#yoon gwi-nam

[k1mbe3rly]

hii..pls gwi-nam twt links..👅

even more of a need🤤🤤

Yoon gwi nam twitter links

backshots

he wants you real bad

fucking you with your skirt on

he took you home

bouncing on him in the back seat

fingering you

after school he couldn’t wait till his parents left, so he fucked you with your uniform on while covering your mouth

fucking you after you tried helping someone he beat up

eating you out roughy

[quack-quack-snacks]

The Star Crossed Masterlist

Lee Su-hyeok x Fem!Yoon!Reader

Author's Notes: For the sake of fanfiction - and this applies to all of my aouad stories unless stated otherwise - we shall make it so that Gwi-nam never sexually assaulted/harassed Eun-ji and neither did his friend group because what they did WAS SA/SH and I feel like so many people gloss over that fact. They have never SA/SH anyone and are just regular bullies who just harass and beat people up normally. In this story, Gwi-nam and his friends are all seniors instead of juniors as I’m pretty sure they were juniors in the show.  Warnings: Violence, zombies, slight bully!Su-Hyeok in the beginning, (maybe) ooc Gwi-nam, extra extra fluffy fluff, (more to be added as the story progresses)

My Navigation and Masterlist

My All Of Us Are Dead Masterlist

Being an outcast based off of the boy you are the younger sister of for the entirety of your high school experience has been a roller coaster of emotions. Even more so when you include the fact that the only person who doesn’t treat you differently is the ex friend and fellow bully of your older brother. When the zombie apocalypse begins, when feelings arise and friendships are made, you begin to realize life isn’t as bad as you thought it would be. Funny how you only learned that while the world was ending.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10 Postponed until further notice - please don’t ask about updates! (:

[jalicefanficblog]

Bloodshot Love

Your Boyfriend Yoon Gwi-nam promised to keep you safe. Even when the World is facing a Virus and Chaos breaks out at School, your Aein - would keep his Promise. A Promise to keep the Flame of your Bloodshot Love alive.

"….we have to stick together and…..request help, the military will be here soon….for sure!" - the nervous chatter of your classmates echoed unnaturally loudly in your ears and you made yourself a little smaller in the corner of the classroom…..everything was so loud and the transformed high school students were thumping loudly in the hallway, you could hear heavy groans and moans. Couldn't your classmates just shut up for a minute?

You weren't usually so sensitive, to the sounds of the outside world, but since this chaos had broken out, everything seemed so unbearably confused and confusing….the panicked screams of the other high school students, still echoed up to the classroom…..like cursed death screams of damnation that would only underscore a scene from a horror zombie film.

Fuck.

"Don't you want to help? We have to strengthen the barrier to the classroom!" - Lee Na-yeon's derogatory voice circled above you like a damn bird of prey.

"Huh?" - you said monotonously and you didn't even bother to look up…it was no secret that you didn't get along well with Na-yeon…and with most of the other students in the class…you were more of an outsider…it's hard to make friends because of your insecure nature…you're not popular and most of your classmates just get on your nerves.

"Am I speaking fucking Spanish? Move your ass and help the others, bitch!" - Na-yeon hissed so clearly that there was silence for a moment…wait…if you made it here with your classmates then…oh no!

"The other students in the hallways, corridors and classrooms… they're safe too, right?!", you said uncertainly as you stood up… and ignored Na-yeon's bitch look, you stumbled over to the class representative and repeated your question. Your gaze bored into Nam-ra's eyes, almost nervous and panicked.

"We don't know if… others were able to get to safety…"

These words hit you like a slap in the face.

"My boyfriend is still out there… I have to look for him!", you blurted out and wanted to run to the door, which was just being reinforced by the boys pushing chairs and tables forward.

"That freak… two of them have found each other!", Na-Yeon mocked and you gave her an angry look.

"Wait… you're together with Gwi-Nam?"

"These victims are like flies on cow shit!"

"What do we know about her? She speaks even less than our other outsiders!"

"YOU can't just run away now! There are infected people everywhere and we have to make sure… that we survive and contact help!"

Your eyes flash angrily when some of your classmates say something against you or your friend.

Of course Gwi-Nam was considered a bully and an outsider… but that's exactly what brought you together… that and a little bit of Cupid's arrow… you feel safe with Gwi-Nam and he would do anything to protect you… you would do the same the other way around… you love him so much and can't believe what some of your classmates are saying… you shouldn't risk your life to look for your boyfriend… who is probably being attacked and injured by zombies out there? What kind of logic is that?

"Let me go! Gwi-Nam is probably already looking for me!" - you scream and try to push past one of the boys. All you want right now is… to find your partner and escape into a hug from him (and maybe feel his arm wrapped around your upper body!)

But your attempts were thwarted and when it came to escaping from the school building to the outside, it happened…..some zombies tried to attack you and you were separated from the group…..running for your life…..trying to find a safe place and not get bitten.

On the stairs down to the school entrance hall, you were just able to pull your right foot out of the hands of a zombie and only had two thoughts…..one….where the hell is the person who has been most important to you for several months….and thought number 2….where is a safe place to…

"Aaaah!", you were grabbed from behind and tried desperately to defend yourself against the cold, blood-stained hands….but the zombie held you tight and you felt the breath on your skin….shit….that creature is about to bite you…..

"Keep your hands off my girl!", - the aggressive tone followed by a knocking sound.

Just a few moments later, the zombie lets go of you and your friend's hands grab you by the shoulders and pull you to your feet.

"Gwi-Nam!" you exclaim, throwing yourself around his neck and then kissing him on the mouth.

You don't mind the taste of blood or the fact that the scent of your Gwi-Nam is a little different….the feeling of security as he pulls you closer to him and as his hands wander down to your hips before he reaches for your right hand to hold it…is still the same.

"Let's get out of here!"

And you've never been happier to hear those words and to be able to hug your friend…alive…somehow again.

"I'm so glad…that you're not dead! A world without you would be…"

"Boring? Crap? You have to deal with those nerds?"

"Exactly… tell me… will the kiss make me a zombie or… hybrid?"

"Let's find out! Two is better than one!"

And while some zombies around you wanted to launch another attack on you, Gwi-Nam made an almost growling noise that was more like the zombies than any human sound… and…

and kissed you so passionately as if it were the last time he would be allowed to put his lips on yours.

Like a sealing kiss, for your Bloodshot Love.

THE END

[marvelwizardz]

The fact that everyone who survived All Of Us Are Dead had to lose the person one of the most important people them in order to make it is devastating.

[luvingjeanie]

MY DRAFTS GOT DELETED!!! I HAD A GWI-NAM FIC READY TO POST💔💔💔

[bed-wed-behead-your-fave]

Yoon Gwi-Nam from “All Of Us Are Dead” (TV show)

[carnalcrows]

DETENTION - GWINAM

pairing: yoon gwi nam x top male reader

synopsis: The real infection here is horniness pt.4 ( i am running out of caption ideas pls help me)

content warnings: 18+, semi-public sex (?), no apocalypse AU, dry humping, anal, reader is the school president

word count: 1.3k

The school hallways were mostly empty, save for the occasional echo of a rushed student or the muffled chatter from classrooms. But near the lockers, that peace was utterly destroyed by none other than Yoon Gwi-nam and his pack of glorified background characters—Jae-ho and Min-jae.

They had some poor kid cornered, Gwi-nam’s voice full of that cocky, drawling amusement as he pushed his victim up against the metal, making some smartass remark that had his minions laughing on cue.

You weren’t having it.

“Hey,” your voice cut through the noise, sharp and demanding, making all three freeze like deer caught in headlights.

Gwi-nam turned, eyes narrowing when he saw you. His posture didn’t change, but there was a flicker of something in his expression—annoyance, maybe? Resentment? Or just the instinctive urge to challenge anyone who thought they could talk down to him?

“What?” he drawled, turning slightly to face you, shoulders loose, cocky smirk already forming. “School president’s got somethin’ to say? Gonna give me a lecture?”

You exhaled slowly, stepping forward until you were right in front of him. He didn’t back up. Neither did you.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked, voice steady. “What, picking on people makes you feel big?”

Gwi-nam’s expression twitched, but he didn’t lose that arrogant smirk. “Yeah, actually,” he said, tilting his head. “What, you wanna try it? Bet it’d look real funny seeing you act all tough.”

Jae-ho and Min-jae chuckled behind him, but you ignored them completely, eyes locked onto Gwi-nam’s.

You sighed, then—fast as a whip—grabbed him by the collar and slammed him back against the lockers. The metal rattled loudly, echoing down the hallway. Jae-ho and Min-jae immediately shut up, wide-eyed, but didn’t make a move to help their so-called leader.

Gwi-nam let out a sharp grunt, hands instinctively coming up to shove you away, but you were stronger than he expected. Your grip stayed firm, forearm pressing against his chest. His breath hitched for half a second—not in fear, but surprise. He hadn’t thought you had it in you.

You leaned in, dropping your voice. "You’re all talk, aren’t you?" Your breath was warm against his ear. "But I know what kind of guy you really are."

Gwi-nam tensed. "The hell’s that supposed to mean?" he hissed, voice just barely steady.

"You act tough, but the second someone stands up to you, you fold." You smirked, pressing him harder against the lockers. "Like right now."

His jaw clenched, nostrils flaring, but he didn’t have a comeback. His hands curled into fists, gripping the fabric of your blazer, but he didn’t push you off.

“Apologize,” you said.

Gwi-nam scoffed. “The fuck?”

You yanked his head back by his hair. His breath hitched audibly this time, neck arching slightly. His hands twitched where they gripped your blazer.

"Say. You’re. Sorry," you repeated, slow and firm.

For the first time, Gwi-nam hesitated. His pride and instincts were at war. He hated this—hated being told what to do, hated how you weren’t scared of him. And yet, his body wasn’t moving away.

Jae-ho and Min-jae looked so uncomfortable, shifting awkwardly like they didn’t know whether to intervene or run.

“Alright, fine,” Gwi-nam bit out, voice tight. His teeth were clenched like the words physically pained him. “I’m fucking sorry. Happy now, boss?"

You let out a soft hum, tilting your head as you let go of his hair. "See? That wasn’t so hard."

His glare was deadly, but he didn’t fight it.

You turned to the kid he’d been bullying. “Go,” you said. “You’re good.”

The kid didn’t need to be told twice. He practically bolted, sparing one last glance at Gwi-nam, then disappearing around the corner.

Min-jae awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. “Uh, we’ll—uh—catch up with you later, man.”

Jae-ho gave Gwi-nam a look before mumbling something under his breath and following Min-jae down the hall, leaving the two of you alone.

The silence was heavy.

Gwi-nam rolled his jaw, flexing his hands before glaring at you. “Hope you feel real fucking proud of yourself,” he muttered.

You gave him a once-over, then grabbed his wrist.

“Hey—?!” He barely had time to react before you dragged him down the hall, pushing open the door to an empty classroom and shoving him inside.

The second the door clicked shut, he whirled on you. “What the hell is your prob—”

You had him against the wall before he could finish.

This time, the silence was different.

Gwi-nam’s breath was uneven, his head tilted back slightly against the wall as you crowded into his space. The tension was thick—but not the kind of tension that led to a fight. Not anymore.

You could see it in the way his lips parted slightly, the way his pupils had dilated just a little. He liked this—he just didn’t want to admit it.

"You like being put in your place, don’t you?" you murmured, watching the way his throat bobbed.

His jaw clenched. "Fuck off."

But he wasn’t pushing you away.

You tilted your head. “Then why aren’t you stopping me?”

He sucked in a breath, but still—no answer.

Your smirk widened. "Yeah. That’s what I thought."

And then you kissed him.

It was rough. You weren’t giving him a choice, and he wasn’t taking one. His mouth opened under yours before he could think better of it, teeth clashing, breath uneven.

It was sloppy—desperate, hot, full of the kind of tension that had been bubbling beneath the surface for months. His hands finally moved, gripping at your shirt, tugging you closer.

He growled against your mouth when you bit down on his lower lip, yanking at his hair again. His hips twitched forward before he could stop himself.

“Shit,” he mumbled, half against your lips, half under his breath.

You grinned. "You like this."

He didn’t answer.

But the way his breath came faster, the way his hips kept shifting ever so slightly against yours—yeah. You knew.

You ran a hand down his chest, slipping under the hem of his shirt just slightly. His skin was hot, muscles tensing under your touch.

His eyes fluttered shut for half a second—just long enough for you to grind against him, making him gasp.

"Fuck," he hissed, grip tightening on your clothes.

You chuckled against his lips, slow and deliberate as you rolled your hips against his again. He was panting now, forehead resting against yours, trying to keep himself together.

"Still wanna act all tough?" you murmured, dragging your lips down his jaw, then his neck.

His response was a low, strangled noise—half a growl, half a groan—as his fingers dug into your back.

—

Gwi-nam was a wreck.

His breath hitched, his fingers grasping at your blazer like it was the only thing keeping him upright. His usual arrogance, his defiance—it was gone. All that remained was the mess you’d turned him into, his body betraying him in ways he’d never let anyone else see.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear, your voice slow, teasing. "You think you’re tough now, huh?"

A choked noise left his throat—something between a whimper and a groan.

You rolled your hips again, drawing another desperate noise from him, and smirked. "I thought you wanted it rough, love. Can’t you take it?"

Gwi-nam’s grip tightened—not in control, but in surrender. His forehead thumped against your shoulder, his breathing ragged, his body reacting to the way your cock slipped in and out of his hole, hitting his sweet spot with almost every thrust.

"Shit, shit, shit—" His voice was nothing but a broken murmur now, his pride shattered under your hands.

You chuckled, enjoying this—enjoying him like this. "That’s what I thought."

And just when things were reaching their peak—when he was fully lost in you, when the only sounds in the room were his breathy moans and the way you were wrecking him—

click.

The door unlocked.

Neither of you moved.

Neither of you breathed.

The handle twitched like someone was testing it—but then, after a second, they hesitated.

You swore you heard a muttered, "Nope. Not dealing with that."

And then, silence.

You exhaled a laugh, barely even phased. "Guess they know better than to interrupt."

Gwi-nam groaned, burying his burning face into your shoulder. "Shut up."

You just smirked. "Make me."

This was going to be a long fucking day.

© carnalcrows on tumblr. Please do not steal my works as I spend time, and I take genuine effort to do them.

[avsarchivez]

Gwi-nam with y/n who’s one of the Hyosan high school cheerleaders???

GAME ON

Yoon Gwi-nam x fem!reader

SUMMARY: You just wanted to go home after a game, this was the last thing you expected.

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WARNINGS: cursing, smut, unprotected sex, choking, gwinam is mean asf obviously, name calling, no aftercare

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A/N: sorry anon if this wasn’t exactly what you wanted but i loved this idea as a former cheerleader myself!!!

You stood on the sidelines, your green, black, and white uniform accentuating your form as you cheered for the team, lacking enthusiasm.

What you didn’t notice was a stalking pair of eyes lingering in the shadows, watching with unsettling intensity.

Yoon Gwi-nam, the notorious bully of Hyosan High School, a figure dreaded by many, fixed his gaze upon you, his stare tracing your every movement with a disturbing focus.

—

The final whistle blew moments later, finally signaling the end of the game. As your teammates began to gather their belongings, you exhaled deeply, the weight of exhaustion settling over you.

You slung your bag over your shoulder, the cool night air hitting your skin as the crowd began to thin out. The chatter of your teammates faded while you made your way toward the locker rooms inside of the school.

You grabbed the last of your stuff from your locker, shoving it into your bag before stepping out into the dimly lit hallway.

“Going somewhere?” A low voice cut through the quiet. You didn’t even need to turn to know who it belonged to.

“Oh, fuck me.” you muttered under your breath, irritation flaring up as you stopped in your tracks.

“I could.” he shot back, and you could practically hear the smug grin curling his lips.

You spun around, eyes narrowing as you faced him. “Fuck off, Gwi-nam. I’m not in the mood for your shit tonight.”

His gaze slid down your frame, slow and deliberate, lingering on your chest before dragging back up to meet your glare. He didn’t even try to hide it—didn’t care to.

“That’s not very nice,” he said, a mocking edge to his tone as he let out a low chuckle. “Hurts my feelings, you know.” The laugh told you everything—he was eating this up, thriving on your reaction.

You crossed your arms, jaw clenching. “What do you want from me?”

His smirk deepened, eyes glinting with something dangerous, something unspoken.

“You know what I want.”

—

You don’t know how, but the next thing you knew, you were shoved against a desk in some empty classroom, the edge digging into your hips. Gwi-nams hands on you, rough and impatient, gripping hard like he was claiming something.

“Been wanting this all night,” he snarled, voice sharp as he ripped your uniform top off, tossing it aside like it pissed him off. He tore your bra away next, smirking. “You look to fucking good in this thing.”

“Shit, stop talking.” you shot back, voice edged with heat as you arched against him. His mouth crashed into yours, harsh and messy.

He yanked your skirt up, pulling down your underwear. “Gonna make you scream ‘til your throat’s raw,” he growled, his hand wrapping around your neck, squeezing just enough to block off oxygen.

“I said stop talking, asshole.” You choked out, glaring up at him as he fumbled with his belt, the clank loud in the charged air.

“Fucking brat,” he growled, slamming into you hard making you gasp. “Thought you weren’t in the mood?” he sneered, pounding into you with brutal, angry thrusts, the desk rattling under you.

His grip on your throat tightened, fingers pressing in so hard they left bruises. “God you’re such a whore.”

“Harder.” you pleaded, voice breathy but sharp, nails raking his arm as he gave it to you, relentless and wild. “That all you got?” you pushed, and he laughed coldly— right in your face.

“All I got? I’ll fucking ruin you,” he growled, pace turning savage, driving you both to the edge.

You finished first, yelling out a “Fuck, Gwi-nam!” as you came undone, and he continued.

“Take it, bitch,” as drawled, slamming into you a dozen more times before coming undone as well.

He pulled out fast, dropping your neck like you were nothing, and you were. To him, at least.

“You’re fucking pathetic.” he muttered, zipping up with a scoff.

“Desperate slut.” he threw over his shoulder, strutting out without a glance back—leaving you panting, half-dressed, and dripping with his cum as the door slammed shut.

[bunsnextdoor]

Imagine..

Your boyfriend getting beat the shit out off of him by the bullies, for trashing them behind their backs, and the bullies learnt it.

As you were behind them, looking at him getting beat up, his face covered in blood, his eyes puffy, one of them being swollen, turning purple, giving you apologetic gazes for having to assist at this.

Murmuring apologize to the bullies, hoping they even look at you nor hear you, too focused on beating your boyfriend, one of them pushing you, as he stepped back, muttered an insult to you.

You got surprised by a hand on your waist, moving you gently to the side

“Step aside, princess, you’ll get hurt.” Gwi-nam muttered to your ear as he looked at you, a neutral gaze, slight affection on it. He smiled at you before looking at your boyfriend, beating him with his friends.

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idea from a tiktok omgogmgmg i totally imagine gwi nam like that 🙁🙁

[luvlyfandoms]

Hear me out…

Gwi-Nam as a girl dad…

OH IM HEARING YOU OUT

• has a whole collection of hair bows for his little girl to choose from

• shows her off to everyone

• doesn’t care if people judge him for being a teen dad

• brings her to school all the time and holds her in his arms as he walks through the hallways when she’s fussy

• she makes him soft

• is very protective of her and always has his eyes on her

• takes pictures and videos of her doing absolutely anything

[k1mbe3rly]

Hi :-)

A Request for all of us are death (sorry if its double now somehow my Internet Connection kicked me out)

What about an oneshot or head canons what ever works better for you to work with - Yoon Gwi-nam x shy girlfried who is super loyal to him and stands by his side no matter what?

loveee

Gwi nam dating a shy girl headcannons

warnings: smut, gentle?gwi nam

- Gwi nam is very protective of you especially since your very shy and not that talkative, so when someone is telling/scolding you, he basically talks for you

- He loves your tits so much, he loves teasing your nipple and seeing them get hard against his fingers

- Gwi nam likes to show you off in public, he likes to hold your hand or have a hand around your shoulder just so people can see yall are dating, a few people know not to talk to you especially with Gwi nam on your side

- He would also show you off in many ways, he’ll fuck you in a janitors closet or a empty classroom, he also loves to give you hickeys where he knows people are able to see, he also likes when you give him a few hickeys as well

- Gwi nam gets mad very easily, and sometimes even takes it out on you by yelling at you or just raising a hand up, but he won’t actually hit you maybe just a shove

- He also loves taking his anger out on you in different ways, shoving his cock deep into you and pulling your hair back, slapping your ass as he whispers dirty things into your ear

- Gwi nam absolutely hates when you stop him from beating a kid up, but of course he listens to you since he figured your way to innocent to see him brutally beat some kid up, he gets annoyed and even asks “why the fuck do you care? you like him or something ?” he also makes you hit them sometimes “Go on. Give him a little slap to the face, just do something!”

- If he’s already annoyed at something and you protesting to stop him from beating a kid up, he would fuck you infront of them, forcing them to look at you as you get your insides ruined, he also makes you look up at the person and tell them that only he’s able to stretch you out the way he does and fuck you like the way he does

- Gwi nam who doesn’t show that much affection in public, he makes sure he doesn’t do too much infront of you or have anyone talk to you a lot especially if you don’t talk much and usually quiet, that’s how he noticed you in the first place. Admiring how silent and gorgeous you are focusing on the board and writing down notes

- He’s able to make you loud as well. Your moans filled up the bedroom yall were in, as skin slapping was heard as well as he watched how your mouth was parted open with moans falling out, he loves seeing you so loud for him

- Gwi nam actually tries to change for you, his behavior and how he acts, which was shocking to himself since he used girls and just threw them away, he noticed how he was acting around you like a nervous teenage boy trying to impress his crush, he even tried studying with you which turned out awefully causing him to groan in frustration and leave, he also checks if anyone is around and gives you hugs but than acts like he doesn’t care with a nonchalant face

- He does love you a lot which is why he fucks you a lot, not because he wants you for your body, but because he’s grown used to how tight you were around his cock, he absolutely loved feeling it tighten up even more, he even once tried going gentle but it just doesn’t work out and he even apologized!? “Sorry- but this gentle fucking isn’t working for me, awh- fuck!” he says as he begins thrusting even faster his hands curling into your hair

Apocalypse au

- Gwi nam who absolutely protects you with everything when the apocalypse breaks out. Killing people and beating them up if they ever get in yalls way from running away, but unfortunately you had somehow got separated from him, he was stressing out when he lost you, nowhere to be seen and even got turned into a Hambie

- Gwi nam who finds you hiding in class room shaking and crying and tries to go up to you and finds you backing up from him, he reassures that he’s not gonna bite/hurt you, you told him to just stay where he’s at and he listen, you guys sat separately as finally you gave into him and crawled towards him crying into his chest

- Gwi nam tries to calm you down but obviously he’s not the best at it “It’s okay.. your gonna make it out alive and we’re gonna have the best time together, well that’s if you make it alive..” he says as you cry harder at the thought of being into a zombie

- Gwi nam who makes you follow him and even kills off a few zombies for you, he finds Nayeon in a room with a bag of food, you watched as they interacted until he suddenly bit into her, you flinched at the sight and once he was done, he goes to you hugging you tightly, you were shaking in his arms as he spoke “Your never gonna leave me..okay? i love you so much. I’ll kill anyone for you especially in this state, I’ll help you get out of here, now here, eat this” he said giving you the bag of food

[hufflepuffwriter1995]

 Title: His Queen 

Pairing: Gwinam x Chubby!Named Reader (Ryoko)

Fandom: All of Us Are Dead 

Summary: She was his queen and god help anyone who disrespected his queen. 

Warnings: Now: Mentions of abuse, swearing, pain.  Eventually zombies, swearing, blood, gore, fighting, and smut.

Notes: Gwinam is still a bully but never filled Eunji topless, that still happened but he wasn’t a part of it. He is also a tad less insane in this but still toxic. Enjoy. I fell down a rabbit hole of this and it's time I share. 

Two Years Before The Outbreak.  

   “You need to find a way to prove it.” Jisoo sighed as she carefully began to patch up the cut over my right eyebrow. I let out a sigh, wincing as she gently wiped the alcohol swap against the cut. I had hoped that with how often I was in this position, I had gotten used to the slight sting. Being my brother's punching bag had left me covered in small cuts and bruises and more often than not, a few broken bones that I was left to treat on my own. 

  “We have been through this.” I sighed, holding still as she began to apply the bandage to my eye. “Unless we can get his face on video no one is going to believe it’s my brother. How many times have my parents made up some random excuse about how he couldn’t possibly have done it because you can’t see him?” Jisoo was my only friend, the only person that my brother and parents haven’t been able to drive out of my life by employing threats or bribes. Her parents were saints, her dad a high-profile doctor who handled all my injuries and her mother a lawyer who was working endlessly to get me away from my parents. The problem was, that my parents were too careful, too eager to use their government standing to their advantage. So they never got far in the process of getting me out and were too afraid to push too hard in case I was forbidden to see Jisoo. 

   “We will find a way. He’s getting too confident, he will have to mess up at some point.” Jisoo sighed, her concern for me breaking my heart. Even after three years of having her by my side, I wasn’t used to having someone who not only cared but truly loved me. Years of abuse from my brother and my parents telling me if I was a better sister, their precious son wouldn’t have to hurt me, had taught me I wasn’t one to be loved. 

   “I am sure you are right. Myeonghwan isn’t all that smart.” I winced, waiting for the hit even if I knew it wasn’t coming. She pats my cheek with a loving smile. 

  “If he doesn’t I will find a way to make it happen.” She spoke with so much confidence, so sure that she would help, that I couldn’t help but smile at her. I started to say something when the door to the classroom we were sitting in opened and my brother glared at me. 

  “Come with me.” He demanded, ignoring the way Jisoo tried to valiantly to protect me. Squeezing her hand, I reminded her it would be worse for me if I didn’t go before moving to my brother. He grinned, gripping me by the hair and pulled me from the room.  

  Gwinam 

  Giwnam didn’t like people, he could tolerate people at best. That is until she came into his world. The first time they had met, he had been injured, a nasty cut along his arm from a prick that tried to surprise attack him with a knife. He had been sitting on the tennis course, cursing angrily at the prick as he tried to stop the bleeding. She had come up on him without a word, silently taking his hand in hers as she began to clean out the wound. Her voice was soft as she wiped at it with an alcohol swab. She didn’t scold him, or yell at him, only told him that if it happened again applying a tight dressing would stop the bleeding. She had left him with clean bandages and gauze, telling her to change them before he went to bed.  

  The second time it had been her that had been hurt. She had been limping down the hallway when an asshole ran into her from behind. Gwinam had barely been quick enough to get his arm around her waist to keep her from falling. After making sure she was alright, he tracked the boy down, beating him before pulling around until he found her again, forcing the boy to beg for her forgiveness on his knees. She had been shocked, her eyes widening in surprise before telling him she would only forgive him if he promised to be careful in the future. With Gwinam promising hell if he didn’t, the boy had promised he would between stammers. She had nodded then, thanking Giwnam with a smile that stopped his heart, before turning back to her friend. A clear dismissal for the prick at her feet. 

  Since then he had been uncomfortably aware of her. Doing what he could to help make her life a little easier, while also plotting revenge for whoever was the cause of the near-constant injuries. While he hadn’t figured out who had hurt her yet, he was determined to figure that out. Whoever it was, would pay tenfold for every injury that she suffered. He had just settled down for lunch when her friend came running, frantically looking around before finding him. Relief seemingly washed over her. 

   “Gwinam!” She screamed, pushing past a few startled students as in her frantic way to greet him. He raised a brow at her, wondering what the hell could be going on, when she slammed her hands on the table, chest rising and falling. “He’s going to kill her. He’s going to kill Ryoko!” She whispered. 

  “Who?” The wave of protection-filled anger washing over him took him by surprise but he promised to deal with that later. 

  “Her brother, Myeognhwan. He broke her ribs earlier this morning, if he hits her there again he will kill her. We can’t get him to stop, if we don’t get his face on video he will get away with it.” She spoke quickly fear causing her voice to shake. “No one else will do anything.”

  “Follow me and keep quiet. Keep that phone in your fucking hand. Where would he take her?” 

  “Behind the school, tennis court.” She breathed out, hope starting to flash in her eyes. He tossed his drink onto the table and stood up, racing out of the cafeteria with the girl, Jisoo he thought, following on his heels. By the time they reached the door that led to the back of the school, his hands were clenched in panicked-filled fury. What if he was too late, what if she had waited too long? Shaking the useless fears from his head, he slowly opened the door, holding a finger to his lips as he slipped out, phone in hand as he filmed. Jisoo followed the look of pure rage in her eyes, earning some respect from him. She was ready to go swinging for her friend. 

   “Faw stupid cow!” Myeonghwan grunted with each kick to her stomach. His girl didn’t a sound, only breathing harshly through her nose with each kick. Her eyes were closed, but tears still fell silently. Oh, the things he was going to do to the boy. Myeonghwan would pay for each tear, for every injury and then some. 

  “Son Myeonghwan.” He called out once he was in a position that would cause both of them to get his face. Grinning wickedly, he zoomed in on his face, catching that stupid prick as he realized what happened. “This is what is going to happen. You are going to listen to me, if you don’t Jisoo posts this all over social media.” 

   “Send. To. Your. Dad.” Gwinam couldn’t help but the pride that washed over him at his girl, beaten and weak, took her power back. 

   “You fucking PRICK! You will p…” He was cut off as Gwinam snapped, pinning him to the wall by his throat as he punched him hard in the stomach, pulling back to punch him again. 

   “Touch my girl again and see what happens.” He snarled, pulling away as the prick began to show signs of passing out. Without another word, Gwinam turned and carefully scooped up Ryoko, tucking her against his chest as he nodded at Jisoo. “I got you pretty girl.” As he headed to his car, Ryoko smiled faintly, moving her head just enough to kiss his cheek. 

  “I’m safe.” She whispered before passing out, her body relaxing as the pain became too much. Her words though echoed through his head. Never once has he made someone feel safe but he made her a quiet and silent vow. So long as he drew breath, no one would hurt his Queen.

[moonchild-hymn]

I can't fix him but I can fuck him

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🧟🧟🧟

[annefolklore]

HI sooo I was wondering if you could write Soft Gwinam x reader from all of us are dead like in the apocalypse and like how it would go with those two like what would they do when he turns into like half zombie thing stuff like that (I don’t know if you do Soft Gwinam so sorry if you don’t😭😭😭)

Sorry I’ve left Tumblr for a bit but here it is

Warnings: Kinda depressing, talking about kys

He’d protect you at all costs

I feel like he would ask you if you want to become a halfbie like him. If you do, he would bite you the less painful he can. If you refuse, he’d still respect your decision.

He kills every zombies in a room and throw them out before hiding you there because he knows you would be too scared to stay near them even if they’re dead

He’s the one to go find food for you to eat

One day, when he was cuddling you to sleep, he confessed on how if something ever happened to him he wanted you to take his knife and look for Cheong-San and everyone else. Because even if he does everything to keep you happy and safe, what if something happens?

If you know your constellations/stars ect, I imagine you teaching them to him at night when the sky is clear. It makes the world stop for a while and you guys forget that flesh eating monsters are hunting you down.

He tries his best to make you forget about the apocalypse I could say. He goes to find food for you to eat, take a shower if it’s available and keep a conversation.

He teaches you how to survive

“I would still love you if you decide to go with them you know?…” he said one day, referring to the other survivors. He gets insecure about himself on if he can really protect you and that you must find him annoying or smtg but you always comfort him.

But after all this time in an apocalypse that didn’t seem to be ending, you were getting tired. Seeing your old friends now laying chasing you around to make you become one of them or laying dead on the ground was becoming too much for you to handle and your mental health had deteriorated. You haven’t had a proper meal in weeks and despite your efforts to keep it up…giving up didn’t look so bad.

Plus, your boyfriend’s rivalry with Cheong-San was upsetting because it was all he could talk about sometimes.

Ofc when Gwi-Nam saw your state, he blamed himself and damned the whole world for letting this happen.

The same night, you had an argument with Gwi-Nam.

You tried talking to him about how he should stop blaming everything on Cheong-San and because you were becoming sick of it, but he didn’t listen and took it personal. This soon transformed about your mental state, then how dangerous it was outside, then how he wants to make you join them to make you happier.

Then you started getting angry at how he wasn’t making any sense. He hated Cheong-San but wanted you with him and his friends??

“As long as you’re safe, I’m surviving and if I have to leave, I will” is the last thing he said.

The next day, you thought he was taking you out to take a shower like he usually does but instead, he took you somewhere else.

And there, there was your friends. Still alive.

You ran toward them, happy to see them and when you turned around, Gwi-Nam wasn’t there anymore.

Time went by and you missed your boyfriend, wondering how he was doing and where he was. The only updates you got were from Cheong-San.

Until there wasn’t any updates anymore. Cheong-San and Gwi-Nam were dead. From an explosion.

[luvingjeanie]

Hi!! I hope your doing well!

I wanted to request some hc's for gwi nam with a foregner partner

gwi-nam🤤

if evil why hot fr

♡ he honestly doesn’t gaf at first

♡ would pick on you the second myeong-hwan told him to

♡ if he knows anything about your country like certain stereotypes he’s using those to bully you

♡ i can’t imagine a situation where you would end up dating? so lets just imagine u already are <3

♡ as a boyfriend gwi-nam is generally reserved, stoic, and only affectionate privately aside from an arm slung around your shoulder when having a smoke with his friends or something

♡ absolute pervert too

♡ like everywhere else in the world, foreigners face xenophobia, especially if you settle down permanently and are an immigrant rather than just a tourist

♡ beats the absolute fuck out of people who say shit about you that pisses him off, he kicks the fuck out of people on the regular anyway so no one’s particularly surprised, nor do they ask him why

♡ not that he entirely understands your culture, but he does try to, even though he wouldn’t for anyone else, but you’re his s/o so he reluctantly accepts that he’ll just have to learn

♡ but he’s the only one allowed to make jokes about you, you’re his, he does it all in good fun but why are they fucking talking?

♡ we all saw him in that meeting with Eun-ji and Jin-su, the innocent act he puts up to authority to avoid getting in too much trouble

♡ so in front of your parents he’s lovely, following your customs within your house, eating your cultural food and ‘this is amazing thank you so much’ even if he fucking hates it

♡ scarily good actor

♡ when you both leave the table, he start acting normal again and if he didn’t like the food he’s gonna let you know i’m so sorry

♡ i’m irish and bro would call the food i eat slop

♡ at the beginning he would say shit like “you’re in korea why don’t you just do it like *insert korean way of doing something*”

♡ but he stopped over time because he, surprisingly to him and you, started feeling bad

♡ he is a reluctantly okay boyfriend

♡ even though we all want him, realistically we can’t expect much from the guy, but he tries, he learns, he grows and tries to be better for you, but only behind closed doors.

♡ he has to be a tough guy in public <3