#Study Group

[ay4tou]

when the fandom is so niche and small you see your own fanfic while scrolling through x reader

[algtrs]

STUDY GROUP 스터디그룹 (2025) Dir. Lee Jang-hoon.

[imhaechanshoe]

Title: More than friends?

pairing: Ma Minhwan x OC(Pi hanewools sister)

Warnings: smut,protected sex,fluff,friends to lovers

The room was dimly lit, the scent of antiseptic clinging to the air after Ma Minhwan had cleaned up a cut on his lip. The fight earlier had been brutal — but what fight wasn’t when you were trying to survive in that hellhole of a school?

Pi Ha-yun sat cross-legged on the old couch, watching him silently. She’d snuck out again — told her brother she was crashing at a friend’s place. She always came to Minhwan after things got too loud at home.

They’d known each other for months now. Maybe longer. She wasn’t like the other girls at school — she didn’t flinch around blood, didn’t ask questions when he came home broken. And she never looked at him like he was just muscle. She saw past all that.

“You should let me help,” she said softly, eyeing the bruise blooming along his jaw.

“I’m fine,” he replied, not even looking up.

“You’re always ‘fine,’ Minhwan.”

He glanced at her then. Her voice had a tired edge to it — not annoyed, but something deeper. Something like hurt.

He set the first-aid kit down.

“Come here.”

She stood slowly, walking toward him, and something shifted in the space between them. It wasn’t just tension anymore — it was heat. It was everything they’d been ignoring since the first time she patched him up. Since the first time he let her see him vulnerable.

Minhwan’s fingers brushed her wrist, warm and hesitant. “You… don’t have to keep coming here, you know.”

“But I want to,” Ha-yun said. Her voice was barely above a whisper now. “I feel safer here than anywhere else.”

He looked at her then — really looked. The curve of her mouth, the flicker of nervousness in her eyes, the way her breath caught when his hand moved to her waist.

“Ha-yun…” His voice was rough, low. “If you stay tonight…”

“I want to.”

There was no hesitation this time.

Their mouths met halfway — urgent, messy, familiar. Not a first kiss, but the first that mattered. Minhwan cupped her cheek, pulling her in closer, and her fingers tangled in the fabric of his shirt.

He guided her backward, carefully, until the backs of her knees hit the edge of the couch. She sat, and he sank down with her, lips never parting. Hands explored now — over clothes at first, but then beneath them.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured against her skin as he pushed her hoodie up. “Tell me now if you’re not sure.”

She reached up, dragging him back to her mouth. “I’m sure.”

Minhwan’s kisses turned hungrier — trailing down her neck, along her collarbone. He unzipped her hoodie slowly, like he was memorizing every inch of skin he exposed. Ha-yun shivered under his touch, hips shifting beneath him as he slid between her thighs.

Clothes were pulled off one piece at a time — not rushed, but needy. His hands were everywhere — exploring, teasing, gripping. She was already wet when his fingers brushed her there, and he groaned softly at the feeling.

“You’ve been holding back,” she whispered, biting her lip.

His eyes darkened. “You have no idea.”

He slid a finger inside her slowly, watching her reaction. Then another. Ha-yun’s back arched as he curled them just right, drawing moans from her lips that she didn’t even try to hide. His thumb pressed against her clit, slow and firm.

“Minhwan—please…”

That word — please — lit something in him. He pulled back just long enough to grab a condom from his drawer, rolling it on with one hand while the other stayed wrapped around her thigh.

“Keep looking at me,” he said as he lined himself up, pressing slowly into her. “Don’t look away.”

Ha-yun gasped as he filled her, inch by inch, until he was fully inside her. They stayed like that for a second — just breathing, eyes locked, fingers intertwined.

Then he started to move.

Deep, slow thrusts that had her crying out his name, nails digging into his shoulders. Every push made her feel more full, more connected, more his. The couch creaked beneath them, but neither cared. His name slipped from her lips like a secret she’d been dying to tell.

When she clenched around him, legs trembling, he cursed against her mouth. Her orgasm hit her hard — a wave of heat and sound, her body writhing beneath his as he held her close.

Minhwan wasn’t far behind — hips jerking, groan muffled against her neck as he came, shaking slightly with the force of it.

They collapsed together — sweaty, breathless, still tangled.

For the first time in forever, silence didn’t feel empty.

He kissed her forehead. “So… friends, huh?”

She smiled lazily, still catching her breath. “Maybe something more.”

[divineandmajesticinone]

Cha Woo-min as Pi Han UI STUDY GROUP (2025)

[slytherinshua]

✎　 STUBBORNLY, PATIENTLY 　( 윤가민 )

genre hurt/comfort , yoon gamin x fem!reader   cw spoilers for study group up to episode 8 , the fic takes place during the events of/references events of ep 8 , not proofread   wc 1475   request for @lexeees and @candewlsy   note slytherinshua kdrama fic era is back too 😼😼😼 i always pull through for my man minhyun and i love study group hehe (i rly need to watch the last few eps lmao)   net @kstrucknet

“Shit. We’d be having endless meat at a buffet if we went with the plan.” 

You could recognize Jiwu’s annoyed tone from halfway across the Earth. 

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay, it’s fine— the owner said he planned to get a new machine.”

Jun, who somehow took the role of the mediator in more situations than you originally thought possible for the red-haired boy.

“Gochujang, you’re actually the one to blame!” Your eyes drifted to the window of the convenience store, watching Jiwu’s arm fly out to point an accusatory finger at Jun. “Why did you have to be so stubborn?”

Their voices muffled from your ears as your gaze shifted to the left, seeing the figure of your boyfriend slumped over the table. You predicted he might be feeling down today. Last year after exams, he spent the day in his room, not answering your calls. If you were lucky, you’d get a reply to a text, but the occurrences were about as rare as the correct answers on his test. You often schemed with his mother on how to cheer him up, as you both hated to see him in that state. Often the only solution was waiting it out, especially when he refused to open his bedroom door. 

This year, however, was different than previous ones. Not only did Gamin have even higher expectations for himself coming into the exam, but he was also surrounded by friends who didn’t quite understand the pressures Gamin put on himself yet. As his expectations climbed higher, he also had a steeper way down to fall when they were crushed yet again. He needed something to ground him— and that wasn’t going to happen surrounded by the loud voices of Jun and Jiwu bickering. 

The chime of the convenience store bell caught the attention of Sehyeon and Heewon, but the noise wasn’t loud enough to break the dark fog that was clouding Gamin’s head. Your touch usually did the trick, though. 

“Hey. Was wondering where you guys might be after exams ended,” you said with a smile, addressing the rest of the group as your hand moved to your boyfriend’s shoulder. He looked up at you, a million thoughts swirling behind those glasses. 

“You should’ve come with us, Y/n! We went to the arcade and—” 

Heewon’s cheery voice was cut by Jun’s interruption. 

“—Gamin absolutely plundered the strength machine, but it was my fault—” 

“That all sounds fun, but there was no getting around my part time job today.” Your explanation earned a chorus of hums and nods. Apart from studying with the group, you also worked part time at an animal shelter, caring for stray kittens. Heewon had begged for you to take her to see them sometime soon, and you were fairly sure Sehyeon would want to tag along as well. Everything had just been so hectic leading up to exams that you could barely find time in your schedule. 

However, when it came to your boyfriend, you could always find time. And it was clear that Gamin needed some of it today. 

“Gamin, let’s go back to my house. You can sleep over tonight. I already told your mom,” you whispered into his ear, hand soothingly rubbing circles on his back. He gave you a curt nod, the saddened expression on his face still not wavering. 

“We’ll catch you guys tomorrow, okay?” You helped your boyfriend up and led him out of the store, waving a quick goodbye to your friends.

The walk back to your apartment was silent. You held onto Gamin’s hand tightly as you thought of ways to make him feel better. You’d given him the same talk time and time again. He knew how important he was to you, that he had value in your eyes no matter what he did. But, to him, having his hard work give him the same underwhelming results year after year ate away at his motivation. It would be tiring for anyone. Sometimes you weren’t even sure how he still bounced back days later. 

Your apartment always smelled comforting to Gamin. Hours had been spent here together— studying, talking, laughing, kissing. There was something freeing about hanging out at your house, like it was hidden away from the rest of the world. You lived alone, and it was nice to get out of the way of the adults sometimes. 

The same routine fell into place the moment Gamin stepped inside the door. He didn’t have to think hard for his legs to lead him to your bedroom, or for his body to fall onto your bed. Your familiar ceiling allowed some of the most comforting memories to flood back to his brain. The first time he saw you, or your first kiss. Every time he had been there to comfort you, and every time you had helped him study. 

You soon joined him, laying down right next to him, your head resting on your outstretched arm and your eyes gazing at him with concern. You wondered what was going through his mind at the moment as his body lay completely still and soft even breaths escaped his slightly parted lips. The silence was gentle but delicate. At any moment it would crack and things would break. You could sense it. But you waited until it was time, hoping that now the little action of seeing your face and feeling the comfort of your soft mattress would be enough to start working away at the storm the day had rained down on him.

“Gamin,” your utterance was barely above a whisper. His eyes glanced at you and then settled back up at the ceiling. If he looked at you for too long, he was sure his resolve would break. “I love you. Remember what I said? A big change will happen eventually. Just be steady.”

Sometimes you felt like you were repeating the same words over and over again, unsure if they would really help him. But you would never give up on him. You’d always be right by his side, being his comfort, being his strength when he gave out. 

“I know you. You’re so patient, Gamin.” At the call of his name for the second time your fingers brushed his wrist. Hands finding each other once again and all at once his persistence fell.

Gamin never cried. It was almost unnatural to him. Every hardship had to be faced with a smile and unbreaking tenacity. He couldn’t pinpoint the last time he had truly cried. Not that he hadn’t struggled or felt pain or felt like giving up. But rarely were the circumstances so that he felt comfortable enough to do it. Only with you. Only when you were the sole person there to see him. 

His tears rolled down the side of his cheek slowly. He was still quiet through it all. The only sign being his grip on your hand tightening, almost desperately wanting to hold you closer. 

You often watched your boyfriend, observing his eyes or his lips or his hands as he focused on something. His quirks and motions kept pulling you in. You didn’t know it was possible to be so mesmerized by a single person before you met Gamin. His determination, his drive, his resilience— there was so much about him that was admirable if you looked beneath the surface. Yet he had always been ignored and pushed aside for his grades and intelligence in school. He was dropped into a box that didn’t fit him, confined to a space that only restricted him further. But Gamin loved studying; he loved learning. It was something no one could take away from him, even as the world beat down on his back, testing to see when he would give up and finally stop trying. 

But he wouldn’t. Gamin’s stubbornness was both his strength and weakness. It hurt, but it made him who he was. 

As he wept silently in your arms, melting ever closer to your embrace, you could only feel pride simmering in you at his hard work. His effort would pay off in due time. You knew it would. For now, he would have to continue being patient, lingering at the feeling of the sweet kisses you gave him as comfort until a day when he felt a bit stronger to stand on his own. 

As his tears dried and quick soft kisses were pressed to his warm skin and lips that he could barely muster the energy to reciprocate, he tried to smile. Tried. Moments like these were usually something he enjoyed. Quiet comfort with you holding him so close. But it was still hard to ignore the sickening lurch in his stomach from anxiety at the thought of exam results. It seemed like this time of the year would never get easier for him. 

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[tttabii]

FLIRTY HAIRDRESSER

cha woo-min x reader

note; just imagine if he had tattoos and he's your hairdresser.

YOU WEREN'T ACTUALLY planning to change your look today—just a spontaneous urge on a slow afternoon. Your reflection started to become boring: the same old faded dye, the same split ends. So you stepped into the newly opened salon that everyone has been raving about and imagined you would somehow spark spontaneity.

The bell chimed as you walked in, and you were greeted with a citrus shampoo and lavender scent. Some stylists pointed their attention to you and smiled appreciatively. However, your gaze really fell on the man standing before the styling chairs.

Cha Woo-min.

He was tall, sleeves rolled just enough to expose minimal tattoos on his forearms. Rings decorated his fingers—stylistic and silver, nether too glam, but again... definitely noticed. His hair looked effortlessly tousled, as though he had a stylish awakening. He looked like he could walk off the pages of a fashion magazine, not out from behind a salon chair.

"First time here?" he asked, voice silky as he casually motioned you to take a seat. His tone was lighthearted and friendly, but his eyes remained longer on you than necessary.

You nodded. "I just felt like trying something new."

"Come on, I'll take care of you," he said, pointing to one of the chairs. You settled into it as he tossed the cape on you and clipped it into place with his expert ease.

His name tag on his apron said Woo-min, and he pointed to it, grinning and dancing with his eyes. "I'm Woo-min, by the way. Your hair is in safe hands."

When he said it, you believed it. "What were you thinking?" he asked, fingers beginning to comb your hair gently, working his way through the texture, the length, and any damage you were trying to not be embarrassed about. "Trim? Change the shape? Color?"

"Something different," you said. "I'm bored of this color. I want something... completely new and compliments my skin tone."

He nodded, ponderous, already pulling out swatches and palettes. "I think you would look great with something that's a little softer. Maybe a warm ash brown or a muted honey beige. Let me show you some options," he said. You watched how his brows furrowed in concentration, like your hair was a canvas and he was already painting it in his mind. 

And god—his hands. Strong, ringed fingers that strolled past your neck every now and again as he sectioned your hair, always in a featherlight touch, but enough to give goosebumps down your arms. You did your best not to fidget under his gaze, under the warmth of his attention.

When he began cutting, it was all soft snips and chit chat—he asked where you were from, if you had dyed your hair a lot before, what made you want to walk in today. But then he showed you to the washing station, and that was when you were elevated.

The water was just the right temperature, his fingers masterfully kneading your scalp as though he had memorized where the pressure points of your head were.

You didn't realize when your eyes closed, but you felt your entire self become liquid in the chair. Your fingers dug where they gripped the sides as his thumbs moved behind your ears and up toward your temples.

The head massage he gave was life-changing.

You wanted to cry.

Or propose.

Or maybe both.

"You alright?" he murmured, and his voice floated over, right next to your ear. You could only nod your head, unsure if your voice would come out coherent.

As he towel-dried your hair, his fingers brushed your nape again—intentionally? Probably not. But something about his action paused, as if he noticed the hitch in your breath, as if he wanted to.

"I'll dry it, put it up and style it, so you can see what it'll look like," he offered after a brief pause. He began walking you back to your original chair and moved with that same casual self-assuredness, but there was something in his eye that hadn't been there when you first walked in.

You settled back into the chair in front of the mirror, watching his reflection—this stranger, this charming, tattooed stranger, this one with silver rings on his fingers, named Woo-min, who already had his hands just a bit too familiar with your hair, and maybe with your heart too.

As Woo-min blended the dye, you observed him in the mirror—engaged, careful, a few strands of his own hair escaping from beneath his beanie once again. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing a fresh set of tattoos down his forearm.

Something floral, maybe?

You were unable to concentrate on the specifics when he looked like that. He returned to your chair with the bowl and brush in hand, balancing it awkwardly as he smiled at you with a crooked smile. "Ready?"

You nodded and he carefully wrapped a towel around your shoulders, tucking it in. "This will take a little while, so I hope you don't mind me chatting with you for a bit."

"I don't mind at all," you replied maybe with too much enthusiasm. He began at the back of your scalp, dividing your hair and lightly adding the cool dye.

"Oh by the way," he continued, nonchalantly, "I really like your earrings, and your necklace- so good because it fits with everything else, it's stylish without being too much," he finished.

You blinked, caught off guard. "Oh... thanks."

He smirked. "And by the way, love the outfit, you're pulling it off."

You could feel your cheeks heat up in response to his words  and particularly when he had to lean a little more closer to reach a different section of your hair. But his tone shifted, now teasing in nature and lowered a little more. "But this hair though..."

"You mean...?" you prompted, a little bit skeptically.

"It's kinda crying for help," he laughed, stroking the dye in gingerly. "Intense—not in a bad way, your hair is beautiful. But it is dry as fuck."

You gasped a little. "What!?"

"I'm just being honest!" he laughed. "Don't worry, I'm going to take care of it. I'll put some toner and some protein treatment in. And it won't damage it anymore than it already is. Promise."

"You better," you puffed, crossing your arms—which was useless because you were literally wrapped in a cape like a burrito. "I trust you with my life here."

He laughed. "Your life, huh? No pressure. I'll be try my best not to mess it up."

The other stylists were busy, attending to their own clients while Woo-min stayed with you the whole time, checking the color all while chatting in between. He told you about how he got into hair, how he didn't like school but enjoyed the feeling of making people feel better about themselves. How he worked at a few other shops before helping his friend open this place. 

You shared a little too much—enough to feel like this didn't have to be merely small talk. There was something else there, something that hung in the air for just a beat more than he needed to look at you.

Eventually, it was time for the dye to set. He did wash it out like he said with conditioning and treatments. He rinsed your hair treating it like spun silk. Then he dried and styled your hair, using a diffuser and his hands, fluffing your hair to create shapes and develop the soft waves as if sculpting them. When it was time for the reveal. He spun you around in the chair, turned you  to the mirror.

You were blinking. You, actually blinked. "Whoa..."

"Yeah?" he asked, now watching your reaction intently.

"I look...different", you said, "but in a good way."

"You look hot", he said nonchalantly while correcting you, and you almost choked. He brushed a few strands from your cheek, and your eyes met again in the mirror.

There it was—that look again. That pause. That little something that said, this could be more than a one-time hair appointment.

He stepped away to grab the mirror for the back view, and when he returned, he held a business card between two fingers. "Here. Just in case you wanna come back—for a treatment or touch-up."

You took it. It was sleek, black and white, with the salon's name on the front.

But when you turned it over...

Woo-min.

personal line: xxx-xxx-xxxx

(text me if you're bored. or if your hair gets dry again.)

Your lips twitched.

"Slipping your number to all your clients?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

He winked. "Only the ones with cute earrings and terrible haircare routines."

You kept it cool. You tried.

But then you flipped over the card, saw the neat handwriting, noted the "text me if you're bored" comment, and realized it was his personal number—then the heat rushed to your cheeks, just like that.

Your fingers clenched around the card, doing your best to ignore the smug little look he left on his face as he leaned against the counter. You paid for the treatment, still slightly dazed from the combination of the best head massage of your life, a full hair transformation, and a flirtatious stylist who may or may not have been undressing you with his eyes at some point (in the most tasteful way possible, of course).

As you thanked the receptionist, one of the other stylists walked a client out—nodded politely, let them leave. That was it. No big send-off, no special attention.

But then you turned toward the door, card still tucked into your hand, and—

 

He was already there.

Woo-min stood, one hand on the glass, lazily shoving it open for you with a measured sort of confidence, the other hand tucked in the pocket of his black apron. The wind shaped his bangs on the ends, and the sun caught just the right amount of ink on his forearm so that it was a little distracting.

"You sure you like it?" he said, his chin slightly tilted.

You nodded quickly and pulled some hair behind your ear. "Yeah... I really do. Thank you."

He watched you for a second—the way you were sucking on the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling too much.

"Good," he said. "I usually don't open the door for people, by the way."

You blinked. "You don't?"

He shook his head and there was a playful smile on his lips. "I guess you're special."

You completely lost it with quick blush and muttered a flustered "Bye" and stepped into the cool air, the glass door softly thumping behind you as you walked out. As you walked away, you couldn't resist looking at the card again, your heart racing wildly at the thought.

Text him if you're  bored? 

You were already composing something in your head.

Should you wait an hour? A day? Was five minutes too desperate?

...yeah, okay, maybe ten minutes.

────୨ৎ────

Your limit was nine minutes and forty-three seconds.

That was as long as you could take. You found yourself perched on your bed, stylized hair freshly tucked over your shoulder, eyeing the card like it was about to disappear from the floor. You tapped on messages for two seconds, and then, typed the following message.

you : are you seriously diss on my hair that hard and then flirt with me? bold move.

Sent.

Then you tossed your phone to the side onto the bed like it was a bomb ready to explode. Except within the limit of a minute, it dinged back.

Unknown Number: already miss me?

Your stomach dropped. Then it did a backflip. And then, it combusted. You snatched your phone like it had a secret for you and read the message as your eyes widen. You weren't sure if it was the sheer audacity or the smirk you could hear through the screen, but you were already typing.

you: you wish. but i really do look hot now. so thanks, hair god.

An immediate response.

woo-min 🖤: hair god? now you're trying to turn me on. you're welcome tho. you really do look hot. I should have gotten a picture for my portfolio.

You blinked. How was he somehow both sweet and also so much? It didn't feel sleazy at all. Just cheeky. Like he was letting you in on a joke the rest of the world didn't understand.

You bit your lip.

you: you could've just asked to take one.. or is that your excuse to see me again?

There was a pause.

woo-min 🖤: maybe i don't need an excuse. but if you want to come back next week, i'll "check on the color." or whatever. bring that necklace again. it looked good on you. so did the way you blushed.

You threw your phone face down again. And then immediately picked it back up because this guy was dangerous. In the most infuriatingly charming way. And somehow? You already knew that you'd be back at that salon next week.

A week later. You had been nonstop texting.

Every day. Every night. Random memes. Pictures of his and your cat. A close up of his hand with his rings on display, holding a coffee cup (which he definitely sent on purpose).

A mirror selfie you took after you re-styled your hair with his reply.

woo-min 🖤: stop. I'm already down bad. this is bullying.

And here you were—walking down the street toward the salon expecting a quick hello or intermediary touch up. And instead—

You saw him.

Sitting outside the salon.

No apron, no scissors, just Woo-min, a fresh black coat over a graphic tee, rings still on, hair perfectly done, a coffee in his hand—and sunglasses pushed up on his head like he just walked out of a damn music video.

You slowed your walk. He looked up at you and smiled. Stood. "Took you long enough."

You blinked. "Wait. You're... not working today?"

He shrugged and walked over to you like it was so obvious. "I'm off."

You squinted at him. "Then... why am I here?"

He smirked. "You said you wanted to get your color checked, right?" His fingers brushed against your hair gently, mock inspecting. "Yep. Still hot. Let's go."

You blinked again. "Wait—wait, is this a—?"

"A date?" He grinned, casually linking his hand with yours as though it were the most thrilling thing in the world. "Yeah. You didn't think I would keep flirting with you just over text, did you?"

You stared at him, stunned and a little woozy. "...You're ridiculous."

"Yeah. But you like it." He pulled you toward the little café next door where a tiny table already had two drinks and a half-eaten pastry on it (you were late, sue him).

At some point between the croissants, the little laughs you shared, and him leaning over to wipe a crumb off your lip a little too casually — he pulled out his phone.

"Okay," he said, tapping on the camera app. "I never got a picture of your new hair."

You blinked. "Wait—you wanna take it now?"

"Mhm." He leaned in next to you, tossing his arm around the back of your chair, trying to angle the camera. "But I want one with both of us in it. So you remember who made you look this good."

You tried to roll your eyes—but the camera clicked mid-laugh, catching the exact moment you turned your head toward him in fake-annoyance while he was already grinning at you.

It wasn't just a hair pic.

It was you two.

And somehow it already looked like it belonged in a frame.

[deathandnonexistentialdread]

do you see my vison

[freakmcnastyy]

Therapy

Phi Han Wool x f!reader

Warnings: obsession, mental health themes, smut, inappropriate therapist-client dynamic, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex.

Summary: You were supposed to help him heal—but he decided he needed you instead.

Note: anon request!! (They just wanted smut, but I still gave it some backstory hehe)

⸻

You were a psychologist.

When you first met Phi Han Wool, he was an inmate at a juvenile detention center. Charged with assault, murder, and organized crime. But he didn’t look terrifying anymore. His shoulders were slouched. His head slightly lowered. He didn’t meet your eyes. Didn’t look around. He’d been escorted in by two guards, but he hadn’t resisted. It was as if he didn’t have the strength to.

When you said, “We're gonna have sessions every saturday.” he only gave a faint nod. His gaze was fixed not on you—but on the corner of your desk.

He didn’t say a single word the entire session. But even though his voice never came out, his silence screamed.

There were deep shadows under his eyes, scars on his knuckles—and above all, that unbearable silence that wrapped itself around him like a second skin.

Still, you kept talking. Soft voice. No pressure. Empathy. Patience. Nothing came back.

At the end, you simply jotted down a few notes in your file and ended the session.

But when you left the room— you saw his face in the window. And for a moment, he was looking at you.

For the first time.

As if something had cracked inside the silence. Small. Barely there. But it was real. And behind that crack… you could sense something beginning to stir.

You didn’t know what it was just yet but maybe—just maybe—he already knew that day, you’d end up being more than just a psychologist.

There was still a spark beneath all that ruin and you were the first to see it.

⸻

First came familiarity.

Familiarity didn’t mean trust—not for someone like him but he got used to your voice. To the sound of your pen scribbling notes. To the way you always pulled your chair back two fingers before sitting.

And slowly… he started talking. But only to you. Not to the guards. Not to the other inmates.

Only you.

Every time he came in, his eyes searched for you. When you were late, he stared at the door—unblinking.

You thought it was connection. But it wasn’t.

It was an addiction.

You had become his greatest mental obsession.

And eventually, under the quiet weight of his twisted fixation— you would either become his, or disappear into the silence with him.

⸻

One day, he didn’t want to talk.

When he walked into your office, his eyes flicked up to yours—just for a second—then dropped to the floor. You asked, “Are you okay today?” No answer. Just a small shake of the head. Not bad. But not good, either.

If you pretended nothing was wrong, he would too. So you stayed quiet with him.

You sat side by side. Not close, but not far either.

Minutes passed.

No words. Just breathing.

Then—suddenly—he turned. Leaning in quietly. Slowly.

He laid his head on your chest. Didn’t ask. Didn’t explain. He just… did it.

You froze.

But when he pressed into you— he exhaled. Deeply. As if he’d been holding that breath for weeks. Maybe months.

You slowly raised your hand, resting it on his back. And he shivered—just once.

Your fingers slipped into his hair, brushing gently. Like he’d been waiting for this closeness for years. Like he’d needed it, but never dared to ask.

He didn’t speak. Didn’t open his eyes. He just stayed there.

And you didn’t say anything either.

Because words weren’t needed.

⸻

Everything changed after that.

In the next sessions, he listened to you more closely. His eyes lit up—just for a second—when he saw you.

He started sitting closer.

He talked. But still—only to you. He smiled. But only when you said something.

And one day, he asked:

“What did you do to me?”

“Because no one’s ever made me feel like this.”

⸻

The office was quiet that day. The session had gone on a little longer than usual.

But it wasn’t a session anymore. It was tension. It was two people who had wanted each other in silence—finally breaking.

You were leaned over your desk, fingers wrapped around your pen, but your mind was on nothing but him.

He took one step toward you. Then another. And suddenly—he was right in front of you.

He reached out and cupped your face. His thumb brushed the corner of your lips.

“Just for a moment,” he said. “Forget everything.”

He leaned down to your neck, and when his lips touched your skin, your breath spilled out like a secret.

He kissed you slowly. Then deeper. Then—like he’d wanted this for years—he pressed his mouth into your neck and didn’t let go.

Your hands instinctively found his back. You gripped his prison uniform, your lips parting—but no sound came. Because your body had already given him permission.

He pulled back just a little, locking eyes with you. He reached for the buttons on your blouse. One by one. Slow. Intentional.

And with each one he undid—he kissed the newly exposed skin. Your collarbone. The slope of your ribs. The curve of your waist.

And each kiss was a quiet confession.

When he laid you down on the desk, you didn’t speak. Your feet barely touched the ground. One of his hands cradled your head. The other settled on your hip—pulling you to him.

His body pressed down on yours, heat radiating between you.

“Han Wool… this isn’t right…” you whispered against his lips.

But he didn’t back away. He didn’t even flinch.

“No, this is the only right thing I’ve ever done.”

Then he kissed you. Not rough. Not hungry.

But like he owned you and maybe he did.

Your hands slid down his back. Your mouths lost all distance. He stripped off his uniform. Your skin met his. Your heartbeat brushed against his chest.

And in that moment, there were no rules. No ethics. No guilt.

Just him. Just you. And the sound of two people coming undone.

His weight pressed into you. Every breath between you deepened. All that remained were touches.

For the first time, truly, there was no going back.

He slid his hand down your chest, to your stomach, lingering—then stopped at the band of your underwear.

Eyes locked with yours, he whispered: “I’m asking one last time.”

You nodded.

And he began pulling them down—slow, delicate—like he was memorizing every inch. Like he wasn’t touching you for the first time—but the last.

He moved lower. Kissed beneath your collarbone. Your breasts. Your stomach. Your hips.

Each kiss made you breathe harder. Each kiss made you tremble more.

And then—his lips found your most intimate place.

His tongue started slow. Then deeper. Wet. Hot. Addictive.

You grabbed his hair. Tried to pull him back—but he pushed deeper.

Eyes locked on yours, his tongue never stopped. Neither did his fingers.

One inside. Then two.

Every thrust made you shudder. Made your body scream one name—

Han Wool.

He finally pulled back, wiped his chin, but never broke eye contact.

He unzipped his pants and when his cock sprang free, your body arched involuntarily.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

You couldn’t speak. Just nodded.

His hands gripped your thighs. And he slid in—slow, deep, like he was carving himself into you.

You gasped. Your body lit up from the inside out.

He pulled out. Thrust again. Heavy. Precise. Claiming.

He leaned down and bit your neck—not hard, just enough to leave a mark.

He moved faster. The sound of the desk creaking. Skin on skin. His breath ragged. Your moans muffled.

You said his name. He said yours.

Then—he stopped using it.

Because now, your name was “mine.” Your name was “only for me.”

Your name… was the only light in his darkness.

When you both came—together—his hands gripped your waist like he’d fall without you.

He collapsed against you. Your chests heaving.

He pressed his forehead to yours.

“Finally,” he whispered.

“Now we’re both free.”

⸻

You were still trembling. Still pinned to the desk. Still covered in him.

The office was dark now. You didn’t know how long had passed.

You sat up. He was still watching you. Like nothing else mattered.

“Session’s long over,” you said quietly. “They’ll suspect something. You need to go.”

He didn’t blink. Just reached up, cradled your chin, tilted your face to his.

“You let me touch you…” he said—low, dangerous. “And now you want me to leave?”

You opened your mouth—but he kissed you. Hard. Tongue, teeth, breath—everything. He devoured your answer.

And then, he pulled back. Eyes locked.

“See you.” he said softly.

Then turned.

Right before opening the door—he glanced over his shoulder.

“This isn’t over.”

And left.

But you knew, in your bones—this was just the beginning.

The real therapy… had only just begun.

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these crazy tiny ahh mfs i will eat them

[sunnysana]

Hello! Can I request a Pi Hanwool x reader FF where in the reader is a shy and kind girl and she's the gf of Pi Hanwool, but few knows their relationship. So when she joined the Study Group, she and Ga Min are getting closer like friends (but Ga Min has a crush on her). Then one day, Pi Hanwool see them together and he can't help but be jealous and possessive to the point that everyone now knows their relationship. It's a fluff btw 🫶🫶🫶 THANK YOU SO MUCH, THIS IS MY FIRST TIME REQUESTING SO SORRY FOR THE DEMAND 🥰

Pi Hanwool x F! Reader / When he gets possessive

A/N: Hiii, thank you so much for the request. I love being the first one to do your request. I love how you already know what you want me to write! Makes it fun and easier. I hope it's enough fluff and that you enjoy<3. I love this for the first study group fic I'll be writing!

Warning(s): None!

"Seriously?" He chuckled as if it was amusing but sounded displeased at the same time. "You joined a study group?".

That's how the conversation had went when he first found out you've joined Yoon Gamin's study group. He didn't really take it seriously. Cause how would a study group last in a school like this?

That's what he thought at first. Though now he takes it a bit more seriously than before. All because of Yoon Gamin.

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Hanwool walked through the halls with his sidekick also known as Minhwan. No one dared to cross his way.

Hanwool had a straight face on as usual. Meanwhile, Minhwan was playing around with his gun.

"She really joined a study group?" He laughed amused like it's the weirdest thing he heard in a while. "Yeah, and it's with that Gamin nerd." He scoffed.

"Aren't you gonna do something?" Minhwan fidgets with his gun. "Nah..." he brushed it off "it's gonna fall apart soon anyway, you really think a study group could last in a place like this?".

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A few days later there you were in the library after hours with the newfound study group. You were sitting on the side facing the door next to Gamin. Meanwhile, Sehyun was sitting on the other side.

The others, Joon, Heewon, and Jiwoo had already left as you were just finishing up some homework.

Earlier that day you had gotten a load of math works which you didn't quite get. After all math isn't your best subject, you'd say English is your strongest subject instead.

So Gamin offered to help as soon as you got it handed out. Which you ofcourse accepted because you didn't wanna get behind the others and keep up with the workload.

He adjusted his glasses as he started to explain another question. Sehyun, on the other hand, was already done and got up to leave. "See you tomorrow, don't stay too long okay?". You nod with a sweet sounding hum as you wave Sehyun bye.

After Gamin's best friend left he scooted a little closer with a small blush you didn't even notice. "Ah right, so for this question you need to use this formula and then do this..."

He went on like that. Anything that had to with studying got him excited, and he tried to explain it even better than normal because it's you he's teaching.

About an hour passes, and you finally finish up and walk out together. It's just right around dinner time, so you've finished at a perfect timing.

Recently, you have grown closer to Gamin and the others that you'd call them your best group of friends. However, you'd say you've been around Gamin the most recently.

You both head out together with only a few inches between you. However, you didn't mind as you two are close friends in your mind. However, he'd hope it was more besides that, though he wouldn't tell you.

"How about we get some Ramyeon at the convenience store we usually go to? I'm starving". Gamin offered as he looked your way with a cute smile.

You chuckled as you remembered something. "Yeah sure I'm so hungry, remember last time that Joon was so hungry he tried eating Ramyeon when hot and burned his mouth?." I remind him and laugh.

Moments later, you get there. You had promised Hanwool you'd come to Yeonbaek after you've had dinner, so it's even more convenient for you since it's almost right around the corner.

Gamin and you took a seat opposing each other with hot ramyeon as you chatted. However, you didn't know that about ten minutes later, your boyfriend had walked into the store to get some snacks for when you were supposed to hang out.

Hanwool himself didn't immediately notice as he was busy roaming the aisles, deciding on what to get the two of you. As usual, he just takes what he sees fit. He doesn't have to worry about his spending habits as his father is the boss of YB anyway.

The moment he noticed is when he saw the reflection of a familiar girl's back in the window glass with a nerdy boy on the opposite side.

You were too deep in the conversation and food to notice Hanwool's staring. He might look stoic and expressionless as usual, but if you could sense what he's feeling inside, it would be far from it.

He can't believe it, he thinks it's humorous the guy thinks he has a chance but also feels jealous of the biggest nerd in school chatting with you. Even having dinner together. He can't just leave it like that can he?

He put the snacks aside for a moment and strode over with hands in his pockets and hugged you from behind. Which suprised both you and Gamin but both for different reasons.

You hadn't expected Hanwool to be here at this time as he's usually still having dinner with his father around this time, or he'd be hanging out on the sofa with Minhwan as usual as he's often around.

However, Gamin had all types of thought going through his head. Why is this guy hugging you from behind? Who is this guy? Why does it have to be now? It didn't hit him yet, he didn't realize that it was THE Pi Hanwool yet as he hasn't seen him face to face before.

Hanwool broke the silence. "I see you're having dinner with this study group guy?" He pulled back, and you looked at him, happy to see him. "Yeah, I thought it'd be convenient as it's so nearby, then it wouldn't take to get to you, he helped me with math too" you said simply with a hint of innocence as you didn't realize the way it seemed.

Both you and Gamin had finished up a minute ago and were gonna leave in a moment anyway. So you both stood up, Gamin with a tad of awkwardness. "Let's go, shall we? I'll see tomorrow, Gamin. " You told him goodbye, head out with Hanwool holding his hand and forget the snacks.

When you got back to the YB building where he resides he immediately resorts to uncharacteristically clingy before and cuddling you all the time. Though if you'd point it out he'd play it off as just being comfy.

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The following day at Yuseong Technical High, everyone started to notice how close he was to a certain someone being you. Even Minhwan hadn't expected to see him be this sweet and close to you in public.

It's only that day when Gamin realized it was Hanwool he saw with you the day before.

In the break, Hanwool even told you to sit with him and his guys instead of with the study group. He promised he'd get you some strawberry milk and your favorite snack, too, after all. He didn't want you to be with Gamin much. After all, you're his at the end of the day. And he's not planning on letting you go.

Now the whole school knows just how much of a softie he is for you. Though no one dares to tell him that. He's still the no.1 on the ranking after all.

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A/N:

I hope you all liked it, I hope it's not to short. It's fun to me how he's the most requested person in my inbox, so you can expect more!

Also, it's not proof read by me so let me know if anything seems off!

[muntitled]

He's big.

He's fricken stupid

He doesn't know where the clit is cus he failed biology

If anything happens to this idiot I will jump

[imhaechanshoe]

Yoon Ga-min NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare

Very gentle. He doesn’t say much, but his actions speak. He wipes you down with a warm cloth, gets you water, and tucks you into his arms. He stays skin-to-skin until your breathing slows.

B = Body part

On you: your hands — especially when they touch his chest or hold his face during sex. On himself: his back. He loves when your nails leave red trails down it.

C = Cum

He finishes deep inside you, gripping your hips and breathing raggedly. He likes seeing it drip out afterward — something about it feels possessive. He’s not messy, but always leaves a mark.

D = Dirty talk

Usually quiet, but when he talks, it’s intense and low:

“You feel that? How deep I am? You’re mine. Say it.”

He doesn’t talk much unless you bring it out of him.

E = Experience

Not very experienced, but extremely intuitive. He learns fast and focuses on what you like. If you teach him something once, he’ll do it perfectly next time.

F = Favorite position

• Missionary — slow, deep, and intimate. He likes seeing your face.

• Cowgirl — loves when you ride him slow and grind, watching you take control. His hands never stop roaming.

Bonus: Against the wall when he’s rougher.

G = Goofy

Almost never. He’s focused, serious, and intense in bed. The only time he smiles is when you kiss him mid-thrust and giggle — it makes his expression soften for a second.

H = Hair

Natural and soft. He trims below for cleanliness but doesn’t obsess. You running your fingers through his hair when he’s eating you out or thrusting into you? He melts.

I = Intimacy

If he’s sleeping with you, it’s serious. Even rough sex is emotionally heavy. He’s quiet but very present, like he’s memorizing every sound you make and the way your body moves under his.

J = Jack off

Not often. When he does, he thinks of you — your mouth, how you moan his name, the way you claw at his back. Usually finishes with a low grunt and heavy breath.

K = Kinks

• Praise kink — he wants to know he’s making you feel good.

• Marking — loves leaving hickeys and being scratched.

• Dom/sub energy — he’s quiet dominant, but open to you taking control sometimes.

• Breeding kink (quietly intense; the thought of you full of him drives him crazy).

L = Location

• Bedroom.

• Couch.

• Against your bedroom door with the lock on.

Anywhere private where he can take his time and not worry about being overheard.

M = Motivation

Your voice. The way you say his name softly, or how you look at him with need. If you kiss him and grind a little too long, he’ll press you against the nearest surface.

N = No

• Public sex

• Anything degrading

• Threesomes or sharing

• Being filmed

He’s possessive and protective. If anyone else sees you like that, he’ll lose it.

O = Oral (Giving/Receiving)

Giving: Obsessed. He’ll stay between your legs until your thighs are shaking and your voice is hoarse.

Receiving: Tries to stay quiet but ends up gripping the sheets, jaw clenched, eyes fluttering shut.

Length: He’s about 6.4 inches (16.3 cm), thick and slightly curved upward — perfect for hitting deep spots.

P = Pace

Slow and deep — he wants to feel every second of it. When he’s emotional or jealous, he’ll go harder, rougher, pulling you close and grunting your name through clenched teeth.

Q = Quickie

Rare, but if needed, he’ll press you against a wall or drag you onto his lap. It’s rushed but hot — deep thrusts, teeth on your neck, and him finishing with a breathless growl.

R = Risk

Cautious. He doesn’t like taking big risks with sex, but in private? He’ll push your limits. You saying “stop” is all he needs to back off instantly — your safety is sacred.

S = Stamina

One round? Never. He can go two or three with a short break between. He’s the type to go again after cuddling, especially if you start teasing him again.

T = Toys

Not big on toys himself, but if you pull one out, he’ll watch and help — fingers in your mouth, voice in your ear. But he secretly prefers when you fall apart from just him.

U = Unfair

Very unfair. He’ll tease your inner thigh, hover his mouth over you without touching, and whisper, “Beg for it.” He likes control — likes making you squirm and beg before he finally gives in.

V = Volume

Low, breathy groans. The occasional sharp gasp when you clench around him or say his name. He pants against your ear, voice rough when he’s about to come.

W = Wild card

When he’s jealous, he’s a different person. He’ll fuck you harder, eyes locked with yours, low grunts in your ear: “Only I get to see you like this.” Rough hands, bruising kisses, possessive thrusts.

X = X-ray (Size)

Length: About 6.4 inches (16.3 cm)

Thick, enough to stretch you nicely — especially in certain positions. Slight upward curve for deep, targeted thrusts.

He’s not the biggest, but the way he uses it? Devastating.

Y = Yearning

Always. Even when he doesn’t say it, you can feel it — in the way he touches you, how long he holds eye contact, how he grips your waist like you’re slipping away.

Z = ZZZ

He stays awake just long enough to pull you close and kiss your shoulder. He’ll fall asleep holding you, body pressed tightly to yours, heart still beating hard against your back.

[j2micons]

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HONG MIN-GI as PARK GEON-YEOP in STUDY GROUP 스터디그룹 (2025) Dir. Lee Jang-hoon.

[mingoooossii]

Can you do both headcanons for park yoon ho and pi hyun wool? Thank you so much!

P. Han Ul and L. Hyeon Woo headcanons.

Kdrama: Study group

Warnings: fluff, a bit of angst, minor webtoon spoilers??(not that serious actually), might be a bit ooc

A/n: I'm not a fan of han ul AT all but woomin did it so well 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️ I feel like a bit of kyungjun also came in??(Somehow)and Hyeon woo's character was kind of hard to grasp but i hope this is what you've been looking for anonie<33

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Requested ♡

geon yeop ver. gamin ver.

｡⁠*ﾟPi Han Ul.

• he wasn't really the one for relationships until he met you

• it isn't really logical considering his situation but he couldn't help it

• you managed to worm your way into his heart despite all the walls he put up

• at that point, i think he'd trust you enough to let that happen

• you're the only person he genuinely has a soft spot for, aside from his sister

• this also means that he'd be protective

• his sister would be fond of you and that just makes him instantly more inclined to ‘protect’ you

• he just wants to make sure that you'd be safe even if that means keeping you as a secret from his dad (and Minhwan but 🤷‍♀️)

• not really the affectionate type

• and because of his situation, he can be kind of closed of at times

• like don't expect him to be that open about his feelings

• he's just not used to it :( (this doesn't mean he loves you any less though)

• you'd be the one initiating physical contact most of the time but he does have his moments

• he likes laying his head on your lap while you run your fingers through his hair

• it helps him calm down and helps him go to sleep whenever he's having trouble

• i can also imagine him having a teasing side??

• he'd be very subtle with it though (a menace actually)

• but you'll know once you see his slight smirk

• kind of a jealous type but he wouldn't show it

• 100% the type to send silent death glares when he's annoyed

• but I can also see him being a bit cocky??

• not exactly in a ‘I’m better than you’ way but more like a ‘are you kidding me’ kind of way (hope that made sense 😭)

• so expect a snide comment or two

• but if he sees that you're uncomfortable with the other person, he will be taking action

• he’s definitely not the type to let things slide

｡⁠*ﾟLee Hyeon Woo.

• it takes him a while to accept that he had feelings for you

• once he does he'll be more open about it

• loves teasing you (that's his love lang basically)

• but he makes sure to not take it too far (actually hurting you is the last thing he wants to do)

• he's protective too.

• because him teasing you is one thing but when someone else does it??

• now that pisses him off.

• would not hesitate to throw hands if someone made you uncomfortable in anyway

• he's the jealous type but not overbearingly so (kind of)

• 100 % the type to judge (he wouldn't hide it AT ALL 😭)

• he does NOT gaf (his expression will say it all)

• but he wouldn't act immediately

• you were more patient than him with stuff like this so he knows that you could probably handle it

• but if it gets out of hand just give him a sign and he'll take care of the rest (🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️)

•he can be affectionate at times but he has to be in the mood for it

• so like expect random back hugs from him throughout the day

• especially if he's down

• he wouldn't say anything but just comes over to you and wraps his arms around you

• so please give him all the hugs you can!!

• headcanoning that he's actually a softie in disguise

• he's been through so much, so he doesn't really open up that easily

• but if he's really comfortable with you, i think he'd start to show his vulnerable side more

• however, this does NOT mean that he's a pushover in any way (he just trusts you that much)

• you were close with Ji woo (and Heewon too since you were in the same class)

• he doesn't really show it but it actually means so much to him (since you two were the two most important people in his life)

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