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God where is my Woo Chaewoon when I need him????????

UNSPOKEN (말하지 않은)

genre: romance, slow-burn, fluff, angst, sexual tension, mutual pining

Chapter 8: The Sound of Rain and Heartbeat

As music plays and rain falls outside, Haein and Chaewoon find themselves letting their guards down, just enough to feel a sense of peace. In each other's presence, they begin to realize trust can be found in the smallest, quietest moments.

“Then I’m just going to stay here as well, so you’re not, you know… bored.” Haein cleared her throat, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

She opened her phone and plugged in an earphone to listen to some music. Chaewoon noticed Haein still preferred using her wired earphones when everyone else had moved to wireless ones. That piqued his curiosity. Was it simply preference? Or did those earphones hold sentimental value to her? For some reason, he wanted to know. He didn’t know why, but somehow, even the tiniest quirks about her made him pause and wonder. Tt’s the little things like that made him want to know her more.

Haein noticed him looking at them and pulled one out, offering it to him. “Would you like to listen as well?”

Haein was sure she must be drunk. She’d been doing and saying things she’d normally never do. Before she could retract her offer, Chaewoon had already taken the other earphone from her hand and placed it in his ear.

And he smiled.

Haein blinked. She had seen him smile before, of course. But this one was a bit different.

“I think we listen to the same music,” he said. “I have a CD of this album back at home.”

Oh.

A CD? In this day and age? But then again, she was also the one still using wired earphones.

That was a new piece of information about Chaewoon. A simple one, but she felt a strange sense of satisfaction in knowing something new about him.

Minutes passed, and before she knew it, Haein had already fallen asleep beside Chaewoon.

She was not normally so at ease like this. She was always on guard. Tense. Suspicious of everyone around her.

But why was it that when she was with him, she felt relaxed? She became more clumsy. She blurted out whatever came to mind. And she was able to fall asleep so soundly like this next to him?

Chaewoon, on the other hand, swiftly moved to catch her head with his shoulder when she dozed off.

Her head was now resting against him. He stiffened.

He could feel her slow, even breathing. How she shifted closer to him because of his warmth.

This was a problem.

Chaewoon let out a quiet sigh, staring straight ahead, careful not to move too much.

This was definitely a problem.

He was supposed to be her bodyguard—her shadow, her protector. Someone who stayed at a careful distance, unseen until necessary. And yet, here he was, sitting next to her, sharing an earphone, with her head resting on his shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world.

She really lets her guard down around me now.

It was subtle, but he noticed. The way she talked more freely, the way she wasn’t as cold or distant. How she embarrassed herself around him yet didn’t push him away.

And now, she had fallen asleep.

So defenseless.

Chaewoon swallowed, shifting ever so slightly so that she’d be more comfortable. He could hear the faint sound of the music playing through their shared earphones. A song he knew well. One he had played on repeat when he was younger, back when he still collected CDs.

Haein stirred, shifting closer.

His body went rigid for a moment before he forced himself to relax.

This is fine. It’s just a small thing.

The rain continued to pour outside, tapping lightly against the windows. The warmth between them was unmistakable.

Maybe it was a problem.

But for now, just for now—he decided he wouldn’t think too much about it.

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The rain continued to fall outside, a steady rhythm against the windows. The warmth between them was undeniable, quiet and unspoken.

And before Chaewoon knew it—he, too, had fallen asleep.

It was rare for him to lower his guard. Years of training had made it nearly impossible for him to rest fully, always attuned to every sound, every movement, every potential threat. Even when he slept, it was light, almost restless, ready to wake at the slightest disturbance.

But now, with the soft hum of music in his ear and the steady warmth of Haein against him, his body relaxed before he could even realize it. His breathing evened out, the tension in his shoulders loosening.

Maybe it was the rain. Maybe it was the exhaustion he refused to acknowledge.

Or maybe, it was just her.

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Haein stirred first.

Her lashes fluttered as she blinked herself awake, her mind still hazy with sleep.

And that’s when she realized—her head was still resting against him.

Her brain took a few seconds to catch up. She was warm. Too warm. There was a steady rise and fall beneath her, the familiar scent of his cologne lingering in the air.

She turned her head slightly—only to be met with the sight of Chaewoon’s sleeping face.

Oh.

Haein stilled.

She had never seen him asleep before. Not once.

Chaewoon was always so alert, so sharp—always standing, always watching. It was almost unsettling to see him like this, completely at ease. His features were softer in sleep, his usual unreadable expression gone.

She found herself staring.

His lashes were long, his jaw sharp, his lips slightly parted as he breathed steadily. The dim light from outside cast gentle shadows on his face, making him look even more peaceful.

This is unfair, she thought. He’s supposed to be intimidating.

And yet, there was something endearing about this.

Something that made her chest feel tight.

Her gaze lowered slightly, taking in how his hands were still loosely resting on his lap, how his body had leaned ever so slightly toward hers as he slept.

For someone so disciplined, so constantly aware, it was strange to see him this relaxed.

He trusts me.

The thought struck her unexpectedly.

He wasn’t the only one making her feel at ease.

She made him feel at ease, too.

Her fingers twitched slightly, an unconscious urge to reach out. To touch, to confirm that he was really here like this, unguarded. But before she could even think to move—

His lashes fluttered.

And then, his eyes opened, slow and drowsy, adjusting to his surroundings.

They met hers immediately.

Silence.

Haein’s breath caught in her throat.

Chaewoon blinked, his gaze heavy with sleep, his mind still catching up with reality.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

The music still played faintly in the background, the rain still fell outside, but all Haein could hear was the quiet pounding of her own heart. Or maybe it was his. She couldn’t tell.

She should look away. She should.

But she didn’t.

And neither did he.

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Chaewoon felt it first—the subtle shift beside him, the soft stir of movement as Haein lifted her head. He was still half-asleep, his mind floating somewhere between dreams and waking. Normally, he’d be alert at the slightest change in his surroundings. Years of discipline had trained him to be that way.

But not this time.

Even as his senses registered the movement, his body didn’t react. It was as if something within him told him to stay still. To rest. To just be—there, next to her.

He could feel her gaze then, even with his eyes still closed. A quiet presence. Familiar. Warm.

And so, he opened his eyes.

Slowly.

And the first thing he saw was her.

Haein’s face, close to his. Her eyes locked with his, wide and unblinking. Time didn’t just slow—it completely stopped.

He froze.

He blinked once, trying to gather his thoughts, but they scattered just as quickly.

Beautiful.

That was the only word his sleepy mind could offer. No strategies. No logic. Just that one, simple truth.

The sound of rain and music faded quietly in the background, drowned out by the sudden pounding of a heartbeat. He couldn’t tell if it was his or hers.

He watched her breath catch, the way her eyes slightly widened. There was surprise there. Maybe uncertainty. But she didn’t pull away.

And he didn’t move either.

He should have. He knew that.

But for once, Chaewoon let the moment stay. Still. Quiet. Suspended.

And somehow, it felt right.

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hi everyone! this chapter is a little short and it ended with a cliffhanger Im so sorry afsghjdkfdsa

I have so much in store for this story, I want to include a moment where Haein has to stay in Chaewoon's place for the time being and she meets his cat, Mansik. They also grow even closer together.

But I think I'm really going to be busy with work for the upcoming weeks. Hopefully, I find the time and energy over the weekends to update at least one chapter each week.

For the meantime, I'm thinking of uploading some of my drafts ><

First Love - my delusional story between Ju Jihoon and Song Jihyo

angst, heart-break, memories, little moments, slow-burn, reunion

What began as young love on the set of their first drama was lost to missed chances, early heartbreaks, and painful regrets. Years passed, but old memories still resurfaced—and they’re left wondering if some first loves are meant to return.

Trauma Code: A Hero in Love - a series of one-shot stories between Dr. Baek Kang Hyuk and Dr. Song Hye Joo (my OC played by Song Hye Kyo)

romance, comedy, lots of teasings, slow-burn

When Dr. Baek’s former med school rival, Dr. Song Hyejoo, joins the trauma team, his usual composure is shaken—just a little competitive, and maybe a little shy. As they face emergencies together, they rediscover something they never dared explore before.

I already have a few chapters written with both of this, so I guess for the mean time, while the Unspoken Series takes a little hiatus, I hope you will enjoy these two stories I have prepared ><

taglist: @lvnat1c @strangerinthesecretforest <3

#fanfiction #ju ji hoon #woo chaewoon #kim ji won #queen of tears #blood free #hong haein

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my daily does of sanity 🙏

UNSPOKEN (말하지 않은)

genre: romance, slow-burn, fluff, angst, sexual tension, mutual pining

CHAPTER 7: Rain, Candy, and Curiosity

Caught in her own curiosity, Haein fumbles through embarrassment while Chaewoon remains calm and amused. But as the rain pours, so do the quiet revelations that bring them closer.

First, she let herself fall asleep in his arms and even tugged on his sleeve to stay. Second, she got caught staring at his face this morning. And now, third—she was literally caught digging up his background.

Back-to-back humiliations.

At this point, she might as well order him to shoot her on the spot.

Haein tried to compose herself, but her flushed cheeks and red ears were traitors, exposing her embarrassment completely.

And Chaewoon? He had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from chuckling.

“I was just curious,” she said, straightening her posture, trying to regain control of the situation. “You’re my bodyguard, after all. And I know nothing about you. It’s a simple background check.”

“I see,” he replied, his tone unreadable.

Silence.

The only sound was the soft clink of the coffee cup and plate as he placed them on the table.

Then—

“You could just ask me yourself, you know.”

Haein froze.

Her pride told her to just shut up and drop it. But her embarrassment had already hit rock bottom, so at this point—why not just go all in?

She took a deep breath and asked, bluntly—

“Then… is this your wife and daughter?”

Chaewoon raised a brow. Instead of answering, he tilted his head slightly and asked back, “Is the information relevant to my job?”

His tone wasn’t cold. If anything, it sounded mildly amused.

And she hated that—because damn it, he was right. Whether he had a family or not had nothing to do with his work.

“…It’s not,” she admitted, her voice barely above a mumble.

And then—to her horror—her mouth pursed slightly in defeat. She quickly looked down, embarrassment taking over her.

“I apologize for looking into your personal information,” she added, her fingers subtly curling into her palm. “You can go now.” She said in the most nonchalant tone she can muster.

For a moment, she thought he’d just leave. But instead—

He smiled.

Then, to her surprise, he kneeled down to meet her gaze.

Haein’s breath hitched.

“Yes, the woman and the little girl in the photo are my family,” he said calmly. “But they’re not my wife and daughter. That’s my older sister and my niece. They live abroad. I was tagged in that photo because I took it. If you had looked at the caption, you would’ve seen it says—”

He took out his phone and turned the screen to her.

“‘Thank you, Uncle Chaewoon.’”

Haein wanted to die on the spot.

She had been so shocked when she saw the photo that she completely missed the caption. And now? Now she was even more embarrassed that she had boldly assumed—right in front of him—that it was his wife and child.

Chaewoon, still crouched before her, continued smoothly—

“And to answer some of your other unspoken questions…”

Haein swallowed.

Oh god. He knew.

“No,” he said, “I don’t have a wife or a child of my own.”

Haein internally screamed.

“I’m also not in a romantic relationship with anyone, nor am I seeing someone.”

Her ears burned hotter.

“I’m guarding you 24/7, so I wouldn’t have time for that anyway.”

WHY WAS HE SAYING THIS SO CASUALLY?!

“As for my background,” he went on, “I was a soldier before. I quit for personal reasons and decided to use my skills elsewhere.”

Haein could barely process anything anymore.

“If you’re wondering why I can cook—”

She was wondering, but he didn’t need to say it out loud!

“—my mother taught me from a young age.”

Haein clenched her hands. Please stop talking.

“And lastly,” he said, tilting his head slightly, “don’t hesitate to ask me directly from now on.”

She inhaled sharply.

“I don’t mind it.” He gave her a knowing look.

Then—

“Did I answer most of your curiosity about me, Miss Haein?”

Haein could only stare.

Her pride was shattered. Her mind was blank.

And she could only think—

She was never living this down.

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Chaewoon had to actively stop himself from smiling.

He had seen many versions of Haein since becoming her bodyguard.

The cold Haein, sharp-tongued and dismissive. The composed Haein, perfectly put together in public. The frustrated Haein, sighing at her family during dinner. The exhausted Haein, asleep in her office.

But this Haein?

The one sitting before him, too embarrassed to look him in the eye after getting caught digging up his background?

This one was new. And he was thoroughly entertained.

It wasn’t just that she was embarrassed. It was that she had been so obvious about it.

The way she fumbled, the way she quickly changed the topic, the way she boldly asked if he had a wife and child—only to realize too late how ridiculous her assumption was.

And now?

Now she was sitting there, stunned into silence, her hands curled into small fists on her lap, her lips pursed like she was refusing to react.

She was obviously trying to will herself to disappear.

And for some reason, he found it… adorable.

He had expected her to dig into his background at some point. She was meticulous, after all. And she never trusted people easily.

But what he hadn’t expected was how much her curiosity about him would amuse him.

The fact that she actually sent him off to get coffee just so she could secretly look into him. The way she had stared at that photo of his sister and niece, brows furrowed in serious contemplation.

The way her entirebody froze when she realized he caught her.

And now—this silence.

He exhaled softly, shaking his head. He really shouldn’t be smiling right now. She’d probably throw something at his head. But he had to admit…

The thought of Haein sitting in her room, scrolling through his files with that same little furrow in her brow, trying to piece together who exactly he was—

It was strangely endearing. She wanted to know more about him. And that was something he hadn’t expected at all.

But he also knew, if she dug a little deeper, someday, somehow, starts knowing a little too much about who he really was, he wasn’t sure if he’d be ready for that day. A part of him hoped it would never come.

He decided to clear off his thoughts, burying it deep in the corners of his mind.

Chaewoon leaned back slightly, watching her closely.

“Well?” he said, raising a brow. “Did that answer everything you wanted to know?”

Haein finally snapped out of her frozen state, looking almost offended by the question.

“…Shut up,” she muttered, taking a sip of her coffee—clearly just trying to do something to avoid responding.

Chaewoon smirked.

So she’s still embarrassed.

He let out a quiet chuckle, deciding—for once—to let her off the hook.

For now.

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The wind shifted, carrying with it the scent of incoming rain. The rustling leaves whispered a quiet warning, and the clouds above darkened to gray.

Haein was still seated in the garden, very aware of Chaewoon’s presence beside her. She was still trying to recover from her earlier embarrassment, keeping her composure as if she hadn’t just spent the last ten minutes being flustered beyond belief.

Meanwhile, Chaewoon was doing his best to suppress a smile.

The way she kept shifting slightly in her seat, how she avoided his gaze yet kept sneaking glances when she thought he wouldn’t notice—it was all too endearing.

The first raindrop landed soundlessly on the table. Then another.

Before she could fully process it, Chaewoon had already moved.

In one smooth motion, he stood up, unfolded the blanket from earlier, and draped it over her head, shielding her from the rain.

Haein looked up, startled. “What—”

“We should head inside now,” he said simply, his deep voice calm and steady. “It’s about to rain.”

And just as the words left his lips, the sky opened up. The drizzle turned into a downpour in seconds.

Chaewoon didn’t even flinch as the rain hit his shoulders, dampening his clothes. Instead, he adjusted the blanket over her more securely, making sure she wouldn’t get wet.

Haein, still frozen in place, blinked up at him.

Something about the way he did it so naturally—without hesitation, without even thinking twice—made her chest tighten just a little.

She lowered her gaze, gripping the edges of the blanket. “…Okay.” Chaewoon nodded. “Let’s go.”

And just like that, he walked beside her, shielding her from the rain all the way back inside.

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It had been raining all afternoon.

The sky was a deep shade of gray, the steady rhythm of raindrops tapping against the windows of the mansion. Haein was in the living room, curled up on the couch with her laptop, trying to work—but her eyes kept wandering to the garden outside.

Chaewoon noticed, of course.

“You can’t go out in this weather,” he said from his usual spot near the door, arms crossed.

“I wasn’t planning to,” she said, a little too quickly.

He raised an eyebrow. She ignored him.

But ten minutes later, she was standing by the glass doors, watching the rain with that same distant look in her eyes.

Chaewoon sighed. He disappeared for a moment, and when he came back, he was holding a blanket. “Here,” he said simply, draping it over her shoulders.

He then reached for something in his pocket and handed it to her. A small packet of honey candies.

She frowned, confused. “What’s this for?”

“You always take one when you’re stressed,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Haein stared at the candies in her palm. She had never once told him that.

Yet, somehow… he knew.

Her fingers curled around them slowly.

Chaewoon was already stepping back to his usual place, acting like this—this warmth, this quiet attentiveness—was just part of his job.

But Haein knew better.

She didn’t say thank you.

She just unwrapped a candy and popped it into her mouth, letting the subtle sweetness melt on her tongue. Then, ever so slightly, she pulled the blanket tighter around herself.

Chaewoon glanced at her.

And in that moment, she knew he understood.

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“Oh, by the way, you don’t have to accompany me all day when I’m on a day off. I’ll just be here in the house anyway.”

“It’s all right. When I found out you’re having a day off, I was already here in your living room. And I figured I’d just stay in case you needed me for anything.”

Haein bit her lip. She kind of felt bad. Because of her hasty decision, Chaewoon had to spend a boring day with her in this house—wait, did she just feel bad?? Haein?? Feeling bad?? Haein could honestly care less about the people around her. And he was her bodyguard, for god’s sake. He was just doing his job.

But then again, she could’ve just dismissed him earlier, told him he could take the day off.

But then again, why didn’t she?

Perhaps, something inside her wanted him to stay. Maybe she had gotten too used to his presence that she no longer minded him being around.

And it was getting ridiculous.

“I think I’ll just be resting inside my room for the rest of the day. You can go home now… if you’d like.”

Haein wanted to smack her forehead. Why did I say it like that?

She could’ve just told him he was dismissed. But no. She left the decision up to him. As if she wasn’t the one with authority here. As if… she was hoping he wouldn’t actually leave.

And the worst part? She was waiting for his answer.

Chaewoon, of course, knew exactly what was going on.

“If you’re leaving the decision to me,” he said, voice steady, “then I would like to stay.”

Ridiculous.

Her fingers twitched. She quickly busied herself by reaching for her coffee, masking whatever was going on inside her. Fine. If he wanted to stay, that was his choice.

“Don’t you have any hobbies?” she blurted out.

Chaewoon raised an eyebrow.

Haein internally cringed. Why did that sound so weird?

She quickly tried to fix it. “Sorry, what I meant was—”

But before she could even finish, Chaewoon let out a low chuckle.

Haein swore her ears were heating up again.

Why was he chuckling?

“Yes, I do have some hobbies,” he answered, still amused. “One of them is cycling. But I can’t really do that right now because of the weather.”

“Oh.”

There was a brief pause.

Haein wanted to say something else—maybe something that would end this ridiculous conversation—but before she could, she caught the way Chaewoon glanced at her.

Like he knew.

And the truth was—he did.

Chaewoon could’ve used this time to report back to his boss. Or gather more information about the chairman. He had plenty of things to do.

But instead, he chose to stay.

Even if it meant just standing outside her room all day.

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hi!! thank you to those who are still reading this >< this chapter feels a little shorter than how I normally do chapters but I think this is better so it's less boring for the readers?? idk honestly afsghdjgfgdhs

might also be a little slow on updates starting tomorrow since I'm going to get a little busy right now irl :')

I also have upcoming stories I want to upload! ju jihoon is still the male lead of course😂

see you next chapter!!

taglist: @lvnat1c @strangerinthesecretforest <3

#ju ji hoon #fanfiction #woo chaewoon #blood free #kim ji won #hong haein #queen of tears

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lvnat1c · 3 months ago

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#TRUST when i get my claws on him i WILL

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lvnat1c · 3 months ago

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the way i be falling for a new man with every new drama I pick up....

SEO KANG-JOON

언더커버 하이스쿨/UNDERCOVER HIGH SCHOOL The Emperor's Lost Gold

#seo kang joon #undercover high school #am i a....wh0re??????????

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lvnat1c · 3 months ago

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HYPER KNIFE (하이퍼나이프) 2025 | EP.4

#hyper knife #why tf are they the way they are?????#im going to watch and get obsessed #i just know i will 🤦‍♀️

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lvnat1c · 3 months ago

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HIGH POTENTIAL • 1.03 Dirty Rotten Scoundrel

#high potential #adam x morgan #morgan being my spirit animal as per usual

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HIGH POTENTIAL • 1.03 Dirty Rotten Scoundrel

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lvnat1c · 4 months ago

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Hone your writing style. One of the few writing exercises I use to hone my writing style is to copy an author's writing style. It is very simple. You find an author you like, for me it was Cormac McCarthy, try and remember a scene or moment in a book of theirs, remember it the best you can, and then write it down without looking back, or reading, the scene.

When reading the original author's scene, you will notice a difference between yours and theirs. Now you analyze. What are the big differences? What differs in descriptions? Do you not describe things more, but they do? What about word usage? How is the tone different? What do they do differently that you want start doing? What is something you do that makes the scene better?

When you do this exercise, it shows you what you might want to improve on. Better descriptions, natural sounding dialogue, a tone you want, etc. But instead of improvement, you might notice things about your style that you actually enjoy. I found that my tone of writing is very atmospheric and poetic, while McCarthy's is gritty and real. And as much as I like McCarthy's writing tone, I enjoy mine more. In trying to get that gritty and real tone, I found that I enjoy reading it but not writing it.

It is a very fun exercise to do, for improvement or not. It also helps to recognize writing styles and tone better. Give it a try! Which author would you use in this exercise?

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lvnat1c · 4 months ago

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shinogiyu for the masses

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lvnat1c · 4 months ago

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the way he shields her head with his hands so it doesn't hit the shelves *runs away squalling*

🍁 LOVE SCOUT (2025)

#love scout

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there was a Wattpad author with an absolute gem of a fic that I was reading as a 14 y/o. She had mentioned feeling sick on multiple occasions and eventually, she decided to go on a temporary hiatus—which later turned into permanent.

years later when I logged into my old account I saw a notification from that account. sadly, it wasn't her but her best friend. they informed the readers of the author's battle with leukemia and untimely death.

I have never felt grief of that magnitude towards a soul I never even met and didn't even see. nothing really prepares you for it

Nothing compares to this cold sense of crippling fear you feel when there's this magnificent fanfiction, whose author mentions problems with health and suddenly you realize that the last update or basically any activity from author was years ago. Sometimes I feel like ao3 is an inconspicuous graveyard, because you never quite know and might never know

#fanfiction #writing #wattpad #grief

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lvnat1c · 4 months ago

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AT THE SAME DAMN TIME 🗣🗣🗣

The Trauma Code: Heroes on Call (2025)

Baek Kanghyuk x Kim Haeil

The Trauma Code: Heroes on Call (2025)

The Fiery Priest 2 (2024)

#kim nam gil #ju jihoon #the fiery priest #trauma code: heroes on call

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Ruin Me, Ruin You

Baek Kang-hyuk X Song Hae-rin (OC/fem!reader)

Genre: smut, little to no plot (plot what plot? never heard of her lol)

Word Count: 2,015 words

Summary: A bet between Dr. Baek Kang-hyuk and Dr Song Hae-rin escalates into something much more than just office banter. WARNINGS/CONTAINS: 18+ NSFW CONTENT (MDNI), dom!kang-hyuk, sub!reader, edging, orgasm denial, little overstimulation, cream pie(let's assume she has an IUD and pack it up), unprotected vaginal penetration (wrap it before you tap it, folks).

A/N: I am nothing if not a slut for men double my age :D. also, the serious lack of content about this man on this site, sfw and nsfw alike, is hurting my soul on a cosmic level. so here I come to the rescue <3 (apologies for any errors, English isn't my first language.)

P.S.: I know in about two months (or less) I will come back to this and have an astronomical cringeout over the fact that my first EVER fic is literal PORN, but we are not on that bridge just yet. we'll cross it when we get there :"D

stupid fucking bet.

The words swirled around Hae-rin's clouded head as Kang-hyuk drove into her abused cunt at a slow and antagonizing pace.

bastard. scheming son of a bitch.

how did she end up here?

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The dumb bet was about "the first to lose their temper in the next 48 hours.", classic office shenanigans. Less than 24 hours in, her coffee machine in her office was gone, later found in her wall cabinet. She didn't react. Not even when her meticulously organized case reports and case studies happened to grow a pair of legs and get mixed up, 'all by themselves'.

But she wasn't above those petty antics either. She swapped his black coffee with Nurse Seo-hwa's Nurse Seo-hwa's syrupy sweet latte— watching from afar as his face fell on the very first chug. Her kimchi-jjigae 'accidentally' got dumped on his pristine white shirt, right before a conference.

The rest of the team? Unfazed. They’d witnessed their ridiculous antics far too many times to be surprised by any of it.

But then came the email.

Kang-hyuk had authority that she didn't— and he wasn’t above using it to win this ridiculous bet. The email informed the team about the delegation of a complex orthopedic case to Choi Min-jun, instead of her. She stormed into his office with a furry of a hundred suns to rip him a new one.

And rip him a new one, she did. Only to discover the truth—the email had been sent to her alone. Nobody else.

Thirty-four hours. That’s all it took. Bet thoroughly lost.

After he reassured her that the email had only been sent to her and not the whole team, she huffed and asked, "What do you want?"

But to her great dismay, the smug bastard didn’t want anything… yet. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, that infuriating smirk firmly in place, and said, "Patience is a virtue. I’ll cash in when the time is right."

That was two weeks ago.

Now, at 2 a.m., Hae-rin found herself standing in front of his apartment door, knocking.

He had just returned from an international case, as a favor for the health minister, and his official joining was still three days away. But she needed to read that case study he had mentioned, or else her brain would absolutely kill her with all the overthinking.

Good thing they were next-door neighbors.

The next thing she knew, they were fighting—arguing over the case, over medical theories, over every damned thing they always fought about. Words sharpened into knives, logic be dammed, and somewhere in between, they lost track of whether they were debating or challenging each other in ways that had nothing to do with medicine.

Then something snapped. In seconds they were on each other—lips clashing, hands grabbing; later a tangled mess of limbs on his king-sized bed. Chest flush against the other, sweat covering their bodies.

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Hae-rin‘s body shook under the pressure of Kang-hyuk’s larger frame, fingers and nails digging into his back and shoulders, her hair sticking to her face with a mix of sweat and tears. She was sure she looked a total mess. God, if someone saw her like this, that too under him, of all men on planet Earth—career down the fuckin’ drain.

It all felt too hot, too tight—too much. Her thighs trembled under the sluggish assault of his hips, every movement winding the tension in her stomach tighter and tighter, like a coil ready to snap. The lines between pain and pleasure blurred so completely that nothing made sense anymore.

His thrusts became harder, pushing her to the edge of insanity, every movement measured and deliberate. “You lost the bet, and you know I’m a man of my word,” he muttered against her ear, his voice low and thick with satisfaction. “This—” he punctuated his words with a slow, deep thrust, “—is my prize.”

“You are absolutely insufferable,” she choked out between uneven breaths.

“I swear to God, Baek, you have to be the most maddening, egotistical—” Her words fractured into a sharp gasp as he thrust particularly deep and then stilled, silencing whatever insult she was about to hurl his way.

“Want me to stop, then?” he murmured, halting completely. This instantly elicited a flurry of curses from her beautiful mouth.

“Look at that face,” he taunted after a sudden, sharp thrust, amusement laced in his voice. “Where’d all that attitude go?”

Her eyes rolled back, a choked gasp escaping her lips as her nails raked harder against his skin. Kang-hyuk hissed in her ear at the sharp sting, but his movements didn’t soften.

Her body was betraying her in the worst way possible, and she hated it. Hated that she could barely keep her eyes open, hated the way she couldn’t stop shaking, the way her legs had long since lost their strength.

She whined under him, begging for release. But Baek Kang-hyuk was never an easy man. He was cruel, with a big dick and an even bigger ego. His favorite pastime was toying with people and watching them crumble.

And her? She was his favorite plaything.

He had always thought about how he’d make her pay for all the times they fought tooth and nail, and what greater opportunity than this?

Her. Vulnerable and bare beneath him, body snug against his.

The bet was just a front. He wanted to torment her just as much as she had.

But control was a losing battle in this game for two. It slipped away like sand between his fingers.

Feeling her soft, all-too-warm body press against his own turned his mind into hot mush, every twitch and tug setting his nerves on fire. His eyes drank in every expression of her reddened face, and his ears memorized every broken gasp and moan from her lips.

But the real torment was his own—his cock, painfully swollen, trapped in the vice of her throbbing heat. Fucking hell. Every time he pushed in, he wanted to stay buried inside that tight, scorching heat. Her body clung to him like she needed him, like she was made just for him.

“Baek please—“ she attempted to lift her hips for more, but his sturdy hands on her hips pinned her down.

“Please what?” he mushed, as his mouth sucked on the soft skin under her ear. “Use your words, Song.”

An almost unfamiliar whine escaped her lips, tears already forming from the denied pleasure.

He pressed his forehead to hers, breathing in her moans. Her lips looked swollen from the way she bit onto them to suppress the humiliating sounds leaving them.

He hadn’t kissed her once since he entered her.

And that pissed her off beyond belief.

“Fuck you…” she groaned. Mapping out his back with her nails.

“You’re doing just that.” A lazy smirk spread across his face as he thrust into her—slow and hard—forcing a strangled cry from her throat. She arched more into his chest, her frustration palpable. His grip on her sides only grew stronger.

By now, her body should have been accustomed to his slow torture. But like most things unattained in this world by Song Hae-rin, her body didn’t cooperate with her logical brain.

Every time he thrust into her a little harder than before, her breath hitched, her brain went static, and her fingers scrambled against his skin.

Fuck him and his stupid stamina.

How long had it been going on? Too long.

His hips moved in methodical ways—calculated and cruel. He started slow, building her until she was hanging over the edge, only to drag her back down. It was painful, so agonizing. Unfortunately for her, he knew the tells of her body within the first few minutes of this endeavor.

Whenever she tugged at him—desperate to pull him closer, to bite into his neck, shoulder, arm—he knew she was near.

And that’s when he slowed down noticeably. It drove her absolutely mad. It drove her to tears.

She bit his shoulder hard, dragging her nails across his back in revenge—sure to leave marks. She called him every nasty name under the sun in her delirium, voice hoarse from overuse.

Hae-rin’s whines and moans were like narcotics shot straight into Kang-hyuk’s bloodstream. Her desperate pleas tightened every muscle of his body so painfully that his restraint ran low.

“Kang-hyuk, let me…please...” her words trailed off into thin air as her gasps and moans rang around the room. He froze.

Fuck.

Hae-rin never used his given name. Not outside the hospital. Not in the OR. Not in emergencies. Not even when they were in Iran a year ago, treating patients in a war zone. Not even when they shared their first kiss that started this whole mess a week ago.

Never.

The sound of his name on her lips, wrecked and breathless, hit him harder than a bullet ever could.

He groaned, deep and primal, as his grip on her tightened, his nails digging into her skin, surely leaving marks. His restraint snapped like a frayed wire.

His hand snaked around her throat, tilting her face up to meet his gaze, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.

“Say it again,” he rasped, voice low and dark.

Her brain was on autopilot with only one goal. She needed to come, or else she’d lose her mind.

“Kang-hyuk…please, let me come.” any sense of shame and pride that was hanging on had left her system completely by that very moment.

Baek Kang-hyuk had spent his entire life mastering control.

On the battlefield? Control meant survival.

In the operating room? Control meant lives saved.

But here?

With her?

Control was just a goddamn game, and he had lost.

A guttural growl tore from his throat as he slammed into her, hard and mercilessly. Finally giving in to everything he’d been holding back. Her cry was a plea, and he answered it with every ounce of pent-up frustration and want he had for her.

His pace was relentless. His body caged her in, his hips snapping against hers with a force that made the bed shake. He buried himself inside her over and over, as if he could carve his name into her very bones.

“That’s it, baby,” he coaxed, his voice dark and breathless, his forehead pressing against hers as he took in every shudder, every gasp, every twitch of her body. “Give it to me.”

And she did.

Hae-rin shattered, her body seizing beneath him as waves of pleasure wracked through her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and buried her hands into his hair to ground herself even a bit. Her lips chanted his name over and over without ever making any sense of what she was saying.

But he wasn’t done with her.

Her walls clenched around him, a tight vice that had him seeing white. Instead of slowing, his pace barely faltered. He chased his own high, dragging her through the aftermath. Her body jerked and arched into his with overstimulation as he continued his merciless rhythm.

“Kang-hyuk—too much...” she sobbed, but her body betrayed her, still quivering and responding to every movement.

“Just a little more, baby,” he husked, his command over himself slipping entirely. His fingers tangled in her hair as he let himself drown in her. “You’re being so good for me.”

His release hit him hard, groans ripping from his throat as he buried himself deep, his body trembling against hers.

For a long moment, there was nothing but their tattered breathing, stars and white swimming behind their closed eyelids. His forehead pressed against hers as he tried to steady himself, trying to piece back the fragments of his shattered control.

“I hate you...” she mumbled against his lips as they plastered against hers.

He let out a breathless chuckle. “Hmm, sure didn’t sound like it.”

Her half-lidded eyes came to full close, cheeks flushed, and her body still twitching with overstimulation. “Go to hell, Baek.”

He grinned, pressing a lingering kiss before murmuring against her lips, “Already there, sweetheart.”

Fuck him and his stupid bet.

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