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[leedxngmin]

Cha Eun-woo as Kwon Seon-yul

↳ wonderful world episode 4

[cymk8]

lady of sorrows

[pop-video]

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[mezzinow]

The Käärijä/Baby Lasagna interlude, which is better than the entire evening. The GOATS, really!

[xiaolanhua]

Our Unwritten Seoul 미지의 서울 (2025) Dir. Park Shin Woo – Ep. 4

[icockchastity]

The chastity cage locks your desires in the prison of time, with every second of waiting intensifying that inescapable yearning.

[chongoblog]

A little warning to anyone only perceiving in three dimensions, this mashup is a bit of a doozy

[asteroidaffliction]

curvy curly

[wizardlyghost]

movin to the beat of the transcendental cha cha cha

[civetside]

doodling THEM today

[z13lovebot]

Me & the bad bitch I pulled by being so evil it inspired him to be kinder 🔥💯

[leedxngmin]

Cha Eun-woo as Kwon Seon-yul

↳ wonderful world episode 5

[inkly-heart]

[freakmcnastyy]

"Angel"

Warnings: bullying, non-consensual touching, power imbalance, manipulation, toxic dynamic, suggestive content

Summary: You ran into your bully at the convenience store.

Note: Anon requestt

Pt.1 / Pt.2

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The rain was falling like a thin curtain from the sky.

When you caught the glow of a small convenience store sign on a side street, you quickened your pace—just to find somewhere warm, somewhere to hide for a little while. The door jingled with a tired chime as you pushed it open. The warmth inside was jarring compared to the cold outside. You ran your fingers through your wet hair as you wandered between the aisles. After grabbing your favorite brand of instant noodles, you approached the counter. The boy behind it glanced at you from the corner of his eye and gave a small nod. No words exchanged. You paid, grabbed a pair of plastic chopsticks, and headed for the small kitchen corner near the register.

Once the food was ready, you sank into the chair and let out a quiet sigh. Setting the plastic bowl on the desk, you leaned forward and took your first bite. The heat, the salt, the spice—they filled your mouth and spread through your chest. The sound of rain outside and the soft hum of music from a speaker somewhere in the ceiling wrapped around you.

Until—

A shadow moved in front of the window.

You looked up and saw someone staring in from the other side of the glass. A boy, head tilted slightly forward, breath fogging up the window.

Han Soo-gang.

He raised a finger and drew a small heart in the center of the foggy glass. His eyes locked on yours. Then, grinning, he exaggeratedly mouthed, “What are you eating?” He added a tiny arrow beneath the heart and started laughing.

You slowly set down your chopsticks, your body freezing mid-motion. Was it dread tightening your chest, or just unease? You couldn’t tell.

The door jingled again.

Han Soo-gang walked in, followed by Lee Moon-gi and two girls. One of them flipped her hair over her shoulder as she entered, while the other linked her arm through Soo-gang’s and looked around the store. Laughter, footsteps, the squeak of wet sneakers on linoleum—

Moon-gi’s eyes went straight to you. He didn’t hesitate to slide into the chair right next to yours.

“Well, well, Yn-ssi… You here too?” he said, curling his lips in a fake smile. “What a coincidence, right? The way our paths cross in this world… it’s practically romantic.”

You started to get up. Your hand pushed your bowl aside, chair legs scraping slightly on the floor. But before you could rise, an arm slid around your waist, and in one smooth motion, everything shifted.

You couldn’t breathe properly—because the next second, you were in Han Soo-gang’s lap.

“Don’t get up,” he said, voice soft but firm. “We just got comfortable.”

His arms tightened around you. The more you struggled to stand, the more he pulled you back into him, adjusting your position so your hips rested right against his thighs. When you looked up, his gaze burned into you. He didn’t need to speak to tell you exactly what he was thinking.

“Let me go,” you said through gritted teeth. “What are you doing, Soo-gang? Let me go.”

You squirmed, but his grip didn’t budge. If anything, it became gentler—more deliberate. He leaned his head to the side, reached up, and gently tucked your damp hair behind your ear. His fingertips brushed your skin, trailing from your hairline down the curve of your neck.

“Angel…” he whispered. The word dripped with a sweetness that felt wrong. “I heard… you snitched on us. To the teachers. Hmm?”

A familiar grin crept across his face—equal parts amused, mocking, and dangerous.

“I… I didn’t,” you stammered. “Someone got it wrong—”

“Sure they did,” he breathed, his mouth close to your cheek now. “But you know… if you do report us…”

His laugh was low, vibrating against your skin. Then he looked directly into your eyes.

“…they’ll tear us apart, won’t they? You wouldn’t want that. You wouldn’t want to be separated from me… would you, angel?”

And then his hands moved.

They slid from your waist, down to your hips, then between your thighs. Your breath hitched. Panic? Anger? Something else entirely? You couldn’t tell anymore. But his touch wasn’t hurried. It was slow, calculated—like he was reminding you who was in control.

Soo-gang leaned closer, brushing his mouth along your cheek before planting a soft, lingering kiss right on the center of it.

He smirked.

Then leaned back casually, like nothing had happened.

You were still in his lap when Moon-gi suddenly said, “You two look so cute right now. Wait—don’t move! Lemme get a photo.”

He was already pulling out his phone. “Can’t miss moments like this. We all need something to talk about tomorrow, right?”

You couldn’t even speak. Soo-gang tilted his head and pressed his cheek against yours again, casually, intimately. You hated the way your body was frozen, like all the fight in you had drained out somewhere along the way.

One of the girls laughed loudly. “Omg, you guys actually look like a couple. Moon-gi, take it! Quick!”

Moon-gi lifted the camera. “Three… two… say kimchi, Yn!”

Your face was burning. You stayed silent.

“Kimchi!” he said again, rolling his eyes.

Click.

The flash went off. The photo was taken. And in the faint glow of the phone screen, Soo-gang’s stare was as clear as ever—he was enjoying this. Enjoying you. Enjoying the way he’d boxed you in.

When it was over, Soo-gang shifted. He pulled out a cigarette from inside his coat, lit it without hesitation. The no-smoking sign meant nothing to him. The first drag lit up his features again, glowing amber.

He held it out to you.

“Wanna smoke, angel?”

You shook your head, your voice coming out quiet. “No.”

He pouted. Overdramatically. “Aw…”

Then he looked down at you again, smoke curling between his lips.

“You know,” he murmured, “we actually make a really cute couple, don’t we?” He chuckled, then added, “Maybe you should date me.”

He took another drag, and this time, exhaled directly into your face. The smoke stung your eyes. Your lungs tightened.

His hand moved again.

From your waist, it crept upward. Then his palm pressed against your chest. He didn’t move it away.

“Damn,” he muttered. “These are pretty big, huh?”

Your breath caught in your throat. “Stop it! What are you—!”

You pushed at his chest with both hands, but his body was a cage around yours. He just smiled lazily, like he hadn’t heard you. He took one last look at you, then slowly loosened his hold.

You slid off his lap. Your legs felt unsteady.

He stood.

“Alright, angel… I’ll see you at school tomorrow, okay?”

He took one final drag, then reached over, dropped the cigarette straight into your ramen bowl.

“I love you,” he said, almost cheerfully.

He winked.

Then turned and walked out, Moon-gi and the girls trailing behind him.

The door jingled one last time.

The rain hadn’t stopped.

But somehow, it felt quieter than the noise still ringing inside your chest.

[mezzinow]

I voted for them.