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conron · 19 days ago

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Hi new follower! I was wondering if you could do a fanfic of the reader comforting a crying wolf? I know his character isn’t the type to do that kind of stuff but it’s still fun to read about y’know? You make really great fanfics! Could you also base it off the manhwa? I like it more than the drama 😭 You don’t have to if you don’t want to tho! 🫶 Thank you! ❤️

zombie apocalypse! wolf x reader

description: wolf's in a zombie apocalypse and damn! he's immune! LETS FUCKING GOO. a girl who lives in the apartment that he's taken refuge in does not know that. but shes snarky and has guts so he guesses he wont be too mean

tags: um. WOLF POV, fem reader, wolf is immune good for him (kill him with rocks), reader is kind and snarky like always el oh el, angst, hurt/comfort, non explicit sex, wolf is ooc, but he is more manhwa coded!, banter, relationship???? i tried., fights?, contrived shit left n right, lowk a character study, will probably edit later, not betaread

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Soft. Gentle. Tender.

These were all words that Wolf was not familiar with. It was for pussies who cried for people like him not to hurt them. It was for people who were not like him and maybe did not beat people just because.

When the world turned to shit, he still was not familiar with these words. Waking up one day and suddenly there was flesh eating monsters running around did nothing but make him shift into a higher gear. More closed off and made him think a bit more.

This certainly was not on his bucket list.

(But to be honest all that was on his bucket list was to do whatever he wanted til he died.)

He just needed to survive.

Keep fighting.

He’s done it for most of his life, he can take a little more.

It’s a bit different now though.

Too bad he couldn’t afford to get hit anymore because that meant he’d be at risk of getting infected. Dodging between blows from rotten fists and chomping teeth. It felt unnatural but honestly he’d rather be alive and breathing than risk some rotten bastard biting his hand.

It doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel the familiar tightness in his veins of needing a fix. An adrenaline rush to keep him going and cigarettes alone were not gonna cut it. Not when his supply was running low and you can’t find cigarettes easily because all the other greedy bastards like him already snagged them.

On a day where he was tired as shit, he got careless. He should not have slammed three other survivors into the ground right when they looked at him. Admitting it was a bad idea was hard though since it felt so good to not have to fucking dodge or think about exhausting shit like that.

He shouldn’t really be surprised when he’s caught in the middle of the street by a horde. He doesn’t really think ahead for things like that; so when he heard the rumbling of footsteps, he ducked into the nearest store. Wrenching it closed with a nearby wooden plank, he sighed and backed away. Before he heard a familiar sound of croaking and groaning from an inhumane source.

Slamming his fist behind him without looking where it was going, it landed right into some decaying flesh. Then without a second for him to process, teeth bit down harshly on his hand. The teeth gnashing onto his skin in the moment it was there, making a mess of his palm.

He quickly twisted himself to be able to land his other fist on the zombie’s face. Half of its face ripping apart and falling on the ground. His chest rising and falling with, now, infected lungs; he held up his hand to his eyes. His hand dripped red and bloody onto the tiles in the store. Expression hidden behind his glasses that have somehow not broken in yet.

Then he sighs and just walks back until he slides down the wall in exhaustion.

He hopes those bitches he beat up got stomped on and eaten.

After a while of just sitting there, he groans and gets up. Cursing under his breath as he quite literally could not be bothered to give a shit anymore.

Well, he’s gonna die.

Whatever, might as well just be a goddamn zombie.

He’d been a dog before, not like that’s any better than this. Even if he was getting paid while being one.

Maybe he can take out Donald Na as a zombie. Would feel pretty good if that fucker was even still alive.

So when the crowd passes, he wraps his hand and keeps moving. Slinging his bag full of his shit over his shoulder, he walks on with his head up. Not one to give into giving up so easily or losing his will to move.

He’s Wolf Keum and fuck no, he’s not gonna peel over and die immediately.

So he makes it back to the apartment he’s taken refuge in. Dumping his things on the table and pulling a bottled water from under the cabinet and downing it. He’ll wait it out and just do whatever he wants until he does.

Sure, It’s humiliating and a little embarrassing to die this way so easily. After a few months into the apocalypse, he was hoping he’d hold out a little farther than this. But none of this changes the fact he’s gonna die.

But it happened and there’s no one to blame except for himself. There’s no one to hit to make himself feel better either.

So no, he doesn’t turn soft or tender in the face of death.

A day passes.

…

Then three days do.

He’s sitting around in the apartment he’s taken to call his, just lying in the weirdly nice bed. It’s then he realizes that he’s not even remotely turning. He doesn’t have any of the normal symptoms and he doesn’t feel decay set in from the infection.

Well.

Apparently, Wolf Keum is given immunity to the virus in this weird turn of fate.

He’s stubborn and he barks out laughs when he realizes it. Cackling as he wraps his hand again because he can still die from infection and that’ll be annoying as shit. His fists clench as he tests the gauze wrapped around his hand.

Then there’s a knock at the door.

Zombies can’t knock and if someone wanted him dead, they’d just shoot the fucking lock off. So he grins and swings open the door, quickly pulling in the wrist of the person who knocked. His bigger hand wrapping around her wrist tugging her into the inside of his apartment.

“Hey hey-! Don’t tug me so hard!” A voice scolds him as she’s shoved into the boy’s chest. She can smell a distinct scent that was so painfully obvious to him and cigarettes. There’s also blood and the general scent of decay that lingered on anyone but it’s easy to look past.

“Shut the fuck up for a sec.” His arms are wrapped around her tight and his fingers dig into her jacket. His face buried in her hair as she huffs and lets him. It’s odd for him to be so clingy when she checks up on him.

They had met when she heard the door next to her stolen apartment rattle and shake. Someone obviously breaking into it but it was a zombie apocalypse so who really cares. She certainly didn’t. Just as long as this person doesn’t bother her then everything will be fine.

Well shitty first meetings and a knife pressed to her neck seemed to indicate that everything will not in fact be fine with this person. He had greasy purple hair that looked a little matted down, his face and clothes smeared with substances that made her gag. Glasses that somehow looked unscathed in the face of an apocalypse.

His face itself… looked attractive if she put away everything else awful about him. Prideful eyes and dried lips on his face as he stared down at her.

Though, she wasn’t one to care.

“Fuck-” She muttered before she brought her knee hard on his crotch. It seems even this intimidating boy above her had feelings too as well as his family jewels.

“-Off, man! You smell like shit!” Her voice says as she’s on the floor of the apartment next to her own. From where he was on top of her, he mutters swears as he collapses to the side. Before the girl stands up, muttering curses under her own breath. Goddamn, when did he get so fucking sensitive?

What a fucking pain.

Her hands roam over his things laid haphazardly on the table, while he gets over his own seething pain to shoot her a glare. His body leaning against the kitchen counter as he breathes heavily.

“Don’t steal my shit, you fucking bitch.” His voice raspy and hoarse because shit, knee to the balls does NOT feel good. He doesn’t even feel the will to throw a punch in her direction.

“Don’t have ta, my shit’s better.” Her tongue sticks out at him as she drops the stuff she was holding back on the table.

At her uncaring response, he feels his lips pull into a sneer. Guts for a girl. First one he’s met in this hellhole with this personality. Usually he shook down chicks to make them give him their supplies before promptly leaving them alone and stranded. Or with their boyfriends that he beat up to feel something other than survival.

But she was different. A little more interesting.

His first impression of her only grew stronger when she left his apartment and came back with her own backpack. Plopping on the couch as she beckoned to come closer, telling him that they can barter like old people used to do. He mutters for her not to order him around but brings his stuff to her side as well.

Only complying wholeheartedly when he saw that she had two packs of smokes, waving to his things and telling her to get whatever the hell she wanted. As long as he could get those. She settled on a pocket knife that cut her finger when she remotely grazed it. Smiling at him with a slight smirk, thanking him.

Everyday was a snore in his opinion, scared people and rotting bodies were the norm. The high of an apocalypse wore off quickly.

But her….

She shook things up.

With having the revelation that he was immune, he tugged her close. The only person he had close to an equal. They usually went on supply runs on different days, not seeing each other for weeks. He wondered vaguely if this was the last time he’d see her everytime they parted ways but it’d just be a loss for his nicotine addiction.

(He ignored the shake in his fists whenever she’d leave for too long. Sometimes he wanted to force her to come with him instead but he begrudgingly respected her independence.)

Fingers danced over the bandage on his hand, grazing him softly as he hides his face in her hair. It smells of grime and sweat but it’s definitely her. A semblance of normalcy in this fucked up world.

“I bet you cut your hand, idiot. I told you to stop punching zombies. It’s fucking stupid.”

“Tryna change my style?”

“Trying to stop you from getting fucking bit.”

…

Well, he certainly doesn’t tell her what happened. So after a run in with death, he forces her next to him. He didn’t mind being alone, preferring it in the normal world when he was surrounded by annoying people and fucking idiots. But he knew she could survive, knew she wasn’t a complete burden. Or else she wouldn’t have gotten this far.

She doesn’t mind all that much, days were dreary and all she did was work out to make sure her body didn’t peel over and die. So she spends more time in his apartment. When there wasn’t anyone else around, people talked a lot. She rambled and he’d succumb himself to it while closing his eyes. Snide comments leave his lips in the form of responses.

Most of the time, they’d lie together on the leather couch. It’s ripped and worn from use from the previously dead owner. He didn’t realize how nice it was to feel warmth when you slept. How much he craved human contact and she was the only one he could stand giving it to him.

When she slept, she seemed less on edge. Vulnerable. In his arms, she slept peacefully and his scarred fingers traced her resting face. Their dirty and stained clothes rubbed one another’s as they curled up on the couch.

Grimey in this world, but at least he was alive. Nothing mattered other than surviving but his own personal slice of heaven came in the form of a rough girl. She came from towns over, not from his area. He would’ve never met her otherwise. At least he was breathing and at least he had her.

Then, he had successfully dragged her on a supply run. It was farther out and he wanted to see if they could get anything they haven’t before. So they packed their bags and set off. Travelling with her was easy, she liked her quiet and he liked his. Not one of those annoying fucks he saw sometimes who talked even though they were literally in an apocalypse.

They walked and walked and walked under the blistering sun, good thing she didn’t whine or complain or he might’ve started whaling on her. When there didn’t seem to be anyone in the area is when they took to exchanging conversation.

“Y’know, I was a top dog in my school ‘fore the world turned to shit.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“Whaddya think? I beat people up and got dirty money for it.”

She snorts as she wipes her brow from sweat. Stray hairs sticking to her face before she takes a swig from her water bottle.

“Guess it doesn’t mean shit now.”

“Guess so. I fucking hated it after a while anyway.”

She hums and as they turn a corner in the path they’re on, her face lights up. It’s a river with rushing water. Wolf swears he has to put a hand up to shield his eyes when she turns to him. Pulling a hand that has a leather fingerless glove on it, she drags him. To where he used to be a bit stronger to people’s will, he’s grown skinnier and was pulled along easily at her weaker grip.

She’s rambling and so excited that they found running clear water. Before he can tell her to shut the hell up in case there were zombies around, she’s already taking off her shirt. His eyes almost bulge out behind his glasses at her body being so carelessly revealed to him. Within a minute, she’d already shed her jacket, shirt, and pants. Stripping her shoes and socks off as well, filled to the brim with excitement.

“Are you just gonna stand there?” She asks incredulously as she holds her clothes. Her form only covered by her bra and underwear. His eye twitches as he greedily drinks in her almost naked body before he silently strips himself of his own clothes. Only keeping his boxers and a lone glove on, she carelessly grabs his scarred hand.

Hers is as rough as his, scarred too as they both are used to carrying guns and knives. But none of it seems to matter when they’re in freezingly cold water running to their thighs. She’s laughing under the sound of running water as she goes to sit down in it. Wiping her face from sweat and dirt, the dried black blood on her hands wash away as well.

In the water, he sees her free from the weight of their world. Careless as she washes and wrings out her dirty clothes in the water. He’s fucking freezing in the water as he mirrors her, silent as he just listens to her humming and rambles. Washing himself and his clothes as he can see her eyes stare at the many scars he has.

When their clothes lay to dry, she turns to him and laughs. He’s stone cold as she plucks the glasses off his face that he forgot to remove. Without droplets covering his vision, he can see her clearly. He keeps a carefully indifferent gaze as he examines her.

She’s smiling so much and he thinks this must be what she looked like and acted like before everything went to shit.

Placing the glasses next to their drying clothes on the tree stump, she comes back close to him. Placing her arms on his shoulders as she looks up at him. The water loud in his ear and the sun beating down on them.

“You didn’t even try to wash your hair!” She mutters as she runs her fingers through the purple locks. His roots have grown in a fair bit but he doesn’t really care. It’s then he leans in and buries his face in her neck. Looking up at her from there before placing a kiss there.

She’s smiling a bit too smug for his liking so he wipes it away by placing his lips on hers. The water helping with the dry of their lips as they kiss. Pent up feelings for each other and the pain of not having anyone else in this fucked up place are released. He’s breathing heavily as he lies her down on the grass and touches her everywhere he can.

Sinking into her with a feeling of something filling his veins. A straight shot of drugs right into his system. His fingers tangle with hers as he hears her breathy moans. Soft in his ear along with the whisper of his name. It makes him want to chase for the rest of his life.

Fuck cigarettes, he could get used to his name tumbling off her lips everyday.

When they’re done, their clothes are dry but they go back in the river for another wash of their bodies. Her fingers in his hair and his in hers. It’s soft, something he’s not used to. Tender in ways he’s not familiar with.

Her eyes are gentle in a way he can’t even imagine being.

So, when they’re dry from the sun, they set off again. It’s a little different now, a little closer. Their silence is comforting as their steps fill it. Fingers graze his as they walk and when something happens, his arm goes in front of her.

They find a building, it seems like a warehouse. Splitting up to cover ground as they both started unpacking boxes and picking up discarded items. When it reaches around 10 minutes of scavenging, his fingers graze a box of fabrics. When he digs so maybe he can get some shirts that don’t have rips in them, he finds something different.

He holds up a dress under the flashlight he carried along. It’s a dark purple dress that should rest somewhere on her thighs if it fits her right. Wolf should be allowed to indulge a little, it’s an apocalypse; not a penitentiary. So he licks his teeth as he shoves it in his bag, a stupidly big smirk on his face.

Perfect.

“Opinions on dresses?”

“Impractical.” Her voice calls back from the other side of the warehouse, sounding annoyed at the very sound of the word. He barks out a laugh at her response.

“Well, I’m the only one who’s gonna see it.” He hears a snort at his response and a “better not be ugly then” before it’s quiet again. Only the sound of their footsteps and rustling of things in the darkness. The sound of the door creaked but he chalked it up to the sounds of an old building.

He could account for most things, even if he didn’t usually. He was impulsive and instinctive, doing things that felt right in the moment no matter what. Even if something didn’t go his way, he beat people until it did. No matter what.

Too bad he couldn’t account for muffled screaming from the girl he lived next to. His head snapping to the noise before his legs caught up to his brain. Rushing over with his flashlight as he could see her get dragged back out the door to the warehouse.

He felt fury run through him as he grit his teeth. Running up quickly to them as he swears he felt smoke leave his lips as his eyes settled on her. A knife pressed to her neck and the other hand covering her mouth. He sees some little asshole he had beat before to let off some steam, one of the three before he had gotten bit.

The boy is laughing as Wolf looks enraged. Unable to hide the shake in his fists as a wicked sneer is pulled to his lips. Her eyes are pleading as she stares at him, something hidden in her eyes. The sun is shining on them still, out of the dark of the warehouse.

“Did I not beat you good enough before?” His voice carries malice and venom as he spits to the boy in front of him. This boy opens his mouth and it’s all worthless. All he’s spewing is something about revenge and something about a one on one fight. It’s childish and rash.

But that’s fine.

He’s used to immaturity and childish fights.

Familiarity is settled in his bones as he drops his bag on the ground. Right when he does, she’s let go. But not before she can land her elbow behind herself, getting the guy in the gut. The guy sputters as his knife is kicked to the side. She’s coughing and murmuring curses as she steps back into Wolf’s radius.

His hands reach and tuck her into his side, roughly pointing her chin up to see if the piece of shit tried to do something. Said piece of shit is still grumbling and holding his stomach, glaring daggers in his direction.

“Control your bitch.”

Oh?

Oh.

Now that sets him off.

When he’s sure this piece of shit has nothing hidden, he lunges forward. Fists ablaze as he can feel the crunch of the guy’s jaw under his knuckles. He hasn’t let himself go in a while. Now seems like just the perfect time to let loose.

“Let’s start from the top, okay?” He coos down to the boy wedged under him. The piece of shit looks pissed as he recoils to punch Wolf. And Wolf takes it. Smiling with a gleam in his eye as his head snaps back to the boy.

It feels like an itch is being scratched that’s been ignored for a while.

“It’s not your fucking turn.” Is all he says before he starts repeating one word. The bitch obviously doesn’t know how to fight, he doesn’t know why the little shit bothered but it doesn’t matter now. All he can think about is hitting face, face, face, face, before the guy passes out.

But before he can, the boy heaves a long breath as he’s being pummeled. Before screaming with everything the little shit has in him.

Wolf immediately covers his mouth but the damage is done and the three hear the sounds of branches crunching and faster and faster footsteps from all directions. Deciding for Wolf, the girl runs next to the guy biting down on his hand. Driving the pocket knife she got from Wolf in the dude’s throat and shutting him up forever.

Next, he’s tripping over himself to grasp his backpack. Then he grabs her and makes the dash for their lives. Because even though he's immune, she sure as hell isn’t. And losing the girl isn’t an option for Wolf. And fighting out of this mess is the only answer he gives himself.

Running into the direction they came across, the sun doesn’t seem to matter anymore. The hoard of zombies sounded like they got attracted to the area where the kid screamed. But she grabs his arm and they keep running for their lives.

After what feels like forever, the two of them duck into a random house. Sliding down the wall as they catch their breaths. She starts smiling and laughing out of breath though. He signs himself away to the sound as he heaves his down breaths.

“The fuck… is so… funny…?”

Laughing some more as she rubs her palm against her forehead. Knees pulled to her chest, grinning as she looks back at him.

“Why the… fuck did you keep saying face..? Oh god.. It was so funny…”

He’s glad that got her smiling. He grabs her shoulder and pulls her to him, kissing in her hair before he sighs. Closing his eyes as he feels like he’s on top of the goddamn world. Sweaty, exhausted, and his knuckles are bleeding and bruised.

She laughs as they sit there for a while longer before pulling herself to her feet. He follows suit and stands with her as they look at the empty house. Seems like it’s already been scavenged dry from. That’s alright, they made good on their run.

Before he can think, there’s a fast one running up to him. One that’s been stuck in the house, transformed into something worse. Faster and more built than any of the normal zombies he’s come across. It rushes him and he shoves her out of the fucking way. Barking at her to shoot it but then more are attracted to the noise.

Suddenly, it’s gone to shit and she fights off the other mutated ones in the house. His hands go up as he tries to reach for the machete on his back. She’s gasping his name in a way he doesn’t like. That she isn’t supposed to sound like.

He feels teeth chomp down on his arm and he curses under his breath. It’s teeth gnawing at him like a piece of fried fucking chicken. It doesn’t bother him much until a scream, shrill and loud, rings out in the air. The mutated monster is stronger than normal but somehow falls at only a few punches from his free hand.

But when it falls, he can see it now. Wedged in its head is a pocket knife and his eyes are drawn up to her. Tears down her face as she’s holding her shoulder. The shirt she’s wearing oozes with her blood and she seems to have forgotten about the zombies that were surrounding her. She looks despondent that he’s bit and he doesn’t know why he didn’t just fucking tell her he was immune.

Why didn’t he?

But he doesn’t have time to comfort her. A zombie has its eyes honed on her and Wolf watches as its teeth dig into her neck. She falls to her knees and lets herself get bit by this monster. His gray eyes stare for a millisecond before he jumps to his feet, kicking the one she killed to the side. Dashing to her, he pulled his gun from its holster. He usually liked taking his time knowing he was immune but that doesn’t matter-

None of it matters anymore.

Why did she let herself get bit?

Why would she do that?

He shoots all of them more than necessary and empties his magazine as he heaves in heavy breaths. Heavier than when they were walking in the sun. Heavier than when they were running. She’s sobbing her heart out as she sits there on her knees, uselessly crying his name. Peeling over and whining for him because he got bit and he’s gonna fucking die and he’s stupid-

Something in him snaps.

Bloody hands grip her face, squishing her cheeks together. Kneeled in front of her, pressing his forehead to hers. Forcing her to look at him. Panicked and furious eyes twitching as they meet her sorrowful ones.

Furious she’d give herself up so easily.

Angry that she even thought of doing that.

(Livid that he didn’t prevent it.)

“I’m fucking immune, you idiot!”

He rips off the glove on his hand to reveal the bite mark that’s months old. Burned into his skin like a reminder. Her eyes rave over the bite, not processing anything before she laughs. It’s nails of a chalkboard for the first time he’s known her. Watery eyes turn back to him and it takes everything in him to not kill her out of frustration and grief.

“So, you’re okay?”

She sobs out while laughing as her own bloody hands wipe on his face. Relief fills her body but a fierce feeling fills his. She’s thanking god that he’s okay but he’s about to fucking fight the goddamn guy. Shoving her up, he drags her through the streets with his hands squeezing her wrist. It becomes nighttime in a blink of an eye and she’s just a sniveling mess behind him.

Now, he’s here.

She’s curled up on his bed. It hasn’t even been a day and her skin is turning a sickly pale color that he’s not used to. Used to vibrant skin that brushed against his hand and flushed on her cheekbones.

Her breath is short as she sweats profusely, grasping at his sleeve whenever he gets up. Staring at her with dead eyes before he lies back down with her. His fingers brushed her cheek as she coughed, curling in on herself.

He was mad at her. He was mad at the world.

He was mad at himself.

“Why the hell would you let yourself get bit?” Whispered roughly the night she got that stupid bite mark, curled under his blankets together. When there’s no reply, he turns his back to her. But then arms wrap around him from behind. Her soft voice in his ear as her arms snake around him. Less warm than usual.

“Why would I want to keep going without you?”

It makes him bite the inside of his cheek. He knows he could keep going without her, he wasn’t the type to kill himself. He was too stubborn. Too full of spite to die.

But she didn’t see a future without him.

It made him feel like shit.

Most people turned within 2-3 days. Most people felt the worst on the second day. Most people freaked out and killed themselves before they turned. Most people… but apparently not her.

Her death seemed to be coming sooner than he could accept. He was still too angry and needed to kill someone. So he kicked open a door to a random unit in the apartment and seeing it was bare, absolutely trashed it. When he felt like the sting from his knuckles covered for his heartache, he went back to his apartment.

(Not sparing a glance to hers.)

Turning the doorknob to his, he’s greeted with her standing figure. Smiling at him and if he blinked, he could see the color return to her face. But faded color is what he settles for as he stares in her eyes that haven’t lost their spark at least.

“Hello, dear husband! Welcome home!”

Out of her lips come across words he never thought he’d hear in his lifetime, even before rotten bodies roamed the streets. They’re barely adults, not even anything remotely resembling so. She must’ve gone through his bag he threw to the ground in anguish because she’s wearing that silly dress.

It hugs her body tight and fits her perfectly. Resting nicely on her thighs and he remembers how much he wanted to see her in it. His enjoyment is tainted by the strain on her face as she pulls him into his own apartment like she owns it.

Hands wrap close around her waist, holding her up as she laughs. Her hair tangled and messy from being curled in his bed for the past two days. She’s trying to continue her stupid roleplay as she kisses his neck. Unzipping his jacket and murmuring something about how glad she is that he’s back.

He can’t even focus on it, too busy thinking about her impending doom. That she’s doing this because she won’t be alive to do it tomorrow. That her fingernails are turning black and he can see the shake in her legs as she struggles to even stand.

Slowly, Wolf dips his head down and bites the inside of his cheek. He feels the blood fill his mouth but it’s not enough. Trashing that stupid apartment wasn’t enough and he doesn’t think smoking the rest of his stash will be enough. Her voice is sweet as honey and cooing up at him, beckoning him to look at her.

Fingers remove his glasses and he feels the frames fall away from his face. Running fingers through his hair as she whispers sweet nothings to him, soft in his apartment. And in the privacy between her and him and the setting sun in his window, his hands shake as he holds her.

A soft gasp resounds through the air as her knuckles touch his face. Wiping his cheeks clean of something that he refuses to acknowledge. Choosing to just stare at her shocked and concerned face. It almost makes him laugh that she looks like that. Looking so frightened for him.

When she’s the one who’s done for.

“Stop looking so fucking happy.”

Her hands cup his cheeks as he clings tight to his piece of heaven. A heaven that’s corrupting before his eyes. Falling from the sky.

“Stop smiling like that.”

Her nose brushes his jawline like a dog trying to comfort its owner. Thumbs uselessly wiping at his face, trying to comfort him in this moment of vulnerability.

“Who said you could smile like that?”

It’s not fair that she gets to smile and be carefree. Not when she’s doing this to him. Not when she’s shoving her demise down his throat like too hard liquor. Burning straight down his throat and bringing tears to his-

Ah.

Yeah.

He’s crying.

He kneels on the ground and he wants so badly to shove her away from him. To tell her to get the fuck away from him. That she should just fuck off and turn into a zombie by herself and not make him drown with her.

But he’s gladly doing so anyway because she can’t stand by herself. She’s in between his thighs, hugging him tight. Removing the rest of his clothes forgotten as she sits in between his legs, her dress bending with her legs. Arms wrapped around his waist as he finally lets out a shuddering breath.

Burying his face in her hair, he’s greedy for anything he can salvage from heaven. He feels like a maniacal God needing to burn everything in his wake for a mortal girl. His fingers dig into the fabric of her dress and the skin of her thigh. Squeezing his eyes shut as he muffles any sign of his emotions.

And she takes all of him with open arms. No snark to her now. Only soft for the rough boy, handling him like fine china. Fingers run through his overgrown hair and she tries to pry his face away from her hair. Tries kissing tears away that don’t seem to lessen.

“Don’t fucking stare at me like that.”

He chokes out with a low rasp, his hand reaching to cup her face. His thumb on the bottom of her lip that started to turn a sickly blue color. A spew of curses leave his lips at her, angry and stuck in denial. Unable to accept any of this.

When Wolf Keum wanted something, he made a way for him to get it. No matter how long it took or how impossible it seemed. He fought his way out every single time.

But she willingly went against it. Put herself on the line because for her, she did not have that fight in her if he wasn’t there.

It makes him bitter.

Angry.

And…

Soft.

Unbelievably soft for her as she starts telling him her entire life story. Explaining every nook and cranny of her entire being to him. Naked to his eyes and vulnerable to his tender heart.

His touch turns impossibly gentle as he cups her cheek. She’s started crying too, fucking hypocrite. She smiles in that stupidly kind way that makes him want to strangle her. Closing her eyes and kissing him softly.

She tastes like fucking death.

It’s disgusting and should make anyone else recoil at the taste of it on her tongue and lips.

And he can’t get enough.

She oozes acceptance of her death and he tries to drink every single last drop of it. It poisons him though, venom on his tongue as he can’t do the same. Tilting her head back as he tries to understand every part of her he doesn’t now. Every part of her he’s never seen because they’ve only known each other for about a year.

I’m sorry.

Everything will be fine.

Her lips seem to say as they kiss. But everything being fine isn’t his fucking problem, it’s the fact she won’t be there to see that everything’s fucking fine. But she has no more family, no more friends, she lost them all when she skipped town. So she doesn’t care about anyone but him.

What a shitty life.

Crying over a girl is humiliating, never being brought to tears like this before. But in the face of death in a world where he had no one else and no way to get his emotions out, it’s all he could do. Because she held no fight for her own survival and he carried all of it.

A day later, she was bed bound and lied there as she gripped his hand. He knew everything about her at that point. From her favorite color to how her last friend was slaughtered in front of her. He tried to tell bits and pieces of himself but he was not used to such things.

She just smiled and nodded at what he did decide to reveal. One of them being his real name and he lets her roll it off her tongue before something black crawls up her throat and she coughs it up onto his blankets. He does not flinch, he simply sits there and wipes her chin with his thumb.

It’s not acceptance, not really.

It’s carefully hidden grief that’s behind a persona of indifference.

It’s still not acceptance when he slits her throat and stares down at her greyed skin. It’s not acceptance when he packs up his shit and leaves.

It’s grief when he grabs the necklace she wore everyday and it’s grief when he covers her dead body with a blanket.

Wolf Keum is not soft, tender, or gentle.

Not at all.

But maybe, during one year of his life, he might’ve gotten close to that.

moved a/n to the end❤️

note: HAIIII srry this took kinda long and sorry if this is not what u wanted LOL. i had a lot of trouble thinking of a scenario for this bc im incapable of doing a normal drabble apparently. but !!! i had alot of fun and it was basically writing practice for this asshole. my friend gave me the idea for a zombie au so blame them. always be aware that ur requests will be processsed in the mind of me. which might b a joke or... wtv this is.... anyway hope u like it anyway!

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conron · 22 days ago

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fem seong-je 🛐

#give her to me GIVE HER TO ME GIVE HER TO M

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conron · 24 days ago

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GOT MY FIRST REQUEST WAHOOOOOO this is so silly goofy ahh… will try my best dear asker but it might turn into a joke so it’s like 50/50 chance ok

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conron · 26 days ago

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so worried that the new chapter is dogshit but i love writing bullshit and lowkey i’ve never finished a slice of life fic so i gotta push through 💔

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conron · 26 days ago

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shared burns chap. 3

description: they have a good.... friendship? but she still has gripes with her soulmate. wondering if its okay. but he REALLY NEEDS TO BE HERS PLEASE PELAPLEPALPEL ok im kidding. odd people bring odd situations with people she never wanted to see again. odd feelings bubble up and they talk

tags: WOLF IS OOC IM SORRY, reader is fragile and kind, annoyed a lot love her, banter, mild angst, hurt/comfort, crazy longing competition and wolf still wins, maybe she wins second place tho, random crashouts

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After a while of these hangouts, she thinks she knows the bastard quite well.

Not anything personal of course, nothing about his family or anything too much like that.

But she knew the way he smiled if he actually found something amusing, the way she knew if he itched for a fight. Her gloved knuckles would tap against his chest, telling him to leave her alone so he can get his fix. And he’d push her head back and disappear for the rest of the day.

…and the days following.

When he wanted silence, he wouldn’t exactly demand it. Sometimes just sitting there with a cigarette dangling from in between his lips and sighing. During times like that, she would sit next to him and just scroll on her phone. From under her hair, she’d examine the twitch in his eye or the furrow of his brow. Pissed off about something as he shot dirty looks into the phone he had pressed to his ear.

Wolf was pretty damn loud when he wanted to be, cackling or swearing with a sneering voice. He was also silent whenever he damn pleased, eyeing people with a nasty look. He shoved her shoulder when he wanted to blow some steam and smoked when the nicotine fix called for it.

For some reason, she picked up on his tells oddly easily. To where people stepped on his toes constantly, worried about their own ego. Bowing straight at their hips to his will before he got bored and told them to fuck off. Whereas she waited with folded hands and weirdly soft eyes or insulted him to his face before stepping away, worried he’ll hit her next.

She noticed tells about him that she didn't quite understand why she did. She had no idea why she knew if he was hungry or irritated. Or why she knew when he was going to pick her up from cram school.

One day, they were walking aimlessly around town. Apparently he was antsy and didn’t even let her go to cram school. Something told her to turn around before she walked into her classroom but a hand had already grabbed her shoulder. Shoving her roughly through the sea of kids just trying to get to their classrooms.

“Don’t shove me, you dick!” She yells over the talks of students, annoyed that he keeps shoving her. Can’t he just grab her hand or something?

“Hey hey- don’t yell, you’ll get a hernia.” His face is curled in a shit eating grin, as he annoyingly keeps shoving her from behind. Students around them saw a dark looming shadow hanging over the girl in front of him and they turned their heads. Before scurrying away, shocked at the way she’s talking to him so casually.

“Are you a fucking idiot?”

Then they saw her appearance.

Yeah, checks out.

Laughs ring out in the hallway as people duck around them in the hallways. A gloved hand shoves his arm down and she grabs him by the edge of his red sleeve matching hers. Head turned to the side as he can see the slight of her eye. Twitching at his insistence.

“You mad, bitch?”

She hates him.

She gripped the edge of his sleeve until they got to the sidewalk. Without a word, she pulls her hand back and they start walking aimlessly. His arms were put behind his head as he whistled to himself. Taking to crossing her arms and shooting him dirty looks, he laughed.

“Gonna keep being mad at me or are we gonna eat?”

“You kinda killed my appetite so no.”

“Tough shit, you weren't gonna eat anyway.”

A tongue was stuck out at him before he scoffed. Their feet walked side by side as they bantered, her annoyed tone clashed with his amused one. Creating a gentle wave of push and pull within their comfortable dynamic. Small smiles and amused eyebrows raised on faces made way for her laughs and his cackles.

The gentle sun shining from the clouds accompanied them, forgetting about eating entirely. Just enjoying just basking in the sun and walking. While Wolf smoked another cigarette which she begrudgingly lit as always.

Commenting on the dull and beat up lighter and he threatened to blow the smoke in her face.

It was peaceful.

She wondered if she had to stop doing this once she met her soulmate.

But if it’s her soulmate, then they should be pretty understanding right?

This is one of her….

…

Actually, just what was Wolf to her anyway?

She turned her head to see him quietly smoking his cigarette beside her, sighing out the nicotine smoke. Seemingly calm. Today, he doesn’t seem to have been in any scraps to warrant white bandaids marring his face. His hair is still messy, not bothering to even brush it, she thinks. Glasses drooping to the slope of his nose as he mumbles something about it being hot.

What was he?

Were they friends?

Well they had to be, unless he literally just considered her some free entertainment. Though he's told her multiple times that he thinks she's boring as shit sometimes. He doesn’t really let her buy anything so she’s not a bread shuttle either.

Maybe she meant something more to him.

It makes her heart twist before she untwists her heart herself. Hardening it so she doesn’t think about stupid things like that. Definitely not wanting to waste these kinds of emotions on someone who wasn’t her soulmate.

It was true, people could like other people other than her soulmate. Jumping over the taboo nature and disapproving looks of others, she doesn’t mind those people. But she’s grown to care for her soulmate so much that she resigned herself away.

But…

When he’s like this, basked in the sun. His skin turning a fair tone, the glint on his glasses. Leisure crossed on his face, set in a straight line on his lips. Not scowling or annoyed, not annoying or that ugly sneer he usually has on.

Her face warms and it makes her want to take off her red suit jacket. The sun making it hot on the back of her neck.

She needs to talk with her soulmate when she got home.

(Or talk to herself in the mirror but that's not here or there.)

Right when she thinks this, she hears a familiar laugh a few feet in front of them. Wicked like Wolf’s, but higher pitched. One that makes her eyes go wide as she freezes. Feet skidding to a stop on the sidewalk as Wolf keeps sauntering ahead of her. Chewing her bottom lip under her mask as she unconsciously reached out for his sleeve.

Grasping the edge of it, he turns his head. Pulling a drag from the cigarette between his lips as he raises an eyebrow. Not annoyed, but she can’t see that because she's staring down at the sidewalk. Counting the amount of cracks on the path she can see in her vision.

“Eh?”

“Let’s go somewhere else…”

She cringes right when the words leave her mouth. She never really asks him for anything, not anything serious. Maybe sometimes to beg him not to beat up the next person he sees or demanding him to give back her phone.

He thought people who begged him for shit genuinely were fucking annoying. People he’d love to smash into the nearest wall if he was feeling like it. Or flick away like an annoying fly he couldn’t be bothered to beat up.

“The fuck? Why the hell should we do that?”

Easily maneuvering from her weaker hold, he grabs her wrist. Warm, rough, and solid wrapping around her. Not waiting for her reply as he rolls his eyes at her frozen form.

“What? See a ghost?”

His voice is teasing and mocking, the sneer he usually has on his face returning pointed towards her. It just makes the heart beating in her chest say that she did see a ghost. Eyes glued to the sidewalk as he drags her across by force.

And then when they were passing a girl with a uniform jacket tied around her waist, eyes examined the girl with the longer skirt. Even though there was hair covering half of her face and a mask covering the other half, a flicker of recognition came on the girl’s face. Her two friends smoke, one a vape and the other one a cigarette. A shrill voice gasps and reaches out to grab onto a red clad uniform shoulder.

Her teeth gnaws on the inside of her cheek as she’s stopped. Wolf turns around to call out to her to hurry the fuck up but he stops. Under the sun, long nails dig into her uniform and press down into her shoulder and it feels familiar. Sickeningly familiar.

“Oh my god! Is that you?”

A voice asks, high pitched says her name. It drips with something malicious but wrapped in kind recognition. Kindly wrapped gift of poison. The two girls smoking stare with disinterest as they ask their friend why she stopped.

Slowly raising her eyes, she sees a pair staring back at her. No longer two different colors though. Two auburn eyes staring back at her. A smile crosses the girl’s glossed lips, the same one she used to give before she dug her long manicured nails into her face until she bled.

The two other girls gasp as they recognize her, also coating their voices in that fake kindness that makes her want to rip her fucking ears out. It makes her shoulders tense and makes her fists clench as the warm grasp of Wolf’s hand leaves her wrist.

On instinct, her shoulders hunch as she shrinks. Trying to make herself seem small to the girls in front of her. Forgetting Wolf’s presence as their shadows loom over her. Bigger than Wolf’s. More imposing than his even though she’s heard more about him.

They comment on her mask and hair, recalling that they almost didn’t recognize her. Voices taking turns observing her appearance. The look of her uniform that shows she actually got into a good high school, sweetly saying that she used to help out with their homework.

Half truths.

Lies.

Her life in middle school replayed in her mind like a film, every frame playing in slow motion. Her hands clutch at her skirt, longer than theirs. Purposely covering the scars of cigarettes and burns from hair straighteners.

She struggles not to cry, not to thrash around and run. But she stands there, feeling like she’s back in that disgusting bathroom in her middle school. Letting these girls burn her as she screams into her hand before fingers pinch her to tell her to shut up.

There’s a path ahead of her but a cage has been put over head. They keep talking to her, recalling good times as if they were friends. Nothing that she went through meant anything to them and it made her want to die.

Just like before, she felt the words of praying come back into her mind. The only person she told about her suffering to.

The reflection in her mirror as she stared at new bruises and another nosebleed but without wanting to, she smiled. Even though her arms ached and her legs burned from angry red swells, she prayed for her soulmate. When didn’t wear masks or have her hair down over her face.

Please save me, soulmate.

…

“So fucking annoying.”

Shit.

She forgot he was still there.

Her head snaps to the side where he was. He’s taken to keep smoking another cigarette and lighting it himself as he sighs. It’s a little humiliating that he’s seeing her like this when he’s used to beating little shits until they almost died. He probably thinks this is child’s play.

“Are you done catching up? I’m fucking bored over here, girlie.” When she used to imagine him with stupid dog ears, he might as well be whining like a dog right now too.

Again, she hates him.

He’s taken to standing a little behind her to the side. The sun covering his glasses but he has his head turned anyway. As if the display of the girls in front of her isn’t even entertaining enough to watch.

“Just go on without me-”

“Why the hell would I do that? I’m not fuckin’ busy.” His voice cuts her shaky one off without a second thought, his head turning look at her with a bored expression. Ignoring the shocked looks of the other girls who also forgot he was there.

The girl with auburn eyes and manicured nails gasps and slaps a hand over her mouth. Squealing in a way that makes Wolf and the masked girl cringe. One inwardly and one outwardly, his eye twitching aggressively.

“Oh!!! Is that your soulmate?!” Her voice exclaims as she jumps in place, seemingly excited for her. Slowly, her head turns from the boy with purple hair to the girl standing right in front of her. A bead of sweat rolls down the back of her neck as she stared, bewildered.

Huh?

Wolf is quick to call out that hell no- that’s not his goddamn soulmate. Yet, the girl cuts him off with a big smile. Curling her face into a cheshire grin. To the side, the delinquent bites the inside of his cheek so hard it’s bleeding in his mouth.

“From the way he talks, he seems like the delinquent we thought he was.”

Her shoulders slack as she stares at her, all the tension draining out of her body. Eyes wide with shock and anger but coated in fear. Freezing her and holding her back from saying anything. Hands reached out to her gloved ones, the fingers tracing over her knuckles.

To show that they still know she probably has bruises there.

The idea that this girl could even insinuate that he was her soulmate, it was a slap in the face to her. Harder than anything physical she received in middle school and harder than anything that showed on her face from her soulmate.

“And it was a boy! I was right?”

Eyes go from kind, melting away into the disgust and authority that reminded her oh so much of middle school. The girl’s lips pulled into ugly smile as she leaned closer. She can sniff the familiar smell of menthol cigarettes and cheap perfume.

“Why were you so uptight about it being a boy again?”

Her vision is becoming blurry as she tries staring back at the eyes she’s come to fear. Her fists clenching at her sides, shaking slightly. Because her soulmate wasn’t a boy- she still doesn’t know that.

Because Wolf isn’t her soulmate.

The girls laugh at her silence, the only other sound being cars passing and the talks of people weaving around the group of five. Looking at her up and down, they see the way she clutches at her skirt. As if trying to cover the scars underneath her skirt, resting right on her thighs where they used to burn her.

“He’s good looking though, are you sure that’s your soulmate?”

“Yeah, you? Really?”

“You’re not even pretty enough to be fantasized about.”

They crowd around her, suffocating her curled form. Anger boiling but quelled by the frozen fear coursing in her veins. She can’t breathe and all she can think is apologizing to her soulmate. To Wolf because he’s made her life just a little more bearable and somehow is being roped into her petty stupid bullying from middle school. It’s a sin she never wanted to commit. Especially when he’s not even her soulmate.

“I bet your soulmate here won’t give a shit if we did this right?”

A hand reaches up to one of her friend’s lips, plucking the smoking cigarette from her lips. Before reaching forward, her other hand reaching up to curl the fingers into her hair and expose her face. To shove her forehead into the burning ash. Using her face as an ashtray instead of her thighs like in the past.

It occurs to her that Wolf wouldn’t give a shit. He’s probably on his phone, tapping around and playing one of those shitty puzzle games. Annoyed that she’s taking so long.

While the girls laugh at her embarrassing show of doing nothing at all to their abuse, she’s thinking about her soulmate and Wolf. She doesn’t expect much from Wolf honestly. But wonders something else. She’s had the thought since she started being bullied, but it dissipated when she thought about meeting her soulmate physically. It never occurred to her that even after meeting her, they wouldn’t love her back in the way that she does.

Maybe…

Her soulmate really doesn’t give a shit about her.

Then a hand grips her shoulder, curling into the fabric. She’s roughly shoved back and hits someone’s chest. The back of her head bumping against the body as she swallows a gasp from under her mask. Seemingly brought back from her robotic mindset that was taking over her thoughts.

She’s taking shaky breaths, not realizing she was holding her breath earlier. Then, a face is pressed up against her cheek. Glasses clashing against her head. Hair pressed up against hers.

There’s a hand slung over one of her shoulders lazily as the other reaches up for his lit cigarette. Holding it between his pointer and middle finger and taking a deep pull from it.

Wolf is hunched over to accommodate for her shorter height, leaning his head against hers as he hears her soft shaky breaths. A sound that pisses him off because he should be hearing her soft laughs or her annoyed voice. But no, he has to see three chicks looking offended he took what was his away from them.

“You think you’re so tough ah?”

His rough voice lowly speaks to them, as if challenging them to retort something back to him. He breathes in before obnoxiously blowing smoke in the face of the three girls as they start coughing. A bored expression on his face as he stares at them, not even enjoying their mild discomfort. As if he was watching a lackluster movie.

He may not be her soulmate but she’s his in some way, shape, or form.

“Look in her direction again and I’ll pluck your fucking eyes out.”

Auburn eyes twitch at his lazy and unbothered response. Flicking away his cigarette in their direction and grinning when it hits the girl in the middle, leaving a little burn mark on her button up. Said girl starts laughing before scoffing and spitting on the girl next to him’s shoes. Walking away with an indignant huff before she turns her head with a scowl.

“Just what I expected from your soulmate.”

With that, the three girls leave with grumbling from their leader and soothing voices from her lackeys. He keeps his cheek pressed against hers until they’re out of sight. Pulling away and running his fingers through his hair.

Girlie isn’t moving or saying a word, just standing there breathing as if she can’t get enough of it. He rolls his eyes as he knocks his knuckles against her temple. Annoyed by her shellshock reaction but he’s not completely braindead. Not reacting to his touch as she keeps staring in front of her, haunted.

Looks like those girls fucked her up in middle school, probably to the same extent Sam Lee is fucked up because of him. He doesn’t really give a shit about that but he does care when something that’s his is fucked with.

It pisses him off that she stood there and took it from those girls. She doesn’t have a problem talking big with him, what the fuck is wrong with her now?

He knows the importance of her stupid ass soulmate because of the way she dresses. It’s obvious because in the look in her eyes, she imagines her soulmate as if they’re her whole world. It makes his chest ache and his fingers beg for a fight.

So why the hell didn’t she say anything?

“Why the fuck did you just stand there like a bitch?”

He’s standing in front of her now, shielding her from the sun. She stands under his shadow, hunched over as her hands are gripped by her side. Shaking as she tries to calm herself.

“Those girls were looking for a fuckin’ fight. Why didn’t you show them?”

His tone is mildly disappointed in her. She wants to yell back that she’s not like him. That she’s not a rabid fucking dog that needs to punch everything in her wake to feel better. She wants to cry and kick his shins and scream in his face that she’s nothing like him.

But it falls flat when she sucks in a tight breath and he scoffs. Neither of them moving under the light breeze.

“You’re just a fucking pussy, aren’t you?”

Because…

She did.

She did want to punch them in the face and scream insults until her voice was hoarse. She wanted to have a tantrum and stomp on them until they stopped moving. She wanted to be dragged away as she fought back to keep pushing her thumbs into the girl with auburn eyes.

One fight.

But she didn’t.

Because she’s just a scared little girl who wants to protect her soulmate.

A soulmate who really doesn’t care about her.

This thought that crossed her mind was apparently her breaking point as she let out a shuddering breath. Hidden behind her hair and mask, she slowly crouched on the ground. Her arms tugged tightly around her legs as she curled into a ball. Her shoulders shook as sobs wracked her body.

Wolf’s expression dropped from the sneer he was holding to a stunned expression. His eyebrows raising as the sun reflects off her hair. The sunshine he saw curled up into a sad little ball on the left of the sidewalk.

Shit.

“Hey ah… don’t fucking cry okay?” His rough voice calls out form above her but she can’t hear him over the sound of her own thoughts.

When she didn’t move from her position, he scratched the side of his neck. Fuck, she’s crying isn’t she? He doesn’t know how to deal with emotional people and he sure as hell doesn’t know how to deal with crying girls.

Her shoulders are shaking with the quiver of her body, he thinks she looks a little pathetic. Rolled into a ball, it reminds him of when he’d kick assholes in the stomach so they’d peel over in her position. But it’s a position that’s honestly just making feel like shit because this is certainly not someone who he wants to see in such a vulnerable position.

When concerned adults glance at her, he shoots a mean glare in their direction back. His lips curling downward into an unsightly grimace. His fists clench before he hears another choked sob leave her lips from behind her mask. She’s silent when she cries, something he thinks she picked up when those girls bullied her.

What does he do?

Should he comfort her?

Sounds right.

Crouching in front of her, he reached out but let his hand linger before dropping it entirely when another sob wracked her body. He scratches at his head and pulls at his hair before cursing under his breath.

Fuck.

He only knew how to beat bitches up. He only knew how to punch people until he felt better. He was never comforted when he cried as a child, because that's the only time he did cry. Before it was beat out of him.

He didn’t care when people cried around him, they knew better than to seek comfort from him. And if they did, it ended with a swift fist to the gut. His associates don’t fucking cry, or else they wouldn’t be fucking around him.

But her…

He can’t stand the shake in her shoulders and the way she’s slumped over like a dead plant. He’s gonna fucking lose it. It makes him so fucking angry that he might smoke through his entire pack.

Goddamn it, he’s too hungry for this.

Swiftly standing up, he roughly grabs her arm that's wrapped around her knees. At first, she tries shoving him away but his grip is hard and tight. With another hard pull, he made her get to her feet. She stumbled a little, but stood with his will. Her eyes still shut from crying as he pulled her along by her elbow. Her backpack jostling as he dragged her, ignoring the stares of people passing by.

Sitting down in a fast food place was easy, settling down in a booth in the corner. The A/C was blasting and it was mostly empty save for the employees and other high school students.

Hands shoved her into the corner before he collapsed next to her. Huffing out a breath as he pulled out his phone to shoot a text to Hwangmo to cover his ass. When he’s done, he places his phone on the table and turns to see that she’s still sobbing out of her mind.

He doesn’t think people would be able to tell at this point, but he can still see the shake and twitch in her shoulders. Her eyes staring at the table in front of her before she blinked and more tears soaked into her mask.

They sat there as conversations flowed around the fast food place. Employees taking orders and the quiet shuffle of her taking off her backpack and dropping it on the floor under the table. Both of them not saying a word until a few more minutes pass and she’s still quietly sniffling.

Then, he leans his head on hers. Not stooping down to press his cheek against his like before, just resting his cheek against her hair. His body is warm and real next to her and it makes her eyes shoot open.

“I could beat them up.” He says with the tenderness of a chainsaw.

There’s no response before there’s a slight shake of her head.

Damn.

Too bad.

“Shit, why not? I’ll break their noses in. Not like I'll have to do much differently because of the way they look.”

It’s genuine on his lips and trails off into mumbles as his eyebrows twitch. It's quiet, then there’s something that resembles a laugh leaving her lips. He’d know, he bows at the sound of it.

A grin crosses his lips as he doesn’t bother looking at her. Just pressing his cheek further into her hair. Smelling her shampoo. Not overpowering. It just makes him crave her more.

“The fuck was that on their faces anyway? They looked like goddamn clowns.”

“...... th- their makeup..?”

He hums at the sound of her small and quiet voice. Coated in tears but it soothes the anger that’s boiling underneath his skin. It’s weaker than normal but it makes him feel better.

(Her laugh that’s his and his alone. Soulmate be damned.)

“You see the way she looked when I flicked my cig on her? Fucking ugly monster ass bitch.”

“Pffft- stop!”

“I was scared, girlie. That’s why I stayed next to you.”

His voice drips with sarcasm and fake dramaticism. Her laughs are a little louder and she shoves his shoulder. It only makes him want to wrap around her tighter. Pressing her cheek into her hair, he nuzzles into her. His motive is to annoy her so she stops fucking crying everywhere.

That’s all it is.

So he keeps making fun of them and she keeps laughing. He thinks this might be better than him beating up them and their stupid ass soulmates. Then he thinks not because then he can make their bloody faces bow at her fucking shoes.

Either way, she’s telling him not to be so crude and obscene with his insults of the girls. Laughing as she finally shoves him away with the normal strength she’d usually use. He lays off and reaches to flip her hair up.

He can see her forehead and her eyes. They’re red and swollen but at least they’re dry or he’d actually fucking lose it. While she’s stunned, he pinches her nose and pulls off the mask quickly. Her face twisting into shock and betrayal as her fingers shoot out to grab at his uniform jacket.

But he maneuvers out of their shared booth seat and cackles at her.

“You’re fuckin’ nasty, girlie!”

Stuttering, she doesn’t wanna get up because she looks like a mess. Her hair messed up and mask pulled away, she relents at the fact that she doesn’t carry any extras. So she resigns herself to her vulnerability as she grabs some napkins from the side and wipes her nose and face.

Wolf has taken to throwing away her mask soaked with snot and tears before going to order them food. She cried way too goddamn much to not eat something. When it’s his turn, he just orders two of his usual before he makes his way back to their table.

She’s sitting there on her phone, her other hand tucked under her chin as she smiles. Her eyes haven’t noticed him yet so he can just stare at her while he leans against the booth.

Her hair is messy, showing off more of her face. Obvious she tried fixing it but gave up halfway through. Skin still tinged warm from when she was sobbing. But her face is bare, no barrier between him and her. His teeth gnaw on the inside of his mouth as he tilts up his glasses.

He needs to control the want that’s taking over his fucking brain before he texts Hwangmo to leave some dipshits for him to beat.

So he slides into the seat across from her and brings the two bags of fast food with him. Planting the bag on her phone, she shoots him a dirty look before her mouth waters at the sight of food. Wolf is staring at her with an odd look before he rolls his eyes with a scowl.

Clicking her tongue, fingers snapped in front of his face. The other hand pulling out a fry from her bag, chewing on it as she cocked her head at the boy.

“What’s wrong?” Her voice asks, concerned but most of the concern is aimed if he’s rethinking his willingness to not beat on the girls. His eyes glaze over her face before he opens his own bag of food.

“Face looks weird.”

An offended gasp rings out in the air as she reaches over to smack his shoulder. He doesn’t react though as he unwraps his food.

“Yours looks weirder, bitch!” To that, one of his hands reach forward to her. Something unexplainable crosses his face before flicking her forehead. Relaxing back into his seat and starting to eat.

“Eat your goddamn food.”

So, they eat and she devours the greasy food at her fingertips. Wolf in front of her is quiet as he just focuses on his food. It’s usually quiet with him but now it’s a little more charged. Something in the air that makes him not want to talk to her so she just takes to her own thoughts instead.

Her mind replaying the events from earlier, fingers drumming on her lips.

Wondering before if her and Wolf friends paled in comparison to the way her heart was beating. He had let her get hurt but comforted her after. Pulled her back when she was gonna get burned.

“From the way he talks, he seems like the delinquent we thought he was.”

Her eyes lower as she gets lost in the words of her former bully. Just Wolf being there puts a bad look on her soulmate when it’s not his battle to fight. When she didn’t even know who her soulmate was.

Why should Wolf get to see her face before her soulmate did?

It made her…

Bitter.

The disdain she feels for the boy in front of her bubbles up under her skin and almost chokes her.

“You’re not even pretty enough to be fantasized about.”

The disdain for herself crushes her heart before her throat closes.

If she’s not pretty enough to be fantasized about…

Why does she keep searching for his gaze? Why does the boy in front of her stir up every feeling she holds sacred for her soulmate?

She feels annoyed, angry, and inexplicably happy when she’s in his presence.

It’s disgusting.

When she met her soulmate, she needed to do those three things.

Beg for her forgiveness, let her hit them, and for her not to cry.

Wolf soothes her until she turns to mush, made her want to hit him most of the time, and pissed her off enough to raise her voice.

Makes her forget about her promise.

Makes her forget she even has a….

“I bet your soulmate here won’t give a shit if we did this right?”

They can’t make assumptions like that because Wolf isn’t her fucking soulmate. She’s not his and he’s not hers. All of these assumptions and lies about her soulmate makes her skin burn. She wishes they would just get in a fight right in front of Wolf to show him they aren't eachother’s.

Because even if her soulmate doesn’t give a shit about her, even if they don’t care. She can. She cares.

The boy in front of her is not her soulmate and will never be.

So he should just…

“You’re just a fucking pussy, aren’t you?”

…

Meanwhile the boy in front of her is staring hard at her face as she’s lost in thought. His pupils dilate as he examines her in this vulnerable state.

It made him want to grab her and hide her away before her soulmate could steal her away from him. He knows he’s done for, just those girls taking it too far with her made him want to jump over the boundary he had against hitting chicks.

Angry that these girls were so cruel to someone who scolded him and threw away his cigarette butts. To someone who was weaker than him but wasn’t a little bitch. Fragile but still had spunk to her.

He’s a little bitter.

It’s a thought he can’t help but have. His inability to hide his want for her bubbled up at random times. He tried so desperately to hide it, not to let her see anything but that delinquent boy she’s come to know.

But deep down, in the deepest crevices in his chest, he really is fucking bitter.

Bitter that she isn’t his soulmate. Bitter that he doesn’t have one at all. It makes him dig his nails into his palm as he thought about when he used to beg for a soulmate mark. A child who thought his problems would be solved if it happened already.

He wouldn’t mind being her stupid ass soulmate, he wouldn’t mind it at all. In fact, he might get on his knees and beg for that stupid mark again if he keeps looking at her face.

But this was fate and he didn’t have a brand to her.

That was fate and that was that.

He’s a bad person. He’s not a fucking idiot and he’s certainly not braindead. He knows he is. So it’s better that this girl with kind eyes isn’t his soulmate.

But what he wouldn’t give.

Right when he has this thought, her head raises to him and their eyes meet. Separated by a table in this fast food place. Her eyes still tinged red as he can now see the way she chews her lip, eyes automatically drawn to there.

…

“You should leave me alone.”

Her voice says, not shaking or weak like before. Her normal attitude when she asked him something and he usually complied like the whipped dog he was. His eyebrows raise as he examines her expression.

“Sick of me already?”

A sneer replaces the straight line on his lips. As if challenging her to stand on her words. She bites her lip, hard until it’s red. He doesn’t know where to look or what’s acceptable.

“No… I just….” A voice trails off and he starts drumming his fingers on the table. Seemingly bored, a mocking smile on his lips. The only way he knows to hide the way he wants to shake her shoulders and demand her to take it back.

“People could think you’re my soulmate and I…..”

Hands clutch at her skirt as she remembers what she’s gone through for her soulmate. All those burns and all of this. She owes it.

It’s fate after all.

“Stand on your shit. You’re pissing me off.” He spits out as he grinds his teeth. Fuck those girls, he’s gonna lose it on the girl in front him if she doesn’t just fucking say it.

“Please stop talking to me.”

Her voice is polite and small as she grabs her bag and slides out of the booth. Bowing a bit to the boy in front of her before walking out of the establishment.

“I’m sorry and thank you.”

Wolf sits there alone before he slams his fist down hard on the table and stalks out of the place as well. Punching numbers into his phone as he barks out orders and shoves it back into his pocket. Lest it broke in his hand.

She doesn’t know why she starts crying, uncontrollable tears falling down her face. Wolf doesn’t deserve something so polite, he’s used to clipped orders and punches to the face. But she can’t help it.

It hurts more than her bullies and she doesn’t know why. It hurts more than the idea that her soulmate might not love her back.

Why?

When she reaches her house, she immediately stumbles for her mirror in the bathroom. Her hands gripping the sides of it as she stares in her reflection. Her hair messed up and tears running down her face.

Where are you?

Don’t you see what I’m going through because of you?

You have to love me, right?

When bruises start appearing on her face, she breaks down in more sobs. Her forehead pressed against the mirror. Shakily breathing as her nose starts dripping blood into her precelain sink. Fogging the mirror with her panicked breaths.

I hate you…

Her hand raises before slowly clenching into a fist. Shaking as she hits the mirror lightly with her fist.

There’s someone who really cared about me, y’know?

When her eyes meet themselves in her mirror she feels a wave of disgust and anger. Alone in her bathroom and no one to judge or bother her. No knowing eyes from Wolf and no repulsive ones from her bullies.

Can I not have even that?

“Am I that selfish? For wanting this one thing?!”

There’s a voice, hoarse as she yells in her bathroom. Her fists coming down hard on the mirror before she steps back. Heaving her breaths before screaming and throwing a vase in her bathroom at the mirror.

Breaking her reflection and the reflection of her soulmate tie on it.

Exhausted gasps leave her lips as she stares down at the shards on the bathroom floor and in the sink. She thinks of Wolf and his laugh as he mocks her for being dramatic. Letting her shove him back as she lets out her frustration on him. Crouching on the bathroom tiles, she mirrors how she looked earlier in the day.

Sobbing as she takes off her gloves and sees the blood staining her knuckles. It’s nauseating and it makes her sick. Crying herself into sleep as she passes out on the bathroom floor.

Somewhere else, Hwangmo watches as Wolf heaves heavy breaths over some big guy with an even bigger ego. His… friend? Leader? Wipes his nose before he wipes his cheek too. He can’t see Wolf’s face, shadowed under low convenience store lights in the alley they’re in.

“Shit. Fuck is this?”

A voice barks out quietly before wiping at his cheek again. There’s quiet sniffling and Hwangmo doesn’t dare say anything as he looks away. Busying himself with nudging his shoe at these schmucks’ heads.

last chapter

next chapter

ok i feel like this needs a note but i needed to contrive the ending im sorry guys HHAHAHA promise next chater will be better and wolf is just a tad bit more in character lol. hope u enjoyed tho! im having alot of fun w this fic ^^

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conron · 1 month ago

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GREAT 😭😭😭😭😭 THIS IS ON THE SECOND CHAOTER OF SHARED BURNS

#wolf keum #geum seongje

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conron · 1 month ago

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can anyone who writes NORMAL keyword NORMAL wolf x readers PLEASE UPDATEEEEE OR POST IT MANNNN OH MY GODDD THERES ONLY SO MANY TIMES I CAN REREAD NOCTURNE’S FICS 😭😭😭😭

#wolf keum #wolf keum x reader

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conron · 1 month ago

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What do you think of the Weak Hero Kdrama Adaptation?

(I'm a watcher than a reader of this series. Although I am intending to read)

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oh dear asker, i have a lot of thoughts on the differences between the kdrama and manhwa.

i read the manhwa first but the k drama is so different from the manhwa that you can’t really compare it TOO much. i’ve seen a lot of people who read the manhwa compare them and i don’t think that’s right.

i feel that the k drama portrays guilt and grief and far better, more interesting way for sieun. it honed in on the plot point and it’s really beautiful. the story with sieun is way more personal for reasons that i will not spoil lol than gray’s. i loved the differences in characters and what they had to do to change them. it’s really cool tbh! because they mix together different personalities and hobbies of different characters together.

please do read the manhwa! it’s really good as well!! more expanding story and heh.. more character arcs 😜😜😜 and our man…. 👅👅 i do like wolf more in the manhwa huehuehue

TLDR: k drama is very good and shouldn’t be compared to manhwa

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conron · 1 month ago

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"I wanna see what signs you away to someone else that isn't me"

I saw that. FUCK. got me wanting to roll down a hill. I love it sm, omfg. 💐💐

Also, about the Windbreaker manga. It's nice! Personally, I love it. I recommend! 🫡

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HEHHEHEHEHEH THANK U i came up with that on the fly 👅👅👅 i’m glad u liked it

thats rlly cool!! i’ll definitely check it out when my weak hero fixation ends, i gotta keep this one going to finish the fic LMFAO

#ask

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conron · 1 month ago

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shared burns chap. 2

description: fateful encounters bring forced hangout sessions with the biggest delinquent at her school. but she secretly likes it?! dont even get me started with wolf man.....

tags: pining..., unrequited feelings, fate, longing competition and wolf wins lol, hes probably ooc if u only read manhwa, reader is still kind, shy a little, teasing, banter, expect edits in the next few days

hi next chapter here, its rlly bad but im having fun so who can rlly blame me :heart:

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This is Wolf Keum.

Or Seongje Keum but it doesn’t really matter to her.

(She can almost hear her friend gasping and covering her mask so she’ll stop talking.)

“Wanna fight or something?”

No, she really doesn’t want to actually.

This is Wolf Keum.

Or Seongje Keum but it doesn’t really matter to her.

(She can almost hear her friend gasping and covering her mask so she’ll stop talking.)

“Wanna fight or something?”

No, she really doesn’t want to actually.

Regretfully, she wants to say he looked attractive but his face is swollen to shit. This is Wolf? Why does he eat so many hits? She feels like someone who literally has 100 rumors about him wouldn’t really have a scratch.

But he does and it’s smeared actually all over his face. His clothes drenched and dirty as he breathes a little shaky underneath the umbrella. Eyes sizing her up.

And when he raises his bloody and bruised fist at her, she immediately jumps back. Clenching her umbrella as the rain patters around them. Too used to raised hands of girls and this boy in this alley is no different.

Her actions seem to appease him though, glad that she’s not looking for a fight. He settles back into his slumped position, his eyes boring into hers. Doesn’t he have a rule or something? Maybe she heard wrong.

Her eyes dart from him to the convenience store. Wolf or Seongje or whatever, looks pretty bad. It would make her feel bad if she left such a sad looking dude slumped over downtown. Especially in the pouring rain.

So she pulls back her umbrella and leaves the boy with the shitty convenience store light on his face. His eyes follow her for a bit before he sighs and knocks his head back on the wall. Closing his eyes as he feels the water pour down his face.

Roaming in the convenience store, she closes her umbrella and shivers because she got partially wet when she shared it with him. Sure, she’s not an actual delinquent but she’s been bullied. Gotten her nose broken once and been punched in the face by a girl who got a bad grade on a test and needed a punching bag. Grimacing at the memory, she checks out with gauze, an ice pack, disinfectant, and ointment.

Looking to the side, she grabs something else and asks the employee to put it in with her things.

If you asked her, she would say she doesn’t know why she bothered. Why her legs splashed puddles onto her long skirt as she ran into the alley. Holding a plastic bag in her gloved hand. Her umbrella in the other.

He’s still there when she returns a few minutes later.

His head’s down and eyes closed as he looks a bit peaceful. He’s not really that scary like this. Drenched to the bone. His uniform clinging to his sopping form.

A little pathetic really.

It reminds her of that stupid puppy her mind conjured up earlier. So, as if she was approaching a wounded animal; she crouched in front of him in this dingy alley. The light is low and flickers over his face as she holds out the umbrella for him.

Head snapping back straight, his eyes follow when he realizes he’s not getting rained on. She watches him scoff at her, rolling his eyes.

“I’m not homeless, you fucking idiot.”

He roughly shoves her wrist away and she almost laughs. Smiling behind her mask because he’s genuinely funny. She knows he’s not homeless because she would’ve given him money than some fucking medical supplies.

There’s no way.

She holds the bag back in front of him, grinning under her mask. This boy is so…

“Are you really Ganghak’s Mad Dog?”

Her voice accidentally comes out as the tone she had in her head. Disbelief and kinda mocking. A little shocked that he’s the one everyone’s talking about.

Unfortunately for her, he hears the tone under the pattering of rain. Both of them closer to each other now. He can see the color of her hair and the look of her eyes. Her mask and fingerless gloves.

“The fuck did you say?”

He seethes out with a big grin. As if challenging her to say it again. Ask that question again.

Eyes widening, she remembers that this guy has literally almost killed people. If her back wasn’t already completely soaked, she would’ve felt chills up her spine. If she could see her face, it probably look like a certain shocked face with the hands behind the head picture she texts her friend sometimes.

…

Her friend is gonna kill her.

This isn’t a sopping wet dog on the side of the road. This is a very beat up teenage boy that she’s heard TOO MUCH about.

Oh fuck.

“I-I’m sorry!”

She yells out as she shoves the bag into his lap. When he goes to grab her wrist, she feels his deathly cold fingers wrap around her. Rough on her skin as she almost passes out.

So without thinking, she bonks him on the head with her umbrella. Bringing down her hand hard on his head, she’s vaguely concerned if he gets a concussion. To that, he grumbles in pain as he lets go of her. At the first prospect of freedom, she wrenches herself away and falls over in a puddle. Scrambling back away from him, she makes a break for it from the alley.

She never thought she’d be so glad to see shitty lit up street stores but she is. Her feet stomping in the water as she runs as if a track athlete was right on her heels. Her skirt soaked to her thighs and her hair drenched.

Running on the sidewalk, she doesn’t stop. Not until she boards the bus that conveniently stops right next to her and she jumps in. The bus driver takes one look at her drenched form and her shaking hands and politely looks away.

Taking off her backpack, she settles into a seat and sighs. Her clothes uncomfortably sticking to her body. When she looks out the window, she expects to see a vision of a killer standing there watching her. But there’s actually no one there and she almost starts praying right there in the seat.

Thank god… thank GOD!

I LIVE ANOTHER DAY!!

She keeps thanking God until she gets into her room and collapses in her bathtub. Dropping her backpack with a squelch on her floor, not wanting to leave water on the floor. Tiredly peeling off the medical mask that’s now sticking to her face. Catching her breath as she sits there in the bathtub.

Shit….

Nevermind, that guy is scary as shit….

When she feels her legs again, she takes a shower. Scrubbing at her face as she feels dried blood sticking to her chin. Ah man, she probably missed it when she was walking home from cram school. Before… that happened…

When the steam billows out and she’s thoroughly clean, is when she steps out. Looking in the mirror, she sees that her soulmate got in a terrible fight. The bruises coming in nicely on her face as she almost starts laughing. Of course they did.

Well, I can relate to you now.

I almost got in a fight myself, Soulmate.

How do you do this everyday?

You must suck at fighting.

She giggles to herself as she runs a hand down her face. Looking at her own reflection as if she was caressing the face of her soulmate. Even with all the heartache this person brings her, she can’t help the unconditional love bubble up in her thoughts when she’s alone. Coming out as conversations she has with herself.

Would you also give medical supplies to the worst boy at your school?

Can you blame me? He looked so sad.

He was like a sad puppy on the side of the road! How could you turn away that?

She smiles at her reflection again before dropping it and sighing. Doesn’t Wolf go to her school? She saw the Ganghak uniform and his offense at being laughed at when bringing up his “title”.

That night she lies in bed and prays that he will forget about her. That maybe he’s secretly kind and won’t beat the shit out of her right when she walks into school.

Would he allow a final conversation with her only friend before he kills her?

Oh, please be secretly kind….

The next day, she tries to remain calm and have faith in people. This illusion is dropped fast when she feels people’s eyes on her right when she walks in. Sadly, in her quest to not be known for her soulmate marks, she made herself stand out very easily. She had gotten frantic texts from her friend that people were gossiping that THE Wolf Keum was tracking down a delinquent looking girl.

Hm.

Well maybe this life wasn’t so bad for a first run. She should beg God on her hands and knees for a better run at life when she gets reincarnated. Reincarnate her as her favorite animal while he’s at it.

Wolf’s quest ended when she was trying to flee out of the lunchroom, scurrying away to the bathroom until her friend finally came to her rescue. Life is not so kind since she immediately got shoulder checked when she turned. Almost falling, a hand shoots out to grab her arm and keep her upright. Behind her mask, she breathes out a thanks before she freezes up.

Greeted with grey eyes behind new glasses, eyebrows raised as he checks what he can see of her face. White bandages on his face and his lip is still split from his fight yesterday. Purple fluffy hair sticking up in different directions.

“No fucking way.” Her mumbled voice says as everyone in the lunchroom is watching with shocked faces and carefully controlled interest.

“Yes fucking way.” He mocks as he tugs her arm in his direction, not too rough. A big grin on his face. He stood taller than her, his shoulders not that broad. A bit skinny to be honest.

Her feet trip over themselves as she keeps up with his as he leads her up the stairs. They pass a wave of students and they part around him like the red seas. In the red sea, she sees her friend’s face and she’s mortified.

A cross is made on her friend’s chest, praying to the father, son, and holy spirit for her. She would’ve laughed if not for the most popular delinquent at her school dragging her by the wrist.

He easily goes onto the rooftop, obvious only gangsters hang out up there. But just one look at Wolf and they’re immediately mumbling apologies as they stomp out their cigarettes and heading back inside. Equating it to kids getting caught out of their rooms at bedtime.

Oh god.

Is he gonna push her off the roof?

He’s definitely gonna kill her….

“You hit me with an umbrella, girlie.” His voice calls out before he barks out an order to one of his, she guesses, minions. To get them food. He gestures in her direction and she only shakes her head, a little confused and a little still scared to death. She swears she feels his hand tighten slightly over her wrist.

“Oh haha…. you remember that? I sure don’t….” His disinterested face comes back as he slightly twists her wrist to the side.

“OKAY OKAY IM SORRY I DO REMEMBER!” Crying out at her arm being even a little hurt. Her lips pout behind her mask and he twists her wrist back to normal. Smiling a little. Amused at her dramatic reaction.

“You got some fuckin’ balls.” He asserts as he pulls her down to sit on the ledge of the rooftop. Their backs pressed against the fence as the sun beams down on them.

A rough calloused hand leaves her wrist and she immediately fidgets with her hands. Carefully not looking at him as she looks away and instead, examining the surrounding of her soon to be crime scene.

“Only when I feel like I'm in a life or death situation.” Her response is mindless as she just speaks without thinking as she looks around.

“You think I'm a life or death situation?” An eyebrow is raised on his face. His little minion comes back and hands him a plastic bag full of snacks that he likes and he shoos them away with a flick of his wrist.

“Maybe…? a little….?” Her voice trails off as she whistles to herself. Looking around at the sky, ignoring the fact that he’s staring at her like he’s gonna kill her.

(But she’s not really looking at his face because he’s actually amused. A little tweak to his lips as he watches her.)

“Stop being wishy washy about it, it’s fucking annoying.”

“Well you’re scary dude, what do you want me to say?”

He barks out a laugh as he eats his snacks. The girl sitting next to him on the rooftop has almost no filter. Picking and choosing her words to be either brutally honest or carefully placed neutrality.

In layman’s terms, she sounds like an idiot.

“Am I scary?”

He murmurs as he leans in close to her. His face pressed up close to hers. Only shielded with her mask and the hair that falls slightly over her eyes. Her face heats up as she thanks god that she wears the masks now.

She can see the slant of his eyes. His eyelashes and his bangs are brushing up against hers. He stares into her eyes before she breathes and hits his forehead with hers. It elicits the reaction she wants as he removes his face from being so close to her.

“Yes! Yes you are!”

He breaks out in full crazy laughs as he hunches forward into his knees.

Shit.

She’s fun.

Now she’s standing and clutching at her shirt, breathing heavily as she stares down at him. Her face is hidden behind her mask and hair but he can feel her flushed face from where he’s sitting.

“Really going for the head again? Trying to make me lose brain cells?”

“You already don’t seem to have any!”

“Oh? So you’re arguing with a guy with no brain cells? What’s that make you?”

“Can you please beat me up and get it over with?”

Her voice whined at him at this point, exasperated as if she was a child. It’s terrifying, she doesn’t know if he’s just buttering her up before kicking the shit out of her or not. She thinks he’s laughing at her but again, maybe this is just how insane he is.

“Why the hell would I waste my time beating on a chick?” His voice is clear and he has an amused smile on his face. Though for his face being pretty fucked up at the moment, he kinda just looks like an insane escaped convict.

“So…. you’re not here to kill me?”

“Are you fucking serious? I would’ve done it by now, you-”

A plethora of slurs leave his mouth at her expense as she stares at him. She breathes for a second, her shoulders slumping. Collapsing next to her pseudo kidnapper, she brings her knees to her chest and curls up. The wind blows through their hair as he eats his food in silence. Placing her cheek upon her knees, she turns her head to look at the boy next to her.

His eyes meet hers as he has a pastry in his mouth. The sun reflects on his glasses as she squints to see his eyes.

1… 2….

Three seconds pass and then a minute does.

“Do you actually beat up people who look at you for three seconds?”

“Motherfuckers shouldn’t even be looking at me for that long.”

Oh?

…

Turning her head away in blissful and ignorant peace, they fall into silence again. Well he didn’t grab her by her collar and beat her until she looks as bad as her soulmate does, so she thinks she’s in the clear.

They don’t speak any more before it’s time to leave to go back to class. She stands up first, dusting off her skirt before turning her head to him still sitting there. His eyes are closed as he has his face turned up to the sky, not bothering to even move from his spot. She probably should’ve expected that, he’s in the Union or something after all.

Vaguely, she wonders what his soulmate tie is. It’s one of the first things people notice about others, easy to point out and strike up a conversation about. Usually, it’s apparent on people’s skin but others do take heed to hide them like she does. Though, he doesn’t seem to have anything to hide. Whereas she has the most to hide.

Wolf’s eyes when he doesn’t feel the blare of the sun on him. And a mad dog sees a girl with a covered face looking down at him. He can see the squint of her eyes and he assumes that she’s smiling down at him.

“Sorry, Wolf.”

She apologizes with a kind voice, different from her tone the entire time they were on the rooftop. Reminds him of rain and the dark when she held a convenience store bag for him. Humming a response, he shoos her away.

The sound of that name on her lips makes him want to strangle someone. Clenching his fists as he lazily stares at her retreating form go to the door.

When she walks back into her class, her classmates are staring at her as if she should be a ghost. It makes her a little jumpy, not used to being perceived. Though, her appearance also makes her unapproachable to most people in her school so she just sits there as eyes dart back to her every few minutes during class.

Then started Wolf pulling her away at odd times during the day. Starting the day after and continuing well into the month and the following one. It begins as him grabbing her red uniform jacket when she's walking in the hallway. Cueing the gasps before said gasped students look away as if it's not happening.

“C’mon girlie, you’re coming with me.” His smug voice drones out as he drags her away, her friend falling to her knees as if the love of her life had been taken by the war. She doesn’t like saying that though, jokes like that can be interpreted wrong with soulmates.

These forced… hangouts? Consisted of them just being in each other’s space. Sharing banter. He seems to like the way she talks, something she’s not really used to. The only other person she talks to rambles while she listens, which she doesn’t mind. She loves hearing about the new gang drama.

But Wolf pushes different buttons, seeking out her opinions and comments on random things. Laughing when she says something stupid or too blunt. Her face ends up burning every time they hang out, embarrassed that he can pull out different sides of her as if he was flipping pages in a book.

…

Another day on the rooftop, he pulls out cigarettes to smoke. Without saying anything else, he drops something in her lap. Her eyes blink as she sees a familiar sight.

“Light me up.” He says as he leans in closer to her face. It reminds her of when he asked if he was scary last week, but he seems to have learned she’s not above hitting him.

Her fingers find the lighter she had given him when it was raining. It was a zippo lighter, grey and dull. As if someone had rubbed the shine off of it. When she had snatched it off the rack with lighter fluid, she thought of his bruised fingers trying uselessly to light his cigarette under the pouring rain.

In front of her, he’s ditched the uniform jacket that she currently has on. Only wearing the white button up along with a shirt underneath that says KANZO. They’re sitting on their ledge again as he leans over closer to her. His glasses pushed on his nose as his cigarette dangles between his lips.

“You gave me it. You light it.”

She refrains the insatiable want to roll her eyes at him. The way he talks to her borders between crazy and childish and the latter is currently overtaking him.

“I bet it didn’t even help. Your cigarette was soaked anyway.” Her voice admonishes him as she doesn’t bother leaning closer to him, just holding her hand out to light it. The zippo struggling to flicker to life as the wind is especially harsh today.

“You chose today of all days to smoke around me?”

“Addiction doesn’t stop for the weather.”

She snorts as she feels a smile tug at her lips from underneath her mask. Eyebrows furrowing before she tsks and leans in closer to him after all. A gloved hand cupping the flame so she can light his stupid cigarette and get away from him.

“That’s fucking stupid.”

She’s too focused on sparking him up to see the genuine smile on his lips. He seems to soak in her presence, enjoying the way she leans closer to him.

Her knee brushes his from under her skirt. Soft fingers brush his cheek as she cups the flame to make sure it lights. He wonders why she’s actually trying when she could just hit him and tell him to light his stupid cigarette himself.

He doesn’t know why but he won’t question it.

Just keep being close to me.

“Mm. Want one?” Right as the words murmur between his lips she finally lights his cigarette. Honestly, she doesn’t have a big problem with smoking. She’s tried it before and it gets the edge off but to smoke, she’d have to pull down her mask. And that’s not something she’s willing to share with the delinquent in front of her.

“No thanks, you can die at 30. Alone.”

“Would you keep me company until I’m 30 if I stopped?” Her body freezes up as he casually pulls away from her sphere. Her arms stuck in place as she doesn’t dare looking up at him.

Flirting?

That was saved for someone you knew was your soulmate.

“I’m fucking with you, get that stupid look off your face.” Standing up, he reaches down to mess her hair up and push her head away. Shit, he needs to keep his jaw shut. For some reason, he doesn’t want her to run. Doesn’t want her to look like that when he doesn’t mean for it.

But she looks up at him and he thinks she’s smiling. Reaching up to punch him with her weak arm.

“What are you wearing anyway? Is it designer?”

“What about it?”

“Looks kinda stupid…”

Before he can rip into her appearance and outfit, the rooftop door opens and it’s a boy with an orange mullet. He seems nervous to pull Wolf away but he says he tried his phone and it’s a meeting with the Union.

Wolf says something about it being a fucking bother before grabbing her arm and making her stand up. He takes maybe two puffs of his cigarette before flicking it away. Her lips mumble something about him being wasteful and stomps out his cigarette before picking it up.

When he drags her away to the rooftop door, she throws his cigarette away and is let go to go back to lunch with her friend. Her friend almost collapses from relief, clinging onto her form as the masked girl laughs.

“What did he do to you?! You smell like cigarettes!!! He’s gonna kill you….”

“I’m fine, I’m fine. He hasn’t killed me yet.”

A gloved hand pats her head and smiles underneath her mask.

He had turned from pulling her from lunch to immediately kidnapping her after school. All these times, he didn’t seem to have a scratch on him. When she assumes he got in a fight, he would leave her alone until he only had white bandages to tell he was in a fight.

The hangouts were quiet most of the time, only filled with banter sometimes as they got food. She never ate though, keeping her mask on. He scoffed a lot when she did that, rolling his eyes as he stuffed his face. He never pushed her though.

They only last for an hour or so before he decides he has something better to do and lets her go. Usually getting a text or call where he needs somewhere to be. Always smoking with that silly zippo lighter that she told him to throw away because he’s only had it for a month and it’s already incredibly beat up.

His grin comes easy as he says he’s gonna keep it just to spite her. She doesn’t know if she should kill him or not. Then she remembers that he could very well kill her if he so pleased so she shuts the idea down immediately.

Surprisingly, he doesn’t get in any fights around her for the most part. He shoots people crazy side eyes and bores his pupils into people that bump into them. It’s mostly smoothed over when they see who he is and her appearance.

Two delinquents.

He laughed in her face when she complained about it once. Whining that people think she’s a delinquent and him hanging out with her isn’t helping.

“You do that all yourself, girlie.”

She had half a mind to shove his shoulder where they were sitting on a bench while he ate an ice cream. It was the first time he pulled her out of cram school, threatening to knock at the window of her class before she just excused herself and left with her things.

They roamed the streets of where her cram school was and it became a normal thing between them. She almost expected him to be there some days, something unexplainable told her to pack up because Wolf was coming.

Vaguely, she wonders why he keeps her around. He could very easily just not talk to her but he seeks her out. Dragging her away to be in his presence. She doesn’t mind it that much but he certainly has better things to do than talk to some girl in his school.

She doesn’t ask though. Not wanting him to change his tone with her.

Another day, he had pulled her out of cram school to hang out in a convenience store, the same one she had ducked into that fateful night, he questioned her.

“Did you actually think I was homeless that one night?” His voice comes out as a small murmur and he doesn't bother looking at her as they sit across from one another.

“Of course I didn’t. Homeless people can’t get into Ganghak.”

He snorts a little as he eats, smiling into his food. It’s in stolen moments when he reacts to what she says, she feels a tug inside her. Begging her to reach forward and poke his cheek. To run her fingers in that mass of hair that’s definitely at least a little matted.

Then she turns away because she doesn’t even know if he’s her soulmate. Thinking about things like that is taboo if you haven’t met your soulmate. It causes people to shun you, disgusted that you can even have thoughts like that outside of your fated one.

He’s never mentioned a soulmate, never brought it up. She’s curious though, wanting to know if he’s met them. She wants to know if he acts this way with others. Then she can lament and tell her soulmate about it in the mirror.

“Hey, fucker. You’re not listening to me.”

There’s fingers in front of her face, snapping at her. Her head snaps up from the table and is met with his annoyed expression.

“Don’t ignore me.” Her mind conjures up small puppy ears on his head and she’s hung out with him enough to know that beneath the annoyed voice, he's pouting.

“Are you a dog?”

“What? Want me to bark for you?”

Her silence makes him roll his eyes.

“I’m not fucking barking for you, bitch.”

And as it always does, she starts giggling and he watches. He can’t see the shape of her smile or even the light in her eyes but he can hear it. Small laughter in the stale air of this convenience store.

It makes him want to curl her into his heart and hold her there forever. This girl who he can’t even see the shape of her jaw or the curve of her smile. His hands ache to wrap around her and hold her against him.

But he doesn’t. Because although he can take whatever he wants, he knows she probably has some snotty nosed soulmate. He can’t tell because of her outfit but he wouldn’t be able to tell anyway. His ears were never keen to seek out answers for soulmates, not when he doesn’t have one of his own.

Just marry some widow. That’s all you’re good for after all.

He doesn’t give a shit. He doesn’t need to marry and he doesn’t need anyone to wait for him.

The girl quietly on her phone in front of him probably has a nice soulmate mark. Somewhere that’s not privy to him because she’s shy and gets fidgety at the prospect of removing her mask. Branding her to some smart good looking schmuck. Someone who’s perfect for her.

For some reason, the thought makes him want to chew through his own skin. He wants to start fights for no reason, not under Baekjin’s control. It gets him stupid, if he wasn’t already.

“Wolf?”

He hums his reply, busying himself with eating so she doesn’t see the way his eyes ache for her.

“What’s your soulmate tie?”

There’s a pause in the air. His eyes flickering up to meet hers, she’s looking at him a little scared. The way her hands fidget with her sleeve.

“Or haha! Um! You don’t need to tell me or anything!”

“Don’t got one.”

Cutting through her apology like a knife, turning her to silence.

“.....Huh?”

“What? You fuckin’ deaf now? I don’t have a fucking soulmate.”

Her eyes blink at him, a little bewildered. He doesn’t want any of that pity shit, not now. Not from anyone. Especially not her.

“Don’t got a mark or anything. Wasn’t born with one. Never got it when I was older.”

There’s quiet between them for a bit.

“Sorry for asking…” He’s surprised that she doesn’t apologize for his loss. It’s what most people say to his predicament, before he punches them in the face. It was rare for people to not have soulmates, those people usually being under scrutiny like he has or, if you're rich enough, pay to get a fake ass soulmate mark.

He’s quiet for a moment before his eyes flicker to her face. She’s looking down at the table, maybe afraid of his eyes. Scarfing down the rest of his spicy noodles, he rubs his forehead with his thumb. He should get Hwangmo to go out for drinks tonight, he can’t deal with this shit right now.

“Yours?” He barks out with a bite. Her head perks up at the word.

“Ah?”

“Your soulmate brand or fuckin’ whatever.”

Her eyes reach his face and they soften immensely. A normal conversation and attitude doesn’t really suit Wolf. Refraining to correct him and call it a soulmate tie, she decides to let him know this little thing about her. She did pry at him after all, it only makes sense.

“I have one.”

“What’s it look like?”

“...”

“Hey, show me. I want to see it.”

I want to see what signs you away to someone else that isn’t me.

He reaches across the table and goes to pull down her mask with a finger. He expects to see a mark of a star or something, tattooed on her face. Or maybe a soulmate mark of the first time her soulmate will touch her, on her face. He’s seen both on poor bastards he beat senseless. The idea of either of these marks on her skin makes him want to strangle her fucking soulmate.

When her face is revealed to him, he sees nothing of the sort. Just her face as her lips are parted, a shaky breath leaving them. His finger grazes her cheek, soft and plush. Fragile. Her cheeks are heating up with the few seconds he gets to see them and he feels a tug at the corner of his mouth.

A secret that only he’s seen.

When she slaps his hand away and quickly pulls her mask back to her nose, he leans across the table and laughs loudly. Not caring that the customers around them stare at him like he’s crazy before realizing he’s Wolf and turning away.

“There’s nothing there. What are you even hiding, girlie?”

“F-fuck you! Don’t do that shit again!”

Despite her bark, there’s no bite and he wants to take his chances to flip up the hair that's partially covering her eyes. He wants to see her look at him. Reveal herself and pull off the gloves that cover her palms. Run his fingers down her palm and trace the lines there. Cup her cheek.

His mind devolves as he just stares at her grumbling and looking away from him.

Inappropriate thoughts like this when she's taken by a soulmate is something he should definitely be hit for.

Ah shit.

He needs to calm down.

Feeling restrained is something he’s always hated. When he wanted something, he took it immediately or beat whoever he wanted to get it. But he can’t fight against fate so he has to settle for this.

For glimpses of her face and kind eyes that look at him. For laughs that ring like soft church bells in his ears, begging him to worship her. For light brushes of her fingers tips, never her palm. For a soft voice that stutters when flustered and honey like when she’s kind.

He’ll be fine with that. He doesn’t need anything else from this kind girl hiding under a delinquent outfit. He hasn’t needed a soulmate in years, they don’t mean shit to him. That hasn’t changed and it’ll stay that way.

She’s just entertaining.

Fun.

Good to pass some time.

(He doesn’t listen to his heart that yearns for her to be his.)

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