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I was just listening to their song "Your idol" with the colour lyrics and figured out that Mystery Lines gets taken. Like they show Romance or Abby in there but that line was actually Mystery.

• Your Idol

"Now I'm the only one right now (now)

I will love you more when it all burns down." —Mystery

No people, Romance didn't sing that part it was Mystery

Romance part was this

"Yeah you gave me your heart now im here for your soul."

Now this was also Mystery Lines (Because the voice resemblance to his first lines)

"Don't let it show, keep it all inside

The pain and the shame, keep it out of sight"

—Mystery

Cause if you listened to it again, it doesn't sound like Abby. The lines in that part of the song seem calmer and hypnotic. So in my opinion that is Mystery part and not Abby.

Also, Mystery did talk, he did not just bark, he talked.

"And to our fans, thank you. We really feed off your energy." And "Were so excited to show you what's next." —Mystery

No that wasn't Jinu, that was Mystery. If you want proof watch it again and you can see in that part Mystery mouth talking and it doesn't sound like Jinu.

The only one who didn't talk much was Baby Saja. I mean he only said "Goo goo ga ga"

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pucker up (based off this)

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i wish we got to see how the saja boys got together

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Encore Of Obsession

Pairing: Yandere Saja Boys x Reader

Genre: Kpop, Demon, Yandere, Supernatural Obsession

Summary : But the tour is over. You planned to leave. They have… other plans. Because of the SA'JA, love isn't a feeling. It's a possession.

You close the dressing room door.

The crowd's roars still echo through the venue, but you're already halfway through zipping your travel bag. You're quitting. This job was meant to be temporary. You weren't supposed to feel watched all the time. You weren't supposed to find roses and other types of flowers every night in every corner of your house.

You weren't supposed to be followed home every night.

But now, you know. The SA'JA boys weren't human idols. They were demon sirens in designer leather, creatures wrapped in flawless visuals and sharpened smiles.

And now… they're behind you.

Five shadows. Five sets of eyes. Five obsessions.

The door behind you slams shut.

The light flickered.

It was Jinu, staring at you with his Demon eyes, staring at you like he was about to take your soul any moment. But he can't, because you were the only one that they can't seem to control, to take, to surrender everything you've got. You were immune to them, you are immune to them, to these Demon Sirens.

You're trapped. In a room with five beautiful monsters who love you far, far too much.

He steps forward first, slow and calm. Always calm.

"Leaving?" Jinu murmurs, eyes unreadable. "Without telling us goodbye?"

Abby then stepped forward, chuckling as he says "Pft, you can't leave, we even packed the snacks you like, we even wrote you a song. Wanna hear?"

He starts humming.

You feel nothing. As always.

He stares at you, then at his own trembling hands.

"I… I killed that stylist you didn't like." he whispers, voice cracking. "I listened. Doesn't that count for something?"

"Abs, move." Baby says, voice low. He looks at you like he's dissecting you.

He calls out your name and then he murmurs, walking in a slow circle around you, "Do you even know what your real memories are?"

You go cold.

"I could erase them," his voice is deep but it has some gentleness. "Make you love me. Make you hate them. Make you forget that you ever tried to leave."

His fingers brush your temple.

"Want me to?"

"Enough," Jinu's voice echoed, then Romance stepped in front of Baby with a smirk. "She doesn't need force. She needs to feel."

He takes your hand.

"I remember every time you looked at me. Every half-smile. Every time you didn't run when we were alone."

His grip tightens.

"You wanted me too. Didn't you?"

Your voice shakes. "No."

He laughs. "Lie to me again. I dare you."

Mystery skips in, barefoot, lips stained red.

"I brought you a gift." he finally spoke, holding out something small and velvet.

You open it.

It's the different types of flowers that kept haunting you every night, every night when you thought you were alone in your house but different types flowers kept appearing in every corner.

"I cleaned your apartment. I burned your trash. I made everything perfect for when you come home—to us."

His smile turns glassy.

"You're not leaving," he whispers. "Are you?"

Their voices rise in perfect harmony—an unsung encore only you can hear.

Your ears ring.

Your body trembles.

But your soul stays yours.

Still immune.

Still resisting.

And that… only makes them want you more.

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Father-Daughter Dance & Protective Dad Mode

Gojo panics when his little girl gets asked to dance by a boy. "You're too young for this!"

(Years later, at a school event where Gojo learns his biggest challenge isn't curses—it's letting go.)

Masterlist

The gym was decorated in soft fairy lights, the music gentle, the kids excitedly running around in their little dress shoes and fancy outfits. You stood near the punch table, chatting with one of the other parents, while Gojo Satoru hovered in the corner, arms crossed, watching the dance floor like a hawk.

Specifically, watching his daughter.

Satomi—now seven years old and looking way too grown up in her light blue dress and sparkly hair clips—was spinning in circles with her twin brother, Satoshi. Her giggles were louder than the music, her silver hair bouncing as she twirled like a ballerina.

Gojo had taken one (1) photo and then immediately gone into full-blown overprotective dad mode.

"She's having fun." you said gently, nudging his side.

"She's being watched," he muttered, narrowing his eyes at a little boy walking toward her. "By him."

You looked and smiled. "That's Daichi, Toru. They sit next to each other in class."

"Exactly. Too close. Too much proximity."

"Don't start."

But Gojo had already stepped forward a little, squinting like Daichi had personally insulted his bloodline.

You placed a hand on his arm. "Toru, he's seven."

"She's my daughter!"

Meanwhile, on the dance floor, little Daichi had just asked Satomi if she wanted to dance. Her eyes lit up with delight as she nodded, handing her juice box to Satoshi before walking off with Daichi to the center of the floor.

Gojo gasped. "No. Nope. Unacceptable."

You barely managed to hold him back as he took a step forward. "Don't embarrass her."

"She's a literal baby!" he whisper-yelled. "She was just born yesterday!"

"She's seven."

"She still sleeps with that stuffed bear I gave her! She can't be out here slow dancing like some—some—"

"Relax. It's a school dance. They're just doing the Macarena."

Gojo watched, pouting like the sky had fallen. "She didn't even ask me to dance first…"

You softened, brushing his arm. "Then ask her now. You'll always be her first dance, you know."

He hesitated. Then sighed. "…Fine. But if that boy even thinks about holding her hand, I'm teleporting him to Siberia."

You rolled your eyes, laughing.

Later that evening, after Satomi had danced with her classmates, Gojo approached her, kneeling slightly and offering his hand.

"Can I steal a dance, princess?" he asked, smiling—his usual cocky grin replaced by something gentler, warmer.

Satomi lit up, hugging him first before taking his hand. "You're late, Papa!"

"I had to make sure no evil boys were lurking." he said dramatically, spinning her around. "But you look just like your mama tonight, so I forgive you."

Satoshi watched from the side, sipping juice and murmuring, "Papa's crying."

"I am not!" Gojo sniffled mid-spin.

You just smiled, snapping a photo of your husband and daughter dancing under fairy lights, her little feet on top of his shoes, his hand securely holding hers.

The strongest sorcerer in the world was helpless.

And the only curse he couldn’t dispel...

Was watching his little twins grow up.

@joohyunrene @lixisoul99

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I just finished watching Kpop Demon Hunters and it was amazing! Literally everything was amazing regarding the movie, I just didn't expect the angst and romance to hit me too hard but it did.

Anyways, I can't wait to see 'x reader' stories about this, be it with the Huntrix or Saja boys (idc, I just want to read about them).

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"Y/n threw her long blonde hair into a messy bun"

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I told you that if Jinwoo had kept his E-rank appearance, with his new S-rank power he would be seen as the scary marshmallow of Korea.

look at him just look at him !!!!!

scary marshmallow korea scary marshmallow korea scary marshmallow korea 🙏🙏🙏👅

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You Ruined Me

• Yandere Sung Jinwoo x Reader

• He was just gonna have some important talk or something with the chairman. But why? Why do you have to suddenly barge into his life and ruin him?

• First encounter/ Sung Jinwoo POV

• Reader is Korean

Before I became a monarch, I was invisible.

Even now, with the world at my feet, I still move like a ghost.

I don't remember most faces I pass in a day. They blur together—hunters, guildmasters, enemies. All of them are temporary. Forgettable.

But you weren't.

You were just standing in front of the Hunter's Association counter, tapping your pen nervously against a clipboard. Dressed plainly. Not flashy.

I looked longer than usual, making sure I wasn't seeing things, making sure you were there to begin with.

Making sure you were real. Human.

I had come in to meet with Go Gun-Hee. Official business. Something important or whatever to discuss. But my eyes… they got stuck.

On you.

You dropped your pen.

It clattered to the floor, rolling near my feet. You turned, and for one second—one second—you looked up at me with the warmest smile I've ever seen.

"Ah—sorry! Could you…?"

I picked it up.

That should've been the end of it.

But when your fingers brushed mine, soft and warm, something inside me shattered—or maybe clicked into place.

I didn't speak. I just stared.

You tilted your head and laughed softly, nervously. "Thanks… uh, wow, you look familiar. Have we met?"

No. We hadn't.

But I would make sure we did again.

On that very same day, I asked someone and learned that you just got back to Korea again after living in another country for three years. And ever since you have been awakened, you decided to move back here to try to protect this country.

And that moment, my world shifted. My thoughts twisted. I followed your steps without moving. Find out which guild you joined. What raids do you go on? Who you spoke to? Who made you laugh?

And I hated them all.

Because that smile is mine.

That softness. That light.

You ruined me, [Y/N] And you didn't even know my name.

But soon… You'd know everything about me.

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Dear authors, you should really stop putting "x reader" in your OC insert fics because it's a self insert of YOUR character and not that of the reader. I understand you want attention on the post, but it's completely misstagging the story and is quite frankly frustrating and annoying. Yeah, some readers may adapt to it, but some absolutely can not. Thank you very much

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Husband!Sung Jinwoo but in five different fonts:

The original:

Strangers-to-Lovers AU

Childhood Friends-to-Lovers AU

Enemies-to-Lovers AU

Friends-with-Benefits AU

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That one friend who never takes their own advice 🤡

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His Obsession, My Prison

• His embrace was a sanctuary, his smile a promise—but beneath the warmth of his touch was a darkness I couldn’t escape.

• Yandere Sung Jinwoo x A-rank Healer Reader

• Manipulation, isolation, just regular yandere stuff

The stench of blood and the icy chill of death were nothing new to you. As an A-rank healer, dungeons were a second home, their twisted corridors and lurking monsters a familiar threat. But even amidst the chaos, there was always one constant—a shadow who stood between you and the darkness.

Sung Jinwoo

When you first met him, he was an E-rank hunter, weak and often looked down upon. But even then, his determination was a fire that never wavered. And you—an A-rank blessed with powerful healing abilities—had chosen to stay by his side, protecting him, mending his wounds, and watching his back.

"You don't have to stay with me, you know." he had once told you, a faint smile on his lips as he wiped blood from his cheek. "I'm just an E-rank."

"I stay because I want to." you had replied, meeting his gaze. "Not because of your rank."

Back then, his dark eyes had softened. You never imagined how that gaze would one day change.

When Jinwoo awakened as an S-rank, everything changed.

The world watched him with awe, hunters either feared him or admired him, and monsters cowered before him. You watched with a mix of pride and something else—a cold, uneasy feeling whenever his intense gaze settled on you.

He was different now. Stronger. More ruthless. But to you, he was still Jinwoo. Your Jinwoo.

Or so you thought.

It began slowly.

"You don't need to go on raids anymore. I'll handle everything."

You frowned, sitting across from him in his grand office, the view of Seoul's skyline stretching behind him. "Jinwoo, I'm a healer. Healing is what I do."

"I don't want you getting hurt." His voice was calm, but his eyes… those dark, abyssal eyes were fixed on you, intense and unwavering. "Please, trust me."

You did trust him. Or you wanted to.

But the isolation began. He stopped letting you join his guild on raids. Whenever you tried to visit the Hunter's Association, his shadows were there, watching you, gently guiding you back home. Even your fellow hunters noticed.

"Hey, (Y/N), did you quit? We never see you around anymore."

"No, it’s just…" You didn't have an answer.

Jinwoo was always so gentle with you, always smiling, always caring. But his care felt like chains, his love like a gilded cage.

And then there were the gifts. Lavish jewellery, luxurious clothes, a high-rise apartment far from the city's chaos—all from Jinwoo.

"You deserve the best," he would say, brushing his fingers against your cheek. "I want you to be safe. To be mine."

It was that possessive tone, that slight edge to his smile, that made your heart race with something other than love.

But you stayed. Because he was Jinwoo. Because you had always been by his side.

Because… you loved him.

Or was it because he wouldn't let you go?

Every time you tried to talk to other hunters, they would suddenly lose interest. Your calls would go unanswered. Even your family seemed distant, their messages few and far between.

And sometimes you feel even from your shadows that he is always there.

"Jinwoo, are you… are you keeping people away from me?" you finally confronted him one night, your voice trembling.

He looked at you, his gaze unreadable. Then he smiled—a gentle, loving smile that sent a shiver down your spine.

"Why would I ever do that?" he whispered, stepping closer, his fingers curling around a lock of your hair. "I'm just protecting you. That's all I ever wanted."

You wanted to believe him. But as the days turned into weeks, your world grew smaller, until all that remained was the darkness of his shadow… and the warmth of his embrace.

And through it all, you couldn't help but wonder…

Was this love?

Or a beautiful, dangerous trap you could never escape?

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"DARLING NO ESCAPE♡♡"

"i swear this is the last time I'm leaving them alone with you"

"oh it was just one time! and the chase was pretty fun don't you think?" -S.JW & L.Z

I'm actually insane over these two ahhah........ save me... anway reqs open hah...

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Despite the exhaustion, your support gives us strength and I hope you will not let us down

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Your kindness truly keeps us going

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EXTRA CREDIT

• Reverse Romance Trope

• Academic rivals but two teachers are competing for the best class.

• English Teacher Itoshi Rin x Math Chaotic Teacher Reader

• Sorry for my disappearance, and I'm also sorry for not posting some Blue Lock High Au for a while, I have some drafts but it needs more editing.

Rin Itoshi hated mornings, but he hated them even more when they began with glitter.

There it was again—sparkling, infuriating, and somehow shaped like a smiley face—stuck to his freshly printed poetry analysis worksheets. It winked up at him like it knew exactly what it was doing. He stood in front of the copier, shoulders squared and jaw tight, staring blankly at the page, wondering at what point in his otherwise meticulously controlled life things had gotten so... stupid.

He lifted the next sheet. Another smiley face. And the next. And the next. All glimmering, obnoxiously cheerful, and completely unprofessional. It was like the ghost of a kindergarten art project had cursed his part of the English department.

He didn't need to check to know who was responsible.

Ms. (L/N) (Y/N), the math department's human equivalent of a sugar rush, had probably used the copier before him and left behind an explosion of joy and chaos. Again.

Rin exhaled slowly through his nose, the corner of his mouth twitching—not in amusement, but in the barely restrained fury of a man who had already dealt with glitter once this week. And it was only Tuesday.

He glanced over at the copier like it had personally betrayed him. A few sparkles clung to the tray, proof of the crime committed. There was even a rogue sequin stuck in the crack of the feed tray. Of course, there was. She'd probably printed her ridiculous fraction bingo cards or whatever it was she passed off as curriculum, leaving behind a trail of sparkle like some kind of budget fairy godmother.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, resisting the urge to crumple the glitter-stamped worksheets and toss them into the recycling bin. But no. He was above that. He was mature. Professional.

This was war.

You on the other hand twirled a dry-erase marker between your fingers, practically bouncing on your toes as your students worked through an activity. It was your favourite lesson: probability through a board game you created yourself, complete with dice, candy rewards, glittery laminated cards, and ridiculous trivia questions. Your classroom was filled with laughter, fake arguments, and occasional screams of victory. One group was in a heated debate about whether Skittles or M&Ms had better odds in the candy round, while another was trying to bribe you for bonus rolls.

Exactly how you liked it.

Your bulletin boards sparkled, the math puns on the walls made even the grumpiest student groan-laugh, and the scent of watermelon-scented markers perfumed the air. The soundtrack of your teaching life was upbeat music, crinkling candy wrappers, and your students yelling things like "PROBABILITY GODDESS! I ROLLED A SIX!"

And then—

The door creaked open.

Rin Itoshi's tall, brooding figure filled the doorway like a looming thundercloud over a birthday party.

He didn't step in. He didn't need to. Just one glare swept through the chaos of your candy-colored classroom like a freeze ray. A few students paused mid-roll. One kid dropped their D20 and whispered, "Oh no. It's him."

"(L/N)." Rin said, voice cool and flat as ever.

You blinked innocently, twirling the marker like a baton. "Yes, Mr. Itoshi?"

He held up a sheet of paper between two fingers like it was contaminated. On it, clear as day, was your glitter-smiley signature watermark—stamped right onto his poetry analysis worksheet.

"You're contaminating shared surfaces." he said, in the same tone one might use to report a toxic spill.

You gasped dramatically, placing a hand over your heart and staggering back a step like he'd just confessed his undying love. "Rin, you've finally admitted we’re sharing things. I’m honoured. Truly."

His jaw clenched. "I mean the copier."

"Semantics," you chirped, unbothered. "Still sharing."

He didn’t even blink. "There's glitter on my handouts. My students were blinded by a smiley face. One of them asked if it was a metaphor."

You pretended to swoon. "Your class is finally developing critical thinking skills. You’re welcome."

There was a pause. A muscle ticked in his cheek.

"You need to be more careful." he said.

You gave him a dazzling smile. "I was careful. I only used the pink glitter. You should see what happens when I use the holographic one."

"Don't."

"Too late." you sing-songed.

His eyes narrowed into slits of academic rage. He turned without another word.

And you?

You grinned like the cat who'd just knocked over the teacher’s coffee mug.

"Have a mathemagical day, Mr. Itoshi Rin!" you called sweetly.

He kept walking.

As he left you now turned to your wide eyes and mouth students. "Alright, so where were we?"

One of them raised their hand. "Yes?" You respond to the girl whose face is full of curiosity.

"Are you two dating?"

"I'm sorry what?"

Their rivalry was infamous among the faculty. Rin, the ever-serious English teacher, ran a class so silent you could hear a pencil drop. The kind of silence that screamed discipline and demanded respect. His students, wide-eyed and reverent, took notes as if their academic futures depended on it—and honestly, they might have. He was a force of sharp glances and precision.

You, on the other hand, were the hurricane that blew down the hallway every morning with a travel mug in one hand and a pile of colourful worksheets in the other. Your math classroom was chaos in the most educational sense—music playing softly in the background, students laughing over group activities, candy being passed around like currency, and posters with memes explaining calculus plastered across every surface. It was loud. Unapologetically so. And you loved it.

It started innocently enough. Simple, professional competition. Who had the better class test scores? Whose students performed better in school-wide competitions? Who got mentioned more in the yearbook superlatives? (You were voted "Most Likely to Start a Flash Mob"; Rin was crowned "Scariest When Angry.")

But slowly, steadily, it escalated. The rivalry evolved into something far pettier. And far more personal.

The tension had been brewing all week, ever since the principal announced Teacher Swap Day—an annual event where two teachers temporarily switched classes for one period to "foster interdisciplinary learning." For most of the staff, it was a fun tradition. For you and Rin, it was a declaration of war.

He was assigned to teach your bubbly, sugar-fueled math class. You were handed his solemn, poetry-loving English students.

Neither of you took it well.

"They're going to eat him alive," you whispered gleefully to your students the morning of the swap.

"Try not to let your emotions show on your face," Rin deadpanned to his class. "Even if the math teacher starts tap dancing."

The bell rang. You adjusted your bright cardigan, grabbed your dry erase markers, and strutted into Room 3B—Rin's domain.

Silence.

Twenty sets of eyes stared back at you, stone-faced. No fidgeting. No chatting. The scent of serious academia hung in the air like a storm cloud.

You grinned. "Alright, you lovely literary scholars. Today, we're doing probability... with dice, candy, and competitive chaos."

A flicker of uncertainty crossed a few faces.

Meanwhile, Rin stepped into your classroom.

A student immediately yelled, "Are you here to take over the world, Mr. Itoshi?"

Another passed him a friendship bracelet. Someone else offered him a Capri Sun.

He stared, dead-eyed. "Today, we're analyzing sonnets. Sit down."

Back in his class, you were trying to break the ice. "Let's say we roll a six-sided die. What's the probability of landing on an even number?"

A student raised a hand. "Miss, will this be graded based on effort or accuracy?"

You blinked. "Uh... Both?"

He nodded seriously and began calculating with textbook precision.

You muttered, "Rin's raised an army of overly competent robots."

Over in your room, Rin stood before a whiteboard covered in doodles, glitter residue, and a quote that said, 'Math is just number poetry.'

He erased it. "No, it isn't."

Your students gave him side-eyes. One brave soul whispered, "Miss (L/N) lets us write poems in the shape of cats."

Rin twitched.

He turned, arms crossed. "You're writing traditional sonnets. Fourteen lines. Iambic pentameter."

Groans echoed.

Meanwhile, you were standing in front of a graph projected on the board, your usual jokes falling flat. The students followed everything with unnerving efficiency.

You paced, muttering under your breath. "Okay, maybe they're not robots. They're just... terrifyingly competent."

In your class, Rin held up a poetry book. "This is 'Ozymandias.' It's about pride, ambition, and the inevitable fall of great empires."

A girl raised her hand. "So like Miss (L/N)'s candy kingdom?"

Rin paused. ".....Exactly like that."

Later, you both slammed the door open at the same time, leaving the class and now meeting at the hallway.

You: "Your students are brilliant, emotionally repressed machines!"

Rin: "Yours are sugar-fueled goblins with a cult-like devotion to you."

You pointed a finger. "Are you jealous they gave me a macaroni art trophy that says 'Best Math Wizard'?"

He pulled out a folded haiku. "Your student wrote this about me. It’s titled 'Grumpy Cat in a Cardigan.'"

He paused.

You looked up, expecting a snarky comment.

Instead, he said, "Your students did well. They were... confident. Happy."

You blinked. "That sounded dangerously like a compliment."

Rin leaned against the table. "It's not a weakness to be liked."

"Are you okay? Did the poetry corner run out of existential dread?”

He almost smiled. Almost.

Then he surprised you again.

"Why do you always try so hard to make it fun?" he asked.

You shrugged. "Because math was scary to me once. I don't want it to be that way for them."

He looked at you, and this time, there was no smirk, no sharp edge. Just quiet understanding.

You blinked. "...Why do you teach, Rin?"

He was silent for a long moment.

"Because I didn't think I had anything to say. But books taught me otherwise. So now I make sure my students always have something to say. Even if they whisper it."

You were quiet then. The rivalry, the teasing, the chaos—it all suddenly felt like a front. Like a weird, overly-decorated mask you both wore because it was easier than admitting the truth.

You respected each other.

Maybe even liked each other.

"You wanna get coffee?" you asked.

Rin blinked. "Now?"

"Sure. We can talk about how I'm going to crush you at the next department challenge."

He rolled his eyes, but he grabbed his coat.

"Fine. But if there's glitter on my coffee, I'm quitting."

You grinned. "No promises."

"I swear I'm gonna crush you, your little mathematics brain is gonna turn traumatic."

"Whatever 🙄"

But you two had one thing in mind: I need to make my class better.

Somewhere down the hall, your student whispered to her friend, who is Rin's student.

"Told you they were in love."

"We should tell our classmates about what happened right now."

"I mean both our sections did team up just to make them love each other, even though our teachers won't admit it."

@pinkymangacaps @levihanmyotp

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THIS IS THE FIRST FANFIC THAT EVER MADE ME CRY I LOVE IT!!

[And I'm sorry that I'm not able to upload some stories but I am still making them while I'm offline. I am currently having vacation with my loved ones]

yandere! sung jin-woo with kim dokja!reader mini series [part three]

warnings: angst, aged-up!reader [ late twenties], canon divergence, manhwa and light novel spoilers, mention of violence and death, OOC.

Please take caution in reading this series. By continuing to read on from this point, you are consenting to be subjected to reading material that might be sensitive or cause triggering.

If you do not wish to be subjected to a possible series of unfortunate events, leave now and find something else much more pleasant to read.

You are responsible for your own Internet consumption.

Hey guys, and welcome back to another episode of this crossover mini series! As you may or may not know, this is the second part of a gargantuan chapter that had to be divided up because the entire thing was a whopping 6k work count. @circeyoru and I are blown away by the support and love this series is continuing to receive, and we sincerely hope you will love the surprises we have in store going forward~!

So with that being said, let's see what will be broadcasting on today's Star Stream~! Comments from constellations are welcomed!

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[! ALERT] Command received. Player will be subjected to <FLASHBACKS> which are memories redacted and made to forget. As there is too much corruption, only the memories with the most significant impact and targeted specifically by the virus will be immediately recovered and viewed. The rest will slowly return to the Player. [! NOTICE] During the recall of <FLASHBACKS>, the Player will be given the third-person perspective, thus allowing movement within the memory. The Player will not be capable of any interaction as what the Player viewed has happened in the past. The surroundings of the experience will be based on how the memory was originally made. The memory will revert to its original state if any changes or alterations are made to it. Commencing <FLASHBACKS> 3… 2… 1… 

Entering [MEMORY 1: THE FATED MEETING]

Jin-Woo opened his eyes and saw a familiar sight. The Hunters Association. He looked around and noticed his former self coming out of the room with a sigh and glum look. He recalled this; it was the day he first got his rank evaluated after his awakening. He walked to stand in front of his memory, noticing the difference in height and build, as well as aura. He received the lowest rank possible and showed the lowest mana measurement possible. This was a memory he didn’t mind forgetting. 

“Aren’t you too young to be a Hunter?”

Jin-Woo flinched. It was that voice again, and that came right behind him too. He turned around and saw an unfamiliar figure. His eyebrows furrowed. He didn’t recall this, meeting someone like that after his evaluation. It never happened before. 

“I have too.” His memory-self spoke timidly. 

“I’ll bet it’s for money.” The mysterious figure spoke with an understanding tone, no malice, no mockery, nothing but care. “For yourself or…”

“My mother and younger sister.”

“Very noble of you.” The figure smiled warmly. “Can I offer some help? I’ve been around and I can direct you to some raids and teach you the basic of being a Hunter.”

“You won’t convince me to quit?” While Jin-Woo does not know what his memory self is thinking, he could guess and understand why his past self said that. The people that helped him get his rank all tried to persuade him to give up any thoughts of being a Hunter and going into raids, because it would mean pain, suffering, and death.

The figure hummed and chuckled. “No way I’m doing that. Not when you’ve already decided that you’re going to go through with it. The least I could do is help you experience better. By the way, I’m with the Hunter's Association. I work all over the place, so you can always approach me with anything. Hunter [Last Name] [First Name] at your service.”

Jin-Woo’s eyes widened. So this person was the Hunter Jinchul was talking about, what’s more, he knew her. He turned to his past self, seeing himself exchange names and contacts with the Hunter. His hand reached to clench his heart as he felt it ache uncontrollably. An unexplainable feeling over his entire body while he watched the two chat and laugh. 

[MEMORY 1: THE FATED MEETING] Completed.

Entering [MEMORY 2: INTRODUCTION TO BETRAYAL]

The surroundings changed, and now he was inside what appeared to be a dungeon. He read over the memory’s title; this can’t be a positive one, but he has zero recollection of this place.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Your tone was icy and demanding, as were your composure and expression. You stood between a fallen memory of himself and a smaller group of Hunters; he also did not know who they were.

“In a moment, monsters will fill the room. By then, we can’t survive, and an outbreak will happen.” One of the Hunters said, “We need to assess the situation and focus on what best to do—the greater good.”

“The greater good you speak of is to sacrifice Hunter Sung to the monsters while we leave. Don’t you hear yourself right now?” You glared at the Hunters, your hand stretched out to your side as protection to the E-Rank  memory self behind you, all weakened and frail. “Forget it!”

The enclosed cave shook and made everyone wary. “You’re giving us no choice! We’re out of time!”

A smirk formed on your face. “Then why not die together? I rather that than let you let advantage of those you think are prey.”

One wall fell, but what caught Jin-Woo’s attention was the holographic book that appeared behind you, flipping its page to stop at a certain one before encasing both you and his memory self in a protective dome. Just as the Hunter team realized what you had done, goblins brutally ripped them to shreds. You hugged his memory self close to you, your words ringing loud amidst the chaos.

“Jin-Woo, I won’t always be able to care for you. Please know that you should always follow your gut feelings when it comes to shady people. When you can’t beat them in strength and power, protect yourself from danger. By any means necessary.”

Was this why he could tell that Hwang Dongsuk’s team was dangerous and shady from the start? The familiarity of the situation came to him and gave him the direction he needed to take, even when he had forgotten about it all. He encountered a similar situation with another Lizard team in the past, but he had protection, which resulted in a different outcome. 

[MEMORY 2: INTRODUCTION TO BETRAYAL] Completed.

Entering [MEMORY 3: HELPING DEAL]

Now he was in his somewhere he was all too familiar with. The hospital where he frequents for his wounds and injuries and his mother. He watched himself stressing over the various papers to pay bills, medical fees for his discharge and treatment, continuous medical fees for his mother, school tuition fees for Jinah, the rent for the month, daily living expenses. The list goes on. He couldn’t help that he was weak and was knocked out of commission during a raid, yet his life goes on and if he can’t afford all this then…

“Let me see that.” The papers suddenly yanked out of his memory-self’s hands. “You just recovered, and you’re panicking looking at all this. Seriously, what am I going to do with you, Sung Jin-Woo?”

Jin-Woo had somehow grown accustomed to your continuous appearance in his memory. Unconsciously, his form would stand as close as he could to you. If he couldn’t, then he’d move to the perfect spot where he could see you and commit you to memory. Well, this was his memory, but he’ll add it to the lost memories he will recover here soon. Okay, stop, too confusing. Either way, he’ll remember. By now, he knew his face shared the same smile his memory-self would have when you appeared by his side. 

“I can’t help it.” His memory self sighed in defeat. “I think I need to trouble you for some raid tag-along or invitation.”

“No need.” You looked over the papers and your phone at the same time. “I got a quicker solution for you to earn quick cash. Easily, in fact, you can do it immediately.”

“Really?” His memory-self’s eyes sparkled. “How?!”

You pointed at yourself. “Your piggy bank is right here.” 

Jin-Woo and his memory-self had the same reaction as they both gave you a look saying, ‘are you serious?’. 

You waved your fingers, setting the papers on the table, “No need to think you owe me or anything, just think of me paying for your friendship or something.” You shook your head, “No, that won’t do. Hmm. Ah, why not let you pay me back in the future? I have a gut feeling that you’ll earn big money then!”

“How can an E-Rank earn big money?” His memory- self questioned you. Jin-Woo wondered the same, you sounded confident, and this wasn’t the first time he had seen you check your phone for something before doing it. It was like a habit of yours or something like your safety net, to double-check before anything. He even tried looking at your phone screen when you do, but it was pitch black for him as if something was preventing him from seeing what you do.

“Trust me on this.” You smiled at his memory- self. “When have I ever done you wrong or go against my word?”

“Never?”

“Exactly. I’m here to help you, Jin-Woo.”

Jin-Woo looked over at you, his hand reaching out to ghost his hand over your form. His hand went through you as if he was a ghost. Although he is inside a memory and none of his actions had any effect on what had already happened, he wanted to keep watching. He wanted to feel physically your presence. The way his memory self was this relaxed when you were around and the trust his memory self has in you made his heartache. 

The question in his mind now was how did he forget about you when you’ve made such a big impact in his life?

[MEMORY 3: HELPING DEAL] Completed.

Entering [MEMORY 4: COMPANION FOR LIFE AND DEATH]

“It’s a chance to grow strong. There’s no way you’d let this opportunity slip by, right?” Your voice made Jin-Woo look back to see his memory-self and you sitting on a bench outside the hospital. “This system of yours is helping you and you should use it to the fullest.”

Jin-Woo’s eyes widened. You know about the system and his quests? This was no ordinary friendship for sure at this point. He thought he didn’t tell anyone of his secret to grow strong, but now there was someone that knew and was encouraging him to push forward. The person was none other than you, still he didn’t expect himself to see it.

“I can’t even finish the daily quests, it’s asking too much of me.” His memory self depressingly said. 

You hummed, leaning back. “Think of it this way. If you were given infinite wealth, but you have no idea who to use it or place to store it. What would happen to you?” At his silence, you continued. “You don’t know what to do with it. Or it’s stolen from you. Right now, all you’re doing and what you told me the system is telling you to do is just the stepping stone to your greatness. Instead of risking your risk for some cash, why not dream big?”

“I know but…”

“I’ll do those daily quests with you. 100 push-ups, 100 what? Running too.” You tried listing what you recall. “We’ll do it side by side so you’re not alone in this. I need to exercise anyways.”

“You’d do that for me?” There was a faint blush on his memory - self’s face that made Jin-Woo do a double take. “But I don’t want to bother you too much. You have your work to do too.”

You smiled, “No bother at all. I enjoy helping you. In fact, I’ll be your companion for life and death.”

[MEMORY 4: COMPANION FOR LIFE AND DEATH] Completed.

Entering [MEMORY 5: THE GIFT]

Jin-Woo and his memory-self eyed the sword in your hands, presented to him like a gift. While he was still staring, his memory version asked, “What’s this for?”

“A gift.” You nudged for him to hold it, when he did, you shook your head, “Boy, was that heavy!” You eyed him and shrugged. “You find a use for it. Swords aren’t my fighting style, anyway. Plus, it was collecting dust.”

“I already have my daggers.” He countered.

You gave him a look. “You can use it or you can pass it to someone you trust to use it for you. I don’t mind. Just accept it, please.”

“If you say so.” His memory self sighed and placed it into his inventory. 

There it was again. Jin-Woo noticed that you’ve been hinting at future events for a while now. First, you predicted that there would be a time when money wouldn’t be his concern, then you gave him lessons and advice on dangerous events he met with, now you implied that he would have beings that fight for him and by his side, no doubt pointing at his Shadow Army now that he was watching his memories.

You took out your phone again now that your hands were free of the sword, swiping through the screen at something he couldn’t see. “That sword’s called Unbreakable Faith. I think you’ll figure out its function on your own in due time.”

Jin-Woo eyed the phone that you carry everywhere. In every memory he’s seen up to this point, you were never without your phone, even when you were in a fight or raid in a dungeon. 

[MEMORY 5: THE GIFT] Completed.

Entering [MEMORY 6: A MISUNDERSTANDING]

Now, this scene was interesting. His Shadows were training, and his memory-self was exchanging blows with you. It was a session where he played his cards, and you countered them―even pointing out weaknesses he had. If his army were there when you were, then do they recall you? That was something he needed to confirm.

Not long after, the two of them were resting, and Jin-Woo stood next to you. Had this not been a memory, there would have been a Jin-Woo on either side of you. Judging from the clothing he was wearing, it was still a time before he was reevaluated and given the S-Rank. The size of the Shadow Army also showed that it was the early days. 

“A thought. Since you basically turn any dead beings into undead and a loyal soldier of yours with ‘Arise’, what if you killed me and did that to me?” 

The question somehow made Jin-Woo snap as he stared down at the memory of you being that carefree and nonchalant about what you had just suggested. His memory self had the right of it when his hand crashed the water bottle in his hand. 

“Why would I ever do that?”

“Oh, I don’t mean just letting you kill me or something. Like if there was an unavoidable situation where you had to kill me for something. Or if you found me dead. It’s better to ‘arise’ me and use me as a loyal soldier, right? I may be called the Laziest Hunter of All Mankind, but I know I have some mad skills and powers that could be yours to dispose of.” You explained your thoughts so casually and detached, as if you didn’t see value in your own life.

“I would never. As if I could just do that to you.”

Jin-Woo saw the way you smiled bitterly while his memory-self was still busy composing himself from rage at the thought of having to do that to you. You who had been helping him since the beginning? He wasn’t sure if his memory self heard what you said later on or not, but now he heard it loud and clear. “If your memories of me are gone, you would. In fact,” There was this emptiness in your tone, more than that, your eyes dulled as if you were a doll. “You’d have forgotten me and pushed me aside.”

“Hey.” Jin-Woo’s memory-self got up and kneeled in front of you. In a blink, you were back to normal and both you and Jin-Woo watched his memory-self intensely. “This is as good of a time as any, actually. If you’re not busy, and I’m not clearing any dungeons with Jinho, would you like to get something to eat together? Not as fellow Hunters, but like a date because I really-“

“Ah! Ah!” You lunged at him and covered his mouth. “What do you think you’re going to say! Think things through! It’s just an idea! Don’t let your impulses take over rational thinking!”

Jin-Woo could predict what his memory-self was about to say, and it hurt him when you halted him in the middle of his confession. Now he knew what his feelings for you were and what you were to him. 

[MEMORY 6: A MISUNDERSTANDING] Completed.

Entering [MEMORY 7: FORGOTTEN DEATH]

In this snowy setting, he knew what event this was and when it happened. The Red Gate Incident. The Ice Elves on the battlefield proved it. He took one step and read the memory’s title. His form froze. Death? His head looked around and just in time, he saw you taking an arrow to the chest for him. His form moved before he realized, but just as his arms were ready to catch you, you fazed through him and laid on the snowy ground.

His eyes widened as he moved away, kneeling beside you. The moment he did, his memory self was by your side, screaming and crying for you to wake up and open your eyes. He was desperate. All that screaming made his voice ragged. Still, Jin-Woo could only question why he had forgotten such a memory like that. His form flinched when his surroundings glitched and the emotional memory of himself turned silent and numb, exactly like a switch had snapped in him. 

One moment he was hugging your body to his chest, crying and screaming, the next, he had discarded your body to the ground and left to put an end to the battle against Baruka. Jin-Woo knew how it goes, so he stayed by your side. He figured his past self was just too shocked and wanted revenge. He was like that as well. He knew himself. He watched your body glitch occasionally, and every time he reached for you, his hand went through your form. So he stopped trying. He wondered if it was a healing ability you had since he recalled Jinchul asking for you; there was no way you died here.

The exit of the gate generated itself, showing his past victory. Jin-Woo could hardly call it a victory when something like that happened. He watched his past self try to make Baruka a soldier but failed and thus his anger. Jin-Woo understood the sentiment, since that was a strong opponent. However, when his past self was just heading for the gate without you, he shouted, “Aren’t you forgetting someone?!”

To his horror, when he looked back, your body was gone. Where?

“Wait! Don’t go!” Jin-Woo shouted at his past self, he followed right behind his memory self, trying to knock some sense into himself. He knew this was a memory, but seeing you being forgotten and having relived the previous ones, he couldn’t rationally think and act. “You’re forgetting someone important!”

Despite it all, Jin-Woo watched in despair as his memory showed himself leaving the sight without so much as another word or a glance at you. There was no question where you were or the acknowledgement that you sacrificed yourself for him.

In Jin-Woo’s focus on his past self, he didn’t catch your already healed body being carried by a member of the White Tiger’s Guild out of the Red Gate and sent to the hospital.

[MEMORY 7: FORGOTTEN DEATH] Completed.

Entering [MEMORY ???: THE REASON]

Jin-Woo looked around, partially exhausted, mentally. Another dungeon setting. He walked a few steps and sure enough, you were there and so was his past self. The unnerving part was how he saw himself screaming in pain while holding his head. You were glaring at something. He looked over to that direction and saw a window screen. It thought it was his system’s notice, but the design was different, not to mention the colour.

It read the following:

[You have interfered in the protagonist’s path to the point of no return. The help and aid you have given was unnecessary. You will receive a punishment.]

Afterwards, his memory self was knocked unconscious. Jin-Woo watched as you clutched your head from pain, your body shook, and your form swayed and wavered. He heard footsteps behind him and saw a pack of wolves. He turned back to you. You were in no condition to fight and neither was his past self.

But by some miracle, you pushed through and protected yourself and him from the wolves. You collapsed onto the ground, panting, “What kind of punishment is it this time…?”

“This time?” Jin-Woo repeated with dread. Every time you have helped him and aided him, has it resulted in your suffering? He watched familiar system screens trying to undo what was done and failing at every attempt. From the beginning, his system was trying to counter this bug.

You smiled and patted his past self’s head. “Don’t worry, I’m not giving up on you.”

The scene shifted and he saw himself looking out the hospital window while dressed in white. Patient garbs. The door opened and in strolled you with a bouquet and a basket of fruits. “Jin-Woo, how are you feeling? I told you not to push yourself too hard.”

Jin-Woo watched as his past self turned to look in your direction. He flinched at the emotionless expression on his own face. “Who are you?”

You, too, flinched at his cold words. Contrary to Jin-Woo’s confusion, you nodded and smiled bitterly with a soft mutter. “I see, so that’s the punishment. Memory alteration.”

You sighed and placed the flowers and fruit on his table. “I’m a friend of your sister, Jinah. She couldn’t make it today, so I came in her stead. She said to wish you a swift recovery!”

“Oh, thank you for the trouble!” The way his memory self just lit up that easily when it wasn’t you was sickening to Jin-Woo. 

The scene shifted again. This time he was at a raid, and you were by his side trying to help him, but he remained unresponsive as he ignored your being entirely. Still, the way you kept continuing to protect him and indirectly help him made Jin-Woo’s head hurt and his heart ache uncontrollably. What sick and twisted ploy is this?

The scene changed. Now it was just himself fighting alone. You weren’t even by his side anymore.

[! ALERT] <FLASHBACKS> have completely be re-experienced, Player will be returned to the present. <RESTORATION> is completed. Everything has been restored.

“Inventory.” Jin-Woo immediately checked. In his inventory, there was this sword he had only seen in his memories. Unbreakable Faith. He received it from you. It was right there now, but before this whole thing happened, it was never there. Someone played him. His fist balled and slammed into the desk, creating a spiderweb of cracks, tears formed and flowed down to his cheek and chin. This heaviness, this unbearable void, all these feelings were rushing at him like a tidal wave. 

[Sung Jin-Woo, there is no need to shed tears for a character with such little importance. All you have seen is useless and insignificant. Do not mind the details and look at the bigger picture. You have no need for the forgotten one.]

“How could you do this? To just remove all my memories of someone so important to me, when I was at my lowest?! How could you remove her memories too?! This has nothing to do with you!”

You were innocent, you were merely helping him, you wanted what was good for him. Yet for some reason, your good will was returned with pain and suffering that he was ignorant to. Now, with his returned memories, he knew he had vowed to protect you in return for all the good you have shown him and helped him. What good was that vow when he had forgotten the receiver?! Were you like him? With chunks of memory gone from your mind and don’t even realize the problem? 

[You are mistaken. Only your memories have been meddled in. You who the traitorous constellation holds dear and finds solace in. What better torturous punishment than to be unwanted and forgotten by the one person that is treasured to the ends of the universe and more? This is the perfect retribution.]

“What…” 

[The forgotten one was doing too much damage to your story, so I saw it fit to send this fragment away from you. I thought my actions were merciful enough, given that I didn’t interfere with your system to have you kill the traitor with your own hands. What was that quest called? <KILL THE ENEMIES>?]

“Mercy…?”

[Express your rage, depression, and murderous intent all you please. None would be effective to a being such as myself. Nor would it bring back that constellation to your side. However, do you truly even need such a presence by your side, Shadow Monarch? For how long have you forgotten those memories? For how long have you ignored such a presence? For how long have you ever needed that traitor? I gave you your answers. You have been comfortable without that fragment for too long. What’s does it matter now that you know? It matters not. So, I give you this last chance.} [Do you accept this generosity to permanently forgot ever having this conversation and all relating to the forgotten one?] Accept

“So, you slipped through my system’s defenses by a small miracle, and that gives you the right to redact my memories of a person who saw me at my lowest point, when I was the weakest hunter of all mankind and still treated me like I mattered. But who said you could make her suffer for your own amusement? There’s no denying it. This isn’t revenge, so don’t give me that bullshit about a traitor’s retribution or the sins of a fragment. All I want to know, right now, is her location. Where are you hiding her?”

[You cannot hope to reach that forgotten presence. So do not waste your time and energy. The <SIDE CHARACTER SYSTEM> has made sure that inferior presence will never appear before your eyes ever again.]

[! ALERT] Search for <SIDE CHARACTER SYSTEM> complete. Match found. Devour all memory-related effects of <SIDE CHARACTER SYSTEM>? Including distorted image, videos, objects, memories, and others. Accept Decline

“Devour it all!”

[You will regre& !@#$(@#(%*%@#(*$@)#$*)!*#*&!*@]

[! ALERT] Command received. 

Jin-Woo collapsed in his chair. “Where are you. Where are you now, [First Name]?”

[! ALERT]

A quest has arrived. <SEARCH FOR THE FORGOTTEN>

Do you accept?

Yes No

[! ALERT]

A hint will be given upon acceptance.

“A hint.” Jin-Woo read through it. Exhausted from all the ball passing, Jin-Woo felt like a pawn in someone’s game and was accustomed to hurting someone he cared for. Now, he has the chance to take it all back and redeem himself. The first step was to look for you and bring you back to his side. “Accept.”

Do you wish to read [ITEM: LETTER TO THE MONARCH]? Yes No

“Yes.” In an instant, a piece of paper materialized in his hand. His hand brushed the words written on it and checked the signature at the end. When he saw it had your name, he immediately read through it. The more he read the worse his mood. By the end, he slammed it on the desk. “My Shadows!”

At the moment it took for his Shadows to materialize in front of him, enough to fill the room, he had gotten the picture Jinchul had sent to his phone. A clear picture of how you appeared, just as he remembered and saw in his memories moments ago. “Find Hunter [Last Name] and bring her back. Now!”

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