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heyimkana · 12 hours ago

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Limerence (1/2)

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Pairing: Sung Jinwoo X Female Reader

Genre: YANDERE, smut, fluff

Summary: Being madly in love with your fiancée made you stay ignorant of the alarming signs Jinwoo had shown throughout the four years of your relationship with him. It was only until one incident happened that you realized that beneath his sweet smile and gentle demeanor lay a monster begging to be set free.

Content Warnings: graphic description of murder, gore, sexual scenes, implied sexual assault attempt (not by Jinwoo), severe obsession, power imbalance, emotional manipulation, dacryphilia

Word Count: 9K

@princeizuku wanted me to write Yandere!Jinwoo so this one's for you, Tina, I love you, baby 😘❤️

This is a test, one that you don’t realize until it’s all too late.

It will only dawn on you later, once you have your feet shackled, your hands bound, and your mouth gagged, that it is never a coincidence that your fiancée, Sung Jinwoo, who’s always been so strict about not letting you out of his apartment without permission, left the front door unlocked this morning. It is a test of your loyalty, of your obedience. A test that will reward you with every nice thing the world could offer—a shelf full of your favorite books, dozens of pretty clothes, exquisite pieces of jewelry, and pleasure after pleasure in bed—if you agree to keep your oath to stay still in your room like the good girl he expects you to be.

But you don’t plan on doing that, do you? You want to give in to temptation. You want to chase after your freedom, to live in a world where he doesn’t have his black wings wrapped around you. As you’re not aware that it’s a trial he gives you, another heartless game he plays, you do just that, leading you to fail the test.

And every failure bears its own consequences.

***

You think it’s a miracle when you feel the doorknob turn beneath your fingers, not knowing that this is the beginning of what will be the worst mistake of your life. After passing through so many attempts, so many days and nights where you tried to unlock it without him knowing, you were so close to giving up. You didn’t even bother to try at first. After all, Jinwoo would always ensure you were locked and secured inside his penthouse, giving you nothing to do except wait for his return.

No matter how chaotic his schedule was, he would always come home in time, just a couple of hours after the sun had set below the horizon. And you would greet him with a kiss on the lips and your legs spread wide open the way you were supposed to, the way you had always done without fail in the last six months he’d been holding you captive.

Yet, for some reason today, perhaps out of habit, you find your feet dragging you back to the front door, mulling to yourself as to why your fiancée hasn't come home yet when it’s already an hour before midnight. There has been no text, no call. It was as if he had forgotten about you.

You almost laugh at the thought. Jinwoo will never forget about you. No matter how much you wish for him to. And that’s why you give it another try, your fingers twisting around the door handle, and suddenly… It clicks.

It clicks open.

It’s hard to believe that the world, as vast as it was, finally appears before you, completely yours to touch, to be lived in. It leaves you spellbound to your feet, unable to do anything but stare.

Then, your mind starts to gyrate.

Jinwoo must have forgotten to lock the door this morning. He was in a hurry, after all. What was it—a dungeon break, he said? That’s your first thought.

No, he’s not stupid enough to make such mistakes. He’s always meticulous when it comes to these things. But then why? Why is the door unlocked? That’s your second.

And as you grip the handle with a quivering hand and a thrashing heart, pushing the door open, your third thought sinks in, louder than the voice of the angel on your shoulder telling you to stay put.

Run.

It’s the only chance for you to escape, to retrieve the rights Jinwoo has taken away from you. It could be a trap, another warning echoes through your head, but with adrenaline pumping through your veins, your lungs breathing in the fresh air, your tongue so close to tasting the freedom you’ve yearned for, you decide to take the risk.

Anywhere is better than here. ***

Twenty-eight-year-old Sung Jinwoo, the guild master of the renowned Ahjin Guild, sits calmly in the quietude of his private office room with his black suit unbuttoned and his collar unfastened. His paperwork is left untouched, stacked into a pile, his mind revolving into something else entirely. Loosening his tie with one hand, he pushes back his raven locks with another, his smile gracing his lips. He leans back comfortably on his swivel chair, his legs spread, his elbow propped on its armrest. He’s watching his favorite show.

You.

“There she goes…” A small smirk tugs at his lips as he observes your every move, his cobalt blue eyes turning violet as he channels through his power. They gleam eerily in the darkness, radiant compared to the pale, silvery moonlight that bathes his equally pasty skin. If there’s one skill he’s eternally grateful for, it’s this—the ability to share senses with his shadow soldiers.

To share senses with the one he’s placed on you.

Through the eyes of his most powerful knight, Igris, he can feel a slight surge of amusement and excitement rising within him as he watches you run. You’re trying your best to flee the home you share together—the most expensive, gorgeous, sacred heaven he bought solely to be with you, to keep you trapped. Your gullible, foolish mind thinks you can escape him somehow, not knowing that he has eyes and ears everywhere, forgetting that the last time his prey tried to escape him, they were shredded to pieces simply by a flick of his hand.

But Jinwoo won’t hurt you. No, of course not. He loves you, adores you with every fiber of his being. He loves you, still, even now, even after you decided that the cruel world outside his embrace was better than the paradise he’d offered you. And he will continue to love you until the stars crumble to ashes.

That’s why he plans to keep you for eternity. Because he loves you.

It’s a shame, really, that you don’t see eye to eye. Instead of being grateful for the love he has given you, you choose to be terrified by the intensity of his affection, slipping away through his hand the second you find the chance simply because you think you’re not strong enough to handle being smothered by his love. But you are. You’ve always been more than enough.

No one could fit him better than you. No one could please him better than you do. You think you’re at your limit, but you aren’t. He knows you could take more of him, the same way you always did when he pushed into you at night, stretching your walls with his cock, molding you until you became the perfect sheath for him and him only. You always said it was too much, too big, too painful, but you always took him so well, didn't you? Clenching around him so tightly as if you never wanted to let him go.

Jinwoo has memorized every detail of you like the back of his hand. He knows what’s perfect for you: him. And you… You are the thread that keeps him sane. The center of his universe. Without you, he’ll let everything burn to the ground. Without you, he'll destroy the heavens himself.

And yet…

“I can’t believe you actually left me…” He brings his hand to his lips, veiling the sadistic grin that blossoms upon them. “After everything we’ve been through… After everything I’ve done for you…” He chuckles once, his gaze burning with the desire to dominate you. “You’re breaking my heart, Angel.”

He leans back in his chair, his strands rubbing against the headrest. Through his shared senses, he watches you break free from the elevator and sprint through the lobby without looking back. Jinwoo nibbles at the corner of his lip, his vile grin threatening to grow.

Run, Sweetheart. Run as fast as you can. Because once I get my hands on you…

His eyes flare, like purple torches shimmering in a black cave.

I’ll make sure you’ll never leave me again. ***

Run, the word continues to chime throughout the labyrinth of your mind as you burst into the cold night air, your body saturated by the city lights. Although freedom is now within your hands, no fragment of your soul is ready to celebrate. You’re still terrified, anxious, feeling like you were still imprisoned, dancing in his palm with blazing shoes.

I need to keep running. I need to be somewhere where he can’t find me.

But… where?

Jinwoo observes you intently, his body set aflame both by the fury of being betrayed and the thrill born from the things he plans to do to you once he gets his fingers wrapped around your throat again. He knows he'll have you back. He can catch you now if he wants to, but no, not yet. He craves to see more, to let you be happy with this freedom you thought you’d obtained on your own.

Because the happier you become, the easier he’ll break you down. Nothing hurts more than being entrapped in the crevice of hell after you descended from heaven.

And he’ll do it. Oh, he’ll break you apart until you can do nothing without him. He’ll make you grow so dependent on him until you’re left with no hope without his presence next to you, no desire to touch the outside world unless he guides you to. He won’t stop until you become his, entirely his—body, mind, and soul.

His smirk widens as he watches you run down concrete steps with nothing but your phone held tightly in your hand. You seem pathetic, adorably so. He can hear how your breathing starts to grow heavy, the untrained muscles in your legs begging you to slow down, to take a rest. Although you are oblivious to the fact that he’s closely monitoring your every move, you can feel dread chasing after you. You slip on the last tread, hissing at the pain bursting from your ankle. You didn’t break it, thank God, but it’s definitely sprained. Still, you refuse to give up.

You’re not yet certain where you should be running to; you just know that you have to before he returns to the neighborhood. You need to be as far away from his building as possible—from him—even if you had to chop one of your legs for it.

“Trying so hard to escape me… How cute,” Jinwoo utters aloud, his voice laced with mocking amusement at your little attempt. He enjoys watching you struggle, deriving some sadistic pleasure from witnessing the painful look on your face as your throat catches fire with each breath you take. He takes pleasure from it because he knows the more you hurt yourself, the more desperate you’ll be when you beg him to soothe you afterward.

That pain on your ankle… He wants to kiss it away. His lips will move gently against your skin before he maps his way up to your knee, your thigh, your soaking cunt, and he’ll torture you just like that, licking you nice and slow, leaving darker bruises than the one that blooms on your injury. He’ll watch you whimper, smiling in satisfaction when you start pleading with your eyes, needing him to give you something much thicker, much bigger than his tongue. And he won’t give it to you. No, he won’t do it until you cry. Until you crumble to your knees, seeking for his mercy with tear-stained cheeks. Until you promise him that you’ll never leave him again.

“Pretty. You’re gonna look so pretty for me, Angel,” he breathes out heavily, feeling himself harden beneath his trousers at the thought. "So fucking cute, begging for me to ruin you."

But he needs to be patient. The game has just started. ***

Beads of sweat drip off your chin as your skin is bitten by the cold of the frosty night. You’re so hasty in making your escape that you run only in the clothes Jinwoo had dressed you with—a beautiful white dress that brought your feminity to the surface.

White, he’s decided from the moment he laid eyes on you, is the perfect color for you. Purity, innocence, divinity—these are the words it represents, the terms he constantly uses to define you in his mind. He wears darkness like a cloak, but you are the blinding light that sheds it away from him. You are his new beginnings, the goddess he reveres. You’re not supposed to be tainted, but he’s a man eager to sin, and you’ll allow him, won’t you? You love to be stained by his hands, by his teeth. You look gorgeous in white, but you appear heavenly with purple roses blooming on your skin, ones that he bestowed with his mouth and fingertips.

Shivers run across your skin as your lungs burn inside. You look up at the night sky above you, velvet black with no diamonds in sight. Winter will soon blanket the earth with its pure white snow. You can already taste the ice in the air with each breath you take.

How much time has passed since I left his building? You’re not sure. But with no money in hand and no wallet set up on your phone, you can’t travel far. If only Jinwoo hadn’t confiscated your belongings, you would’ve had something to purchase a train ticket to return to your home. All you have now is the silver ring he’s placed around your finger.

I can trade it, but…

You shudder at the thought. Jinwoo has promised he’ll never hurt you, and he’s kept his word in the last six months he’s been confining you inside the walls of his penthouse. You trust him, believe him to the point that you’re still somewhat assured that he will take you back without harming you, even if he catches you right now. But if you dare to toss away the token of his love, of the vows you’d exchanged…

He’ll never forgive me.

The sight of your ring glinting beneath the yellowish glow of the street lamps causes you to recall the day when he sank down to one knee, proclaiming his eternal love for you. You said yes, didn’t you? Without a sliver of doubt, you agreed to his proposal, your smile blinding, elation permeating your chest.

Why? You chastise yourself now as you drown in regret. Why was I so stupid? That time, you were so hopelessly in love with him, your mind submerged in the state of sheer happiness that you thought would last forever.

Jinwoo was perfect. Before he unveiled the monster hidden inside him, he was everything you ever wanted. Tall and handsome, modest despite possessing God-like powers, and above all that, he was a kind, respectful man. He was always so gentle with you—so, so gentle—embracing you like a porcelain doll, refusing to touch you unless you permitted him to. Every kiss was featherlight until you deepened it. Every caress was soothing on your skin until you begged him to bruise you. Back then, you wanted to be his, didn't you? You wanted to be the only one who could satisfy him in every way, to be the only woman who could wear his mark on your skin like a badge of honor. You thought it would be the sweetest dream to be claimed by someone as divine as Sung Jinwoo.

Until one incident happened, and it all turned into a nightmare, one that was everlasting, like the shadow that trembled beneath his feet. ***

It began six months ago, the event that changed everything.

You were stuck in your office that night, trying to meet your deadline as quickly as possible. The hours had grown late. Amidst the frustration you held against yourself for not being fast enough to finish your reports, you gave your lover a quick call, apologizing for not being able to come home in time to celebrate your fourth anniversary together.

Jinwoo, the perfect lover that he was, had already spent hours preparing for the special night. A set of your favorite dishes had been served, styled to perfection by his own hands. Romantic candlelights decorated the dining table, the perfect company to the crystal vase filled with fresh lilies to match your everlasting beauty. He had prepared two tall glasses and a bottle of your preferred red wine dipped in ice for a nice, romantic chat in front of the fireplace. Dozens of presents, filled with the items on your wishlist, were hidden in places for you to seek. And if you hadn’t texted him to let you know that you had to spend another few hours trapped in your cubicle, your fiancée would’ve been there with a bouquet of roses to escort you home the second you were off work. Everything was planned to perfection, as that was what you deserved. A perfect night for someone as perfect as you.

And there you were, ruining everything.

“Jinwoo?”

“Sweetheart,” he breathed out, almost longingly. As if just the sound of his name spoken in your voice rendered him weak. “Hey. I was just thinking about you.”

He’d never left your mind, and that sensual, husky voice of his was one of the reasons why. “Honey, I’m so sorry,” you sighed into the phone, massaging the bridge of your nose as both fatigue and a heavy sense of guilt filled you to the brim. “I swear, I thought I could finish my report in an hour or two, but I made a mistake, and now I have to redo everything. I’m probably gonna be stuck here for another hour or two. Is that all right?”

There were two seconds of silence that doubled the weight of your regret, but then— “Are you safe? Do you need me to be there with you?” Those were the questions he always asked, the only things that mattered. Everything else could wait, even his own feelings.

Jinwoo could be in the middle of a perilous dungeon break, protecting the citizens from the starving beasts, and he would abandon everything at once if you so much as called his name, needing his presence. Your safety had always been his first and foremost priority.

However, as wonderful as it was, you often found it overwhelming, especially when you felt his shadow soldiers following your every step. That was why you made him promise not to place one on you, to give you a room to breathe. It was a proposition that he initially opposed, knowing it was the safest way to ensure your security, but he had also grown aware of how much your privacy mattered to you. He respected that. He trusted you. And, so, with a reluctant heart, he made his vow.

You believed him, the way you always did.

But what you didn't know was that in order to respect your privacy, he sacrificed everyone else’s.

Jinwoo had sent hundreds of soldiers to spy on anyone who could come in contact with you. Every family member, friend, co-worker, security guard, even a regular passerby, if they so much breathed in the air that you breathed, then a beast resided beneath their feet.

You promised him you'd be safe without him. He made sure you stayed true to your words.

“Yes, I’m safe,” you answered him through the phone. “Don’t worry. I’m just gonna be sitting here in my seat, doing these stupid reports.” And missing you badly.

“You should quit your job. I’ll provide everything for you.”

It wasn’t a jest. You knew he meant every word, but you tittered anyway. “Maybe I will, once you marry me.”

“Princess, I would marry you this second, you know that. Just say the words, and I’m yours.”

You smiled, your heart fluttering in delight. Honestly, taking a quick trip to the nearest church and pronouncing your vows in front of the priest and a janitor as your witness wouldn’t be too terrible if it meant you could spend the rest of your eternity with him. “I want to marry you, too, Jin. I wanna marry you right now, but…”

There was a quaver in his breath, his voice tight. “But..?”

“I think I’d prefer it better if my family could see me walking down the aisle in my wedding dress.” And seeing you standing so handsomely in your suit, waiting for me near the altar, watching me with devotion in your eyes, the way you always look at me… God, I would trade the world for it.

Jinwoo sighed, yearning for the image you envisioned. “You in a wedding dress, huh? That is indeed a sight worth waiting for.”

“That’s right,” you giggled. “So, should we postpone it for a bit? Until I can find a dress that fits?”

“You better not take too long. You know how impatient I could be, especially when it comes to you.” You could visualize his sultry smirk vividly in your mind. “Now that I’m picturing you in a wedding dress, all I can think about is ripping that same dress off you.”

“Jinwoo…” It was unfair how easily he could make you pine for him, your body needing his touch so desperately just from hearing his raspy voice. “Don’t distract me like this, please. I’ve got work to do.”

“I’m sorry, love.” His voice, despite still sounding as soft as silk, turned deep, drenched with desire. “I just wish you were here with me right now. I know we spend every night and every morning together, but today, I just… I miss you so badly. Maybe it’s because we’re celebrating our anniversary tonight, but I haven’t stopped thinking about you all day.”

You nibbled at your lip, sharing the same need. “I’ve been thinking about you all day, too.”

His breathing turned heavy before a confession followed. “It’s weird, I’ve never…” He tarried, a slight bashfulness growing evident in his voice. “I’ve never felt this way about someone before. You drive me crazy. It’s like I can’t live without you. I need you, Angel. Desperately so.”

Need, never want. He never craved you solely for your body. He needed you—your kindness, your smile, your kiss, your scent, your love, your everything.

“Come home, baby. Come home to me.”

You felt awful, devastated even, as you heard the wretchedness in his voice. It was your anniversary, for fuck’s sake, and you chose to stay miles apart from him instead of being in his embrace. And Jinwoo didn’t even complain about it, not questioning your actions, your decisions, just simply stating how much he longed for you. Would you have been so nice and understanding if you were in his shoes? If you had spent hours preparing for the perfect night just to see him cancel your plan at the last minute? It would’ve been difficult, for sure.

And that’s why I want to marry him so badly, you thought to yourself as gratitude glowed inside you. You couldn’t wait for the day to come, to have your heart etched with his name.

“I’ll finish this in an hour,” you uttered with a new set of determination. “I promise you.”

“You don’t have to promise me anything. I understand. I adore this side of you, too, how responsible and hardworking you are.” You could sense the proud smile in his voice, could envisage just how soft and beautiful it was. “Just make sure you’ll always be safe. And text me when you’re about to finish. I’ll pick you up.”

You felt so loved, so taken care of. “I will. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Mm. I’ll be waiting for you at home.”

Home. You loved that word more than anything. It was an abrupt decision when you'd agreed to move in with him a year ago, a joyful burst of “Jinwoo, of course, I’d love to live with you,” to answer the invitation he'd proffessed with a soft blush permeating his cheeks. It was sudden, yes, but when you spoke your answer, you knew for certain that it was a choice you’d never regret. Because why would you, when you got to spend every second of every hour of your life with the man you loved?

“I love you, Jinwoo.”

“I love you, too, Angel.”

You ended the call, and it almost felt like a part of you died with it.

The clock was ticking fast. 09.42 PM. You looked over to the stack of unfinished reports. Can I really finish all of these in an hour?

“Oh, Noona. You’re still here.”

A younger co-worker—a handsome man with deep obsidian eyes, a radiant, sunshine-esque smile, and spikes in his raven hair—peeked his head inside your cubicle. Lee Minsung, his name was, and you remembered it by heart as he was always there to assist you with your work when everyone else chose to turn a blind eye.

He was a brilliant man. Humble and selfless, with a great sense of humor. Based on the rumors spreading throughout the building, he used to be an actor when he was younger, but his career went downhill after he was involved in a scandal. You didn’t care enough to dig into more details, but if he was indeed an actor, he certainly had the look for it.

Although he was popular among the women, for some reason, Minsung chose to tag along with you instead, always asking to be put in the same projects as you if the opportunity arose. He said he could breathe easy when he was with you, probably because you only saw him as a friend and nothing more, unlike all the other women who were nice to him to get a sliver of his affection.

“Yeah,” you grumbled. “I’m still here.”

“You haven’t finished yet? It’s almost ten.”

“I would’ve finished a while ago if I hadn’t inputted the wrong numbers. I’m basically redoing everything now, and I still have four more reports to go.” You were close to crying at this point, frustrated. “I’m sorry, Minsung, I don’t have time to chat. I’m in a hurry.”

“So cold,” he joked with a chuckle. Leaning back against the partition with the sleeves of his navy blue shirt rolled up to his elbows, he flaunted a charming smile. “How about I offer you some help, then? I was about to head home, but I could stay here for you if you promise me you'll treat me to some steak.”

That was a cheap offer. You didn't have to think twice about it. “Yes. Yes, please, help me.”

There were only the two of you in the room, and you were aware of that, but as soon as you handed him one of your files, Minsung returned to work in his own cubicle, providing some distance between you, and you felt safe. He really was just trying to help.

Half an hour later, he came over with a haughty grin. “Done,” he said, leaving you gaping in awe at his work. Not only was he fast, he did everything so neatly and efficiently, much better than you did.

“Oh my God, you’re my life savior,” you uttered in gratitude before you glanced at the clock. 10.21 PM. Only two more reports to go. With his help, you could finish this sooner than you expected. And then you could go home to your fiancée’s arms, the man you’d been longing to reunite with from the second you kissed him goodbye that very morning.

“I’ll help you with the rest,” Minsung promised. “But let’s take a break first.”

You didn’t have time to waste. “Sorry, I don’t think I—”

“Please, Noona?” He pleaded with his big, sparkly doe eyes. “Just to get some coffee. It will only take ten minutes max.”

“Minsung—“

“Five. Five minutes. Please?”

You exhaled heavily through your nose; your bottom lip caught between your teeth. You had no choice but to agree as you desperately needed his help. You figured a ten-minute break wouldn’t hurt. If anything, you needed a chance to stretch and unwind your muscles after sitting non-stop for hours. “Fine. I’ll treat you. Let’s go.”

Following his lead, you took the stairs to the next level above you. The lights for that floor had been shut down completely from the main operating room to conserve energy. Using your phone as your flashlight, you stepped into the pantry area. Seeing no one around felt a little eerie, as the space was always crowded during the day, and being shrouded in darkness only multiplied that sensation.

Fortunately for you, the vending machine was still operating as always, providing enough lights for you to make out the shape of Minsung’s affable smile as he talked about the upcoming projects. You felt nervous, still, but you made no complaints. You weren’t going to be long anyway.

Besides… You looked up at the ceiling, feeling your heart at ease once you spotted the surveillance camera strapped to the corner of the room, observing your every action. We’re not necessarily alone.

Minsung followed your gaze, simpering as he stuffed his hands inside his pockets. “What, Noona, are you scared of being alone with me?”

“No,” you answered promptly, and it wasn’t a complete lie. He was a friend you’d known longer than a month. You trusted him in a way. He didn’t give you any sense of danger, but you couldn’t deny being left alone with a man made you feel slightly anxious. “I was just looking around.”

“Thank goodness. I was worried that I made you feel uncomfortable.”

“No, of course not.”

Tossing you another smile, he walked right past you, his shoulder brushing against yours as he whispered, “It’s not working, by the way. The camera. None of them work on this floor since they plan to install new ones tomorrow. So, it’s just you and me, Noona.”

You quickly grew restless over the news, but you chased your agitation away when you saw him grinning puckishly. He’s just messing with me.

...right?

Minsung, always the gentleman, beat you to the vending machine. He slipped his money inside, purchasing two warm cans of coffee, already memorizing your favorite brand. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” You took the drink from his hand, your palm warming up instantly from the first touch. “You should’ve let me buy this for you.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to order a super expensive Wagyu steak to make up for it.”

“All right.” The soft peals of your laughter chased away the silence in the room. “Thank you, Minsung. Seriously. I would’ve been stuck here for another hour without your help. I’m running late as it is, so… It really means a lot, thanks.”

“You have somewhere to go?”

You nodded your head, taking a sip of the caffeine. “It’s my fourth anniversary today, so my boyfriend and I—”

“What?”

You stiffened. There was a sudden change in his tone, like a flare of anger mixed with surprise, but when you whirled your head toward him, no such emotion was written on his face. Was I imagining it?

“I didn't know you had a boyfriend,” Minsung continued. There was something different about his smile. It felt somewhat… alarming. “I don’t think you’ve mentioned him before.”

There was a reason why you never did. As the sixth national-level hunter, Jinwoo was almost as well-known as a world-class celebrity. Everybody had heard his name; most of them admired and worshipped him as their hero, and you were just… someone who happened to meet him by chance at a coffee shop. The difference in status and fame between you could attract unnecessary attention. You could already imagine the amount of journalists that would swarm you with questions if they knew you were engaged.

Fortunately for you, Jinwoo agreed to play along. Your comfort remained his first concern, after all. He probably figured it would be better for your well-being, too, if there weren’t many people informed about the special bond you shared with him. You wouldn’t be targeted as much, both by the probing reporters or the beings who wished to strike him down.

“Yeah, umm, I don’t really like talking about my personal life,” you responded with an awkward chuckle. “But yeah, I have a boyfriend. A fiancée, actually.” As an elated smile flourished on your lips, your hand absentmindedly pressed against the pendant dangling around your neck, hidden by the collar of your blouse. It was your engagement ring, an extravagant diamond placed upon a silver band. You wished you could let it adorn your fourth finger the way it was supposed to, but doing so would defeat the purpose of keeping your relationship a secret. You didn’t wish for your co-workers to start asking questions about it. You could lie, sure, but… You were never a very good liar to begin with.

Silence filled the spaces between you. Without knowing why, the tension suddenly turned palpable, almost smothering. “Uhh… Minsung, I think we should head back—”

“What a fucking joke.”

Your heart plummeted from the sudden switch in his demeanor, the change so abrupt and vivid that it brought ice to the atmosphere. Resentment and disdain were engraved firmly in his tone, his voice harsh and deep, making your stomach churn in fear. He laughed once, bitter and cold before he turned to look at you. There was no warmth in his eyes, his expression indecipherable, but you could tell something was wrong, terribly wrong.

Instinctively, you took a step back, your senses on full alert. “Minsung—”

“I can’t believe I wasted so much time, so much effort to get your attention,” he walked toward you, slow and steady, but with each step he took, you heard the siren in your mind turning vehement. “Just to find out you have a fucking fiancée?”

Still shocked at the sudden twist of the situation, you found your spine pressed against the wall. Minsung caged you with his body, your head trapped between his arms. “You know I like you, right, Noona?” His face hovered a mere few inches above yours as he gazed down menacingly. Perhaps the rumors of him being an actor were true. Never in your life would you have thought that a man as bright as Minsung would possess such a cruel, horrifying personality beneath his prince charming smile.

“I-I didn’t,” you said, quivers in your voice. You weren’t lying. You were completely unaware of his feelings. Your gullible mind just thought he wanted to befriend you, that he was just naturally kind, the type of person who’d find joy in helping others.

“Don’t lie to me.” His words flew past gritted teeth, heavy with threat. “You think someone would act so nice to you without wanting anything in return? All this time, you knew how I felt about you, and you enjoyed my attention, didn’t you? Is it fun for you? Toying with other people’s feelings?”

“I’ve never—“ You flinched when he grabbed you by the neck, your eyes shut closed as pain jolted through your stream. “M-Minsung—” you choked out, your fingers twisting around his wrist, trying to pry him off of you. It was no use. He was a man nearly twice your size, with the strength of an A-rank Hunter if the words on the street were true. “Let me—go—”

“Or what, hmm?” He snarled behind his wolfish grin. “Pretty girls like you always do whatever you like, don’t they? Taking advantage of people and tossing them away like they’re nothing. Well, tell you what, darling.” He peered down at you with hunger in his eyes, the desire to hurt, to break you.“I can do the same thing, too.”

Terror engulfed you at once as your mind wandered through all the frightening possibilities he could do to you in this empty space, hidden in the dimness of the room. Panic brought tears to your eyes, blurring your vision as your heart desperately sought a savior.

Jinwoo! You wanted to cry out. Jinwoo, please!

Help me!

“Look at you,” Minsung chuckled, loving the dread in your eyes. “Starting to fear me now, aren’t you, Noona? Too bad, no one’s gonna come to save you. Didn’t I tell you before? It’s just you and me here.” His face hovered close, his breath hot on your cheeks. “So, let’s make that count, shall we?”

Despite the overwhelming fright, you refused to give up, not yet. Clasping your jaws together, you clawed against his wrist with your nails, marring his skin until blood trickled to color his pallid skin crimson.

“Fucking bitch,” he growled, hissing at the wound you inflicted on him. “You’re gonna pay for that.”

He lifted you up the wall, forcing you to stand on your toes. “Stop—” You gasped out as Minsung tightened his fingers around your neck, carving bruises and crushing your windpipes. You kicked around, desperate to regain some distance. “I said, STOP!”

You heard it before your mind could register what your eyes witnessed—the sound of a human’s skull being crushed. Your eyes closed in reflex as splatters of blood and bits of flesh drenched you to your toes. A sudden eerie silence descended over the room, ruined only by the sound of your restrained breathing. Slowly, with your heart caught in your throat, your lids fluttered open—

And you saw Lee Minsung standing before you. Limp. Headless.

Thick blood painted the marble floor, coating the white walls black beneath the looming darkness and smearing scarlet all over the glass. His body was frozen in place, floating a few inches above the ground as if there was an invisible hand seizing him by the neck. By the next time you blinked your eyes, it toppled onto the floor with a heavy thud. More blood oozed out of the corpse, pooling around your feet and soaking your shoes with its revolting warmth.

You couldn’t scream, trepidation filling every bit of your nerve as you stared at the scene, striking you to your bones. In that brief moment, time seemed to slow down. Your rapid heartbeat rang clamorously in your ears as your mind gravely tried to process the situation.

Then, you heard footsteps closing in.

With trembles running through your entire body, you turned your head to the side, following where the sound reverberated from. You felt a pair of arms pulling you into an embrace before you could take a glimpse of their owner, his touch so tender and careful, rivaling that of a mother. As your face fell upon a sturdy chest, your senses greeted by a familiar warmth and the pleasant scent of cedarwood and musk, you knew this was the home you wished to run to just a few seconds ago.

“Sorry, I’m late,” Jinwoo’s deep, soothing voice felt like cold water pouring onto scalding skin. “You’re safe now.”

Except he didn’t feel like home anymore, or your savior. He was the Angel of Death, one that just took the life of a mortal without batting an eye.

A part of you felt relieved, grateful—and you should’ve, right? He saved your life, protected you from the man who planned to break you apart. But as your lover drew you closer to his chest, his gentle fingers threading through your hair, pacifying you, your stare returned to Lee Minsung’s mangled body on the floor. Jinwoo had killed thousands of beasts before, and you knew how merciless and brutal he could be in the face of his opponent, but you never thought he would act the same—no, worse—to a human.

Minsung was a despicable person down to his core, and you wished he would get caught and rot in jail for what he did to you, but never, never in your life would you wish for him to end like that. To end with his head… exploding to pieces.

“J-Jin—” Your words stuck in your throat the second you witnessed the fury in his eyes. You’d never seen it before—didn’t even think it was possible for such consuming rage to reside in the pair of the gentlest sapphires you’d ever seen. He wasn’t looking at you, not at your face. His gaze was fixated on the bruise that had besmirched your neck, forming in the shape of another man’s fingers. He breathed out heavily, his wrath threatening to take over and destroy everything around him, but when he caressed his fingertips along the marks, they were as light, as cold and gentle as the first snow of December.

“I shouldn’t have killed him,” Jinwoo spoke through clenched teeth, his voice the quiet rumble of an impending storm. “I should’ve tortured him.”

Your heart freefell to your stomach. This side of him appalled you so terribly it left you tongue-tied. Before you could react, your lover suddenly lifted his head, his sensitive ears catching the sound you couldn’t hear amidst the gale raging in your mind, but his concern over your well-being caused him to notice it a second too late. A patrolling security guard strolled by the door with a flashlight in hand, completely stupefied as he witnessed the gruesome scene unfolding before his eyes. You panicked, your mind in a rush to find a way to escape the situation, but before you could even draw another breath, Jinwoo raised his hand—

And the man’s head was severed from his neck.

Bile quickly rose to your throat as you saw it rolled onto the floor. Splotches of blood bathed Jinwoo’s dark trench coat; some spilled onto his cheek, which he nonchalantly brushed away with his knuckles. His posture remained calm and composed, with no emotions written on his face, as if the act of killing an innocent man was never a dire sin in his book.

He brought your body flushed against him, holding you protectively against his chest to avert your gaze from the human remains. “Igris,” he summoned, his voice heavy with authority. “Clear the evidence.”

As black fog materialized in the darkness, you, yourself were consumed by one.

The Angel of Death wrapped his black wings around you and took you away. ***

The next time you fluttered your eyes open, the scene had changed. You had returned home, to the beautiful penthouse you had been living together with him like newlyweds. The blackness of the night shrouded the living space, blanketed every piece of furniture that carried the beautiful memories you shared with him, placing veils upon the photo frames that showcased the romantic smiles and the amorous gazes he directed at you. It was as if the world refused to remind you of the man you loved, forcing you to accept the monster standing before you.

You stood still in the heart of your living room, trapped within his arms. Hot tears emanated in your eyes, filling your sockets and drenching your cheeks. They were not tears of relief, nor were they proof of your gratitude. They were born out of horror, your fear of the man whose name was engraved in the silver ring you wore above your heart. And that man, at that very moment, had you within his clutch. To hold you tenderly or to shatter you to dust, it was all up for you to decide.

He loved you. He loved you now. But if you made one wrong move, one unforgivable mistake that severed the red thread between your fingers…

Will I end up like them? You pondered dreadfully, not realizing how he was capable of doing more. There were worse things than death that you didn’t know yet. But he did.

And he was ready to give it to you should you choose to abandon him.

Feeling you trembling against him, Jinwoo slowly unwound his arms from you, examining your face with careful fingertips. The glimmering city lights from below seeped faintly through the windows, illuminating one side of his handsome features while leaving the rest for the darkness to embrace. “You’re still shaking… How can I make you feel better?”

His compassion, his soft, caring gaze, the way he carefully brushed his thumb against your tears—everything remained the same, and yet, all you could think about were the ghastly corpses he left on the floor.

Just what kind of a monster is he to be able to do something so cruel without any hesitation?

Your strength began to trickle out of you, your legs wobbly beneath your weight. “Angel—” You untangled yourself from him, not wanting his help. Sinking to the carpeted floor with your body and clothes still dampened with blood, you felt so weak you could barely speak.

Jinwoo went down to one knee before you, his eyebrows sewn in deep concern as he reached out a hand to take yours. “Let me carry you to the bed—”

You backed off from him as best as you could, falling to your behind as you jerked away from his touch. You didn’t want his hands on you, not a single finger, not after what he did.

Your action stunned him, but seeing your fear-stricken face, he didn’t take your rejection to heart. He fathomed the trauma you just went through but not understanding that he was the biggest factor that caused it.

“Hey, it’s all right. It’s just me, Sweetheart. Just me.” He assured you with a smile, as saccharine sweet as usual. It felt off-putting as if it didn’t belong there on his face anymore, even if it looked the same. It had been stained by the fact that his hands were now drenched in another man’s blood.

“It was scary, wasn’t it?” He softly swept your hair out of your face, tucking the damp strands behind your ear. “But it’s over now. Nothing can touch you while I’m here. I promise.”

What he offered as reassurance became terror the moment it reached your ears. If no one could touch you if he were with you, then there would be no one to save you.

Frantic tears still glazed your eyes, threatening to fall and join the others that had dripped down your chin. “Y-You…” Your breathing quickened, your heart rate escalating rapidly. “Those men… You k-killed them…”

To your horror, his thin lips bowed, forming a smile so angelic, it felt like heaven’s kiss. “I did,” Jinwoo replied, his tone sweet, almost romantic, his gaze soft without a glimmer of remorse. “All for your sake, my love.”

For… For my sake…?

This is all… my fault?

“I… I never asked you to—” Your words came out in chokes as another surge of panic filled your system. “I never—” There was a pain in your chest that you couldn’t wash away no matter how tightly you clutched your hand over your heart, the world spinning so fast around you, depriving you of oxygen.

“Breathe,” he urged gently, gathering your face in his hands. “You’re panicking, Sweetheart. You need to calm down first, all right? Focus on me. Focus on my voice.” He kept one hand on your cheek, his thumb rubbing soothing circles along the bone beneath your eye as his other one ran up and down your arm, pacifying you. “There’s no need to be afraid anymore. I'm with you. I'll always be with you.”

The more you listened to him, the more intense your fear grew inside you. It didn’t occur to him that you were afraid of him. He believed he did the right thing—saving you, protecting you.

“Match your breathing with mine. You can do this.”

He was a bigger monster than you thought he was.

Despite every nerve of your body begging you to flee, you stay put, focusing to compose yourself, to even your breathing the way he guided you. Colors slowly returned to your face, your heart no longer pounding just as hard.

“There you go, Angel.” He planted a soft kiss on your temple, his own muscles unwinding as relief washed over him. “That’s my good girl. You’ve done so well.”

Brought back down to earth by the same man who showed you a glimpse of hell… You felt sick to your stomach.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” he offered with a smile, a soft caress of his digits on your cheek. Unable to do anything, you let him take control. With one arm supporting your back and the other hooked behind your knees, your lover carried you to the bathroom.

You kept yourself mute as you dwelled in the aftermath of the incident, trying to overcome the shock and the horror of his actions. Jinwoo remained patient with you, not forcing you to speak or do anything you weren’t ready for. He simply took off his coat and rolled up the sleeves of his button-down shirt before he sat you down on the edge of the bathtub.

“Lift your hands for me?” He asked before he removed your blouse, never forgetting his courtesy even after four years of leaving nasty lovebites on each other skin. You did as you were told, your body going on autopilot, complying with your puppeteer’s command.

Jinwoo stood on one knee before you, wiping the blood off your skin with such tenderness that it would’ve lulled you to sleep had you been able to chase away all the terrorizing thoughts. But how could you when he was still there right before you, acting like the sweet prince that he was while his victim’s blood still stained his shirt and cheek?

“You’re doing great, love,” he praised your obedience, peeling off your stockings one by one. He removed your skirt next, leaving your legs bare, and for a split second, you thought he would pepper butterfly kisses on your thighs, the way he never failed to do, worshipping your body every chance he got. But he didn’t. He showed compassion, giving you space to breathe, not wanting to remind you of the horrifying way Minsung had touched you before.

Now fully undressed before him, Jinwoo bathed you, starting by washing your hair, taking a moment to ask whether the water was too warm or too cold for your liking. You didn’t answer. A piece of his soul shattered as he watched how crestfallen you were, another part burned with the self-loathing he held toward himself for not being there sooner to save you, and the rest… The rest of him was consumed by the fury he had not yet fully released. Still, with caring hands, he proceeded till the end, scrubbing all the crimson away from your locks and skin before shutting off the water.

Seeing you cleansed and all warmed up, Jinwoo swathed your body with a bathrobe. He lowered himself to his knees once more, meeting your eye level as he dried the excess water from your hair with another towel. You looked so small, so vulnerable that he couldn’t help but gaze at you with his heart breaking in his eyes.

He removed the towel, pushing the stray strands behind your ear. “Can I hug you?” He questioned, his voice barely above a whisper. His hand rested on your knee, his thumb rubbing little circles there, waiting.

The hands you settled on your thighs slowly curled into fists as your emotions overflowed you like a broken dam, your lips quivering in your attempt to fight back the stinging tears. You were scared of him, so terribly scared, but there was a part of you that was still aching for comfort, for the solace that he could only provide. You cast your stare down to your lap, your body trembling as you tried to contain your sobs.

“Oh, Sweetheart…” He brought you back into his embrace, his lips caressing your temple before he settled his chin on your head. “It’s all right, you’re okay now. You’re safe with me.”

There was promise in his words, one that you could easily believe if this incident ever happened. But all you could think right then was—

How can I truly feel safe with you when you’re no longer the man I know?

“Jinwoo…”

He carefully pulled away, relieved that he could hear your voice again. “Yes?”

“The two men from before…” You shakily began, catching the way his body turned still almost immediately at your words. You hadn’t gathered enough bravery to hold his gaze yet, but it didn’t stop you from forming the question gnawing at your chest. “Why…? Why did you do that to them?”

It took a second for him to respond, stroking the back of your head. “Sweetheart—”

“Why did you kill them?”

His gaze hardened, seemingly conflicted as he mulled over his answer. You weren’t sure if he were concerned of how his honesty might affect you, or if he just simply refused to reply, not wanting to reveal more sides of the monster he kept inside. “I was trying to protect you.”

“Protect me…?” Incredulity washed over your face as you watched him rise back to his feet, his demeanor still poised while you were shaking to your core. “If you wanted to protect me, you could’ve just stopped him. You didn’t have to—”

“I had to.” A layer of his patience snapped, his voice turning frighteningly low. No storm was darker than his gaze when he looked down at you, smothering you more than the brimming anxiety inside you. “He laid his hands on you. On what’s mine.”

Your heart plummeted to your stomach. The way he said it… It was almost as if you were his possession, an object he’d bared his teeth at anyone who dared to touch.

He killed Minsung because… he couldn’t stand seeing another man play with his toy?

Your fingers gripped tightly against the tub's edge as gravity seemed to double beneath your feet. “The other man… T-the security guard…”

Jinwoo tightened his jaws, his voice rivaling the frostiness of the blackest winter, a telltale that he had lost a shard of his humanity a long time ago. “I couldn’t afford to have a witness.”

Collateral damage. That was how easily he waved it off. A sinless man’s soul, treated as nothing.

The air turned heavy as silence came to join your company. He walked away from you to set away your towel, accidentally catching a reflection of himself in the mirror as he did. The bloodstain was still there, coating his prominent cheekbone, a stroke of crimson over flawless white canvas. He turned on the tap, drenching his fingers with water; his expression remained unfazed. You watched him wipe the dry blood with his thumb as if it were just another stain, not remembering—not caring over—the lives he took when he got it.

“I did what I had to do,” Jinwoo uttered, popping open the top buttons of his shirt before he rested his palms on the edge of the sink. His gaze, colder than the ocean’s depths, was glued to the running water. “He deserved it.”

Deserved it? No one deserved to have their heads blown to pieces! “You’ve gone too far—”

“And I’ll do it again.” He met your gaze in the mirror, stifling your breath. “I’ll kill anyone who touches you. You’re mine. You’ll always be mine. No one can have you but me.”

Your fear of him intensified as anger radiated off of him. You couldn’t avert your gaze away, feeling like he had you by the throat. The glow in his eyes, the conviction… He meant every word.

He’s insane.

He’s insane. He’s insane. He’s insane.

I need to run. I need to go somewhere. Far, far away from him.

It might have been a rash decision—foolish, too—but it was what your instinct told you to do, and you were caught too deep in a frenzy to think straight. You tried to return to your feet, your movement hasty, uncoordinated. It was then that you realized you could barely feel your legs.

The panic attack you'd suffered through before had taken a toll on your body, forcing it to betray you. Combined with the terrifying realization of the monster he had become—no, the monster he always was—your limbs turned feeble no matter how much you tried to steel yourself. Losing your balance, you fell onto the ceramic floor, water saturating your bathrobe the same way horror pervading every line of your face.

No, move. You beseeched yourself, your vision blurring with hot tears. Please, move!

You heard the tap handle turning before his calm, steady footsteps followed. “You need to rest,” Jinwoo said, his tone leaving you barely any room to argue.

Still, fueled by your will to survive, you shook your head. “No, I need to—”

“Sweetheart.” The sudden firmness in his voice staggered you. It was never a suggestion. It was a command. "Do as I tell you to."

You couldn’t do it. You had to leave. Now. The urge for it possessed you stronger than before. With a shot of adrenaline bursting through your system, you pushed yourself off the ground. You’d crawl your way out of there if you had to. You swore it.

One step. One step away from him was all he allowed you before he captured you with one hand wrapped around your waist, dragging you back to him.

“Jinwoo,” you started pleading, your hands fisting the fabric of his shirt. “Jinwoo, please, let—” His lean fingers reached toward you, a gentle curtain falling over your eyes. As darkness embraced you, your consciousness began to seep away. “me… go…” You fell into his arms, your body limp, your lips ajar as your words died in a whisper.

The last thing you witnessed before everything turned pitch black was a pair of glimmering purple orbs replacing the blue in his eyes. ***

Your damp strands soddened the pillow as Jinwoo placed you gently onto the sheets. He brushed his thumb against the tear that slipped past your wet lashes, his face contorting in sadness. He didn’t mean to do it, to use his magic on you, but you were panicking again, weren’t you? He couldn’t bear the thought of you suffering through another attack should it worsen.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, bestowing a kiss on your cheek. “You’ll feel better tomorrow. I promise.” He covered you with the duvet, letting it shroud you with its warmth before he’d replace it later with his embrace. “I’ll be back in a minute, Angel.”

There was one thing he needed to do, something to douse the blazing fire within him.

Peaceful in your slumber, you failed to witness the way his entire expression shifted as his eyes landed once again on the marks around your neck. With his jaw tautened and his eyes gleaming in the darkness, the Lord of the Undead stepped into his realm.

“My liege,” one of his most faithful shadows, Beru, greeted him with a deep bow as his king graced him with his presence. Endless soldiers stood on their knees behind the generals, awaiting his order.

"Heal her bruises. Make sure she's not in any pain. Igris," his voice, enough to make all shadows tremble at the sound, rumbled deeper through the air as he turned to address the other general. “Bring him to me.”

The silent knight vanished and returned within the blink of an eye, dragging Lee Minsung’s headless corpse beneath his claws and presenting him like a gift. Jinwoo stood tall with his hands stuck inside his pockets, his gaze piercing, unforgiving.

The raging desire for vengeance rose within him once more, and this time, he knew the perfect way to satisfy it.

“Arise.”

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Minumulto na 'ko ng damdamin ko. / 'Di mo ba ako lilisanin? Hindi pa ba sapat pagpapahirap sa 'kin? Hindi na ba ma-mamamayapa?

(I'm being haunted by my emotions. Won't you ever leave me alone? Haven't I suffered enough? Will I no longer be able to find peace?)

When the past haunts Jinwoo in the form of you, every step forward he takes without you falls apart. A lingering question; did he truly love on?

Sung Jinwoo, at his lowest, lost everything.

From his father to his mother, the next misfortune was you.

Shortly after his mother succumbed to the eternal slumber with no signs of waking up, came the news of your death, mentioned as one of the casualties of a large-scale dungeon break.

Sung Jinwoo, at his lowest, lost everything he held dear. It was funny how quickly his life went downhill. Forced to give up his studies, forced to go and raid dungeons despite being a measly E-rank with little to no abilities, his life quickly spiralled into a depressing mess.

A part of him simply wanted to let go. He's lost his parents and you, he's forced to get through everyday with a heavy wound on his body.

But if he left, who would be there to take care of his sister? He dreaded the thought of having her go through the heartbreak of losing everyone she held dear, so he hung onto dear life despite wishing for nothing more but the cold embrace of death.

Your death left a gaping hole in his heart he couldn't find the time to let heal. Left out in the open, every moment he spent casting a glance on just about anything reminded him of you.

Sung Jinwoo thought he'd never love again, his heart had been wounded too much. Along with your death did a huge chunk of him leave as well, taking it with you to the afterlife.

Sung Jinwoo was confident he would never find love as all encompassing as he did for you.

He was confident of that fact.

Then came Cha Hae-in. Casting down her warm light upon his stained soul. Embracing his heart marred by scars of heavy losses, Hae-in provided him the comfort he sought the most. Her gentle caresses and sincere affection infected his blackened heart, staining it with colors and allowing room for something as sweet as romance to come in.

Through her help, Jinwoo finds his heart easing up, settling into a comfortable rhythm as she stirred his gears back to life. Jinwoo leans against her touch, ignoring the flashes that encased her visage and shaped it in your form.

Hae-in was a soothing balm to his tattered heart, slowly, gingerly easing the pain that consumed his heart and its entirety. Little by little, she brought forth life in the barren wasteland of his soul. Her love was steady, allowing him a haven that grounded him in ways he thought was no longer possible.

Jinwoo convinces himself he's moved on. Still, your figure haunts him at night, whenever he closes his eyes. Your image is tattooed on his eyelids, and he's forced to come face to face with you and the creeping feeling of guilt as he walks down the path of happiness without you.

It's still too vivid.

You're still too vivid.

He still painstakingly remembers every feature of you he had fallen in love with. From your smile to your voice, to the little quirks he adored, he still remembers it all. He wishes he didn't know you too well; guilt eats him up from the inside and out whenever he sees you in Hae-in, whenever he associates every little quirks she has with you.

Hae-in's gentle affection clashed against the echo of your ghost. Every warm caress was followed by the shivering cold of your memory, stopping him from fully basking in the moment.

Despite falling for another, he still seeks your presence in their eyes. He knows in his mind that she isn't you; he knows what sets her apart from you. She was lovely, truly, a beacon of light for him who's spent too long basking in the cold dark of the night. But still, a faint echo in his mind repeats your name, stopping him from ever forgetting you fully.

He once confided in his troubles with her, expecting to be shamed for comparing her with a prior lover. What he didn't expect though, was for Cha Hae-in to bring him into her embrace, wrapping her slender arms around his lean figure and pulling him close. Sympathizing with him, she cradles his cheeks and wipes his tears away, assuring him that her love would stay even if he struggled to part ways with the past.

Jinwoo expected anger, betrayal flaring up in her eyes once she learns that all he kept seeing in her was your shadow. Instead, he was met with her quiet understanding, promising to help him in his journey of letting go. She offered to hold his hand as he journeyed the long path of letting go, never letting go no matter how long it takes if it meant he'd finally be free of your haunting.

It was right then and there that Jinwoo truly fell in love with her.

With a chaste kiss that still didn't feel quite right(he feared it would never feel right), he promised to her his love. In exchange for all she has given, he would bring her happiness unmatched and his loyalty. Only, if he ever manages to let go of all the shackles that continued to bind him to you.

When Jinwoo receives another chance at life, he uses it to protect the world from the losses it suffered.

Another chance, time rewinds to a decade ago.

Everyone's yet to know the horrors of gates and beasts, no one has awakened, they didn't need to be awakened.

Jinwoo spends his life here, in this well earned peace after spending 27 years in the pocket dimension, fighting ceaselessly without end. He allows himself this peace, living to the fullest knowing the future where he had lost everything, this warmth and more.

Cha Hae-in is the first to come to mind when he thinks of the past. His thoughts don't linger on you—scared that he'd revert back to his ever grieving self if he allowed himself to think about you for more than a minute.

Hae-in stayed with him as he grieved your loss, helped him get over you. To return to your arms would be to disrespect everything she's ever done for him. And Jinwoo found the thought daunting, he promised her happiness, and that was what he wanted to provide her in this life.

Years pass, and Jinwoo rarely ever thinks of you now. Focusing solely on Hae-in, he falls back into the motions of what life could've been without your afterimage constantly lingering in his peripheral.

He's happy, he's kept the promise he made to Hae-in prior time reversal. Everything seems to be just right, playing out in the way he always wanted his life to take.

Everything changes after one walk to the park on a fateful day.

His mouth quivers, a mixture of surprise, guilt, and joy brewing within his grey eyes.

You stood in front of him, mindlessly sweeping your gaze over the open field.

Taking a step back, he releases a shaky exhale. His legs tremble ever so slightly, shaken up by your presence—real and tangible—that curses him with promises of unlocking the gates which sealed your memories.

Seeing you right here, right after he's confident he was no longer consumed by thoughts of you, felt like a punch straight to his gut. Faintly, briefly, he could hear you whisper in his mind. 'did you really think you could be fine?'

A lump forms in his throat; he can't bring himself to do the action of gulping it down. His hand twitches, itching to touch, but afraid that it might burn him as a result.

He could feel everything he's worked hard on come undone when you tilt your head to face him.

You peer up at him with those clueless eyes, unaware of the chaos you've unleashed by simply standing in front of him.

His jaw clenches, what were you doing here? It took him years to forget you. It took him so long to let you go and finally find happiness with someone else, so why now did you appear in his life?

Your lips curve up into a smile—a small, polite one—and your head tilts up and down, giving him a polite nod when you caught him staring.

He should look away. He knows he should look away; if not for your sake then for his own peace of mind. But his body, oh his treacherous body remained frozen in place, unwilling to move even a single inch.

His eyes remain on you, fixated.

There was no mistaking you—there was no mistaking you whose love haunted him relentlessly.

You were breathtaking.

His legs nearly give up on his weight.

Just a look, and then suddenly he's thrown back to the past, the memories freeing themselves from its restraints and playing back inside his head at full force. The you who held his hand, the you who took every one of his firsts, the you who swore to love him, and the you who laid lifelessly behind a coffin.

Every single memory he tried so hard not to think of comes back, shredding down his defenses until he's all but vulnerable in front of your still living figure.

Your gaze is locked with his, and his feelings rears its ugly head once more. His heart, against all odds, flutters before your very presence.

"uhm," your mouth parts, "have we met before?"

Have we met before? Yes. You've met him before. You were the very phantom that stopped him, dragging him back to the past every time he got closer to being happy. You were the very person who forced him in a limbo until he found another who was willing to pull his weight out of the muddy swamps of misery. You were a lover he loved too much, a lover he lost much too early, a lover he swears to keep in the past, a lover who all too easily digs up every single feeling he's felt for you and multiplies the already painful feeling tenfold.

You were a cruel memory he hoped to forget.

How could he ever say that to you?

"No, I don't think so."

His words came out low, almost shaky. Balling his hands into a fist, he welcomes the pain of his nails scraping against his palms.

He forces his eyes away, you were dangerous. It's only been a few minutes and he already feels himself surrendering to your influence. Everything he built from the ground with Hae-in is ruined, lost in the tempest your appearance conjured.

He hates the way he easily falls apart, the way he easily admits to craving your touch. He despises the reckless part of him that wanted to risk everything just to be with you. Worse, he despised himself for even seriously considering it.

Jinwoo thought he's left your crutches behind. He was happy, you barely lingered and kissed his skin with your freezing touch anymore, but did he really?

Your appearance, and his reaction, proved otherwise.

Was this fate mocking him? Were you mocking him, laughing at him for ever thinking he could dream of a life without you? A part of him wanted to scream, yell at you for coming back when he specifically hoped to never see you again, afraid his feelings would waver, just like now. But despite the many words he longed to ask, all that came out was a bitter laugh. His body was sealed by the gravity of the history only he remembers.

A shaky, breathy laugh. His shoulders trembled, whether it be from the sob that threatened to leave him or the laugh he used to laugh at the cruelty of this all, he didn't know.

Won't you ever set him free?

Another question: Was it you who won't set him free? Or was it him who refused to let you go?

The way his heart squeezed painfully gave him the answer he didn't want to realize.

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tiredmamaissy · 2 days ago

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Alpha Sung Jin-woo helping me through my heat? Yes, pretty please.

🔞mdni🔞

alpha!jinwoo x lycan!shadow reader

Warnings: smut, p in v, masturbation, dubcon, heat cycle, dom jin, virginity loss, profanity, disgusting filth, creampie, alternating female + male povs, i.e your pov vs jins

a/n: a fair warning I was ovulating while I wrote majority of this ok? So it’s just kinda filthy I apologize. I’ve been thinking about Jinwoo helping us through heat for quite a while and this was the only way my brain could conjure up a situation to make that possible lol I also alternate povs between yours and then jinwoos so we get an idea of what hes feeling too, so I’m so sorry if this is a tad weird 😂

w/c: 7k

your pov

Aside from my notably pointed ears and canines, there isn’t much else that sets me aside from the humans. Yeah, my hair looks silver in some lighting but my body is pretty identical to that of a human. Well, for the most part. I do have…extra features.

I thought that being a part of the master's army would change those things—you know, being dead and all. Yet, things are mostly the same aside from the overwhelming urge to serve Master Jinwoo in every way possible. He’s the better king, anyways.

My father comes nowhere near him. He made me suffer most months, throwing me in the dungeon in the basement of the castle and letting the moon shove a double edged sword through my body as I cried out in agony.

I thought that was all over.

One would assume that existing in this…form would mean no pain and discomfort, or even emotions and needs. But I feel everything like I would back in the castle with my shitty excuse for a father.

But I just…never expected this.

Another wave ripples through me, tearing me from my thoughts and bringing me to my knees. The other shadows take notice in this little bubble that we float in until the king summons us. Some turn their heads to look at me, while others turn their heads to ignore me. I suppose we all still have most of our free will.

I clench my thighs together and will the cramp to radiate down and out my extremities. I seal my lips tight but a little whimper still escapes them, and it shocks even me. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. It’s only been a few hours and it’s only getting worse. Just like it used to. At this point, father would be locking the door and throwing away the key.

But I refuse to let this happen in front of the others. At least in my dungeon I had the privacy to suffer and squirm and squeal on my own. I keep my focus on my bruised knees and force the muscles in my thighs to relax. Maybe I can get my own bubble or something.

I am the only girl here.

“What’s wrong with her?” I hear a whisper behind me, and the sound of shuffling beside me.

“She kind of…smells.” Another voice fires the words like an arrow through me.

Not fair. I can’t control that part of this.

I peek up through my lashes and catch a glimpse of the blockhead called Iron dramatically pointing at me in dead silence. He looks as if he just discovered new land or something. I open my mouth to give him a piece of my mind but an armored hand gives his wrist a satisfying smack.

“That’s rude.”

It’s Igris, my favorite shadow in the army. Not that I really know the others anyways. He’s the quietest of the lot, and is seemingly master's second in command. I’m not exactly excited for him to see me like this, but there isn’t much I can do about it. I look away and curl into a ball to soothe the dull ache in my core.

“What’s the matter?” Igris takes a knee beside me and looks me over. “Are you in pain?”

Gods, what do I even say? Nothing, that’s what. I give him a slight nod and bite my cheek to stifle the groan trying to escape from me too.

“She smells good.” Iron speaks like a caveman, inching his way closer to Igris. Igris extends a hand behind him and halts Iron with a shove, forcing him to keep a distance from me.

“Give her space.” Igris says sternly, a little louder than needed. I guess that message was for everyone. My cheeks heat up. Shit. I tuck my head down to hide my flushed face and that throb down there worsens.

Igris tenses. I can sense it—he’s strung taut like a bow ready to snap. I can’t help but wonder if it’s me making him that way or if he’s just being his usual self. Regardless, I can’t bring myself to look back at him right now. Not when I’m making a little mess in my panties. No, that would be shameless.

Igris clears his throat and his armour clanks as he lowers his face next to mine. “You are part Lycan, correct?”

Igris speaks for only me to hear. It sounds as if there’s a hidden question disguised behind that one. Whatever it is, I don’t answer. He sighs slightly and allows the uncomfortable silence to pass between us. After what feels like an eternity, Igris pulls back and straightens his spine.

“I’ll inform the king.”

Suddenly we’re being sucked out of this bubble and my heated skin is on the cold tile. It feels like I’m sizzling against it’s surface, and the feeling is delectable. I wonder if my master will let me stay here for a while longer. Just until it’s all over.

“Inform me of what?” Jin-woo stands before me, yet he’s looking at Igris beside him with his arms crossed over his chest.

I feel like we’re in trouble or something, especially with him standing like that. It’s making me nervous but the sensation deep in me isn’t allowing the nerves to take over. I can’t get up even if I try. I tighten my grip around my knees and my fangs descend and throb in my mouth.

I hate this.

“She’s…in pain.” Igris speaks with uncertainty in his voice, like if it were a question rather than a statement. Jinwoo shifts his focus on me, looking down at me with a cocked brow. I guess he’s never had issues with one of his shadows like this.

“Pain?” Jin-woo sounds almost intrigued. “What happened?”

Igris doesn’t answer right away, he’s giving me a chance to speak for myself but I don’t take it. I’m feeling more embarrassed than anything right now.

“I am unsure, master.” Igris finally says and I look up to meet the glowing eyes of my creator.

Jinwoo is kneeling in front of me. The king himself, kneeling, before me. My face flames and my thighs rub against one another. I show my submission and look down, how dare I look into his eyes when he’s on his knees?

“Speak.” Jinwoo commands me, and the instinct to obey rides me hard. I surprise myself when I glance over at Igris, and then back to my master. And just like that, Jinwoo waves Igris away and he fades into a black mist.

“Forgive me, you’re my first female shadow. I know privacy is important.” My king speaks to me with his hand extended. He’s urging me to take it. Oh, gods. I obey and take it, and suddenly I’m being carried across the room and lowered onto what I can only assume is his bed.

“Now, talk to me.”

Now I have to say it. There’s no escaping it. He himself is demanding an answer, here and now.

“Um…” I begin, breaking eye contact to look down at my feet. They feel heavier and I have way more color than usual. I almost look…alive. And with this annoying ache, I almost feel alive too. Jin-woo angles his head to catch my gaze and what feels like my heart bursts through my chest.

“Just something…Lycan.”

“Something…Lycan.” Jinwoo repeats slowly, nodding slightly as if he understands what I mean. “Right. So will it fix itself? I don’t know if the system has—”

“Yes! Yes.” I answer him quickly, calming down when I realise that I’ve totally interrupted him. “It’ll go away in a couple days. I just need, uhm—”

“You need…?” Jinwoo draws out the word as he waits patiently.

“My own bubble.” I speak with feigned confidence. This is my chance and I’m determined not to let the other shadows see me like this.

“Your own…bubble?”

Master seems confused.

“Yes.” I say, and give my best smile. “Please.”

His brows furrow. Master is definitely confused.

“I need…privacy.” I use the word he did.

“Ah.” Jinwoo nods, and looks at me with an unreadable expression. It’s that same expression someone makes when they're trying to solve one of those oddly shaped puzzles. “Okay. Understood.”

Perfect. I’m getting my own bubble, and I don’t need to worry about anything else other than just getting through this shit show.

“But I can’t give you your own…bubble.”

What? Didn’t he just say ‘okay’? That he understands?

“Instead, you’ll stay here.” He motions to his room and for the first time I take it in. The grey paint on his walls. His wooden wardrobe. The flat screen t/v mounted to the wall. His bed that I’m sitting on.

He wants me to stay here?

“You said, what? A couple days? I have more than enough mana to keep you here.” Master speaks so casually about allowing me in his personal quarters. Unbothered, he stalks towards the door and reaches for the handle. He opens the door and lingers in the frame, back turned to me. “Take the bed. I’ll take the couch.”

Absolutely not.

“No! M-Master, you can’t. I will take the couch, o-or even the basement! I really don’t need much space. Even the floor is fine.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Jin-woo casts me a glance over his shoulder. “I’ll be tending to a few matters and won’t be here most of the time, anyways.” He walks through the bedroom door, collected and composed. “Make yourself at home.”

The door closes softly behind him and I’m left alone in a room that smells like him. Every part of this place smells like him. His sheets. His pillow. Even the curtains are stained with his musky scent.

I feel like I’m floating, being led by my nose like a predator to prey.

And when I come to, I’m curled up in a pile of his laundry in his bed, stripped buck naked. I don’t quite remember how I got in this position, but I’ve never felt more comfortable in a nest before. All my previous nests have been made of my old blankets, and whatever linen my father throws down in the basement.

This one is perfect. And it smells exactly how it should. I tug a fat pillow towards me and embrace it with all four limbs, inhaling deep and holding it. Heat bubbles in my tummy and I moan into the pillow’s cushioned surface. It muffles it just right.

My toes curl and my thighs grip the pillow, shimmying it closer and closer to the place where it aches the most. The pressure is sublime. I shove my hand between me and the pillow and my fingers strum at my slippery clit. I bury my face into the pillow and my eyes burn when that hot sensation zings through me.

“Ahh!”

sung jin-woo’s pov

I never thought I’d have to deal with one of my shadows being in heat. I got the notification as soon as I summoned her and Igris.

Notification: [Lycan Shadow] is in heat. Do you want to help her? ☐Yes ☐No

Of course I chose yes. What kind of master would I be if I didn’t help one of my loyal shadows? It’s my responsibility. Plus, she’s female.

But that doesn’t change the fact that I had no idea what it really meant to pick yes. I’m not an idiot—I know what a heat is, especially for a Lycan. I thought giving her some privacy would be enough but now the system seems to be urging me to do a bit more than that.

Notification: [Lycan shadow] will peak in her heat in 8hrs35mins12secs. There may be a penalty if the quest isn’t completed.

Quest? Penalty?

I shift to my side on the couch—I don’t remember it being this tough. The annoying screen follows me and I wave it away. I don’t have time for this. Just keeping her here in this condition is draining my mana quicker than I expected.

But a penalty? For what?

I’ve kept her here, let her in my room, in my bed. Isn’t that enough? What more does she need from me?

Her scent alone was enough to make my head spin. If I didn’t get out of that room when I did I would have lost my shit. I can’t say for certain exactly what would have happened, but she smells like something I’ve never smelled before. She smells like a feeling.

She smells ripe.

Fuck, what am I thinking? Ripe? Like a fucking fruit? I toss over to my other side and smack the pillow a couple times. I need to buy a new couch. Imagine if I let her take this piece of plywood that I’m laying on? Or the floor in the basement? I don’t even have a basement. I live on the top floor of an apartment complex. It makes things easier for me when it comes to Kaisel.

Anyways—is that what her father did? Throw her in the basement when her heat came on? I should’ve made that fucker’s death a slow one.

I huff a sigh and spring up into a sitting position. I eye the floor, maybe it is the better option. I bury my face into my hands. I have a couple commitments for the hunters association tomorrow but those will need to wait for now. I need to deal with her first…however that may be.

I wonder if she’s okay right now. She didn’t look great at all. And her aura was very off. She felt weak to me, like she was injured and fragile, despite her being a shadow. It made my protective instincts go haywire for a moment. I know Igris felt it too. Couldn’t he have taken the weight of some of this for me? They both exist on the shadow plane that she likes calls a ‘bubble’.

Cute. Very cute.

I see what she meant by needing her privacy, though. With a scent like that I can’t trust my soldiers to keep to themselves. I know Igris wouldn’t allow any funny shit to go down but females like their privacy. Jin-ah made me realize that long ago.

I know that checking on her now would be an invasion of that. So why do I want to? This badly, too? There’s something deep in me urging me to get up and make sure she’s alright. It’s not just my protective instinct. It’s something more. Something primal.

And the idea unnerves me.

I stand and begin pacing in my living room to cool off a bit. But my head won’t clear. My thoughts go from obligations I have to get done, to her. Everything about her. The pink on her cheeks that appeared once I started pouring mana into her summoning. The shine in her silver hair when the moonlight caught it just right. The way she squeezed her thighs together and that scent of hers grew even stronger. I bet that’s where it’s emitting from.

Fucking hell. Get your shit together, man.

Whatever she’s going through is affecting me too. That’s clear as day. And now I’m standing in front of her door. My door. Well, it’s her door for the next couple of days. Fuck. What’s wrong with me? This is creepy behaviour. I lean in, tilting my head to press the shell of my ear to its wooden exterior.

Very creepy behaviour.

So why can’t I stop? I strain to listen, and my hand rests on the door handle. What am I doing? I rip my hand away from the metal and clench my jaw.

“Ahh!”

Shit. Go in there and check she’s safe.

No. She’s fine. She’s safe. She’s in my room. I’m here, guarding her. I need to calm down and get myself together, this is ridiculous. She’s a shadow for Christ sake—

“Mmm~”

Oh? What was that?

“Ngh!”

Yep. That was definitely a moan of some sort. I wonder if I’m actually immune to heart attacks, because it feels like I might be having one right now. Or maybe all the blood is just rushing to the wrong head.

“Mmph!”

Christ. Forgive me.

I palm my crotch, I can’t help it. My hard on hurts. My boxers have no stretch to them.

Her little sounds are picking up now. They’re muffled but these walls are thin. I want to know what she’s doing in there to be making those noises.

I need to know.

My hand goes for the door handle again but I reign it back in. I force myself to step away from the door all together. I’m not doing this. This is a line that I won’t cross with a shadow. I take a few more steps back, turn and head straight for my bed made of concrete. I slip under the blanket and rest my arm over my forehead.

I force myself to close my eyes and concentrate on getting some sleep and ignoring those delicious sounds coming from my bedroom. Right, ignoring them. I opt to listen to the electricity from the fridge, the ceiling fan, the clock—anything. But nothing distracts me from those sweet, sweet noises she’s making.

Fuck.

I’m as hard as this couch. Rock solid. I haven’t been this hard since high school for fucksake. I try to ignore the branch in my pants and turn over to go to bed. But nothing’s working.

My hand slides under the band of my boxers and I grab my cock with a vice-like grip. I want it to go down—go away. There’s a part of me that doesn’t want to admit what I’m feeling.

My shadow is making me unbelievably horny.

Her sounds. Her scent.

God, help me.

My hand moves, up and down. It hurts, so I loosen my grip. I can’t stop my own movements. Just the thought of her in lying in my bed possibly doing things to herself to be making those noises is driving me over the fucking edge. I look over at the door, it’s still shut.

Good. I can’t have her catching me. This is already crazy as it is. I feel like I’m sneaking around, like I did when I was younger. My hand moves faster. Shit, I’m gonna come already. I can hear her moans from here now, they’re getting even louder and longer. Whatever she’s doing in my room is about to come to a finale.

And fuck, so am I.

“F-Fuck!”

“Oh, fuck.” I groan a little too loudly for my liking and explode in my cupped hand.

I can’t remember the last time I came this fucking hard. I fumble into the kitchen and clean myself up, fixing my boxers and taking a moment to gather myself. I’m going to pretend like I didn’t just cum to one of my shadows and head to bed.

I’ll deal with this heat thing tomorrow.

— —

It’s been a few hours and I still haven’t slept. Nor have I calmed down either. I’m getting a little concerned. How many hours need to pass before I see a doctor about having a hard on again? It won’t fucking go down and it’s got its own heartbeat. But how could it when her scent is leaking through the cracks of the door frame? It’s literally seeping out the room in a light tangible mist.

I don’t know how much more I can take. Her sounds are definitely not helping either. They’re so much louder and desperate—raw and primal. She is most certainly fucking herself in there. And I’d be the world’s biggest liar if I said I didn’t want to be the one in there fucking her. All she needs to do is say the words, and I’d shove my cock in her little cunt so fucking deep.

I catch my breath. How long was I holding it for? I’m sweating like I’ve climbed a hundred stories and I swear my muscles are swelling. I slip my shirt off, it’s way too tight. The timer says there’s about two hours left until this peaks but I can’t last that long. I’ll have to take Kaisel out to get some fresh air or something.

Or I’m going to fuck her.

Shirtless, I grab a coat and bolt to the front door.

“...M-Master.”

Fuck. She’s calling for me. Fuck. I need to leave now.

“...oh!...please.”

My hand grips the door handle and I watch myself turn it. Wait. This isn’t the handle to the front door. It creaks open and her intoxicating scent bursts out and hits me like a ten ton truck. My head spins and my vision blurs for a second. Shit. I blink to focus my eyes and—

Oh, god.

She’s bent over on all fours in a bed of my linen and laundry, sticking her pussy up in the air. Right in front of my face. Presented on a silver platter for my enjoyment. Swollen and bright pink, and ultra glossy from her heat.

Fuck, that is where this delicious scent is coming from.

It looks like it’d be so warm and gooey inside. I need to find out–to be inside. My cock throbs at the thought and I adjust myself. She begins rocking back and forth, thrusting her pussy into the air and then onto my very soaked pillow. Has she been using that thing to get off this whole time? No wonder this has lasted for hours.

I glance down at her face and the expression etched into her soft features sends a pang through my chest. She’s been suffering, unsatisfied and desperate for a proper release this entire time. I’ve left her here this long because of why again? I can’t remember, but it doesn’t matter. Because I’m going to make this all better.

“You called.”

your pov

I don’t think I’ll be getting any sleep tonight. Not that I’m necessarily surprised or anything, but it still sucks. King Jin-woo’s scent is making this way worse than it usually is. My body probably thinks that a male is here to mate–or whatever my aunt says about Lycans in their heat. Father never allowed that of course, so it quickly became just a bedtime folklore for me.

But shit, now that it’s happening…everything is so much more intense.

I rock back and forth. Harder. Faster. It aches, a constant throb of need, pulsing in my womb, in my pussy. I yearn to be filled. By him. By my master, my king. My body craves him, his scent.

My head feels like it’s stuffed with wool and I can’t concentrate to form a coherent thought. A moan splits my lips and I’m head first into the pillow, arching my back and sticking my pussy in the air. I can feel how swollen I am, and I’m dripping everywhere—down my legs, onto his sheets, his blankets, his clothes.

My hand mindlessly wanders between my thighs, again. Jokes on it, because nothing it or this pillow can do is going to make it go away. I’ve lost count on how many times I’ve rubbed at that little bump down there. But I know it’s enough to make it really puffy and sensitive. I feel my fingers press little circles into it, and my tears start flowing again.

I’m crying like an idiot. Thank the gods that I’m alone. The sensation is so overwhelming. It’s too much yet nowhere near enough at the same time. My body is craving more than my fingers can give. Something big enough to reach deep inside me and get rid of that itch I can’t ever reach. My back bows even more and my toes strain and sink into the bed.

I’m presenting my pussy to nobody.

Because no one’s coming. There is no male.

My knees drag forward and I hardly bring myself to mount his pillow again. It’s wet from the times I’ve used it to make myself cum. I’m so sore and weak but I can’t help myself. This is truly pathetic, and I ought to be ashamed of myself. But I’m not. I’m really not. I want to call out for him, my master.

My alpha.

He’ll make this better, he’ll make the ache go away.

“...m-master…alpha…” I hear myself croak and another cramp rattles me. “...oh! please...”

I rock again, sinking my pussy down onto Jinwoo’s pillow and then shoving it back into the air.

A gust of wind makes me shudder and I hump the pillow another time.

“You called.”

Masters’ deep voice envelops me like a cool breeze on a humid day. I didn’t even hear him come in. It feels like my ears are stuffed with cotton, too. My hips thrust my pussy even harder into the air.

What’s happening to me?

It’s never been this bad.

“Please.” I barely manage to get out. He should know what I’m asking for, he’s the male. My hips rut my mound into his pillow, pressing my hard, sticky clit into the wet fabric. His footsteps come closer, and I can feel his overpowering presence behind me. It’s so domineering, I feel like I’m suffocating.

“Please, what?” His voice is thick with restraint.

But why is he resisting?

“Please, help me.” I sob the last two words, dismounting his pillow and shuffling back until my knees are at the edge of the bed. “I can’t take it a-anymore, alpha.”

“Alpha? That’s new.” He lets out a husky chuckle and his fingertips brush against my outer thigh as he positions himself behind me. I whine from his touch and my back sinks even lower. “I guess you could say that I’m your alpha, sure.”

“Yes, alpha. Please, a-alpha. It’s h-hurting now.”

I’m blubbering. Nothing makes sense. Nothing feels right. I can’t think clearly, I can’t stop my tears, I can’t stop my body. I’m scared, but also excited and aroused. His fingers sink into the fat on my thigh and drag themselves up to my hip, seizing it with force. He tugs me onto him, pressing his clothed bulge against my swollen pussy.

“Fuck, love. Your pussy is weeping.” He groans, gripping my other hip to hold me steady. I’m not going anywhere. I need this. “Is that how badly she wants me? Enough to cry?”

He’s speaking about my pussy like it’s got a mind of its own. I mean, it feels that way right now. It’s throbbing for him, leaking clear beads of this sticky liquid it won’t stop making onto his pants.

He needs to take those off, how will we do this if he doesn’t?

Master yanks at my hips, ramming me back onto him suddenly–roughly.

“Answer me.” He growls and a sweltering heat floods my cunt.

“Yes, alpha.” I whisper in anticipation, spreading my legs a little further to make space for his huge figure.

He is alpha.

“Good girl.” I feel him pluck at the string on his pants and tug them down his legs. “Now, you want me to help you? Yeah?” Jinwoo’s voice is rough and it’s doing things to my body. His hand slips to my inner thigh and his fingertips barely brush against my puffy clit.

“Mmm—mhm!” I hum and nod, chasing his fingers with my hips. Why is he teasing me? “Please al-pha.”

“You know, you’re a well-mannered shadow when it suits you, princess.” Jinwoo lets out a subtle chuckle, arching over me until he’s cheek to cheek with me. His cock is prodding at me but in all the wrong places. He needs to be inside.

“Say the words. And I’ll do it.” His voice lowers to a whisper and he’s putting more and more weight on top of me. “Tell me exactly how you need me to help you.”

I don’t understand how any of this is possible but I don’t care. I’ve never felt more alive than at this moment.

“Inside. P-Put it inside.” I whimper shakily and my hips stutter to notch him at my opening. It’s becoming obvious that he’s doing this on purpose and I can’t understand why. “H-Hurry please!”

“Tsk... Put what inside, love?” He tsks, and a menacing smirk tugs at his lips. His knees sink into the mattress behind me.

“You, alpha. You.” I answer desperately, and he remains stockstill. “Your…cock.”

“Oh. This?” I feel him tug down his boxers and his cock springs out. It’s hot against me, twitching and pulsing between my pussy lips. I nod like an idiot and my bottom lip quivers.

Why is he doing this to me?

“Inside where?” His smirk morphs into a little grin and he lets go of my hip to guide himself exactly where he’s supposed to be. “Here?”

Gods, yes. Yes. Right there.

“Come on. Tell your alpha.” Jin-woo growls the order.

“Yes. Want you in my pussy! Ple-ase!” I cry out and back up on him, and I hear him chuckle again. What’s so fucking funny? He needs to hurry or I’m going to lose myself completely.

“God, it's taken everything in me to hold back for this long, you know that? You’ve really been fucking with my head.” Master grumbles, rubbing his cockhead up and down along my slick opening. “Just keeping you here in this form is using most of my mana, princess. I don’t know how much patience I have left in me.”

In this form? What form? I don’t care. He needs to move.

“Don’t you feel it?” He whispers, catching himself just right at my softest, most sensitive spot. He pushes, gently, slowly. It’s huge. Oh, no. No, he won’t fit. But he needs to. He has to. I spread myself even more, meeting this pressure half way.

“Don’t you feel…alive? Or is your heat fucking with your head too much for you to notice?”

What the fuck is he on about?

Smack.

Fuck. Oh fuck. Oh, fuck.

A high pitched noise rings my ears and I think it might be me. My body tenses and my mind goes blank. The burn is divine but he might actually be splitting me wide open. He’s so big, so deep—so fucking deep. Pushing an exquisite pressure right into that tender, itchy part inside me. It hurts, but it hurts so good. I had no idea that this is what I’ve been missing for all these dreadful months.

Jinwoo huffs next to my ear, stilling himself inside me. “You okay?”

sung jin-woo’s pov

Easy, Jin. Slowly. Let’s not break her.

I’m pumping mana into her so her form is more real than shadow. From her soft curves down to each strand of hair on her head—I know she’s feeling every little thing as if her heart were actually beating. I don’t think she’s realized though, she’s way too out of it.

“Don’t you feel…alive? Or is your heat fucking with your head too much for you to notice?”

I attempt to breach her and meet pure resistance. God, she’s tight as fuck. I heave a breath and roll my hips forward, breaking that resistance little by little until I feel a sudden pop. She squeals and her pussy clamps down on my cock, fuck—not good. Not. Good.

The compulsion to sink myself all the way inside is entirely too overwhelming. I try my best to fight it but my hips stammer against my will and whatever strength I have left goes right into forcing my cock inside her tight little cunt in one hard thrust.

Holy fuck, yes.

Her pussy isn’t anything near what I imagined. It’s everything and more. And it didn’t give easy. She’s so warm and sticky and soft inside. She’s hugging every inch my cock so fucking tight.

I grit my teeth so I don’t spray my load inside her. I need to calm down, keep a level head. Make sure I don’t do anything I shouldn’t—like spray my load inside her. But she’s so tight and tense, she’s going to snap my dick in two if she doesn’t ease up.

She feels like a virgin.

Shit. I didn’t even consider the fact that this might be her first time.

“You okay?” I huff, desperately trying to resist the urge to rut into her and work her little pussy open for me. If she is, I’ve probably hurt her. “Don’t tell me I just stole your virginity, princess.”

She whimpers and nods her head into my pillow. Shit. I did. I should’ve been gentler—stayed in control. Eased her into it, stretched her first.

“S-shh—‘m sorry. Does it hurt?”

She does a series of nods and shakes, like she’s entirely unsure about how she’s feeling right now. But her eyes say it all, they’re puffy and glisten from her tears. I make sure not to move at all, I’m as still as the statue that once killed me.

“Breathe. It’ll stop hurting soon.” I coo and force myself to loosen my grip on her hips so I can trail my fingers along her spine. She backs up onto me and I glance down.

Dear God, why did I look down?

Her pussy is stretched thin on my cock, it actually looks like it's sucking me in. Gratification swirls deep in my belly when the dangerous realization sinks in.

I’m the first cock to ever be in this pussy.

This cunt belongs to me, and only me now. A flame ignites within me that’s all consuming. It’s a feeling—a feeling of something that’s been imprinted into my being from the very beginning—an instinctual urge that I must satisfy.

The urge to claim this female underneath me, to make her pussy mine and to stain her womb with my seed.

Control yourself, Jin. Look away.

I fling my head back because there’s no way that I can willingly tear my eyes away from the sight of her virgin cunt stretching so beautifully around my cock. I eye the popcorn ceiling and follow the blades of the fan as they spin.

Focus, focus.

The urge to look again rides me. I grunt and fight it, I have more restraint than this. I clench my jaw. Fuck, I don’t know if I can hold out. I can feel her pussy relaxing and tightening around me.

Then she rocks on me.

Back and forth, back and forth. Like she did on the pillow that’s completely drenched with her cum. A low rumble comes from her, she’s growling her impatience, trying to fuck me. I look down and god, her pussy is quivering, drooling strings of her sweet, sticky nectar on my cock.

She rocks against me harder and lets out a broken groan, and her thighs start to shake. I think she’s gonna come. Fuck yes, she’s about to come on me.

“Don’t tell me. Is my little virgin princess about to come?”

My instincts dominate me, and my hips buck against my volition. I’m totally out of control. How in the world is she doing this to me? I'm behaving like a goddamn animal.

Thrust.

Please, God.

Thrust.

I can’t stop myself.

She nods frantically and meets my brutal thrusts with desperation and need. I growl and piston my cock inside her pussy, hard. She moans loud and long, and her cunt squeezes me so hard that I get a headrush. Her pussy pulses, coating me in a thick slick.

She’s cumming. Fuck, she’s cumming.

“Yes, cum on my cock.” I encourage her, hunching over her petite frame. The skin on the back of her neck looks so soft—so delicate. “So pretty.” I want to bite it. Mark her so everyone will know that she belongs to me. What the fuck? No. I won’t do that. I can’t.

But I want to. And my cock is already kissing her womb so why can’t I exactly?

She’s my shadow, that’s why. She’s not in the right frame of mind. That’s why.

But I’m not either.

your pov

Whatever pain I felt is long gone, replaced by an overwhelming sensation of good, and right—how things should be.

Bright white stars twinkle behind my closed eyes. Waves of raw pleasure smack into me and make my legs tremble uncontrollably. He’s filling me so good that I have no other choice but to take his cock and his every thrust.

“Yes, cum on my cock. So pretty.” His words are a hot mist against my neck and I feel his weight shift on top of me.

Yes. Mount me.

“Fuck, why do I want to bite you so bad?”

I don’t know but he should. I show him my throat and whine low, spreading my legs for him to fuck me again.

“Do it.” I moan, and my hips rock again. I want him to pound me, and then fill my empty womb—it aches. “Please. Bite me, fuck me.”

He tenses behind me, resisting again. I don’t want him to.

“I didn’t know such filth could come from a princess’s mouth.”

Jinwoo’s dark, monotonous voice sends a spasm through my pussy. His fingers grip my jaw and he tugs my head back, exposing my throat. His hot tongue drags along my pulsating jugular and he shuffles from his knees to the balls of his feet.

“I don’t understand exactly how you’re doing this to me, but I hope you can take it.” He growls a warning and I break out into a shiver. “Because I don’t think I can hold back anymore.”

He pulls out of me, leaving his mushroomy cockhead notched right under my pelvic bone. The empty feeling makes me mewl and my hips search for him.

“You’re so fucking noisy.” He huffs, annoyed, teeth scraping against my skin. “So goddamn needy.” His fingers tighten on my jaw, and he plunges his cock back inside me. I see more stars, more fireworks. I yelp out, and my tears trickle down my cheeks again.

“Quiet, princess. The floor under us will think I’m doing something you don’t want.”

And then he bites me.

He sinks his blunt teeth into me, locking his jaw when I begin to squirm from the feeling of being claimed—marked. The fingers wrapped around my jaw quickly slip down my throat and muffle my shriek.

Gods, it’s too much. Too much.

“Yes—yes!” I gurgle, and he bites down even harder. I’ll be bruised for weeks but that’s okay.

He grinds into me, grunting while he’s shoving all he can inside as deep as it’ll go. He works me open, and I feel him deep in my tummy. I guess I’ll be bruised there too, and that’s definitely okay. I want to feel him in me for weeks, until the moon shows me her wicked face again.

Alpha releases me from his bite and he kisses the double crescent mark. I feel him pepper kisses down my shoulder, and he tastes my skin there too. He’s not moving anymore, just staying really deep inside me, hunched over me, breathing hard and loud. I whine loud and suckle on his fingers.

“Mmm, fuck. Hush.” He snaps at me, breathless. “You want alpha to make it better?”

I nod again, my tears and saliva dribble onto his hand, down his wrist. I see his eyes glow bright in my peripheral vision. He’s going to wreck me and I can’t wait.

“Then be a good girl for me, won’t you?” He growls and smacks into me.

Once, twice. Thrice. Again, and again. Brutally, cruelly. His thrusts are bloodthirsty, like he’s the beast and not me. He holds me firmly in place, his grip is unrelenting—I can’t get away even if I tried. I’m forced to take each unsparing strike and stroke.

That heat whirls in my lower abdomen again, and I feel like a matchstick about to burst into flames. His cock is ramming right into that spot super deep, filling it, swelling it. I bite down on his fingers to stifle a guttural moan and he hisses, picking up his pace as punishment. I clamp down on his cock and—

I’m gonna come.

“Not yet.” He grunts, pulling his fingers out of my mouth and shoving me onto my stomach.

He yanks his cock out of me and strokes himself with one hand while he uses the other to toss me onto my back. Now he’s looking down at me with an intoxicated expression, bullying his thick frame between my trembling legs. He’s back on the balls of his heels, folding me in half, pinning my legs back so my knees graze against my pointed ears.

“I want to see what you look like when you come, princess.”

His cock prods at my sore pussy before he catches it just right and drives himself back inside me with an urgency. He lets out a depraved groan, one that makes me a little nervous, and I swear he goes even deeper than before.

“M-Master…Al-Alpha…” I whisper as best as I can in this position and my bottom lip juts out. “‘s s-so deep.”

“Isn’t that what you want, hm?” He uses his strength to push himself into me and his heavy balls press into me. I squeal from the pressure and jolt back but he keeps me where he wants me. “...what you need?”

My head spins and I start sputtering, switching between mumbling and trying to catch my breath as his weight punches the air out of my lungs.

“You look so fucked out right now.” He withdraws from me and plunges into me again, putting all of his weight on me. “So drunk on my cock. Yeah?”

I whimper shakily and electricity bolts up my spine.

“Ooh, fuck. Let me see how pretty you look when you come, love.” He smirks and fucks into me hard and fast, staring deep into my eyes—taking my soul for a second time. “Come on—” He’s growling all his words, his hips striking me with purpose and intention, vicious smack after smack—coaxing my orgasm out of me. “Let your alpha feel your little virgin cunt.” My face screws and I sob when my release takes over me, sending my body into a frenzied convulsion underneath him. “Yes, that’s my pretty girl. Good girl.” He pants and presses his forehead into mine, and his movements falter. “Gonna breed you so deep, so hard, fuck—”

Yes. Breed me.

He lets out a sudden, loud grunt, and then I feel it. A harsh throb that isn’t mine, and a heat flooding deep inside me. His hips buck and rut in an uncontrolled manner, and he groans lengthily, darkly. His breath is heavy and fast, and he’s still looking me deep in the eye. I feel myself fade, the dim lights in his room darken some more and my breath won’t stop hitching. I’m satiated and so full—so happy.

I’m exactly where I should be.

sung jin-woo’s pov

I watch her eyes unfocus and her eyelids droop—she’s slipping away. I ease up off of her and throw her leg over to her side, and tuck myself behind her. I stay inside her, making sure not a single drop of my seed is spilled. If I could plug her full of me, I would. My head is still quite foggy, but I can feel that it’s starting to clear now. Her scent is less potent, and her body isn’t as hot to the touch.

Is it over?

Notification: [Secret Quest: A Lycan’s Heat] is complete.

I breathe a sigh of relief. Her heat has broken. I dismiss the blue screen and glance over to my bedside clock—6:47a.m. An orange hue illuminates behind my grey curtains, and my eyes grow heavier. My mana is dangerously low, but I’ll let it run out completely.

I don’t want this to end just yet.

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angelltheninth · 4 days ago

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Can I please request a smut with Jinwoo using Ruler's hand/Authority on his girlfriend? Keeping her from moving away while being overstimulated🤭. Got this idea from a fic Opiate² by pa1nrema1ns and it's been in my head all day

I haven't read that fic but I'll check it out later.

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, orders, power use, blushing, dom/sub dynamics, power play, begging, dominant!Sung Jinwoo

Ko-Fi | Rules | Fandoms and Characters | Commissions

A/N: Need a season 3 right now please, I'm going through Jinwoo drought.

"You've got quite the attitude tonight. Can you stay still for me or not?" Jinwoo didn't want to hurt you, to use too much force, he knew it was dangerous to, even with how strong your own defenses are. He kept his hands tight and locked on your hips but you kept moving under him, his cock never getting the angle he liked. It frustrated him in the most adorable way. "Fine. A little bit of Authority then. Hold still."

Your body stopped moving the moment his words registered in your brain. "Jingwoo, you're such a pervert sometimes. Using your powers for things like this." He grinned down at you, his eyes shining blue and in the next second you hooked your hands under your legs and pulled them towards your chest.

Completely open for him, your pussy on full display, his to do whatever he wanted to do with. A moment later the sensitive tip of his length pressed against your entrance, making you whimper in need.

Normally you would have fucked yourself into his cock by now, you weren't the most patient person when it came to taking your boyfriend's dick. You were greedy for it. "Jingwoo, don't be like that." Your eyelashes fluttered at him as your fingers spread your pussy wider. "I need you. I want you. Your cock feels so good in my pussy." Despite him being in control your praise made his ears red. Underneath all of that authority he was still the softie you knew and loved before.

"And what a good pussy it is. Yeah. Clench." And it did. "Good girl. Ready to listen to me now are you?" He asked as he sheathed his cock inside of your tight wetness, his heavy, full balls pressing flush against you. "Feel those? All the cum in them is going right in here by the end of the night." That was his promise, his vow as he began thrusting in and out of your needy pussy again, which was now fully under his command.

Dividers by: @/jiyascepter

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thatlotuscookie · 5 days ago

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can u write some jong-in hcs where like what he does to help you feel better whenn you're on your period? im on my cycle rn and its so painful i need some comfort. ty!

✧･ﾟ: a/n: this is too real, please feel better anon! jong-in is so underrated <33

Choi Jong-In x Female!Reader (period hcs)

He Notices Right Away

Jong-In is observant, and I mean OBSERVANT. He immediately notices when you're feeling off—whether it's from the way you move, the look in your eyes, the way you turn a tad bit quieter or how you clutch your lower stomach. He's not one to let you hide your pain from him, even if you're trying to be brave about it. He'll stop whatever he's doing to make sure you're okay and offer comfort before you even have the chance to say anything.

Staying Home to Care for You

Will stay home from his regular duties at the Hunter Guild just to be with you. Even though he's still on call, the other hunters know to leave him be. He'll handle any urgent matters as soon as he can, but for now, it's all about taking care of you. You’re his priority, and he won't let you handle things by yourself.

Handling the Chores

He takes over the chores, making sure everything is cleaned up, from doing the dishes to making the bed. He doesn't mind the work—he's happy to help you relax and rest. Sometimes, he might even play some calming music while he works to keep the mood peaceful. It’s his way of creating a calm and comforting environment for you to rest.

Cooking Meals that are Good for You

When it comes to food, he makes sure to cook you meals that will help you feel better, especially those rich in iron, like a juicy steak or a hearty stew with other meats. He'll make sure you have enough to eat to help restore your energy while keeping your mood up. He’ll even make extra portions, just in case you get hungry later, and bring them to you so you don’t have to get up.

Warm Drinks & Careful Attention

If you need something soothing, Jong-In will make sure to prepare it for you. Whether it’s ginger tea, chamomile, or just some warm milk, he’ll hand it to you, making sure it’s the perfect temperature. He’ll watch you drink it, making sure you’re comfortable.

Staying Close Without Pressuring You

Jong-In is a man of few words, but when you're in pain, he’s there with you, staying close without trying to pressure you to talk. He’ll keep you company, and if you’re ever feeling overwhelmed, he’ll softly say, “You’re okay, I’m here.”

Handling Mood Swings with Patience

He knows that your mood might shift during this time, and he’s patient with you. If you get a little snappy, he won’t take it personally. He lets you cool off and waits quietly until you’re ready. He understands, and he’ll always be there to support you without pushing.

Watching Your Favorite Shows Together

Jong-In knows you might not have the energy to do anything else, so he’ll sit beside you and watch your favorite movies or shows. He’s content just being with you, helping you relax and enjoy a little distraction from everything else.

Feeding You Comfort Food

He’s already paying attention to your cravings (whether it’s chocolate, salty snacks, or a comforting bowl of soup). Jong-In has probably already started preparing your favorite snack, ready to bring it over with a smile and a quiet, “Eat up, you need the energy.” You don’t have to worry about anything—he’s got it all figured out.

Bringing You Hot Water Bottles

If you’re dealing with cramps, Jong-In will make sure you always have a warm water bottle nearby. He knows exactly where to place it and how to adjust it so you feel the most relief. His hands are gentle as he makes sure everything is just right.

Taking Care of You at Bedtime

When it’s time for bed, Jong-In will make sure you're as comfortable as possible. He’ll stay by your side, holding you close while you sleep. If you’re having trouble falling asleep, he might hum softly, helping you drift off peacefully. His goal is simple: make sure you get the rest you need.

The cramping hit you harder than usual that morning. It felt like someone had set a pan right in your uterus and was twisting it with a vengeance. You couldn't help but curl up on the couch, clutching your stomach and trying to breathe through the pain.

Jong-In didn’t take long to notice. He walked in from the kitchen, eyes immediately going to the way you were holding yourself, the tightness in your face, and the slight shudder every time the cramp hit. Without a word, he went straight to the drawer and pulled out the heating pad.

"Here," he said softly, carefully placing it on your stomach. The heat spread quickly, soothing the aching muscles, and you let out a little sigh of relief, finally feeling some comfort. Jong-In sat beside you, his hand gently resting on your lower back, rubbing it in soft, rhythmic circles.

"How bad is it?" he asked, his voice calm but filled with concern.

"Just... a lot of cramping," you mumbled, wishing it would just end already. The feeling of something being twisted inside you, like a cruel reminder that your body was literally punishing you for not having a baby.

"I’ll take care of you today," he said, his tone never wavering. "You just relax."

You leaned against him, feeling his warmth seep into your skin. You could already feel the heat from the pad start to ease the pan-like pressure in your abdomen. He didn’t push for conversation, just stayed close, offering his silent support. You closed your eyes, letting the quiet moment surround you, focusing only on the comforting feeling of his touch and the warmth of the heating pad.

A little while later, he handed you a cup of ginger tea, warm and soothing. "This will help with the nausea," he said gently. You took a sip, savoring the warmth and the kindness in his voice.

“Thank you,” you whispered, a quiet smile tugging at your lips. He was always so attuned to your needs, always knowing just what to do.

Jong-In chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “You don’t have to thank me. Just get some rest, okay? I’ll handle everything.”

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mydearestbeloved · 18 hours ago

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TP!Reader trying on different wedding dresses for funsies and Jinwoo is just itching to propose to her right then and there.

Oh-ho-HO~ On a funnier note, dear Anon—the moment I read "wedding dresses" and "proposal," my mind immediately went to that one scene I saw in a YouTube Shorts from the manhwa “First of All, Let’s Hide My Younger Brother” (or “Let’s Hide My Younger Brother First” depending on the translation).

Picture this:

TP!Reader wearing a wedding dress for one reason or another—or just a mainly white attire that could pass off as one—when there's a sudden emergency nearby (a gate that needs to be closed pronto, or a dungeon break, for example).

And Jinwoo—whether he was there from the beginning or shadow-stepped in mid-fight—is just so love-struck he just have to choose that exact moment to get on one knee, pulls out a ring from who-knows-where, while TP just blink, standing there frozen in her now bloodied whites, amidst the gore and carcasses of magic beasts she just slaughtered in (admittedly) cold blood mere seconds ago just because a beast dared to leave a scratch on one of her children🦋—

Jinwoo: 🧎‍♂️🫴🏻💍 “Marry me.” 😍🖤🥺

(Name): 🧍‍♀️😐😳 “???” 🤨🤦‍♀️🫣

In disbelief, flattered, exasperated, excited, horrified, shy, tired—point is, how exactly is she supposed to react to this kind of straight-out-of-fiction (again) situation?!

ASDFGHJKL 😂🤣

This—

Perhaps, another inspiration for a future scene in the TP AU...? 🤔

Eh, who knows if I might do it for real or not? 🤷‍♀️

Let the records show that I make no promises as of now. ☺️

#Hollow's Talks #Trial Player AU #solo leveling imagine #solo leveling #only i level up #solo leveling x reader #sung jin woo x reader #sung jinwoo x reader #jinwoo sung x reader #sung jinwoo #solo leveling jinwoo #sung jin woo #yandere sung jinwoo #solo leveling fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #reader insert #x reader #fem reader

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jellykyunnie · 5 days ago

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˗ˏˋ Entry : 065 - Lovesick! Sung Jinwoo x Fem! Reader: Revenge◛⑅·˚ ♡ ˎˊ˗

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠 ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅ Part 1 || Part 2 ♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

[ Delulu Jinwoo? How about Delulu E-rank faced Jinwoo? Complete loser awkward Sung Jinwoo. Murder, Bullying, Violence. This is a work of fiction do not imitate. ]

╰┈➤ ❝ [ A Knight Soaked In Blood ] ¡! ❞

Jinwoo since that day where he had a mental breakdown that spring morning— Had become suspiciously more clingy around you. He never left your side in school, its to the point you're convinced if he could he's follow you to the school washroom.

Thankfully he seems sane enough to control himself when you need your own private time? Otherwise? He's now your tail.

Like, your actually tail.

But you can't really say no to him, could you?

With those adorable bright grey eyes twinkling like a meek puppy whenever you look over at his direction, and the fluffy ebony locks bouncing about when he gets a bit excited around you— How can you resist him?

Jinwoo just seemed like he needed more of your attention, and nothing hurts with spoiling him with that. After all, you get to see more of his reactions.

How he would blush to the tip of his ears, his hand rubbing the back of his nape whenever he becomes a bit too bashful, and his voice that cracks a little when talking to you due to how excited he is just interacting with you.

꒰ . . . . ꒱

"Strawberry milk... Banana milk... and some cream bread... Yeah this should be good" Jinwoo mumbles as he holds the items in his arms.

He wanted to share the food with you. It's a habit he developed. He just wanted to stuff you full of yummy treats ever since he regressed.

Nothing matters more than your happiness in his eyes.

"She's such a weirdo isn't she? Always hanging out with Jinwoo even though he's unimpressive." He hears a voice from the other side of the vending machine.

"I guess her type are losers? Pfft... No wonder she barely has any other friends."

"Birds of a feather flock together, no?"

"Anyway, how about we join the other girls later for karaoke?"

"Sure!"

"....Woo..."

"Jinwoo?"

Jinwoo perks up as he finished recalling the memory from just a few minutes earlier. He had it on loop in his head the whole time as you busily munched on the bread he had come back with.

"Yeah? Sorry." He rubs his eyes, taking a deep breath before fondly glancing over your direction. "I'm a little distracted today"

"You're normally not like this" You tilt your head, curious as to why Jinwoo is more out of it than usual.

He reached a finger out, gently removing bread crumbs from the corner of your mouth with a touch that isn't hiding his affection at all, "I just stayed up late last night,"

"Argh, what a hypocrite" You playfully scold him, huffing and puffing as if you're a mother that is upset at her son's misdeeds "You always scold me when I stay up late but here you are playing games all night!"

Well, he isn't about to deny the fact that he is playing games. It's just not games people in this time and age would be playing. No, not at all, who else would be dealing with gates as a hobby?

He often messed around with the monsters as if he were a bored toddler tossing and ripping his playthings limb by limb just to watch. Or maybe he'd purposely watch them struggle all for his own amusement.

Nothing in this age really entertains him minus the cute and adorable expressions you make to him. Whether you're upset, happy, or sad— The faces you make never ceases to make him feel more attached to you than he already is.

Jinwoo couldn't really indulge in you before he regressed, responsibilities were thrust into him out of nowhere. The role of a patriarch he had to fill in when his father disappeared— The burden of carrying his family on his two weary shoulders will always be heavy but a responsibility he would never refuse in any lifetime.

He had neglected you.

The person who filled his youth in blissful joy and innocence.

He spent his summers playing with you by the beach shoreline, running along the path of the waters kissing the golden sands and picking up any amusing trinkets you found on the way.

After school hagwons are often consumed with the both of you on date nights messing around in a samgyupsal restaurant or just hanging out right outside a convenience store, but most often you two are often alone in an empty park for casual talks and unspoken intimacy of two souls yearning for eachother.

In this regression of his, in this second chance—

Jinwoo absolutely refuses to let you go through the brutal bullying you had gone through during this time of your youth.

"Go home early tonight, okay?" He smiles gently, his boyish smile sending your heart jolting at how endearing it was. "You need to rest early tonight so you have energy to be hyper tomorrow."

"What am I, a kid?" You pout at his gentle chiding, hopeless at how he effortlessly diverted the conversation from his hypocrisy to you being told to follow an early sleep curfew. "I'm old enough to have my own sleep schedule."

"Then don't come whining to me tomorrow that you didn't sleep well because you chose to get shut-eye at 2:00 am" He scoffed, pinching your cheek.

"Stupid mushroom head..." You swat his hand away. "Fine, fine! You owe me tteokbokki tomorrow..."

Jinwoo cocks an eyebrow up but decides to humor you, "Anything else?"

"Some shortcakes! Oh and macarons!... Some ice cream too"

"...Don't come crying to me once your belly swells"

"Sung Jinwoo!"

꒰ . . . . ꒱

Class resumed shortly after your bickering with Jinwoo. Of course, the subjects were unbearably painful to listen to. You held back dozing off during the whole afternoon.

Somehow, you had survived long enough until dismissal and of course Jinwoo escorts you back home. He quietly listens to all your rants about the nagging teachers and the unnecessarily hard projects and assignments. Not to mention finals was next month.

He listened on and on until you were both at your doorstep. Of course, you are reluctant to part with him, but with enough reassuranceㅡ You finally go inside somewhere safe and a place where he no linger has to worry about your well-being.

"Bellion." Jinwoo calls out, his voice now flat and devoid of any trace of affection he had talking to you from earlier. "Did you find the brats?"

"Yes, my liege" The undead soldier replies as his floating head hovered over his master's shoulder. "The targets are all located and in a single environment, all six individuals you have been keeping tabs on are together."

"Good" He hums. "Her nightmares will end today"

꒰ . . . . ꒱

Dizzying neon lights, booming speakers, beer and cigarettes teenagers that are illegal to use yet they do it anyway. It’s the peak of teenagehood… In their opinion anyway.

Drugs, sex, drama, only the losers are missing out on enjoying their youth.

Hence why they relished in belittling and destroying everyone else’s days just because they can and are entitled to it. The law doesn’t really apply to them, just slay a pretty penny, agressive parents that can never believe their children can ever do wrong and the typical: “They are too young for this! They have a life ahead of them! Teenagers are just being teenagers!” — Yeah, everyone gets the point.

Jinwoo was lucky enough that those assholes never bothered him in his younger days no matter how wimpy he looks. He just a oided them and never interacted with any of them.

That wasn’t the case for the person he cherishes the most.

While they relished in throwing their life away, the person Jinwoo loved more than life would have an awful breakdown all alone when she experienced one of the most traumatizing bullying ever.

The scars they gave her remained even in her adulthood where she overthinks every little thing and every little conversation that she doubted him no matter how sincere he was. She was as suicidal as she is because she believed no one would actually love her for who she is and giving her life up for the sake others will be the only salvation and worth she’ll ever find in herself.

And Sung Jinwoo absolutely refuses to go down another lifetime of him losing the love of his life.

And as the booming music continues to echo in the karaoke room, the door creaks open to reveal Jinwoo donning his black hoodie over his head to avoid the cameras.

“What the fuck?” Mincheol curses out, groaning as he had to stop kissing his 4th girlfriend for the week.

“Oppa, is that a friend?” Hana asks.

“Friend?” He laughs,

“Oh, it’s Jinyoung? Jinyeok?” Byeong-ho smiles, throwing an arm around Jinwoo’s shoulder. “Hey, buddy, the fuck are you out here for? Shit, is it about the groupings projects? I’m working on it man, so get outta here, yeah?”

“Get that fucker out, argh, ruining my fucking mood” Mincheol cursed, throwing a beer bottle on Jinwoo’s feet that shattered upon impact, “Heym you fucking nutcase! Can’t you fucking see I’m busy trying to get fucking laid? What the hell are you here for, huh?! Are you begging me to fucking kill you?!”

“Kill me?…” A scoff leaves his lips, finding the idea ridiculous. “You think a bastard junkie like you can lay a hand on me?”

His grey eyes look up daringly at Mincheol, hollow and devoid of anything.

“This fucking—“

“There are 7 of you here,” Jinwoo grabs Byeonghoon’s hand around him and crushed it, prompting the teenager to cry out and collapse on the floor, “2 boys that pervertedly touch her when she was in sixth grade, 3 girls that made her elementary life and absolute hellhole for her to live in, and the remaining 2 girls that poured grape juice all over the brand new uniform she got in the weekend.”

“What the hell is he even talking about?” Hana curses, rolling her eyes as she fixed her hair on the reflection of her phone. “Oppa, can you deal with him?”

“You’ll regret ever being alive” Mincheol spat, aiming at Jinwoo neck but it seemed…

That suddenly he is looking at the ceiling.

“Sure,” Jinwoo said, his heel pressing down on Mincheol’s chest as the teenager cried and struggled. “See if you can make a dent on me, really. I mean it sincerely.”

“Make me suffer something that is more painful than seeing your beloved die over and over all while you’re helpless and watching her demise repeatedly.”

If it weren’t for Jinwoo’s goddamn strength that didn’t go away even with his regression— He wouldn’t hold back. Unfortunately he can’t kill anyone in here because where would the fun be?

Isn’t living itself more painful than death?

Why should he be merciful and give them eternal sleep when they wound the heart of someone absolutely precious?

Mercy is not something these people deserve.

Blood splatters paint the walls, whether it’d be the boys or the girls. Jinwoo didn’t care. He even brought scissors.

Not to stab them with it of course. He grabbed Hana, Yumi, and Eun-yeong’s hairs and snipped them off in uneven chunks. Beating up their faces that laughed and snickered at her is not enough, he has to damage their appearances for the full effect of despair.

He stands in the middle of bloodied and mangled teenagers, blood splatters everywhere but on him. Mincheol could only helplessly watch as he witnessed a man akin to the devil himself.

Because how can you wrap your head around such blatant disregard for life? How could and emotionless those empty bloodthirsty orbs of his?

He could only stare wide eyed, with what little he can see at least as both of his eyes are swollen while he creates a pool of rancid urine on the floor mixing with the coppery smell of blood.

“Should be enough” Jinwoo hums to himself as he glances up at the bloody faces on the floor and the weeping girls mourning their carefully pampered hair strands scattered on the floor. “Of course, I do so very hope that each and every one of you have a good night’s rest.”

꒰ . . . . ꒱

They had attempted to report Jinwoo to the school, when it didn't work they turned to the police who looked at the parents and kids as if they all grew a third heard.

Jinwoo, who is scrawny and meek, with no record on his papers nor did any classmate would testify against him as an aggressive person. Any attempts of bribing anyone to lie were all met with silence.

After all, can you convict someone who has nothing but goodwill from the people around him?

He came from an ordinary family, his father is a firefighter— Meanwhile the people blaming him are all elites.

So who would believe them?

It was a clear case of the rich stomping on the less fortunate for their own amusement regardless of the truth.

"Madame, I'm sorry, but for the last time Jinwoo is a very good child. He has decent grades and has never gotten into trouble, your son must have been mistaken" The principal pinches the bridge of his nose as Mincheol's mother went off of him, "Your kid must have mistaken him for someone else, students built as scrawny as Jinwoo isn't uncommon amongst their age group."

"This is absurd!" She continues to scream regardless while Mincheol came out of the office for a breather.

He wanted to knock something over— Until he hears a familiar voice beside him.

"I told you, didn't I?" Jinwoo smiles coolly, as if he had been enjoying him and his friends making a fool out of themselves trying to get him to face his crimes, "No one will believe you no matter how much you try"

"You fucking" Mincheol raises his fist, only to be met with the same hollow, empty and dead grey eyes that had been haunting his dreams as of late.

"You haven't learned your lesson yet?" He asks, opting the teenager to falter back onto his back when Jinwoo reached out to him.

He shut his eyes, completely ready to receive another punch but the shorter boy only dusted off his collar while saying, "Kids like you are rotten to the core, you never really change until you experience something near death."

Mincheol was suddenly yanked down, his gaze now forced to meet Jinwoo's lilac eyes that glows eerily, "It's someone's special day today, so I'll give one of her presents through you and your little army of shitheads."

"Jinwoo?"

Your voice cuts through the air, immediately opting Jinwoo to shove Mincheol back onto the wall as his wicked gaze turned gentle and loving the moment he looked at your direction. It was as if he wasn't the same person who had bloodied him and his friends weeks ago and that he would never have such a bloodthirsty gaze like he did earlier.

Duality is dangerous, and Sung Jinwoo was an expert in being two-faced.

"Is he messing with you again, I swear to god—" You were about to approach Mincheol until Jinwoo gently wraps his arm around your waist and drags you away with little strength. "Hey, hey! Let me go! I need to punch that bastard!"

"Not worth it, let's just go" Jinwoo shakes his head as he grabs your bag to sling over his shoulder, "Leave it alone"

"But that bastard and his friends have been messing you for two weeks now!" You cry out, "How dare that bastard accuse you of beating them? They make so many enemies they mistake anyone! And they decided to frame you on top of that!"

"It's your birthday today, you'll get wrinkles this young if you keep going with that temper of yours" He shakes his head, sneaking in a kiss on top of your head as he managed to successfully bring you out to to the park near the school.

"Then I want them dead for my birthday present!" He merely cocks an eyebrow at your bold declaration, "Those bastards are making our lives hard and for what? Just because they got born with diamond spoons shoved up their fucking asses? They should die painfully and slowly!"

"Sure."

Jinwoo then gets down on his knee as he brought up a small cake he packed in his bag earlier in the morning, he fished out a small lighter in his pocket then lit up the candle he stuck on top of it.

"Blow your candle then, birthday girl," He smiles sweetly, "Today is your special day, and I'm sure your wishes will come true."

"What am I, a kid?" You grumble, pouting at his blatant coddling but didn't reject his offer.

Leaning down, you blow on the candle, reciting your wish in your head.

The moment you were done, Jinwoo leans his forehead against yours.

"I hope you don't mind that from now on you'll be sharing all your birthdays with me" He whispers lovingly, "No matter what happens, I'll be by your side."

"And I will do anything you want. You just have to stay by my side safe and sound."

꒰ . . . . ꒱

The news station all reported the case of 7 close-knit friends who were all assaulted whilst on their nightly karaoke outings.

An innocent bonding by teenagers turned bloody as an unknown assailant arrived in their booth and attacked them unprovoked.

Four of the five teenagers sustained injuries that their bones had shattered, opting their limbs to be surgically removed. The girls all had their hair chopped off in large chunks in addition to the cuts on their now mutilated faces.

We had just received news that 4 of the group have passed away in their sleep after going through intense seizures.

Remaining survivors are brought into mental hospitals as they exhibit extremely manic behaviours that are extremely harmful to both themselves and to others. Hence, the doctors have decided to keep them on thorough watch until they are deemed safe for society and to themselves.

Currently, the authorities have no suspect as the cctv cameras were all malfunctioning at the time of the incident.

꒰ 🪼 A/N: Guys it's actually my birthday today!!! April 9th<33!!! So i switched up this very messy fic to be my birthday present to me heheh:DD!!! Have you guys missed lovesick woowoo? I did! Hence why this is a birthday special www!!! Hope you all loved it uueee(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧ ꒱

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gojosoups · 11 days ago

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Gojo Satoru and Sung Jinwoo, just two pussy drunk men vying for your attention. And unfortunately for you, they have the biggest breeding kink.

Which is how you found yourself here, naked and sprawled across your bedsheets, with your legs spread wide open to accommodate their lengths.

You lay sandwiched in between their thick leaking cocks. Gojo's long fingers gripping the fat on your hips as he thrusts himself into you while Jinwoo plays with your sensitive perked nipples from below, his pace matching with Satoru's with each lift of his hips.

The both of them working together in sync, cocks grinding against one another in your greedy little pussy, their thrusts relentless as you try to milk their cocks, all while they compete with one another to be the first to get you pregnant.

a/n: this is probably the worst thing I've ever wrote, but I'm tired and sleepy af so enjoy lolololl <3 longer fic coming soon!!

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circeyoru · 8 hours ago

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Never Meant to Be…

[E-Rank!Sung Jinwoo x Summoner!Reader]

“Master Summoner, there is no need for you to waste your time here. This is only a low rank Gate, surely you’re needed elsewhere.”

“Nonsense, all Gates pose their unique level of threat no matter the rank and mana levels emitted.” You hummed as you fiddled with the tablet in hand to complete the final reports of your duties for today, a little fieldday wouldn’t hurt anyone. Besides… It wasn’t like Woo Jinchul isn’t used to your antics by now. Once completed, you turned your full attention to the self-appointed raid leader with a nervous look on his face―not the ‘oh boy a high-ranker is here to spectate’ but the ‘shit, I can’t do what I usually do’ kind of look. You gave him your business smile, “Don’t worry, I’ll be standing in the back, offering support if necessary. Hunters are still humans after all, wouldn’t want to lose any one of you.”

“Right, yes, of course.” The raid leader nodded his head, grudgingly giving you a smile, “Having you here is such a reassurance. Thanks for your services in advance.”

You let the poor man go to his raid team as you stood at the side, watching as he started to brief the other members of an observer joining the raid―that was you―without prior warning. You scanned the team as you stood at alert, your eyes sparkled and the corner of your lip curled up when a familiar figure was in the crowd.

“Let’s move!”

Everyone moved in formation with the strongest leading in the front and the tankers holding up their shields in case of an ambush type of monster. You did as you promised, walking behind the group with your hands in your pockets with an idle expression as you scanned the interior of the dungeon and its atmosphere.

You walked with a skip in your step as you joined his side, “Fancy seeing you here, what are the chances?”

Sung Jinwoo glanced at you for maybe a few second behfore setting his eyes back to his surroundings. It wasn’t that he was disrespectful of your―obviously higher rank and achievements―being, it was more of him not having the luxury of idle chatter while in a dungeon as compared to you. “If it’s you, Master Summoner, I have a feeling it’s not chance.”

“Then fate.” You chirped with a carefree smile, “It has to be that. Oh and also, I have a name, mister. Don’t refer to me by title, aren’t we close enough for that?”

Again, he glanced over as if stealing a peek at a crush in school―you found that side of him adorable. “In public, I think I should do that.” You were about to say something when he paused but he beat you to the punch, “But I also not want to drop that habit and slip up, so…”

You sighed internally. A small part of you deflated, but you understood what he said. He was the lowest of the low, the weakest of the weak. All knew him but not of a positive light. Still, you didn’t fall for him because of his raw strength, it was his determination and will power that caught your eye, the strength to push through against all odds and strive to survive not for himself, but for his family.

“Shall we go visit your mother after this raid? I can treat you and your sister to dinner. She needs her energy to study, right?” You changed the topic to something more lightheaded.

“I can’t impose―”

“Come, form a barrier, Water Serpent!” You suddenly interrupted him and raised your hand in the air. In the blink of an eye, a magic circle appeared under your shoes and enlarged itself until a giant snake appeared. Scales as blue as the ocean, crystal for eyes glowed in the dim dungeon, and its tail shaped like a fish’s fin with an ever present wave of water emitted.

The serpent surrounded the Hunters and a water dome appeared over them. Not a second later, bangs were heard all around perimeter of the dome and its surface, yet it was too dark to tell what was happening.

“Light! Mages, cast light magic!”

The mages did as ordered and orbs of light floated up to the top of the dome from the inside. Gasps were heard immediately when the view became clear. Bats, humanoid bats, were claw at the dome to get to them. Their claws were sharp, yet their speed couldn’t compare to the regenerative abilities of the dome.

“We’re sitting ducks!”

“We’re all going to die here!”

While Jinwoo was working his brain in overdrive to try and find a way out of this, you stepped up to the leader. “Sir, with all due respect, this is not something this team can handle. Can I take charge and bring everyone out?”

“...” The raid leader’s expression showed obvious confliction as he battled himself for the answer to your question. He looked to the team he was given the privilege of leading and the monsters that were doing everything they could to get to them from all sides. He looked to the serpent protecting them under your command. His hands clenched into fists, shaking with silent rage. You thought―everyone else thought―the leader was going to be stubborn and prideful. Yet… “Our lives are in your hands.”

A sigh of relief were sounded from all around. You nodded and patted his shoulder with a grateful smile before it fade and you turned to the rest of the team, “This barrier won’t hold while we’re on the move, it’s only present when we remain station. These beasts aren’t something that you all can handle so the best course of action now is to get you all out of here and have a team with higher ranked Hunters take over. Any objections?”

The team was silent.

“If no, then we must returned to the entrance quickly, I’ll cover you all while you run.” You shouted out to them. You raised your hand and used a small dagger to cut your palm enough to draw blood. You squeezed your hand into a fist until drops of blood dripped onto the ground, “Come, answer my summons, Shadow Mare and Sky Phoenix.”

Two more magic circles appeared, only this time it wasn’t under your shoes but in front of you. The nearby raid members all backed away a bit to make space as the circles enlarged the same way as it did before. Out of the circles, two creatures appeared. One in the form of a horse but bigger than the average size on Earth, in addition, it was as if its cloaked in darkness with his entire body pitch black, save of the glowing white eyes. The other in the form of an eagle, also bigger and much like the folklores depiction of a phoenix but instead of fire and a mix of red, orange, and yellow, there was whirls of wind and a mix of green and light blue.

“My Water Serpent will guide you to the exit while my Sky Phoenix will fight off any danger so you all can focus on escaping.” You leaped and got on the Shadow Mare’s back, grabbing a hand full of its mane made from shadows. “I’ll distract it from the back, but don’t think that you don’t need to fight, if the situation calls for it, just follow your instinct.”

So the plan came and went, it was agonizing for you since you had to maintain three summons at the same time and provide the mana necessary for its healing from multiple attacks. Over the course of it, you had to grab Jinwoo and pull him up to your ride as he―heroically―stayed back to help someone who tripped but they in turn felt him to fend for himself. You instructed for him to hug onto your waist or else he wouldn’t stay on your summon.

Once you all made it out, you immediately went to the personnel that came with you to file an urgent report of the situation. While your partner went on to request the nearest guild’s aid, you called Jinchul to request for his arrival as you stood guard in case of a dreaded dungeon break. Thankfully, none of the worse case scenarios happened thanks to your quick thinking and the team’s cooperation with the situation. When things start to die down, you went to Jinwoo and passed him the essence stones your summons got from defeating the beasts along the way.

“Here… I know it’s not much but… This should help your mother’s hospital fees and…” You feel yourself going off balance as your world tilted to the side, you saw Jinwoo’s shocked and concern expression, his lips moved but all you heard was an earpiercing ring like the world had gone silent. “Oh, I think… I need to…”

You swear before you blacked out, you heard your name being called out. You could have sworn it was Jinwoo. Then again, it couldn’t be him, right?

⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧

“Must be nice. To have the Master Summoner’s favour.”

“Tsk. What a leech.”

“E-Rank scum.”

“Does he have no pride?”

Words of scorn shifted from calling Jinwoo a weakling to hogging the attention of one of the more talented Hunters in the country; the Master Summoner. The only Hunter that could summoned beasts of great calber, no two summons were the same unless one counted the pack or grouped summons. You were a legendary Hunter despite not being an S-Rank, people say you reported a false rank, but that was never confirmed. You worked in the Hunters Association as the vice-chairman, as more of an on-site staff member to connect to the Hunters, guild or guild-less.

That was actually how he and you met.

You were in your routine inspection, nothing special, just a causal observation to see if any guidelines needed to be improved or changed, even added if necessary. You stood at the back of the team and observed silently, only acting to defend yourself when the situation arose. He found himself captivated, you were so serious that he thought that was your only side.

Until he was saved by you when he was in a bind. It was a weaker monster, a goblin, that pinned him to a corner, the rest of the team moved on without him since he was picked off to the side. He thought that was it, he thought that this was going to be his end. But then you showed up. A line cut through the goblin faster than his eyes could follow and at its destruction, you were standing victorious with a bloody blade in one hand. Your summons, a pack of grey wolves with steel-like furcoat, move to devour the corpse. You walked pass the mess and extented your hand to him, “Are you okay? Come on, we need to catch up to the group.”

There was no annoyance, there was no sarcasm. You were looking out for him as an equal, devoid of ranks. That started it all.

You showed up more to raid he was going to. What started as once a month slowly turned to once a week, it was very gradual to the point it didn’t notice until the gossip and envious gaze directed at him when he was alone. He didn’t care, truly he didn’t. For you were like a ray of hope in his darkness.

Jinwoo didn’t understand why, but you took time out of your schedule to take care of his mother in the hospital and his younger sister when he was recovering in the hospital after a grueling raid that got him lying in the hospital bed. You gotten close to his sister while tutoring her even, not only eating dinner with her while he was busy with recovery or raids.

Your smile and kindness, he always bowed his head in respect and gratitude. He told himself not to be greedy and not to forget his place. There was no way you’d fall for someone like him when you could be with people as great as the other S-Rank Hunters. So he drilled it into his head that you were out of his league and never try to covet you.

Then why…

When you took charge of that raid, when you aimed for everyone’s safety, when you went back for him when he was once more left behind by his teammates, when you told him to hug you as you rushed the two of you back to safety. Did he wish those moments could last longer, just the two of you. His heart ached for you. His mind recorded the moments like they were his last.

And they were.

“Please. Stop everything that you’re doing to me.” Jinwoo’s voice spoke words he never wanted to say. His eyes stared at his intertwined fingers on his lap. He couldn’t face you, he just couldn’t.

“What are you saying? I’ll stop cooking your meat if that’s what you want.” You chuckled with a half-hearted promise, not before you dump another piece of meat into his bowl. “You know, this kind of thing doesn’t need such a serious tone.” You waved your tongs in the air, “We both should celebrate to the occasion nothing bad happened in that dungeon the other day.”

Jinwoo clenched his jaw, “Stop being so nice to me!”

His outburst got people at the tables near the two of you turn their heads in your direction. You chuckled and nodded in apology, motioning for them to continue with their dining. You stared at Jinwoo in concern as you placed the tongs down, lowering the heat a bit to avoid burning the still cooking meat. “What exactly do you mean?”

“The hospital visits, the meals, the money, the homestays, the care… Everything you’ve been doing for me. Please stop it.” Jinwoo told you all this in the eyes, never breaking eye contact. “I know you mean well, but… I… I can handle it. So thank you, but I don’t need it.”

The look of concern dropped from your face, an expression of disbelief and awe mixed together as you tried to keep your smile on. “Are you that dense? Don’t you see why I’m doing this?”

When Jinwoo remained silent, you clicked your tongue in denial. In his mind, this was the best course of action. As long as he was a lowly E-Rank Hunter, he could never match up to you. This was for the best, for both him and you.

“I thought you’re better than this… That the gossip and rumours wouldn’t push you down…” You whispered, but Jinwoo heard it all.

His mind shouted “sorry” over and over like a broken record.

“I love you.”

That made his head snap up to gaze at you. Only… Now there was an expression of brokenness on your face, your eyes were watery and your lips in a thin straight line. Your gaze on him was firm and piercing that he felt like he was being burnt through. His mind at a blank when he replayed what you said over and over.

“Do you have to make me say it out loud for you to understand?” Your voice cracked and broke.

He was speechless. There was no way… No way you actually like, no, love him. No way you want him. And no way would this work in the long run. You’d be laughed at, you’d be the talk of the town, you’d be disrespected for associating with him in that way.

“Fine. Have it your way.” You stood up sudden, slamming a slack of cash on the table. “Here, this is the last time anyways. Keep the change since you shouldn’t come find me or the other way around.”

As he watched your back stomping to the exit, his heart screamed at him to chase after you and his mind looped the anger in your voice. Yet his body sat there frozen in time.

In the end, he didn’t do anything.

For it was never meant to be…

Note: Angst angst angst. This is full angst. I think there was a request on a summoner!reader in my inbox before, but now it's gone?? The only thing I remembered from that request was the summoner bit, otherwise I can't recall since it's deleted (not by me okay). Anyways, hope you enjoyed this one while waiting on the monarch series.

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sungjinwho · 9 hours ago

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this fanfic is actually one of my worst fears ohmmggg

Eyes on me.

Self-aware!Jinwoo x reader

Was he just looking at you?

"You must read it, it's really a masterpiece! Sung Jinwoo is so handsome. He…."

"O-Okay.."

Feeling dizzy, you tried to escape from your best friend's hands that were on your shoulders and shaking you vigorously.

Your best friend is a true manhwa addict. She can spend hours just talking about how wonderful manhwa is, about how much she likes them. Being close to her, you naturally became a victim of her manhwa addiction. At first, you didn't care about those comics, but she was the one who dragged you in.

From there, you had another thing to kill time. Honestly, if you say you love it, it's not really, but reading manhwa is also an effective way to make your day go by quickly, because you find life boring.

As usual, the two of them met and she immediately started rambling about her manhwa addiction. But this time, it seemed a bit too much.

She had just read a series called Solo leveling, and she was going crazy over it. It seemed to be really good. The proof was that she had been talking about it for over an hour now with no signs of stopping.

You:…….

You didn't know if it was really good or not, but you were starting to get scared and didn't want to read it.

Someone stop her.

After about 30 more minutes of torture, the heavens finally heard your screaming heart.

'Ding'

Your best friend's phone rang. Her mother sent a message.

"Huff, my mom told me to go home, what a pity, I haven't finished talking yet…"

Thank you, auntie, you are the hero of my life…

She was frustrated, preparing to go home. Before leaving, she leaned close to your face, her eyes threatening "You must read it. I will make you write 2000 words about your feelings about it. If you don't read it, you will die with me."

You were sweating profusely, nodding your head repeatedly.

"Good" She smiled happily "Okay, love you."

After she left, you breathed a sigh of relief.

You're free..

At night, when you lie in bed and don't know what to do, you suddenly remember what your best friend said this morning.

"Solo leveling…? Should I read it?"

You wonder. Remembering your best friend's threatening gaze, you suddenly shiver "I should read it, or she'll tear me to pieces."

Fumbling for your phone, you quickly searched for it.

You lay under the covers, your phone screen flickering in the darkness.

"Solo Leveling, right…?" you mumbled.

The cover page appeared. A black-haired man with cold eyes and an extremely strong aura was standing in the darkness, surrounded by strange cracks of light. It must be the main character… Sung Jinwoo.

He looked handsome.

The story followed the adventures of Sung Jinwoo, a young and notoriously useless hunter in Korea, on his journey to become the strongest hunter among them.

The story was okay. You found it quite interesting, but to say you liked it was a bit of a stretch. You weren't really interested in manhwa, you just saw it as a tool to kill time, nothing more, nothing less.

It's just that the more you read, the more strange it felt.

When you read the first few chapters, everything is normal, until you read the part after he goes to re-evaluate his rank.

From then on, the main character seems to be looking straight at you.

You stop at a panel - Jinwoo turns his head, his cold eyes staring straight ahead as if… as if he knows you're looking.

You blink.

Once.

Then again.

Why… do you feel like he's looking straight at you?

You pause. Take a closer look at the panel - he's just standing there, his eyes looking straight ahead. A normal expression to anyone else.

But to you - that gaze pierces the screen, piercing straight into your soul.

"No way…"

You tilt your phone to the left. He's still looking at you. You tilt it to the right. Still… not looking away.

"I must be hallucinating." You mumbled, trying to continue scrolling.

It's just a manhwa.

But then, another panel – he appeared again. Same eyes, same cold gaze.

And this time, it seemed… his lips were slightly curved, as if… he was smiling faintly?

You felt a chill run down your spine.

The air in the room suddenly became strangely quiet. The ticking of the clock became slower. Everything fell silent.

You turned off the story. The screen went black.

And then, in the dim reflection of the phone screen… you thought you saw a pair of eyes.

It was him.

You threw the phone aside reflexively. Gasping for breath.

"No… I must be tired, it's just an illusion…" you reassured yourself.

Quietly picking up the phone, you locked the screen, placing it face down on the table.

"I don't read anymore. I'll read tomorrow. Or… never."

You pulled the covers over your head, your heart still pounding in your chest.

It was just an illusion. There was no way a manhwa character could be staring at you. There was no way… he could… know you were looking at him.

You closed your eyes, trying to push away the strange feeling, but the image of Sung Jinwoo's cold gaze kept appearing in your mind like it was engraved in your mind. The way he stood in the dark, his eyes unblinking, as if… he was waiting for something from you.

You turned over.

A small click sounded in the room, startling you. You jumped up, glancing around.

No one was there.

The phone was still lying face down on the table. Outside the window, the night breeze blew through, causing the curtains to flutter slightly.

"It's okay, it's just the wind…" you muttered, then reached for the phone.

The screen was on.

Even though you clearly remembered turning it off and placing it face down. The screen is displaying a panel. A panel that you are sure was not in the previous chapter.

Sung Jinwoo is standing there. Not in the familiar setting of the story – but in a dark, hazy space.

And this time… he is not just standing there.

He is reaching out a hand – a hand covered in darkness, reaching towards you, across the boundary between the story page and reality.

Below the frame is a line of words, small, as if written by hand:

"I know you are looking."

You immediately throw the phone again, this time it hits the wall and falls to the ground.

"NO, NO, NO!" you scream, backing up against the corner of the bed.

No way. It can't be real.

You run to turn on the light.

Light fills the room, sweeping away the darkness. Your heartbeat gradually stabilizes. You walk over, pick up the phone – the screen is black, nothing. No Jinwoo, no story.

"I must be tired…" you mumble.

Then…

Beep.

A message pops up from a number not saved in your contacts.

"We'll meet again. Don't stop reading."

Attached is a screenshot of the next chapter, where Sung Jinwoo is still standing there - his hand still outstretched, his smile even more pronounced.

You freeze.

And what really scares you…

Is the text below the photo.

"See you soon."

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Jinwoo:

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thewritetofreespeech · 10 hours ago

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Hey ,hey! Could I request Jinwoo with a scientist partner? Imagine they help him create poisons and medicine.

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It was late in the evening when Jinwoo arrived at the University. Parking his car in a staff space not meant for him but rather the person he was picking up. He wondered if they would be annoyed, he was so late, but he doubted it. They probably hadn’t even realized the time. Hunkered down over their desk or lab table fussing over numbers.

Sure enough, when he walked into the lab, [Y/N] stood up, removed their goggles, and looked at their watch. “Good heavens! Is that the time??” Jinwoo just smiled.

They met when Jinwoo was searching for a cure for his mother’s condition.

He knew that Earthly plants had the ability to cure diseases, especially in eastern medicines, so why couldn’t dungeon plants cure dungeon disease? It was a hypothesis that [Y/N] had pitched as their graduate thesis and how Jinwoo came across their name in his own research.

Unfortunately for [Y/N] they were not a Hunter, merely brilliant, so they could not access the dungeons. They lobbied to get special “academic dispensation” for a research party to go, but it was denied by the government. So, they had to rely on Hunters to get the rare plants they needed for their findings. Hence, their partnership. A partnership that turned from platonic, to amorous, to romantic.

“Lost track of time again?”

“Or time is losing me.” [Y/N] whined as the stretched their arms over their head. Probably for the first time all day. “How was your day?”

Jinwoo smirked and reached into his bag to pull out a very rare, very spongy-looking type of cave moss locked in a jar. [Y/N] gasped and squealed like he had just produced a dozen red roses from behind his back. “Is that the Igris Moss?!”

“It is.” He confirmed with a chuckle. Now that he was strong enough to defeat higher ranking dungeons, he could also collect higher ranking loot. Part of which, for him anyway, was plants like this for [Y/N]

“Oooo! I can’t wait to get this under a microscope!”

“Tomorrow.” Jinwoo insisted as he reached out to catch their arm before they ran off. “It’s time to go home. You can play with it tomorrow.”

“But…this could just be the thing….”

For what, Jinwoo wasn’t sure. A cure for cancer? Potions to revive the fatally wounded? Poisons to instantly kill monsters B-ranks and lower? Besides the first one, [Y/N] had created them all for the sake of humanity and it’s fight against the Chaos. ‘The Dungeon Master Cleric who’d never set foot in a Dungeon’, that’s what they called them.

“You need your rest if you’re going to be brilliant tomorrow.” Jinwoo told them.

[Y/N] pouted and looked at their sample. Clearly they saw the reason in his words, but wanted to deny it. “Just let me lock this up….” They relented. Making sure the sample was secure before they came back to Jinwoo and took their lab coat off. “Party pooper…”

Jinwoo chuckled and leaned down to kiss them. “I know. I’m a big meany.” He took their hand and led them to the car. “I’ll make you pancakes in the morning to make it up to you.”

“I don’t want pancakes.” [Y/N] muttered as they walked. “I want my sample.”

They continued to pout and drag their feet until they made it to the car. “Can we have waffles?” They finally asked after Jinwoo opened the door for them.

He smiled and told them, “Of course.” If they were going to save the world with science, and he was going to save it with magic, then they both should have a good breakfast.

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 21 hours ago

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Who Is In Control? (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x Black!F!Villain!Reader x Hunter!Gojo Satoru

Synopsis: Sung Jinwoo is the highest-ranking hunter and the most powerful human being humanity has ever seen. So is Gojo Satoru. Both cocky, both confident, and both eager for more power, they compete against each other for each gate that seems to get more dangerous the farther and higher they go. They figure your gate won’t be any different and that you will be the usual big baddie that they need to take care of. Another cog in the system. Until they manage to beat you and find out who you truly are behind your facade. Now the hunters are hellbent on keeping you to themselves. So, what’s another friendly competition? Only this time, the prize is you.

Chapter Warnings: MILD SPOILERS; Blood/Injury; Hypnosis; Manipulation; Mild Violence

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Tried to get this out tonight because I really didn't want to wait till Sunday to drop it. Please enjoy my poorly-written action sequences lol -Jazz

CHAPTERS: PREFACE. ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR. FIVE. SIX.

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TWO: WHY AM I HERE?

Kill All Humans.

It is the only thought plaguing your mind that is currently going on hyperdrive because of your newest “visitors”.

Intruders are more like it. You have always despised any stranger invading your gate, your kingdom, your domain just to snag a prize. That is often why you see these hunters–and you say that with disdain and disgust–enter your gate, time after time, over and over again. And over and over again, you show them that you are just not someone to be beaten so easily. You can’t even begin to count how many hunters you have watched die over the years, either at your hands or by the swords of your army.

You sit on your throne now, sitting patiently and filing your long, claw-like nails. There is only the sound of the fire blazing outside of your very tall, very ominous castle that overlooks your kingdom set ablaze with flames. Flames that you caused some time ago that have continued to grow and grow, engulfing everything in their path. The villagers who once lived in this kingdom have long since left now, leaving only you. The new ruler. The new Queen of this kingdom and Boss of this gate.

And it still isn’t enough. It is never enough. You can feel the need for more power, more blood, more everything simmering under your bosom right beneath the bodice of your gown. Your crown, silver and dripping in diamonds, sits on top of your head, only held up by your neck and the french braid that your servants carefully braided for you. They had better be careful. You created them and your army yourself from your own two hands after taking over this kingdom.

You remember when you first “came” to this world (“appeared” is more like it, though you can hardly remember either) when villagers still roamed, the skies were still blue, and hunters weren’t invading your land. But then you suddenly…snapped. You can’t quite describe it even now. All you remember is hearing “Kill All Humans” in your head and suddenly, you were standing among the destruction of the kingdom that once flourished with life.

Though there is a part of you that feels immense guilt for this, you have no idea where this part comes from. Is it you thinking this? Could it be something that plagues you at night where you have nightmares of strange creatures calling themselves “Gods” and men with blue eyes? Could it be…

Your frustrating thoughts take the back burner when one of your soldiers in clanky medieval armor comes walking in. He takes a bow, silent. Just as you created them to be. Only to listen and obey your every command. “What?” you snap. “Didn’t I tell you about–”

Your lecture is cut off when the soldier lifts his head and suddenly, you feel it: a vibration inside of you that feels as if your veins and cells are shaking. You stop filing your nails and sit up straight. “They are near, aren’t they?” you ask. Your soldier obediently nods. You smile, and once again, you are plagued by that one thought: “Kill All Humans”.

“Perfect,” you whisper and stand in your dress. You wave a hand to your soldier, snapping at him. “Then don’t just stand there. Get the others and cover me.” As your soldier walks off to do as he is told, you pucker your lips and exhale slowly, causing wisps of red smoke to escape your mouth.

Instantly, your dress melts away and is replaced with armor black as tar. A sword, bigger than your thigh and sharp to the touch, sits at your hip, ready to be unsheathed. You place your helmet on to hide your features as you usually do. You never fight hunters without it. You don’t want them looking at you.

With just one thought and your willpower, you teleport from your castle to the burning lands of your kingdom. Your army is already here, standing at attention and bowing at your arrival. In front of you is nothing but plumes of smoke with only the shadows of destroyed buildings and cobbled streets facing you…and also a herd of undead animals and a tall knight standing in front of them. They are shadowy figures, each one appearing like ghosts.

‘Da fuck?’ you think, utterly confused. These couldn’t possibly be the intruders, could they? They’re not even alive! But at the sight of the blue glow that illuminates them, you realize what they are. Shadows. “Necromance work,” you whisper. You look to the knight standing silently before you. “You’re controlled by one, aren’t you?”

The knight doesn’t answer. Instead, he lifts his sword and charges at you at full speed. Dozens of your soldiers run to your aid, but they are distracted by the herd of bears, orcs, and a giant fucking ant herdling at them. The knight is so fast that you barely escape his sword, having to duck to avoid getting your head cut off. “Fuck!” you hiss.

You don’t even have time to recover because the sword is coming down towards you again. You thrust your sword up to block it, grunting at the force and power of the knight in front of you. He has taken on a light purple glow that emits from his black armor and you notice a scar at his right eye. You don’t see a face though, but you figured as a shadow that he wouldn’t have much.

With a grunt, you use all of your energy to thrust him away, sending him careening backwards. He quickly recovers and assumes a battle-ready position. You stand before him, laughing despite the sweat coating your face behind your helmet. “Y’know, you’d actually be kinda hot if you weren’t tryin’ to kill me. I like guys who don’t talk much.”

That seems to anger the knight because he charges at you again and suddenly begins swinging his sword this way and that, trying to get any open point on your body. You try desperately to keep up, using any and every ounce of speed and strength given to you. But God, does it hurt! Your arms ache in your armor and each clang of your swords colliding hurts your ears. This guy is fast and lustful for blood. Whoever is controlling him must be as well.

You have never faced anything like him before. Clearly because when he swipes his sword at your head a second time, you crumble to your knees, your sword clattering out of your hand. Before you can take a breath, the knight stands above you and raises his sword high, preparing to thrust it into your chest if not your brain.

“Igris, heel!” comes a loud, guttural demand. It is a demand that stops the knight dead in his tracks. It stops you, your army, and the shadows too. The battle ceases as each head turns to regard the owner of the voice.

Admittedly, if it wasn't his voice that stops you in your tracks, it would definitely be his looks. The man is the very definition of “tall, dark, and handsome”. Your eyes roam over his lanky yet muscular form despite his mundane clothes, his black undercut, his long legs, his to-die-for cheekbones and jawline, and…. Your eyes widen at the sight of his electric blue irises. The same ones you have seen in your dreams.

‘Danger,’ your mind screams. ‘This man is danger.’ Your body seems to wail it too with the way your heart races and your stomach dips. You telepathically signal for your minions for protection, but neither of them move. They are all glued to the spot, staring at the blue-eyed, dark-haired hunter whose camp whips around their ankles in the fiery air.

As the hunter comes walking over, his gait calm and collected, all of his shadows vanish into thin air. All except for Igris, the knight, who takes his sword away from you and digs it into the ground before kneeling. You don’t use it as a chance to ask. Who knows what this hunter could do to you? You just watch, shocked and confused, as the hunter stops at Igris’ side and lays a hand on his helmet. His aura is quite powerful…and seductive. He is doing nothing but standing there and yet, he makes your stomach flip-flop.

“Nicely done,” he praises his shadow in a deep, soothing, oh-so-delicious voice. “You got real far with this. I knew I could count on you.” You shiver as if his saccharine words of praise are directed at you. You have never been so captured by a voice before. When he finally puts those dazzling, intense eyes on you, it shocks you to your core. Your body seizes and your muscles tense. You feel as if he is looking deep into your soul, peering into your past, present, and future with one look.

God, what the hell is happening to you?

An almost sardonic smile appears on the hunter’s lips. “Hi, there,” he draws out. “I’m guessin’ you’re the Boss for this gate, right?” He cocks his head to the side, sizing you up. “You’re not much to look at it, and I mean that size wise. I usually get Bosses much bigger than–”

With a grunt, you grab your sword and swing it at him, only for Igris to block your attack with his own sword. The hunter peeks out from behind Igris’ shoulder, shock leaving his face. “Oh,” he says. “Guess you wanna start. Alright, I can get down with that.”

Igris tosses you aside, the force of it sending you careening yards away, but you manage to skid to a stop in the dirt, Akira sliding with your hand shooting out to bring you to a pause. The hunter wills Igris away and pulls out his own sword. A bigger one than Igris’ that is alight with blazing blue flames. “I’d prefer skippin’ to the good point anyway,” he chuckles.

He charges at you and you charge at him, the both of you running at full speed towards one another until you’re a foot away. Your swords clash instantly, the clanging of metal heard throughout the land like thunder clapping in the sky. Under the dark storm clouds hanging in the sky, you dance the Dance of Death with the hunter, moving when he moves, following every step he makes. And vice versa. “Not bad,” he comments, actually giving you a smile. “But I’m better.”

The man would be a lot more charming if he wasn’t trying to kill you. You will hand it to him: the man can fight. He doesn’t seem to stop, always sensing what you are about to do next. It’s like he has eyes everywhere! ‘Does he?’ you deliriously wonder. Just who is this person?

So caught up in your thoughts, you make a misstep and lower your sword just a bit. It allows the hunter to swing the sword your way, not to try to cut off your head but to make you retreat as if he is. With a gasp, you clatter onto your back in your armor, the wind knocked out of you. You stare through the slits in your helmet at the hunter. He stares down at you, smirking. “C’mooon, you gettin’ tired already? The fun’s just begun.”

Before you can even think of conjuring help, the hunter is suddenly pinning you to the ground with one hand grabbing your neck. You grunt as his long fingers grip your throat, making it hard to breathe. “Gotcha,” he whispers, and his blue eyes flash. “Any last words?”

You don’t speak. You can’t. Even if you could, you wouldn’t. He actually looks slightly disappointed. “You’re not gonna speak to me at all, eh?” He tuts, shaking his head as he takes his sword and presses the tip of it above your armor, right over your heart. “No matter. Your words won’t matter once you’re dead.” The look in his eyes is absolutely murderous, fully content with killing you and enjoying it.

Unfortunately for him, you need to live just a little longer. Quickly, you jut your head up to force the front of your helmet off of your lips. You begin to move your lips, pretending to speak low and weak. As you planned, the hunter stares at you, perplexed. “Huh?” he asks himself.

He leans down closer to hear you, getting closer…and closer…until you are able to press your lips to his in a forceful kiss. He moans in shock and immediately pulls away, wiping his mouth.

“What the hell?!” he angrily bellows. “Why did you…” His rageful expression suddenly vanishes and he blinks at you as if seeing you for the first time. Your attack worked. “What did you do?” he asks, bewildered.

You use that chance to kick him in the balls and make a break for it. You scramble to your feet and teleport as far as you can come from him, but you don’t get to stand in your freedom for too long. Before you can teleport back to the safety of your castle, you scream as you’re suddenly yanked into the air as if pulled up by strings like a puppet. The world turns upside down and you realize that you’re hanging in the air headfirst! You try to move, but you can’t. Your arms are stuck at your sides and your legs are immoble as you hang in thinair. ‘I can’t move!’ you think in a panic. ‘Shit, this is bad!’

You begin to hyperventilate as the dark-haired hunter comes waltzing over after recovering from your ball shot…but he isn’t alone. Someone else appears in front of him, beating him to you.

A very tall, very hot someone with stark white hair, a blindfold, and a playful smile on his pink lips. “Head over heels for me already?” he tuts. “My, my…and you don’t even know my name yet!” His voice is not as deep as his fellow hunter’s, but it is just as seductive and seems to make you throb.

You can’t dwell on it for too long because both hunters have gotten closer to you, watching you hang suspended in the air with peaked interest.

“Cheater,” the dark-haired one growls. “You can’t steal my kill, Gojo. I had her first.”

Gojo, the white-haired hottie, turns to face his colleague. “And you failed. Hate the game, not the player, Jinwoo. And I’m not gonna kill her just yet–I’ve got some questions for her first.” He turns to you, inspecting you despite his blindfold. You don’t understand how he can even sense you with the blindfold on, but then again, you figure that he is just as powerful as Jinwoo. “I know you’ve got a face under there.” He cocks his head to the side, curious and seductive. “You wanna take off that helmet and face me?”

You keep quiet despite something in your subconscious telling you to do it. Telling you to give in to the strange, sexy hunter and his partner. But you say nothing. “C’mooon, I know you don’t wanna die,” Gojo drawls. “Boss or not, you’ve still got a life.” He then takes a hand and glides it across the metal of your helmet. “So you may wanna watch your behavior if you don’t wanna piss me off,” he whispers.

Again, you say nothing. Instead, you wait until he slowly peels the slot to your mouth upward to plant the same kiss you gave Jinwoo onto his lips. He yelps in shock, immediately pulling away. “Da fuck?!” he angrily shouts and Jinwoo covers his mouth to hide a laugh.

A strange, dangerous blue light suddenly emits from Gojo’s person and he waves his hand in a sharp cutting motion. You are slammed hard into a wall beside you and roughly turned upright to be pinned against the bricks. You feel pain explode behind your skull and on your right side, making you gasp behind your helmet. You see stars that drift in your vision, making it hard to focus on the two hunters in front of you.

Gojo tuts, shaking his head at you as if you’re an insolent child. “Do you not know stranger danger, girly? You can’t just go around kissing people you don’t…oh, fuck.” He pauses, laying a hand on his chest.

“What?” Jinwoo asks, confused. Gojo’s Adam’s Apple bobs as he roughly swallows, a warm blush coating his cheeks. “You don’t feel that shit? Like real hot and tingly?” Your eyes switch to Jinwoo, hoping to see that the same symptoms are taking effect. The dark-haired hunter’s intense eyes fall on you, narrowing. “She drugged us,” he growls.

Before you can utter a breath, he wraps a hand around your throat and slams you into the wall again, causing your scalp to slam hard against the jagged bricks. You feel something wet dripping down your neck and you realize that you’re bleeding. Jinwoo’s eyes are positively murderous, with no humanity left in them. You’re going to die if you don’t say something.

“S-Stop!” you cough, desperate and in anguish. “Please stop! I give up, okay?!” Jinwoo’s brows scrunch in confusion. “Oh, so you’re talkin’ now?” Gojo huffs. He goes to say more, but Jinwoo raises a hand to stop him. He loosens his grip on your throat, but still keeps his hand there. “Reveal yourself,” he demands you.

You don’t know if it is free will or if he hypnotized you to some degree, but you find yourself taking off your helmet with shaky hands. The hunters’ eyes widen at the sight of your face, not at all ghastly like many of the Bosses they have encountered before. “Damn,” they both murmur to themselves.

You do not focus on the way their eyes roam over your features or the fact their cheeks have grown pinker. You just want to live. “I-I give up,” you sob, dropping your helmet to the ground. “I completely give in to you both. This win is yours. Just please…don’t kill me.”

You feel tears prick at your eyes as the blood trickles down your neck under your armor. Your right side aches like someone just took a blow to it. You are in no shape to fight or attempt to escape. You can’t even begin to think about teleporting away. Your energy is completely gone.

Jinwoo raises an eyebrow at your begging. “And why shouldn’t we?” he asks. “You tried to kill us, didn’t you?”

“I was forced to!” you cry out, tears springing into your eyes now. “I can’t think of anything else, but to–” You suddenly grunt, your body tensing at the spark of pain in your side. You feel as if you have been stabbed. What is happening to you? The hunters stare in concern and suspicion, both trying to decide if you are being truthful. “P-Please help,” you plead. “I don’t wanna be like this.”

After a beat of silence, Jinwoo drops his hand from your throat. You slide down against the wall before you crumble to your knees, unable to find the strength to get up. “You want us to help you, then you help me,” he cooly replies. He and Gojo stand over you, looming like two storm clouds. “Answer me this: What is it that makes you wanna kill hunters? Why are you here?”

“And why did your gate go red so quickly?” Gojo adds. “What’s goin’ on here?”

“W-What?” you whimper, your mind scrambled. “I-I don’t know!” You flinch as you feel your head throb with the onslaught of an oncoming migraine.

Jinwoo suddenly kneels in front of you, his face inches from yours. “Wrong answer.” His eyes flash that same electric blue that has haunted you for nights now. “Why. Are. You. Here?” His voice echoes in your head, making your head throb even more.

‘Why am I here?’ you think. ‘Why am I here?’

You can’t remember. How exactly did you get here? Who were you before all of this? And why do you feel so drawn to these two men that you’ve never met before?

Suddenly, that mantra comes back. The only thing you remember from the past that you’re not even sure belongs to you: “Kill. All. Humans.”

You grunt again and press a hand to your right side. Your hand comes back stained with blood. You turn to Jinwoo to ask for help, but another voice unlike yours leaves your lips. “Subject has reached completion of speech,” an automated, robotic voice says out of your mouth.

Then, all you see is blackness when you pass out in the arms of Jinwoo.

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fyuyushia · 6 days ago

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°|Capture target:You!

Sung Jinwoo 'accidentally' bumps into you on the way to a bakery. What a coincidence! Seems like fate is really trying to get you two together (not)

Masterlist for the series

Idk idk how to write leave me alone🫂🫂

Sung Jinwoo is confident he's lost his mind.

One way or another, he just did. If not, how would he have ended up accepting the ridiculous quest?

He stares at the blue screen hovering right in front of him. Your name is etched in white letters. Long fingers run through his hair, ruffling it with mildly aggressive scratches as he rethinks his life decisions.

He never could've guessed he'd end up here when he obtained the system, thinking about romance. It's not like the quest wasn't voluntary either, he had the choice and he chose to accept. No takebacks from here on out. Still, the fact that the system had offered him a quest to go on a date and the fact that he accepted it made Jinwoo wonder just what happened for him to give into whims.

[Sub-quest: Go to a food establishment together with [name] for the promised date

Reward: +5% affection | 500 exp]

His lips form a thin line, disbelief written plainly on his features. Shifting his balance onto another leg, he narrows his eyes as the holograph follows him around. A date? He really must've gone insane.

Still, he can't directly deny a quest, and ignoring you just shortly after he promised to catch up with you seemed rude. His mother taught him well, and ghosting a person wasn't one of the virtues his mother taught.

No, he was a decent man with decent social etiquette. If anything else, while he has no problem with killing, hurting an innocent civillian's feelings for no apparent reason is a big no in his books.

Especially if that someone was you. Wait, no, he's not talking in that way—he meant—especially someone who he knew before.

And so Jinwoo formed a plan. He wasn't very proud of it, but it would hopefully get the job done. Seeing as your previous number was no longer in use, and he wasn't close enough to anyone from the reunion to ask them for your number, he ended up with the final option.

Summoning his shadow soldiers to look for you for a few weeks after that night, the soldiers gave him confused looks—he couldn't really see their expression, but just from their stance alone he knew they were bemused. He was glad they couldn't speak and didn't question his authority, since that meant he wouldn't have to think up a justification for this necessary act.

He familiarized himself with your schedule, which he noticed, formed a routine. From morning till noon, you'd be off at work, then, when evening came, you'd frequent a small cafe, then head home.

He had it all memorized, had it all accounted for his plans. There are off days when you wouldn't and would visit, but you would surely visit every Friday and spend your time relaxing there. 5 pm sharp, you'd arrive, order your favorite, and then sit down and enjoy the peace the humble cafe brought.

He'd argue it isn't stalking if it wasn't, but Jinwoo admitted that it was, for the most part, stalking. Again, not his proudest act, but it had to be done if he wanted to finish the quest he started.

Standing by a stray tree just a few steps away from the small business, he stood there patiently, waiting for the moment your face would appear and join the crowds. Routinely checking his watch, he bides his time, ignoring any passersby that spared him a glance.

What was the goal here? But of course, a simple, accidental encounter with you.

What better way to meet again than letting fate guide the two of you together to cross paths? Well, it's not really luck, but what you don't know won't hurt. It's not like you'd find out, he'll make sure you don't find out.

He glares at the system window once more, expression twisted into a scowl. If it wasn't for this system, then he wouldn't have to go through such lengths. You would've remained a memory burned in the back of his mind, and nothing more.

But it seems the system had other plans for him, satiating its penchant for drama by digging up old memories and forcing the people who partook in it back in his life. This was probably the most out of character the system had been.

After long minutes spent waiting, his efforts were soon rewarded when he saw your silhouette in the distance, followed along with the sound of your footsteps. He stands up straight, fixing his posture the moment you neared the door to the usual bakery you visited.

There you are, he notes. He tucks his hands on his coat's jacket, and, with a sigh, enacted his plan.

Taking a step, he suddenly pauses for a moment, really noticing you. You walked amongst the crowd, blending in but still so recognizable. He's yet again reminded of how much you really changed, no longer just the you of the past, but so much more. From the refined look, your tired posture that, despite the exhaustion, still had a pep in their steps, you've really grown.

He felt a sharp tug at his heart, his breath stuttering for a brief moment. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, lips pressed into a thin line whilst he observes your approaching figure.

Gaze raking over you, he catches himself staring. You looked so familiar yet so different, the sight of you dredged out memories he thought he's gotten over—moments in the past he thought he knew would make meeting you more difficult.

Digging his fingers against the palm of his hands, he snaps himself out of his trance and walks against the crowd, swerving through each and every one of them with a swiftness that came from a man rushing against the time. He counts your steps, measuring the time it would take you to reach the door of the establishment that bustled softly with life.

Then, with a quick pace, he approaches your general direction, aiming for an 'accidental' bump.

"Ah!"

You crash onto his lean back, stumbling in response. Taking a few steps back to balance yourself from the recoil, you fail to take it back and nearly tip over. Fortunately for you, a kind soul grabbed onto your wrist and helped you prevent your fall before you could go and embarrass yourself to the public.

"Ah, thank you, yes I'm fine."

"Are you alright?"

A familiar voice brought you out of your stupor. Taking the chance to see who saved you from potential humiliation, your eyes widen when you take in the equally familiar features of the man.

Still keeping your wrist wrapped around his hand, he tilts his head as he worries about your well being. You flinch once you realize just who exactly was keeping you afloat.

"Jinwoo?" You gasp, awe struck. Pulling away from him once you regain your sense of balance.

Jinwoo let's go of you when you try to pull back, allowing you your own space. He feigns a surprised look as well, brows raising in recognition once he realizes it's you.

Your name leaves him in between surprised glances. "What a coincidence, what are you doing here?"

Hah, what a lie. He doesn't dwell too much on the thought. This was a predetermined event, something bound to happen sooner or later. He's only finishing the quest as quickly as possible to erase it from his logs.

You pause, easing up into conversation with him. "I come here regularly! This place has just the right ambience to help me relax. What about you?"

"My little sister's been raving about this place, demanding I bring her back some pastry from here." He smoothly lies. His sister didn't know about this place, but she was the easiest one to lie about.

"Jinah?" Your eyes soften at the mention of his younger sister. "Speaking of, I'm beginning to miss her too. How's she been?"

Your smile grows into a more comfortable one. "I assume she's been well, seeing as she's able enough to order her brother around?"

Jinwoo chuckles, the sound showcasing his (mock) exasperation. Rubbing the back of his head, he nods, looking resigned.

"She's doing good. The older she gets the more cheeky she becomes. That girl, I swear she'd gotten more and more insufferable as time passed."

You laugh, enjoying Jinwoo's Half hearted annoyance when it comes to his sister. The last time you saw Jinah was during graduation, and it was with a bittersweet farewell did you part ways with her. The little girl was someone you grew acquainted with by association, since you were friends with her brother, you soon got to know her as well. Whenever you visited his house, she was always there as well, making herself known and chatted away with you.

"Sounds lovely. Say hi to her for me, won't you?"

"I'm not so sure about lovely, but I'll keep that in mind."

The little bubble that consisted of only you and Jinwoo popped when another person pardoned themselves, hoping to get inside. Realizing your blunder, you quickly move aside along with him.

You coughed awkwardly, ashamed to have inconvenienced someone unintentionally.

"So, do you have time?" He knows you do. "Would you like to continue this conversation inside?"

You blink. "Oh, of course! Is that alright?"

"No, no problem at all. I can spare some time before heading home." He leans in a bit, lips curving into a grin. "Besides, I never did get around to the coffee I promised you, right?"

A small giggle leaves you. Right, you've almost forgotten. He did say that before.

"Then I'll graciously accept. Who am I to turn down a gentleman's offer?"

Jinwoo pushes the door open for you, waiting for you to come inside before he follows after. Lining up, you readily give him your order—the usual thing you always ordered, he noticed, during the few weeks he spent observing you?

He leans down, scrutinizing the desserts presented neatly in front. Which one would Jinah appreciate the most? Though she really wasn't the reason she's here, he had to commit to the bit. And he's sure Jinah wouldn't complain about free food.

Jinwoo had to admit, the sweets were appetizing to look at. Decorated meticulously, it seemed almost a shame to eat them.

"Which one should I get..." He murmurs to himself as you wait for your turn. "Do you have any recommendations? You frequent this place, right?"

You hum, leaning closer to the glass display. "Let's see here," your gaze swept over to every pastry put on display. "If I remember correctly, Jinah likes strawberry flavored sweets, right?"

Your gaze landed on a strawberry shortcake. "Then maybe that one? It's a classic, and it's for a reason too. It's devilishly delicious."

"Then I'll get that." He takes out his wallet, you follow. "Still, I'm surprised you remembered her preference."

"You're silly, why would I forget? Sisterhood isn't that easy to break, and I don't easily forget what my cherished people enjoy"

Jinwoo's lips quirked upwards, amusement and fondness swirling in his eyes just faintly. Right, you were this kind of character. He wordlessly pays for both the shortcake, yours, and his chosen dessert.

"Huh? You didn't have to, I can pay for mine just fine." You frown, troubled by his smooth action.

"I insist, think of it as a thank you for helping me choose. Besides, isn't the guy supposed to be the one paying in this situation?"

You blink. Since when was he so gentlemanly? Well, he was always a nice guy even back then, so perhaps it's not that surprising. You laugh, cheeks growing a smidge warm.

"Alright then," you take a seat on a table just beside the window. "Somehow, you feel more reliable now."

Jinwoo sits across from you, arms resting on the empty table while waiting for the order. "I've been told that a lot, have I really changed that much?"

"Well I don't know about the others, but to me, you do." You lean closer. "It's like watching a puppy become a wolf!"

"You've really changed. You know, I had a hard time recognizing you. I thought you didn't come again during the reunion so imagine my surprise when you did, not at all looking as timid as before!"

Jinwoo chuckles, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

[Sub-quest: Go to a food establishment together with [name] for the promised date (undergoing)

Reward: +5% affection | 500 exp

(Hint: Reconnect with her! Fondly reminiscence about the past and show how you've changed! Make her swoon!)]

He had a really good feeling that the system was enjoying being a wingman. This was the most out of character the system's ever been. For once, it wasn't just a boring system that exists just to help him get stronger. This time, it felt teasing, like a friend trying to fluster him by pairing him up with his (former)crush.

"Hey?"

"Hey, earth to Jinwoo!" Your loud call brings his attention back to you.

He snaps out of his thoughts, looking a bit frazzled when he is suddenly brought back. Quickly recovering from his blunder, he hums and force shuts the quest window as naturally as possible.

"Yes?"

"Goodness, you seem a bit out of it. Is something the matter?"

"Ah," he purses his lips. "Sorry, I just finished clearing a dungeon you see, I must be a bit tired."

Again, another lie. Not necessarily a lie given he really did just finish dungeon raiding, but he wasn't tired enough to doze off in the middle of the conversation. You didn't have to know that, though. Really, Jinwoo finds himself lying more often these days, if he continues this whimsical quest, he fears he might actually get too accustomed to giving white lies.

You immediately get off his case the moment he mentions raids. Leaning against the backrest of your chair, your features shift into a more sympathetic look.

"Is that so? That's got to be tiring, I imagine."

He nods. Gaze flitting on top of you, where another window showcasing your affinity lies.

[Lvl 1. Acquaintance

♡ = 7.5% (+ .5 )

Feeling: (Locked.)]

"Are you sure it's alright for you to stay with me here?" You tilt your head, lips curled into a frown. "I'd hate to bother you by forcing you to be with me when all you really want is to get back home and rest."

"No, it's alright. Sometimes I appreciate having company as I rest too." Looking around the cozy bakery, he nods. "This place seems cozy too, so I don't mind."

"Are you sure?" You cast him one final glance. "Then alright, I'll believe you for now."

The waitress soon came, bringing along your dessert and Jinwoo's take out. You rejoice, clapping your hands a bit in joy.

"They're finally here!" Your mood visibly lightens up, a wide grin splayed on your features.

Normally, you would've taken a picture of them, seeing as the bakery always created picture-esque products. However, out of consideration for the probably tired Jinwoo, you refrained from doing so. Not to mention, it didn't feel right taking a picture of it when it wasn't you who bought it.

You take a sip of the drink you ordered alongside your pastry, swaying a bit in delight.

"You seem to enjoy these a lot."

You nod, shoulders sagging the moment you took a bite of your food, relaxing quickly. "I do, they're so good—I don't know what they put in these, but they're just so good."

"Is that so?" He takes a sip of his coffee, simply observing you as you take a bite.

"Oh? Jinwoo, you didn't order anything for yourself?"

He shakes his head. "No, I'm not the biggest fan of sweets."

"Really?" You frown. "Still, you must be hungry after clearing the dungeon. Are you sure you don't want to eat something?"

Lifting up the plate, you cut a part with your fork and bring it close to him. "The food here all tastes really good, you know? For example, this! Take a bite! I promise it tastes spectacular."

"No, really, you don't have to—"

"I insist! Going on an empty stomach isn't a very fun experience!"

Jinwoo flinches, taken aback by your insistence. He stares at the slice, and then goes back to you, then sighs, defeated.

Reluctantly parting his lips, he takes a bite out of the cake, the one you offered up to him.

His gaze met your stubborn ones, and tension crackled between you. His fingers twitched, itching to do something to rid itself of the jitters he felt as you closed in the distance.

[Achievement unlocked!]

The moment quickly gets interrupted.

[Firsts and goals: "Indirect kiss? Kya! How lewd!"

Reward: 100xp]

He nearly chokes when the achievement window popped up without prior notice, bringing along a mortifying realization and achievement.

What.

He refrains from groaning out loud. He should've known, the prompt itself was ridiculous, he really should've known that there would be more nonsense laced with this seemingly harmless quest.

Ugh.

His face remains still, if not a bit too stiff as he fought hard to furrow his brows and glare down the window. No, he couldn't do that right now, not when you were right in front of him—if he let any semblance of an annoyance show, then you'd end up being on the receiving end, given that you don't see the status window. If that happened, you'd surely be offended, and that wasn't an intended goal.

Still, he couldn't help but feel the urge to just show his exasperation. His face muscles twitch, barely reigning in the need to scoff

Did the system really need to pop up now, showing this ridiculous achievement which, in turn, puts him in a juxtaposition between feeling flustered or annoyed.

"Jinwoo? Is something wrong?"

Noticing his rigid posture, you furrow your brows. Did he not like it?

Then, as if realizing something, you freeze as well. Slowly pulling away the utensil from his mouth, his heart skips a beat as you suddenly move robotically. Your gaze meet his, and this time, the initial stubbornness melts into an empty stare, like the calm before the storm.

The eye contact stretched on for what felt like forever, and you could hear the sound of your heartbeat growing louder and louder by the second.

Oh.

Your jaw falls, mouth agape once you realize the implications of what you've just done. Hastily putting down the utensil on the table, your heart races as you scramble for composure.

"Sorry! I was a bit too pushy, I didn't realize—I did it without thinking, sorry sorry."

You force out a chuckle, trying to play this off as something silly. Calm down! You've shared lunchboxes and more with him before—he may look like a total dreamboat now but that didn't mean he changed! He's still the same Jinwoo you shared everything with during highschool, definitely, totally.

"No, it's fine." He quickly answers, recovering his nonchalant demeanor. "You had my best interest in mind, I appreciate it."

Despite his words, you still couldn't help but feel a bit flustered. This was horrible! You could feel old feelings bubbling up from beneath the surface, and you didn't quite enjoy the butterflies that fluttered around in your stomach.

You partly wondered if he was flustered too, but the lack of changes in his expression gave you the other idea. He didn't really mind it, it seems, but still, for you and your overthinking soul, you couldn't rest easy knowing what you'd just done.

It wasn't anything scandalous, but it was just enough for your heart to begin beating erratically with countless thoughts. You cursed yourself internally, trying to stop these childish thoughts from surfacing in your head. You were a grown adult now, getting flustered over something as small as this is ridiculous.

Unbeknownst to you, Jinwoo was battling in his own thoughts as well. Not as innocent as yours, but it was far more chaotic. His eyes look into the distance, seemingly admiring the road, the view just outside the window. He swallows thickly, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat.

"Uh," Jinwoo thinks up a way to calm you down. "The cake, it's sweet."

"Well, it is cake."

"Not like that." He clears his throat. "I mean it's good. I'm not normally a fan of sweets but this one is good."

You nod, feeling your cheeks heat up the more you thought about your thoughtless act.

"Is that so?" You hummed, unable to meet his gaze, but still willing to keep up the conversation.

"Then," you cut the cake in half, splitting it up in two. "Would you like to share it? I'm not that hungry since I just ate a few hours ago. If you don't mind, of course."

Jinwoo freezes once more, but regains his cool composure quickly. "If you don't mind, then, alright."

Oh, that was not what he was supposed to say. But rejecting you when you already split it in half would probably only worsen your embarrassment.

A small, traitorous part of his mind admits to enjoying the sight, but he'd never admit to agreeing to the thought.

Maybe this isn't so bad.

Again, you nod. "Then, I'll go and get another spoon."

"Please do."

You part from the table shortly after, giving Jinwoo a time to be alone if even for just a bit. His gaze lingers on your retreating back, watching the percentage twinkle as it changed and rose in amount.

[Lvl 1. Acquaintance

♡ = 15% (+ 2.5 ) (+ 5)

Feeling: (Locked.)]

Resting his cheek against the palm of his hand, he stares at the cake clumsily split in half. Covering his lips for a bit, he allows a giddy like expression to take over his features for a short while.

[Sub-quest: Go to a food establishment together with [name] for the promised date {complete!}

Reward: +5% affection | 500 exp]

The system window blinked, informing him of the quest's completion. For a moment, he ignores the hologram, caught up in his own thoughts.

Jinwoo surprisingly found himself caring little about the fact that he finished the ridiculous sub-quest, something he thought would've brought him relief. Instead, his heart races ever so slightly, not unlike the feeling he got whenever he fought strong enemies but also oh so different.

Swirling in the depths of his mind, a long forgotten emotion flickers back to life.

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