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You have been a faithful employee at Hanwool Group for about nine years, working diligently as the secretary to the current Vice President of Marketing, Park Joo-seok. Although the world knows him as the future CEO of Hanwool Group and the most eligible bachelor in South Korea, you know him better as your arrogant and workaholic boss.

Now that you have paid off all of your outstanding debts, nothing is holding you back from quitting your job and maybe even starting a whole new life. Just as you're about to hand in your resignation letter, however, your chaebol boss comes to you with an unexpected proposition.

“Marry me.”

??!! Is he being serious? Will you accept his (albeit not super romantic) proposal?? What will happen next?! Play to find out!

Planned Features

Play as the female lead of your very own romance K-drama!

Experience many tropes from the wonderful world of K-dramas (or skillfully avoid them, it's up to you!)

Choose between four different routes, each with its own unique storyline, sub-genre, Male Lead™, Villains, and more!

Fall in love at your own pace, perfect for slow-burn and fast-burn lovers alike!

Will you follow the script to your perfect happy ending, or stumble into a tragic one?

The Male Leads™

The Boss

Name: Park Joo-seok (박주석) Age: 33 Job: Vice President of Hanwool Group's Marketing Division

Pressured by his wealthy family to get married and take over the family business, but also feeling no desire to fall in love anytime soon, he turns to his loyal secretary of nine years (and the only woman he can trust) for help: you. All you need to do is enter a contract marriage with him and convince his family and the press that the two of you are truly in love. Can you successfully pull off this charade without catching feelings?

Inspired by What's Wrong With Secretary Kim?, Business Proposal, and Secret Life of My Secretary.

Tropes: office romance, contract marriage, fake relationship, rich man x poor woman

Links: Pinterest

The Idol

Name: Yoo Jae-min (유재민) Age: 26 Job: Idol in the K-Pop industry, represented by X Entertainment

After turning down your boss' marriage proposal, he assigns you to work on a current marketing project involving one of the biggest stars in the K-pop industry, Yoo Jae-min. Previously known as the cutest member of the former boy group, NOVA, he is now a successful solo artist with a face card that never declines. But don't be fooled by his adorable on-screen persona. For whatever reason, he seems to have a personal vendetta against you. Can you successfully work alongside him without letting tensions boil over?

Inspired by So I Married My Anti-Fan, Sh**ting Stars, Lovely Runner, and Moon In The Day.

Tropes: idol romance, enemies-to-lovers, forbidden love, secret relationship

Links: Pinterest

The Childhood Best Friend

Name: Lee Hae-jin (이해진) Age: 29 Job: Doctor, specifically a General Practitioner (GP)

After turning down your boss' marriage proposal and quitting your job, you decide to leave the high-paced corporate life and move back to your hometown on the coast. Turns out, you weren't the only one who had this idea. Once a successful doctor at one of the best hospitals in Seoul, your childhood best friend, Lee Hae-jin, now lives across the street from your grandmother's old place, where you are now staying. The thing is, you haven't spoken to him in over a decade, ever since your grandmother died. Will you break the ice and rekindle this old friendship, or is the past too painful to face?

Inspired by Summer Strike, Hometown Cha Cha Cha, and Welcome to Samdalri.

Tropes: friends-to-lovers, childhood meeting, second-chance romance, first love

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The Grim Reaper

Name: Reaper Kim/Kim Saja (김사자)/??? Age: ???? Job: ...the Grim Reaper

You've turned down your boss' marriage proposal, and quit your secretary job after nine years of dedicated hard work. Now what? You find yourself sitting on the roof of a building, and you slip on something. Just as you're about to fall to a certain death, some person grabs you and pulls you back onto the roof. But this is no ordinary person. There's something oddly supernatural about him and a familiarity you can't quite place. He wants to strike a deal with you. What exactly is his agenda, and will you agree to his terms?

Inspired by Doom at Your Service, Goblin, and My Demon.

Tropes: supernatural being x mortal, doomed love, reincarnation, fated love, amnesia

Links: Pinterest

Anticipated FAQs

Is MC gender-locked female & are the main love interests gender-locked male?

Currently, yes. Right now, it's just easier for me to write if I have consistent variables and characters in my head. It also helps me focus on just finishing the stories because I want to make sure each route gets the attention it deserves. Rest assured, I WILL introduce more gender options for both the MC and the main love interests, and it will be something I keep in mind as I'm writing!

How long is this game going to take to complete?

Unfortunately, it's probably going to take a really long time. This is one of the most ambitious writing projects I've done and life is unpredictable but I will do my best!

Are there more love interests/routes planned?

Um... is four not enough for you?! LOL just kidding! Right now, I just have four love interests/routes that are generally fleshed out. I'm very open to suggestions, so let me know if there is another type of love interest/sub-genre that you want to see represented!

Note: I will update this section as I get more questions :)

[inkieun]

Casualty - Pi Hanwool x F!Reader x Ma Minhwan

You didn’t know how long the lock would last. But you did know something: They were going to get in and when they did, they won’t hold back.

content warnings - dark!Hanwool plus dark!Minhwan, forced oral (m!receiving), blood, physical violence, broken wrist and gun kink.

word count : 3.4k

Shit. Shit. Shit. The word pulsed in your skull with every frantic step as you tore down the hallway, breath ragged, heart slamming against your ribs like it wanted out. Behind you, Hanwool. That fucking psycho. You didn’t dare look back. You rounded the corner, lungs burning and stopped dead in your tracks.

Minhwan. Leaning casually against the wall like he’d been waiting. That crooked, gleaming smirk cut across his face like a knife, and in his hand, his gun. Waving it around like a toy. “Surprise!” he called, sing-song and delighted. Panic surged. You whipped around, but it was too late, Hanwool had rounded the hallway, eyes locked on you, lips parted like he was tasting the chase. You were cornered.

Adrenaline surged as your eyes scrambled for escape. Your hand shot out and grabbed the nearest doorknob. please please please not be locked and a god you didn’t believe in answered. The door opened with a gasp. You slipped in and slammed it shut, twisting the lock with trembling fingers just as BANG! A fist slammed into the wood behind you.

“You think that lock’s gonna stop me?” Hanwool’s voice was a low snarl. “Open it, and I might leave your legs unbroken.” Another pound. Then another. The door shuddered like it could splinter. Your breath hitched.

You spun, eyes searching the room for something, anything to barricade the door.

There was nothing. Just students tables. Useless. A joke against the two psychopaths waiting outside. You pressed your back to the door, as if your weight alone could keep the monsters out. Another bang. Another scream. Another whisper of metal against metal, like Minhwan running the barrel of the gun along the door frame.

You didn’t know how long the lock would last. But you did know something: They were going to get in and when they did, they won’t hold back.

Your legs couldn’t keep up with the weight of their pounding. Each slam against the door sent a jolt through your spine, a slow collapse spreading from your knees. Your shoes began to slip on the slick tile just the sweat, fear, you couldn’t tell anymore.

And then, it stopped. Just silence, the kind that doesn’t feel like peace, but a warning. Like the world holding its breath before something terrible happens. You held your breath, spine still pinned to the door like your body alone could hold it shut. You didn’t trust it. You didn’t dare trust it.

You heard the footsteps walking away from the door. Like they wanted you to hear it. Like they wanted you to think it was over. Your heart slammed against your ribs, screaming don’t believe it. Every cell in your body buzzed with warning. You stayed pressed against the door, muscles locked, waiting for a sign. Anything. A breath. A shuffle. A shadow under the crack of light. Something to confirm they were still out there. But nothing came.

Five minutes passed, each one stretched thin with dread. Finally, you peeled your back off the wood, slow and careful, like movement alone might trigger something. You stepped away, just a little, just enough to feel your lungs work again. Shaky breaths. Numb limbs. You were calming down, but only in pieces.

Your eyes didn’t leave the door. You waited. Expected it to burst open at any second, both of them tumbling through with a grinning Hanwool and Minhwan dragging his stupid little gun. But still, nothing. Maybe they got distracted. Maybe whatever Gamin was doing downstairs finally pulled their attention. That was the whole point, wasn’t it? The only reason you were even in this school after hours.

But thinking about Hanwool, the shit he was doing inside these walls and the way the school board pretended none of it existed. It made your stomach twist. That’s why you joined Gamin’s study group. Why you agreed to be part of his plan. All you had to do was distract Seonho. Just a simple diversion. But somehow, some way, you got the wrong person’s attention. Hanwool. And his fucking sidekick.

Your legs moved before your brain could catch up. Instinct took over, raw and breathless. You pressed your ear to the door, straining for a sound, a whisper, anything that would tell you what waited on the other side. Nothing. The silence felt stretched too thin, like skin ready to tear. You exhaled, slow and trembling, and curled your fingers around the knob. The door creaked open just a sliver. You leaned forward and peeked out, your heart punching the inside of your chest.

Empty. The hallway stared back at you, blank and cold. No footsteps. No shadows. No one. You didn’t think. You ran. Feet slapping the tile, breath snagging in your throat like barbed wire. You barely made it ten steps before something yanked you backward so hard your neck cracked. A hand in your hair. Tight. And his voice, soft and too close to your ear. "Thought you could leave without saying goodbye?"

Hanwool’s voice cut through the silence like glass shattering in the not so empty hallway. Just sharp, sudden, and impossible to ignore. You flinched at the sound, every muscle in your body locking into place. Then came Minhwan. Whistling. Casual and off-key, like he wasn’t the type to hold a gun, like this was just another game he already knew he’d win. He circled around you slowly, steps lazy, eyes gleaming with that sick amusement he wore like perfume.

The cold metal pressed under your chin. He tilted your head up with the barrel, forcing your eyes to meet his. His smirk widened when he saw the fear. “That’s better,” he murmured, voice smooth like poison. “You should’ve just stayed put.”

Behind him, Hanwool watched without blinking. No rage. No mockery. Just that terrifying calm he wore when he was deciding how much pain to hand out. The kind of calm that came right before someone stopped being a person and became a problem to solve and you couldn’t breathe. Because this wasn’t about a warning anymore. It was punishment.

"Let’s head back to class," Hanwool said, voice soft, almost coaxing. You didn’t move. You weren’t walking into that room with those two psychopaths. You weren’t playing their game. In a single breath, you twisted.

Your elbow slammed into Hanwool’s gut, and as he staggered back a step, you swung a punch into Minhwan’s jaw. His head snapped to the side, and he collapsed with a grunt. You turned to run.

But Hanwool recovered too fast. His hand lashed out, fingers grazing your arm, trying to catch you like a spider pulling its web tight. You jerked away, body coiled with adrenaline. Minhwan, still on the floor, snarled. "Where the fuck do you think you’re going?"

His hand shot out and grabbed your ankle. You hit the floor hard. Your ribs knocked the breath from your lungs, and before you could crawl away, he was dragging you back. You twisted and kicked, your foot connected with his face. A sick crack followed. Blood poured from his nose as he screamed. "You bitch!"

His grip loosened. He tried to get up, but he was dazed. You scrambled forward until something heavy landed in the middle of your back. A boot. Pressed hard. Forcing you into the cold, filthy floor.

"Tsk, tsk, love," Hanwool murmured, his weight pinning you down. "Thought you could get away?" You thrashed beneath him, teeth clenched, but it was useless. "You can’t," he whispered into your hair. His breath was hot against your scalp. "You were never going to." Minhwan staggered up behind you, wiping at his bleeding face, gun back in his hand. His expression was pure venom.

"She fucking broke my nose," he spat. "That was a wrong fucking move." Hanwool yanked you upright by your hair so hard your vision went white at the edges. You couldn’t even scream. He twisted you to face Minhwan, who raised the gun, the metal flashing under the hallway lights. Then he brought the barrel down.

It smashed into your cheek with a wet, blunt crack. Your head whipped to the side. Blood dripped from your nose, warm and steady. The hallway spun. “Still think you’re going anywhere?” Minhwan sneered, breath thick with rage.

Hanwool gripped your arm like it belonged to him. His fingers dug into your skin, bruising on contact. You kicked and twisted, but it only made him more amused. “Keep struggling. Makes it more fun,” he said, voice low and flat, like he was bored and entertained at the same time. You clawed at his arm, at the walls, at the air. None of it mattered. 

He dragged you down the hallway, your shoes squealing against the tile, back toward the classroom. The one that had been your safe haven. Your hiding place. And when he opened the door and flung you inside, that illusion shattered. You hit the floor hard, palms burning against the cold linoleum. The door slammed shut. You heard the click of the lock. Hanwool. Minhwan. You. No way out.

You scrambled to your feet. “Stay the hell away from me,” you said, but your voice cracked halfway through. Minhwan laughed, wiping dried blood from under his nose. “Still got fight in her,” he said, tossing the gun back and forth between his hands like a toy. “You’re lucky I don’t break your jaw.”

“You already tried,” you spat. “Didn’t even knock me out.” He lunged. You dodged, barely, and shoved over a desk to block him. It crashed to the floor between you with a bang that echoed through the empty building. Hanwool stepped forward. He didn’t rush. That was what made it worse. You threw a chair at him. He caught it. Like it was nothing.

Minhwan moved first. He jumped the desk, grabbing your wrist. You drove your knee into his stomach, twisting to break free, but Hanwool was already behind you. His hand wrapped around your neck not tight enough to choke, but enough to control.

“You should’ve stayed quiet,” he said. His breath brushed your ear. “Should’ve been a good girl. But no... you wanted to play hero.” You elbowed him again. This time, he grunted and stepped back. You turned, fists up, blood smeared across your face, heart thudding like it wanted out of your chest. “You gonna hurt me?” you said, breathless. Hanwool smiled. Not wide. Just enough to show his teeth. “No,” he said. “Not yet.”

Minhwan circled you like a predator, slow and pacing, jaw clenched. “Gamin’s downstairs, right? Think he’s gonna save you?” “You idiots are gonna regret this,” you said, though your voice was shaking now. “He’s coming.” Minhwan chuckled. “Then we better hurry.” Hanwool nodded. “Let’s begin.”

You didn’t wait. As soon as Hanwool’s voice cut the air “Let’s begin” you moved. You lunged at Minhwan first. He was closer. You caught him off-guard with a punch to the side of his face. His head snapped to the left and he stumbled into a desk, cursing through gritted teeth.

Then you turned on Hanwool, blood rushing in your ears. You swung once, twice but he stepped back just enough to avoid both. He was watching you like a wolf letting its prey wear itself out. “You done?” he asked, voice quiet and unreadable. You didn’t answer. You ran at him, fists clenched, rage blind.

That was your mistake. He caught your arm mid-swing. His fingers closed around your wrist like a vice. Then, without even blinking, he twisted. You screamed. A sharp, raw sound that cracked the air. Your wrist bent at an angle it wasn’t meant to. Pain flooded your body, hot and instant, like fire under your skin.

You dropped to one knee, cradling your arm. “Looks broken,” Hanwool said calmly. “You’ll have trouble writing after this. Shame.” Minhwan recovered behind you. He was bleeding again lip split, nose leaking but the smile he wore now was ugly with satisfaction.

“You’re scrappy, I’ll give you that,” he said, wiping his mouth. “But scrappy doesn’t mean strong.” You tried to get up, teeth clenched against the pain, but Hanwool shoved you backward. You crashed against a desk, your broken wrist slamming the edge. You saw white for a second. Then everything pulsed black.

“Thought you’d be smarter,” Minhwan said, kicking the chair beside you out of his way. “You think your lover boy is coming to save you.” Hanwool leaned over you, eyes unreadable. “Is this the part where you start begging?”

“I’m not afraid of you,” you gasped, holding back tears, holding back everything. He knelt beside you, tilting his head like he was studying something. “You should be.” Then he backhanded you once, sharp and fast. Your head snapped sideways. You tasted blood in your mouth.

“I warned you,” Hanwool said, standing again. “This didn’t have to be personal but you made it personal. Running your mouth.” You tried again to stand. 

Hanwool loomed over you, his shadow swallowing you whole as he pushed you down, the impact jarring your bones. His lips curled into a cruel smile, eyes glinting with something unreadable, something that made your stomach twist.

"Well," he mused, fingers toying with his belt buckle, the click of it unfastening too loud in the suffocating silence. "Look at you, right where you belong. Now, let’s see if that mouth can do something worthwhile." Your breath hitched, panic clawing up your throat. "Hanwool—please, don’t—"

Minhwan’s laughter cut through your begging, sharp and mocking. He righted the chair he had kicked over and dropped into it, leaning forward with predatory interest. "Oh? The begging’s started already?" His grin widened, all teeth. "This is gonna be fun."

You lunged, teeth bared, aiming for Hanwool’s wrist but Minhwan moved faster. A fist tangled in your hair, yanking you back so hard your scalp burned. His lips grazed your cheek, breath hot and sickly sweet against your skin. "Ah, ah," he tutted. "None of that."

Hanwool’s fingers traced your jaw, tilting your face up. His thumb pressed against your bottom lip, smearing the blood from your nose. "Open." The command slithered down your spine, icy and inescapable.

Your mouth opened, trying to make this easier, even though it only made the tears well faster.  "Good," Hanwool murmured, as the world narrowed to the gleam in his eyes and the weight of his touch. "Now let’s see how good that mouth really is."

His length pressed against your tongue, the rhythm brutal as he set a punishing pace, his words slicing through the moment. "Yeah, that’s it. Take it. Choke on it, pretty bitch. That’s what you’re good for, huh? All that attitude, and this is where you belong on your knees, drooling all over me."

Minhwan’s hand, still twisted in your hair, yanked your head back slightly, just enough to control the angle. "So fucking messy already. Look at you." His free hand drifted down, trailing over your shoulder, sliding under your shirt, knuckles grazing your skin like he owned it.

He inhaled deeply, his nose buried in your hair. "You smell so fucking sweet like this. Like fear." His hand slipped lower, popping open the buttons of your skirt, sliding it up with infuriating slowness until it bunched around your hips. "Don’t stop," Hanwool growled above you, his grip tightening on your jaw as he fucked your throat harder, watching the tears spill down your cheeks.

Minhwan dragged the cool barrel of his gun across your stomach, then higher, the metal tracing lazy circles around your ribs, up to the swell of your breasts. He flicked the tip across one nipple through the thin fabric, the contrast of cold steel and heat making you shudder. "Sensitive, huh? Fuck, you’re just made for this," he whispered in your ear, his voice dripping with mockery as the gun slid lower, trailing down your abdomen, stopping at the damp heat between your thighs.

He pressed the barrel against your clothed clit, grinding it in slow, deliberate circles. "Look how wet you are. Acting like you don’t want this, but this cunt is telling me the truth." He laughed, soft, mean. "You love this, don’t you? Love being our little toy."

Hanwool’s pace stuttered, a growl rumbling in his chest. "Bet she’s gonna come just from this. Aren’t you? Gonna make a mess all over Minhwan’s gun while choking on my cock?" Minhwan licked the shell of your ear, his hand pressing the barrel harder against your throbbing clit.

Minhwan’s fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, his breath hot against your ear as he tore them away with a sharp, careless rip. The fabric gave way too easily. His laughter was low, dark, curling around you like smoke.

"Look at that," he murmured, dragging the barrel of the gun down, tracing the slickness between your thighs. "Already dripping for us. Pathetic." You flinched as the cold metal pressed against your entrance, the contrast of steel and heat making your muscles clench instinctively. Minhwan tutted, gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. "None of that," he warned, before pushing the gun inside with one brutal thrust.

The stretch burned but he didn’t stop, didn’t let you adjust. Just buried it deeper, his fingers tightening in your hair as he leaned in, lips brushing your ear. "Fuck, you take it so well. Like you were made for this."

Hanwool’s grip on your jaw tightened, his cock hitting the back of your throat with every snap of his hips. "She’s gagging," he mused, voice rough with pleasure. "But she’s still sucking me like she needs it. Look at her, Minhwan. Look at how fucking ruined she is."

Minhwan pulled the gun out slowly, just to shove it back in, the rhythm cruel. The ridges of the barrel dragged against your walls, the cold metal warming with your body’s betrayal. "You feel that?" he whispered, twisting it just to hear you whimper. "That’s what happens when you act like you’re too good for us."

Hanwool’s breath became rougher. "Gonna come down her throat while you fuck her with that," he gritted out. Hanwool’s thrusts grew erratic, his fingers digging into your cheeks. "Gonna come down this pretty throat," he growled. "And you’re gonna swallow every drop, aren’t you?" 

Minhwan’s free hand slid around your waist, pressing the gun deeper as his other hand yanked your head back by your hair, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes were black with something hungry, something vicious. "And when he’s done," he murmured, "I’m gonna make you come on this gun. Gonna make you scream while you do it."

The barrel twisted inside you, hitting a spot that made your vision blur. Somewhere, Hanwool was groaning. Somewhere, Minhwan was laughing.  You were falling apart between them, their names like a prayer and a curse on your lips. 

The air was thick with the scent of sweat, salt, and something darker like cruelty given flesh. Hanwool’s breath came in ragged bursts as he forced himself deeper down your throat. His hips stuttered, his voice a rough growl against the damp silence of the classroom.

"That’s it," he gritted out, "take it. All of it." You choked, tears burning hot tracks down your cheeks, but he didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. His grip tightened, his other hand digging into the hinge of your jaw, holding you open as he groaned, low and filthy. "Gonna come down this pretty throat, take it" he snarled. And you did. Because you had no choice.

Minhwan watched, his dark eyes gleaming with something feral as he pressed the gun deeper inside you, the cold metal a brutal contrast to the heat of your own body. "Good girl," he purred, thumb swiping over your bottom lip, smearing spit and tears. "Now let’s see you come for me."

The barrel twisted, hitting a spot that made your vision splinter. A broken sound tore from your throat, half-sob, half-scream, as your body betrayed you, shuddering around the unforgiving steel. Minhwan’s laugh was soft, almost tender, as he slowly pulled the gun free. He brought it to his lips, tongue flicking over the glistening metal, his eyes never leaving yours. "Tastes like victory," he mused. "Or maybe just desperation."

Hanwool finally pulled out of your mouth with a wet sound, his hand patting your cheek too hard to be affectionate. "Next time," he said, voice dripping with false sweetness, "pick the winning team."

Minhwan stood, putting the gun away with a smirk. "Yeah. Might save you the broken wrist." Your injured hand throbbed in time with your heartbeat, useless at your side. They left you there, a wrecked, trembling mess on the classroom floor, their laughter echoing down the hall like a promise. This wasn’t over.

But for now, you were just another casualty in their game. And you did. Because you had no choice.

[sunnysana]

Kim Suncheol x F! Reader / hospital buddies

Summary: You and Suncheol met each other in the hospital frequently and get closer. What will it become?

Warning(s): none?

A/N: I don't know if there are many Suncheol lovers out there, but when I got the idea to write about this, I just had to. I haven't seen a fic about him before so I'll have to make one myself. I hope you guys enjoy it!

There you are again, the same place with the never-ending white walls. Neat and sterile as a hospital should be.

You visited the place often as your younger sibling had been placed there diagnosed of a rare disease. It is curable. However, it would take time to heal.

That's why they have to stay in the hospital for an unknown amount of time. So often after school you head there to pay them a visit.

Though maybe it's not the only reason you visit the place this often. There's this attractive guy who comes to visit the room next to your sibling often around the same time as you. Though you like to call it a bonus of coming here often.

You've chatted many times with him for the last couple of weeks as you crossed paths. You found out he's around your age, but a year higher whose school is Yuseong technicall high.

However, you were from a neighboring school. To be honest, you've heard tons of bad rumors about his school and how it's a crazy place you don't mind it.

How can he be dangerous when he's so sweet and polite to you and the man he visits? Maybe you're a bit naive. He does look a bit rugged from the outside with his piercings, but that's just your type. He's just a secret softie somewhere inside.

Just as you were about to leave to get back home you spot Suncheol leaving his grandfather's room about to close the door. He had told you about how much his grandfather liked to study and frequently did a test.

Suncheol noticed you, too, and stopped his tracks. "Oh, hey, I didn't think I'd see you again," he stated meanwhile he had hoped upon arrival he'd catch a glimpse of you. His friends would definitely laugh at him if they saw the way he was around you.

You replied with a chuckle and asked the question that had become a routine. "How is he doing?" And he'd always ask the same. "He's doing alright as usual. How about the brat?" He says playfully. "Just fine but not healing yet... wanna head for a walk senior? We have to head the same way anyway"

You nudged him and took his arm, linking it with yours with a playful smile etched on your face teasing him. On the inside, he blushed like a school girl but tried keeping up an indifferent expression but a small smile to look tough.

What you both didn't know was that his grandpa had seen the encounter from the space between the unclosed door, making him smile. It gave him a bit of hope to see his grandson around a good girl, though he had already known about you.

Suncheol had mentioned you to his grandfather before when he was asking around like usual about his life and when he'd finally get a girlfriend. He just tried to play it off as nothing serious but a small crush.

"Oh, the junior wants to go on a walk?" He received the same energy passing the vibe. "Sure, I'm sure you're dying to chat again as always."

You started walking through the white halls to the exit, still holding his arm losely. Luckily, no one from yuseong was around, or he'd have been ridiculed for acting this softly. He's not exactly known for being the brightest as he's Hanwools 'underling'.

Though his two best friends would probably be proud of his for finally getting closer to you as they know about you cause they've spotted him around you at the hospital exit before.

The walk was nice as you both chatted away like usual. Like an immediate click, you both got along from the start as you've never experienced before.

He made you feel a bit shy even though you're extroverted by nature. Even you managed to see him behind the tough facade he had built and have seen the real him. Though you had no clue about the way he acts at Yuseong.

Footsteps are heard on the pavement as you walk side by side, nearing a convenience store. He had been thinking about ways he could un obviously ask you on a date and got a perfect idea.

"Hey, it's getting a bit late, wanna grab some Ramyeon? My treat." He offered, trying to make it seem casual. "Bet! sounds good. I could use a bite to eat. I'm starving for some Ramyeon."

You accept his suggestion, happy he somewhat asked you out. That's what you liked to think. What you both were oblivious to was the fact you both wished it was a real date.

He opened the door for you, and you both head in, picking out your favorite type of ramyeon. You start preparing them with hot water as he purchases some drinks.

With the steaming hot cups, you walk to a seating area and wait for him to sit opposing to you. Subconsciously, you place your head on your hand leaning on the table as you admire him from afar.

Your friends would probably think you have an odd type, especially cause he's from a school like Yuseong, but you never cared.

You quickly raise your head up and perfect your posture a bit as he takes a seat, placing two bottles of strawberry milk on the table. He had picked it with the thought of you when picking it, associating you with the sweet flavor and cute demeanor

"You do like strawberry milk, right?"? He says, popping a straw in each drink, hoping he got something you like. "Yeah it's my favorite actually" a small blush tints your cheeks making them a bit rosy "thanks".

That relieved him, and he took a sip himself. "I've never really been the one for sweet things however lately I've been doubting that." He states knowing he's hinting its you but hoped you wouldn't catch on.

"What made you pick this then?" You place the end of the pink straw in your mouth and sip on it as well, looking him in the eyes. He thought for a moment and replied, "Just started liking something sweet lately. I just got a craving for it. Actually kinda like it now."

He admitted sheepishly before trying to shift your attention. "Here, let me help you with this..." he reaches out before you could react and open the lid of the ramyeon cup more than you had when pouring in water, ripping it off with care. Making your heart flutter.

"You know, you're not bad for a Yuseong senior," you mumble shyly. His heart skipped a beat, noticing your demeanor.

A chat and cup of ramyeon later you both finish up and he throws aways the emty cups. Then signals for you to come with a nod of his head to come so you can head out together.

Only inches apart, you walk side by side, leaving the convenience store you had both had your first unofficial date at.

It wasn't that late yet, and you didn't wanna part ways yet so you brought up an offer. "Wanna hang out more? My place is right around the corner and my parents aren't home right now..."

You try to be smooth and casual but fail to hide your nervousness anticipation his reply.

He, on the other hand, didn't think you'd ask. He had been trying to get an excuse to be with you for longer as well and saw this as a perfect opportunity.

"Yeah? Sure, let's go." He accepted freaking out a bit inside, the cute girl he'd be pining on for a while now asked him over to her place? Ofcourse he's accepting that.

The walk was short but pleasant. As you get there, you both take your shoes off and get on the sofa. Sitting a bit closer than usual, he speaks up after some conversation. "You know, it was really fun back there... do you maybe wanna go on a real date next time?"

He tried acting tough and cool to impress you but failed to hide his nerves. He had been trying to man up and ask you out for real the whole night. Now he finally got confident to ask he just had to pray you'd accept.

You, on the other hand, became a blushing mess. You had been only dreaming on this moment but not daring to believe it would happen. "You wanna go on a date with me?"

You process and light up with joy. "Yes, yes please, you don't know how long I've been waiting for you to ask." You hug him.

Imagine the reaction of his grandfather and friends when they find out just how much of a softie he became for you.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

A/N: I loved writing this smmmm. It's so fluffy and cute to me, and I hope you guys think the same. Now I'm just hoping there's people who know/like this cutie.

More requests coming up soon!

[gaia56s]

Fics I would like to see in weak hero fanfiction

1. Seongje and sieun becoming friends or more.

2. Baekjin and sieun becoming friends through studying.

3. Suho becoming friends with eunjang trio

4. Baku having one sided crush on sieun . Maybe Suho realizing it and becoming jealous.

5. Baku/sieun ship or gotak/sieun or baekjin/ sieun or seongje/sieun with suho as his platonic soulmate.

6. Gotak and juntae fluff

7. Baku and baekjin ship or friendship. Baekjin getting redeemed

8. I know some of you are not going to agree with this idea but I really need a fic where suho after getting super well goes with sieun to find Beomseok because they recognize what he did came from a place of deep loneliness and they were once close friends. Redeemed Beomseok.

9. Weak hero season 1 characters(students in byeoksan school and teachers) react to weak hero s1 and s2 show.

10. After suho gets well, they meet villains from season 1. Characters from season 1 and season 2 meet and their reaction to each other ( it can be villains meeting each other or heroes meeting villains)

11. I really need more of sieun friendship shenanigans with eunjang trio

12. Baku and suho fighting over sieun( sieun can choose either one or end up with seongje).

13. All these ships (baekjin/baku, baekjin/sieun, seongje/sieun, suho/sieun, baku/sieun, gotak/sieun, juntae/gotak, gotak/humin, gotak/seongje, seongje/juntae, seongje/sieun/suho, seongje/juntae/gotak)

14. Baku/sieun/suho ship

15. Baku/sieun/baekjin ship

16. Suho becoming friends with eunjang trio.

Crossover fic ideas

1. Hanwool and baekjin meeting each other because they are both high school students running crime rackets to make money

2. Gamin and sieun meeting each other or any study group and weak hero character meeting each other.

3. High school frenemy crossover because let's face it saint came really close to accidently becoming beomseok.

I am begging the writers here to write a fic with any of these ideas and after you finished writing please tag me so I can read them. I am unfortunately not good at writing so I have utmost respect for you beautiful souls that write to make your stories alive. You have my deepest thanks and keep being you. You guys are the ones that are feeding my fandom soul . Love you guys so much. No words are enough to show my appreciation.

[https-immotmari]

❝ I had really sweet dreams yesterday ❞ ─── rules!

RULES!

this blog will be only for fluff, angst with comfort/happy ending, maybe a bit of yandere and for fun since, for me, I don't want to mix up the two sides of ying and yang. or those who wants the opposite of it, I've already made a side blog, although, it needs some final touches.

please mention/say the gender of the reader in your request, either female or gender neutral! (apologies to those who wanted a male!reader, I'm still not yet ready, hopefully in the future I will)

I can only take up to 3-4 characters per request, there's honestly a lot of characters in the fandoms.

please don't request anything lewd, I'm still a minor.

with your request, you guys can detail it as much as you want since sometimes my brain just needs a head start to come up with a scenario/story.

please be respectful and patient with me, and anymore writers, since I also have a personal life out of social media.

your request can be either romantic or platonic.

also, don't forget to mention if you want headcannons, short scenarios, etc, etc. I don't write/tolerate anything disgusting or uncomfortable like incest, pedophilia, racism, etc.

If I may feel uncomfortable with any request, which is gonna be rare, I can always decline it.

FANDOMS!

fandoms that mari is in and writes for:

reminder: that the names with the color purple on it are indicating that they are strictly platonic

study group - gamin yoon, hanwool phi, minhwan ma, jiwoo lee, heewon choi, sehyun kim, jun lee, hankyeon lee, geonyeob park, minhee jang, siwon cheon, sunchul kim, hyeonu lee, (may possibly add more)

blood of the butterfly - maehwa baek, jaeyon shing, sara lopez, hajin seo, (may possibly add more)

akuneko (devil butler with [a] black cat) - all of the devil butlers + muu, (may probably add more)

i became the male lead's adopted daughter - phileo, leonia, (may possibly add more)

zomgan - mirae on, (may possibly add more)

becoming the dark hero's daughter - lea/leticia, jade de lewelton, duke kallen de lewelton, marianne de lewelton, (might add more)

project sekai - vivid bad squad, wonderlands x showtime, (may add more since I've still have to read the other bands stories)

twisted wonderland - possibly all + grim and ortho (except for the adults and event characters)

surviving as a maid in a horror game - adrian caiser von der paltzgraf, hilda (might add more)

[anqelically]

Do you write study group?

heyy as of right now i don’t but maybe in the near future since it’s all i’ve been thinking about !! but even then i’d probably only write about hanwool and geonyeob (maybe gamin too)

[imamxdel]

The flowers were beautiful. Then again, Sorom had no idea where they were supposed to put one hundred flowers in their small apartment without the petals falling everywhere. Maybe she could find a way to dry them and make them in to some sort of decoration to remember the moment.

"You don't have to buy me things to show your love," she said, kissing his cheek. "It's beautiful, Hanwool. I guess...I guess my present to you was making the pork belly pieces big for you." He bought her flowers, she cooked him his favorite meal. "Why don't you start eating while I find a place to put these?" @dencesin

Hanwool was surprised when Sorom hugged him. Pulling the flowers away, he set it down to properly hold her. Flushing at her honesty, he tugged at his earlobe as the distance closed between the two of them.

“I also did, noona… but I just… I wanted to show you that I’m happy to be your partner for life, and wanted to make it special. It’s why I bought the flowers and the necklace- but it took so long to wrap the flowers. I didn’t realize how big a hundred roses were. I just hope you like it.” @imamxdel

[imamxdel]

[ APPROACH ]  our muses haven’t been intimate yet and receiver finally broaches the subject to sender.  [ Hanwool -> Harper ]

Harper loved Hanwool. He treated her kindly and took care of her just the way she needed, but not entirely the way she wanted.

After their shy first kiss, Harper wasn't as nervous anymore. She cuddled with him all the time, hugged him, sat in his lap. There wasn't such thing as personal space anymore, and she thought after about six months of dating that maybe she could try to take their relationship to another level. Hanwool might have been the only man in the world that didn't seem to care about physical intimacy, and it scared her just a little.

"Can I have a kiss?" she asked sweetly, smiling when Hanwool gave her a peck. Harper leaned in to kiss him again, matching his pleased expression, then again, and let it last a few seconds longer. No resistance. Then longer, and started moving her mouth across his jaw and neck, hinting that she wanted to move things further. Harper slid to straddle his lap, though didn't feel his arms go around her waist and his head seemingly turned so she couldn't kiss him anymore.

Not wanting to put him in to feeling uncomfortable, since he'd made it clear early in their relationship he wasn't used to physical touches with a girl, she pulled away, though still stayed sitting on his lap.

"Do you...not want to?" she asked, hiding the hurt in her voice because this couldn't be about her and her selfish desires. "It's okay, oppa. If you're not ready, it's okay. We can keep waiting until you are ready." Harper took both his hands in each of hers, pulling them up to kiss his palms.

"But what if I'm not ready, Harper? What if I don't know how to make you happy?"

Harper frowned. He'd made her happy already in the last six months without it. Though she was still a woman, contrary to what others believed, did have needs and desires. She wanted to feel wanted and satisfied; she'd already known Hanwool wouldn't be the type to fulfill every desire, but maybe he'd surprise her.

"Then we keep waiting for as long as you need," she assured him, bending down to kiss his cheek with nothing but love for her boyfriend. "If you want, I could...teach you how. Show you, if you wanted. We could practice...

fun bedroom times // @dencesin

[levantcrs]

"That's a good idea, at least there's more space for them to run around. Maybe in one of those ball pits!" Oh the thought had Hanwool excited already, jumping into a large ballpit and playing in it. "You're not innocent! Sora! It's dinner buddy!" He shouted out as he placed all the plates and chopsticks on the table along with some bowls of rice. "Let's eat!"

"we can see if we can rent out like a play center for the party" chris giggles. he manages to come back with sora walking in front of him, "ha'woo appa~!" the toddler greets, running to him happily, "ready to eat? hanwool appa cooked for us."

@dencesin

[loveschoice-if]

can we know more about the idol route? did you take inspiration from a specific kpop idol?

Hey anon, great questions!

Warning: long read and potential spoilers!

When I first came up with the idea for this game last year, I knew one of the storylines had to be inspired by one of my favorite enemies-to-lovers dramas at the time, which was So I Married An Anti-fan. However, due to the plot that I had already written myself into via the What's Wrong With Secretary Kim intro, the route started to resemble Sh**ting Stars. Basically, this drama is about the enemies-to-lovers relationship between an idol and his PR manager, which is more or less the exact situation that MC will find themselves in.

But how does MC go from secretary to PR manager? Well, after MC turns down the boss' marriage proposal, the boss asks MC to help him find a suitable actress who can be his fake wife instead of MC. To do this, the boss arranges for MC to help out with an advertising collab that the idol is doing with Hanwool Group. This allows MC to visit X Entertainment and keep an eye out for potential candidates without suspicion. MC meets the idol and the rest of the idol's team during this project, and MC's work ethic/PR skills from working as a secretary really impress the idol's road manager, who then offers MC a permanent job at X Entertainment as the idol's PR manager. For this route to happen, MC will have to accept this job offer, but it can be for a variety of reasons.

From that point on, MC will work alongside the idol as they embark on various projects, like photoshoots, more commercials, maybe launching a nationwide tour or guest-starring in an upcoming K-drama? I think I want MC to play a role in which projects the idol ends up taking, as well as help shape the idol's image through these projects. In addition to that, MC is also continuing to work for the boss by secretly finding suitable actresses in unknown but talented trainees. But MC isn't the only one with secrets; as you spend more time with the idol, you'll also get a chance to uncover their past and get to know the human being behind the idol.

As for your second question, I did take inspiration from real K-pop idols in terms of physical appearance! I wanted the idol to have a fairy-like appearance with a very cutesy and innocent persona because I liked the contrast between that and a potentially dark and broody personality underneath. In my head, I picture the male idol looking like Felix from SKZ and the female idol looking like Rosé from Blackpink.

BTW, I have more inspo photos on my Pinterest boards for each route, linked in the pinned post! I think I added it last week but I forgot to say anything :P

[yaatrickyassification]

I want some angst plot but can't think of anything soo, Could I request for study group geonyeob and hanwool (plus minhwan if you're okay) with reader giving them silent treatment please, thank you in advance!

Thank you for your request!

[ Park Geon Yeob, Hanwool Phi, Minwhan Ma x Gn! Reader ] - Reader gives them the silent treatment.

Park Geon Yeob:

He's confused, did he do something wrong? What is it? What does he need to do to fix it? Please talk to him. When you showed no signs of talking and continued with your silent treatment, he felt like losing everything all over again. Please look at him, don't turn away from him, were you afraid of him? Well, he doesn't blame you. With how hell-bent he is on getting the revenge he considers the fact that it made him look like a monster. But he thought that you can look past that and still love him all the same.

Seeing how you look like you have no qualms about not showing any affection and even turning on him with nothing but a cold gaze left him all feeling bothered and empty inside, weren't you supposed to love him? Was all the I love you muttered every night with a bated breath and loving gaze all fake? What about the promise of loving each other till death do us part? Were you falling out of love? He shook his head when he thought of that, of course, you wouldn't. You still love him right?

He decided to give you some space first, maybe you were going through a tough time and needed some bit of space for yourself. When you're all finished with tying all of the loose ends is when he'll exert himself in your life again and will comfort you in whatever way you want. Until you didn't.

A day goes by without talking to each other, no it's fine you need time. He can wait.

A week goes by without talking to each other, and he realizes that you needed more time than he thought, it's fine he assures himself, you always waited for him, and it's time for him to do his part.

A month goes by and he knows, he knows, like a whisper from a devil that goes through his mind every anxious night, are you sure they still love you? You're the only one holding on right now? Isn't it time to let go of them by now? And he cries. Yeah, maybe it is time to talk. He cursed under his breath. You weren't dead like his mother, but why does this hurt like that night when his mother died in his arms as he watched with widened, traumatic eyes as the blood seeps out of her body?

And he showed up right outside of your door, tear tracts fully hidden by the rain as he stood with his feet wobbling. "If you don't love me anymore, say it. Don't hurt me with this nonsensical game of yours."

Hanwool Phi:

Hanwool Phi knows that he is a hard man to love, he knows that so much that at times, he thought that he was the one at fault. A wrong word can send someone down the wrong path. He knows all of it. He is quite experienced when it comes down to it, of course.

He had incited, manipulated, and destroyed people's lives like it was some useless gum stuck under the heel of his shoes, people may hate him for it. But this is the only way to somehow lessen the guilt that has been eating him alive without any ounce of rest.

And when you came into his life, like that pesky teacher of his who tried so hard to worm her way into his hateful cycle of deceit, manipulation, kill, and everything repeats. He thought, how long will this fragile happiness last when his father who has no qualms about killing people for the life that he wants for his son (did he ever once treat him as a son?) Will it last?

And he dreads the time that he knows will come sooner or later. After you have ignored him and even didn't look at him like he was scum that didn't need any of your warmth and rays of affection, like a starving man he goes after you. "Hey! What's wrong with you?" And with a cold glare sent in his way, him faltering.

And he chokes on his tears as his thoughts rise, have he forgotten? He is a Phi too, he shares the same blood with that despicable father of his, how funny that he thinks that it was his father who has always stomped on his happiness when he was the one who has always done it with his own two hands. Ah, I am his son, he thought.

"Are you leaving me? If you are, don't say anything to Hansol. You know that she's going to throw a tantrum because of it. Little kids like her shouldn't know about this kind of stuff yet."

Minwhan Ma:

Minwhan Ma likes it, oooh, is this like one of those tricks of yours? If so, he'll gladly play this charade of yours, he's Minwhan Ma and he's good at playing.

If you don't answer his calls, he won't reply to you either, he takes it up a notch and announces to the whole fucking school to ignore you, if anyone tries to talk to you they're immediately reduced to being low in the rankings of the school. No one gets in the way of his playtime with you.

A week passed and he's barreling down his way to your classroom, he opened the doors with gusto, his voice high pitch as he shouts your name to the entire class, the teacher doing nothing but staying quiet and timid and made his way out of the class, wanting nothing but staying out of what shit is going to transpire.

Minwhan made his way to you, his signature grin plastered on his face, "[y/n]! I'm tired of this charade! Let's eat together, I made my chef make your favorites!" His fingers now gently clasping your wrist.

His smile now slips out of his face as he watches you unclasp his hand away from your wrist, your eyes looking aloof as ever without any emotion and you walk past him, not even once turning back to look at him nor checking to see his reaction. You just walk straight past never turning back, like he was some obstacle that you can finally get rid of.

He still, his breath catching in his throat. And he finally realizes that this wasn't some drill or a game that the both of you can enjoy, this game is cruel, one will leave with a free heart while the other one will be stuck in the past wallowing in sadness at the time spent together, and Minwhan Ma doesn't like that. He has enough of this sick charades whether be it playing family with a fool or working his ass off playing fighting instead of just shooting them with a single fucking bullet and the problem's done! This problem wasn't one of them.

He looks at the students who were eerily quiet as they waited for Minwhan to explode like a volcano, they shivered as they heard Minwhan finally lift his head, his eyes now looking insane fitting of a man whose the right-hand man of a tyrant, "now who the fuck is getting between me and [y/n] hmm?" A gun was now held in his hands as the classroom that was quiet now erupted into screams. Just wait for him, he'll find out the reason why you're ignoring him.

"Why are you ignoring me? Was I that replaceable to you? Was I that unworthy of your time? Haha, I see. I'm not like a genius like Hanwool Phi and that fucking glasses guy, is that why you're ignoring me right now?" A toy gun was now pointed at your head.

"I hate this, speak right now if you don't want me to do something drastic."

[d10nsaint]

hanwool phi headcannons!!

he'll spoil you rotten:Gifting you whatever you want, from luxury perfumes to the most expensive brands of clothes: just for you!!

he loves seeing you play with his little sister! It warms his (non-existent) heart whenever he sees his favorite people in the world talk and play with eachother.

dates with him and having Minwhan third wheeling bcs yes.

during lunch, you two go on the rooftop and share earbuds and eat together (Remember when Ms.Oh caught him listening to the beatles? and gave him the album?? )

probably didnt introduce you to his father, but maybe hansol said something to him and then he told hanwool to bring u out to eat with them and it was so tense...

I headcannon him as the type to not fall in love easily, due to how dangerous his goal is and how distant he is, so if ur dating him get ready to get married to him.

When his little subordinate people ( Their really unimportant to me but the group that got suspended when Ms.Oh was around) come around, they usally like to go out to eat together and the would probs take u and question you but there like a big,happy, family <3

[sikimi]

Study group characters with a Mikey! Reader

Characters: Geonyeob, Hanwool Phi, Minhwan Ma, Gamin Yoon

A/n: I'm so tired after I gotten out of the hospital.. ANOTHER REQUEST FROM @ventiaoo Then I'mma do the others!

(edited: 27/12/2024)

Geonyeob

He's kinda pissed at your laziness

Like, you sleep EVERYWHERE.

He loves you but sometimes he just wants to strangle you.

Of course, he adores you.

But you're lazy. It makes him questions himself sometimes as to why you're such an adorable yet lazy sleepyhead

He admires the way you fight, it's so unique and straight forward. Ruthless to be exact.

If you buy him food then he'll literally melt inside. Though tries to keep it tough and calm outside.

Keeps tracks of EVERYTHING you do. He even knows you love eating desserts, and how you love flags on it, So he bought some for you just Incase.

He loves how fluffy your hair looks, it's so pretty! Sometimes you might find him unconsciously playing with your hair as comfort. Usually does it when you're both alone though.

He's also worried about you being in a gang. He quite literally lost someone dear to him and the thought of losing another, hurts him even more.

If you come home with bruises then he'll immediately rush over and scold you.

Though, I doubt he'd do that in the first place since, like I said, he keeps track of everything you do. He knows who you'll be fighting with and what would happen. He'd most likely join in or at least try to assist just so you don't get hurt.

Overall, the relationship between you both is a tad bit complex. Rocky road to say the least. You both wouldn't likely last unless he learns to let go and you learn to care more. It needs effort but hey? That's relationships for you.

Hanwool Phi

Sugar daddy and Sugar baby type of relationship.

Have you seen the way he treats his sister?? He WILL spoil you and love you unconditionally. Though he'll make sure to keep it private since he knows how big and infamous his reputation can be. The last thing he wants his for you to be involved and get hurt because of him.

Definitely keeps track of you just like Geonyeob too. Though, he makes sure to give you a tad bit more space than. Geonyeob does. Hanwool values and respects you as a person and your rights.

Most likely surprise you with gifts and showers you in those gifts to make-up for not spending time with you when he's away.

Knows you fight well and has actual confidence in you. Though he still stands in the sidelines, preparing to assist you whenever you need.

He would never admit it but your seriousness does take a slight toll onto him sometimes. Would catch him off guard but he wouldn't be scared. Just surprised. Afterall, you're usually bubbly and childish.

Would NOT get you to his house, especially when his dad is around. Like I said, he doesn't want you to be involved with whatever is going on in his side. Even if you're already involved, he makes sure you're not too deep into it. He worries for your safety.

Maybe he'll get Hansol to your house if he's feeling nice and reassured. You two would most likely bond easily, increasing his little admiration and love for you.

Being Hanwool's lover meant getting the good privileges. You're allowed to mess his hair, tease him, taunt him, play with him in private. Just make sure you don't overstep his boundaries and go too hard though. He has enough self respect to stop you when you go too far.

Likely take interest in your gang from the start. He'd probably try to give you guys advices, plans, his opinions and just a tiny bit of his assists to you guys, but also in return for your gang's and your services back.

Spoilers! : Before Minhwan's betrayal, He'd not mind you guys befriending each other. After minhwan's betrayal, He would not let Minhwan close to you and gets more possessive and wary of you. You'd have to reassure him alot.

The relationship between you both is .. interesting. I feel like Hanwool would likely only date you for your background and everything at first but then actually fall for you in the end. Still, it's going to be a little rocky considering the trauma Hanwool has gone through. A reader with Mikey's personality would got to be more... Emotionally intelligent to understand Hanwool better.

Minhwan Ma

Same energy, almost the same mindset. It's more like, kangaroo and fox.

Another one that is interested in your gang life.

Would fight with you by your side, merely for entertainment and fun!

Remember that this guy is cruel from the start, He's pure sadist that finds violence fun. To him, you're the perfect definition of entertainment.

Would likely and randomly test your abilities and reflexes by surprising you with an attack. You'd dodge and block easily but still, it'll annoy you. He likes that though.

Would spoil you too. Definitely the type that matches both you and his outfits together. He likes showing you off and letting people know that you belong to him.

He shows love by physical touch and quality time unlike the first two. I mean Geonyeob would also show love through quality time too but whatever.

Minhwan does love testing and pushing your boundaries, So whether you like it or not, you have to tolerate it lolz

He'd annoy you by poking you or hugging you or snuggling himself against you when you need some space.

Why do I feel like he'd get turned on when you're serious. My bad g.

Give him nicknames and he'd cherish it.

Give him love and he'd feel... Something. Butterflies in his stomach is what he'd describe it.

If you're able to continue to tolerate him, He might fall for you for reals. Like actually.

And when he does, He gets pretty possessive and demanding. That's a story for another time though.

I do not see this relationship lasting long unless Minhwan decides not to fuck with you much or you have an unrealistic amount of patience for a Mikey!Y/n. It's toxic but hey, you guys might be blind to red flags so whatever!

Gamin Yoon

Ugh I don't like Gamin because he can be so boring sometimes but anyways.

This man, seems like the least toxic amongst the three. The least traumatized, the least idiotic, the least weird one.

All he wants is to get a perfect and good grade, you don't have them. Him too.

And it doesn't help that you're lazy to put effort but he's willing yet still fails.

He'd likely try to motivate you to study more through. I think personally, since you're street smart, you'd be perfect in social subjects. Health maybe, biology that includes the human anatomy perhaps?

If you actually turn out to have better score than him, that's when he's getting your ass to come teach him and study together with him.

Though you might try to make it more fun. Like getting each other food, getting him distracted and lost in the moment, enjoying life a tad bit more because of you.

It's pretty sweet.

As for your gang life..

He's flabbergasted. Likely drop his study materials and paused. Spending an hour trying to process, questioning himself on why and how have he not caught on yet.

Ya'll would just spend the entire day in his room, talking about your gang life, with him doing the questioning.

He'd be concerned. Very concerned. But somewhat learn to slowly adjust and accept it with time.

You know that other than studying, he's very passionate about martial arts. You knowing how to fight definitely makes him feel more connected.

Would likely ask you to train with him somewhere, especially in the park.

In these moments, it's when he falls a little more for you. You're cool, amazing and just perfect in a way, he might just be breathless by that alone. (Not because you punched him in the gut of course.)

Since he's used to doing things independently in his own, he's be good for you. Cooking? Cleaning? Protecting? All is well when you're under his watch. Literally the perfect caretaker or male wife.

And if you ever decide to join him on his activities, he would LOVE you even more. Enjoying the moment, finding life actually enjoyable other than just studying.

With you by his side, He does put in more effort to take care of himself too. Takes occasional cuddle or yapping breaks when he's studying with you.

Overall, I approve of this relationship. This is nice unlike the others. BUT, it's going to be hard for the road ahead. This bond will continue to increase if you both continue to stick together.

Ugh I hate my cringe ass writing before

Glad I edited this. Thanks for reading!

[xhxnne]

SEND ME ♡ + A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU… [ ship of your choice? ]

SEND ME ♡ + A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU…

Sungmin - Hanwool

Who is the most affectionate?

➤ Sungmin. He is very affectionate.~

Who initiates the handholding?

➤ Maybe Hanwool?

Who worries more for the other?

➤ Both but Sungmin tends to be more protective.~

Who is more likely to ask for help?

➤ I think it will be hard for both. haha

Who is the one always losing the keys?

➤ Sungmin- Hanwool has everything in his bag. lol

Who leaves little love notes for the other?

➤ Maybe Hanwool? I feel like he’d do it.

Who can’t sleep unless the other is there?

➤ Probably Sungmin.~

Who is more likely to propose to the other?

➤ I’ll give this one to Hanwool. ~

Who introduced the other to their family first?

➤ I’m sure it would be Sungmin. He is always with his daughter and his parents live really close.

Who is more likely to play with the other’s hair?

➤ Sungmin probably!

Who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated?

➤ Sungmin. He’d check on him often.

Who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other?

➤ I don't think there'd be the need but Sungmin would.~

Who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other?

➤ Hanwool, I think he would!

Who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things?

➤ I’ll give this one to Hanwool too. lol

Who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch?

➤ Sungmin for sure.~

Ren - Daehyun

Who is the most affectionate?

➤ Ren. No doubt. lol

Who initiates the handholding?

➤ Ren. lol

Who worries more for the other?

➤ Daehyun, mainly because of Ren's condition.~

Who is more likely to ask for help?

➤ Ren. He is used to it. ~

Who is the one always losing the keys?

➤ Neither of them. ~

Who leaves little love notes for the other?

➤ I don’t think they’d do that. Not even texts tho lol mostly calls.

Who can’t sleep unless the other is there?

➤ Probably Ren. ~

Who is more likely to propose to the other?

➤ This one is hard but I feel like Daehyun might actually do it.~

Who introduced the other to their family first?

➤ Ren. He is close to his parents but they live in Japan so they can vacation there too. lol

Who is more likely to play with the other’s hair?

➤ Maybe Daehyun? Since Ren has longer hair.

Who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated?

➤ Daehyun. I KNOW IT!

Who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other?

➤ Both but leaning more towards Daehyun.

Who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other?

➤ Simple surprises... Ren.

Who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things?

➤ Neither of them.~

Who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch?

➤Both!

@dencesin

I went for two but picking them was so hard ;; so here's my solution lol using a tool for random numbers! haha

[deadthlly]

𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 his lips when he REGARDS the man lurking about the shop. there was SOMETHING about that him hanwool could not place       ,       but KNEW that he was of magic from what he sensed       ,       maybe something just a little MORE than that.

some sort of GOD       ,       maybe       ,       he thought. it wouldn’t be his first encounter with deity's that ROAMED the land       ,       but it had been years since then       ,       and he only ever DEALS with now are demons and lucifer himself. he couldn’t be so sure without PROPERLY investigating.         ❛          is there SOMETHING that i can help you with         ?         ❜         he calls out rather tentatively       ,       keeping his guard up and MAGIC at bay. 

                                     @sailorrmood​ liked

[imamxdel]

To : Sorom From : Hanwool

Noona, thank you for the family, for everything. I can't thank you enough. I hope you can have some time to relax after the stressful holidays.

"You even got the good quality ones." Had he been paying attention to what brands she'd used? Hanwool really outdid himself this year, Sorom leaning across the wrapping paper on the floor to kiss her husband.

"We should use this together. The bath bomb would be lovely to share. I'll massage the oils and lotions in your face. I promise it will feel amazing!" She was only partly joking. "Maybe a date night at the spa for the two of us. I can call my parents to watch the twins for a night."