#solo leveling

[flonflonflon]

FINISHED SOLO LEVELING A BIT AGO!!! So have some of the little shadow creechurs bc I love them

[sungjinwhump]

hunter sung jinwoo:

jinwoo:

there's a difference.

[mullermilkshake]

Two wrongs can make a right

Part 9 <- Part 10 -> Part 11

You're pissed... like really pissed.

Yandere!Jinwoo Sung x Fem Hunter!reader Tags - NSFW, pregnant reader, manipulation, Smut, p in v sex, vaginal sex, quickie, creampie, unprotected sex

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“I can’t believe you, Jinwoo. I wanted to break it to her easily- why did you tell her like that?”

There was an easy explanation for this, and it wasn’t the truth. “She was going to find out through someone else, wouldn’t you rather we tell her and not beat around the bush?”

“You know how she feels about you, what you did wasn’t compassion, it was like you were rubbing it in her face.”

Because it was exactly that.

“It’s not the case at all, I just thought it was best to rip the band aid off. You and me are having these babies, and she’ll have to get used to it. But skirting around the subject won’t help any one.”

“Why do I not believe that?” You were more than just angry, you were furious. Even your foot tapped impatiently at him. “It just felt so nasty how you did-“ 

You stopped abruptly, hand straight to your mouth with all the paleness in your face. “How you did that, it’s-“ You tried again and failed, placing your hand over your stomach.

And then your ability triggered Eye’s handmaiden. It appeared in the corner, standing as it always did, arms out ready for spell casting. It fed you a spell with its aura, calming you down so that now you were standing straight.

“What is it?” He asked, rushing over to your side. “Is it the babies?”

“N-no…” You watched Eye’s handmaiden closely. “I just felt sick, I… I don’t anymore.”

Could it be the morning sickness the doctor and Hae-in talked about? “You’re getting morning sickness? That’s what it is.”

You wanted to say something but stopped yourself, shaking your head quicker than Jinwoo liked and pressed your hand flat to his chest to make space. “That doesn’t matter, I’m still pissed off at you. Don’t go pulling that again, because I don’t want drama. I’m stressed enough as it is, me and Hae-in both are.”

Jinwoo pushed back against you to get closer, he took you by the shoulders. “I’m not trying to stress anyone out, especially not you.”

“Then why did you do that?” You didn’t resist his touch.

He wanted to come clean, he really did. But telling you he loved you wasn’t the right time. He had an idea now of when he’d tell you and today wasn’t it.

“You’re having twins. Half of them are me, and half of them are you. Maybe I got a little excited now that it’s settling in, we finally did it, I got you pregnant when for a time, I wasn’t sure that I could. I kind of want to shout it from the rooftops and show the Chairman that he did wrong trying to rush us, it only hindered things.”

You seemed to buy it for now, your expression though, not so much. “So, you’re telling me that you’re not freaking out about this, that you’re excited?”

“Uh…” Jinwoo rubbed the back of his neck with the sudden realisation that you must have been ready to slap him. “Well… I dunno, I just-“

You didn’t slap him, you didn’t scowl or grit your teeth, or just throw harsh language and scold him for it. No, you kissed him. Everything stopped, Jinwoo threw out everything from the air, anything unquestioned and hidden from your view so that he left nothing between you.

He pulled you into him, feeling his way over your waist and let your arms wrap around his neck, your fingers scrunching into his hair with a tug that sent him off. Jinwoo wanted you right here, right now, and pull everything from your bottom half and fuck you senseless over the bed and any other hard surface in the room.

But, he had two babies to think of now, and it wasn’t an option to be rough with you, not for a long while.

Would you even want to have sex, or was it the hormones just getting you hot and bothered? Because the way you kept yourself pressed against him gave him mixed signals. You were pissed off at him, yet grabbing onto any part of his body you could.

“The doctor said we can still have sex, right? I forgot.” You pulled away and slipped off your pretty red shirt, leaving your perfect breasts tucked away in your bra.

You still wanted to have sex even though you weren’t obligated to do so now that you were pregnant. That had to mean something. But it also begged the question of how much information you actually took from the doctor. It was one of the first things she spoke about. You could still have sex though with caution, because there were two babies and possible complications later down the line. 

So Jinwoo had to be careful.

For now, he’d have to restrain himself until the babies were born. Simple enough despite his urges and yours, clearly. You were all over him, pawing at his shirt right over his head and stealing little nips down his chest where you could reach. All the signs told him you wanted it, and wanted it bad.

He stopped you right there, making a gap you fought with until you realised, your eyes wider than they should have been. “What- oh shit, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s alright, I want it too- we just need to be careful, because of the babies. But… if you still want to then-“

You did, you kissed him quick and held him near. Jinwoo took the initiative and lifted you up in his arms so that your legs wrapped around his waist. Any hard surface would do. Anything. No bed, no softness, just upright. He took you straight to the end-suite bathroom, holding you firm under your ass and swiping the products from the counter so that they clattered and cracked on the tile floor.

“Fuck me Jinwoo- I need it right now or I’ll burst.”

Pleading always got his cock hard and twitching. He grabbed at your remaining clothes and pulled your underwear off, pulling his pants down just below his ass and gripping his thighs for dear life. Jinwoo spat in his hand and ran the wet right to the base of his cock to make it glisten, ready and aching to get inside you. It had already done its job in knocking you up, but his leaking tip wanted more. It wanted to fill you up every day for the rest of Jinwoo’s life.

“Jinwoo.” Your sternness caught him off guard. “If you don’t put your cock inside me right now, you can finish yourself off.”

The doctor warned him about this, mood swings and sudden changes in scenarios he never took much notice of, until now. He couldn’t ram his cock inside you like you clearly wanted, he held himself back and slipped himself inside your dripping pussy as cautiously as he could. You still let out an aroused gasp and adjusted yourself on the counter, wrapping your legs around and gripped his ass towards you.

“The doctor said we have to be cautious, pulling me like that isn’t cautious-“

But the way you bit his bottom lip drove him insane, the way you watched him with hungry eyes sent him wild.

“You’re driving me crazy, you want to be cautious all the time for nine months?”

No, of course not. 

And hearing such forward words drove him to go against his better judgement, though he never bit, regrettably.

“It’s what we need to do to make sure the babies are safe-“

“Please don’t talk about the babies right now while your balls deep, Jinwoo.” You had a point.

He wanted to say something, or agree with you that bringing up anything other than how good your pussy felt clenching around him. Nothing came out, it wasn’t justified when he did the opposite and slipped his tongue in your mouth. You responded in kind and kissed him back, more feverishly as though you were his lover that reciprocated and told him so everyday. You were yet to say it, Jinwoo knew eventually that you would admit it and give yourself to him.

For now, you accepted his cock with open arms and let him thrust you with some precision, yet tender loving care. Jinwoo wanted to please you in every way that you wanted, his compulsions also wanted you safe.

Still, for now, his urges got one up on the priority list. Only a fraction. A minute molecule.

But it still won.

He fucked into you, lacking his fingers with yours and nipping up your neck in what was possibly the most sensual experience of his life to date. You were constantly topping each new moment just by being you.

And only you.

He loved you.

He really loved you.

I love her. I love her. I love her. 

Each time his hips went flush against the plush of your thighs, he repeated that mantra in his mind, over and over. One day he’d say it out loud and one day you’d say it back. And when he came inside you much earlier than he wanted to, those three words almost slipped out. But what did, came as more of a surprise to Jinwoo than you it seemed.

“I think it’s time you meet my mom and sister."

Part 9 <- Part 10 -> Part 11

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DISCLAIMER - Crossposted from my AO3 - I do not own any of the characters or anything from the anime or manhwa. This is a work of fan fiction and is absolutely not representative of the views or intentions of the original creator(s).

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[victor-blog55]

I think my favorite moment in all of solo leveling is where when Jinwoo is fighting Igris for the first time, and realizes his dagger isn't doing anything so he puts it away and Igris is just like "Oh we doing straight hands?" Drops his buster sword and cape and just smacks Jinwoo into a wall.

[kissandtellus]

ㅤ✧ welcome ࿐ ˚. This is a list of all of my stories, one-shots & everything in-between!

★ Love & Deepspace

┇Zayne

⊹ ˚ ❥ Fate Foretold

⊹ ˚ ❥ Aftercare

⊹ ˚ ❥ Study Session

⊹ ˚ ❥ Deep Sub-Space

⊹ ˚ ❥ Brat Tamer

⊹ ˚ ❥ Revenge is Best Served Cold

⊹ ˚ ❥ Clinical Cycle

⊹ ˚ ❥ Something to be Praised For

⊹ ˚ ❥ Good Girl

┇Xavier

⊹ ˚ ❥ Broadway Bunny

┇Caleb

⊹ ˚ ❥ Bite the Hand That Feeds

⊹ ˚ ❥ I’ve got my Eye on You

⊹ ˚ ❥ Glass Wall

⊹ ˚ ❥ The View

⊹ ˚ ❥ Deep Sub-Space

⊹ ˚ ❥ Let me show you

⊹ ˚ ❥ At Attention

⊹ ˚ ❥ Mile High Club

⊹ ˚ ❥ Misunderstanding

⊹ ˚ ❥ Flight Plan, Ch. 1, Ch. 2

┇Sylus:

⊹ ˚ ❥ True Treasure, Ch. 1, Ch. 2

⊹ ˚ ❥ Picnic Date

⊹ ˚ ❥ Snared, Ch. 1, Ch. 2

⊹ ˚ ❥ Brat Tamer

⊹ ˚ ❥ Let me show you

⊹ ˚ ❥ Trapped

⊹ ˚ ❥ Good Girl

┇Rafayel:

⊹ ˚ ❥ A Prince & His Knight

⊹ ˚ ❥ A Lemurian Gesture

─── ★ ──────────────

★ MHA

┇Kirishima

⊹ ˚ ❥ Damsel in Distress

┇Bakugo

⊹ ˚ ❥ Scenting

⊹ ˚ ❥ Brat Taming

┇Aizawa

⊹ ˚ ❥ Dumb Little Thing

┇Shinso

⊹ ˚ ❥ Brat Taming

───★──────────────

★ JJK

┇Gojo

⊹ ˚ ❥ Lap Dog

┇Geto

⊹ ˚ ❥ Lap Dog

───★──────────────

★ Solo Leveling

┇Sung Jinwoo

⊹ ˚ ❥ Stolen Valor

───★────────────

[phantomrose96]

For those close to him, Jinwoo suddenly becoming unrecognizably tall, dark, handsome, and FLUSH with cash from a job he is famously the Worst In The Entire World at, should all seem very suspicious.

But I am dedicated to the vision that there is a completely logical and sensible explanation to all this if you simply assume Jinwoo started an OnlyFans.

[weponxwrites]

Yall ever just look at the characters you're attracted to and wonder. Wtf is this character genre

[ghostfiish]

Chrissy and I were talking about solo leveling but from the perspective of all the world powers that have to deal with the existence of the human catastrophe that is Jinwoo Sung The Shadow Monarch. And we came to the conclusion that these world powers would eventually realize that their best hope of tracking Jinwoo is 21 year old Jinho Yoo's instagram account

[circeyoru]

Shadow and Void _ Part 11

[Yandere!Sung Jinwoo x Enemy Monarch!Reader]

Arc 1: Part 1 ― Part 2 ― Part 3 Arc 2: Part 4 ― Part 5 Arc 3: Part 6 ― Part 7 Arc 4: Part 8 ― Part 9 ― Part 10 ― Part 11 (here)

Jinwoo and you sat down once more for snacks that you were craving since your ride on the slow ferris wheel. You munch on your burger and fries between bites while checking rides and sceneries you’ve been to like a checklist to complete for school assignment. Just as you were about to eat another bundle of fries, you were met with a plastic straw between your lips. You looked up and found Jinwoo holding your soft drink to your level so you could sip on it without issue.

“Drink, you can’t only be eating.” Jinwoo smiled.

You took a sip―gulps―and nodded to signal Jinwoo to retrieve the drink, then you continued eating.

Jinwoo’s chuckle made you stop once more and you looked at him with a brow raised, he waved his hand at you dismissively before playing with the straw. “Nothing, you just looked like a hamster. What with all your food in your mouth. It’s cute.”

“Wha― You!” You blushed and turned around, grabbing your fries with you to eat without his judgment. “Shut it! No one asked you to watch me eat!”

Jinwoo smirked, his eyes trained on the reddened ear tips. He glanced at the straw you drank from and had a brief thought that he immediately acted upon and he took a sip. Salty and sweet.

“Hey, aren’t you bored?”

Jinwoo looked over to you. You had turned your body partially back to the table but as if a cautious cat, you were still guarded against his tongue. He gave you an innocent smile, “Why would I be?”

Your eyes narrowed, “You may be human, but as a high-ranking Hunter, aren’t these rides’ adrenaline rush too weak for you? You must be bored out of your mind while riding it with me.”

Oh. You noticed? Frankly, he thought he was the only one paying attention to you, but it turns out you were doing the same with him. Well, you weren’t wrong when you deduced that, the rides were slow and they don’t pack as much thrill as they do when he was still a child. However, his focus today was all you. He’d sneak glances at you to see if you were enjoying yourself and get you anything that was to your fancy. For a supposedly emotionless and cruel Monarch, you were very expressive and human. He never imagined you’d be this into a date you were forced on.

“The games are a bit ‘slow’, aren’t they?” He spoke his mind with a bored expression. What would you do about that? He wondered. Yet when his eyes were back on you, you were entirely focused on your snacks. He internally sighed, he shouldn’t have expected too much from you. This was one step towards your relationship with him. He had to keep reminding himself that you weren’t someone who valued another above yourself.

“Can I suggest we do something? If you trust me not to kill you in the progress.”

Your question shocked him out of his thoughts. You still had that nonchalant expression while you delayed finishing your last bite of burger. He would have thought you thought nothing of it, but it knew it was special. Call it a gut feeling or familiarity from the memories he saw of you with Ashborn. All he could say was that you wouldn’t do it willy-nilly to anyone and that was all he needed to know.

“I trust you.”

Your widened eyes said he all. You didn’t expect his acceptance just as he didn’t expect you to offer him something without return. From time to time, you two were in your circle and neither would bend or yield to show your dominance. It took one small change to start everything. Your freedom.

A smile formed on your face, “Then can you bring me into the skies high above and away from people?”

In the skies painted with a gradient of pink to purple, the sun was starting to set, signalling the end of a day. The clouds were lined like layers of cream in a cake. The sounds of civilization were long gone with distance. Through the skies, a dark shadow ripped through the space, on it were Jinwoo and you. Kaisel flapped its wings while soaring through, speed slowing down when you two were in your own world.

You patted Jinwoo’s back and smiled when he turned around to peek at you. You only gave you a light push and leaned to the side while removing your hands away from his firm waist, until you were at the edge and dove down. Jinwoo gasped and immediately looked over Kaisel’s side, his fear turned to confusion when there was nothing below.

Then there was another pat on his head and his eyes shifted accordingly, only to widen when you were upside-down looking at him from above. That wasn’t the only thing that shocked him, focusing behind on your back was a pair of gray webbed wings with a misty aura around them, with each flap, there were gray wisps fading and mixing into the skies.

Jinwoo’s awe could only last so long before you went and pushed him overboard. In the spur of the moment, he panic and let out a scream as he freefall through the sky. You dove down with him with Kaisel following behind. Amidst his mess of a hair slapping in his face, he could see your hand outreached to him so he reached out to grab yours.

Yet you only slapped his hand away and went for his chest, his shock couldn’t even register your ‘rejection’ before he felt your touch at the center of his chest. A misty aura came from your hand and wrapped itself around his entire form, leaving only his face to see and talk. On his back appeared wings like yours and you took his hands.

“Pretend like you’re Kaisel or swimming in the air, let the wings do the work for you.” You spoke warmly and melodiously.

Jinwoo’s grip on you was tight. If he were on solid ground or flowing water, he would have been more confident. But in the skies? How could anyone think of flying with wings? No human, that’s for sure!! You were under him with wings that definitely grew larger so that you could carry the weight of yourself and him. He tried to straighten himself, mimicking your form. He tried to imagine his wings flapping like you told him and felt himself being carried.

You were patient and careful, your hold on him loosened until he wasn’t holding on to anything. You flipped back around and gave him some space, “Keep your legs together and your hands open under your wings until you get the hang of it. Your body must be coordinated to stay afloat.”

“This is… Surreal.” Jinwoo breathed out. He flew on Kaisel’s back countless times, he was momentarily in the air even more, but none of those could compare to this moment. “How is this happening?”

“Mist armour. It’s a flight suit of sorts, for you at least.” You explained. You did some tricks before flying side by side Jinwoo, “But for me, I just stole a technique from another Monarch entirely. It was hard to attach wings on myself without an armour, but I did it.”

“That’s amazing.” Jinwoo praised truthfully.

You froze a bit and looked away, “Thanks…” When you glanced back at Jinwoo, you saw him steadying his balance, but it was an improvement from the start already. You grinned and used the closest wing to him to flick his to off his balance, after enjoying his stumble, you chuckled and flapped your wings to pick up speed. “Catch me if you can!”

“Hey!” Jinwoo was left in your dust. His mind went into overdrive just to replay what you said to him. When he got the message he grinned and tried to copy what you did. “I haven’t even gotten the hang of it… But sure!”

You had already flown a distance away from Jinwoo, closing your eyes briefly to enjoy the wind in your face and hair. You momentarily recalled doing the same with your vessel’s human when she was feeling down in the dumps because of that stupid human boy she called lover, and you, being the entity beyond human comprehension, could only bring her out of the human realm and into one that would distract her from her suffering.

Without warning, your head was suddenly pushed down, making you momentarily lose your balance. When you regained it and looked forward, you saw Jinwoo giving you the face with his tongue out. Although you jokingly declared a challenge, now it was war. You held nothing back and flapped your wings strongly to boost yourself forward. You grinned as you saw Jinwoo scrambling to get out of the way so you wouldn’t crash into him, because out of the two of you, he was the one to fall indefinitely.

Your laughter echoed in his ears as you zoomed past while giving him a silly face of your own. Jinwoo chuckled along and followed behind you closely. The two of you enjoyed yourselves in the clouds away from prying eyes and nosy people left and right. You have to admit, being in the human world and living as one had its charms and you weren’t one to disregard a good time.

Subconsciously, your gaze landed on Jinwoo’s form. His flight was far from graceful and elegant, but he had improved, granted that it was his first time and you did suddenly placed him on stage to perform. You figured that he had his fair share of flights on Kaisel, though his actually flying was another story. 

That wasn’t all, if he wanted to go against the other Monarchs and in time defeat them all, he needed new strategies and battle plans. Some could and would take to the flies, maybe even into the waters, one could never predict. If Jinwoo, the successor of the Shadow Monarch, was to be the victor in all wars, his ability to adapt must be tackled and trained.

“So?” You called out to Jinwoo with a soft smile, “What do you think?”

“It’s really different from what I’m used to. In a good way.” Jinwoo answered, he tried doing tricks and even had his blade out to take a swing at the clouds as if they were monsters. “And it’s really special.”

You hummed, satisfied that Jinwoo found your idea decent. 

“...That amusement park…” Jinwoo’s voice broke the comfortable silence. You looked over to him but he had his gaze fixed to the distant horizon. “It’s where the portal that took my father appeared. I wanted to go there at least once.”

“...” Now it was your turn to be silent. You knew what it was, humans sharing their weakness or vulnerability. Then logically speaking, the one who listened would be comforting the other in some way. Yet you couldn’t find yourself doing the same or anything of the sort. It wasn’t from the heart as some would say genuine? Was that the word? You may have lived among humans for a long long time, but you were still far from being like one. “I see.”

Perhaps, the closest you could do was symapthize? At least it wasn’t his whole family. At least his father’s dead body wasn’t shown on the news. At least he wasn’t the one to find his father dead. Something like that. Gates appear at random most of the times, the collapse of one is due to a Hunter’s influence or the Monarchs controlling them. You only have the one that was the current one in the sky over the city. Otherwise, you can’t offer anything for Jinwoo.

“I don’t care that you’re staying by my side because of a debt to the previous Monarch. What I care is that you’re staying by my side now.”

His words were empty. He envied your attention and loyalty to Ashborn. He wanted it all to be directed at him. You showed him your cards, you listened to him and fought Cha Hae-In, and you advised him on your supposed allies. You were slowly changing sides, he could tell, it was subtle but he was winning you over. If it had only been just because of Ashborn, then you would have been the same as you were before. You wouldn’t be on a date with him, and you certainly wouldn’t be doing this with him right now.

You’ve changed.

And it was because of him.

That was all that mattered.

Note: Fluff fluff fluff!!!! I loved writing this scene!! Originally, this was going to be non-existent and the arc moves onto the battle (1 v 3) one, but then the idea just came to me. So~ Here it is. Hope you liked it! This marks the end of this arc. See you guys in the next one!!

On another note, the polls for {Inhumans Among Humans} are in. And the results are: romantic relationship between Jinwoo and Reader + The story will end before the Jeju Island Arc happens, so I think after the Demon Castle and High Orcs, then it'll end. I'll get to writing them~ Stay tuned for that series if you're interested!

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[weirdplutoprince]

he is so cute 👍

[smellysluna]

Chapter Three | Again, And Again, And You

Chapter Three: A+ for Effort, F for Sleep Strategy

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x Reader

Word Count: 5,8k

Summary:

You've lived through countless timelines—each one shaped by monsters, magic, and the unbearable weight of knowing too much. Until you wake up in a version of reality where none of that ever happened. No dungeons. No deaths. Just high school… and him. Sung Jinwoo—quiet, intense, and impossibly familiar—is here too, and maybe this time, it'll be you who changes his world.

Notes:

honestly I've worked more on this chapter than on my thesis and I'm going insane

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Jinwoo lay on his bed, one arm lazily behind his head, staring up at the ceiling like it might have the answers he's looking for. The moonlight sneaked in through the cracked window, painting the room in silver streaks, and the night outside was so quiet it made every thought in his head sound louder.

Sleep wasn’t coming tonight. He could tell.

His mind kept drifting back — back to you, to that rooftop, to the way your voice had broken, how you had clutched at his sleeves like you were terrified of being left behind.

And maybe you had every right to be.

He hadn't even realized until then how much weight you were carrying. How much you had been hiding behind that easy smile of yours.

He shut his eyes and exhaled slowly. His chest felt tight from something warm, aching, impossible to name.

He knew what he should be doing.

Preparing. Training. Finishing what he started.

There were Monarchs to defeat, a world to save.

But right now, the thought of leaving you, even for that, twisted his gut.

Maybe... maybe he didn't have to rush.

He had some time to spare.

He could stay until graduation, right?.

Another few months wouldn’t change anything — he was strong enough.

And you looked like you needed someone that could understand you.

And — he wanted to be here, too.

He cracked his eyes open, looking at the ceiling like it was a silent judge to his thoughts.

Would it be selfish?

Is it wrong to want a little bit of normal, before everything went to hell again?

He thought about it — about you.

How in the past, you had always seemed distant, like a celebrity just out of reach. But you were right there.

Someone he respected, yes, but also someone he could never quite approach.

You had always felt like a story he wasn’t allowed to read. Your eyes always held this quiet knowing—like nothing could surprise you.

But this time, you were different.

This time, you smiled without hesitation. You laughed like the world hadn't hardened you yet. You looked... free.

And maybe he wanted to be part of that.

Maybe he wanted to see who you were without all the weight, without the war, without the titles and expectations.

He curled his fingers into the bedsheets, frustration bubbling quietly under his skin.

He always wanted to talk to you — not as a warrior to a comrade but just... as himself. Jinwoo.

And you — just you.

Was that so wrong?

He huffed quietly into the dark.

He needed an excuse, some way to justify staying longer.

He could say he needed to rest before going into the next fight. He could say he wanted to finish school properly. That he wanted a normal life, even if only for a little while.

And that wouldn't even be a lie.

He did want that.

After so much time, he should be allowed to live a little without rushing toward death, right?

He should let himself have this small slice of something normal.

He turned onto his side, eyes heavy but mind racing, and pulled the thin blanket up over his mouth, letting out a muffled, frustrated noise.

He'd stay until graduation.

He decided it in that moment, locking it in his chest like a secret.

He would protect you and when the time came, when you were ready, he would leave.

When you didn’t need him to be your safety net anymore.

Maybe, he thought, if he did this right, he could be a part of your freedom.

Maybe this time, he could leave you smiling, not broken.

The thought — embarrassingly corny as it was — made something flutter weakly in his chest, like a tiny bird finally stretching its wings.

God, he really couldn’t sleep now.

He swung his legs off the side of the bed, resting his elbows on his knees, running both hands roughly through his hair.

He needed to see you. Needed to talk to you.

Even if you weren’t awake yet, even if it meant waiting until morning.

He didn’t care.

He would wait at the school gates if he had to.

Just... to catch a moment. To say something.

He got up, grabbed his jacket — and hesitated a moment, glancing back at the bed he knew he wasn’t coming back to tonight.

One last small, stupid, stubborn smile tugged at his lips.

For now, he'll allow himself to be selfish.

Just for a little while.

Moments later, Jinwoo found himself standing at the school gates — freezing, sleep-deprived, and questioning why he thought this was a good idea.

He shivered and stuffed his hands deeper into the pockets of his jacket. His breath fogged in the cold December air, little clouds puffing out with every exhale.

Not once in his entire school career had he been this early.

Not once.

He didn’t even know how early you showed up every day. All he knew was that whenever he walked into class — dragging his feet, half-awake — you were already there, bright-eyed, chatting easily with a couple of girls about whatever drama had aired the night before.

He had always thought you were just one of those people — the morning people. The ones who could watch TV until late, still beat everyone to school, and somehow look good doing it.

Meanwhile, he stood here now, bleary-eyed, teeth chattering, and half-certain his ears were going to fall off from the cold.

Maybe I got here way too early, he thought, miserably blowing into his cupped hands for warmth.

Maybe this was stupid.

The sky was still more purple than blue, and frost clung to the edges of the fence. The streets were mostly empty, save for the occasional car passing by with its headlights cutting through the misty morning gloom.

He shifted on his feet and tried to focus, but his thoughts kept drifting back to the early hours of the morning — or what little of it he had actually slept through.

Jinwoo had swiftly rolled out of bed, eyes stinging from barely any sleep, and stumbled into the kitchen. And settling his jacket on one of the kitchen chairs.

His father, who was in the middle of sipping his coffee with the morning paper, blinked at him in surprise.

“You’re up early.”

Jinwoo scrubbed a hand down his face, yawning wide enough to crack his jaw. “Couldn’t sleep much,” he muttered.

“Is there a reason why?” his dad asked, setting down his cup with a hint of concern in his voice.

It wasn't just the lack of sleep that bothered him — it was... Jinwoo himself.

There was something different about him lately. Subtle. Hard to pin down. Like his little boy had suddenly grown a thousand miles away overnight.

Jinwoo fumbled for an excuse but came up empty.

“Dunno,” he lied unconvincingly, scratching the back of his neck.

Out of habit — and forgetting entirely that his dad was still there (normally he'd already left for work when he woke up) — Jinwoo reached for the coffee pot and poured himself a full cup of black coffee.

His father watched in stunned silence, mouth slightly open, as Jinwoo brought the cup to his lips and took a generous sip.

The coffee was bitter, sour, and somehow offensively strong.

It tasted like a battle.

Still, Jinwoo fought through the grimace, as he turned to face his dad — who was now looking at him like he’d grown a second head.

“Since when do you drink coffee?” his dad asked, suspicious.

Jinwoo hesitated for a beat too long. Then, with the slow carefulness of a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, he answered, “Uhh... I tried it last week when you had some leftovers? And I liked it?”

Even he didn’t sound convinced.

His dad stood up, took the cup out of his hands, and took a sip for himself.

Immediately he grimaced and shook his head.

“No more coffee for you, young man.”

Jinwoo sighed and offered a small, obedient scowl.

“Yes, sir.”

But even with the rejection, Jinwoo found himself smiling a little.

He was still glad to have his dad back.

Now, back at the school gates, the lack of caffeine — and the sleep he never got — was catching up with him fast.

The tips of his fingers felt numb. His legs ached from standing still for too long. His head bobbed once — twice — until finally, he gave up.

He slid down against the cold concrete wall, knees pulled up to his chest, arms wrapped around them.

Just for a second, he thought.

I'll close my eyes for just a second.

It was the world's shortest second.

The next thing he knew, a voice was calling his name, cutting through the haze of half-dreams.

“Jinwoo?”

He jolted upright so fast he smacked the back of his head on the wall behind him.

“—oh, ow, ow, ow—" he hissed under his breath.

You stood a few feet away, blinking down at him, your school bag slung over one shoulder, your hair tousled slightly from the cold wind.

There was a mixture of confusion and concern written all over your face.

He scrambled to his feet, brushing imaginary dust off his pants, trying (and failing) to pretend he hadn’t just been sleeping like a hobo outside the school.

“Oh, hey!” he blurted, a little too loud. “Morning, (y/n)!”

You tilted your head. “What are you doing here so early?”

He opened his mouth, mind blank.

He couldn't just say 'waiting for you' — that would be weird, right?

So instead, he deflected as smoothly as possible:

“What are you doing here this early?”

You gave him a look that was halfway between amused and suspicious.

“I always get in early. You’re the one who's weird today.”

He laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah, well... guess I couldn’t sleep.”

You narrowed your eyes, clearly not buying it, but didn’t push.

Instead, your gaze softened a little, your hands tightening around the straps of your bag to keep them warm.

“You’re gonna freeze to death if you keep waiting out here,” you said.

Jinwoo shrugged, pretending he wasn’t still half-asleep and lowkey freezing solid.

“It’s not that cold.”

You raised your eyebrows.

“Your teeth are literally chattering.”

He clamped his mouth shut immediately, but the rattling didn’t stop.

You laughed — bright and unexpected — and Jinwoo felt something warm and embarrassing blossom in his chest, like he had just been handed a trophy he didn’t deserve.

Maybe waiting in the cold like an idiot wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

"Geez, you're impossible," you say, reaching out without thinking to tug on the sleeve of his uniform jacket. "C'mon, before you turn into an ice cube."

He lets himself be pulled, a little stunned by the casual way you just—grabbed him. Like it was normal. Like he was normal. Like he wasn't the strongest human alive.

The small smile curling onto his lips is hidden as he ducks his head and hurries after you.

"You know," you continue as you lead him through the front gates, "if you were gonna camp out here like a weirdo you could've at least brought snacks. Or, like, a heater. Or a second coat. Or... I don't know, your brain?"

"Thanks," Jinwoo deadpans. "I'll remember to bring snacks next time."

You snicker at that, and it makes his chest feel lighter somehow, the way you laugh like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

He shoves his hands into his pockets as you both make your way toward the main building, his steps slowing slightly.

"I wasn’t... camping," he mutters defensively. "I was waiting."

"For who? Santa Claus?" you tease.

He glances sideways at you, your cheeky grin practically daring him to admit it.

"You," he says under his breath, like it’s a secret too fragile for the cold morning air.

"Huh?" You blink at him.

"I said, uh—" Jinwoo flails mentally for an escape— "for the... morning announcements. Very important stuff. Top secret."

You laugh again, bumping your shoulder lightly against his. "Right. Top secret business standing in the freezing cold at seven in the morning."

"I take my responsibilities seriously," he says, straight-faced.

"Oh, clearly. How many hours of sleep did you get last night?"

"Maybe like... three?" He shrugs, trying not to sound too proud of that number.

You gasp dramatically. "Three?! No wonder you look like you just got mugged by a coffee machine."

At that, Jinwoo almost trips over his own feet from laughing. "You're the worst," he says, but there's absolutely no heat behind it.

"You're welcome," you say brightly. Then, as you reach the doors, you yank them open and march inside, dragging him with you. "Now, get inside before your soul leaves your body."

He follows, a bit dazed, warmed more by your hand on his jacket sleeve than by the heating blasting from the school vents.

As you both shed your coats and stomp the cold out of your shoes, he can't help but sneak a glance at you, cheeks still a little pink from the cold, hair a little messy from the wind.

He thinks, Yeah. Totally worth it.

Even if he did almost turn into a human ice sculpture.

The two of you walk through the now mostly empty hallways, your footsteps echoing faintly on the polished floor. The building smells faintly like cleaning supplies and old books — something strangely comforting about it.

Jinwoo shoves his hands back into his pockets, keeping pace with you easily. It’s still so early that barely anyone else is around; the school feels almost abandoned. Peaceful.

"So," he says, kicking lightly at a tile as you turn the corner together, "why do you even get here this early, anyway?"

You glance at him, raising an eyebrow. "Why, you planning on stealing my morning routine or something?"

"Maybe," he says, a tiny smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "If it comes with a free heater. You seem immune to the cold."

"I have layers," you say proudly, tugging at the sweater peeking out from under your uniform blazer. "Unlike some idiots who think a paper-thin jacket is enough in December."

"Hey, I thought I had coffee to keep me warm," Jinwoo argues. "But someone confiscated it."

"You’re fifteen, Jinwoo," you say in mock horror. "You’re not allowed to turn into a tired old man yet."

He pretends to look wounded. "Wow. Ageism. Wasn't expecting that from you."

You laugh, bumping him lightly with your shoulder again. It’s easy, being next to him like this. Easy in a way you hadn’t realized you missed until now.

Jinwoo watches you for a second out of the corner of his eye, then, emboldened by your easygoing mood, asks, "But really. Why so early? Doesn’t seem like you need it—you don’t even look like you study that much."

You snort. "That’s because I don’t study that much."

He stares at you, scandalized. "You mean to tell me you’re good at school and you don’t even try?"

"Natural-born genius," you say, flipping your hair dramatically.

Jinwoo makes a fake gagging noise, and you laugh so hard you almost trip over your own feet. He instinctively reaches out to steady you by the arm, and for a second, the two of you just... stand there, a little closer than before, your laughter tapering off into something softer.

You recover first, pulling away lightly and pretending not to notice how his ears are turning red again — this time, definitely not from the cold.

"I just like being here early," you say, more quietly now. "When it's still quiet. When I can just... breathe for a bit before everyone else shows up."

Jinwoo hums, thoughtful. He understands that feeling more than he can put into words.

"Well," he says, trying to sound casual, "guess you’ll have company now."

You glance at him, something warm and a little shy flickering across your face.

"Guess I will."

You both lapse into silence, footsteps echoing softly down the empty corridors. It's almost surreal how peaceful the school feels at this hour—an illusion of tranquility neither of you fully trusts, yet quietly treasures. You come to a natural stop near a window overlooking the courtyard, washed pale by the morning sun.

Neither speaks at first, just breathing in the silence until Jinwoo finally breaks it, his voice measured and quiet, layered with contemplation.

"If you had the chance," he begins carefully, eyes trained outward as though the answer he's looking for is hidden somewhere beyond the glass, "to forget everything. To just wake up here, like everyone else—no memories, no baggage—would you take it?"

The question hangs in the quiet space between you, heavy yet strangely gentle.

You pause thoughtfully, considering not just his words, but the weight they carry. It’s not a new question—you’ve asked it to yourself in darker moments, in the rare pauses between responsibilities. But it’s different hearing it out loud, especially from Jinwoo.

Finally, you reply slowly, deliberately, like weighing the terms of an important contract.

"Sometimes, I think it would be easier," you admit softly. "To wake up with no memories of any of it. To not have to carry all the fear, the pain, the weight of watching people fail and worlds end."

Jinwoo’s gaze flickers toward you, quiet, waiting.

You shift, your tone steadying as your business-like calm asserts itself, bringing clarity rather than coldness. "But then I realize... without those memories, without that knowledge, I wouldn't be who I am now. And truthfully, I'm not sure I'd want to give that up. Painful as it is, all of those experiences—every failure, every loss—they made me someone capable of facing whatever comes next without panicking, without hesitation."

His eyes soften thoughtfully, brows slightly knit as he absorbs your words. "You don't feel... broken by it?"

You tilt your head, a faint, self-aware smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. "Maybe I was, at first. But somewhere along the line, I learned how to separate the pain from the purpose. You don't build anything valuable without a few cracks along the way. The trick isn't avoiding damage; it's knowing how to rebuild stronger each time."

A quiet moment passes as Jinwoo processes that, his gaze returning outside with a new intensity. "That’s admirable," he murmurs quietly. "The way you make sense of it all."

You let out a small laugh, gentle but sincere. "Not always. But clarity helps. Understanding what you can control, accepting what you can't. It lets you sleep at night."

He nods slightly, his voice quieter now, softer. "I haven't quite figured out how to do that yet."

"You will," you say, quietly confident. "You already have, more than you realize. You faced everything head-on when most would run. It might not feel clear yet, but it's all there."

He looks at you then, a lingering gaze filled with quiet gratitude. The silence feels comfortable now, warmer than before, as if both of you had silently agreed to let the conversation rest there—at least for today.

The distant murmur of arriving students drifts down the hallway, gentle yet unmistakable, signaling that your time alone has reached its end. The bell rings softly a moment later, punctual yet unhurried, pulling you both back to reality.

"Back to playing pretend," Jinwoo sighs lightly, though there’s a hint of a resigned smile in his eyes.

You nod, adjusting your bag with calm determination. "Only for a little while longer."

Together, you step into the now bustling classroom, Jinwoo slipping naturally into his seat two rows ahead of you.

The school day passes in a haze of ordinary moments and quiet exchanges. When the final bell finally rings, you glance up to see Jinwoo waiting by the door, casual and patient as always, bag slung over one shoulder. He doesn't speak, just lifts his chin slightly—a silent, easy invitation that, weirdly, says "Let's go."

You fall into step beside him easily, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Outside, the air is crisp and biting, the kind of cold that makes your breath fog up in the air. You fold your arms into yourself, lightly shivering as you walk.

Jinwoo, on the other hand, looks like he’s about to freeze solid. His jacket is thin, barely enough for winter, and it’s not doing him any favors now. You glance at him, and the slight hunch in his posture makes it clear he’s not doing too well with the chill.

“Seriously, you should bring a warmer jacket tomorrow.” You say, eyebrows raised.

He shrugs, his hands buried deep in his pockets. “I don’t need it. I’m fine.”

“Sure,” you answer with a smirk, “If by ‘fine,’ you mean freezing.”

He mutters something unintelligible, refusing to look directly at you. “I'm not that cold.”

You snort lightly, a playful smile pulling at your lips. “Right. Keep telling yourself that.”

He shivers slightly, though he tries to hide it by shifting his shoulders. You sigh, amused but sympathetic.

“You know,” you offer, a little gentler, “I could lend you my scarf. You’d look good in it.”

He lifts an eyebrow but doesn’t even acknowledge your suggestion. “Please. I’m not wrapping myself up like a burrito.”

The walk home should’ve been fifteen minutes, tops. But you both somehow end up taking the longer route, cutting through side streets and weaving between narrow alleys that Jinwoo insists are shortcuts (they’re not).

"Left or right?" he asks at one point, standing at a fork in the road like a game show host.

"Which one’s faster?"

He shrugs. "Which one looks cooler?"

You squint. The right path has a bunch of neat houses and trimmed hedges. The left is a shady side road with crooked trees and a broken streetlamp flickering like it’s about to die.

“Left,” you decide instantly.

“Excellent choice,” Jinwoo nods. “Definitely not cursed.”

You laugh, and somehow that left turn feels like a small rebellion.

Halfway down the crooked street, an unexpected sight catches your eye: a dusty, hidden-away comic book shop squeezed between two tall buildings. Faded posters fill the window, and the neon “OPEN” sign flickers weakly.

Jinwoo stops and squints, eyebrows raised. "Do those even still exist? Are we in the 90s?"

The window displays old volumes of comic books—some you’ve never seen before, others you’ve only heard about in passing. The whole shop seems like a time capsule, stuck somewhere between childhood and nostalgia.

Curiosity piqued, you step closer, peering through the window at the nostalgic display. “Wanna check it out?”

He hesitates, but then shrugs. "Why not? If I’m going to freeze to death, I might as well do it somewhere cursed."

The bell above the door jingles as you both step inside, the air thick with the musty smell of old paper. The interior is cramped, with stacks of comics piled high, some leaning precariously against each other. The whole place feels like it’s stuck in time.

The guy behind the counter, a middle-aged man with glasses and a slight beard, looks up as you both enter. He quirked an eyebrow at you, clearly confused by the sight of two teenagers in this dusty corner of the world.

"Uh..." He clears his throat. "You kids... into comics?"

You exchange a glance with Jinwoo, both of you fighting the urge to laugh. The guy looks like he hasn’t seen anyone your age walk through that door in years.

The shopkeeper shrugs, clearly unsure whether you're serious, but leaves you to explore anyway. Jinwoo quickly picks up an old Spider-Man issue, flipping through pages with visible amusement.

“Never pegged you for a comic fan,” you tease gently.

He smirks lightly, eyes glinting mischievously. “Hey, hunting’s not my only passion.”

You roll your eyes fondly, smiling despite yourself. You spend the next several minutes comfortably bantering, lost in the comics until finally Jinwoo purchases an old X-Men issue, muttering about the cold walk being worth it.

“You’re officially a nerd,” you declare as you step back onto the street.

“Careful,” he shoots back, grinning, “or next week I won’t save you from the bad guys.”

You laugh again, nudging him lightly. “You’d make the worst superhero ever.”

“The best,” he corrects, clearly amused.

The teasing dies down slowly, replaced by a quieter comfort. Your gaze slips sideways toward Jinwoo, watching him closely. Before you can stop yourself, you say softly, honestly:

“You know, you already are a hero to me.”

He freezes for a second, his heart giving an unexpected flip. The words stir something in him—warm, unsettling. He can’t help but picture everything that’s waiting for him to finish, the battles ahead. His mouth feels dry.

Hero. The word is both too big and too small.

"I’m not a hero," he says, quieter than usual. "Not until this is all over."

You glance at him, confused. He doesn’t say more, just keeps walking, his shoulders tense, like he’s fighting something inside. You’re left with the echo of your words hanging between you both, and it feels... off.

"Over?" you repeat under your breath, but he doesn’t respond. The silence presses against you.

You think about the words as you walk. 

It’s not over? 

The more you think about it, the more it twists in your chest. Your thoughts run in circles—what did he mean by that? Is he really okay with this? With not being your hero, not yet?

"Jinwoo..." You hesitate, but you can’t let it go. "Do you mean... that things are going to go back to the way they were? That the gates will open again? Everything... Is it all going to come crashing down?"

The question hangs in the air between you, fragile and heavy. You already know the danger always lingers, waits. And you can't help but feel the fear bubbling up again, like a shadow you can't escape. 

The nightmare isn’t over?

Jinwoo doesn’t answer right away. He doesn’t need to. You can see it in his eyes—the quiet way he’s always thinking, always prepared for what’s to come. But this time, when he finally speaks, it’s different.

His voice is firm, though still quieter than usual. "It won’t happen again. I’ll make sure of it." There’s an unspoken promise in his tone, a weight to his words that you can feel deep in your bones.

You stop walking for a moment, looking at him, searching his face for any signs of doubt, but there’s nothing there. He looks calm, resolute, almost... detached from the fear that’s tightening around your chest. His eyes, always so serious, seem softer now. It’s like he’s trying to give you something—some reassurance, even if it doesn’t feel like much.

He stops after you, his gaze turning away as if he's collecting his thoughts. Then he speaks, his voice steady, almost to himself at first. "I’ve defeated them once. I’ll do it again." There’s a quiet strength in his words, a reminder of everything he’s already survived, everything he’s already overcome. "I’ve trained, I’m stronger now. And I’ve got something to protect."

He turns to look at you then, and for a split second, his eyes soften—just a hint of something you can't quite place. It's a look that makes your chest tighten, like he's letting you see just a little piece of the weight he carries, but also the purpose behind it. 

You don’t know what to make of it, but you can feel the gravity of it, the unspoken promise.

"I won’t let anything happen," he continues, quieter now, more personal. "Not while I’m still standing."

For a moment, you feel the weight of his words settle in, the reassurance that the nightmare you fear won’t return. 

"I’m not going anywhere yet," he adds, his voice lighter now. "I still have time. I’ve decided to stay for a couple of months—until the start of summer. After that, I’ll go. But for now, I’m staying.

He cracks a small, genuine smile. "And I think I can afford that, for once."

You take a step closer, your heart heavy with the weight of his words. There's a part of you that wants to believe him, to trust that the quiet will hold. But you can’t help but wonder—how much longer can he carry this alone? 

He’s never asked for help, never shown the cracks that must be there, but you can see them now. The weight of all the battles, the sacrifices, the constant fight to protect the world, to make sure it doesn’t slip through his fingers.

You wonder if he's tired—if the constant need to fight and protect has worn him down more than he lets on. Even now, standing beside you, he's carrying so much more than anyone realizes. He’s always been the silent warrior, the one who never asks for rest, never speaks of the toll it takes. But you can see it in the way his shoulders slump just a little, in the quiet flicker of doubt in his eyes when he thinks no one’s watching.

You don’t say anything. In your silence, he tilts his head back, looking up at the stars, his face unreadable, but you can see the exhaustion in the slump of his shoulders. The warrior who’s always carried the weight of the world is finally, if only for a moment, letting go.

It’s as if he’s giving himself permission to rest, to breathe, to exist outside of the fight. And for a fleeting moment, he’s not Hunter Sung—the one who has to save everyone. He’s just a person, standing there under the night sky, exhausted, yet finding something worth holding onto. The weight of responsibility seems to lift just a little, and in its place, there’s a quiet peace.

For the first time, you wonder if he could allow himself more of that peace—simple things, like laughing with classmates, not having to always be the one who saves everyone. He should be allowed to go to school, get scolded for being late, and not carry the burden of the world on his shoulders. 

It seems so foreign, but maybe it's exactly what he needs. The world’s been heavy on him for so long, and pretending that he has nothing else to worry about—even if just for a little while—might be more of a relief than he knows. 

And maybe, just maybe, that’s enough for now.

You resume the stride, and the two of you continue walking, side by side, the quiet stretching between you but no longer feeling heavy. It’s different now—more comfortable, almost peaceful. It’s a small, shared moment, the kind of silence that used to feel awkward but now feels like an easy rhythm between two people who understand the weight of the world in different ways. You begin to wonder if this—this simple, quiet peace—could be your new normal. Maybe, just maybe, this calm before the storm is all either of you can ask for, and that’s enough.

By the time you reach your street, the sun has already gone, and Jinwoo stretches his arms overhead, yawning like a cat. "I think we walked enough to count as cardio today," he says.

"I think we got lost five times."

He shrugs. "Worth it."

You glance over at him, and for a moment, you catch something unexpected. He looks... happy. Not the guarded Jinwoo you usually see, but a boy your age, smiling at nothing in particular, his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets as he kicks a stray pebble down the sidewalk.

And in that moment, it hits you: this feels normal. It feels so easy—like something neither of you ever thought you could have again. Something simple and warm, like middle school was supposed to feel before all the chaos. You smile without even realizing it.

The evening air grows quieter, the world around you slowing down, and for a moment, you both just stand there, caught in the simplicity of it all. It’s strange, this little piece of normalcy. It almost feels like the world has given you both permission to breathe.

You break the silence with a small smile, looking over at him. "Thanks for walking with me."

"No problem," he replies, shifting his weight slightly. "It was... fun."

You both stand there for another moment, your gaze meeting his. His expression softens, and there’s a flicker of something in his eyes, something you can’t quite put your finger on. There’s something about the way he looks at you that feels warmer than it should. You can’t put your finger on it, but the quiet of the moment lingers longer than expected.

A cold breeze sweeps through, breaking the stillness and sending a chill through the air. Jinwoo comes out of his trance, as if the shift in the atmosphere has nudged him toward the end of this moment.

"Well, I’ll leave you to it," he says, his voice easy and relaxed, as if the breeze itself made the decision for him. "See you tomorrow."

You watch as he turns to leave, his footsteps soft against the pavement, growing fainter with each step. His figure grows smaller in the distance, but the pressure in your chest stays, heavy with all the words you didn’t say.

“Jinwoo!” you call out, louder than you meant to. He stops and glances back, eyes meeting yours. “I think you’ve earned a break…,” you say, breathless.

The words hang awkwardly in the air, and heat rushes to your cheeks. But then Jinwoo smiles—genuine and bright—and something tight in your chest loosens.

He turns away again, and this time your heart pounds for a different reason.

The day had been quiet, simple even, but full in a way that catches you off guard. The memory of him asleep by the entrance, clearly waiting for you, pulls another smile from you. He’d claimed he couldn’t sleep last night, but the look on his face had said something else entirely.

You laugh under your breath, shaking your head. “What a terrible excuse,” you murmur, but even that feels strangely comforting.

You realize that something inside you has shifted—something soft, warm. Maybe it’s the way he looked at you today, or how comfortable it was, or the way everything about this moment felt just... right. You can’t quite name it, but you know it’s there, growing with each passing second.

You shake it off, but the feeling refuses to let go. There's no denying the warmth inside you as you turn to head inside.

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[inbestigator]

Solo Leveling

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love that they use lilies in the intro to symbolize his "rebirth"

[ivvanaga]

On to the next target.

[insight-chronicles]

Drabble Challenge - Scones

“Papa! Come have a tea party with me!” The excitable toddler grabbed her father's hand as soon as he got in from work, “I’ve got scones!”

“How did you get scones, sweetheart.” concern clouded Jinwoos voice

“Beru helped me make them!”

“Beru” Jinwoo growled at the shadow, “You let my daughter cook?”

“M-my liege, I d-did not let her anywhere near the oven, she just helped mix the batter.” Beru coward, hoping to lessen his lord's wrath.

“Papa! Come on, hurry up!” Pulled away from Beru, Jinwoo returned his attention to his daughter, his thoughts still lingering on Beru's punishment.