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persophine · 11 days ago

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HOW THEY REACT WHEN THEY FALL INLOVE AT FIRST SIGHT WITH YOU | PART 1 |- WINDBREAKER

Feat:(HUMMINGBIRD CREW) JAY JO,DOM KANG,MINU YOON

[🥀]WARNING:SLIGHT YANDERE THEME, CHEATING??,(MALE READER)

[🦋]WORDCOUNTS:2,455(I Calculate it)

•NOTES:I decided to open my arms with this fandom, I love this webtoon and I fall(hard)inlove with the characters and their development. I did try looking for a alive and active fandom and scenarios written about windbreaker, but unfortunately they're still few of those. Anyway, I wrote a fanfic about this one, visit my wattpad account if you wanna read it. WARNING!! READ THE NOTES BEFORE READING IT.

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•JAY JO

The classroom buzzed with its usual morning energy—laughter, conversations, and the shuffling of papers filled the air. Jay Jo sat quietly near the back, his face impassive as he reviewed his notes. The glasses perched on his nose reflected the sunlight streaming through the window, hiding the sharp focus of his dark eyes. His expression, cold and unreadable, kept most classmates at bay.

But Jay liked it that way. He preferred the peace and control that isolation granted him.

“Everyone, quiet down!” the teacher’s stern voice cut through the noise. “We have a new transfer student today.”

Jay barely paid attention. New faces came and went; none ever mattered enough to distract him from his routine. He flipped a page in his notebook without a second thought—until the soft tap of footsteps approaching the front of the class made him glance up.

“My name is (name) ,” the newcomer introduced himself, voice smooth and gentle, like a warm breeze on a cold day. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Jay's pen stilled.

Standing before the class was someone who looked almost ethereal. (name) had short, silky white hair that shimmered in the sunlight. His cerulean eyes sparkled with a kindness that made Jay’s chest tighten unexpectedly. The delicate beauty mark below his left eye only emphasized his flawless features.

Time seemed to slow.

Jay’s heart, which rarely reacted to anything beyond the thrill of racing, now pounded erratically in his chest. His grip on the pen tightened until his knuckles turned white. A strange possessiveness bloomed within him, fierce and immediate. He’s beautiful... perfect.

The teacher’s voice broke through Jay’s thoughts. “(Name) , you can take the seat next to Jay Jo.”

Jay's breath hitched.

(Name) walked toward him, each step deliberate and mesmerizing. The world blurred around Jay, leaving only (name) in sharp focus.

“Hello,” (name) greeted with a warm smile as he settled into the seat beside Jay.

Jay leaned slightly closer, his glasses catching the light. “Hi.”

It was a simple exchange, but Jay’s mind was already spinning. His thoughts became tangled with questions and quiet promises. Who are you? Why does my chest feel like this? He wanted to know everything—where (name) came from, what made him smile, what his voice sounded like when it wasn’t wrapped in introductions.

More than that, he wanted to keep (name) close.

The lesson dragged on, but Jay wasn’t paying attention. His eyes flickered toward (name) repeatedly, memorizing every detail—the elegant tilt of his head, the way his lashes cast shadows over his cheeks, the subtle curve of his lips. Jay felt a strange sense of pride knowing (name) was seated beside him, as though fate had already marked (name) as his.

A faint smile tugged at Jay’s lips, hidden by the glare of his glasses. I won’t let anyone take you away, he thought darkly.

When class finally ended, (name) began packing his things. Jay's hand moved instinctively, brushing against (name's) arm. (name) blinked, surprised by the sudden touch.

“Are you... okay?” (name) asked kindly.

Jay nodded stiffly, though his mind screamed a different answer. No, he wasn’t okay. (name's) presence had shattered his carefully crafted walls.

“Walk with me,” Jay said abruptly.

(Name) tilted his head, a curious smile forming. “Sure.”

As they walked down the hallway together, Jay noted how others stole glances at (name) . Whispers filled the air—admiration, curiosity, envy. Jay’s jaw clenched. He hated it. He hated how people looked at (name) like they had a right to admire him.

They didn’t.

Only Jay did.

(Name) belonged by his side, not surrounded by strangers who couldn’t appreciate his true worth. Jay’s protective instincts flared dangerously.

“You’re popular already,” Jay commented, voice flat but tinged with something possessive.

(Name) laughed softly. “I didn’t notice.”

Of course, (name) wouldn’t. He was too kind, too pure. Jay’s resolve hardened. He would protect (name) from anyone who dared to approach him with ill intentions—whether they knew it or not.

As they reached the school gates, (name)turned to Jay with that same gentle smile. “Thanks for walking with me, Jay.”

Jay's heart thumped violently in his chest. That smile... it’s mine.

He nodded, unable to trust his voice. As (name) waved goodbye and walked away, Jay stood rooted in place, watching until (name) disappeared from view.

A dangerous determination flickered in Jay’s dark eyes.

No one would take (name) from him. Not classmates, not strangers, not anyone. (Name) had entered Jay’s life by chance—but he wasn’t leaving.

Because Jay Jo always won his races.

And this was a race he had already decided to win.

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•DOM KANG

The meeting at the café had been decided after weeks of chatting online. Dom Kang wasn't one to believe in chance, but meeting (name) felt like destiny—twisted, consuming, and inevitable.

Their conversations had started with innocent exchanges about bikes, music, and life's simple pleasures. Dom hadn’t thought much of it at first, just another distraction from his chaotic world of racing, school, and night jobs. But (name) had drawn him in, his words gentle yet captivating, like soft threads weaving into Dom's mind until they were inseparable.

And now, Dom was obsessed.

(Name) was all Dom could think about—the ethereal image burned into his thoughts from the photos he'd seen. White silky hair, cerulean eyes shimmering like rare gemstones, and a beauty mark beneath his left eye that added an almost divine charm.

Dom had always been possessive by nature, whether it was about his place in the Hummingbird Crew or keeping Yuna’s attention in the past. But this? This was different. (name) wasn’t just someone Dom liked. (name) was his.

Standing in the café, Dom's jaw clenched as he scanned the room. He'd arrived early, deliberately choosing a table where he could see every exit. His sharp eyes tracked each person entering, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the table as if riding the edge of impatience.

When the door opened, Dom’s world shifted.

(Name) stepped inside, and Dom's breath caught in his throat. He was even more beautiful in person—soft, radiant, and completely oblivious to the attention he was drawing from the café patrons.

A dark flicker twisted in Dom’s chest.

Sin stepped inside, and Dom's breath caught in his throat. He was even more beautiful in person—graceful, radiant, and completely oblivious to the attention he was drawing from the café patrons.

A dark flicker twisted in Dom’s chest. They're staring at him.

Dom’s possessiveness flared. He forced himself to relax, reminding himself that soon (name) would be here, sitting across from him, talking only to him.

(Name's) eyes found his, and that serene, heart-stopping smile appeared. "Dom?"

Dom shot up from his seat, nearly knocking over the chair. His voice came out rougher than he intended. "Yeah. That’s me."

(Name's) smile softened as he approached. "It’s really nice to meet you."

Dom's lips curved into a smile, though it held an unsettling edge. "Same here. You look... perfect."

(Name) laughed softly, oblivious to the dangerous intensity behind Dom's words. "Thanks. You're sweet."

Dom pulled out the chair for (name) , a gesture that was more territorial than polite. As they sat down, Dom couldn’t take his eyes off him. Every blink, every slight movement, every word that fell from (name's) lips was etched into Dom’s mind like scripture.

The conversation flowed naturally—(name) talking about his love for nature, travel, and music while Dom offered glimpses of his life as a cyclist and member of the Hummingbird Crew.

But beneath the surface, Dom's thoughts churned darkly.

What if someone else tried to get close to him? What if (name) decided to meet someone else after this? No. That can’t happen. I won’t let it happen.

Dom's fingers drummed against the table as he fought to suppress the storm brewing inside him. His lips curled into a grin, though his eyes gleamed with something far more intense than amusement.

"You know," Dom said, leaning closer, "I'm really glad we met. Feels like I've known you forever."

(Name) tilted his head slightly, curiosity flickering in those jewel-like eyes. "That's sweet, Dom."

Dom's grin widened. "Yeah. And now that I’ve found you, I’m not letting you go."

(Name) laughed softly, taking it as a harmless joke. "You make it sound like I’m a rare treasure or something."

"You are," Dom said, voice low and unwavering. "More than you know."

The words lingered in the air, heavy with meaning that (name) didn’t fully grasp. But Dom knew what he meant—knew what he felt. (name) was his now, whether he realized it or not.

Dom's mind raced with plans. He'd already memorized (name's) social media profiles, tracked the places he frequented, and pieced together bits of information (name) had shared. If anyone tried to take (name) away, they'd regret it.

No one will come between us, Dom thought darkly.

As their meeting continued, (name's) gentle laughter filled the café, oblivious to the storm raging behind Dom's seemingly calm exterior.

By the time they parted ways, Dom watched (name) disappear into the distance, his heart pounding with obsessive devotion.

(Name) had no idea what he had walked into.

And Dom Kang?

He was ready to do anything—everything—to keep (name)by his side forever.

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•MINU YOON

The faint smell of antiseptic hung in the air as Minu Yoon limped through the hospital hallway, the rhythmic tap of his sneakers echoing softly against the pristine white tiles. His leg ached, a persistent reminder of the accident that had left fresh scars across his body. The dull throb in his side barely registered, overshadowed by the frustration swirling inside him.

Everything had been a blur since the crash—Jay’s concerned face, Mia's worried messages, Dom's steadying hand on his shoulder. It was supposed to be just another obstacle, another hit he could shake off with a laugh and grit. But lately, things hadn’t been that simple.

His mind was chaotic, turbulent. He was used to acting on impulse, driven by raw emotion. Fists flying when friends were in danger, reckless decisions made in the heat of the moment—those were second nature. But now, there was a strange, hollow feeling he couldn’t quite shake.

Turning a corner, Minu’s steps faltered as his eyes caught something—or rather, someone—that made his breath hitch.

Near the wide hospital window bathed in soft golden sunlight stood a figure that seemed almost surreal. The young man’s presence was magnetic, drawing every ounce of Minu's attention without effort.

He had short, silky white hair that shimmered under the light like silver threads, framing a delicate face with skin so flawless it seemed almost translucent. Cerulean eyes sparkled like rare jewels, soft yet distant, and a faint beauty mark beneath his left eye only added to his ethereal charm. The sleeveless silk shirt he wore clung gracefully to his frame, accentuating a presence both fragile and elegant.

Minu’s heartbeat quickened, thudding painfully against his ribcage. The ache in his leg was forgotten, replaced by something far more intense and consuming.

What is this? he thought, blinking rapidly as if to dispel a dream.

The stranger’s fingers adjusted a pulse monitor on his wrist, his movements gentle yet precise. His serene expression, untouched by the cold sterility of the hospital, made everything else fade into the background.

(Name)

Minu didn’t know his name yet, but that didn’t matter. All he knew was that this person—this soft looking being—had just become the center of his world.

His body tensed, fists clenching at his sides as an overwhelming surge of possessiveness washed over him. It wasn’t just attraction; it was something darker, deeper, and far more dangerous.

He’s mine. He has to be mine.

The thought struck with terrifying clarity, and instead of recoiling, Minu embraced it.

As if sensing the intensity of his gaze, (name) lifted his head. Their eyes met, and time seemed to stretch infinitely between them. (name's) lips curved into a gentle, polite smile—soft and innocent, completely unaware of the chaos he had just unleashed within Minu.

“Hi,” (name) greeted softly, his voice smooth and melodic. “Are you okay?”

Minu swallowed hard, forcing a grin despite the storm brewing inside him. “Yeah… just a little accident. Nothing serious.” His voice was rougher than usual, tinged with an intensity he couldn’t suppress. “What about you?”

(Name) hand instinctively brushed over his chest. “Weak heart,” he admitted with a faint laugh. “But nothing too dangerous.”

Dangerous?

Minu’s jaw clenched. The mere thought of anything threatening this fragile, perfect being was intolerable. Unacceptable.

“You should be more careful,” Minu said, his tone darker than intended.

(Name) blinked, a hint of surprise flickering in his eyes, but his gentle demeanor remained intact. “Thanks. I’ll try.”

As (name) turned to follow a nurse down the hallway, Minu’s body moved on instinct. He took a step forward, heart racing, every fiber of his being screaming to follow. To protect. To claim.

But he stopped himself, fists tightening until his knuckles turned white.

He watched (name's) retreating form with dilated pupils, his breathing uneven. The logical part of his mind told him it was absurd—he didn’t even know this person. They were strangers. And yet, the overwhelming desire to possess and protect (name) consumed him entirely.

Mia didn’t even cross his mind anymore. Her image blurred into irrelevance, a faint shadow eclipsed by the radiant presence of (name).

He’s too fragile for this world. I have to protect him. No one else will. Not even himself.

A dark smile curled at the edge of Minu's lips, the twisted seed of obsession taking root deep within him.

(Name) may not know it yet, but from this moment on, he belonged to Minu Yoon.

And Minu wasn’t the type to let go of what was his.

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