#park yeon-jin x y/n

[madwomansapologist]

a private after party | park yeon-jin

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synopsis: It was just a party for award that Lee Sa-ra received. It was huge one, full of important people. But what really mattered was how you and Yeon-jin celebrated when no one was watching.

warnings: red flags? yeah, i've noticed them. smut. rough sex. degradation. praising. thigh riding. choking. s&m. masturbation. alcohol consumption. smoking. cheating (i'm so sorry ha do-yeong you deserve so much better my king). gn!reader is also part of the asshole club.

You both could've say it was an accident. A mistake. That after hours of feasting on whatever Lee Sa-ra mixed in your glasses stopped you both from thinking straight. That it meant nothing.

But that's not true.

It wasn't a mistake. Every second spend with Yeon-jin can't be a mistake. It wasn't the first time, or the second, nor the third. It wasn't a accident. No stupid party or expensive alcohol was responsible for anything.

The fault is on you for getting away from your friends and search for a empty room in that Gallery. The fault is on you for calling Yeon-jin — by dialing her number, because touching her contact would be too easy. The fault is on her for telling Ha Do-yeong to go home earlier, that she just wants to make sure her friends get home safe. The fault is on her for climbing three flights of stairs without once thinking about turning back and heading home instead.

But when Yeon-jin locked the door, the fault was on you both.

"Red wine?" Sitting in one of the armchairs, you smirked. "Are we celebrating?"

"Sa-ra just got awarded," leaning against the door, Yeon-jin held the bottle with both hands. She took a sip, straight from the bottle, and walked over to you. "Of course we are."

You reached out, but Yeon-jin pushed the bottle away from you. She took another sip, looking deep into your eyes, before giving in. After drinking a bit, you put bottle on the corner table. "That's a pretty dress you're wearing."

Yeon-jin rolled her eyes. "I'd look better naked."

"I know you do," you smiled, and once again Yeon-jin got reminded on why she loves you so much. The way your eyes darken when you have fun, your lips curling up when you smile, all your beautiful hair. You have kind words and behaves nicely, but you're just like her. "Still, all I can think about is Monica Lewinski."

Yeon Jin slid his knee against his thigh, and then rested his hands on the armchair behind his body. Her knee came up, pressing against your panties, and the evil smile finally appeared on her face. "You're already drunk, aren't you?"

"You never cared about this before. Neither did I," you licked your lips. You tugged at the hem of your red dress. "You're perfect, but you look even better when you wear my clothes."

Yeon-jin bent down until their noses brushed. You moved forward instinctively, but she decided to explore your neck. You smelled like wine, and tasted like something sweeter.

"He didn't even noticed," Yeon-jin laughed against your skin. "And he thinks he's so smart. So above anyone else."

"I could fuck you in front of him and he still wouldn't understand a thing," you could almost sense her pussy throbing. Yeon-jin has a weak point for talking shit about her husband. "Maybe I should try next time he invites me to dinner with you both. Show him how you need to be treated."

Her eyes got darker. "And how's that?" You don't know how she does that, but she does. And often.

Your fingers tightened around her waist, forcing her to sit on your lap. You grabbed her chin, nails piercing the soft skin. Yeon-jin didn't even realize she rolled her hips against your thights. It was instinctive.

"Like a needy bitch."

Your hand went up to her neck, and you held it tightly. Her gasp vibrated up your arm. "Aren't you even going to pretend I'm wrong?" You squeezed her waist. "Won't you at least pretend not to be my little bitch?"

Yeon Jin shut you up with a kiss. She threw herself against you, her fingers pulling your hair in an attempt to bring you even closer to her, and melted against your body.

You forced her waist down, feeling how soaked the fabric of her panties already was. She leaned on your shoulders, sliding against you. Yeon-jin lifted her dress, exposing her black lingerie.

Yeon-jin has never been the type to ask for what she wants. She just takes it.

You squeezed her body, your fingers marking her ever so sensitive skin. Part of you wanted to really mark her. Sucking her neck, spanking her ass hard, scratching her back. You wanted to mark her as yours, expose to Ha Do-yeong how you managed to take from him the only thing that really mattered. How Yeon-jin was never his, always yours.

"You look so pretty underneath me," Yeon-jin moaned.

But you wouldn't do this to her.

Yeon-jin unzipped your pants, rubbing her fingers against you. With her touching you like that, looking at you like that, you couldn't help but feel complete.

But feel owned.

Yeon Jin drank more of the wine, and put the bottle in his mouth. Wine ran down your chin, dripped onto your clothes, but you didn't care. How could you?

You pulled her by her hair, bringing Yeon Jin's mouth to yours. You kissed her, making her drink the wine in your mouth, and moaned when Yeon-jin's hand became rougher. Less delicate. Just the way she knows you love it.

You're the only one that can make her head get empty. Bringing pleasure to Yeon-jin until that's all she is. A squirming little thing that only cares about having more of you. No one could replace you.

She's the only one that can make you desperate. That can turn you into something simple: into something needy. Someone that craves for her and only her. No one could make you forget her.

Open mouth, empty mind. Yeon-jin melting against your thigh, you breaking apart in her hand. Close eyes, full heart. No other drug can bring you both to ecstasy so easily.

"You're my favorite toy," Yeon-jin whimpered. A needy bitch. Your needy bitch. "My pretty, beautiful doll. You're the only one for me. You know that."

The mark of your nails on her throat were a proof of that. The stained dress on her body were a proof of that. The soaked pantie covering her used cunt were a proof of that. Yeon-jin calling your name at night, sleeping beside her husband, were a proof of that.

You took the bottle from her hand, taking a large sip. Darken eyes, curled up lips, your beautiful hair. Yeon-jin already knew what you would say, even before you opened your mouth. "I know that."

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[vanilladollette]

Hey girl wassup, can you write about sweet female reader, with (all the characters if that's okay for u, if no, then jae Joon)

Female reader who is friends with Dong Eun and she had no idea that burns were from the bullies, and didn't know that jae Joon was apart of the incident, and when Dong exposes jae Joon, female reader goes from sweet to cold towards Jae Joon and breaks up with him, and lends him to be yandere.

(ALSO GIRL I WANNA SAY THAT I LOVE YOUR THE GLORY X READER ON, WATTPAD ♡ )

The Sweetest Poison

Pairing: Yandere Jeon Jae-Joon x Fem! Sweet Reader

Word count: 1.75k

Summary:After learning you left him upon discovering his past as your best friend's bully, Jae-Joon's heartbreak twists into a dangerous obsession.

Warnings: Bullying, Burns, toxic, violent behavior, cursing

A/n: I'm glad that you like Beneath The Surface!!! This took me awhile to write but thank you for being patient with me. Anyways, I hope you like this!

You couldn’t believe it, even as you replayed her words in your head. The signs were all there, and yet somehow, you’d missed them. How could you have missed something like that?

When Moon Dong-eun, your friend from high school, had contacted you, you were thrilled. It had been years since you’d last seen her. Her message had been brief, almost cryptic, saying she needed to talk about something important in person. Curious and eager, you’d agreed to meet her at a quiet café downtown.

As you approached the agreed-upon spot, you saw her sitting alone at a corner table. Dong-eun looked different but not unrecognizable. Her posture was composed, her expression serene yet distant, like someone who had seen too much and learned to mask it well. You felt a pang of nostalgia as memories of the once cheerful, soft-spoken girl from high school resurfaced.

“Dong-eun!” you greeted warmly, sliding into the seat across from her. “It’s been so long. How are you?”

Her smile was faint but sincere. “Hello, y/n. It’s good to see you.” Her voice had a weight to it, as though each word carried unspoken emotions.

The two of you exchanged pleasantries. You told her how you’d thought about her over the years, wondering where she’d gone and what had happened after she left school. You mentioned how devastated you were when you found her house empty, with no way to contact her.

“I’ve been well,” she said, her tone polite but guarded. “After leaving school, I went to college to study education. I’m a teacher now.”

“Wow, that’s wonderful!” you exclaimed, genuinely impressed. “I wouldn’t have guessed you wanted to be a teacher back then.”

“What about you?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. “How have you been?”

You gave a small laugh. “Oh, nothing as exciting as becoming a teacher, that’s for sure. Just working and… you know, living life.”

As the conversation lingered, you couldn’t help but feel there was something unsaid, something heavier lurking beneath her calm demeanor. Finally, you decided to ask.

“Anyway,” you began, leaning forward slightly, “what was it you wanted to talk to me about?”

Dong-eun hesitated, her fingers curling around the edge of her cup. Her gaze flickered downward for a moment, and when she spoke, her voice was soft but deliberate.

“You know,” she said, almost wistfully, “I always wondered how someone as kind as you could be so close to him.”

Her words caught you off guard. Him? You blinked, your head tilting in confusion. “Who are you talking about?”

She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, her eyes met yours, searching your face as though gauging your reaction. Finally, she asked, “Do you know why I dropped out of high school?”

You nodded slowly. “You were being bullied. I assumed that was the reason… that you didn’t want to deal with it anymore.”

“Yes,” she confirmed, her voice steady. “But I never told you who my bullies were.”

A chill ran down your spine. Something in her tone made your stomach knot. You stayed silent, waiting for her to continue.

She took a deep breath, her fingers now toying with the hem of her sleeve. “One of them was Jae-joon,” she said finally, her words landing like a thunderclap. “He was one of them.”

Your breath caught. Jae-joon? You stared at her, your mind racing. Jae-joon, the same person you’d been close to all these years? The same person you’d trusted, laughed with, maybe even defended? The shock on your face must have been evident, because Dong-eun gave a sad, knowing smile.

“I’m guessing he never told you,” she said, her voice tinged with resignation. “I didn’t think he would. Why would he admit something like that to you?”

You were at a loss for words. Memories of Jae-joon flooded your mind—his easy smile, his charm, the way he always seemed so confident. You couldn’t reconcile the image of him with what Dong-eun was telling you. But then you thought about her, about how she’d suddenly vanished from your life, leaving no trace. And you realized… maybe you’d never really known Jae-joon as well as you thought.

“I’m sorry you had to find out from me,” Dong-eun said, breaking the silence. Her voice was soft but firm, her gaze unwavering.

You shook your head quickly, trying to process everything. “No… I—I needed to know.” Your voice trembled, and you suddenly felt a lump in your throat. “I’m sorry, but I… I have to go.”

Without waiting for her response, you grabbed your bag and stood. Your legs felt unsteady as you walked out of the café, the weight of her revelation pressing down on you like a heavy fog. As you stepped into the cold air, one question echoed in your mind: How had you missed it?

“Y/n, I’m home!” Jae-Joon called out from the entrance of your shared home, his voice echoing through the quiet space. The late hour clung to him like a shadow, exhaustion evident in the way he shrugged off his coat and draped it over the back of a chair.

“Y/n?” he called again, his tone softening slightly when no response came.

He moved through the house, his footsteps muffled on the carpet as he checked the usual places you might be. The kitchen was empty, the living room undisturbed. A flicker of unease settled in his chest as he made his way toward the bedroom.

Pushing the door open slowly, Jae-Joon’s eyes landed on your still figure lying on the bed, your back facing him. Relief warred with apprehension as he stepped closer, his voice low and uncertain.

“Y/n?”

When you didn’t stir, he perched cautiously on the edge of the bed beside you, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. His hand found your hip, a gesture meant to bridge the growing distance he felt between you. For a moment, he said nothing, unsure how to break the silence that had thickened between you lately.

“How was your day?” he finally asked, his voice tentative.

“Fine,” you replied curtly, your tone as cold as the wall you stared at.

Jae-Joon’s shoulders sagged under the weight of your indifference. The silence returned, heavier than before. Sighing, he rose and left the room to prepare for bed, the unspoken words hanging in the air like ghosts.

The next morning, Jae-Joon woke to find the bed empty. He blinked at the sunlight filtering through the curtains, assuming you were already up. The faint clink of dishes guided him to the kitchen, where he found you seated at the table with a bowl of untouched cereal in front of you. Your gaze was fixed on some indiscernible point ahead, your posture rigid.

“Morning,” he greeted, though the lightness in his tone faltered when you didn’t respond. Shrugging it off, he began rummaging through the cabinets for something to eat.

“When were you going to tell me that you gave Dong-eun those burns?”

Your voice cut through the stillness. Jae-Joon froze, his hand hovering over the coffee pot. Slowly, he turned to face you, his expression a mixture of confusion and unease.

“What?” he managed, his voice strained.

“Or were you just hoping I’d never find out?” Your voice trembled, though your eyes remained fixed ahead.

Jae-Joon’s throat tightened. “Who told you? Did Dong-eun tell you?” He approached the table, his movements deliberate.

“Answer my question,” you snapped, finally meeting his gaze. Your red-rimmed eyes and tear-streaked cheeks were like a punch to his gut. “Were you ever planning to tell me, Jae-Joon? Or did you think you could hide the fact that you were my best friend’s bully?”

His jaw clenched as anger flared in his eyes, a defense mechanism against the guilt clawing at him. “What did she tell you?” he demanded, his voice rising.

“Why are you so worried about what she said? Is it because it’s true?” you shot back, standing up abruptly.

The two of you locked eyes, the tension crackling between you like a live wire. You didn’t wait for his response. Turning on your heel, you strode toward the bedroom.

Jae-Joon followed close behind, his stomach twisting as he watched you yank a suitcase from the closet and toss it onto the bed. His heart sank further with every article of clothing you packed.

“Wait, what are you doing?” His voice cracked, the panic unmistakable.

“I’m done, Jae-Joon,” you said, your voice rising. “We’re over.” You zipped the suitcase with trembling hands, refusing to look at him.

“Y/n, wait!” He grabbed your wrist as you made for the door, his grip firm but not forceful. “Let’s talk about this. Please.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You wrenched your arm free, your voice breaking.

Jae-Joon stood frozen as you walked out the door, the sound of your suitcase wheels scraping against the floor a bitter reminder of your departure. The silence that followed was deafening.

“FUCK!” The scream tore from his throat as he hurled a lamp across the room, the crash doing little to ease the storm raging inside him.

Grabbing his phone, he scrolled furiously through his messages until he found Dong-eun’s number. His hands shook as he hit the call button, the phone pressed tightly to his ear.

After several rings, her voice came through, calm and composed. “Hello?”

“WHAT DID YOU TELL HER?” he roared, his voice laced with fury.

“Simply the truth,” Dong-eun replied coldly.

“Because of you, Y/n left me!” His voice cracked, the admission spilling out like a wound reopening.

“Did you really think she wouldn’t find out, Jae-Joon?” Dong-eun’s voice was unyielding. “She deserved to know.”

He ended the call abruptly, hurling his phone across the room. Chest heaving, he sank onto the bed, his head in his hands.

Jae-Joon sat on the edge of the bed, his breathing ragged as the room fell silent. His hands shook. You were his—his light, his purpose, his everything.

You leaving wasn’t the end. It couldn’t be. He’d make you see that. He’d make you come back to him, no matter what it took.

A smile—a chilling, empty smile—spread across his face. You weren’t responding now, but that was fine. He didn’t need words. He knew where you were. He’d find you.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice soft, almost tender. “You’ll understand soon, Y/n. We’re meant to be.”

His heart pounded with renewed determination as he got up, his mind racing with plans. You belonged to him, and nothing would change that.

Nothing.

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[meadowfics]

superhero

park gyeong-seok x f!reader

the hopeful and the hopeless meet and fall in love

this is part one

warnings: angst

honestly, you don’t remember the last time you felt okay. 

not the kind of okay you fake when someone asks how you're doing and you nod with a smile that feels borrowed. the real okay. the kind where your chest doesn’t ache when you breathe. the kind where getting out of bed isn’t a full body effort.  

every morning feels like climbing out of a hole that keeps getting deeper. your alarm buzzes at 6:00 a.m, but you never need it. you’re already awake, lying there in the dark, staring at the ceiling like it holds answers to questions you’re too tired to ask anymore. 

your blankets are always tangled around your legs, twisted like the thoughts in your head that never let you rest.  

you peel yourself out of bed. the wooden floor is freezing under your bare feet, and your old apartment windows do nothing to keep out the cold. your bathroom light flickers when you flip the switch, but you don’t bother fixing it. that light is like everything else in your life, it’s broken, but still barely working.  

you brush your teeth mechanically, wash your face, pull your hoodie over your head. you used to care about how you looked. you used to match your outfits, wear your favorite perfume, accessorize with little rings and bracelets that made you feel like you. now you just grab whatever’s clean.  

you shove your hands in your pockets as you walk to the subway station, head low, headphones in but no music playing. you don’t want to hear the city this early and you especially don’t want to see the couples holding hands, or the joggers with their determined faces. you don’t want to see anyone.  

the amusement park always looks eerie before it opens. the rides don’t move yet. the games are all covered in tarps. the music hasn’t started playing. it’s quiet, and for a moment, you can pretend the whole place is yours. later the workers start showing up and the families follow a few hours later… that is when the day begins.  

you unlock the ice cream stand like you have a thousand times before. same creaky handle. same flick of the wrist to get the stubborn latch open. the smell of sugar and milk and artificial fruit flavor hits you instantly. you tie your apron. you count the change in the register.  

this job doesn’t pay shit. it is a couple of cents more than minimum wage, sometimes less when the hours get cut. however, the tips…those help. the parents who toss in a few extra bills because you complimented their toddler’s glittery sneakers and the ones who smile at you like you’re part of their good day.  

it’s not much, but it keeps your fridge from being completely empty.  

people always ask why you stay here. why you don’t apply somewhere else. somewhere that offers benefits, security, and growth. you don’t tell them the truth. you don’t tell them that after everything that’s happened, the thought of more change makes your lungs tighten and your throat close up. 

after your last relationship ended, if you could even call it a relationship, you're not sure you could handle another shift or change in your life.  

your ex-partner cheated on you. not once, and not even twice. they cheated on you so many times that you lost count. still, for some reason, you stayed and maybe because you believed they’d stop. you remember the way they’d lie. effortlessly. 

they’d hold your hand and kiss your forehead, and then vanish for the night with someone else. every time you brought it up, they’d turn it around on you and say you were too clingy, too sensitive, and too much.  

when they finally left, they didn’t even say goodbye. just a half-assed text and a blocked number. it broke something in you.  

now, you’re just… here and surviving. you only scoop ice cream for kids who scream with joy while your insides feel like static.  

you laugh when they laugh and smile when their eyes light up but it’s like acting in a play you never auditioned for. no one sees the way your hands shake when you’re alone behind the counter. no one knows you go home and cry into your pillow until you fall asleep from exhaustion.  

you live in a cycle of numbness but recently things have been different. 

in the shop you’re crouched behind the counter, tugging open the freezer latch with one hand and hoisting up a heavy, half-frozen tub of cookie dough ice cream with the other. your arms ache from how stiff the container is, the frost biting at your fingertips. it’s just past 9 a.m and you are already physically exhausted.  

right now it is too early for the usual wave of parents and their sugar-happy kids. it is too early for the noise, the mess, the fake customer service voice you’ve perfected over the years.  

you grunt quietly as you slide the tub into place, scooping out the rock-solid top layer so it’ll look fresh when the kids start pointing at it. your back cracks when you stand up. another reminder that your body is tired of doing this every day.  

suddenly, the doorbell chimes. soft, metallic.  

you sigh.  

“we’re not open yet,” you mutter under your breath, brushing your hands off on your apron before turning toward the front.  

you expected a whoe family… instead, you see her.  

that little girl in the ridiculous knitted strawberry hat.  

you can't help the way your mouth softens.  

na-yeon.  

she’s no older than four, all round cheeks and wobbly steps, wearing a bright yellow hoodie and sparkly velcro sneakers. she pushes open the door like she owns the place, eyes lighting up the moment she spots you behind the counter.  

“unnieeee!” she yells, arms stretched out like she hasn’t seen you in years instead of twenty-four hours.  

you chuckle, despite yourself, “good morning, na-yeon.”  

she climbs onto the same wobbly metal chair she always does, clearly stolen from one of the snack stalls nearby, and presses her little hands and face up against the glass display. the smudge marks from her visits have become familiar, almost comforting.  

“you have cookie dough,” she announces proudly, like she knows everything.  

“i did,” you nod, organizing the scoopers even though they’re already lined up perfectly, “you must be psychic.”  

“noooo,” she giggles, nose scrunching, “i just love cookie dough. it’s your favorite, right?”  

you blink.  

“…yeah. how’d you know that?”  

she shrugs, hands still glued to the glass, “’cause you always hum when you scoop it. only cookie dough. i hear it.”  

your heart pauses for a second because you don’t even realize that you hum.  

you stare at her, this tiny stranger who’s been coming to your stand every morning for the last month, always full of energy and curiosity and always complimenting you in that wide-eyed, innocent way only a kid can.  

“your shirt is pretty today,” she says in her little voice, twisting around to smile at you, “i like blue. it makes your hair look shiny like a princess.”  

you glance down at your pastel blue shirt. the one you always roll your eyes at when you put it on. the one you’ve sweated through too many times.  

yet… it doesn’t feel so ugly today.  

you walk over to the case and watch as she points at the vibrant, swirled mess of blue, yellow, and pink near the bottom corner.  

“superman flavor,” she whispers like it’s sacred, “can i have some? just a little? i promise i won’t tell my daddy.”  

you sigh, pretending to think, even though you already know the answer, “na-yeon… it’s 9 in the morning.”  

“but ice cream has milk in it! milk is good for breakfast!” she beams, clearly proud of her logic.  

you snort, “that’s a stretch.”  

“pleeeeease,” she whines, giving you those big, sparkly eyes, “you’re the nicest. you always give me the best flavors and your hands are cold but your smile is warm.”  

your breath catches for a second.  

this kid.  

you glance toward the door, then back at her. you haven’t seen her parents… never have. you assume they work somewhere in the amusement park, maybe setting up one of the rides or sweeping the walkways. she always shows up alone, like she’s following some invisible morning routine.  

you grab a small plastic sample cup and scoop a tiny swirl of the superman flavor into it.  

“if your parents ever come yell at me, i’m blaming you,” you tease, handing it over.  

she gasps like you just handed her treasure. 

“my daddy won’t! pinky promise.” she holds out her pinky, and you blink, surprised, before linking yours with hers gently.  

you sit behind the counter as she eats the sample with exaggerated little “mmm” sounds, kicking her legs beneath the chair.  

“does your mommy like ice cream too?” you had asked offhandedly, not even thinking. you do not know much about her parents. 

na-yeon had looked up, pausing mid-swing. the little girl’s face stayed still for a second too long, her smile dimming just slightly.

“i don’t have a mommy,” she said simply, her voice clear but quiet, “it’s just me and daddy.”

your breath had caught a little in your chest. you crouched beside the counter, feeling suddenly guilty. 

“i’m sorry, na-yeon,” you said gently, trying to keep your voice soft, “i didn’t mean to upset you.”

she had just shaken her head, shrugging her tiny shoulders. 

“i’m not sad,” she’d replied, “daddy says we’re a super team and you give me superman ice cream today, so I feel like a superhero. I think i am today.”

you had smiled then…one of those rare, real ones. without another word, reached into the display and scooped her more of a generous swirl of the blue-yellow-pink flavor, handing it over like it was a peace offering.

she lit up again. 

“hehe!” she giggled.

for a few minutes, you forget the ache in your chest. you forget about your ex, the shouting, the cheating, the betrayal, and the loneliness you feel. you forgot about the nights you laid curled in your bed, wondering what was wrong with you that made someone so easy to leave you behind.  

you forget all of it because na-yeon is humming now and it’s off-key, and it’s loud, and it’s everything.  

“you’re my favorite person at the carnival,” she says through a mouthful of melting colors, “you don’t yell and you smell like strawberries and sugar.”  

you smile slowly, not the fake one you give to customers and not the tired one you wear when your boss walks by.  

“you’re my favorite too, little one.” you say before you even think about it.  

na-yeon swings her feet, beaming, “i knew it!”   

she stays longer than usual today.  

na-yeon settles at the table closest to the cashier counter, a crayon in her hand and a napkin spread across the surface like it’s fine art paper. she hums while she draws, legs swinging beneath the plastic chair. every so often, she asks you what your favorite animal is, or what color you think clouds really are when no one’s watching.  

you answer her questions between customers. the usual slow trickle of tourists has started…parents tugging along sleepy kids, already asking for ice cream this early in the day. you serve them with practiced hands, smile politely, then find your gaze drifting back to her.  

na-yeon doesn’t ask for more ice cream. she just... sits.  

the younger girl’s presence is soft and not demanding like most kids. she is not loud or messy. she is just comfortable like background music you do not mind playing over and over again.  

or a while, you let yourself believe that maybe things are okay and maybe the ache inside you doesn’t own every inch of your body after all.  

around noon, when the sun sits high above the striped carnival tents outside, you hear the scrape of her chair. the sound makes you turn instinctively.  

she walks behind the counter with tiny steps, her strawberry hat slightly crooked and her drawing clutched in her hand. you wipe your hands on your apron and crouch down to meet her eye-level, the familiar ache in your knees whispering that you’re not twenty-two the way you should be.  

“what’s up, superhero?” you ask gently, smiling.  

na-yeon rocks on her heels for a moment before leaning in close, voice hushed like she’s letting you in on a secret.  

“i’m going to go see the pink bunny at the parade.”  

you blink, “the pink bunny?”  

she nods, face serious, “yes! she throws candy. real candy and not fake ones like the green bunny.”  

your lips twitch, “ah. of course. only the pink one’s legit.”  

“uh-huh,” she says proudly, adjusting her strawberry hat, “so i have to go now.”  

something tightens in your chest.  

you glance toward the window where the crowd outside is beginning to shift, slow music drifting from the distance. you know the parade’s starting soon…balloons bobbing between the booths, dancers in costume lining up at the far end of the fairground.  

you reach out and gently touch her shoulder.  

“stay safe, na-yeon,” you say, voice soft but steady, “and don’t talk to strangers.”  

she beams, crumpling her drawing a little in her excitement.  

“i’m not talking to strangers,” she chirps, “i’m talking to you.”  

that shouldn’t make your heart ache the way it does.  

“fair enough,” you whisper, “i’ll see you later then?”  

“uh-huh,” she nods eagerly, already turning on her heel. suddenly, she pauses, wiggles her arms, and does her little jumpy dance…two hops to the left, spin, two hops to the right, clap.  

you can’t help but laugh.  

she waves once, twice, and then pushes open the door with both hands. the bell jingles above her head as she disappears into the afternoon sun, swallowed up by the carnival crowd.  

you stare at the door for a few seconds longer than you should then you sigh, quietly.  

the booth feels emptier and your shift drags back into the rhythm of scooping and smiling, but something lingers in the back of your mind.  

you hope she finds her pink bunny and you hope the candy’s sweet. you hope, more than anything, that she stays safe. she’s just a little stranger but somehow… she matters more than you expected.  

the next morning, everything feels familiar again. the same tug of exhaustion behind your eyes, the same cramp in your shoulder as you unlock the ice cream stand. you restock the napkins, wipe the smudges off the display glass, straighten the neon-colored paper cones.  

it feels routine. safe, in a weird way. the kind of repetition that keeps you from spiraling.  

just like yesterday… the bell above the door rings at exactly 9 a.m.  

you don’t need to look because you already know who it is.  

“unnieeeee!”  

you turn, smiling before you even see her.  

na-yeon is dressed in a new hoodie today…purple this time, with little white stars scattered across the sleeves. she runs in, cheeks flushed from the morning breeze, eyes glowing.  

“you’re here early again,” you say as she climbs onto her usual chair.  

“the parade was fun,” she says proudly, kicking her feet, “the pink bunny gave me a huge lolipop!!!”  

you pause for a second, but she’s already distracted, staring through the glass again. you lean down and grab a small spoon from the drawer, scooping a tiny bit of raspberry swirl into a paper sample cup and handing it over.  

she eats it in one bite.  

“mmm! this one is purple and yummy!”  

you grin, “it is raspberry. a lot of people like that one.”  

“i do too,” she hums, “it tastes like the color purple like... princess flavor.”  

you’re about to ask what color she thinks chocolate tastes like when you glance at the wall clock and remember you’re supposed to pick up your paycheck today. your boss left it in the office near the ticket booths, and if you don’t grab it now, you’ll forget again.  

you turn to na-yeon.  

“hey, i gotta grab something real quick. wanna walk with me?”  

she hops off the chair without hesitation, “okay!”  

you step outside the stand, locking the door behind you. the weather’s warmer today, and the sun feels sharp against your skin. you hang a handwritten sign on the window:  

“back in one hour. 돌아오는 데 한 시간 걸립니다.” 

na-yeon walks beside you, skipping every few steps. she licks the spoon even though it’s already clean.  

“yesterday’s ice cream was good,” she says, “the blue one with sparkles. i think that was my favorite.”  

“superman?” you laugh, tilting your head, “yeah, that one’s always a hit.”  

you’re about to ask her if she wants to try another flavor tomorrow when your eyes catch a figure in the distance…toward the edge of the fairground, near the roller coasters.  

a man with a canvas and folding chair, setting up his portrait supplies.  

you’ve seen him before.  

he’s one of the freelance painters who does quick sketches and soft pastel drawings for couples and families. you always notice him during your lunch breaks. his head is always down, focused, hands always stained with color.  

na-yeon follows your gaze.  

then, before you can say anything, she lights up like a lantern.  

“daddy!!”  

your heart stutters.  

you watch her run toward him, arms spread like wings and her little legs move so fast you worry she’ll trip.  

he looks up, startled at first…but the second his eyes land on her, his whole face softens. he sets down the sketchbook and bends to catch her, lifting her easily into his arms.  

he looks at you through her shoulders and there’s a moment where neither of you speak.  

you both just nod.  

soft, simple. an acknowledgment.  

you nod back, lips curled gently at the edges.  

you knew it. you had a feeling with her comfort wandering alone, and her timing that she had a a parent worked here. the dad, since na-yeon has no mother. of course na-yeon belonged in this place.  

you turn and head toward the office building. it’s a short walk… just across the square near the spinning teacups. you get your check, exchange a few tired words with the payroll clerk, and then head toward the gate, ready to catch the train home.  

the sun is starting to dip low, casting everything in gold.  

you’re halfway through the park when you hear sirens. your heart instantly clenches as people start to look around, whispering, gathering.  

your pace quickens, then turns into a jog. the flashing red lights blur against the colorful carnival backdrop. your stomach drops.  

you see her before anything else.  

na-yeon who is limp in someone’s arms.  

you turn when you see her father, the painter, he’s shouting her name, frantic and trembling, running beside the paramedics.  

your legs feel like lead. your whole body freezes as you watch them lower her into the back of the ambulance. na-yeon’s tiny hand dangles. her hat is gone.  

“na-yeon! what happened?” her father calls, asking the paramedic as he is stumbling into the vehicle. the doctors slam the doors behind him.  

the sirens scream again.  

you just stand there, unmoving, watching the ambulance drive off. you don’t realize your fists are clenched until your nails dig into your palm as your throat burns. 

‘please be okay,’ you think.  

not the only light you’ve had in weeks, limp as she is being taken to the hospital.  

you had no idea about her conditions. did na-yeon eat something she wasn’t supposed to? did someone do something to her? your mind went wild.

you stay there long after the crowd disperses. you stay silent and still wishing you had done more.  

the next morning is tuesday.  

your only day off.  

you should be grateful…most people working the stands barely get a break. for you, it’s the worst day of the week because on tuesday, you’re alone with your thoughts.  

you wake up around ten, later than usual, buried beneath heavy blankets in your too-small bed. the sun peeks through the blinds, cutting harsh lines across the floor. you don’t get up at first. you just lay there, staring at the ceiling, letting the quiet suffocate you.  

your mind spins. all you can think about is na-yeon. there have been no updates, no word, no laughter.  

you hate not knowing.  

you wish you could’ve worked today…at least at the stand, someone might have known something. maybe her father came back, maybe one of the other workers heard something at the hospital.  

instead, you're stuck in your room, spiraling. eventually, the emptiness becomes unbearable. you force yourself out of bed. you take a lukewarm shower, pull on your most comfortable jeans, and toss your wallet into your coat pocket. your grocery list is short: laundry soap, lettuce, ranch, body wash… the essentials you can guess.  

you walk to the store in silence, the weight of the last 24 hours pressing into your shoulders. the streets buzz faintly around you, but it all feels distant. muffled.  

the store lights are too bright, and the aisles too clean. you move through them like a ghost.   

you stare at the wall of body wash bottles for too long before grabbing the cheapest one that doesn’t smell like some artificial fruit or plant.  

you don’t speak to anyone and you pay in cash and leave without looking the cashier in the eye.  

on the way back home, you take the shortcut…cutting through the narrow alley between the abandoned bakery and the old printing shop. you’ve used it a hundred times before.  

however, you walk against the rocks below your feet and see a man standing in the middle of your path. he is tall, and has broad shoulders.  

the man’s suit is clean, perfectly pressed, like it was made just for him. sharp black dress shoes, polished to a shine.  

he smiles when he sees you.  

“excuse me,” he says politely, voice smooth, “i’m sorry to bother you miss… would you like to play a game?”  

you blink.  

“…what?”  

he holds up a square envelope. inside it….a colored tile and what looks like a stack of money.

“one round. simple game. all you have to do is win.”  

you narrow your eyes, “and if i lose?”  

“then i win,” he replies, still smiling, “and you get another chance to try again. each time, you walk away with something.”  

you don’t know why you stay.  

maybe it’s curiosity, maybe you’re just tired of going through the motions. its probably the abnormality and curiously poking at your mind at this strange exchange.

you nod slowly.  

he explains the rules. a matching tile game. quick, stupid, childlike.  

you lose.  

however, the slap that hit your face is fast and loud, snapping your head to the side. your eyes sting and your cheek burns, you’re shocked at the impact but surprised when he gives you that same light smile from before.  

after you win the second game… he hands you an envelope.  

inside is 100,000 won. crisp. clean. real.  

you stare at it.  

“…why?”  

he shrugs, “you played.”  

after, he hands you the card. it is brown and embossed. there is no name, just a number. on the other side there is a shape of a circle, a triangle, and a square.  

“call if you’re interested in something bigger,” he says, “if you want more than just getting by.”  

you stare at him, stunned.  

“i’m not in debt or anything,” you mutter, still dazed.  

“you don’t have to be,” he says simply, “sometimes it’s not about money. sometimes it’s about having hope.”  

just like that, he walks away.  

you stand there in the alley with a grocery bag in one hand and a future you didn’t ask for in the other. your cheek still stings and your mind races because you weren’t even looking for something new. you weren’t even broken financially in the way people usually are.  

you slip the card into your pocket.  

just in case.  

a week later, you weren’t sure what you were walking into.  

the field area looked too cartoonish. it felt too smooth, too clean, and the guards in red didn’t speak. the doll acorss the field did not make things any better. you tried not to look at it for too long. 

everyone was herded together like cattle…rows of strangers in numbered green tracksuits. your number, 346, was among the many players. 

you felt a hand push you aside when you were standing around the middle. you nearly protested, but the man whose jacket was labeled 456, turned around to the crowd.   

“listen carefully!,” he warned, eyes wide and desperate, “this is not just a game! if you lose the game, you die!”

at first, you rolled your eyes. really? is he really trying to sabotage the game for everyone else already? however, the fear in his eyes… and that desperate tone in his voice changed your mind as he pleaded more…

“hey! what are you talking about?” a woman called out. 

“we’re gonna die playing red light green light?” another asked. 

“don’t listen to him, that man is clearly drunk.” a younger boy, one around your age, mumbled that that woman.

the man started raising his hands, “if they catch you moving on red light, they will kill you! they will shoot you from above! stay on your toes!”

you weren’t sure if he was trying to scare everyone or protect them. however, your gut feeling started to scream at you. the same gut feeling you used to have back during your last relationship when you felt like something suspicious was going on.

your stomach turned, your nerves kicking in fast. yes, your mental health had been on a sharp, steady decline for months now. yes, you’d started to feel like maybe the world wouldn’t miss you if you were gone but you didn’t want to die. not really.  is this man being serious.

the game started, and for a moment, things were okay.  

the robotic voice called out, “green light.” and you moved slowly, and cautiously, but you moved.  

“red light.” you stopped.  

you did it again and again.  

suddenly, you heard a sound of a buzzing bee. you were scared of bees too, but the sound came from a distance. all of the sudden, a scream ran out. you didn’t think much about it until a gunshot exploded from your left.  

you flinched, hard, your knees locking from the sudden loud noise, a strangled gasp stuck in your throat. you turned your eyes (only) to see the screaming woman fall…. then another.  

for seconds, blood splattered the ground like spilled paint.  

screams erupted around you. someone bolted. another followed and more gunshots ringed out.  

you wanted to run. every fiber in your body, every thread of muscle, screamed at you to go. your adrenaline flooded you like a wave, your heart hammering against your ribs so hard you thought it would break but your mind… somehow, your mind was louder.  

if you move, you die.  

that thought buried itself in your spine. you didn’t move.  

your breath stayed trapped in your chest and your eyes stayed straight ahead.  

step by step, you forced yourself forward when it was green light and stopped instantly when it was red.  

you could hardly hear anything anymore. just the mechanical voice, your own pounding heartbeat, and the sound of bodies dropping like they meant nothing.  

when you finally crossed the line, it didn’t feel real.  

your foot touched sand and your legs collapsed beneath you.  

you sat there, heaving, chest rising in shallow, sharp movements. your vision swam.  

you’re okay, you told yourself but you weren’t.  

your lungs wouldn’t open. your fingers were numb. your mouth trembled as if trying to speak but forgetting how. you tried to breathe in and out and in and out but it felt like something inside of you was locked shut.  

you wanted to cry and you wanted to scream but all you could do was sit there on the sand, broken and breathless, while the game went on behind you.  

back in the dorms, the silence was heavy.  

you climbed to the top bunk the second the guards allowed it, wanting to be away from the crowd. you needed something to hold you, something solid. your knees still shook from earlier, and your hands hadn’t stopped trembling since your foot first hit the sand.  

you sat cross-legged, arms wrapped around yourself, your back pressed to the cold wall.  

from up there, you could see everyone.  

most people just stared forward…at the guards, at nothing. no one spoke and no one cried. shit, some people were even engaging in jokes like nothing even happened. it was like everyone had already run out of emotion.  

the guards stood tall and motionless as they offered empty congratulations. “congratulations on completing the first game.” 

you wanted to scream.  

congratulations? hundreds of people were dead.  

this wasn’t a game because this was something dystopian.  

you pulled your knees up to your chest, trying to keep your breathing slow.  

then, from the top bunk just to your right, someone shifted.  

you didn’t look right away, but you felt her eyes on you.  

when you finally glanced over, the woman gave you a crooked smirk. she sat in a strange position…knees pulled up high, feet balanced like she was on the edge of a cliff, arms folded over her thighs.  

the woman’s eyes were sharp. not unkind, just… ancient.  

“you have lessons to learn here,” she said, voice low and melodic.  

you blinked, “what?”  

“a second chance,” she went on, tilting her head, “you’re here for it. to be stripped down. maybe to see yourself. to appreciate what the pain taught you. if you listen, you might leave better than you came.”  

you stared at her, unsure whether to speak or look away.  

you did neither.  

she smiled wider, “your spirit’s been heavy for a long time. now’s the time to choose who you become.”  

you didn’t say anything because you couldn’t. what the hell were you supposed to say?

before you could make sense of her words, the guards announced the voting process.  

everyone stirred, murmurs breaking through the stillness.  

you climbed down from your bunk, boots echoing softly on the metal steps. your number hadn’t been called yet, but you didn’t want to wait.  

when they did call it…player 346…you were already on the ground.  

you stepped forward. heart pounding.  

they offered you a choice.  

a red “X” to leave.  

a blue “O” to stay.  

your hand moved before your mind caught up.  

you grabbed the blue badge and pressed it to your jacket and you didn’t know why.  

you weren’t in debt and you weren’t dying but… you didn’t have anyone waiting for you either.  

no parents. no siblings. no one to miss you.  

you just… didn’t feel like you mattered out there. maybe here, at least, you had a purpose. 

you returned to your bunk in silence with the badge cold against your chest.  

however, you think you are so alone. you are not. you didn’t notice the eyes on you from across the room.  

a man…someone who had watched you freeze with perfect control during red light, green light. someone who noticed your breathing, your panic, your will to stay still.  

you didn’t know it yet but someone had their eye on you.  

na-yeon’s father.

there were too many people…shadows with numbers, faces blurred by stress and panic. you were caught in your own storm, caught between the smell of blood and the sting of regret but he noticed you. player 246.  

the man’s eyes found you from across the dorms, and the look that crossed his face was something between horror and disbelief.  

he knew you. you were her!  

the woman behind the ice cream counter. the one who always gave na-yeon the tiniest extra scoop and called her a superstar. the one whose voice softened around his daughter, even on your worst days. the girl who made his daughter’s life better through her blood cancer issues.

you were the one who made his little girl’s eyes light up like the fireworks they never got to see.  

he watched as you took your vote to the front… calm, deliberate.  you chose to stay and he didn’t understand yet.  

what were you doing here?  

he had seen you at the park, always put together. baby blue shirt uniform with nice levi jeans, hair tied back. you looked like someone who knew how to keep moving forward.  

yet here you were, in the same green uniform as him in the same broken place.  

he had voted to leave. of course he had.  

na-yeon needed him. the moment they said “vote,” his heart had snapped back to her soft voice, her strawberry hat, her small fingers tugging at his paint-stained sleeve.  

he needed to get out since she was still fighting in the hospital.  

why did you want to stay?  

he thought of how na-yeon always came home with him and said your name like it was a gift. how she talked about your smile, how you listened to her, how you gave her “princess ice cream” even when it was too early for sweets.  

he had seen you from a distance…those rare breaks between sketching portraits at the roller coasters. he saw the way you looked at her, not just like she was someone else’s child, but like she mattered to you.  

so what happened? what changed in you that made you walk through this door and stay here?  

gyeong-seok’s thoughts threatened to spiral, but the voice interrupted everything.  

the votes were finished. blue majority.  

he closed his eyes for just a second, not just for himself, not just for his daughter but for you too.  

you didn’t belong here, and yet… now you were trapped just like him.  

part two

[the-expired-tofu]

The Devil's Trumpets | Pt. 5

|| A 'The Glory' fanfic || MINORS DNI [18+]

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a/n: Hey there, this is my first time writing a fan fiction. I might change a few things in my fictions later on. Also, my English isn't my first language so my writing might lack some fluency. Hope you enjoy :)

trigger warnings: lots of swearing, bullying, murder, gore, depression, abuse, mature content, violence, sexual themes.

pairing: reader x multi

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Moon Dong-Eun

I’ve been a great help to Y/N for quite many days. I finished tutoring Min-hee and helped her get into the Semyeong Elementary School. On the other hand, I helped Y/N move into her new apartment. After finishing helping her settle, I got her the job at the convenience store. The old lady was really nice and that she told us that she was in need of another helper since she couldn’t handle everything all alone. All the supplies for the school and the transportation services were done by me.

After everything was done, I brought Y/N to my apartment. She was caught off-guard due to all the pictures of them attached to the walls in front of her.

“You did quite the research, didn’t you? You weren’t kidding back then when you told me you tracked each and every step they took,” she said as she slowly approached a picture of the group together in their teens. She was reading the sticky notes that I attached on some of the pictures when she saw a polaroid of her when she was young, followed by few other pictures of her from the current time, along with her niece. She also saw a few photos of her families before and after they separated. She stood in front of those and rubbed her finger gently on an image of a girl I believe was her sister.

“You didn’t leave me out as well,” she said as she turned around to meet my eyes. “I have every reason to be mad at you, Dong-eun, but at the same time, I don’t. I can simply report you to the police for stalking me and immediately put an end to your years’ effort, but at the same time, I can’t. I can easily walk out of this place and quit participating in your plan, but I don’t wish to. Because I trust you, Moon Dong-Eun. Not only am I risking my own life, but also Min-hee’s life. Once they find out about her, they will use her against me as my weakness. So make sure you prove me wrong and help us not get caught.”

After hearing those words from her, that’s when I knew I did the right thing involving her in this. She’s aware of the environment she’s getting herself into and knows how to take the necessary precautions, and not just an airhead with the lust for revenge.

“I knew you would feel this way once you notice those pictures. But I couldn’t help it either. When we were in school, you never bought a cell-phone for yourself. So it was quite difficult to track you down.”

“I would rather call it stalking than tracking down, Dong-eun,” she said as she turned away from me to look back at those images. I couldn’t say anything since she made a fair point. But I didn’t have any other choice either.

“I don’t recognize her. Who’s she?” She points out to a picture of Hyeon-nam.

“That’s Kang Hyeon-nam. She works for me as my assistant. She’s the one who helped me land the job as a homeroom teacher. She’s also the one who ‘stalked’ you.”

“Huh, interesting,” she said as she removed her finger from the picture and placed her hands inside her pockets. “I would like to get to know her.”

“You will when the time is right.”

I walk towards the kitchen as she moves from the wall to the window, her eyes never taking it off of those images.

I placed a small security camera at the top shelf in my kitchen, making it unnoticeable, and connected it with my phone. I took out another small box that contained another security camera and handed it to Y/N.

“There’s a possibility of them finding out about our address once they get to know about our plans. So take this, and install this somewhere where nobody will notice it. And don’t be surprised when one of them or all of them enters your house when nobody’s there.”

“Alright,” she takes it from my hand and puts it back into her satchel.

“Come on, let’s go to the roof.”

“The roof?”

“Yeah, I want to show you something.”

“Okay,” she walks past me towards my door. I unlock the door open as she busies herself in putting her shoes back on. As we got outside, I locked it behind me and walked towards the elevator. 

We got inside the elevator and pushed the button to go upwards.

“Did you get the invitation for the Alumni Awards?”

“Sorry, what?”

“The Alumni Awards ceremony at Sung-han High. It’s in a few days.”

“Oh yeah maybe I did. I haven’t checked it yet.”

“Am thinking of going.”

“Wait, they’re going to be there too, wouldn’t they?”

“Yes. You need to come as well.”

“What’s the use? We aren’t even getting any awards?”

“It’s not about awards, Y/N, it’s a game of intimidation.”

She kept staring at me as if I said something illegal that deserves life in prison. We didn’t talk for a while.

The elevator came to an abrupt halt and the doors slowly opened before us. We stepped outside and climbed few more stairs to finally get to the roof.

It was a beautiful evening with the sun just setting, the color of the sky a perfect hue of flame. We came near the edge that overlooked the houses that stretched far beyond our vision. The tall buildings at far distances created just the flawless silhouette I’ve ever witnessed. Everything about Semyeong just felt so beautiful at the moment. I never took some time for myself to appreciate how exquisite this place this. The ordeals I faced here, never actually gave me any time to appreciate anything about my life.

“You see the house there?” I points to the one nearby.

“Yeah, what about it?”

“That’s where Yeon-jin lives.”

The perfect moment she was in immediately faded when she heard her name.

“That’s where she lives?”

“Yes. Ha Ye-sol, Ha Do-yeong, Park Yeon-jin, all under the same roof.”

She looked at me with her bewildered eyes, a face of the scared.

“But-then why did you buy this apartment? Wont they find out easily?”

“Not so easily Y/N, she has no clue whatsoever. She still thinks that she can get away with anything. She never learns.”

She looks back at the house. The lights on the road and inside the house lit up as it got darker. We didn’t talk for a while. The sun had set a while ago. Everything is just happening so fast, it’s making me feel overwhelmed, but I didn’t think of telling that to Y/N, otherwise she would be scared too, almost like how a mother deep down feels scared for their children but acts like there’s nothing wrong, just for them to not get scared.

It’s been my dream, for so many years, to stand here and watch over all of them, behaving as if they did absolutely nothing wrong, as if, they can get away with anything they want. Little do they know, that am right here, right in front of them, to prove them wrong.

“The day I dropped out from Sung-han High, I went to meet them, at the gym.”

She removed her hands from the edge and turned to look at me.

“What?”

“Yes. That day, I felt something new, some kind of new change in myself, something a bit evil.”

“Evil?”

“Yes. Almost like, the end of their reign, but a beginning of my hell.”

“What happened that day?”

“That day, was the only day I entered the gym voluntarily. Nobody forcibly dragged me there, I went in completely on my own. I remember so clearly, as I walked in, Hye-jeong started walking away from me, as if she was scared of me. But I ignored her, and went straight to Yeon-jin, sitting at her usual place. The weirdest part is, we talked about our dreams.”

“Dreams?”

“Yeah, they submitted their “dreams” at Cyworld, and I read all of them, told them about those that day. Yeon-jin dreamt of becoming a wise mother and a wife, Choi Hye-jeong dreamt of becoming a stewardess, Jeon Jae-joon wanted to own the golf course, and Lee Sa-ra dreamt of being an artist. Obviously, they asked me about my dream as well.”

“So what did you say then?”

“Yeon-jin,” I said with a pause. “I told her that she was my dream, and that I really wish to meet her again.”

“So all of our dreams finally came true.”

“Indeed. And I wish to bring them to their knees and show them no mercy.”

She turned around to look at me again, but I didn’t. I haven’t taken my eyes off of that house.

“Does Ha Do-yeong have the slightest idea that he married a monster?”

“He doesn’t, but he will soon. And so will Ha Ye-sol. I wish to isolate her to the point that the people she holds dear, the ones who covered up her crimes, will give up on her. Soon then she will feel like the only human on this planet, she would become completely transparent. All of her crimes and secrets will show up and she will rot in hell. Nobody will ever even think, of helping her. You can never change a monster, Y/N, never.”

She stares at me for a while and then looks away. The air was filled with aroma of the potted plants behind us.

“Do you wanna know what Myeong-oh’s dream was?”

“What?”

“To become rich.”

She began eyeing me from the side when we burst into laughters. When was the last time I laughed like this?

We took a breather to stop ourselves from more laughing. It was quite hilarious how Myeong-oh dreamt of becoming rich yet here he is, working as Jae-joon’s lackey.

“Alright then. I guess I’ll see you on the awards day.”

“Yeah.”

We went back the same way we came to the roof. Climbed down the little flight of stairs and got into an elevator to the ground floor.

I saw her out and got her a cab. As I went up to my apartment, I was thinking of how I could have told her about the meeting I had with Myeong-oh few days ago. I will tell her when the timing is right. I bribed him enough to keep him in suspense—he will also be the one to know who murdered Yoon So-hee, hopefully.

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Pt. 6 will be out soon

[whchenlvr]

hello ml, how are you? you wrote yandere once and I hope you’d write it again <3

yandere big ben squad (ben, gogo, gray, gerald, teddy, eugene, rowan) reacting to reader asking to breakup

thanks a lot <33

breaking up (yandere ver) ;

weak hero eunjang x gn!reader

ben park

➤ he’s get this dark, kind of faded look in his eyes when you ask to break up

➤ he knows you’re being serious, but ben doesn’t care. you belong to him. you promised to only love him. you can’t back out of a promise

➤ the type to be super jealous. he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself, grabbing your wrists as he pulls you somewhere more private to tell you he isn’t letting you go

alex go

➤ “sorry, i don’t think i heard you.”

➤ you’d try to talk to him, explain that you’ve fallen out of love and want to experience being single, but he’d ignore you

➤ “i know what you’re saying, y/n, you can stop repeating yourself. it’s you who doesn’t understand. we’re in this relationship together.”

gray yeon

➤ gray would only stare at you with a clouded look in his hooded eyes

➤ “break up?” he’d say, as if it were the punchline to a joke. “not funny. you can do better than that, y/n.”

gerard jin

➤ gerard would act fine with it at first. he’d nod along and let you leave, but it doesn’t take you long to notice that he’s following you

➤ you’d let his follow you to your house before turning around and asking him what he’s doing. he’d blink up at you, confused. “what do you mean?”

➤ “stop following me, gerard! we’re broken up!”

➤ your words would make him chuckle a bit. “you don’t think that’d work on me, right? stop playing, i know you. you wouldn’t last a day without me, y/n.”

teddy jin

➤ you’d be sitting with coco and teddy when you decide to break the news that you want to break up

➤ he’d either be paranoid or maniacal. “me? us? we? wait, huh? break up? what about.. what about co? what about us?!”

➤ you’d try to explain, but teddy would shake his head and run trembling fingers through his hair. “i’m not… we’re… you can’t break up with me!”

eugene gale

➤ he’s a nervous wreck, constantly pulling at his hair and scratching his arms when you ask to break up

➤ “y-you want to break up? with me? n-no.. no, we can’t, y/n. i can’t live without you!”

➤ he’d reach out to quickly grab your hands and cry and beg you to reconsider and stay with him, repeating that he wouldn’t survive without you

rowan im

➤ he’d laugh. and laugh. until you get uncomfortable

➤ when rowan realizes you’re not joking, his face would go blank. “try again, sweetheart. you can’t get rid of me that easy.”

[curi0us-gh0st]

Hi! Hope you're doing well ☺️ I would like to request headcanons for Ha Do-yeong and Jeon Jae-jun (separately) falling in love and confessing to a female reader is Moon Dong-eun's friend who helped her in revenge? She is also a very loving mother figure to Ye-sol? And what it will be like to date them? Thank you ❤️

(Im)Perfect Relationship (Do-yeong & Jae-jun)

pairings: Ha Do-yeong x Fem!Reader, Ye-sol x Fem!Reader (Platonic), Jeon Jae-jun x Fem!Reader,

word count: ± 1k

genre: Angst, fluffy, suggestive (?)

summary:

Jeon Jae-jun, He was the almost perfect guy for all the girls, he had everything he wanted whenever he wanted, and the only thing he wanted, he couldn't have, was you.

Ha Do-yeong, With his thought of leaving Seoul with Ye-sol, trying to keep his daughter away from the evils of the metropolis, he only saw a single light to stay.

warnings: mention of Moon Dong-eun's bullying, swearing, forgiveness (?), almost an unhappy ending, Reader being doubtful of any act of Jae-jun, jealousy, age gaps, kissing, mention of Park Yeon-jin, let me know if anything slipped out.:)

a/n: aaaa, kinda sad? but, after all, deep down there are feelings :((

part 1 / part 2 (smut)

Jeon Jae-jun

★ Jae-jun the moment he met you, the first time he saw you with Moon Dong-eun on the court, he quickly felt that he could convince you (or you) with his charm, but he didn't even come close, you and Dong-eun just cutting off the chat and leaving happy that their plan had begun.

★ Jae-jun, after several times seeing you in situations involving Dong-eun and his revenge, he felt tempted to flirt with you, but unfortunately for him, he always got dumped, getting angry and determined to make you surrender to his beauty.

★ When Jae-jun realized that he wanted you more than any other woman he could have, he felt indifferent, laughing in his own face, because he had simply never felt that way with Yeon-jin, much less with Hye-jeong. So he spent long moments thinking about why he wanted to stay close and wanted to impress just you.

★ Jae-jun when he touched himself is in love with you, he cursed himself internally, cursing himself every moment he found himself thinking about you, what it would be like to wake up next to you, how your lips could be soft and sweet, how your food would be hot, etc. And he quickly shook his head furiously while you were almost finishing him off in the revenge plan, he must hate you.

★ Jae-jun thought that if he got rid of Yeon-jin, he would have a share of forgiveness and found the perfect time to confess his feelings while he almost made you guys crash into his car, what a stupid idea he thought of later. You asked Dong-eun to stay in the car, saying you would deal with him and well, it was really awkward talking.

"You're telling me you're in love with me? You're kidding, right?" You laughed in disbelief, the rain wetting your hair and clothes with how much outside it was.

"I am not kidding!" He shouted angrily, it wasn't because he was in love that he would be sweet, he was still explosive.

"No way." He scoffed. "It's impossible for someone like you to have feelings, especially you! Are you aware of what you did to Dong-eun? Do you feel guilty? Do you feel ashamed? No, right? Because you are you! Superb, just thinking about money and sex, nothing Besides, it matters.” He spat out the words. "Someone like you would never know what love, empathy, compassion, those things are. Never, do you understand?"

"Y/N, please…" Before he could say anything, Yeo-jeong appeared, asking you to leave with Dong-eun and he would sort it out, you obeyed, leaving there.

★ Jae-jun in the following days felt frustrated, hating himself for every moment of that damn conversation. You were right? Could he ever feel what love is? Did you hate him? Was he such a horrible person? And if he asked for forgiveness, would everything change? Would you like him? He was so confused, so sad, for the first time in his life, he would have to fight for something he truly cared about.

★ When Jae-jun went to visit Hye-jeong, after all those events, he felt strange and even asked Choi why he was feeling that way, of course Hye-jeong looked at him strangely, in disbelief at what she was hearing, quickly Jeon he told her to forget about it and not tell anyone, the moment he left, he came face to face with you, dressed as a nurse and with a gentle smile while talking to a patient, when your eyes met theirs he soon disappeared, moving on to another wing, but was prevented by him.

★ Jae-jun took you to the hospital terrace, where you could stay afterwards, saying he had to talk to you, you had no choice but to go.

“Y/N.” He tried to find words to say what he felt. "I know you don't believe me, and you're right, I understand that. But please… Just think about it." Jae-jun put his hands together for the first time to beg for something.

"Rethink?" You asked. "What do I have to think? You hurt my friend, you made her about, what do you want me to rethink?!"

"Oh!" He shouted impatiently. "Damn, I know what I did, but… I… Fuck!" He couldn't. "I-I like you! I want you, not just to stay and leave the next morning for the first time, I want to wake up next to someone, I want to be the reason you smile, I want to actually be good to you, I don't know why I'm feeling this, but that's what I think every time I see you! Please, please, please. Think again, if you really don't want to, I'll disappear from your life forever!" Jae-jun knelt in front.

His eyes staring deeply into yours, really trying to convey everything he felt to you, he didn't understand, but he thought it was the right thing to do. You stared at him, kneeling in front of him, your heart pounding, confused, strangely thoughtful at the confession, maybe… Just maybe, could you forgive him? Was he lying? Was he cheating on you? Was he planning something with this? Why would he go to the level of kneeling and begging? Maybe, you should at least give him the pleasure of a cup of coffee or dinner to hear what he had to say. Maybe, you should talk to Dong-eun and Yeo-jeong about this, you were so confused. You really need to think about this.

Ha Do-yeong

★ When Ha Do-yeong met you, you were Ye-sol's babysitter since Yeon-jin went back to work, you spent most of your day with the little girl. He was surprised when he saw her with Moon Dong-eun after her resignation, but logically, he didn't say anything to Yeon-jin while letting you see Ye-sol while she was gone, since the girl was attached to you.

★ When Yeon-jin tried to push you away at all costs if Ye-sol, he intervened because the woman wanted to fight in front of her daughter, he didn't let her insult you, much less let her attack you. He pushed you away and apologized to you, saying that you could see Ye-sol in peace once the divorce papers were signed, you were surprised when you heard him say that but you agreed.

★ Ha Do-yeong, after Yeon-jin was arrested, he sent you a text message, asking if you would like to leave with them and leave Seoul, you quickly denied it because of your family and that your friend needed you even That you loved Ye-sol, he couldn't leave everything and leave like that, he understood that, he thought, he spent the night thinking about it.

★ He asked you for lunch one day, you were silent until the waiter took your orders, he cleared his throat to say something to you.

"Y/N. I understand that you don't want to leave Seoul because of your family, Moon Dong-eun and other personal reasons of yours. Therefore, Ye-sol has been very attached to you since forever, I think. She doesn't stop Talking about you and your times together, I wish you could babysit her again in some way. I just… I really want you close to her, she likes you a lot like I do." He said spontaneously, of course it made perfect sense in his head, but something held you back.

"Oh-" his cheeks lit up pink, it caught her off guard at this. "I know, Mister Ha. And well, of course I can babysit Ye-sol, I love this little girl more than anything and I understand that you would do anything to see her happy." You smiled shyly and he smiled brightly.

★ When Do-yeong got home after weeks of you accepting the proposal, he felt his heart catch fire seeing you and Ye-sol preparing a cake, the kitchen full of wheat and mixtures that spilled while lively music played in the background, and Their laughter filled the place with joy. When you saw him standing there, his cheeks turned red with embarrassment while Ye-sol was more radiant than anything.

"Appa, you're here!" The little girl ran to him, despite his protest that she would dirty him. "Y/N and I are making a cake for us all to snack on." Ye-sol whispered as if it was a secret.

"A cake? It must be delicious!" He smiled approaching the dirty kitchen. "Apparently, there were some unforeseen events." He laughed at how he was doing.

"I'm sorry Mr. Ha, I promise I'll clean everything up!" You assured.

"No problem, if the cake is good, you will be forgiven!" He tickled Ye-sol who laughed loudly.

Some time after everything was tidy and clean, you were sitting on the grass in the backyard, having a picnic in the moonlight, seeing the full moon in the sky while listening to Ye-sol's stories. Suddenly, Do-yeong reached out to his face, which made it red again.

"There's still cake mix on your face." He chuckled, wiping at his chin. His gaze and hand remained for a good few minutes, you were very beautiful, how did he not notice that before?

"My God!" You almost exploded with embarrassment. "I'll have to spend long minutes in the shower to clean up all this mess." You laughed shyly as his eyes lit up, quickly taking his hand away from you.

★ After that day, he found himself feeling different about you, you seemed more beautiful and more attractive than any other woman he had ever seen, and who had flirted with him. He refused to accept his own feelings, because you were younger than him, he felt hesitant about it.

★ After much thought, he invited you to go with him and Ye-sol to the beach, you accepted thinking it was just to take care of Ye-sol during it, but certainly not. You were tempted to look at his almost defined body, the masculine features that highlighted his beauty, heavens, you were feeling completely attracted to his boss…

★ And this was even deeper when you saw a woman talking to him, feeling strange, calling Ye-sol to come with you, to call him.

"Jagiya?" "Appa!" You called them, right behind him. Making the woman look at you and as he turned around in surprise at the call.

"What?" He asked in surprise.

"Jagiya, Ye-sol wants to eat ice cream… How about you join us?" You teased, making a different tone appear on Do-yeong's cheeks. When the woman said goodbye to him, it was his victory, without saying anything, he took them to the ice cream shop.

That night, minutes after you put Ye-sol to sleep, he was on the balcony looking at the stars drinking wine he found in the hotel room.

"Jagiya. Was this all to drive away the woman I was with?" You almost spat the wine out of his mouth when Do-yeong appeared in the doorway.

"I… No…" He chuckled at her nervous state. "Were you jealous?" He asked, knowing the answer. "She was a lookalike from the company, who saw me and came to greet me, don't worry." He teased making your cheeks catch fire.

"Mister Ha…" You saw him get closer to you.

"Maybe I should show you who my heart belongs to…" He said almost in a whisper, your heart pounding against your chest, your eyes dilating, on impulse, you set the glass aside, holding onto Do-yeong's long shoulders and pulling him into a kiss, soft and sweet.

"Maybe, you already have your answer…" his eyes sparkled next to his.

That night, a new passion set fire to Do-yeong's heart, a true and pure love, without lies, without deceit, without cheating. Where even his daughter felt welcomed and loved.

[kyzielanzxyri]

Royal Match

Masterlist

Hwang Minhyun/Seo Yul x m!reader

Warnings: Feminization, bxb, totally disregarded anything from alchemy of souls, m!reader is the heir to Jinyowon and is based on Jin Cho Yeon, Implied nsfw, not good in english, beginner writer, Jang Uk's gate of energy was not closed

The four seasons of Daeho who were Jin y/n of the Jin family of Jinyowon, Seo Yul of the Seo family of Seoho fortress, Jang Uk of the Jang family, and Park Dang-gu of the park family of Songrim were very powerful, even at a young age they showed great potential, mastering hwansu through the years.

Even though they've reached and mastered Hwansu they were still young and mischievous often playing pranks on each other. They were the desires of everyone at Daeho.

Jin y/n, although male, was feminine and had the ability to bear a child, which made him all the more magical and mysterious, he wore lavish gowns and was adorned with expensive jewels form head to toe, after all he was the heir of Jinyowon.

Although the four of them were very good friends, Seo yul felt attracted to him, often staring at him during practices, and being protective of him.

Fast fowrward this night, they were at the garden, just the two of them, staring deeply at each others eyes, "I've loved you for a long time now, Seo Yul, and I know that this means nothing to you but-" before y/n could continue, Seo Yul kissed him, that was the only time that Seo Yul abandoned being responsible or though of the consequences, he just did what he wanted to do.

Needless to say, a few months later they were engaged and later married, in a few years, y/n bore children who were destined to inherit Seoho fortress and Jinyowon.

The heirs of Seoho fortress and Jinyowon, two extremely powerful mages, and most importantly, two people who loved each other, a royal match.

[wysteriahigh-rpg]

⛧ A-B-C-D ⛧

Anatchaya Suputhipong (Natty) - Brekker

Anton Lee - Gaku

Bae Joo Hyun (Irene) - Aqua

Barbara Palvin - Stone

Cha Eun Woo - Garfield

Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul (Ten) - Kira

Cho Mi Yeon - Serenade

Choi Beom Gyu - Destrie

Choi Soo Bin - Labyrinth

Choi Ye Na - BILLIE

Choi Yeon Jun - BILLIE

Chou Tzu Yu - soul

⛧ E-F-G-H ⛧

Fukutomi Tsuki - Brekker

Han Dong Min (Taesan) - Helyg

Han Yu Jin - Mimi

Hanni Pham - Labyrinth

Hong Eun Chae - Hina

Hwang Hyun Jin - Avalond

Hwang Ye Ji - soul

Kai Kamal Huening - Wari

⛧ I-J-K-L ⛧

Jake Shim - Gaku

Jang Won Young - Wari

Jeong Jun Ho - Rancid

Jeong Yun Oh (Jaehyun) - Mei

Jo Yuri - Baptism

Johnny Seo - Riv

Kim Dong Hyun (Lee Han) - Iridescent

Kim Jennie - Labyrinth

Kim Ji Woong - Howling

Kim Ji Soo - Zodiac

Kim Jong In - Kazu

Kim Min Ji - Helyg

Kim Min Jeong - BILLIE

Kim Sun Woo (Sunoo) - Helyg

Lalisa Manoban - Starlight

Lee Hee Seung - Rancid

Lee Ju Yeon - Helyg

Lee Min Ho (Lee Know) - Shota

Lee Tae Min - AKJ

⛧ M-N-O-P ⛧

Myoui Mina - Wari

Nakamoto Yuta - Ganamides

Ning Yi Zhou - Sillhvee

Nishimura Riki - Wari

Nakamura Kazuha - Bambi

Park Gun Wook - Silvergray

Park Sung Hoon - Baptism

Park Won Bin - Pierrot

⛧ Q-R-S-T ⛧

Park Jong Seong (Jay) - Mimi

Scarlet Leithold - Stone

Seol Yoon Ah - sweet.bubbles

Shen Quan Rui (Ricky) - Pantenom

Shin Ryu Jin - Gato

Son Chae Young -Gato

Song Ha Young - sakura

Sung Han Bin - BLOSSOM

⛧ U-V-W ⛧

Wen Junhui - soul

⛧ X-Y-Z ⛧

Ye Shuhua - Kuromi

Yang Jung Won - Brekker

Yoo Ji Min - amnesia

Zhang Hao - Mimi

⛧ FAMILIAS CANON ⛧

Dracul - Wari

De Nile - Brekker

Emberfall - Rancid

Pierrot - Rivers

[hanmin-elite]

Horarios

Próximo miércoles 23 de octubre

México, México: 11:00

Madrid, España: 19:00

Santiago de Chile, Chile: 14:00

Buenos Aires, Argentina: 14:00

Normativa

Las reservas de físicos tendrán una duración de 7 días.

Se permiten 4 reservas de físicos, pueden estar hechas bajo diferente seudónimo pero tienen que hacerse en el mismo ask.

Solo se aceptan reservas mediante ask.

No se permiten reservas para búsqueda.

Se puede reservar por un amigo, pero se tiene que especificar en el ask para separar los usuarios.

Citando el reglamento del foro

Edades: Los físicos a utilizar no pueden ser menores de 18 años a fecha del año en curso.

Formato de reservas

Nombre del Face Claim - Seudónimo del usuario - Contraseña

Líder ó sublíder de fraternidad - Seudónimo del usuario - Contraseña

Consejo estudiantil universitario - Seudónimo del usuario - Contraseña

Por el momento, solo se permite que el personaje tome una posición de autoridad (ser líder/sublíder o ser parte del consejo). Un usuario puede reservar los puestos que desee, pero no para el mismo personaje.

Reservas

A — B — C

Baek Jiheon  - Strawberry Matcha

Choi Beom Gyu - Tophee

Choi Soo Bin - Gwen

Choi Yeon-jun (Yeonjun) - SugarRush

D — E — F

Danielle Marsh - Capacity

Enami Asa - Leixah

Fukutomi Tsuki - Tessellate

G — H — I

Han Dong Min (Taesan) - strawberry cupcake

Hanni Pham - deadpool

Huh Yun Jin - bones.

Hwang Hyun Jin - Vhereux

J — K — L

Jake Sim - Latte

Jang Won Young - BitchyMe

Jeon Jung-kook (Jungkook) - Pirate

Jeon Won Woo - Nanba

Kai Kamal Huening (Huening Kai) - Pirate

Kang Hae Rin - bluepace

Kim Dong Hyun (Lee Han) - Ezy

Kim Jennie - Lilac

Kim Ji Soo - manzanita

Kim Min Gyu - Sunday

Kim Min Jeon (Winter) - strawberry cupcake

Kim Tae Yeon - powerpuff girl

Kim Young Hoon  (The Boyz) - VIVIAN

Lee Felix - SugarRush

Lee Hee Seung - vortex

Lee Jae Wook - Pikachu 

Lee Min Ho (Lee Know) - BitchyMe

Lee Na Gyung - Resonance

Lee Taeyong - Blveberry

M — N— Ñ — O

Myoui Mina - sincerity.

Nicholas Wang - bones.

P — Q — R

Park Bo Gum - powerpuff girl

Park Jeong Seong (Jay) - VIVIAN

Park Sung Hoon - Oyuki

Park Seong Hwa - Alex99

Park Won Bin - Stormy

S — T — U

Sakura Miyawaki - aqua

Song Min Gi - zeroberries

Seol Yoon Ah (Sullyoon) - Strawberry Matcha

V— W — X — Y — Z

Watanabe Haruto - manzanita

Yang Jung Won - Tessellate

Yoo Ji Min (Karina) - bubblegum

[my-universe-rpg]

A - B - C - D Aaron Taylor-Johnson ✦ Milky Bang Chan ✦ Ru Ben Barnes ✦ aldycrowleyfell Brock O’Hurn ✦ Lionheart Byeon Woo Seok ✦ Neverland Byun Baek-hyun ✦ Betelgeuse Choi Beom Gyu ✦ Shinmon Choi Soobin ✦ ddalki Choi Yeon Jun ✦ Nubes Chris Evans ✦ The Firefighter Colby Keller ✦ Nham Diego Luna ✦ Tamal Rojo Dove Cameron ✦ Aurora Dylan o'Brien ✦ Shezza

E - F - G - H Han Jisung ✦ Smile Hugh Dancy ✦ Nefelibata Hwang Hyunjin ✦ Gin&Tonic

I - J - K - L Jackson wang ✦ Kitsune Jang Won Young ✦ Star Jeon Jung Kook ✦ Nubes Jeong Yun Oh (Jaehyun, NCT) ✦ Diaval John Seo (Johnny) ✦ Pumba Jung Eun Bi (Eun Ha) ✦ Pommie Jung Hoseok (J-Hope) ✦ Natilla Kai Kamal Huening ✦ Cocoroco Kim Chae Won ✦ Star Kim Jennie ✦ BlueLagoon Kim Kibum (Key) ✦ Smile Kim Min Jeong (Winter) ✦ Pusheen Kim Seok Jin ✦ Limonada Kim Tae Hyung (V) ✦ Lilium Lalisa Manobal ✦ Watermelon Lee Dong Min (Cha Eun Woo) ✦ Lord Barkis Lee dong-wook ✦ Kitsune Lee Felix ✦ Bunny Lee Hee Seung ✦ Creep Lee Ji Eun (IU) ✦ Hare Lee Minho (Lee Know) ✦ Bunny

M - N - O - P Madison Beer ✦ reckless Min Yoon-gi (Suga) ✦ MYuniverse Minatozaki Sana ✦ Fancy Nakamoto Yuta ✦ Hanasaki Park Jimin ✦ Limonada Park Seon Woo (Sunoo) ✦ Vixen Park Sung Hoon ✦ Dheixa Pedro Pascal ✦ Sixsmith

Q - R - S - T Seo Soo Jin ✦ Patata soviética Shen Quan Rui (Ricky) ✦ Mockbeth Song Yu Qi ✦ Haku

U - V - W - X

Y - Z Yang Jung Won ✦ Blas Yeh Shu Hua ✦ Patata soviética Yoo Ji Min (Karina) ✦ fancychild Yoo Si Ah (YooA de Oh My Girl) ✦ Kintsugi

[decayinggracerpg]

A - B - C - D

๏ Bae Joo Hyun (Irene) / Bluey

๏ Choi Beom Gyu / Blaze

๏ Choi Mi Yeon / Serenity Haven Orphanage (Psicóloga infantil) / Segunda hija Choi / Serpens

๏ Choi San / Halazia

๏ Choi Soo Bin / Pianista / Bubbletea

๏ Choi Yeon Jun / Yeongwonhan Mart (Dependiente) / Lynn

๏ Christopher Bang (Bang Chan) / Pepita

๏ Do Han Se / Maquillaje y Vestuario / Coco Loco

E - F - G - H

๏ Han Seung Woo / Wang Primogénito / Waffle

๏ Hwang Hyun Jin / Hijo menor de los Song / Restaurador / Coco loco

I - J - K - L

๏ Jang Wong Young / Cherry

๏ Jeon So Yeon / Super Lady

๏ Jung Woo Young / Halazia

๏ Kang Hae Rin / Daphne Blake

๏ Kang Seul Gi / Soul

๏ Kim Chae Won / Dramatic Dimensions (Actriz) / Primogenita Kang / Leixah

๏ Kim Ha Ram / Lemon

๏ Kim Jennie / T.

๏ Kim Seok Woo (Rowoon) / Time Craft (Dueño) / Primogénito Choi / Anthare

๏ Kim Tae Hyung (V) / Comisaría (Sargento) / BadApple

๏ Kwon Na Yeon (Nana) / Videoclub / Space

๏ Lee Dong Min (Eunwoo) / Cherry

๏ Lee Do Hyun / Vendedor especializado en antigüedades / Tiger

๏ Lee Hee Seung / Grey

๏ Lee Saerom / Primogénita Song / Aqua

๏ Lee Seung Heon / Spider-man.

๏ Lee Sun Mi / Trabajadora Social / Fanta

M - N - O - P

๏ Matías Recalt / Jinete.

๏ Min Yoon Gi / TI

๏ Myung Jae Hyun / Hijo menor Wang / P

๏ Nana (Unis) / Hachi

๏ Nicha Yontararak (Minni) / Fanta

๏ Ning Yi Zhou (Ningning) / Gemelas Wang / Bluey y Amicia

๏ Nishimura Riki (Niki) / Actor (Dramatic Dimensions) / Hijo menor Kang / Yuki

๏ Park Ji Min / TI

๏ Park Jong Seong / Corgi

๏ Park Seong Hwa / Tanatopractor / Dechim

๏ Park Sung Ho / Tanatopractor / Mitty

๏ Park Sung Hoon / Bibliotecario / Choi (Cuarto hijo) / World

Q - R - S - T - U

๏ Shen Quan Rui / Angel Dust

๏ Song Kang / Médico de psiquiatría / P

๏ Sung Han Bin / Angel Dust

V - W - X - Y - Z

๏ Yoo Ji Min (Karina) / Melocotón

[almostwisegalaxy]

The glory

Ha Do Young x reader

Part 1

Year 2019

three years before the series

"Don't you want to get revenge too?"

Moon Dong Eun and I have known each other for eight years now. At that time, I had lied about my age to work in the factory and have a roof over my head. When she found out, she didn't try to tell the manager as I feared.

She looked at me with her usual look and said, "It's brave for someone your age to work in a factory, but this is not a game. Make yourself small and work hard to leave this place.

After that, I started to like her. She never approached me, but she would stand up for me when I got in trouble. And for the 14 year old I was admirable

Because of her reserved personality, I didn't want to stick to her and bother her. Instead, when I noticed that she was starving herself, I would steal some bread and canned salmon from the storeroom and leave it next to her whenever she was studying late. The day she left, she had left me a note that said < when you get out of here, come see me and I did. Today, we have grown so close that I call her big sister.

"While I was away, they set their sights on you. There are no causes without consequences y/n . I will make jeon jae joon pay for what he did to you but for that you must give me your help.

"Dong Eun you know that I don't want to see him or his gang again. I just want to be away from all this.

"Don't you want to avenge your son? How can you tell him to walk with his head high in the streets if his own mother is always walking with the fear of running into her criminals again? "

After hesitating at first, he replied, "What should I do?

"I will give you an identity thing and you have to seduce Park Yeon Jin's husband.

2022

Ha Do Young pov

I walk in the newly opened Go park. My first goal was to play with someone who would like to play with me, but given the early hour I quickly drop the idea. Instead I decide to take a walk and soon I'm rambling about my problems.

Lately I have more and more suspicions that ye-sol might not be my daughter but jeon jae joon's. No matter how many times I think about it, I can't bring myself to do it. I love this child too much to give her away.

So I continue in my devaluations without really taking notice of what is happening around me until I hit a person and felt an intense burning in my stomach.

"Excuse me. Being in a hurry I wasn't really looking where I was going and you were in my way. It's nothing your fault of course".

Look at the agitated young woman in front of me who was trying to make amends as best she could

"The tea must be burning you sorry. Wipe yourself with this" she said, handing me a pocket towel. I gladly took it.

"It's early and I've already ruined your blouse. I apologize for that.

"It's nothing.

"Please send the dry cleaning bill to this address. "

She handed me a card which I took before continuing

"Excuse me again but I have to go or I'll be late" she said bowing in politeness and left

Funny woman. I threw the card and went to change. Fortunately I have a change of clothes.

Y/n pov

Yeon jin what will you feel when you see the burn on your dear husband's belly. The same place where your and jae joon marked me with oil?

________________

It was my lunch break so I went out of the hospital in which I work at the general medicine station to have some tea and sushi and change the air. The tea here is much better than the one in the hospital.

I wonder what my son is doing at this hour. I would like to spend lunch with him but it is impossible. I take a sip of my drink when someone calls out to me

"I nodded too quickly to see who it was.

"I apologize for disturbing you during your meal.

Ah Ha Do Young. How surprising that my prey comes to me alone

"You are the man from Go Park, I recognize you. Sorry again about your shirt.

"About that you told me to send you the bill but I misplaced your card.

Aren't you rich enough to pay for the dry cleaning yourself?

"Oh, I see," I said as I slid a new business card towards him.

"When you didn't contact me I thought you had forgotten about me.

"Oh no. It's not every day that people with such an atypical appearance as you have in Samyong.

This comment I received a ton of times for good or bad. Being a black skinned woman with frizzy blond hair is not easy in Korea (of course you can change the appearance of y/n)

"Don't take it the wrong way of course".

When I didn't react he must have thought I was offended

"Not at all. Being Melanesian in Korea sometimes has these advantages I stand out easily in a crowd".

"But I guess you didn't take your time just to talk to me about money, did you?"

"You're right. I realized that I didn't know the name of the one who had me throw away a new shirt early in the morning.

I'm kidding of course."

"Yu In-soon" I said and held out my hand.

"Ha Do Young" and he'll hold my hand in return.

"My pose is ending soon. See you again Mr. Ha".

"Likewise Miss Yu"

Part2:

[vanilladollette]

Hi! Hope you're doing well ☺️. I would like to request headcanons for Ha Do-yeong and Jeon Jae-jun falling in love with the reader. She is from a rich family and Moon Dong-eun's friend who helped her in her revenge by getting married to Jae Jun. She doesn't really love him; she only got married to him to help Dong Eun. Even though he cheated on her with Yeonjin, he still loved her (toxic love) and was possessive over her. At one point, she met Do Yeong after he learnt about Yeonjin's infidelity. He fell in love with her too. Both men being obsessed with her and getting jealous of each other. Thank you ❤️

╰┈➤Having Jae-Joon and Do-yeong being obsessed with you

╰┈➤Author's Note: I didn't know how to end this so the ending might be bad.

You were a daughter of two very rich people.

Growing up, this caused many people to assume that you were snobby, spoiled, rude, better than everyone, a show-off

However, they were all wrong.

Despite having parents who had well-off jobs and made tons of money, they raised you to be polite, smart, respectful, manners.

Things that children of rich people do not have

When you got to highschool, many people believed that you would hang out with Yeon-jin and her friends.

Including Yeon-jin.

Except you didn't.

You wanted to be friends with people who wanted to be friends with you because you were like or because you had money.

That's when you become friends when Moon Dong-eun, who you became good friends with.

Dong-eun was a sweet girl, even though things at home weren't good, she was still the happiest girl.

Unfortunately, Dong-eun started to get bullied by Yeon-jin and her friends.

You did the best you could to help Dong-eun but when the bullies of your friend also have rich parents, they are able to get away with it.

This led to Dong-eun dropping out.

You weren't surprised that she decided to drop out and you didn't blame her.

You offered her place to stay at your home when she found out that her mother got up and left, leaving Dong-eun with no place to stay.

Dong-eun stayed for a few months before she left.

She thanked you for letting her stay at your home before leaving.

You and Dong-eun didn't talk much after that.

You and Dong-eun went your separate ways.

Until a year later, you receive a call from Dong-eun.

Dong-eun explains that she was planning to get revenge on her bullies back from highschool and was wondering if you were willing to help her achieve her plan.

You agreed to help her.

She asked you if you were willingly to marry Jeon Jae-Joon, not fall in love of course, but to get information from him.

You told her you'll try to get him to marry but you cannot promise he'll marry you.

Luckily, it was easy to trick Jeon Jae-Joon.

You met Jae-Joon at an exclusive gala organized by a mutual acquaintance, where your families were invited as prominent guests.

Jae-Joon, known for his charm and arrogance, approached you with a mix of curiosity and confidence, intrigued by your reserved yet commanding presence.

Despite his reputation, you managed to maintain your composure, impressing him with your intelligence and sharp wit during your conversation.

Unbeknownst to Jae-Joon, your encounter was preplanned by Moon Dong-eun, who saw this as the perfect opportunity.

Over the next few months, Jae-Joon pursued you relentlessly, enjoying the challenge of winning your attention.

Jae-Joon fell deeper for you, mistaking your calculated actions for genuine affection, while you maintained emotional distance to avoid unnecessary complications.

It takes long before Jae-Joon asked you to be his girlfriend.

Of course, you said yes.

Jae-joon believed that you actually love him.

You couldn't believe that Jae-Joon truly believes that you love him.

While you were with him, there was not much information to get from him to give to Dong-eun.

All of the information you received from him, Dong-eun already has.

You continue to stay with him to try to get more information from him.

For a year, you played the role of the perfect couple.

The tabloids adored you both, labeling you the power couple of the elite. Jae-Joon was possessive, yet he worshipped you.

Then, he proposed.

The wedding was grand, an opulent event attended by Seoul’s wealthiest.

You were the envy of many, draped in a designer gown, standing beside a man who claimed he would give you the world.

Still, no new information from Jae-joon.

It wasn't until two years later, you discovered information from Jae-joon.

Jeon Jae-Joon cheated on you with Park Yeon-jin, who is married to Ha Do-yeong.

Once you discovered it, you rushed to tell Dong-eun.

You didn't divorce Jea-joon after you discovered he cheated on you.

Your goal was to help Dong-eun get information Jeon Jae-Joon.

You couldn't divorce him despite one piece of information on him, you could find out more information about him.

A couple of weeks later, Moon Dong-eun tells you that Yeon-jin announced her pregnancy.

You ask Dong-eun if she believes the baby is Jae-Joon's.

Dong-eun wasn't sure if it was and has no way of knowing if the baby is Jae-Joon's but she will definitely keep that in mind.

Jae-joon continue to act like everything is completely normal, like he hadn't cheated on you.

Jae-joon continues to buy you bouquets of your favorite flowers, takes you out to dinner, etc.

A couple years later, Moon Dong-eun sets her plan into motions.

Everything began to fall right into place.

Ha Do-yeong

You knew who Ha Do-yeong was, CEO of a large construction company.

You have seen your father do business with him.

Do-yeong found out that Yeon-jin cheated on him with your husband.

Do-yeong knew Jae-Joon was married but didn't remember who Jae-Joon has married until he finds out that you are Jae-Joon's wife.

The moment Do-yeong saw you, he became infatuated with you.

You are the most beautiful woman he has seen.

Do-yeong come to you to ask you if you knew that your husband was teaching on you with his wife.

You smile as you told him that you did, you were the one who caught them together six years ago.

This confused Do-yeong. If you had known, why didn't you divorce Jae-Joon?

You revealed to him that you were working with Moon Dong-eun, a friend of yours who came to you for help to which you agreed to.

You amazed Do-yeong.

He didn't know what amazed him about you.

When Jae-Joon found out that Do-yeong was talking to you, he was angry.

Ha Do-yeong already took his daughter, now he is trying to take away his wife?

Jae-joon confronted Do-yeong on him talking to his wife.

He asks him what he does he thinks he's doing talking to his wife only for Do-yeong to ask Jae-Joon to ask him what he was doing with his wife.

Jae-joon didn't like that being thrown at his face .

Is this what Do-yeong felt when he found out that he was sleeping with his wife? Jae-joon asks himself the moment he actually realizes that you could leave him for Do-yeong.

Jae-joon tries to find ways to keep you away from Do-yeong but get Ye-sol back.

Do-yeong continues to talk to despite Jae-Joon threatening him to stay away from you.

There was on incident where Do-yeong and Jae-Joon had gotten into a fight with each other about you. (Do-yeong won).

You watch of all this go down.

All while you smile to yourself on how they fight over you.

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[meadowfics]

obsession

park yeon-jin x f!reader

your bully has been obsessed with you for years, and you finally lean into it

warnings: obsession. mentions of homophobia. comphet implied.

you never understood yeonjin's obsession with you.

it started young, when you were just two girls existing in the same world, but living vastly different lives.

yeon-jin, the golden child, the untouchable queen of your high school, wrapped in designer clothes and cruelty, and you—the girl who had nothing but the same pair of sneakers everyday and a mother who worked herself to the bone just to keep the roof over your head.

the girl had everything. yet, she watched you. she followed you everyday with those sharp eyes. she insulted you, laughed at you with her group of friends as if she needed to remind herself that she was better than you.

except she wasn’t... not really.

at night, when she stared at her ceiling, when her mother’s words rang in her ears...

'keep that filth to yourself, yeon-jin. no daughter of mine will ever think about being with a woman'... she thought about you.

not with hatred, but with hunger.

yeon-jin never wanted to believe it, not when she was younger, not when you escaped to college, finally slipping through her grasp and bullying, and certainly not when she married a man and had a child, convincing herself that this was what her life was meant to be.

however, she saw you again.

it had been seventeen years. seventeen years since you had turned your back on all of them...her, sa-ra, hye-jeong, jae-joon. many years since you left behind the torment, the suffocating weight of yeon-jin’s presence.

now here you were now. successful. powerful in your own right without the help of your parents or nepotism.

yeon-jin hated how good you looked.

you were sitting down when she found you, one leg crossed over the other, your stylist slipping a pair of sleek heels onto your feet.

your chauffeur stood outside, holding an umbrella to shield you from the rain you had apparently been too distracted to check the weather for.

"y/n," she said, your name rolling off her tongue like something sacred.

your head lifted. when you saw her, your expression barely shifted, only the smallest flicker of surprise flashing across your face before you masked it behind indifference.

"yeon-jin," you greeted smoothly, brushing a piece of lint off your lap.

"it’s been a long time."

she smiled. the kind of smile she always wore on tv talking about the weather.

perfect. practiced. controlled.

"it has," she agreed, tilting her head, "but i wonder… have you been avoiding me?"

you scoffed, amused.

"it’s not like we were ever friends, yeon-jin."

the woman's smile twitched, just barely. however, you continued, glancing at her with something softer, something more distant.

"i heard you got married," you said.

"and you had a daughter. congratulations."

she should’ve just said thank you. she should’ve nodded. she should’ve smiled that fake smile and let you slip away again like you always did.

she didn’t.

instead, she tilted her head, and with a voice as casual as if she were commenting on the weather, she said,

"it should’ve been your daughter."

you froze.

your stylist hesitated, fingers pausing against the strap of your heel.

"excuse me?" you asked, brows furrowing.

yeon-jin’s lips curved, something slow, something dangerous.

"you heard me," she murmured, "it should’ve been your daughter."

your pulse kicked up, something sharp clawing at the edges of your mind.

"we’re women," you said, like that was the strangest part of all of this.

yeon-jin laughed, sharp and full of something bitter.

"don’t be fucking stupid," she whispered, stepping closer, close enough that you could smell her perfume, could feel the warmth radiating off her body.

she reached out, tracing a single finger along your jaw, and you swore you stopped breathing.

"did you really not know?" she mused, her voice quieter now, almost taunting, "all those years… you never noticed?"

you thought back.

the way she always found a reason to talk to you, even if it was just to insult you. the way she watched you when she thought you weren’t looking. the way she took so much pleasure in making your life hell, but never in the same way she burned dong-eun, never in a way that truly left you broken...because maybe, deep down, she never actually wanted to hurt you.

she just wanted you.

your throat went dry.

"leave us," you murmured, barely turning your head toward your stylist.

the woman hesitated, looking between the two of you, before nodding and slipping out of the room.

the moment the door shut, yeon-jin moved.

the woman's hands curled into your collar of your expensive grey trench coat, and then she was kissing you.

it was harsh, desperate, the force of it knocking the breath from your lungs.

you didn’t kiss back at first, your mind still catching up with what was happening...who was kissing you.

she didn’t stop.

the weather girl's hands fisted into your clothes, dragging you closer, and the frustration, the longing, the pent-up obsession poured into every movement of her lips against yours.

then, before you could think better of it, you kissed her back.

you shouldn’t have. you knew that.

you did.

yeon-jin's nails scraped against the back of your neck, her teeth grazing your bottom lip as if she had been waiting years, well decades, for this moment.

when you finally broke apart, her breath was heavy, her lips red and swollen.

"you hate me, don’t you?" she whispered.

you swallowed.

"yes," you murmured.

yeon-jin's fingers curled against your skin.

"good," she whispered, pressing her lips to yours again.

this was how it started.

no one knew about this continuing affair, except for sa-ra, hye-jeong, and jae-joon.

jae-joon hated you for it.

jae-joon glared at you from across the room whenever he saw you with her, since he wanted yeon-jin for himself.

however, yeon-jin wasn’t letting you go, not now and not ever.

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[the-expired-tofu]

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a/n: Hey there, this is my first time writing a fan fiction. I might change a few things in my fictions later on. Also, my English isn't my first language so my writing might lack some fluency. Hope you enjoy :) trigger warnings: bullying, murder, gore, depression, abuse, mature content, violence, sexual themes. pairing: reader x multi

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Y/N

“Y/N DID YOU MESS UP YOUR CUSTOMER’S ORDER AGAIN?” My manager yelled.

 “I’m sorry, I’ll make sure this doesn’t happen again,” I apologise as I bow in front of him, followed by a sharp pain of his slap right across my face. Gasps and whispers echoed in the room.

  “Fifth time this month. Do you get what I'm saying? FIFTH TIME THIS MONTH!!! Am firing you next time you do this again. YOU HEAR ME?”

“Yes sir.”

 He begins to walk away as I retreat back to clean the counter.

 "Honey, you should go easier on her," The manager's wife whispered.

  "Look, we are the only ones properly running this restaurant and we barely get any customers. This is the least i can do to atleast get more people.”

"Don't you think he's being too hard on her? She barely got a proper job after her graduation. He should be grateful that she even chose to work here," whispered one of my co-workers.

"I don't know. I heard she ran away from her house. We don't even have any information about her family. Don't you think it's all too suspicious?"

"Is Min-Hee really even her niece? Or is that a child she had out of wedlock?"

And so all the whispers followed. So many rumours yet none of those ever bothered me.

My shift is almost over.

I’ve been working at a fast food restaurant in Seoul for two years now. I live in an apartment few blocks away with Min-Hee, my four year old niece. Her parents were killed in an accident two years ago. Her mother, who was also my sister, had wished for me to take Min-Hee into custody. Quite many people were against this idea since I was financially unstable to raise her on my own. Today, I can say am financially stable enough to get Min-Hee into a school. The restaurant employees, including myself, are not well compensated. Payment of bills and rent is quite difficult for all of us. The money I make from my job was enough for me to manage a roof over our heads. Even though I never wanted to live like this, I am still grateful of the fact that I no longer live in Semyeong.

I finish my shift by depositing the rubbish outside in the restaurant's back yard. I was thinking of buying some noodles for Min-Hee on the way home when I notice a shadowy figure standing at the end of the street.

I didn't give it much thought until the person started walking towards me. Nobody else was on the street except me, and our restaurant had just been closed by one of my coworkers. It was 9:45 p.m. I don’t know where to go. I don’t have anything to protect myself with.

The faint light in the street helped me figure out the person’s appearance. The individual had their hair tied back as a low ponytail and wore a long grayish coat along with long loose pants. As the individual came more nearer, I could finally see the face. It’s a woman.

As she eventually approached me, I could finally recognize her. I felt chills running down my body when she got more closer. I remember who she is.

Moon Dong-Eun. After so many years. I was quite curious to what happened to her after she dropped out. The Moon Dong-Eun I remembered from high school feels like an entirely different person than the one standing right in front of me. But what the fuck is she doing here? How and why did she find me?

“It’s been quite a long time. How are you doing y/n?”

 I didn’t say anything at first.

“You can say am doing fine I guess. I have a job now and…." I paused. I decided to stop blabbering and cut straight to the chase. "What are you doing here? How the hell did you even find me?”

“I will explain that later. I need your favour.”

“Favour?” I crossed my arms as I said so.

“Yes. I’ve been wanting to do this for quite many years now. I can even pay you if you want.”

“Pay me?" That's strange. "Okay. What is it that you need from me?” I ask hesitantly.

She doesn't say anything and looks around. Is she trying to look out for someone?

“I need you to go back to Semyeong.”

My arms dropped to my sides. The silence grew louder between us. I stood right there in disbelief. No, I cant go back there. Not when I have Min-Hee now, no. I worked hard to get away from that godforsaken place. No. I cant go back there.

“Sorry I cant. I cant just go back to Semyeong just because you asked me to. Am not going back even if you pay me. Since you’ve been able to find out where I live, you might already know that I have my niece to take care of. Sorry. Just find someone else.” I raise my hands as I try to dismiss our conversation and retreat away from her.

“I understand your reason. But don’t you think they're living their lives quite easily, after knowing what they’ve done to you? What they’ve done to us? Don’t you want revenge too-”

“Am sorry. I already told you, I cant go back there. I can barely afford anything these days, let alone go back to the hell I escaped from. Sorry, I wont help you.” I nod my head as I gather my things.

“It’s 10 pm. I have to get back.” I say after a pause. I start walking towards my apartment. Min-Hee is waiting for me.

“Yoon So-Hee was murdered.”

I stop dead in my tracks. Yoon So-Hee? Oh I remember her so well. Someone like us. Yoon So-Hee. She disappeared one day out of nowhere. Or so I was told. Nobody was able to find out what happened to her. Yoon So-Hee.

“What?” I turned around to face her.

She shows me a picture of a dull yellowish name tag. On it was carved in black “Park Yeon-Jin”. My mouth went completely dry. Yeon-Jin? She is behind the disappearance of So-Hee? How did Dong-Eun find that out?

“I mailed this name tag to the police right after I dropped out, hoping it would work, I was pretty naïve back then.”

“If you gave that to the police, how do you have the picture with you then?”

“I have my sources, which I can’t tell you yet.”

I keep staring at the name tag, did she really murder her? She willingly went that far to kill someone for her pride?

“After Yoon So-Hee’s disappearance, the police found a body of a girl in her teens with her skull cracked. Maybe she had few of her ribs broken as well. The body was found near the abandoned building of our school. Apparently, they did find a pink lighter at the roof of the building and never informed anyone outside their own people, but because of the snow, they couldn’t trace who it belonged to. The sweater she wore was burned too.”

All this information was just a lot for me take in. I just couldn’t say anything.

Dong-Eun takes my phone out of my hand and dials some random digits on it. She saves the number under her name. I need to put on a phone password.

“Call me if you ever change your mind. I’ll see you later.”

I stood there completely motionless as she walks away to the end of the street. She gets into her car and drives past me, didn’t even bother to look at me. What did she get herself into? How the hell did she manage to get hands on a confidential evidence? What will be her next move? She did mention she had some help in accessing the name tag. Then who’s helping her? Are they even reliable?

The ring of my phone interrupts my chain of thoughts. It’s Min-Hee calling from a telephone number.

“When are you coming home?”

“Almost there. Just crossing the street.”

“Doesn’t your shift end at 9.30?”

“Yeah I was just caught up with some stuff. Do we have food at home?”

“Oh yeah we have the leftovers from today’s lunch.”

“Oh that’s great. I’ll be right home.”

“Okay.”

I slide my phone inside my pocket as I walk up the stairs. Moon Dong-Eun. What the hell are you playing at?

I walk into my apartment. I haven’t stopped thinking about what Dong-Eun told me. She comes out of nowhere, tracks me down, finds out where I live and where I work, and decides to tell me about an information I am in no liberty to talk about to anyone. Are there more people who know about this? Or is it just me? What the hell do I do now?

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[whchenlvr]

Hello! This is my first time requesting something, im so sorry if there any mistake i did in accident, english is not my first language-

i want to ask if you can write weak hero characters with a reader who have a talent in cooking? You can write any character, but please put Seongje Geum in it! ^^ thankyou!

of course! your english is amazing, by the way ❤️❤️

when you’re a good cook ;

weak hero x gn!reader

wolf keum

➤ wolf doesn't strike me as the type to be picky over his food, since food is fuel and he'll eat anything to keep him going

➤ however :) you are determined to change this. so determined, in fact, that you go on a week-long cooking spree to find his favorite dish

➤ "y/n, there's no point in a favorite food. food is food." you give that statement three days. when you ask again, wolf sighs and grins after providing him with enough meals to last a lifetime. "fine. my favorite food is yours." "but—" "please don't ask again, doll."

gray yeon

➤ gray is always impressed when he catches you experimenting with ingredients by the stove

➤ he’s good at studying. he’s good at planning, and he’s good at executing; cooking does not apply to gray

➤ "it's like math," you tried to explain one evening as he helped you bake a cake. "one box of mix, plus one egg, plus some milk, equals one cake!" he'd just stare at you, completely clueless. "it's a good thing you're cute." "what?" "what?"

jake ji

➤ “y/n, you make the best kimchi~” “aw, thanks babe!” “can you please make some for us~” “-_-“

➤ no but i think jake would shower you with compliments every time you cook something, whether it’s for him or not

➤ #1 hype boy fr 💗

ben park

➤ to your surprise, ben wants you to teach him how to cook

➤ you’d show him the basics, and he’d be standing safety at the other of the kitchen when certain ingredients start sizzling or popping

➤ "ben, you won't learn to cook if you're all the way over there." "the food is fighting back!"

donald na

➤ he’s a good cook, but you’re a good cook

➤ i feel like donald loves and admires every little thing about you, but the fact that you're so talented in culinary is his go-to bragging right

➤ "oh, your girlfriend paints? well, my y/n is an amazing cook." "your boyfriend is running for president? cool, but y/n bakes better than your mom, so.”

gerard jin

➤ he’s lowkey mad cause how dare you make better chicken than ttosikki?

➤ when you cook, i feel like gerard would just glower over you. he'd always be in your way, but you never have the heart to tell him off

➤ "are you not going to eat?" you ask one night, and he stubbornly shakes his head. "is it cause i made chicken?" "it's not better than ttosikki!" "bruh, i never said it was!"

dean kwon

➤ idk i feel like dean is a really good cook, so when you show your skills off, he’s a bit intimidated

➤ "oh okay. so you wanna fight." "huh?" "no, i get it. you think you're the best cook and wanna battle for the title. let's go, y/n, let's go." "wh... ok?"

➤ unfortunately for dean, your bibimbap turned out much better than his. though he refuses to admit it, you know by the way he asks you to make dinner the next night that you won