#sung jinwoo x gn reader

[nyashykyunnie]

˗ˏˋ Valentines Day Special Fic ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

‼️[ My friend silly giving me this idea i had no other V-day special then they reminded me I'm actually a writer so O7 to u bestie ]‼️

・┆✦ Entry : 021 ✦ ┆・

╰┈➤ ❝ [ And In Those Eyes I see Heaven; My Heaven] ¡! ❞

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Jinwoo muses as he watches your face light up with a soft giggle.

Here he was, in front of you. Sporting a tuxedo that oh-so fits him perfectly that he looks straight of a dream with a bouquet of delicately arranged pink roses he plans to give to you.

Jinwoo had even went so far as to brush his hair neatly and maybe even wax it, making you laugh all the more uncontrollably as he tries to process what is going on exactly.

Silly.

It's so silly, really.

Back then, he was a shy boy who would stutter when he gives you your annual valentines day gift.

Jinwoo really couldn't spend too much money since he needed to save some for later expenses and academic stuff.

So instead he would resort into horribly handmade gifts

He started with the sloppiest and most crudely made paper boquets.

Jinwoo is ashamed of himself, but he couldn't take the gifts back since you would horde them to yourself for safekeeping.

His gifts would range to horribly made papercrafts, to seashells he found by the shore, to necklaces he put together by trinkets.

He would take you out to innocent dates, walking you on quiet parks of seoul. If the parks are too noisy, Jinwoo would go out of his way to search for possible date places.

Maybe it would be you two passing by supposed haunted buildings, maybe you two would be in the bookstore skimming around on the book covers and debating which book would look more fanciful to read than the other, other times he would take you to isolated cafes where only the two of you and the barista would be making noise in the soundless place.

No matter how funny and cute your valentines were, you knew, for sure— That whatever Jinwoo does is from the bottom of his heart.

He would think his efforts are stupid, but secretly that was why you loved him.

It's not because it was expected of a boyfriend, it was because he did something even if he knows he wouldn't do the best.

Jinwoo would always be trying for you, he would always be thoughtful of you, so much so that it makes your heart just cry from his sincerity.

How could someone just be so full of love? How could someone just give their hearts out like that? How is he so sincere?

Even if he were struggling with his odd jobs, even if he was silently crying behind closed doors from the stress living is causing him— Jinwoo always thought of you, he thought of how he could make you happy the next time you meet.

He thought of how he would hide his wounds and gashes from hunts just for you.

He always, always, thought of you.

But little did you knew, he had done some stuff for your attention.

He made those crude gifts because he wanted to see you make fun of him, he wanted to see you burst out laughing and gush about the little thing he made.

He took you to different places because he wanted you to see the more beautiful things of this world, he wanted to show you just how worth it living here is even if the world seems so dark and horrible.

He took you to those quiet little corners so he could hear your voice better without the background noise of anything else.

He often hides his injuries, yes, but sometimes he would purposely let those bandages get lose because he knew you would wrap it up for him. Whether you do it silently or you do it while scolding him, all he cared about, was how beautiful you are right at that moment.

Jinwoo loves you, more than you will ever know, more than any words could ever describe.

The swelling of his heart that never ends, the butterflies in his stomach that keeps fluttering around, and the galaxy he sees in your eyes— Oh how he loved you.

Even if he didn't say 'I love you' 3000' times a day, even if he couldn't give you everything back then— He loved you with all of him just as he does right if not more.

He loves subtly touching your fingers, he loves grazing his fingers on your lovely face, he loves staring at you in a complete daze, he loves running his hands through your soft hair.

Overall, he ust loved touching you and admiring you up close or from afar.

Because so long as you are in front of him, he doesn't really need to think about anything but just....

'Ah,... I love you so much'

Just how can he not spoil you no matter how much he embarasses himself?

And that same flimsy, wimpy and shy little boy, is now a man.

Dressed so handsomely in his suit, upright posture, a proud smile on his face.

This Man...

No

Your Man.

Your Sung Jinwoo

Your Jinwoo.

Not the Shadow Monarch, not the Tenth S-ranker of South Korea, not the World's Strongest hunter.

Just Jinwoo.

Your lovely, lovely, Jinwoo.

Even if he had grown so much, even if he had become so drastically different.

He is still Jinwoo.

The Jinwoo who made you crude paper flowers

The Jinwoo who dragged you into silly places

The Jinwoo who never stops at loving you.

...

"You know..." Jinwoo sighs, chuckling as he ruffles his hair to mess it up a little. "I think this version of me is better than a super formal gentleman, right?"

Yeah.

That's right.

A gentleman Jinwoo is always welcome.

But the Jinwoo who is just him is much... Much more lovable.

"Happy Valentines Day, Love."

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧･ﾟ: ~♡ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[themissinghand]

aahghh i'm happy that your requests r open :33 i want to ask for a Jinwoo x sleepy male/gn reader.. basically the reader falls asleep somewhere but always wake up in the most random places. Bellion has found them sleeping somewhere in the shadow realm more than once and no one knows how they got there. it's actually concerning-

this can either platonic or romantic idc rly

take care!

Solo Leveling: Sleepy Bois are Cute Too!

Summary: 3 times that Jinwoo caught his partner falling asleep on him, and the one time he didn’t. Not in any particular order.

In which Jinwoo is worried, but you reassure him every time. 

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x sleepy GN! reader

Note: Last one for 2023! Will be back in the new year :) 

Warning: None. Just fluffy goodness. 

★・・・・・・★

Jinwoo is worried about your sleeping antics.

He’s worried that when you fall asleep, he will never find you again. 

He took all the precautions, making sure there was a shadow soldier by your side when you fall asleep, keeping a tracker on you (with your consent of course!), and even taking you on his missions to ensure you don’t disappear on him. 

“Jinwoo-ah, don’t worry, I can protect myself.” 

Sure, you were an A-class weapon maker, and yes, you knew how to use your weapons well, but no matter how much you reassure him, Jinwoo is a protective person by nature, knowing how dangerous the world can be. 

He also knows how dedicated you are to your craft, spending days on end without sleep or food to create S-class grade weapons for the world to marvel at. 

But it was only more of a reason for him to protect you from those greedy hunters and associations! 

Perhaps that was where your sleeping habits stem from, the lack of sleep.

It didn’t start off this way, as at the beginning of your relationship, Jinwoo found you cute for dozing off like a baby. 

It was during a movie night, where the two of you cuddled on the bed, and holding each others’ hands. You dozed off very shortly after the movie began, and Jinwoo couldn’t help but pull you closer into a hug. 

Loving your warmth and the peace you bring, Jinwoo easily fell asleep by your side. 

Only to wake up with you not by his side. 

In panic, he rushed around the shared home to find you, only to get a call from his sister, and see you at his mom’s house. Apparently, Jinah found you sleeping in Jinwoo’s old room.

“It happens sometimes…but don’t worry! I’m usually safe.” Your reassurance didn’t make Jinwoo feel any better about it. 

The next time, it was when the two of you were bathing together. 

Jinwoo hummed, satisfied and relaxed, as you washed his hair, scratched his head, and massaged his shoulders. Your voice was soothing, as you told him about your next weapon idea. 

Until suddenly, he felt a hard knock onto his back, making him turn around quickly to see you dozing off. 

He withheld a snicker before he switched your positions, and had you lay on him. 

“(Y/N), how could you sleep in the middle of doing something?” Jinwoo whispered, and although he gently rocked your body, he didn’t bother trying to wake you. 

Jinwoo made sure you were comfortable, and finished the bath, before carrying you like a princess to your shared bed. 

“Jinwoo?” Your slurred words made him smile, and he placed a kiss on your forehead. 

“Bedtime, your favourite time is here.” 

“Yay~” Your dopey smile made him happy as he covered the both of you with a blanket. Jinwoo snuggled close, and this time, made sure to hold you tight, so you wouldn’t disappear on him again. 

Your little snores, and light breathing lured him to sleep. 

The next day, you were gone. 

This time, he searched the home, and even checked with his mom and sister, but nothing. 

This time, he panicked, and immediately searched everywhere for you. 

Like a parent who lost their child, he searched far and wide, until he found you sleeping on top of the Korean Hunters Association’s building. He immediately hugged you close, waking you up from your drowsy state. 

“Jinwoo? What’s wrong?” You who have just woken up from your long sleep didn’t understand why Jinwoo was hugging you so desperately. You patted his back as you rested your head on his shoulder. 

“Are you okay? How did you even get up here?” 

“What are you talking about-” Finally registering your current location, you were shocked. 

“This isn’t our home.” 

When Jinwoo registered your confusion, then acceptance (almost too easily), he couldn’t help but feel helpless. If you didn’t know how you got here, and he didn’t sense your disappearance twice in a row, Jinwoo knew he had to be careful. 

This was when you and him talked of the dangers and of the precautions you should take to ensure your safety. 

One time, Jinwoo had a nightmare. 

Of the times where he was still an E-class hunter, where he was still weak, poor, and helpless. 

Of the times where he had nothing to his name, but only shame and disappointment. 

He felt powerless, feeling the shadow of a cold blade cutting into his flesh and warm blood spill from his body. 

“Jinwoo!” 

He woke up to you calling his name and wiping his face. 

“Jinwoo! Are you okay-” Jinwoo hugged you tightly, knocking the air out of your lungs for a moment, as he inhaled your scent. 

He then noticed you wearing his hoodie, clearly oversized for you, and your messy bed hair. 

Then he remembers you, who had taught him how to use different weapons, and how to not get scammed by weapon dealers. 

From then till now, you have supported him, and he has found your talent in return. 

“There there, my little king.” Jinwoo smiled as he felt little pats to his back, and kissed the crook of your neck. 

“Thank you, (Y/N).”

“Always.” 

The next time, when you disappeared, Jinwoo knew where you were immediately. 

He didn’t panic, nor did he fret, though this time, he really did question your abilities as an A-class weapon maker. 

Were you really an A-class hunter at this point?

Jinwoo observed, perplexed, as you once again emerged from an unexpected slumber, this time in the shadow realm. 

With a yawn, you flipped to the other side on the throne, and without any sense of danger, you curlled into a ball, and fell asleep again.

Jinwoo quickly went over to you on the throne, and picked you up, before sitting down and placing you in his lap. He made sure you were comfortable before he looked to Bellion for any explanation. 

“My Liege, I…have no excuses. I was unable to sense any changes in the shadow realm and was unable to find out how Their Highness was able to arrive here.” 

Bellion, equally puzzled, knelt before the two of you, ashamed. 

“Bellion, stand. It’s not your fault. Even I can't sense when they disappear. But keep others updated on the situation.” Bellion nodded, before standing and leaving you two space. 

"How does this keep happening?" Jinwoo asked, and sighed, concern etching onto his face. Even so, he caressed your cheek, and woke you from your slumber.

Like a cat, he saw you scrunch up your face, and even pushed his finger away, before popping open one eye.

“Jinwoo? Where am I now?” It became a habit of yours now to observe your surroundings every time you woke up. 

“In my realm, in my castle, and on my throne.” 

“Huh.” It took a moment for you to process.

“How did I get here?” 

“No idea. But I'd rather have you here than outside.” 

“Well. This is new.” You ruffled your messy bed hair, before a hand pulled your chin back to face Jinwoo. 

“You were sleeping on my throne…were you thinking of me?” Jinwoo’s hand slowly cradled your face as he stared at you with intent. 

“Maybe?” You cheekily answered, before replicating the same action back. However, you steal a quick little peck to the corner of his lips. 

In the next moment, his mouth lands on yours passionately, completely taking your breath away as he pulls you in further and further, until you’re completely at his mercy.

Pinned to his throne, wearing his oversized black silk pajamas, and puffy lips, you realize that maybe you should learn to control your sleep antics. 

[slowd1ving]

Kim Dokja with a Sung Jinwoo!Reader and their supporting constellation is Six-Eared Macaque

BAKHT ⁺ ✦ KIM DOKJA

"An existence as lonely as yours... chance has not been kind to you, it seems." It was neither choice nor good fortune that flung you into the rift that divided worlds: suspended in a limbo not of your own making, in a world with no dungeons like yours but 'scenarios' instead. Only the Story reaching its [◼◼◼] and you protecting the protagonist would guarantee your return, but how were you supposed to do that when the 'protagonist' you were meant to protect kept dying? honestly it's been a while since I read both solo levelling and orv so the plot is a bit hazy. I told myself to focus more on the actual interaction so it wouldn't snowball into storybuilding like the rest of my works... but alas... honestly this ask was extremely interesting like I've never read journey to the west but a sung jinwoo/six eared macaque collab??? damn me when I focus on tense first encounters rather than the lovey dovey aspect of relationships.. jokes aside it does get somewhat soft at the very end fun fact bakht refers to fortune in arabic, or rather finding luck in 'chance'; which unfortunately our reader doesn't seem to have a lot of... art by @ 1L9l2Aa8UCL0IGJ (blackbox) on x! pairing: kim dokja + sung jinwoo gn reader warnings: canon typical danger, mentions of death, also they're not really on the best of terms initially?? quite graphic depictions of blood wc: 2.7k

ORV MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST ・゜・NAVIGATION

Tonight, the wind carried only premonition in its whispers. It started like all the stories did—the ones that reached your ears, at least. Beginning as a gentle breeze, the songs twining past and future turned coarse as a gale once they encountered the pixelated appendages that seemed to have a life of their own: six downy auricles that were unable to decide whether to stay in the virtual realm or materialise themselves. 

Most of the time, they hid in the umbrous kingdom—much like the rest of your shadows. When you donned the façade of the humans from Planetary System 8612, the tales you could eavesdrop on were mere gossip slinking in from the future and the bygone past—tidbits of paltry information that were perhaps divine retribution for not proudly donning the Six-Eared Macaque’s ‘crown’, as he seemed to put it. 

But tonight was different. Tonight, the mellifluous litany of your flute was sharper than usual as you idled the time away. Tonight, with only the vast night shielding you and the countless shadows skulking on the rooftop, their dance appeared wilder. There was frenzy in the air, and prophecy tainting the cold, canorous wind. 

It tasted acerbic. 

‘Danger… horizon…. Dokja….’

The frequency soured the melody that brushed past the fur of your six-ears, and they flicked, irritably. 

[The Fake Monkey King warns of something afoot.]

“I know,” you bitterly commented. Something was always afoot when it came to this world in which you did not belong. Falling past the veil separating a dungeon from nothingness wasn’t meant to happen. Your system subsequently trapping you in this limbo until you reached [◼◼◼◼◼], too, wasn’t meant to happen either. Let the Story run its course and protect its ‘protagonist’, and this dimension will naturally collapse just enough that you’ll fall through back into yours. 

Kim Dokja, you’d repeated like a mantra while you lost your mind—over and over while your system glitched and protested in this limbo. Over and over, while he died and died and died some more. You’d bought and earned and fought for various potions, weapons and clothes to help him with his scenarios—leaving them in his vicinity where you knew he’d stumble across them—but it was all so fucking futile. 

Each time, he returned past the veil; each time, you sank into a deeper mire of restriction. You hadn’t spoken to another soul in months: imprisoned in the very shadows you controlled. It wasn’t as bad, initially: you could still talk to people uninvolved in the ‘Story’, the poor souls dubbed as extras—so long as you didn’t cause any ripples with your actions. If Dokja was accounted for through both the soldiers in his shadow, and the whispers that reached the six ears that fanned out behind your head, it would be fine. 

‘Hazard… kilometre north of Dokja’s camp….’

A kilometre. You’d be quiet. You always were. 

Dokja. Dokja. Dokja. Your face soured as you exchanged places with Beru: ready to silently act as his guardian shadow, though if he was determined to sacrifice himself… Both of you would pay a price.

The silence in the city was razor-sharp and just as deadly, to the point you could hear the ionic buzz of your summoned demonic knives. Their ozonic scent bitterly filled your mouth, which only amplified the acerbic profanities mingling on your tongue as you glanced around for the danger. What danger? You’d be damned before you were sent back to that empty desert to reflect your wrongdoings. There was no chance to gain anything there—just endless time, chipping your sanity away and stirring up derision for the one who couldn’t solve anything without dying. 

Because in the end, both of you would pay the price, and he didn’t even know it. He became a constellation, while you were shackled to a prison that was never of your own making. 

Examining the wreck of this urban landscape that felt too much like the Seoul you knew, you came to the abrupt conclusion that there was nothing. Even when your six-ears flicked this way and that, it was too silent. Not a whisper, nor any trace of danger lingered in this space; such an occurrence was nigh-impossible in the scenario-laden dome of this city. 

[The Prisoner of the G◼◼◼en Headband expres◼◼◼◼ his mistrust.] 

Sun Wukong. A flash of hatred that was not your own wracked your body, complete with a burning envy and something far more insidious than anything you’d ever experienced, 

Crackling messages began interfering with your system screen. You’d only seen this once—when you accidentally intruded on the fringes of the ‘Star Stream’ as an ‘unauthorised one’. An anomaly if you ever saw one. 

“There’s nothing,” you muttered callously, scraping the tip of your blade against concrete ruins. If it had been a false alarm, then it was time to leave before you risked paying the penalty. Your job was simple—keep watch of the ‘protagonist’ from the shadows, and make his life somewhat easier. 

[A nameless constellation argues that advertisements are simply a part of life, and that it’s not a big deal to build suspense.]

That’s weird. The messages were getting clearer, but the warning signs that typically appeared in the system windows weren’t there. 

Your own supporting constellation was far too quiet as you sheathed your knife in the shadow dimension—the darkness cradled the weapon softly before it vanished, though the familiar whish could not soothe the unease that distorted your mind. Never had the six-ears failed to pinpoint hazards, as close to omniscient that they were.

“Got you,” something—someone—whispered from afar, the moment you stepped on the next broken slab of pavement and triggered a tripwire. A paltry toy, golden string that was incandescent in this darkened city, wrapped tightly around your body; right before you were shoved against a concrete wall. “You’re not the only one to see the ‘outcome’.”

Stand down, Igris, you commanded as the stranger continued to press into you; you could sense the turbulent shadows growing even more agitated at your position, though all of them could feel the ease with which you could’ve snapped out of the rope that was no more than a thread. The stream was eerily silent, while the glassy window only you could see kept its cold azure colour—nothing like the glaring scarlet that informed you of your penalty. 

Who is this? 

In the darkness, you made out the shape of a mouth pressed into a thin line. Dark hair partially swept over the stranger’s eyes, while a long white coat draped itself over his shoulders. But it wasn’t the garb, nor was it the features that alerted you of just who this was. 

It was the umbrous cloud of his soul, the very one you’d been tracking all these weeks. 

“Kim Dokja,” you greeted, half-placidly, half in intrigue. If he could bend the rules of life and death to suit him, you supposed that bending some more rules wouldn’t hurt. The interest was quickly replaced by irritation—for this was the very charge that had continuously shackled you to the in-betweens of the Seoul dome. Not quite a human from this planet, nor a monster—just an abominable anomaly that didn’t belong in this ‘Story’ at all. “I wasn’t expecting this.”

There was a polite smile on your face, but he only scoffed in disbelief. “What the hell are you playing at? Who are you? You think leaving all those materials for me to find will somehow increase your chances to survive? Why are you doing this?”

Incredulity laced each syllable. The Ugliest King stared hard at the face of the Shadow Monarch, though he didn’t know it. 

You sympathised, you really did. Having someone trail after you (though he hadn’t mentioned your shadows—did he even notice them?) and leave you useful items might have been convenient to some, but chronic overthinkers (as Beru had reported to you from his shade) wouldn’t see it as such. 

But it wasn’t like you had a choice not to, either. 

“I just want to get back home.” For the first time, there was a hint of the welling annoyance that seeped through the cracks in your courteous expression: in your grinding molars, in the slight squint of your eyes. Babysitting this guy should have never been part of your job.

Don’t affect the story.

You pressed your lips together to avoid the tide of complaints that swept in. Why do you keep dying? Do you know how much it sucks whenever you do? Why the fuck was I put on babysitting duty?

“Just take the things,” you gritted out instead; to which a sharp blade stung the side of your neck. Quick, but not quick enough to pose a true threat to you. “They were annoying to farm, you know that?”

“I never asked for them, nor do I need them to reach where I want to be. You were never in the original— I can’t exactly trust you now, can I?” he scowled—more ill-tempered than Beru had included in his periodic reports. In a mere second, you surged: as fluid and fast as quicksilver, slamming the guy you’d grown to abhor into the cold, harsh asphalt. There was no apology dripping from your lips this time, only a snarling, bloodied grit of teeth when the penalty began etching into your skin as a direct consequence of laying hands on the ‘untouchable’ protagonist. 

Sensing your distress, the six-ears materialised around your face—like they were countering the drip-drip of sanguine that slinked from your nose and onto the shirt of the man beneath you. You watched as you sullied the protagonist you were forced to stay away from—tainted in a way that was sure to finally end you. His dark eyes, too, traced the motion of each crimson rivulet: chest rising and falling desperately as he felt the very real, razor-sharp edge of his own knife lightly against his jugular. 

“Listen, I never asked for this either,” you hissed. “Believe it or not, I too want you to reach the conclusion of this shitshow so I can get back home. You need to stay alive for that. I’ll wait.”

The pressure in your head intensified. 

“I don’t know how you got past the restrictions on me—” Your grip on his shirt loosened as carmine began seeping into the system window. “—but I can’t stay here any longer without repercussions. Neither can I interfere with the story nor escape this hell—” Dark spots began floating in your vision, and the blade sliced into the concrete a hair's breadth away from his neck with a low-resonating chime. Maybe this was your only chance to make your job easier, without the loss of sanity that came with rule-breaking. “—but if you can’t trust me, trust that your accomplishment of your goal will allow me to get back to my own world as a result.”

“Wait–” Your body swayed as you stood, feeling the familiar frequency of the Stream boot up against the fine down of the six-ears. I don’t have time, you wanted to say, but iron was beginning to leave your lips too. 

[The Prisoner of the Golden Headband complains loudly that fraternising with the enemy is a horribly stupid move, pulling out his hair.]

[The Demon-like Judge of Fire is unsure of this development, and would like to be filled in on this stranger’s connection with the Prisoner of the Golden Headband..]

The Star Stream was… clear. Not filled with static like it had been before, but cogent enough that you could observe each message coherently. 

[The Star Stream has its eyes on you.]

A terrible foreboding surfaced, while your chest constricted with the sudden onslaught of red that assaulted your eyes—a cacophony of warning signs, all targeted at you. 

“What is that?” A hand that wasn’t yours reached for the crimson glow, and you jolted as the cerise shattered: reverting back to the familiar blue interface. The ache in your head, too, vanished—yet the buildup of fatigue was still present in your hazy mind. Though, the only thing you could register was the change in his voice as he observed the screen, an inkling of understanding as he watched the characters fade from existence:

Protect the ‘protagonist’ Kim Dokja. Let the Story run its course, and you will be able to return to your home world. 

{The Fourth Wall quietly observes the remnants of its meal.}

Gone, in a wave of his hand. That same hand, now held out to you as if it hadn’t just erased weeks’ worth of strain from your body: long, deft fingers reaching out to you. You could only stare as the world grew dim around you, as a faint voice brushed past the soft fur of your six-ears. 

‘Error… error… due to unprecedented actions ◼◼◼◼ taken by the protagonist, the system has now… updated to provide for a deuteragonist model… consi◼◼der standby… updating… updating… ◼◼◼◼◼◼   ◼◼◼◼ objective updated… reach the [◼◼◼◼] alongside deuteragonist Kim Dokja to catalyse homecoming.’

“What the hell… did you do?” you slurred. The misguided loathing towards him had dissipated into a tumultuous state of frenzy; you could feel the shadows within stir with the agitation of your mind, though you fought to keep your cards at bay. Rather than the hilt of your familiar sword, you thumbed the worn edge of your flute in a last bid to stay calm. 

“‘Reach the [◼◼◼◼] alongside deuteragonist Kim Dokja to catalyse homecoming’, huh?” The incredulity you felt at him repeating the words that only you ever heard was overshadowed by the bone-deep exhaustion you felt. 

“Was… being honest,” you mumbled for the last time, fully expecting to feel the frigid asphalt as you collapsed and your eyes came to a close. The lingering penalties had finally taken effect, yet you didn’t quite hit the hard concrete like you anticipated. Rather, you collided against a wiry frame that, despite its initial gauntness, was far warmer than anything you’d felt in these apocalyptic weeks. “I might’ve died if I continued interfering.”

“You won’t die.” The words ghosted over your ear as he stared down at the person in his arms who’d been tracking him for weeks. They’d been a constant pain and irritated him to no end, especially with all the gifts he received that he’d never read about in TWSA; and there was nothing he hadn’t read about in TWSA save for the epilogue. “I won’t let you.”

His very headache was now slumbering in his arms, with only the ambition of going home on their mind. 

What a lonely existence. 

Maybe you heard him. Maybe you didn’t. All he knew was that he was crafting an epilogue that would shake this very world to its roots, and perhaps there was a small, you-sized shape cut out just for the person snoozing their little heart out. He had a feeling he had only breached the outermost layer of you; peeling back only the very dermis to reveal someone far too overpowered to compete with most of the dome. 

Dokja’s thumb traced the bloody lines staining your face. You could faintly feel them; then, abruptly, the citrus smell that lingered on him grew sharper. Closer. A soft pressure applied itself to the crown of your head: fleeting, silvery. What was that?

It was everything that had been forcibly taken from you after you were brought past the void. 

With something that was suspiciously close to a smile, your mind drifted away in the arms of someone who both damned you and saved you. 

　⁺ ✦

“If Igris and Yoo Joonghyuk fought, who would win?” 

“Igris,” you answered without missing a beat. There wasn’t a hint of hesitation in your face as you opened your mouth, and it was so strong that he almost believed that your Commander could beat the true ‘protagonist’ of this world. “And if he lost, I’d win for him.”

This! This was his chance to get back at that squid bastard! 

“...Want to test your hypothesis?”

[akiira00]

hi !! is it possible to ask for jinwoo's shadows ? i just wanted to ask for a gn / male reader who is very affectionate with his shadows-- i'm sorry if you can't write for them ! have a good day ! "⊹ฺ(⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠)

— Shadows

Pairing: Sung Jin-Woo x G/n! Reader, Jin-Woo’s shadows platonically. (Idk how to tag this-)

Genre: Pure fluff.

Synopsis: Just some general headcanons with your boyfriend and his shadows!

A/n: Sure! Sorry if it’s a bit OOC, but I’ll try my best, hope you like it! It’s kind-of short tho-

Length: 0.5k words.

I think the relationship with Jin-Woo would be a bit of a messy thing. Generally getting home late and all things.

But he does love you with all his might, so he’ll probably leave one, two or maybe even three of his trustable shadows to take care of you!

This would lead to many boring days on the couch as you waited for jinwoo, as you probably watched k-dramas with Beru. (I love him sm…)

Jin-Woo would often find you and Beru both bawling your eyes out together at even the death of a puppy in a movie. (I would too tho)

This leads to some scolding to Beru that he “needs to concentrate on his task” but nonetheless it’ll happen again.

“Beru, again…? Gosh…” Jin-Woo would say as he took a step onto your shared apartment, looking at how you and Beru were yet again ignoring his requests of seriousness and watching whatever thing on the TV.

But what did he not expect? Seeing Tank on the garden watching too. That made him facepalm as you laughed at his reaction, as you were leaning on the giant ice bear alongside Beru. “What- TANK, YOU TOO?!”

I imagine him ‘grounding’ the poor giant bear making him sit in the corner of the garden or something, but every time he did that, you were always by the side of the fluffy giant. (Wait- Can a shadow be fluffy…? Idk.)

Aside from the whole TV habits, Jin-Woo would often take you into rides on Kaisel’s back, watching over the city or far away to enjoy some time together.

Every ride of this ones would lead on you hugging the giant dragon as you both flied through Korea’s skies.

“Hang on tight.” Jin-Woo said as you both climbed up Kaisel’s back, and you quickly nodded, but the thing he expected you the least to do, you did. He turned away for just a second and you already were laid down on the dragon’s back without a care.

He’d climb up followed by a sigh, sitting down beside you and looking at you directly in the eyes. “You really want to do that…? I can make him fly vertically and you’d be dead.” He said, obviously not going to do it, so you just staid in place before you heard his voice again. “Kaisel, up.”

You instantly stumbled back onto your knees as the giant dragon flew straight up, with Jin-Woo mantaining you in place with his sort-of telekinesis skill. (He hadn’t tell you about his whole skill set and what it was.)

“Told you. Wasn’t difficult to just sit up, huh?” He teased with a smirk as you just let out a tiny pout, leaning your head on his shoulder as you both flew together, gently patting the dragon’s back every now and then.

He often teases you like that, maybe even when he finds you sleeping against Tank’s back, which is oddly really common.

Overall, being Jin-Woo’s partner not only gives you that wonderful man, but gives you tons of shadows to spend time with, and you certainly used that to the full extent.

You have him, a TV buddy, a three on one couch, bed and pet, and even a dragon. What else could anyone ask for?!

[circeyoru]

Hii! I read your solo leveling works and they're SO GOOD 🤌 I only recently entered the fandom and jinwoo stole my heart at first sight (he's so fine its illegal) and also I noticed that there aren't many people who write for solo leveling so I'm grateful that I found you!!!

If I could request enemies to lovers with sung jinwoo x reader (can be gn or fem) where reader is S-rank hunter and also has their own system.

I think it would be funny to watch two powerful hunters argue and compete witch each other when in truth they're just dorks in love. In addition it would be even funnier if the system tried to play their matchmaker.

Thank you in advance and take care <3

Wow. First request in Solo Leveling! Thanks for the read and praise!! You made the right choice. Jinwoo's the man! He really should be in jail for all the hearts he stolen!!

Ahem.

Yes, I couldn't get the ideas out of my head and just wrote the story when I got up. This is a peak on what the story will be. (those from Hazbin fandom will know my posting style haha)

Future Power Couple = Request

[Sung Jinwoo x S-Rank Player!Reader]

This will be up in half an hour!

Requests for Solo is still open.

[catboyfics]

Masterlist

𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑪𝑬 𝑰𝑵 𝑩𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑫

 “I love you.” [Chishiya x gn reader]

Lure [Part I | Part II] [Chishiya x gn reader]

𝑽𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑻

Sweet Dreams [Fade x gn reader]

𝑶𝑩𝑬𝒀 𝑴𝑬

Giving Cookies to the OM Brothers [OM Brothers x gn reader]

𝑺𝑶𝑳𝑶 𝑳𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮

How to be a Hunter [Part I] [Sung Jinwoo x male reader]

Favoritism [Sung Jinwoo x male reader]

𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑶𝑭 𝑫𝑼𝑻𝒀

Ghost of a Memory [Part I | Part II] [Ghost x male reader]

𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑵 𝑰𝑴𝑷𝑨𝑪𝑻

Curses [Part I] [Alhaitham x male reader]

[theanimekid]

Sir... We have a problem!

Sung Jin-Woo X Pregnant Reader

Synopsis: The reader is going into labor, her husbands not there to take her to a hospital, and there's a thunderstorm.

Warnings: Angst to Fluffy and funny

F/n: Friends name

It all happened within a blink of an eye

You were sitting alone with your friend in your shared apartment. All laughs and giggles as the two of you watched your favorite tv comedy show as the storm raged on outside. You sat down on the side of the sofa with a bag of popcorn on top of your swollen belly as your friend sat on the side of the couch. Your F/n chattered as the raindrops hit the window. But for a moment, you thought about your husband. Even though he's the Shadow Monarch, he's still human, and sometimes...just what if...

"Y/n, You okay?" Your F/n Asked while she had food shoved in her mouth. You snapped herself back to reality. " Oh yeah, I'm fine. I just needed to think," You reassured her as she reached for the cup in front of her only to find it empty. She was going o head to the kitchen, but you stopped her. "Please allow me," You spoke softly, as she'd nearly struggled it lift herself off the couch. "No way. I'm letting my pregnant friend go and get me something to drink. Just sit back down and rest." But you had already got up from the sofa. " Hey, I'm not defenseless... just heavily pregnant." You placed your hand on your giant tummy and sighed. "Tell that to overprotective shadow husband." She added with a playful, sarcastic comment. You tapped her shoulder as she walked back to her seat. You swayed into the kitchen, humming to the music inside your head. As you were about to fill the cup, your stomach rumbled. You sighed. " It would seem you are not satisfied, little one."

This all went by so quickly. From the day you informed him you were pregnant, it was as though he fell in love with you all over again. You remember how he spun around in circles, tears of happiness in his eyes, chiming: I'm going to b a father. Even his shadows screamed with joy, mostly Beru. The fridge opened as you reached for the pack of strawberries. Before you could even grab them, a sharp pain hit your belly. Dropping the cup and shattered it on the ground. F/n shot up from the sofa and dashed into the kitchen. " Hey, what the- Oh My God!" She screamed as she instantly rushed to your side. " Baby...Baby, it's coming." Y/n groaned at another sharp pain hitting her again.

" I thought you said The baby was coming in two weeks!"

" well, the baby said now! And, I believe they get to choose-" You screamed, the contractions are really are a pain. Tears started to fall from your face. Your friend helped you from the kitchen and took you to the bedroom. The storm roared and boomed as the raindrops came heavier. F/n grunted as she placed you gently on the bed and pulled back the curtain. Seeing the heavy rainfall and twisted winds, " Damnit, there's no way in hell we'll make it to a hospital at this rate, the storm coming harder than I thought." She covered the window, " It looks like we're gonna need some assistance," She sighed as she took off her button, short sleeve shirt, revealing the black tank top. You took deep breaths to not think about the pain. But every time you did, it shot back at you like lightning.

"There is...one way," You added as your friends helped you sit up on the pile of pillows she set behind you.

"Come out."

The shadow moved from under you, forming one of the high orcs your husband placed in your shadow before you left. He stared at you with very uneasy and worried eyes, staring at you confused. You tried your best to clarify the situation. " Look…right now… I'm going into labor…" You whined, " Tell your master to…come home now…If he's in the middle of fighting the boss…W0ooo…." You sucked your bottom lip as the pain worsens." Alright, I have an idea." F/n exclaimed as she grabbed three knuckle braces and positioned herself on a nearby wall. F/n made circular motions as the glowing portal opened from the wall. " Just…please, yell at him to get his attention if…you must…Now Go!" He nodded and submerged into the darkness. The portal closed after Jin-ah and her mother stepped through. F/n clarified the circumstances.

"Ready yourselves, ladies. It is going to be a long night." A strike of lightning reflected across the grey atmosphere.

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The shadow soldier reemerged from out of the shadows in the dungeon. To see his king and the rest of the soldiers finishing off the monsters. HE puffed his chest as he took a deep inhale. And shouted echoing throughout the dungeon.

"THE QUEEN'S IN LABOR!"

Everyone went silent for about 10 seconds before yelling back.

" WHAT!?!?"

Jinwoo was now forming with questions while shaking his soldier like a maraca. " Is she okay?" the baby okay?" " Are My Babies okay?!"

" Yes...but no. The Queen is in a lot of pain."

" Have the contractions started yet?!" Jin-ho added in a panicking tone. He looked at him blankly with bug eyes and scratched the back of his bald head, " What are contractions?" Before Jin-ho could answer, Jinwoo stormed out of the dungeon on Kaisel, leaving some shadow soldiers to help take the monster's corpses away from the dungeon.

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Jinwoo arrived safely at his home, drenched and completely soaked while he almost busted the door open. " Y/N-ah?" He called out, and you screamed in reply. It's coming from the bedroom. HE rushed to the bedroom with fear in his eyes. Please be okay, please be okay. The door flew open as he stormed in. Only to be taken aback by a new sound of cries. You were, lying in bed, exhausted, with your little newborns cradled on either side of her chest. You hold back a few tears seeing your new beautiful girls. One had your hair and her father's eyes while the other looked exactly like her father.

He dropped to his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks. They're beautiful, he thought as he walked toward you. And his new family in her arms. He is officially a father now. He gently held on to the little girls in his arms. And he spoke so softly it felt like a whisper, " Hi, sweetheart, it's daddy talking to you. He waited long for you and your sister to be here." He kneeled down to your level and placed a loving kiss on your forehead, " Thank you, love, you made me even happier since I've met you." 

"And I thank you for being such a devoted husband and partner." You said as he grazed your cheek with a kind smile. " You know, I wasn't expecting we have twins." He added.

You nodded, playfully poking his nose, "But now we have double the attention, don't you think?" He quietly chuckled at your response. " That we do."

" Heyy, not to ruin the mood but can I hold one of my nieces now?! I did help out!" JIn-ah quietly shouted while she leaned into her brother's ear.

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A/n: Should I do part 2? Just for fun? Also, I accidentally deleted your king awaits post and now I can't remember how it go! :(

[3smo]

congrats on 1k, if you don’t mind, can I request sung jinwoo with prompt number 20? thank you

• "just a little harder. please?" (#20)

warning: dom reader. gender neutral. library sex. jinwoo's just trying to read 😒. handjob. orgasm denial.

458 words.

1k event!

he looks around, there was no one near your table. jinwoo pouts, you're always getting away with things like this...

your fingers wrap around his flaccid cock, pumping it gently, smiling when you feel it harden under your palm.

you forget about reading the book, raising your lips to his ear, "read for me?"

jinwoo takes the book from you with shaky hands, glaring at you from beside him. he raises his hips to meet up with your warmth, rolling his hips whenever you reached the base.

you dig your thumb into the slit causing jinwoo to shiver, body going tense. "quit moving."

"jin... behave." jinwoo's breath gets more rapid, more desperate. hips bucking up into your hand, and looking over to you with glossy eyes.

jinwoo only whimpers, eyes scanning the page he was on, what was going on again? he places the book over his face, covering his expressions.

"you're gonna cum? already?" jinwoo nods frantically, hands tightening around the book. he silently panics when people start walking towards your table, talking amongst themselves. "not yet, jin..."

you hand goes to the base of his dick, tightening your fingers around him, denying his orgasm. jinwoo's hips stop in a halt, mouth falling open with a silent scream. his body jerks forward with after shocks, gritting his teeth harshly.

the group walks pass the two of you, chatting around. as if they hadn't passed by you jerking him off under the table. you wondered how they didn't spot you with jinwoo, he wasn't exactly being quiet.

jinwoo shakes his head when you start to pump him again. your fingers still wrapped tightly around him, sensitivity finally catching up to him. "no? just a little harder. please?"

jinwoo squeals quietly as your grip tightens, never giving him the release he desires. he lays the book down, quickly covering his mouth and shoving his face in the crook of your neck.

to anyone else, it would've looked like a crying session. you were rubbing his back, calming him down and jinwoo's body was twitching and trembling from his sobbing...

"now?" he whispers, fingers wrapping around your coat, he takes in your comforting scent as he removes the hand over his mouth, sniffing.

you kiss his forehead, ignoring the sweat on him. "go ahead."

jinwoo tries his best to remain calm, he breathing cutting off shortly and body tensing immediately, cum shooting into your hand. you make sure to cover him well with your long coat. it doesn't take long for jinwoo to go limp in your hand, his breathing relaxing as does his body.

he pulls away from your neck as you raise your come covered hand up, smiling at him. "you don't mind cleaning my hand do you?"

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[manwhamania]

Invincible

It’s hard being as strong as you...

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Word Count: 0.5k

Characters: Sung Jin-woo

Warnings: None

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You’re the strongest person to have ever walked. Sure, you can’t breathe fire, or summon huge swords, or fight… anything, actually. And maybe you sometimes got caught up in the weather, and bad things happen to you from time to time (like that one time you locked yourself out of your own house). Doesn’t stop the fact that you are essentially untouchable.

After all, who can confidently say that they’ve bested the strongest hunter to have ever walked the planet, Sung Jinwoo? Not even Thomas Andre (and that man is a mammoth) could claim it. But you’d done it so easily, so many times despite how weak you are (Thomas could breathe and you’d literally snap in half).

Despite all their claims about how untouchable Sung Jinwoo is, you’ve experienced it firsthand that it’s false. You’ve killed him so many times, and then brought him back to life immediately after. Because you’re that powerful. And Sung Jinwoo keeps coming back for more, for more, for everything you have to offer him because if you abandon him, he’ll disintegrate into nothing.

And your all-consuming, all-encompassing power is the reason for your predicament. He has you backed up against the wall, kissing you with such a fervor, hug almost crushing – if he lets go, you’ll vanish and leave nothing behind. You weren’t in your apartment when he’d returned from his 3-month long siege, and he’d freaked out – not that he’d tell you that, but you can see it in the way his hand cups your face, the untold desperation obvious. Even with the shadow soldier hiding in your shadow, he had to see you with his own eyes.

Beru had wanted to say “hi” but he’d taken one peek at the state you were in and absconded. Something, something, “sorry for interrupting you, your majesty”. And as much as kissing Sung Jinwoo was your reason to live, you also needed to breathe. You leaned back, smiling slightly at the way he chases after your lips like a lost puppy. This sort of power couldn’t be given to the faint of heart and mind – you’re surprised your ego hasn’t skyrocketed through the roof at the fact you have an S-rank hunter at your beck and call.

One kiss, one touch and he’s falling apart in your hands, almost desperate in the way he yearns for your affection. And you’d never leave him wanting, would you? You wouldn’t be the strongest person ever – and the only person to have ever “tamed” someone as strong as Jinwoo if you didn’t give in to his every whim.

“You’re killing me,” he says, breathing into your neck, resolving to crush you in his hug. Not that you mind. He’s joking, coming down from being drunk on you and your taste, the high of the battle couldn’t compare to anything you’ve ever thrown him.

“Sorry about that,” is what a weak person would say, but you simply laugh, throwing your head back and chortling.

“I love you Jinwoo,” is what you say, pulling him into a searing kiss because you want to. It’s hard being so powerful, isn’t it?

[nyashykyunnie]

Comfort

・┆✦ Entry : 005 ✦ ┆・

You're crying again, why is that? Come here, I''ll listen.

Ah, you had an influx of luck? Isn't that a good thing?

No? Why not?

Suddenly you're thrown all these frustrations? You're hopeless?

I see...

You don't want to hear me encouraging you, right?

It's okay

You can cry as much as you need

Do you have to hate the stars? The stars are pretty.

Hm? But such pretty things have wronged you over and over?

You feel as if the world itself is playing a huge prank on you?

You dont have to feel so useless, you dont have to be so critical of yourself

Dont say that, don't say that if getting blessed it means you're about to be slapped by something

Don't reject the good things, don't push away the prettiest things in this world.

If something good happens, accept them. It doesnt always mean that just because something good happens you will be punished.

You're just having the gloomiest days. It's alright.

It's fine, you're in my arms. You're alright, we're alright. I'm here, okay? Just listen to my heartbeat, follow my breathing.

If I could, I would take away all your pain.

But I can't

So I'll keep you right here in my arms

As long as you need me, whenever you need me.

I'll be here for you.

It'll be alright.

It'll be fine.

I'm right here.

You're not alone.

My pretty little thing, don't be so sad anymore. Jinwoo is here.

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧･ﾟ: ~♡ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[qwertyheidi]

past

a solo leveling oneshot (jinwoo x gn!reader)

warning: suicide attempt, cheating

lowercase are intended

you know, i didn't think my life would turn a hundred and eighty degrees after meeting him.

that man, that handsome man. i thought he was perfect. i thought we were gonna grow old together and live a happy life. just that one sense of happiness with him was all i ever wanted. all i wanted.

but here i am. a sad, miserable person.

we met when we were kids. he introduced himself as sung jinwoo. oh, that name. i thought it was a handsome name that partnered with his handsome face.

we were happy kids. we were partners in crime.

"y/n, look! i made a sword!" jinwoo's high pitched voiced rang out in the room, his hands held a sword as he showed it to you. he grinned and said, "now we can raid dungeons together!"

you let out a small laugh, pausing on what ever you were doing. "that's an ugly sword, jinwoo. that would probably make the monsters go after you more!"

"hey! as long as you're with me, we can defeat all of them!"

"all right. we're gonna be the best hunters ever!"

that all changed when jinwoo's father died. that look on his face when they announced it to him. he was so heartbroken. his father was always there for him, always close, and now he was gone.

i remember him going to him, sobbing about how he felt lost. i just comforted, always be there for him and his family. we were teenagers when that happened, for like 13, 14 or so.

you know, he was always talking about dungeons and guild. if you say something that correlates to that, he will immediately open his mouth. i always find that cute.

so when we're adults now, his mother got sick and he and his sister can't afford the money for her treatment. poor jinah, that girl was trying to finish her education and now her one and only parent is sick. i always insisted that i was going to pay for the treatment but jinwoo always decline them.

he then told me he became a hunter.

"congratulations, woo! you must be excited then?" you exclaimed through your phone as you leaned on the kitchen counter.

"not really, but thanks." you blinked your eyes and your face looked slightly concerned. his voice sounded so, hollow, so glum. you took a deep breathe and asked, "woo, are you okay?"

"yeah, i'm fine. just feeling nervous, that's all."

"you'll be fine, woo. just know you're doing it for your family." and for me.

then, that incident happened.

oh, i blamed myself for that. i blamed myself for not being there for him. i was in my apartment, writing for an article. then the phone rang. jinah's voice was shaking, her sniffling went through the phone.

"y/n, jinwoo's in the hospital."

well, i got there as fast as i could. seeing him laying on the hospital bed made me heartbroken knowing that he might've died. and i sat there beside him everyday. everyday until he wakes up. when i see his eyes, i just had this feeling that something in him changed. his eyes looked so cold. so indifferent.

and that, he changed, so was his body and his personality. no longer he was the timid, short jinwoo i knew. he changed but he's still the same. he was cold but still cared for his family. and me.

oh, i remember the day he confessed to me. i thought he was gonna tell me with his cold voice, but he was actually still that timid jinwoo.

"y-y/n, i have so-something to say to yo-you." jinwoo's voice stuttered, he tried to compose himself but that feeling of nervousness still crept up to him.

"is something wrong, woo?" oh that voice of yours, that made him want to melt when you said his name. he cleared and said, "let'sgonadate!" he said it so fast that it made you laughed at his nervousness.

"sure."

"what?"

"i said sure, let's go on a date."

well, that made my life happier than ever. he was so sweet. so perfect. that first date was so perfect, it's still in my mind just resting there. and when he became famous, oh he made sure that i was safe and protected.

that shadow people of his, they were all lovely, and loyal. but, one of them, igris. i was close with him. every raid jinwoo went, igris would be there for me. we would talk and talk and talk until jinwoo come's home. oh, igris was a gentleman.

you were on your desk, typing away. you didn't heard the bedroom door opening as jinwoo walked behind and kissed the back of your neck. "my love, it's already late. you should come to bed now." his deep voice whispered to your ear.

your face went slightly flustered but you continued to type. "i'll be there when i finish this." you said, your voice already sounded so tired so jinwoo slammed your laptop shut and lifted you up.

"hey, let me down now." you shouted at him but you laughed as he attacked you with kisses. "stop, stop! alright, fine. i'll go to bed with you."

"that's more like it, love. i already miss you." he said as he kissed your mouth one last time.

and then i met that woman that jinwoo was working with. cha hae-in. i envy her, and i felt bad for it. she looks so perfect, she was everything that i wanted to be. perfect face, perfect body. i'm so ashamed of myself for it.

i always tell myself that, "y/n, they're just friends. just co-workers who raid dungeons together. they're hunters."

jinwoo cancelled all our dates, he missed our first date anniversary. i waited for him that night. i made sure it was special. and when he came, he excused it that he and hae-in lost time talking to each other. i accepted it, but deep down i was disappointed at him. at my self.

i wasn't supposed see it. i wasn't supposed to see the two of them. i'm already having thoughts of jinwoo and cha hae-in but i always tell it that it's just my insecurity getting the better of me, so i shook it aside.

but i was wrong. i was walking down on the sidewalk, just done getting groceries. and there, i saw a portal, or gates i think that's what they're called. some people in suits were surrounding it. it was blue and bright, like some star that came unto earth.

i saw some people walking out of it, some looked injured and bloody but made it out alive. then jinwoo came out, followed by hae-in. i relieved to see the two of them okay. and they kissed. the two kissed. i tried to tell myself it's not real, that it's just my mind playing tricks on me.

but the sound of a car passing by loudly and a hand pulling me by the shoulder just snapped me out of it. i guess my body controlled itself and decided to tell me that this is just a dream and that maybe getting hit by a car would wake me up from this nightmare.

that day and everyday, i pretended that it didn't happen, for the sake of keeping that man happy and content with his life.

i guess that huge discovery changed me. every raid that man attends, i drink and smoke. cry and just stare at the wall, trying to find some answers on what did i do to make jinwoo do that.

of course, igris was there. he was there watching me indulge in these wretched things that i never find myself doing. oh, he made some attempts to try and stop me but he gave up, and i'm grateful for that.

igris watched as his master's partner light up another cigarette and poured another drink. he saw their eyes red, tears running down on their face. the sound of chopin's nocturne op. 9 no. 2 echoed throughout the apartment.

igris didn't know why this is happening. for the past few months, days, they were happy and now they're drinking their sorrows away. a few minutes later, you went back to the living, yet wearing another clothes as you puffed out a smoke. sitting down on the couch, you called out to igris, "igris, dear, can you sit down beside me?" you soft, hoarse voice compelled him to do so. his large figure almost crushed the couch.

"is something wrong, my liege?"

"oh, igris, i told you to call me by name."

"but my master said-"

you waved your hand at him, "nonsense. we're friends, so it's natural for you to call me by my name." igris just looked at you then nodded. "okay, y/n."

you didn't looked at him but smiled softly. "that's more like it." you sniffed as you pursed your lips. you two didn't talked but it was comforting enough. chopin's music still played on repeat.

"you know," your hoarse voice spoke out. igris turned his head to you. "i'm planning to move away. to the countryside with my parents."

"with master, y/n?" you shook your head. "no. i don't want that man to come with me."

igris heard your voice turned cold, he was concerned as to why is that. "why is that, y/n?"

you poured a drink unto a glass. "that man did a despicable thing." you said, your face looking oh so indifferent as you drank the whole thing. you turned your head to face him and said, "don't tell him that. i don't want him to find me. please, igris." your voice started to shake on your last sentence.

igris was hesitant but decided to agree. for your sake. you rested your head on his body. "i don't know what to do now, igris. i thought we were perfect together. all those memories we had."

"it'll be okay, y/n. i'm here."

"promise you won't leave me?"

"i promise, i'll always be here for you."

oh i'm always be grateful for him. igris was really there for. that, man was really a kind man.

jinwoo was on a business trip for three days. so, i took the liberty to start packing my things. i barely remembered any of my time with jinwoo as i put my clothes in my bag and luggage. i just left all of the things jinwoo gave me. they gave me bad memories about him.

"i'll miss you, igris."

"me too, y/n. be safe on your travels."

the sound of birds chirping outside of your home and water splashing by the lake. you stared at the man in front of you as he write on the paper and you holding a cigarette close to your mouth.

"what really made you go here to talk to me?" your voice snapped out the man from his writing. he looked up and stared at you.

"well, uh, many people are talking about you after hunter sung jinwoo mentioned you in one of his interviews, i guess that made people really curious about you. and also the fact that i heard from my colleagues that you turned down so many reporters."

you puffed out a smoke and let out a deep breathe. "then i guess that makes you special then. you're the first i one i ever let you interview me."

"i, uh, also want to let the whole world know about your personal life and the time of you being together with hunter sung. many people are talking about you being a gold digger because of hunter sung."

"and if i don't talk about my personal life, they'll interpret it as true?" the man just stared at you, his pencil ready to write on his paper. you let out a sigh and added, "my life isn't that much, exciting, to say the least. my parents worked hard for me to have a normal life. they didn't earn that much but i'm always grateful for them. they taught me to cherish things that you worked hard for. jinwoo always gave me expensive things, but i stored them away, never actually using it because i'm guilty for jinwoo. and i tried hard to also give him something, you know?"

"yes, i understand." he started to write on the paper.

"you know, this article of yours will bring you a great deal of attention after you published it."

"well in that case, any advice for me?"

"yes. don't date a man named jinwoo."

he let out a amused chuckle as he continued to write.

"are you afraid that i might cry again?"

"no, i, i see you more likely to scream."

"scream what?"

the man looked at you.

"i deserved better."

[mayaree-darling]

Mayaree Darling’s Complete Masterlist

Contents:

Miscellaneous Writings

Honkai Star Rail Masterlist (NEW)

Genshin Impact Masterlist

Jujustsu Kaisen Masterlist

Kimetsu no Yaiba Masterlist

Last Update: June 07, 2024 (New story under Honkai Star Rail)

Miscellaneous Writings (Last Update: 05/27/24)

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😺 A Roadtrip with Kuroo Tetsurou // Haikyuu (Scenarios)

Only in the Cover of the Night// Sung Jinwoo (Solo Leveling)

Just a Bit of Luck Your Way// Jiyan (Wuthering Waves)

Honkai Star Rail Masterlist (Last Update: 06/07/24)

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🔪 Blade

🔪 Kissing Bleeding Mouths (Blade X StellaronHunter!Reader)

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👑Self Aware Honkai Star Rail AU //HSR Isekai AU

👑 A Never Ending Journey (AkiviliPlayer!Reader) // (Prologue)

Genshin Impact Masterlist (Last Update: 12/18/23)

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👊 Wriothesley

👊 stickers (Wriothesley x Artist!Reader Imagine)

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⛲Neuvillette

⛲Water...Connoisseur? (Neuvillette x Creator!Reader)

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🪶Scaramouche/Wanderer

🪶of scary dog privileges & matcha lattes (Scaramouche x Cutecore!Reader (modern au)

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🐉Zhongli (/Rex Lapis/Morax)

🐉history in the making (Rex Lapis x MuseumGuard!Reader)

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👑 SAGAU (Self Aware Genshin AU)

👑 who’s to say what’s real or fake (FakeGrace!Reader AU)

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🌹Yandere 

🌹 mastermind (Yandere Harbingers x Strategist!Reader)

🌹always watching (Yandere!Scaramouche)

Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist (Last Update: 04/29/22)

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🍬 Satoru Gojo

🍬 Infinite Possibilities (Gojo Satoru x Sorcerer!Reader RQ for anon)

🍬 Isn’t It Lovely (Gojo Satoru x SixEyes!Reader RQ for Cake anon)

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⛩ Ryomen Sukuna

Puppet Show (Sukuna x Vessel!Reader Compilation)

⛩ Annoying Brat (Sukuna x Vessel!Reader)

⛩ A Curse Left Behind (Sukuna x Vessel!Reader)

A Small Piece of You (A Curse Left Behind Extra)

⛩ Consequences Be Damned (Sukuna x Sorcerer!Reader)

⛩ Somewhere Only We Know (Sukuna x Reincarnated!Reader RQ for ReincAnon)

⛩ Soul Company (Sukuna x Foreinger!Reader RQ for flowersgirl02)

⛩ Like Warmth to the Freezing (Sukuna x Sacerdos!Reader)

⛩ Bite Me (Vampire!Sukuna x Reader for robinaxolotl)

⛩ Don’t Look at Me (Sukuna x Reincarnated(?)Reader for fyown-writes)

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🐺 Megumi Fushiguro

🐺 Bunny Kisses (Megumi Fushiguro x (GN!)Reader)

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Headcanons/Imagines/Scenarios

🍬Gojo Satoru Headcanon: Physical Affection

⛩ Headcanons for Sukuna and S/O Reader (HC)

⛩ Sukuna and a Sassy Reader (Crack HC)

Intertwined (Hand Holding with Megumi/Gojo/Itadori RQ for gipsyd)

⛩ Sukuna x Reader Actor AU

⛩ Sukuna on a Roller Coaster (RQ for blair-stuff)

Vessel!Reader Imagines 

⛩ Can Sukuna feel period cramps from a Vessel!Reader (Crack HC)

⛩ Sukuna Getting Sick w/ Vessel!Reader (Crack HC)

⛩ Sukuna and a Dense(& Sensual) Vessel!Reader (Crack HC)

⛩ Foodie Sukuna and Vessel!Reader (RQ for anon)

⛩ Vessel!Reader, Yuuji and Sukuna (RQ for anon)

Kimetsu no Yaiba Masterlist (Last Update: 08/19/21)

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🌕 Giyuu Tomioka

🌕The Sun Shines for You and the Moon Does, Too (Giyuu x SunPillar!Reader)

🌕 We Stopped Growing Up When We Were Still Kids Duology (Oblivious!Giyuu x Oblivious!Reader RQ for kaeeth32)

Give What Love You Can Give... (pt.1)

...And Take What Love You Deserve (pt.2)

🌕Blue Was the Color of Our Blessing (Dad!Giyuu x Mom!Reader RQ for anon)

🌕Before There Was Blue, It Was Just Me and You ( FutureDad!Giyuu x PregnantWife!Reader RQ for anon)

🌕Feeling A Bit Under the Weather (Giyuu x Sick!Reader RQ for quirrrky)

🌕 It’s Not Like Before Anymore (Giyuu x Medic!Reader RQ for aliaisreal and anon)

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❀ Yoriichi Tsugikuni

❀ Never a Dull Moment With You Around (Yoriichi x FlowerPillar!Reader)

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Headcanons/Imagines/Scenarios

🌕Giyuu Tomioka Dating Headcanons

🌕Giyuu Tomioka x Bully(ish)!Reader (Giyuu Scenario RQ for anon)

☀ Kamaboko Squad w/ a Same Personality Reader (HCs)

🌕You and Giyuu’s One Year Anniversary (RQ for anon)

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Collabs

We’ll Do It All Over Again (Modern/Reincarnation AU collab w/ krabstick32)

🌕 It Took Us a While, But We’re Home Now ( Reincarnated!Giyuu x Reincarnated!Reader by fluffy-mayari)

🌕 It’s the Little Things We Remember ( Hashira!Giyuu x Hashira!Reader  by krabstick32)

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🌙 Disclaimer: Characters are not mine and belong to their respective creators. Their portrayal is merely my own interpretation of them and may not be accurate to their intended characterization. I stake no claim to the original works, only to the ideas and plot of the fictitious stories I’ve written them into.

[nyashykyunnie]

˗ˏˋ Yandere! Sung Jinwoo x Best Friend! Reader ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

・┆✦ Entry : 024 ✦ ┆・

‼️[ TW: stalking, obsession, gaslighting(?), gore, body horror, BLOOD, yandere Jinwoo au ]

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅ Cai Bot Link ♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

╰┈➤ ❝ [ Wherever you go, I'm always right there even if you try to hide ] ¡! ❞

"You're just imagining things" Jinwoo says, his nonchalant grey eyes glancing up at you. "You just don't sleep enough."

That's what he always says whenever you rant about the nagging feeling of several eyes watching you.

And you, being the stupid fool that you are— Believed his words.

Jinwoo is a smart and logical person, he's always able to make things just make sense.

So you never really questioned anything whenever he drops his opinion.

But of course, your instincts were never really wrong in the first place.

The itching terror crawling beneath your skin whenever you're alone, the weird chills tickling your spine when you walk in a dark place— It wasn't just your imagination.

The culprit?

He's staring right at right your face with those casual grey orbs.

Jinwoo has placed a bunch of shadows to trail you around, ten maybe 20,... Maybe. Who knows how many he has really placed?

Oh but one thing was for sure, there's at least two of his most powerful line of shadows safeguarding you.

Their duties were two simple orders: Make sure you are safe and sound and eliminate all forms of danger.

Eliminate All Forms Of Danger.

Sure, it could be just some bugs you're terrified of, or making sure you dont come across any dangerous plants along your way.

But their most important task was to murder anyone who tried too hard to come close.

Jinwoo was normally level-headed, he can take seeing you talking to someone else for at least 2 minutes, 5 when he's in a really good mood.

Past ten?

Hah.

'That fucker better start counting his hours' was the only thing ringing inside Jinwoo's head.

He was a jealous man, he'd be quiet but his gaze would grow darker. His ebony locks hovering over his steely gaze, his tongue pushing his inner cheek out as he tries to hold his temper, his foot tapping the floor impatiently as he counts the seconds the bastard went pass ten minutes.

78 seconds.

Jinwoo counted exactly 78 seconds when the conversation finished and your attention would return to him.

Immediately, that hard expression on him would go gentle.

He became quite the actor no thanks to you. jinwoo doesn't want you to have a peek of what he truly is as a person.

Though you were best friends, Jinwoo was a bit handsy with you. Just a bit.

His fingers lightly brushing against your fingers, your cheeks, mostly your ears actually.

Why?

Everyone reacts a certain way when their ear gets tickled.

And he reveled in the shudders and yelps you give him whenever he teases you.

The more you gave him your many expressions, the more and more he drowns in the black hole that is you.

Whatever you do, even the littlest things, his instincts would suddenly go haywire.

Mostly he wants to cherish you, pamper you, baby you like the adorable thing that you are.

Other times? Jinwoo wants to break you apart. Watch you sob, wrists bound, legs incapable of moving— He wanted to imprison you in the land of eternal death. Have you rot in his domain where he wouldn't worry about anyone or anything else breathing the same air as you other than him.

He wanted to love you and break you, and he knew that well. Jinwoo knew of his adoration and destructiveness when it comes to loving you.

You were really like a black hole, sucking him into the void and drowning him in a sea of emotions he never can quite understand.

Perhaps the system had really screwed him up in the head.

The pressure of being a monarch, of protecting this world, of being a vessel of war for several years— He had become twisted and completely paranoid to the point that he just wants control on everything.

And he wanted complete control of you too.

But he stopped himself, several times, he stopped himself.

Jinwoo tried to cut himself off of your life, to delete your memories of him.

But whenever he tried to he could never do it.

Everytime he did, he would just get frustrated and never finish the job.

The more he tries, the deeper he falls into the abyss that is you.

And now here he is,...

Alone in an alleyway, with the beating rain above his head, the water droplets gently dripping off of his black locks. His hand was bloodied as he held the head he had brutally ripped off of the bastard that dared to go pass the ten minute limit. The mangled corpse on the floor had organs spilling out with exactly 78 cuts on it's skin so deep it must have sliced the bone too.

And just like always, you're a witness to this hell.

Scream, cry, throw up— Whatever you do, you would just draw an amused smirk on Jinwoo's handsome features.

His lips would scrunch up on one side, his eyes glowing an ominous color of monarch violet as he lightly tips his head to one side. The stench of blood permeates through the air as the crimson liquid pooled and spread along with the puddles beneath your feet. Everything was now much more terrifying than what it was earlier

You wanted to run, you were afraid of whatever demon that is in front of you.

But Jinwoo wouldn't give you that chance, after all, he is suddenly in front of you— Right at your face.

His eyes were so out of it even though they are focused on yours.

The blood splatters on him was bone-chilling and sickening and yet somehow it made him more handsome.

Jinwoo is always wearing an empty and bored gaze, and yet somehow this psychotic side of him was alluring and dreamy.

Like a fragrant poison you knew would kill but attracted you even still.

"Sssh" Jinwoo purrs sweetly, cradling your face with one hand and then lightly kissing your lips for a short while. "I only did what I needed to do."

" You just listen to me like you always did and forget this ever happened like we've always done"

Forget? Forget how—

Suddenly, your body would go limp and he would catch you. An arm gently wrapped around your waist as he cradles your sleeping form.

Jinwoo would chuckle, pressing another light kiss on your lips,... then your forehead, your temple, your cheek, and once again your lips.

He held the kiss a little while longer.

He loved that expression on your face to be honest, how it scrunch up in terror and disgust. How you would pale oh-so immediately that he can't help but be giddy and want to kiss your pretty little face over and over— Smothering you like the lovely little thing you are.

He has done this so many times.

First, it was some people getting too close.

Second, it was your friends.

Third, these random people who would talk to you for more than ten minutes.

Time and time again, he would bloody his hands for selfish reasons.

Jinwoo wants to be the apple of your eye just as you are to him.

After all, he lovingly placed a legion of shadows in you so that he could watch you the second you are away from his physical body.

"God, I love you so much" He'd whisper, his lips against your hair as he inhales your scent in.

. . . . . . . . .

"Hey," Jinwoo casually greets you the next morning at school, your cute expression in a complete daze from having your memories wiped once again the night prior. "It's a long weekend after today, how about I take you out to dinner?"

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧･ﾟ: ~♡ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[nyashykyunnie]

˗ˏˋ One-Sided Love: In Which, you realize Jinwoo was always for Hae-In ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

・┆✦ Entry : 016 ✦ ┆・

‼️[tw: self-deprecation, depression, hanahaki disease, hurt, no-comfort, pure angst, death]‼️

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅ Part 1 || Part Two ♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

╰┈➤ ❝ [ That boy was your star; but she was his sun] ¡! ❞

You stood there motionless as your eyes watched Jinwoo embrace lips that weren't yours. He was kissing Hae-in with such love. You couldn't feel anything, you couldn't shed a tear nor could you say anything. You just stood there with an empty expression.

Of course he chose her, she was always in his mind, in his heart, beyond heavens and beyond the clouds. It was her.

You were only his friend, a temporary entertainment. A tool to kill time. Your laughs and smiles, as genuine as they were Jinwoo didn't care. He just listened to you because he never had the energy to push you away, so he let you be.

My god, he should've pushed you away. He should've ignored your existence. If he did, you wouldn't have given hope. You wouldn't have clung onto a sliver of faith that he might choose you. It would've been mercy if he had just pushed you away,... But he didn't.

Now here you are, dumbfoundedly glancing over the blossoming of pure love. He was smiling at her.

"Ah....He's Beautiful..." You thought to yourself as you watched those loving grey eyes that looked at her with such endearment, with such passion, with such love that you hoped would be towards you. But no, it wasn't.

Could you blame Jinwoo? No. No you couldn't. She was so vibrant after all, a blinding sunshine that anyone would've loved.

Unlike you, you who is useless. The gloomy, the stupid one, the delusional idiot who thought you could've had a chance.

You weren't even the unfortunate second lead. No, no, no. You are too arrogant to think so. You were never a choice to begin with.

So you turned on your heel and walked away. Did you cry behind closed doors? Did you scream your heart out that night? Did you scratch your skin? Did you bite your lip until it bled? Did you cry and cry until your eyes couldn't shed tears? Who cares.

Not Jinwoo, obviously. He has his Hae-in. Why would he care about your measly existence? The boy didn't even notice when you suddenly distanced yourself, when you suddenly cut off communication, when you stopped sharing your snacks with him, when you stopped greeting him good morning, when you suddenly go home without telling him goodbye. You just withdrew yourself, and he never batted an eye. He was too busy. You're not that important, you prick.

Petals would suddenly come out of your mouth, such pretty flowers stained with your disgusting blood. The crimson red liquid shines against such vibrant petals. You truly didn't deserve such kindness to be able to cough out such beautifully-miserable things.

Your heart would bleed everyday, it was so heavy and painful and it only fuels whenever you see Jinwoo with Hae-in. God did it hurt. But damnit was he so beautiful whenever he smiles so radiantly. The smile that you could never bring out of him, the twinkle in his eyes that never belonged to you. He was just so radiant, he was your star. You loved him like the ocean.

So with a blank smile, you truly embraced your existence as a ghost until you had separated for college. But despite that, your longing continues to sprout uncontrollably and soon enough you would be puking petals left and right. You tried to forget but really, you love him more than life itself.

You could have the petals removed, but in exchange you would lose your memories of him. You didn't want that. Every pretty smile of his, every chuckle he gave, every second you spent with him— You loved every single one of it. So you chose the hard path, you chose to endure.

Like the masochistic fool you were

You loved him so dangerously that you are blindingly throwing your life away. Humans were fools to begin with anyway. Justifying everything for the sake of so-called "Love" just for the hell of it.

And at the ripe age of 19, you died in your deathbed foolishly thinking 'It's all in the name of Love.' But at what cost?

At what cost did you sacrifice your life for a man who forgot about your existence the second you pulled away?

At what cost did you sacrifice your life for someone who never cared to begin with? Jinwoo didn't even remember your existence until Beru asked about you out of a whim.

Jinwoo did try contacting your number but to no avail, so to do it in an easy way. He used his powers that came with being a monarch. The darkness engulfed his body and transported to where you were.

Your Grave.

He stared blankly at your tombstone. Emotions he didn't know would spring up suddenly washed over him and all he could feel was despair as he thought about how you looked at your final days. Did anyone see you in your final moments? What were your last words? He could never know.

Jinwoo felt guilty. Guilty at how he just ignored you. But what would his guilt do? What would his pathetic apologies do?

So with a heavy heart, he disappeared again, and returned with a bouquet of flowers. The flowers you always talked about. The flowers that made you smile so radiantly.

It is his first, and his final gift to you.

The you who is no longer by his side. He bids you a farewell, a farewell he never thought he would do. For a friend.

"Goodbye, may your dreams be pleasant as you drift in purgatory. May your soul rest. I'm sorry."

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧･ﾟ: ~♡ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[nyashykyunnie]

˗ˏˋ Sung Jinwoo Boyfriend Hcs: Part 2 ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

・┆✦ Entry : 015 ✦ ┆・

a/n: ya'll can stop mopping around sobbing cuz of the prev post so have some fluff and get rid of those tears. Credits to my mootie manawari for new ideas heheh

╰┈➤ ❝ [ I have to have you. I have to. I love you too much.] ¡! ❞

The type of boyfriend who takes you out on study dates. As much as he loves you being lazy and unproductive, Jinwoo prefers gently pushing you to have decent grades, but really, it's all just an excuse to have you spend more time with him.

If he wants to spend time with you, he would just make various excuse to have you come out of your home just like,

"My clothes are too small, help me pick out?" Instead, he buys you clothes as you help him pick outfits that suit him. "I'm hungry, so let's go out." He just wants to bring you to delicious restaurants so you can eat a lot and be a little chubbier. He loves you thicker and plumper after all. "My phone broke down so lets go to the mall after school" He does buy one for himself but he also gets one for you no matter how new your current phone is.

Cuddles? Oh he definitely is the touchy type behind closed doors. You could be peacefully passing by him to fetch your charger and then all of the sudden his strong arm would yank you out of balance and immediately tuck you into his embrace. Does he move? Nope. Brat even falls asleep in an instant just so you really cant get out of his hold.

Well to be fair, he is much more bearable unlike in the mornings where he really traps you in his hold. He would be sprawled around in bed, his strong arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you there no matter how much you complain and whine that you want to get up. He will, however, get up once you mention you are hungry. He picks you up sleepily and proceeds to make you both breakfast despite the fact that he is carrying you. Clingy boyfriends will be clingy boyfriends.

Jinwoo is a relatively quiet person, he prefers listening to you ramble around. While you babble on and on, he sneakily gives his hand to you so you can play with it. Poke his palms, trace his scars, and Jinwoo will close his eyes sweetly while relaxing into your playful fidgeting.

When he is feeling a little more playful, Jinwoo would suddenly wrap you in a blanket and turn you into a burrito so he could cuddle you tighter.

Jinwoo absolutely loves pampering you. Whether it'd be with his playful touches, his teasing, or him cooking your favourite meals— He does his best to show you how much he loves you.

But of course, Jinwoo has his own clingier side. Like the fact that he often leans down to you and opens his mouth lazily so you can feed him. He also adores resting on your lap and having his head snuggled up on your tummy whilst you fiddle around with his fluffy black hair.

Most people would call him a black cat from the way he carries himself. But you yourself know that he is a puppy in disguise. Always following you around like a tail, seeking your pokes and touches. Looking for playfulness.

He loves having your warm palms cup and squish his cheeks, he loves it when you compare hand sizes, he loves it when he carries you on his back, he loves every little thing you do.

If asked why he chose you out of everyone else, he simply says thus:

"Because I couldn't choose anyone else. I needed you. I needed to have you. I needed to be the one to love you."

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧･ﾟ: ~♡ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[nyashykyunnie]

I saw your jinwoo Drabble about the two heartbeats and I raise you this: cuddling up to jinwoo one night and pressing your ear against his chest, trying to melt into him while listening to his heartbeats. You can’t see it, but his ears and neck are pink, a subtle blush he can’t contain. He’s delighted by your closeness and worried that you’d find his two hearts appalling. But you’re just nuzzling away, your fingers kissing adoration on any bare skin you could find, your lips whispering words of devotion and Jinwoo- every fraction of him: the weak, the strong, and the frightening Other- is suddenly so painfully in love with you.

Sung Jinwoo! Two Hearts x Gn! Reader: Twice To Love You More

a/n: I normally go by "first come, first serve" but I badly need Jinwoo comfort scenes that are in my head so aaaa. yes. ty anonnie for requesting this, my burnt out brain desperately needs this. I just need Jinwoo in general whEezE

TW !!! : Body Horror(?), Multiple Organs

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

・┆✦ Entry : 006 ✦ ┆・

﹢　˖    　✦      ¸ .　﹢　 ° 　¸.    ° ˖ ･ ·̩　　 ｡　☆.     　﹢　˖    　✦      ¸ .

He was anxious. Really anxious.

Once he felt you snuggle up to him, you hear his two hearts suddenly pound madly.

Jinwoo was so nervous that he could hear it drumming in his ears.

The lump on his throat kept moving. His hand was even stiff as it rested on your shoulder.

He doesn't say anything. Jinwoo doesn't know how to.

But when he saw your face, god your face, that beautiful face of yours...

That face of yours that is so delighted, so satisfied, so at home.

You're not frightened of him, not even the slightest.

It's a little confusing on his part really, after all... A human with two hearts, isn't it quite terrifying?

Jinwoo is considered as a monster with that.

But to you? No. He isn't.

Your Jinwoo is beautiful, even in his imperfections.

Even with the scars, the horrific slashes, those so called "Spoils Of Wars" of his many deaths and injuries.

Jinwoo is Perfect.

Slowly, slowly you can hear his hearts calm down. Creating a symphony that makes you melt.

Who knew that hearing two heartbeats at the same time could be so... Therapeutic?

His two hearts represented who he is as a person: One heart given to him at his birth, the heart that shows he is Sung Jinwoo, the Jinwoo that loves his family, the Jinwoo that is good and human. The other heart, a heart of black, representing his monstrosity, the heart that proves that he is the shadow monarch. The harbinger of destruction, the monarch slayer, the heart that is proof of his divinity.

Yet, in the same time, these hearts belonged to you.

Jinwoo has given up his existence to you. His purpose is to love you.

Two hearts just means there’s more of him for you to love.

More of him to dedicate to you.

His strength, his weakness, all of it is for you.

These two hearts beats for you.

All of him, may it be Sung Jinwoo, the Shadow Monarch— He is yours.

All that he is, you adore him.

How did he necome so lucky to have someone as innocent and loving as you?

His hearts churn, stirred at how you just love him despite the fact that he is not totally human anymore

”I love you.” Jinwoo mutters as he rubs his nose on your hair, inhaling your lovely scent.

Those three words may be simple, but those three words held a thousand words. Thousands of words dedicated to you.

The you who loves him no matter who he is, the you he wishes to cherish forevermore.

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧･ﾟ: ~♡ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.