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reesespeanutbutterfuck · 2 years ago

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(im)perfectionist

vinny hong x jo!reader

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

part 1

part 2

pairing: vinny hong x jo!fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And so you walked past the alley.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just no hospital.”

“You must really want to die.”

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

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

Oh, so he was serious on dying?

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

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

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persophine · 2 months ago

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[🦋]

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Welcome to Persophine_Sin!

Hello, lovely people! I’m Persophine (you can call me Sin), and welcome to my blog. This little space of mine will be dedicated mostly to WindBreaker ( webtoon) content, including:

- Headcanons

- Scenarios

- Fanfiction

- Random Ideas that pop into my head.

Let me tell you a bit about myself:

- I love reading novels, but I’m not a fan of romance unless it’s filled with nothing but sweetness. Drama? Hard pass. I don’t enjoy crying over fiction (or in general, really).

- I’ve been writing my own stories on Wattpad since high school—it’s been an amazing creative outlet for me!

- I adore anime and webtoon, especially genres that align with Action and Adventure. Action, character growth, and great storytelling are my thing! (Like Windbreaker,Solo Leveling etc.)

- I’m also into music, and while I’m active on TikTok, I’m strictly a viewer. Watching videos is where it’s at!

- My dislikes? Anything stupid. I have thin patience, so I try to steer clear of unnecessary nonsense.

And lastly, I’m your future psychologist in the making, so I love exploring characters, their emotions, and how they tick (which is probably why I enjoy writing so much).

Feel free to send me asks, requests, or just chat about Windbreaker! I hope you’ll enjoy this space as much as I enjoy creating it.

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Meet Sin Castrid

Hello, everyone! Before we dive further into this blog, let me introduce you to my original character (OC) who will appear in my WINDBREAKER headcanons, scenarios, and fanfictions: Sin Castrid.

Appearance:

Sin is an ethereal beauty with a Wolf Cut / Mullet , wavy white hair. His cerulean jewel-like eyes are soft and kind, sparkling with warmth and curiosity. A delicate beauty mark below his left eye adds to his soft charm.He has soft pink lips and a fair complexion that only enhances his gentle angelic look. Almost as tall as Wooin Yoo, Sin carries herself with a quiet softness that draws people to him effortlessly.

What kind of boy is Sin?

Sin is a rare blend of innocence, intelligence, and kindness. Raised in a strict and isolated environment, he exudes an air of purity and gentleness. Despite his sheltered upbringing, Sin is incredibly sharp, thoughtful, and compassionate. He sees beauty in even the smallest things and believes in spreading kindness wherever he goes.

She is naturally curious and loves to learn about the world around him. His curiosity is matched by his bravery, as he's unafraid to stand up for what he believes is right. Though Sin is calm and composed, his warmth and sincerity make him someone people naturally gravitate toward.

Hobbies:

Traveling: Sin loves exploring new places and meeting different people, finding joy in experiencing the world’s diversity.

Taking care of animals and plants: Him nurturing personality shines through in his love for nature and animals. He spends time gardening or caring for stray animals whenever possible.

Reading: Books have always been his escape from reality, and he enjoys immersing herself in stories of adventure, magic, and love.

Writing: Sin occasionally writes his thoughts in a journal, using it as a way to reflect and express himself.

CYCLING: Sin love's cycling and often goes around town till daybreak.

Likes:

Sweet, peaceful moments and people who are kind to others.

The feeling of sunlight on his skin during early morning cycling.

Quiet nights where he can stargaze or sit by a window with a warm drink.

Exploring new foods, especially desserts.

Dislikes:

Cruelty or unnecessary conflict. He finds it heartbreaking to see people hurting each other.

Loud, chaotic environments (he prefers calm and serene places).

Drama (both in life and fiction)—he'd rather focus on positive, heartfelt moments.

Anything that tests his very thin patience.

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Stay tuned for more, and thanks for stopping by!

LOVE,

Persophine_Sin[🦋]

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[💕]:I edited the intro. Because,i plan on focusing on windbreaker and i did change my (oc) from a girl to a boy. Don't judge me, it's easier to write a boy than a girl (i like it more like this). Anyway, Thank you for taking your time on reading this. I don't even read this shits but yea. Thanks!!

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