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Yuna: Where is my cute Hwang?!

Inho: *blushes*

Yuna: *runs past Inho and picks up toddler Junho*

This is the cutest little scenarios ever omg 🥺❤️ I made Jun-ho older though! ❤️

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The knock came just as In-ho was trying to make the living room look less like a seven-year-old had declared independence. He’d half-tucked the blanket onto the couch, nudged a Lego car under the coffee table with his foot, and told himself it was “good enough.” His stepmother would approve, and Jun-ho… well, Jun-ho wouldn’t notice.

On the rug, Jun-ho sat in his favorite cross-legged sprawl, comic book spread across his knees. His head tilted slightly, tongue poking out in concentration as he flipped the page with slow, deliberate care. Every few moments, a soft “pew!” escaped before his brother caught himself, cleared his throat, and pretended it hadn’t happened.

In-ho felt a quiet tug of fondness and exasperation. He was almost eight, too cool for sound effects now, apparently. Too cool for half the things he still loved.

The knock came, and Jun-ho froze for half a second before turning an extra page, trying to look completely uninterested.

In-ho opened the door to find Yuna standing there, scarf looped loosely around her neck, cheeks flushed pink from the cold. Even after six months, her smile hit him like a jolt – warm, bright, and unfairly distracting.

“Hey,” he said, low and casual, leaning a shoulder into the doorframe.

“Hey,” she replied, and her eyes lit up with mischief as they flicked past him into the apartment.

“Where is my cute Hwang?!”

Heat crawled up the back of his neck before his brain caught up. He fumbled for words. “I – uh –” His hand twitched, wanting to rub his face, but he stayed planted in the doorway like an anchor.

Yuna didn’t wait for him to recover. She breezed right past with that unstoppable energy that always seemed to crack Jun-ho’s composure.

As predicted, his little brother’s head popped up instantly.

From the doorway, In-ho caught every tell: the slight stiffening of his shoulders, the mouth twitching toward a smile before pressing flat, the way his eyes narrowed in the weakest attempt at annoyance he’d ever seen. Jun-ho was trying to be unimpressed. It would’ve worked better if not for the missing front teeth and the comic clutched like a security blanket.

“Noona…” Jun-ho said, drawing out the syllables with mock warning. His chin tipped up just enough to look like a sulky cat.

“There he is!” Yuna grinned, swooping down to scoop him into a hug before he could even think about escaping.

Jun-ho yelped like the world had ended. “Noonaaa! I’m big now! Big kids don’t do hugs!”

Leaning against the doorway, In-ho let himself smirk. He could see the truth in every line of his brother’s squirming: the kicks that didn’t actually land, the hands hovering instead of pushing away, the little curl of fingers against Yuna’s jacket. He was putting on a show and loving every second of it.

Yuna just laughed and hugged him tighter, rocking him side to side. “Too bad. I don’t make the rules. You’re still my cute Hwang!”

The betrayal unfolded in stages. First, the twitch at the corner of Jun-ho’s mouth. Then the muffled snort that slipped out before he could swallow it back. Finally, the full grin broke through, wide and toothy, unguarded and warm. He buried his face in Yuna’s shoulder as his small shoulders shook with laughter.

In-ho’s chest tightened with an unspoken fondness. Jun-ho could play at being grown all he wanted, but in moments like this, he was still his soft, bright little brother.

“Hyung!” Jun-ho squeaked, peeking out with pink cheeks and sparkling eyes. “Help meee!”

In-ho crossed his arms slowly, savoring his vantage point from the doorway. “Hmm… I don’t know. You’re pretty grown-up now. Grown-ups can escape hugs on their own, right?”

Jun-ho groaned, long and dramatic, which only made Yuna laugh harder. She rocked him again for emphasis.

“Nope,” she said cheerfully. “He’s mine until he says the magic words.”

“…What words?” Jun-ho mumbled into her scarf, voice tiny.

“That I’m the best Noona ever.”

There was a pause, a sigh of theatrical defeat, and then, muffled but clear: “…Best Noona ever.”

Yuna’s whole face lit up. She kissed the top of his messy hair before finally setting him back down.

Jun-ho scurried to reclaim his comic book, chin high, holding it like a curtain of dignity. The grin still lingered on his face, faint but impossible to hide.

In-ho shook his head with a quiet, warm smile. Too cool for hugs. Not even close.

Jun-ho sprawled on the rug again, flipping a page with exaggerated dignity. His legs kicked idly, and every so often his grin betrayed him, peeking through the facade of indifference.

Yuna crouched beside him, leaning over his shoulder with a curious hum. “Ooo, what are we reading today?”

Jun-ho angled the comic toward her with a glint of pride. “Super Robot Volume Three. Hyung tried to read it. He didn’t get it.”

From the doorway, In-ho raised a brow. “I got it. I just don’t speak in ‘pew pew kaboom’ as fluently as you.”

Jun-ho snickered, unable to keep his grin contained. Yuna tapped the page with one manicured finger. “I think your hyung needs to study more. Maybe the cute Hwang can teach him.”

Jun-ho’s chest puffed up like he’d just been knighted. The pride on his little face was almost comically transparent.

“I could teach him,” he said smugly. “But Hyung’s kinda slow.”

In-ho let his head rest back against the frame with a groan. Betrayed. Utterly betrayed. He kept this kid alive, and this was his thanks.

“Traitors. Both of you.”

Yuna laughed, flicking the corner of Jun-ho’s comic before pushing herself upright. “Okay, I’ve bothered you enough. Enjoy your robots.”

Then she turned.

In-ho felt the air shift as her attention found him fully, warm and deliberate. Even from across the room, it hit him like a pulse. His posture straightened instinctively.

He froze. “What?”

She walked toward him with that effortless, playful ease that always disarmed him. “Your little brother isn’t the only cute Hwang in this apartment.”

The heat rose so fast it startled him. He could feel his ears go hot, the tips prickling. Half a year in, and she could still unravel him with a single line.

“I – uh – I’m – what –”

“See?” she teased, stopping just in front of him and leaning casually against the wall like she had all the time in the world. “That face. That’s your ‘I have no idea what to do with compliments’ face. Very cute.”

In-ho pressed the heel of his hand to his forehead with a groan. The soft curve of her grin only made the tightness in his chest grow, equal parts fluster and fond.

She tipped her head, leaning in just a bit more. “Oh, are your ears red again?”

He slapped a hand over one ear immediately. “No.”

On the rug, Jun-ho perked up like a cat hearing a treat bag crinkle. He leaned back on his elbows, squinting, and that wicked little sibling grin bloomed.

“Hyung’s ears are so red,” he announced gleefully. “Like… tomato red. No – like chili pepper red!”

In-ho groaned and thunked his head lightly against the doorframe. He could handle crime scenes, sleepless nights, and seven years of Jun-ho’s chaos – but not the two of them teaming up like this.

Yuna giggled and, just to finish him off, reached out to tug his sleeve lightly. “I think you’re winning, actually,” she said softly. “You’re just very flustered while doing it.”

Jun-ho kicked his feet in the air, delighted with himself. “Hyung’s a blushy tomato! Blushy tomato!”

In-ho let his head hang in mock despair. The apartment was full of traitors. And he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

He stayed leaned against the doorway, trying – failing – to will the heat out of his ears. Yuna’s grin was merciless, soft but sparkling, like she knew exactly how much she’d rattled him and was enjoying every second.

He cleared his throat and looked anywhere but at her, eyes landing on the rug where Jun-ho was now sprawled on his stomach, still giggling to himself as he flipped his comic book.

In-ho straightened suddenly, pushing off the doorframe. “Alright,” he said, voice firm in a way that was mostly for his own benefit. “That’s enough plotting against me. We’re going out.”

Before Jun-ho could react, In-ho strode across the room and scooped him up, comic book and all.

“Wha – HEY!” Jun-ho yelped, flailing as he was hoisted into the air. In-ho slung him over his shoulder in one smooth motion, ignoring the squirming.

“Nope. No arguing,” In-ho declared, marching toward the door with a mix of mock sternness and real satisfaction at having reclaimed the upper hand. “Blushy tomato or not, I make the rules. We’re going out.”

Jun-ho pounded his little fists against his back in protest, his laughter ruining any chance of sounding convincing. “Hyung! Put me down! I didn’t finish my comic!”

Yuna laughed behind them, the sound bright and warm. “Where are we going, exactly?”

“Anywhere,” In-ho said over his shoulder, trying to ignore the way her grin still tugged at his chest. “Anywhere that doesn’t have traitors on the rug calling me a tomato.”

Jun-ho squealed, wriggling, but his laughter bounced down the hallway with them. And as Yuna followed, shaking her head and still grinning, In-ho felt the last of his fluster fade into something easier – warm, chaotic, and completely his.

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ive been thinking a lot about every possible way their dynamic could go,, and also how badly i wish the 43 second long fight in Crystalised had lasted longer T.T

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geez I hate this art sm I spend 2 much time on it..

also follow me on X to interact w me more n decide about ma fate

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papa did not win the awards but that's okay 😔 they can make fun of him for that

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Unpopular opinion: Gi-hun dying at the end was more cliché than him surviving. Because the main character dying in a series like squid game is the least surprising thing ever. I remember starting season 2 and immediately getting the feeling "he's gonna die at the end, isn't he?"

It would have been a lot more shocking and less cliché for him to be saved last second.

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Keep your yearning eyes away from him bitch

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fake plumber crack AU - Gihun calls for plumbing services in the love motel and Inho shows up with a fake Party City mustache and tools. He's been stalking Gihun, and the chance to study him up close is just too much for the dude. He's staring at him like he's studying a bug under a magnifying glass, but Gihun mistakes it as something else. One thing leads to another, and they end up fucking for hours in one of the rooms. Gihun, dazed and finally in a good relaxed mood, asks where he can leave a glowing review even though Inho fucked the actual shower pipes up even more (because he doesn't know a single thing about plumbing), and Inho's just like, uh, you can just leave a text at my work number. I'll share it with my boss.

He's forced to escape out of the motel through a third floor window when Junho comes back unexpectedly, and Inho limps back to the limo parked three streets down where the Masked Officer is waiting for him.

Officer: why are you wet? Inho *mustache peeling off his face from how enthusiastically he ate out the Gihussy*: so, I wasn't able to fix the pipes. Officer: that's not the point of going there. did you put in the cameras? Inho: can you go and actually handle the pipes for Gihun-ssi? it's wasting a lot of water. Officer: ......

The next day, Gihun suspiciously opens the door to Masked Officer fake-ass smiling with all his might on his doorstep:

Officer (who actually knows a thing or two about repairs): hi, I'm here to finish my colleague's job from yesterday. Gihun: oh... 😳

I need Gihun to periodically text Inho to help "fix" things around the motel from then on, and they all lose the plot due to horny for a few months, until one day Inho runs into Junho, who does a double take and is like, "what the fuck?!" He clocks that the mustache is fake immediately.

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spencer reid in criminal minds evolution

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CRIMINAL MINDS 2.22 | Legacy

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it's like they gave bambi a gun

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bitches will be like “this is my comfort show” and its a show where the characters have never felt a day of comfort in their lives (its me im bitches)

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CRIMINAL MINDS 2.21 — "Open Season"

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Gideon, about Reid: I have created the perfect FBI profiler

Hotch: Fucked up a perfectly good child prodigy is what you did. Look at it. It's on drugs

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just gonna leave this here

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hotch only knew 5 minutes of peace in his entire life and it was when morgan and reid were stuck in that elevator (x)