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The Different Facets of Love

what would the romantic dynamics with them look like?

with Wooyoung, Park Humin, Go Hyuntak

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⚠️ Warning: contains toxic relationships, intense emotions, one-sided love, and strong emotional conflict.

Friends to Lover

Park Humin

After the match, thinking Baku might be thirsty, you had grabbed water for both him and Gotak and waited in front of the locker room.

The moment they stepped out, Baku’s eyes found yours, and his smile widened. When you tossed him the bottle, he caught it effortlessly.

“Thanks,” he said, taking a sip. When he casually draped his arm over your shoulder, your heart skipped a beat. You told yourself it was just a friendly gesture—yet your heart wasn’t convinced.

You turned to Gotak, starting a lighthearted chat. While you teased about how nervous and clumsy Baku had been before the game, laughter spilled out of you. You noticed Baku watching, his cheeks faintly red, but he didn’t interrupt—just quietly listened.

Then one of Baku’s teammates spotted the scene and grinned.

“Hey guys, looks like Baku finally got himself a girlfriend!”

Baku choked on his water mid-sip, coughing as his face flushed.

You froze, words stuck in your throat, but Gotak—wearing a mischievous smirk—jumped in:

“He hasn’t confessed yet… but honestly, don’t they look perfect together?”

You turned to Baku in shock, forcing a small smile.

“What ?”

The warmth in Baku’s gaze made your chest tighten.

“I don’t know what they’re talking about,” he muttered, lightly smacking Gotak’s arm in mock annoyance.

“Hey!”

Second Change Romance

Kang Wooyoung

You had no idea that a familiar stranger would show up at the gathering you’d arranged to meet your high school friends.

The night was unfolding beautifully when your eyes fell on a pair that cut through the darkness. Years had passed, yet the same spark, the same fire still burned in them—but you knew him well enough to sense something was wrong.

Was he tired? No, it wasn’t that kind of exhaustion—it was more like he was in pain. You hated yourself for wondering why. When you looked away and returned to your friends’ table, something tightened in your chest. Your stomach churned; all you wanted was to leave.

Apologizing to your friends, you exited the venue. Walking briskly home in the cold air, you stopped when you heard your name called. Your heart raced with longing and excitement, yet pride refused to let you turn around.

You started walking again, but the sound of footsteps behind you told you he wouldn’t leave you be tonight.

“Why aren’t you waiting?” When he caught up, the disappointment furrowing his brows was clear.

“What do you want?” Your voice was as cold, sharp, and calculated as the air around you. You looked away, noticing him clench his jaw.

“I… I’m sorry. Again…” His eyes didn’t meet yours as he bit his lip, exhaling shakily while running his hands through his hair. “I still love you. I miss you. Damn it, I was wrong! But I truly did love you…”

Your heart raced, and you swore under your breath. “You only ever saw me as ten thousand won. Don’t talk about love.”

He groaned in frustration. Though he reached out, his hands slowly retreated. “That doesn’t matter! Even if it started that way, it didn’t stay that way. You know it.”

You rolled your eyes. You wanted to believe him, to give him another chance—but something inside held you back. “All that’s left of your love is ash. Trying to reignite it is just a waste of time, Wooyoung.”

“There’s always a spark within every ember, and I’ll find it… and set it ablaze again.”

One-Sided Love

Go Hyuntak

While you shut yourself in your room, crying again because of that idiot, he was outside the door, listening to everything you had just revealed.

Every tear that fell from your eyes pierced his heart like a dagger. He hated that you cried because of him.

He couldn’t touch you, afraid of hurting you further, yet watching you like this was unfair. And somehow, despite everything, seeing you choose him again wasn’t fair either.

As you tried to speak through your tear-streaked face and hiccuping breaths, he silenced you. “I’ll make that bastard pay.”

Fuelled by the anger burning inside him, he turned to leave the house, hating that wretched man—for hurting you, for making you cry, but most of all, for stealing you from him.

Before he could even step outside, your hands captured his, halting him in place. “Wait… please…” The tremor in your voice made his chest ache. “I can’t live without him. Don’t do this.”

The words that spilled from his lips drove a dagger straight into your heart.

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Sorry for being late… I haven’t had much time to write, and I’ve only managed a little so far. This one feels heavier, emotionally, but I’m not sure. I just can’t seem to come up with any ideas. (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)⁠

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The Different Facets of Love

what would the romantic dynamics with them look like?

With Suho, Seongje, Sieun

Enemies to Lover

Geum Seongje

What existed between you and Seongje was never merely verbal sparring or rivalry; it was an inherited need to prove yourself, passed down like a stubborn family heirloom. For as long as you could remember, you’d been measured against him in every aspect of life, and that relentless comparison had transformed whatever bond you once shared into something closer to loathing. As you grew, the two of you became indistinguishable from sworn enemies.

On your side, there was a fierce, unrelenting ambition—and the crushing weight placed on your shoulders in childhood because of him. On his side, there seemed only effortless amusement. His eyes would gleam whenever they met yours, and that damnable smile never once left his lips.

That day at school, the exam results and student rankings were posted on the wall. You stared at the paper before you, disappointment sinking deep in your chest. Just above your name, exactly where he always was, was Seongje. You’d been handed second place yet again.

“Hm~ I suppose comparing us was a mistake from the start.” The voice came from behind you, quickening your pulse, but the disappointment inside you swiftly curdled into anger. “I even tried making extra mistakes, just to give you a chance—but it seems even that wasn’t enough.”

“I fucking hate you.” The words came out softer than you intended, and his expression—infuriatingly—carried not mockery but something almost warm, perhaps even tinged with affection.

“No,” he said, smiling as if it were the simplest truth in the world, “you don’t.”

Knight x Damsel

Ahn Suho

You were chatting and laughing with your friend in class; everything seemed normal. People were talking, studying, going about their day. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Suho resting his head on his desk, staring blankly at the floor. You assumed he was trying to sleep—but when your eyes met, you quickly looked away, as if you’d been caught looking at something you shouldn’t.

While joking with your friend and showing off the outfit you were wearing, a whistle echoed behind you. You paused mid-sentence and quietly turned around.

“I never thought our school’s little nerd would wear something like that.”

He said it loud enough for everyone to hear. Blood rushed to your face; you forced a smile, but he didn’t stop.

“What beautiful curves you have… I’ll have to take a closer look sometime.”

Unsure what to say, you gripped your phone tightly, hearing the snickers of his friends. As you lowered your head and opened your mouth, a shadow fell across you.

“Watch your mouth.”

When you glanced up, it was Suho. It was the first time you’d seen him do anything besides sleep.

The whole class seemed to hold its breath as Suho placed his hand on the boy’s shoulder.

“Let me teach you how to talk to women—outside.”

As the boy followed him out of the classroom, you watched in stunned silence.

Grumpy x Sunshine

Yeon Sieun

You walked into school wearing your usual perfect smile. Familiar faces greeted you with returning smiles, small reflections of your own lighting up their expressions.

You were beautiful, polite, excelled in your studies, and came from a respected, well-known family. You possessed everything most people desired but could never have.

As you entered the classroom without letting your smile fade, you noticed the kids crowding around Sieun, once again trying to bother him. Your radiant, sun-bright smile shifted into a serious expression.

“Hey, what are you doing?” You addressed them, setting your bag on your desk as you made your way toward Sieun’s table. The kids muttered a few words, smirking, but you stepped between them and Sieun’s desk.

“Save the fun for later. My classmate and I are going to study. Can you keep it down a little?”

After you spoke, smiling but firm, the kids finally moved away from Sieun’s desk toward the front of the classroom. Minutes of ignoring your earlier warnings had been undone with just a single word from you.

When you turned back to Sieun, you returned his brief glance with a soft smile. He quickly went back to his test book.

“That wasn’t necessary.” Despite the coldness in his voice, you kept smiling.

“Well… if you want to thank me properly, we could grab a meal after school.” You looked up, catching his vacant gaze again, and your smile widened.

“I’m paying!” Even as he sighed in mock exasperation, his pulse quickened.

“No need.”

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Hi! I’m thinking of writing the second chapter~ Most likely I’ll share it with you tomorrow (*≧ω≦) Hope you’ll like it♡

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"Sometimes even the silence whispers of the old days."

Park Humin x reader

⚠️ Content:

Soft | Nostalgia | Slight Angst | Fluff

As the sun dipped behind the school, you sat on the front steps with your knees pulled close. The air was cold enough to sting, but you weren’t ready to leave—not yet.

Empty as the garden looked now, your mind was still alive with the echoes of laughter, half-finished conversations, and the clatter of basketballs on the court.

Whenever you felt the urge to run away—or whenever a wave of nostalgia for the past washed over you—this was where you came. Looking toward the basketball court, you could almost see Gotak and Hunmin’s games playing out in your head. You could hear your conversations with Juntae in the garden, recall the times you tried to study with Sieun, and relive the ridiculous yet endearing banter with Baku on your way home.

Once again, an involuntary smile tugged at your lips. You missed high school—

or maybe you simply missed the version of yourself that existed back then.

The cold air sent a shiver through you, yet you weren’t ready to leave. You pulled your legs in tighter.

“You’re here again.”

His voice was warm, familiar.

“Nowhere else to go, Humin.”

You didn’t look at him, but you felt the weight of his presence as he sat beside you.

“You do realize what time it is, right? Everyone’s looking for you.”

You chuckled. “Really?”

When you turned your head toward him, you were met with a pair of eyes brighter than the moon that lit the whole night. He nodded.

“Your father’s worried.”

“Worried, yet still not familiar enough with me to know I’d come here. Even you know that.”

“Come on, let’s get you home.”

You shrugged again, like a stubborn child. “I don’t want to.”

“You’re freezing,” he murmured, brushing your cheek with the gentlest touch. “Trying to get sick?”

Before you could answer, he shrugged off his cardigan and held it out.

You smiled, surprised. “Aren’t you going to be cold?”

“I’ll live,” he said simply. “Just… don’t start crying over a runny nose later.”

"hey!" You shoved his shoulder in mock offense, but the laugh that slipped from him warmed you more than the cardigan ever could.

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Just Friends?

"The heart remembers what the mind tries to forget."

-Seongje x Reader one-shot

✦ Hey!

Click here to read Part I ✧

I honestly wasn’t planning on writing a second part… but here we are.

Hope you enjoy it ♡ (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠)

⚠️ Content Warnings:

toxic romance · intense emotional tension · alcohol use · possessive behavior · jealousy · heated kissing ·

As things progressed according to Baekjin’s plan, you found yourself nothing more than his puppet, trying to keep things moving forward with Baku. But clearly, things were not unfolding as you wished. Weeks had passed since your last conversation, yet neither you nor Seongje had faced each other.

You figured it probably didn’t even matter to him. Classic Seongje—always chasing his own pleasure and amusement. Even if you weren’t there, countless other girls would gladly take your place.

Sitting alone in your dark home, swirling wine in your glass, your solitude was shattered by the ping of a notification. You didn’t rush to check your phone; it hardly mattered who it was from—you already knew who never messaged you. So, you ignored it.

Notifications kept coming, growing more insistent. Frustrated, you switched off the phone and rested your head against the couch. You lost track of time until a knock at the door made you drop your glass and slowly lift your head. "Who the hell could be showing up at this goddamn hour?" you muttered irritably, opening the door slightly.

“Are you doing this on purpose?” A reluctant smile crept onto your face as you saw the figure before you. You couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol coursing through your veins or a flicker of longing.

“Doing what?” you replied, already annoyed, scrunching his face.

“I mean ignoring my messages.”

He paused, then stepped inside, closing the door behind him. His touch was gentler than usual—almost as if he feared breaking you. His hand cradled your chin, thumb lazily stroking your cheek. “Drinking again?”

You pulled his hand away and muttered with a mix of reproach and sadness, “Am I a new thought in your mind?” Normally, you’d never let your voice sound this soft—it was a weakness. “Admit it, you’re just here out of jealousy.”

The muscles in his jaw tightened as he stepped closer. You took a step back, but he didn’t relent, advancing until your back hit the wall. You’d never seen that look in his eyes before.

“What exactly do you expect me to be jealous of?” His eyes flickered momentarily to your lips before returning to your gaze. “The little game you’re playing with Beakjin? Don’t make me laugh. No one can look at you as purely and sincerely as I do.”

His hand gently lifted your chin, and you looked away. He was right, but you wouldn’t give him that so easily.

“Are you sure?” You withdrew his hand and pressed it against the left side of your chest, just above your heart. “Do you feel it?”

He smirked mockingly. “Yes, it’s still beating.”

“But not for you, Seongje.”

You squeezed the large hand cupping “You’re no longer the one who sets the rhythm.”

Once again, you lied to yourself for his sake. His body tensed with frustration.

You wished whatever shone in his eyes was something other than ambition. But from where you stood, it didn’t seem so.

He pulled his hand away sharply. “I can still change the rhythm. I can still fill it with the same excitement as the first day.”

You chuckled, not wanting to think about what might come next. As your hand brushed up his arm toward his shoulder, your gaze was fixed on his lips. "Prove it, then"

His hand found your waist, and when his lips met yours, you closed your eyes. His kiss was fierce, and you squeezed his shoulder hard as if you might faint. His mouth moved against yours with a harshness that seemed to say his words hadn’t been enough—but he was right. Your heart was pounding as if you’d just run a marathon.

When he pulled away, you saw softness in his eyes for the first time.

“I’m sorry.” Breathless, you slumped against the wall. “You should be.”

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As if they were "Lana Del Rey"s song:

With; Seongje, Sieun, Wooyoung, Humin, Suho

Geum Seongje

-Pretty when you cry

"Dont you say you need me when you leave and you leave again."

You had no idea whether he enjoyed it, but he was destroying you. Did he love you, or was he merely desiring you? You didn’t even know that. You were lovers, but did people who truly love each other constantly fight and abandon one another? He would tell you how beautiful you looked when you cried, yet he never knew you hated crying. When you were with him, you even loved to cry, but you gave up on laughing. Damn it, he confused you so much that you no longer recognized yourself.

Yeon Sieun

-Your Girl

"İ wish i was your girl."

The moment you lifted your head from your studies, you saw the same scene again. Once more, he was explaining the lesson to that girl with the same look and smile. As your jaw tightened, the burning jealousy inside you was turning you to ash. When his gaze met yours, his smile froze, then he turned back to the girl beside him. You desperately wished to be in that girl’s place... you wished to be his girl.

Kang Wooyoung:

-Ultraviolence

"He hit me and it felt like kiss."

"He was fighting in the ring again, but there was nothing you could do because this was his job—you had accepted and loved him as he was. Even though each punch that landed on his face tightened your heart, you stood there watching him from the front row. When the match ended, he took refuge beside you. While you tended to the red wounds on his face, he lay with his head on your lap, playing with your hair with a hand full of bruises and scabs.

'I love you.' Each time, those words hit your heart like a blow. 'I love you too...'

Park Humin

-Brooklyn Baby

"yeah my boyfriend pretty and cool, but he's not as cool as me."

While he sitting in the cafeteria with Gotak, it was impossible not to notice how the girl who approached him was clearly trying to flirt. You watched her irritably as you ate with your friends. How dare she openly flirt with what was yours? While Gotak chuckled quietly at her gestures, and Baku tried not to upset the girl, you were about to make both of them regret it. Rising angrily, you started walking toward them, feeling their eyes turn to you. Placing your hand on Baku’s shoulder, you gave the girl a forced smile.

"Were you talking to my boyfriend?"

You were clearly telling her to back off. The girl glanced silently at you and Baku, murmuring, "No, sorry."

Ignoring the giggles from the table as she left, you began muttering to Baku, who listened with his usual loving gaze.

Ahn Suho

-Sad Girls

"But you haven't seen my man."

At the restaurant, you had taken on the role of a waiter for the day to help Suho, and while he was away, you were taking orders from the tables. When you approached one table, the boys there were eyeing you and trying to strike up a conversation. You barely paid attention, but when they called you over to their table and started talking to you personally, you froze, unsure of what to say.

“Do you have a boyfriend? Well, if you do, he must be really lucky.”

Just as you opened your mouth to reply, a hand wrapped around your waist and a familiar scent of perfume made you smile faintly. “Oh, I guess I do.” he say.

You chuckled as he pulled you away from the table.“Having you is not so bad either.”

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Where winter paused

For a moment, the cold wasn't the only thing you felt.

Do you remember the day you first met?

It was a cold winter afternoon. As the sun was setting, you were quietly making your way home from the school’s library. A sudden voice behind you made you flinch slightly.

"Do you always leave there this late?"

When you turned toward the voice, the bare skin of your legs—left exposed beneath your school skirt—and the tip of your nose were flushed red from the cold. You knew him. You had, of course, heard of his fights and his reputation countless times before.

You shrugged. "Exam week’s coming, you know." He smiled, though you couldn’t tell whether his smile was genuine or just a bit too practiced. His hands stayed buried in his pockets as he walked toward you.

"Then it must be true—you’re competing with the top student."

When he stopped in front of you, you had to lift your head slightly to meet his gaze. Just as you were about to speak, his fingers brushed ever so lightly against your skin.

"You must be cold… I’m not keeping you, am I ?"

Your eyes flicked to his hands. There were a few scabbed-over wounds and faint bruises. When your gaze met his again, you murmured, almost in surprise, "Actually, yes—you are keeping me. And yes, I’m cold."

You heard his soft chuckle in your ears; unlike his first smile, this one seemed far more genuine. You found yourself liking it.

"Then let me walk you home."

Your brows drew together slightly. As pleasant as the offer sounded, you hardly knew him—was it normal for someone to be this familiar?

"I’m sorry, but I don’t even know you."

Sliding one hand back into his pocket, he tilted his head to the sky. "Then I’ll introduce myself."

You stared at him in quiet disbelief, then started walking again. "What’s your aim?" You could hear the sound of his footsteps following, but you didn’t look back.

"Let’s just say I want to know you better."

"Why?"

He laughed again. "Why are you so curious?"

You shrugged. "That’s exactly what I want to ask you."

He sighed, stepping in front of you and walking backward to keep his eyes on yours. "You caught my interest."

Before you could respond or warn him, his back hit the wall behind him. You couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh.

"You could’ve at least warned me."

Passing by him, you smiled. "My bad. I’m sorry."

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Just Friends?

"When the lines between friends and something more start to blur"

-a Seongje x reader one-shot

⚠️ Content Warnings:

angst · toxic relationship dynamics · jealousy & manipulation · mild alcohol use · implied sexual content (non-explicit) · strong language

You had long been one of the key figures in the organization. Everyone knew you, everyone respected you—everyone except Seongje.

Don’t misunderstand—people feared you, feared what you were capable of. That fear was what made them treat you with respect. But Seongje… he seemed to be the only one who truly knew you, the only one who could look into your eyes and see right through you. And that was why, every time he looked at you or touched you, you found yourself wanting more. In a world where you couldn’t find a single reason to keep living, he had become your reason. You didn’t want to admit it, but you loved him. You were in love with him.

One night, when you were drunk and barely able to remember anything, he found you. You couldn’t recall the details of that night, but the hunger, the desire in his eyes—that you remembered as if it were the only moment in your life worth remembering. Yet when you woke up the next morning, there was no warmth beside you, no trace of his breath. Just emptiness. You had been nothing more than a fleeting night to him. And you knew it.

You, who always relied on reason, lied to yourself for once—telling yourself he must have been called away, probably by Beakjin.

That night, when you went to meet the others at a bar lit by the flicker of red and blue lights, you quietly made your way toward Beakjin. As you took your seat, your gaze fixed on the man across from you.

Seongje was there… lounging with two beautiful women tucked under his arms. His eyes met yours, a mocking glint in them—or maybe that was just his usual expression. You couldn’t tell. All you knew in that moment was the surge of jealousy and regret boiling inside you. But you couldn’t let it show. You couldn’t allow your image to be tarnished in front of everyone.

When Beakjin spoke, his eyes and attention were glued to the women. He was an insufferable bastard, and it grated on your nerves. You decided to cut the discussion about Park Humin short, yet even after everyone else had left, you stayed—if only to see how far this would go. Your fingers tightened around the stem of your wine glass until you couldn’t hold back any longer, your eyes locking onto his with a sharp, unyielding glare.

“What is this supposed to mean?”

He laughed—that laugh you knew too well. He was mocking you, maybe trying to provoke you, but beneath it all, there was genuine amusement.

“I don’t even know what you mean,” he said, letting the women press closer to him. You exhaled sharply in irritation. If you stayed any longer, those women wouldn’t have a good night.

“You didn’t even bother to say you were leaving this morning.”

His smirk widened, as if he’d only just realized. “Ah… that. I see now.” He pulled his arms away from the women and stood, towering over you. You tilted your head slightly just to keep his eyes in your line of sight. Your heart was pounding—not that it made you feel anything but more furious.

“I thought we were just having a good time… we’re just friends,” he said.

The words stung, your chest burning with disappointment and pain. Typical Seongje, you thought. But somehow, it hurt more than it should have. Couldn’t you be different for him? Why weren’t you different?

When you finally found your voice, the only thing that came out was, “Just friends?” Even though you felt your eyes sting, you didn’t look away. His gaze turned playful, as if this was entertaining him—because it was.

“You know… good buddies.”

He leaned in, his breath brushing your lips. “Were you thinking something else?”

Your fists clenched at your sides. “No,” you said, though it barely felt like your own voice. “Expecting anything from someone like you would’ve been my mistake.” You cast a glance at the women beside him and stepped back. “I hope you enjoy yourself tonight.”

You turned to leave, but his chuckle followed you. “Oh, I will—enough for the both of us!”

The next day, Seongje was nowhere to be found. Beakjin, as usual, was going on about how he planned to recruit Humin into the organization, but you couldn’t even hear him. Your mind was still on Seongje—on his words, on his disgusting demeanor from the night before.

A sudden jab to your arm snapped you back. Beakjin was glaring at you.

“Sorry, could you repeat that?”

He rolled his eyes and sighed. “You’re going to be the one who brings Park Humin in.”

Your brows knitted in shock. “How?”

“I don’t know. Flirt with him, make him like you—just do something.” His tone left no room for argument, and before you could say a word, he walked out.

You hadn’t spoken to Seongje in months—not face to face, not at all—and now here you were, hand in hand with Baku at the meeting place Beakjin had chosen. You didn’t know Seongje would be there.

The moment you saw him, his eyes were already on your joined hands. You squeezed Baku’s hand nervously—maybe with a bit of defiance—and the only person you looked at was Beakjin.

As planned, you excused yourself, leaving Baku with Beakjin, but on your way to the restroom, a firm grip caught your shoulder.

“Found yourself a new toy to forget me? How sweet.”

You shoved his hand off and turned to face him. “Since when do you get to interrogate me?”

You could see the way his jaw tightened. “You—”

“Shouldn’t you be happy for your friend?” you cut in calmly. “That she’s finally found someone who values her?” The fire in his eyes only grew, which, strangely, made you bolder.

“We’re not friends.”

“Of course we are.”

Baku called your name, and you took a step back.

“We’re two friends who use each other,” you added.

You turned away, hearing the slam of his fist against the door as you walked back to Baku.