for you!

okay, maybe that’s not that charming. 

he regrets his decision though

he's sincere about that

Lately, Hongseok had been feeling like you were losing interest in him, or you were getting over this. With all that he still felt for you, he couldn’t let you. He still couldn’t let you go and needed something to drag you in with him. So, he devised a plan. He would “randomly” meet up with you. 

He got used to the schedule that you had, and have, so it wasn’t that hard to find you. He had crossed your path multiple times after the break-up, but neither of you had decided to go and talk to each other. He was too shy, and you wanted to get over him. It was better for you anyway, and sometimes seeing him just hurt.

Not this time when you saw him. You two had managed to get on the same bus. Although, you knew hongseok had a car and could drive. It made you wonder what happened to him after you two separated. You locked eyes with him, and he shared a smile with you. He took that as an invitation to come closer to you on the bus. He made small talk with you for most of the ride. Something about the whole experience felt like deja vu almost as if you had met him again, but in a new life.

Shinwon

He plays it off but he’s most definitely hurting 

He hangs around other people for a distraction 

He is not okay though

When he’s alone or at home he mostly pouts

Dont come about his mood though because he will snap

He also won't leave the house unless he has to

The guys have to make him come out, so they take him to an inside amusement park

They may spoil him a bit too much. 

It seemed like Shinwon was as good as new. He was smiling, laughing, and making his awful jokes. Honestly, Jinho and Hui kind of wished they left him at home. It seemed like this was the perfect thing to bring him back from being a literal human zombie.

They were walking around the theme park when he saw you giggling with your friends. You guys had rented school uniforms on. He was happy that you were happy though. The way you laughed or held your friend's hand. He didn’t notice how long he had been staring. 

He was sent back to reality when Jinho tapped him on the shoulder. “You ready to head out already?” Shinwon looked back at him just nodding. He didn’t know if Jinho knew if he was looking at you or not. Either way, nothing was mentioned on the way home.

Changgu

He lives in a cafe. 

Or he visits it a lot

Either way, he wants to run into you

First, it was the old cafe you two used to visit

Then your favorite cafe

But nothing, he couldn’t

One day he gave up and just started to work part-time at a random cafe

He was working late nights due to his day job. He was enjoying working at a cafe. He loved the smell of coffee beans after all, and wouldn’t complain if he smelled like them all day. One thing was for sure though, he brought a lot of business to the cafe. 

Everyone went to the cafe to see the cute barista. He smiled with all of the new attention, but he wasn’t quite sure if he enjoyed it or not. Some part of him still hoped that one day you would walk into those doors. He convinced himself that all of the girls he turned down were for you. He was staying loyal to you. 

The only problem was that he only worked at the late-night, and it was not the most favorable time for a cup of coffee. 

One night while he was making one of his famous cups of coffee, he heard a familiar laugh. His head shot up, he had to see your face again. Although, he frowned as soon as he spotted you in the crowd. Your arm was locked around another guy’s laughing and leaning into him. 

He frowned and turned over to his coworker, “I'm taking my 15.”

Yanan

The relationship was short

Surely not long enough for deep feelings

That's what he thought before he broke the news to you

But lately, he had been missing you

Denies it and tries to play it slick

I’m thinking this is like a college fling thing

So you guys could run into one another

Finals were coming up and Yanan was in the library with his head stuck in one of the textbooks. He had been there for hours, and he was starting to get hungry. He had a six-hour final that he was preparing for, and he could not flunk it. He searched in his bags to see if he had any snacks left over. Luckily he still had some, leaning back and eating it.

He took that time to scan his surroundings. He had been focused on his work for so long that he hadn’t noticed the amount of people that had come and gone. This time around he noticed you dozed off on a desk. Your head was lying on a textbook sleeping soundly. You looked so pretty to him. He went close to you and put your jacket over you.

He didn’t quite understand his actions or what possessed him to buy snacks for you. He smiled to himself as he wrote a note. He teased you about falling asleep in the library and how you should take better care of yourself. He didn’t sign the note, smirking. Maybe he could tease you more like this in the future.

Yuto

He is already a quiet person, so I feel like he kept the relationship very private

Barely anyone knew that the two of you had broken up

The break up wasn’t on good terms

The two of you could not agree on something 

He hated arguments and everything that came with it

He also hated telling you when he disagreed with something because it would lead to even more arguments even if it didn’t have to be one

The two of you were petty anyways

He tried to avoid you, and the places you hung out frequently

Yuto was out with a large group of friends. It was unusual for him, but he was enjoying the extra company. They were at a large shopping mall, so it wasn’t an ideal place to be. He was quieter than usual. Maybe it was because he didn’t want to draw a lot of attention to himself. That was the reason. He wanted some quiet time but didn’t want to be alone. Maybe this was the best solution for him. 

He thought of himself over the relationship. Maybe he was being too harsh, but he thought if he heard that you died in a week or so he wouldn’t care. Okay, that was cruel of him, but he needed some way to distance himself. 

The sad part was, when he saw you at a store with another guy, his heart sank. He was mad that he still felt some type of way about it and about you. He was disappointed in himself, nonetheless, he played it off and went on with his day. 

Kino

I'm going with the cliche trope

He’s just a party guy to me 

And I think he’d go to parties to let off his cool. Especially if it was a harsh break-up 

I feel like he’d still be jealous and possessive after the relationship

If anyone would try to say something bad about you, he would get mad at them. 

He’s still sweet as ever, even if it ended on bad terms or not

Kino was at a party, like usual. He had a huge social circle. He was floating around the party talking to a lot of different people. He was feeling better tonight. He preferred to put himself out there when he didn’t feel up to it. Honestly, he was feeling a lot better. 

He did notice you when you walked in, it would be hard for him not to stare. He watched over you, still feeling protective. He knew a lot of the people at the party, some of them having a bad reputation. He would rather watch over you from a distance, not ready to face you. 

That didn’t matter when a random guy came up to you. He didn’t know him, but he could not stand the fact that another man was talking to you. He came up to you putting his arm over your shoulder casually.  “I forgot to ask you what drink you wanted.” Kino kept a sly smirk on his face. You looked a little upset and surprised to see him there, but he just brushed it off. It was fun to cock-block you.

Wooseok

I think he would be quieter about the breakup

He seems like he keeps more to himself 

But he’s generally sweet to everyone 

I think the motivation would be down

He wants to keep things on good terms, but that doesn’t mean friends. 

He’s not the type to text you after

Unless he needed something 

Wooseok had gathered up some motivation lately, after looking at how messy his life had been lately. He was picking his stuff up and putting things in their right places. During that, he found some items that were yours, and he noticed that some of his things had been missing. He frowned, he didn’t want to do any confronting, but he wanted his things back. There’s nothing wrong with that, right?

His hands were sweaty as he texted you. He simply stated that he had a few of your things and he thought that you had a few of his. It was simple and he tried to be as polite as possible. He was not trying to make anyone upset. 

After a few days you hadn’t answered his text, so he tried again. This time his tone was a little hasty, and when you responded, it was in an aggravated tone. He was confused. You didn’t want to meet with him and made that clear. He suggested mail, but that seemed to upset you as well. 

When he saw you later that week on the street, he said nothing. He did nothing. Any feelings that he had left over for you, were gone. Then he knew he could move on.

[cosmojjong]

alright, I gotta know. please explain to me all the ways cube has tried to ruin pentagon. I don't want to live ignorantly, thinking they're just another incompetent company (bc honestly find me a GOOD entertainment agency that treats all their artists fairly, protects them, promotes them regularly, loves them and feeds them 3 square meals a day. doesn't exist.)

you're very right, there's no company like that, and it's a shame even to this day.

and, well, let's see. i'm a bit tired so i'm going with things off the top of my head. i feel like the company has just... very blatantly threatened them different times behind the scenes. especially judging by some words the members have shared. it's always felt like they kind of made pentagon feel like THEY were lacking. like THEY needed to do something to prove themselves. it's sad because the boys have been trying so hard all these years but they can only do so much with such a shitty promotion. first instance i can think of is when the demo eps were released. it all felt rushed (they were released too close to each other) and it was such a pity because demo_01 was the ep that gave them their self-produced title. i don't even know what the company was trying to do, people barely had the time to digest those songs that we got another ep. so like

1) their almost non-existent or badly handed promotion. i swear they just don't seem to know how to cherish and properly promote such a gem group like pentagon. it's so bad.

2) i feel like, over time, the opportunities to show what they're capable of that they were given were just not the right ones. sure, we got some nice content but cube literally do nothing to highlight their entire vocal line. everything that the public could perceive was because of their stage presence. every new fan that got into them, it was thanks to the group. the success and the appreciation of songs, it was thanks to their authenticity while making music. i genuinely believe the group owns maybe 20% (and i'm being kind here) of their success to that agency. being so vocally based they don't have much singing content people can go through, except for magazineho and those hardly updated cover playlists. they could give changgu the space to do covers but do they? no. i think some time in the past he implied that he wanted to upload more songs but that he wasn't allowed to. to be honest i think the company also has favoritisms towards certain members, but it may be just me. and i don't like how they may be pitted against one another (see: pentagon maker) when they love each other so much.

3) shine. before it got released ptg were most likely told that the song had to do well, otherwise they would've been disbanded. hui said shine was a blessing, the reason why pentagon could survive. it got progressively worse with idle debuting (and it's funny how their fans say that ptg are cube's favorites *giggles in i want to be that delusional*)

4) when the summer 2018 mess happened, their fancafe was a mess. kpop fans were spamming the general board with anything and everything. the company knew it and still kept it open for a good 3 to 4+ months. i remember this because they suddenly changed the rules, locked this and that, and i got demoted as well. many of us got demoted for doing nothing. their disorganization never fails to amaze me. so, anyways, there is no way cube didn't know about the rumors that were being made up about them. hell, they even used hui as the scapegoat. shinwon, jinho and hongseok were heavily targeted and the company just did nothing. they were bullied into not leaving the dorms. no lawsuit, no notice, no protection. had a shit ton of schedules to attend and to deal with.

5) all the hiatuses they put yanan through. and for what? yanan could understandbly leave for health reasons but at times it's felt like they were just punishing the guy for doing so. one time it was a miscommunication between the labels, but keeping him away for months to years? like are we serious? there are people who have never seen him with pentagon, and people who got to see him with them after more than a year. the formation changes are so bad too. people are never gonna memorize who's who if the company decides to 'oh yea you go to japan for three months bye' or 'you're staying in china for a year and no one will get an official notice cause we don't care' approximately every two months.

6) rtk. what the hell was that. i hate when ptg have anything to do with mnet to begin with. they were put on this show that just sucked the life out of them, where mnet just used them for clickbait and very obviously rigged it although it was clear they should've won. jinho had to enlist in a hurry, hui was only months away from enlisting and spent sleepless nights arranging songs for like three different projects. they were completely out of it. shinwon even said that at some point hyunggu was so exhausted and mentally worn out that it was impossible for them to talk to him. they even said they were in and out of the hospital because of body pains. still, the company kept them going until the end, even through pain and tears.

7) shall i add bad budgeting. like seriously i'd like to speak to a nevie and understand why they think ptg gets their group's money. have they seen some of ptg's packaging and some of the props for their photoshoots or mvs? my thumbs up album is literally one step away from falling apart because the material is just not good.

please know i don't like talking of such things as i don't want to sound like i am victimizing them. ptg are fun, charismatic, bright, cheerful, full-of-love people. they never ever complain and that's what stings. i'm just so done with the bad things they've had to endure. the boys have always acted like it's sunshine and rainbows and we've all have tried hard to see the good things in everything. we do even nowadays, but there's still a dark side to it.

i'm sure there must have been other instances of ptg being told that they could be disbanded if said thing doesn't sell well (which btw is ridiculous because pentagon have been outselling themselves every comeback). shall i remember anything i'll say it later on, i think i talked a lot for now, i'm so sorry. all i can do is hope that 2023 is REALLY their breakthrough year because i cannot see them in pain anymore. it just doesn't feel fair and i want them to be happy.

[mingunissi]

She smiled at him, the kind of smile that he would see in the parents of his patients. How absurd. He clenched his fist to his side and forced his own onto his lips as he tried to reign in his composure. Mingun stood there and looked at his mother for the first time in twenty-seven years. ‘Song Ji Young, my mother. Beautiful, powerful but so damn cruel.��� Mingun thought bitterly. He would just offer her a smile, a polite nod and clipped answers whenever he was addressed. Yet he could still feel her eyes on him, it was intense and stifling. 

There was a bit of commotion inside the doctor’s lounge when Mingun clocked in for his shift that morning. Everyone was busy talking with each other, a discussion that was important that garnered the attention of the majority of the morning shift. While the morning shift turnover was usually noisy, it wasn’t like this. This wasn’t the typical morning that he had been accustomed to since he began in fellowship in this hospital. It struck him as weird, and being naturally curious he wanted to at least have some context on the latest happenings. 

Fortunately, he spotted a familiar intern and quickly called him over. “Hey Jinho-ah! What’s going on? Why is everyone so… so animated? It’s not even 9 in the morning.” He asked the intern. The intern only shrugged apologetically. “I’m not sure myself but from what I heard, someone from a conglomerate visited the director. Obviously, the flock will be interested.” 

“I heard it’s Chairwoman Song. Song Ji Young of Songsan. Not sure, but I think it’s her.”  

Mingun froze. Songsan. Song Ji Young. The very name that his late matron had uttered in her deathbed. His biological mother. 

He quickly excused himself from the rest of the floor and locked himself in his office. He felt chilled–down to his bones. The cold dread came crashing down and slowly swallowing him. 

That person is here. Why? 

Mingun thought that he had buried the knowledge of his birth mother in the deepest of his mind. He didn’t find the importance of it now. He had long lost interest in the idea of a family–of her. But the resentment, the anger , the loneliness and the pain that he had to go through remained under his skin, shimmering steadily and never really cooled. 

A knock from his door forced him to push his thoughts back. “Dr Lee? The medical director wants to see you.” He looked up, his eyes wide. Why? Why would the medical director want to see him? A newly minted oncology fellow? Surely it was not because of her? But at the back of his mind, and as much as he wanted to deny that thought of it – he had very strong inkling that it was because of that. She couldn’t possibly know… right? Mingun sighed as he resigned himself to a meeting that he didn't want. A meeting that he could live without having. 

“Color me surprised when the director asked for you. I mean I’m sure it’s nothing big, you’re just a newbie…” He ignored his senior’s ramblings clearly the hospital had done the older wrong for calling for a green eared fellow over him. How pathetic and despicable, Mingun couldn’t care less about his senior’s pride. He couldn’t care less about anything at all. 

He squared his shoulders as he entered the room. The chilled air conditioned air bit in his skin as he walked in. He kept his eyes downcasted and proceeded to bow deep in greeting.  “You called for me sir? Lee Mingun from the Oncology department.” He didn’t dare look anywhere but to his boss but he could feel the burning eyes of that person. There was no doubt about it. It really was Song Ji Young. He peeked at her and bowed as well. She smiled at him, the kind of smile that he would see in the parents of his patients. How absurd. He clenched his fist to his side and forced his own onto his lips as he tried to reign in his composure. Mingun stood there and looked at his mother for the first time in twenty-seven years. ‘Song Ji Young, my mother. Beautiful, powerful but so damn cruel.’ Mingun thought bitterly. He would just offer her a smile, a polite nod and clipped answers whenever he was addressed. Yet he could still feel her eyes on him, it was intense and stifling. 

“Lee Mingun. What a clever name. Who gave it to you?” He turned to the woman, there was something about the way she said his name… “My old matron did.  I grew up in an orphanage you see…” There was a bit of satisfaction in seeing the slight flinch that she did after his response. All the more reason to believe that she knew who he was.  “How… How old are you now if you don’t mind me asking.” she pressed on. 

“Twenty-seven ma’am.” Her eyes turned teary this time. “I see…” The satisfaction was absent, instead he felt curious at her reaction. By then there were only the two of them left in the room, his boss had left them to talk. This wasn’t the way Mingun imagined he would meet his mother for the first time. While his emotions are still going haywire, the anger has settled into a cold and unfeeling indifference. It was the first tear that really put him into the edge, she was crying now and her hand was shaky against her lap. 

There was a tense silence between the two, for Mingun, being in her presence was painful and he wanted out. “If you have nothing more to say then I’ll head on–” He cleared his throat and moved to stand up only to be stopped by the other. 

“No. Please, stay for a bit. I… I have something to say.”  Ji Young met his own orbs and squared her shoulders.

“Yi Jung. Song Yi Jung, that’s the name of my son.”

Song Yi Jung. It rolled beautifully in his tongue yet it left a bitter taste. Yi Jung. The name that was supposed to be his – not the nameless orphan that he had been. 

“I had him when I was still in college. I was young and immature and his father was a force of nature; and just like that I have him growing inside of me.” At this point, Ji Young was shaky, tears dripped freely from her eyes yet she couldn’t bring herself to look at him. Mingun wanted to hear this. His childish dream of knowing the reason why he was abandoned was unraveling right there and then.  “I don’t understand why…” Mingun whispered. “Why tell me this?” 

Suddenly, Ji Young reached for his hand and held it tightly with hers. “Yi Jung-ah.” Mingun froze. He wanted to pull away but suddenly he couldn’t.

“It’s you. You’re Song Yi Jung. My son.” She reached for him and pressed her hand on the side of his face. Mingun remained frozen, the cold indifference that he held quickly melting. He glared at her. 

Something must have clicked in her mind that made her pull away. With a shaky breath she asked. “You knew?” Mingun only nodded. He stood up finally and turned away from her as the pain of the years of loneliness came truly crashing down. “Of course I knew.”

“How? I… How?” Ji Young stammered. “My old matron, she told me.” There were so many things that he wanted to say, but he remained mum. “I have known about it for a while now.” Mingun then faced his mother. “You left something when you abandoned me. That was your mistake. You should have made sure that you didn’t leave anything behind on something that you were going to leave behind.” 

Ji Young shook her head with her eyes screwed shut in pain. Mingun’s words surely had stung but what he had said were words that he had wanted to say. And still he wasn’t finished. 

“You don’t have to worry though. I’ll keep this secret until the end. I didn’t need a mother all my life and you standing here for whatever reason will not change that fact.” 

“Yi Jung-ah… Mingun-ah… I’m sorry… I did’t mean to–!” 

“Didn’t mean what? Get willingly pregnant and then leave your infant outside of an orphanage in the middle of winter? Didn’t mean to abandon your child? It was your choice.” Mingun’s voice was low. He kept his gaze on the older woman, who obviously was trying her hardest to keep herself together. It was painful to watch and Mingun had enough. He knew that this conversation was far from over but for now this is enough. 

“If you’re here to make sure that I won’t tell anyone about my identity. Like I said, you don’t have to worry. My name is Lee Min Gun. And it will always be Lee Min Gun.” 

[regensia]

@lured-into-wonderland / Nunnally said . . .

[ 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver lock eyes across the room

🌙 * ― 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒

He had to wonder if that was surprise on the little bunny rabbit's face when their eyes met. Easily was Jinho the tallest man in the room, uncommonly so, and stood out by far thanks to suave and collected demeanor paired with his carefully-maintained looks. He had come to learn the importance of the external, that people would be more permissive of times his mask slipped if he was considered more conventionally attractive. ( It very rarely slipped, though. ) It ultimately worked in his favor. The psychology of these animals was so simple to understand, to take advantage of.

Wrapping up his conversation with a particular congressman at this opening night function for some museum, there were all sorts of well-to-do rich and elites in the crowd. It figured Nunnally would be here, putting on her sweet little innocent act to impress people regarding her father. Too bad Jinho would only seize those strings that controlled her and use them for himself.

Moving through the crowd was easy as long as he conveyed his intent; the man painted on a pleasant smile and kept gaze fixated upon her. Whether others intended to speak to him or not mattered little as he moved past, not letting his eyes stray and become distracted.

❝ Nunnally. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised to see you here. You look stunning in that dress. ❞

[fatewild]

there’s quite a few characters on my page, so here’s a comprehensive list of my original characters with bad short summaries:

unaffiliated

shiri madrala,  wood elf druid. can be mean because she only knows how to talk to plants and snails. her first time out of her woodland ended up with getting a strange parasite, so she gets a bit defensive. wants to be able to turn into a stone golem.

tomcat,  faerie changeling sorcerer. pink disaster. used to be a slave to a witch who was stealing his magic and gave him permanent scars. despite that, he’s a sweetheart and a clingy optimist. can’t read, but can draw really well. has sunlight powers.

charis fray,  tiefling wizard. pink disaster 2.0. used to be a princess locked in a tower, and raised by a wailing wraith, hence why she can can be a little deranged at times. learned illusion magic from books inside the tower and is on a quest to learn more.

vesper ‘vale’ vallen’as,  3/4 elf cleric. professional curse breaker, secretly an author of erotic novels under a pen name. comes from a long line that originated from celestial bloodline, but basically left to live alone in his woodland home for years and years. has social skills of a wooden stick.

ginny montague,  human wizard. your friendly neighbourhood necromancer. comes from a happy family that lived by a graveyard, hence why her expertise is what it is. used to be bullied as a kid, but grew not to care. wants to become a dead people’s lawyer.

jinho,  half-elf monk. with a dash of sorcerer. the grumpiest doctor you’ll ever meet. it’s very easy to read him, so he’s not very mysterious. he died and got resurrected by his brother, who gave up his life, so he’s been accused of killing the only person he actually liked.

roberta silkwater,  halfling warlock. local housewife makes pact with a sea hag to save her son, has a year to live before her soul is consumed and body overtaken by said fiend. may or may not have the hag’s voice inside her head at all times.

dustin the just,  human fighter. formerly a noble, got disowned after he protected people they didn’t want to protect. currently sword for hire, a bit oblivious, easygoing. lights torches for other adventures and often tends to befriend monsters instead of killing them.

crime clan

morwen shask,  elven blooded half-orc rogue. equivalent to fantasy millennial. works as a waiter and bartender during the day, professional thief during the night. a really chill, but firm guy, who has big, warm hands and fairly attractive looks. is currently looking for his sister.

jade / mya oriseis,  elven blooded half orc sea cleric. runaway from home, formerly a pirate captain before a mutiny occurred and she was killed at sea along with her husband. resurrected by an enemy to the god she used to serve, currently amnesiac.

wren oriseis / wu haoran,  half-elf bard. adoptive favourite child, certified eldest sister. businesswoman first, performer second. runs an inn and a spy network, taking care of her baby siblings. very passionate about cooking, gordon ramsay style.

immortals

svalin / strife / dalen (originally),  demon / fake deity. formerly a half-elven bard. local bard gets randomly selected for a curse, sets a chain of events where he’s eventually thrown into the abyss, gets turned into a demon because he can’t die and becomes a substitute for a lazy deity at a wishing well.

salazar rust,  ghost in a locket, formerly half-drow warlock. former courtesan gets killed and put in a locket, slowly fading into oblivion and forgetting himself. is stuck in an antique shop of an aged gnome with zero trading skills. bored to death (literally).

affiliated

nayan searlas,  human rogue. former prince whose (almost) all family got killed before he ran away. has chronic main character syndrome, but tries to avoid it like a plague. for a while worked for a theatre group as a scenographer, costume designer and stage assistant.

[svtellite]

haneul studied jinho as he replied to him, softly nodding at his words while his eyes remained locked on the younger man in front of him. "listen," he exhaled while fixing his posture, "you have siblings don't you? sisters?" he knew the answer to that considering jaehwa never stopped talking about them. "put yourself in my shoes, what would you think if some guy tried to sneak into your sisters window in the middle of the night?" his brows shooting up while speaking. "you must admit, that doesn't look good — especially to our neighbors."

                                     jinho's eyes narrow at the comments the older man makes . partially because he can't stand being referred to as a kid , but second , due to the fact that he's unsure what the questioning of his intentions may imply . especially when it's supposed to be a discussion 'between men ' . jaehwa was his friend -- someone he harbored feelings for , and someone he treasured in more ways than one ; he couldn't help but feel that their bond was being disregarded despite how bad him sneaking through her bedroom window may have made it seem . ❛⠀⠀i intend to be with her ,⠀⠀❜���ㅤhe states as if it were the clearest thing in the world and the dumbest thing to doubt . ㅤㅤ❛⠀⠀the same as i always have . ⠀⠀❜ㅤ

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[evocatiive]

"Then why don't you illuminate to me what it is?" Jaw locking and teeth gritting, Jinho is on edge, hands curled up on his lap and fingers drawn together so tight that his knuckles turned white. His suspicions poked and prodded the front of his brain, occupying too many of his thoughts, and he needed some kind of assurance from Anthony that would be convincing. // @fadinglights

muse:  anthony lee, café owner/medium, 27 plot: could be anything, but maybe your muse is suspecting him of cheating when he's really just a medium who's kept his gigs a secret for obvious reasons open to: anyone

“it’s  not  what  you  think  it  is,  i  swear.”  anthony  sighs,  though  he  fails  to  elaborate  any  further.  how  does  one  ever  come  clean  with  what  he  has  been  hiding?  he  doesn’t  want  anything  to  change  between  them,  or  for  them  to  look  at  him  any  differently  than  they  used  to.