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Thoughts from reading Yona of the Dawn Ch. 8

Ch.8 in summary: Hak and Yona continue with their growth, individually choosing to leave Fuuga as they prioritize protecting others. Hak gives up his positions as chief, general, and bodyguard to do so but ultimately chooses to keep protecting and following Yona, who inspired by the Wind Tribe, builds up the courage to take action.

Made a goal to be more concise in my notes, but instead I'm adding nonsense because I couldn't refrain from mentioning how soft Hak looks here.

Then I also noticed that he's picking out the weapons Yona will later use! Subconsciously picking ones that will be better for her?? "I'd rather have something smaller...I want a short sword and a bow"

"How do you feel, Tae-Yeon? Are you all right? Do you want anything?" – Yona goes from the one being cared for to the caregiver. She is stepping up to act for someone else.

"These people have nothing to do with it! Why would the Fire Tribe do all this to put Soo-Won on the throne? Is such senseless cruelty allowed? Would you...authorize this awfulness, Soo-Won?" – Continuing with the expansion of Yona's circle of care: Yona is affected and upset by the merchants injured by the Fire Tribe + is developing a sense of justice. This also doubles down on Yona's need to reframe Soo-Won in her mind and challenges what she thought she knew about him, as she sees the awfulness linked back to him.

It is a similar moment to the one Hak has in chapter 5 when he's taking care of Yona as they flee the palace: "Are you happy now...? The years we spent together...the princess who adored you...you destroyed them all. Are you satisfied...Soo-Won?"

That moment solidifies rage and an unwillingness to forgive Soo-Won in Hak. This moment might push Yona in a similar direction, she can't ignore the effects of Soo-Won's actions on others.

"I know how they seem, but they care a lot about their family." "Family..." "Right! The members of our tribe are all a family. And that includes you." – Yona probably thought she lost her family and home forever, that family being the trio (Hak, Soo-Won, and her) + her father. But now she sees she has been welcomed, accepted, embraced, and even loved so easily by the Wind Tribe. It moves her to tears. And to be told she is family by people she so admires affects her extra deeply.

Also...building off of the "Hak taking Yona to his homeland = symbolic" thread: Yona flourishes in that homeland + is embraced as family by them. Any who...

"You made her cry, Han-Dae." "Lord Hak's gonna kill me! He seems so laid-back, but he's merciless" – love that the #1 rule is don't hurt/upset Yona or else Hak will be after you and that everyone seems to understand this without having to be told.

We also get the contradiction of Hak spelled out, even if it is for a funny moment: the appearance of being laid-back + casual with the more hidden depths of a deep care and seriousness (and the ability to act on those things)

"Hak and Mundok...and all these other kind people...they must be in terrible pain. They must be full of rage. But they're holding it in and smiling. The proud Wind...I shouldn't get them involved in this" – Yona's building feelings of responsibility (and thinking she is to blame) for what is happening to these people solidify. And now, not only does she feel responsible, but she wants to act to protect them.

There's also some astonishment that people so greatly affected by her, in negative ways, could be so kind to her.

They fuel her determination and she builds off of her question to Hak in the last chapter: "is there anything I can do?" She will not wait around and watch. She will not be helpless and frozen like she was during Soo-Won's betrayal. And this time she does not ask, she moves to act on her own.

The continuous cycle of witnessing suffering yet receiving kindness gives Yona the final push when escalated to such a degree. And I think she somewhat rejects what everyone keeps telling her– that she doesn't need to do anything or concern herself, everything will be okay. She is done being helpless, and even if she feels she lacks in skill, she will do what she can for others. Go Yona!

"I...I came to thank you. You gave me warm food. You dried my tears. And you cheered me up. Thank you. You've helped me...so much." – And here we see more of how much Yona has changed in just a short amount of time and how she is learning from her experiences.

When she fled the palace, she thought of how she never got to thank her father for anything, that she didn't express her appreciation and love for him enough. She regrets her past behavior. Here, Yona is sure to thank Tae-Yeon and goes as far to humble herself before him.

I find it interesting that Tae-Yeon basically did for her what Soo-Won did when they were children.

The head-pat from Hak to Tae-Yeon is also just...my heart!

A beautiful moment.

"Some nights...I felt like I wanted to die. He's so small, yet I never got the sense that he was suffering. His smile...and his strength...have given me courage." "I'll never forget you or the others here" – Tae-Yeon is the embodiment of the Wind Tribe and Yona's feelings about them: continuing on in the face of suffering and not losing oneself to it while also expressing kindness and care for others.

Yona admires and is inspired by this. She learns from Tae-Yeon and the Wind Tribe to not deny the suffering but to keep going in spite of it. And that even the weak can be strong and make an impact.

"Hey! Are you leaving Rina behind?!" – the outrage and shock is great lol. I will continue to indulge in everyone else being very tuned in to how Hak feels about Yona. The only one in the dark is probably Yona herself.

"I thought of going to see her one more time. I want you to take care of her" – love how Hak keeps telling everyone to take care of Yona as he leaves. I think it also demonstrates a deep trust in Tae-Woo and the others! That he thought of going to see her to say goodbye but didn't also speaks to how I think he might have not been able to leave her if he did see her one more time.

"Hak! I'm leaving this city. Come with me." – A MOMENT. And yes, Hak is her personal guard and protector, but I also think she can't imagine being without him. He's part of her in a way.

And she doesn't know he plans to leave at this moment. As Hak soon says, she's being selfish. She has learned how wonderful the Wind Tribe is and has watched Hak thrive as its chief but is still unwilling to leave without him/let him go.

Overall, Yona's desire to leave is born from selflessness and her time with the Wind Tribe has made her less selfish, but on the topic of Hak, she won't budge. In fact, her first instinct after deciding to leave was to find him.

"I said I'm leaving. If I stay here, Fuuga will be dragged into war."

"I said something along those lines to the Elder Chief myself. That should protect the city...and you can have a peaceful life here." – There's something to be said for how Hak and Yona are in sync here. Their reasons for leaving align: they both want to protect the tribe.

But Hak's like "nah, I'll sacrifice myself for the city/tribe and you" I'm sure part of him is also screaming "you dummy, you're messing with my plans. You're supposed to live a safe and happy life here."

"Hak...I haven't given you permission to leave." – We haven't really seen Yona order Hak around before this moment, interesting that she pulls it out here.

"Yeah, well I don't answer to you. I'm not a general anymore. And I don't serve you. I'm hitting the road as a free man...with no obligation to look out for you." – Hak and Yona get a bit of a reset on their relationship here. Previously, Hak heavily contextualized his care for Yona through the lens of obligation to King Il. Now, when he does choose to go with her and serve her, it will be more of his own choice, something he does because he wants to do it (not that it wasn't before, but there's less of a believable chance to hide behind excuses this time).

"I've made up my mind." – Stubborn Yona! I love her and also she's very cute. The determination on her face as she uses her tiny body to try and block the much bigger Hak.

"I don't care. I'm not taking you with me." – I like how Yona comes into the conversation saying that she's leaving and wants Hak to come with her and Hak approaches this subject by saying "No the fuck you're not, I'm leaving and you're staying" instead of "Well, I'm also leaving but we're parting ways."

I have "no obligation to look out for you" he says while trying to look out for her by making her stay behind where he thinks she'll be safe.

This is essentially also a little face-off of who is in charge/gives the orders.

A last-ditch attempt by Hak to convince Yona to stay. Saying she'll have to pay him somehow and suggesting "paying with your body" serves as a little reality check for Yona, like he's telling her "it's rough out there, Yona. Stay safe here instead."

Yona is unamused. And Hak's expression is like "you see?"

It seems like a typical teasing moment from Hak, resorting to the off-putting "flirting" like he did when Yona asked what she could do to help and he told her she could try being "sexier." But like then, it is intended as a bit of a distraction by riling Yona up to focus on her outrage. This time it doesn't work, even as he adds a little "act gross to push the person you care about away."

"There's nothing I can give you." – a little "fuck that" + raw honesty from Yona. She says "I wouldn't do that" + "this relationship will not be transactional" + "I want you with me because I want you with me"

"Goodbye...Princess Yona."

"I...can't accept that. I want you. So please...give yourself to me!" – another MOMENT. Her little grab to full on grab! And again, her determined face! She is standing her ground and expressing herself honestly. Hak is shook.

Where is Tae-Woo when you need him? This is Yona's version of the "sorry, it just looked (or sounded) kinda dirty" XD

And with that, Yona ends the debate and says "I'm in charge." And you know what? Good for her.

"Ah...crap. How annoying. This is why..." – why what, Hak? Finish that thought. He's giving chapter 3 flashback Hak energy ("This is why I don't want to deal with her highness..." "she throws me off-balance")

"Fine, you win...your highness" – ultimately, Hak can't say no to her. And "I'm a free man" "I don't serve you" my ass, Hak. She has kneeling before "your highness."

"How could you say such horrible things to our princess?!" – I said that the Wind Tribe exposed Yona to being treated like a person not a princess, but oddly, Hak might have been her first exposure to such treatment despite his emphasis on her being a princess. His casualness with her, combined with his respect for her position = he treats her as both a princess and a person.

"It seems that I must let...another grandchild go." – PAIN. Mundok lost Soo-Won, then Hak, and now Yona.

"Everyone here welcomed me...into their family. I was so happy...and that's why I'm leaving. Mundok...please protect the Wind Tribe." – a beautiful moment (and a lovely, squishy smile!) Yona felt like she belonged and like she was accepted and cared for, and like with being treated like a person, despite the love and treatment she got at the palace, this might have been the first time she got to experience love and care without being isolated. A more true belonging?

I think I repeat the words "love" and "care" forever on a loop, but I do love it as a motivator for Yona.

"Don't ever forget your highness. Some day...you may confront despair once again. If you ever need help...the Wind Tribe will be at your side...no matter who stands against us. No matter how much distance lies between us" – They are still family, no matter the distance. Happy tears from me. But I wonder...could this also act as some foreshadowing? Anyway, I love Mundok.

[cynpher]

Got These two References down The new Nathan and Tj (not cj anymore.) They belong to me and @rottingrootsarts Touched story. It does with more fantasy and paranormal topics. All of these characters will be redesigned and rewritten. i Honestly didn't want to waste what i made but fix what i made as well. I know these guys didn't have a great stigma. Me and Roots want to fix that so they're likeable characters. Not something bad. Thanks for people supporting me through this too. im very excited to rework these guys for the last time i hope.

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Sneak peak

Chapter 4: The Wind Clan

The boy answered, shocked, "You're crying because the food is warm? You're a bit strange, aren't you?" He watched her with his head tilted to the side. He continued, "Are you a friend of my sister?"

"Yes," Yona replied quickly.

"What about my brother?"

"...Probably."

"What?! Only probably?!" Both Han-Dae and Tae-Woo, who had been quietly standing by, suddenly yelled in unison, having clearly been listening in.

"Enough!" Thalia snapped, her voice rising, startling even herself. "I've had it with you two! Don't you see we have a guest here, and I don't need you shouting so loud for no reason! Set a good example for Tae-Yeon, would you?"

"But you're screaming the loudest here," Han-Dae retorted, an unperturbed smirk on his face.

"Yeah, and aren't we guests too?" Tae-Woo added, pointing between himself and Han-Dae.

Thalia's eye twitched. "Guests are people who eventually leave, you idiots. You two have been 'guests' here for years!"

"That doesn't matter," Han-Dae pressed on, undeterred, a teasing glint in his eye as he looked at Yona. "You're saying Hak is totally out—his feelings are totally one-sid—"

[aleese1111]

hii!! i love the way you write the whc boys so much. can you do something with the eunjang quartet x fem!reader but in a platonic way. like she is there to patch them up and treat them to some food or something after every fight (especially after the last one they had with the union - which she was understandably worried about)

after the storm | eunjang!quartet x fem!reader

summary: after the brutal fight against the union, they show up at her family’s restaurant—bloodied but alive. she worries, she scolds, she patches, she feeds. in between, there's banter, comfort, and something quiet and tender that lingers in the silences.

warnings: [platonic?] canon-typical violence aftermath, light blood/injury description, hurt/comfort .

author's note: this is so wholesome :(( . requests ,,

the familiar scent of frying oil and garlic wafted through the air as she wiped down a table by the window, cloth in one hand, mind far from the rhythms of the restaurant. the neon sign of her family’s fried chicken place buzzed softly behind her, but the usual comfort it brought her felt distant today. she hadn't been able to stop thinking about it—the fight. the one she wasn't supposed to know about, but of course she did. she always did when it came to them.

her hand slowed over the tabletop, worry nesting in her chest. the late afternoon sun spilled golden light through the glass, casting long shadows and warming the wooden floors, but it did little to settle the twist in her stomach. she had checked her phone twice in the last hour, hoping for a message, even just an emoji. nothing.

just as she turned to the next table, she caught a glimpse of movement outside. her breath caught.

the four of them.

yeon sieun, stoic as ever; baku, somehow still smiling even with dried blood on his brow; jung tae, bruised but beaming; and go hyuntak, his arm slung carelessly over sieun’s shoulder, eyes bright with the adrenaline of victory.

she dropped the rag.

"are you serious?!" she half-shouted, half-squeaked, rushing to the front entrance, throwing open the door so fast the bell above it clanged in protest. she stormed outside, arms flying in disbelief.

"what the hell happened to you guys?! look at your faces! jung tae, are you even walking properly?! baku, your lip—! gotak! you're bleeding through your shirt! and sieun—" she stopped at him, heart clenching at the sight of crimson staining his temple. "you too?"

they all looked at her like she was a sight from a better world. baku chuckled, reaching forward to ruffle her hair with a bloodied hand. "missed you too."

she slapped his hand away with a huff, eyes wide with exasperation but soft with relief. "you're all idiots. absolute, complete idiots. come inside before you all faint on the street."

they followed without protest, brushing past the bell once more as she ushered them to the back of the restaurant where it was quieter. her parents peeked in from the kitchen, and she waved quickly. "can you make extra portions? they need food. a lot of it."

"rough day again?" her father asked, already pulling out the pans.

"something like that," she muttered.

she dragged out the first aid kit and moved toward the table where the boys sat—some slouched, some upright, all bruised. gotak was the first she started with, dabbing a cloth gently over his cheek.

"you didn’t even try to block, did you?"

he grinned, his hand naturally resting on her thigh like it always did, no thought to the gesture, and she didn’t mind. "didn’t need to. we won."

"that’s not the point," she said, flicking his forehead.

"ow," he chuckled, his eyes catching hers for just a second longer than usual. her hand lingered a beat longer too, thumb brushing just under his jaw. he didn’t flinch.

she cleared her throat and moved to sieun next. he sat perfectly still, letting her tend to him like he always did. their eyes met—no words exchanged—but he gave the smallest nod. she returned it with a faint smile. he never needed to speak much. he always understood. but something in the way his gaze lingered today made her chest tighten. like he was reading more than he let on.

jung tae winced as she pressed antiseptic onto a scrape on his neck.

"don’t be a baby."

"you’re treating me like one."

"because you are one," she said, patting his cheek. "you’re lucky i don’t swaddle you in bubble wrap."

he flushed, muttering something about being strong as she moved on to baku, who held out his arm with a dramatic sigh.

"you should open a clinic," he teased. "but only for good-looking guys."

she smirked. "so i guess i’ll be closing after today, then."

"ouch. that’s cold."

they bantered easily as she wrapped gauze around his forearm. it was always like this with baku—like talking to a much older friend who still knew how to laugh like a kid. he leaned a bit closer as she tied the final knot in the bandage.

"you’re really good at this, you know?" he said more seriously, his voice low. "you keep everyone stitched up, not just with tape and gauze."

she blinked, taken aback by the sincerity. "you’re just saying that because i’m your free nurse."

"nah. saying it ‘cause it’s true."

food arrived not long after, filling the air with sizzling spices and warmth. plates clinked. drinks poured. for a moment, the chaos of the outside world paused.

gotak’s hand stayed on her thigh as he ate, casual and unthinking, but every so often his pinky tapped against her knee like he wasn’t quite as unaffected as he looked. she leaned slightly into him without thinking. it was just how they were—but tonight, the warmth of him beside her seemed to sink deeper into her skin.

sieun sat across from her, meeting her gaze occasionally with the tiniest of smiles. that was enough. except this time, he didn’t look away as quickly. his eyes lingered. she looked down at her plate, suddenly aware of how warm her ears felt.

jung tae animatedly talked about how he “almost” knocked a guy’s tooth out, while she poked fun at his exaggerated expressions.

"you should’ve seen me! the guy was huge. i mean, hulk huge."

"and you? what, ant-man?" she laughed, nudging his side.

"i’m tall!" he protested.

"you’re adorable."

he groaned, dropping his chopsticks in defeat. "why does everyone call me that?"

"because it’s true," gotak chimed in with a grin, ruffling jung tae’s already messy hair.

and baku, between mouthfuls, reached over to ruffle her hair again.

"you’re good at worrying," he said.

she rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips. "and you’re good at making me do it."

as the night wore on and the plates grew emptier, the energy shifted into something slower, softer. gotak leaned back, his shoulder brushing hers, and she didn’t move away. when she yawned, he tilted his head toward her.

"tired?"

"a little. long day."

"want me to carry you upstairs?" he teased.

she rolled her eyes but laughed. "you’d trip over the first step."

"still worth the offer."

across the table, sieun watched quietly, fingers tapping against his drink. their eyes met again, and for a heartbeat, everything felt still.

it was nothing. probably nothing.

but maybe it wasn’t.

the table bubbled with quiet laughter again. they were beaten, bruised, borderline limping—but they were together.

and that made everything feel okay again.

[perries-things]

Pairings: Geum Seongje x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Everyone knows that Seongje bites, and you are smart enough to know better. But around you, he wags his tail. Told myself to finish this today so that i would have less drafts. •°○

Genre: a complicated relationship

Warning: Violence, language and gangsterism

W/C: 738

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You had always been known for your mind. Reserved, unreadable, brilliant. You preferred the quiet—you liked control. The kind of girl with a spine of a steel. You had a reputation and it made people respect you from afar. So imagine their surprise when someone like you—would choose to date someone like him.

Geum Seongje.

It didn't make any sense, not even to you.

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You just left the school gates, checking your phone again. You had messaged your boyfriend, Seongje, hours ago. Of course, no reply. Usually, he'd answer within minutes. Sometimes seconds.

- 금성제

R (Where are you?) delivered 2hrsago.

You scowled, shoving your phone back into your pocket. Gosh. You then took the shortcut near Ganghak's back wall, like you always did. The alley was narrow, barely lit by the dying sunlight.

Thud

Rhythmic thuds echo against concrete, a chorus of pained groans and the distant laughter of boys. It sounded like fist meeting flesh. You then turned to the corner and saw him, Geum Seongje, mid swing.

Seongje's voice tore through the air, sharp and unfiltered. "You think you're fucking slick? Huh?" Seongje spat, driving his knee onto the boys stomach. "Bet you can't even piss right after this." His gang stood around, watching in silence. He laughed, now dragging the boy by his shirts neckline—slamming him against the wall.

Your boyfriends red school blazer was unbuttoned, exposing the edges of the inked graphic on his long-sleeved shirt underneath. A nasty grin is painted on his face as he slammed his fist into the boys guts again. "Didn't i say i'd fuck you up?" The poor boy could only groan. "God, you look terrible!" Seongje exclaimed, his eyes wild.

"Seongje." You called, voice firm and sharp.

Seongje glanced over his shoulder. He didn't react. Not at first. But you saw it—how his grin twitched wider. "Tch. You're lucky my girls here." He muttered to the boy, slowly stepping back. "Or i would've left your ass breathing through tubes." With that, the boy limped off— you only stood still as he limped past you, clutching his side. And he hardly dared to glance at you.

You met your boyfriends gaze with a blank expression, arms crossing over your chest. "Lucky bastard. I was about to rip his teeth out." Seongje muttered under his breath. His gang now stood a few paces back, laughing. "Oi. Specs," He called out. One of his gang members then tossed him his glasses, and he caught them with ease.

"You done?" You asked, voice laced with irritation. "You really can't go a day without this shit, can you?" He laughed, loud—cocky, and utterly unbothered. You then turned to his 'minions' and jerked your chin. You command, "Go," eyes cold as you looked at them.

Then a voice pipes up with a joke, 'Goodboy, Seongje,' making the others stiffle their laughs.

"What, you guys need a fuckin' map?" You snapped, brows furrowed. Seongje's jaw clenched as he shot them a glare, making them fall silent quickly. "Hey, quit clowning around and listen to the woman." After that, they cleared out. You stepped closer, your arms remaining crossed over your chest.

He only gave you that grin, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket. "Missed me?" You only stared as he lit the cigarette slowly. "You ignoring me?" You asked, voice low. "Shit, my bad. I was going to reply, plus—i was busy beating the fuck outta that bitch." He grinned, dragging the smoke between his teeth.

"C'mon." He playfully says. "You know me, baby. I'm allergic to boredom." You didn't say anything. Only giving him that look—eyebrows raised and eyes flicking briefly to the cigarette like it personally offended you. One he didn't miss. You hated the smell, and he knows that. He noticed.

He paused.

He only held your gaze for a second—then sighed, pulling the cig out with a muttered, "Fuckin' hell, babe." and crushed it between his fingers, flicking it away like trash. You scoffed, walking past him—disgusted. "Whew, that look's a killer," He commented. Then, with that stupid cocky grin, he draped his arm around your shoulders.

"I hate you." You muttered, brushing his arm off. "Oooh," he let out, dragging the sound teasingly. "Fuck, i love it when you get mad." You didn't respond back, just kept walking. Seongje shook his head and chuckled as he trailed after you.

"Hate me all you want, baby. I'm still yours."

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Masterlist + Taglist

[growing-cosmos]

When Life Gives You Tangerines (2025) | Ep. 1

Dir. Kim Won-seok

[yamsdiary]

'Darn Abalone' by Oh Aesun from Class 3-8

[translated by me]

Day after day, abalone, abalone. Even as typhoons rage, it's abalone, abalone. More cherished than her own daughter, still abalone, abalone.

When she dives below, shouldn't she surface soon? Why then does silence stretch, leaving no news? Is it because the abalone hides, refusing to come forth, or because her breath falter, holding her under the sea?

Her dear child’s heart burns with worry as that darn abalone scorches Mother from within.

A hundred hwan earned by selling abalone. I would pay them to buy a single day’s rest for my mother.

My mother, with her aching back, my mother, coughing and weary. If only, for a hundred hwan each day I could let my mother take a rest.

"Then grow up fast. Grow up fast, and give me a hundred hwan every day."

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OH AE SUN, When Life Gives You Tangerines (2025) EP01

[misty-petals]

Revelations: Sieun's sister

Yeon Sieun x Sister! Reader

Importante: Inglês não é minha primeira língua, então, por favor, me perdoe se houver algum erro.

•Esta é minha primeira história, espero que gostem.

Pt.1, Pt.2

Synopsis:An unexpected visit to Eunjang High catches the attention of those who least expected it. Sometimes, a small break from routine is all it takes to spark curiosity.

☀�� Late afternoon at Eunjang High...

The afternoon was muggy, the end of classes was approaching, and the movement in front of Eunjang High School went on as usual: noisy, routine, without any big surprises.

Except for one.

You were standing there, leaning next to the main gate, phone in hand, watching the students come and go. Your eyes, however, kept returning to the exit.

Normally, you weren’t the one coming here. It was Si Eun, your brother, who usually went to your school. But since you had gotten out earlier today, you decided to surprise him. Go to *his* school and wait for him. You were curious to see his reaction.

And you ended up drawing attention.

Across the street, three boys were chatting as they walked. It was Baku who noticed first.

He stopped and nodded with his chin.

— “Are you guys seeing what I’m seeing?”

Jun Tae followed his gaze.

— “There’s a girl standing at the gate.”Go Tak frowned.

— “She’s probably waiting for someone.”

Baku raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

— “First time I see a girl around here. And she doesn’t look lost.”

— “Think she’s waiting for someone from here?” — Jun Tae asked, more surprised than curious.

— “Could be someone’s girlfriend. Or sister.” — Go Tak said thoughtfully.

— “Either way, the guy’s lucky.” — Baku added.

While they commented, Si Eun appeared from the inner courtyard, calmly heading toward the exit. He passed by his friends, as he always did, giving a slight nod. But as soon as he saw you, he slowed his pace.He stopped for a moment. He didn’t look exactly surprised, but...curious. You didn’t show up here for no reason.You raised your hand in a small wave.

— “Si Eun,” — you called, with a serene smile, as if it were something usual.

Ele se aproximou lentamente, examinando discretamente os arredores — alerta, como sempre — antes de parar na sua frente.

— “What happened? Why are you here?”

— “I left class early,” you answered calmly. —“Thought I’d wait for you today.”

Ele olhou para você por um instante, como se tentasse entender sua intenção. Então, naquele tom calmo de sempre:

— “Você não precisava ter vindo.”

— “Nossa... falando assim parece que foi uma coisa ruim eu ter vindo.” — você respondeu com uma risadinha, dando de ombros.

He let out a light sigh and moved to stand beside you.

— “Let’s go.”You started walking together.

Across the street, the three friends were watching the scene, stunned.

— “I’m really seeing this, right?” — Go Tak said, breaking the silence.

— “He knows her,” Jun Tae stated, still visibly surprised.

— “It seems like more than that…” — Baku murmured with a half-smile. — “The way he looked at her…”

Go Tak crossed his arms.

— “Think she’s… his girlfriend?”

Jun Tae’s eyes widened.

— “Si Eun... dating?”

Baku chuckled, shaking his head.

— “Hard to believe, but… who knows.”

— “There’s a first time for everything. Still, Si Eun doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who would date anyone.” — Go Tak added.

☀️ The next day...

It was break time. The four of them were sitting near the court, where the sun hit hard, already announcing the weekend heat.

— “I’m gonna ask.” — Baku said, straight to the point.

Go Tak looked sideways at him.

— “Ask what?”— “About the girl from yesterday.”

He turned to Si Eun.

— “Who was she?”

— “She looked pretty comfortable,” Jun Tae commented. —“Talked to you like it was totally natural.”

Si Eun stared at his phone for a few seconds before answering calmly:

— “Because it is. She’s my sister.”

Silence fell instantly.

Jun Tae blinked, confused.

— “You have a sister?”

— “I do.”

— “What?! You two don’t look anything alike!” — Go Tak exclaimed.

— “She’s still my sister.” — Si Eun replied, in the same calm tone as always.

— “And you never said anything?” — Baku asked, almost offended.

— “There was never a reason.” — he answered simply. —“And no one ever asked.”

Go Tak leaned back on the bench, relaxing.

— “So, not a girlfriend.”There was a brief pause.

— “She seems nice.” — Jun Tae said sincerely.

— “She is.” — Si Eun replied. And for the first time, there was something softer in his tone. Almost unnoticeable, but it was there.

Baku was quiet for a few seconds before asking, with his usual relaxed smile:

— “So... do you think we could get to know her better someday?”

Si Eun looked at him. Not seriously, but attentively.

— “Maybe. But take it easy.”

— “Look, I can’t promise anything.” — Baku replied, in a playful tone.

Si Eun kept looking at him, just as he always did.

Go Tak smiled to the side, shaking his head.

— “Always his way…”

Baku laughed and ruffled Si Eun’s hair.

— “I told you not to mess with my hair.” — he said, staring at Baku.

— “Alright, alright.” — Baku replied, raising his hands in surrender.

📍 Meanwhile, somewhere else...

— "Huh? Why is my ear getting hot?" — you asked, looking in the mirror and seeing that it was not only hot, but also red, as if someone had hit it.

Note: If you've made it this far, thank you very much for reading, I hope you enjoyed it and I apologize again for any mistakes.

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Pairings: Park Hu-min (Baku) x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: As kids, you shared everything—your bond making you both inseparable. Now, years later, you told him that you would be leaving for a study opportunity abroad. You didn't know how much it would affect Baku. ⋆˙⟡

Genre: Mutual pining, childhood bestfriends, slowburn and a bit of Angst.⋆˙⟡

Warning: Language

W/C: 3,868

Authors Note: ⋆˚࿔ heavily inspired from the song 'habits' by Genevieve Stokes. Also, this one is long so bear with me. I love him so much.

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The sun is bright, air is warm, and the playground filled with cheerful laughter. You're eight years old, alone, and you are sitting on one of the swings—and the only thing accompanying you is the stuffed lion you're gripping tightly onto your chest. Just you and your stuffed lion, happy in your quiet, little bubble.

But your bubble popped when a group of loud and rude kids, snatched your stuffed lion right out of your hands away—laughing as they teased you.

You stood up quickly, trying to snatch your stuffed lion back. "Hey, give—it–back!" You shouted, struggling on taking it from their mud -covered hands as they toss your stuffed lion back and forth like it's a game, like it's funny.

They ignored your shouts, tears now swelling up your eyes, helpless and desperate. Another one catches it mid-air when it's tossed again. "Aw, aren't you a little old for stuffed animals? effing loser." The boy says, poking the stuffed lion. He then holds it by it's tail, while the others snicker.

Your lip trembles and you could barely see through the tears that blurred your vision. "Look at her face!" Another says, grinning. "She's crying!" Your throat tightens as you bit your bottom lip, trying to stop your tears from spilling more.

Until someone speaks behind them,

Low. Flat. serious.

"Give it back. Now." Your breath hitched, startled. He's standing behind them with clutched fists—with scrapes on his knees. They pause, turning to him as they stiffle their laughs. At first, the kids didn't take him seriously, but he didn't back down.

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The boy bent down and grabbed your stuffed lion from the ground, then walked back to you, without saying anything—he handed you your lion. "There." He muttered, handing you the stuffed toy.

You take it gently, eyes wide and strained from crying. "...thank you." He shrugs, smiling at you. "They thought they were being funny." You glance down at your stuffed lion, then back up at him. "I'm Y/N.." He nods. "Humin. You–you can call me Baku." Then there's a long awkward pause that stretched between you.

You sat on one of the swings again, then—the swing next to you creaks. He doesn't say anything. Just sits. Looking at the ground and his feet dragging through the dirt.

You both swing in silence. But this time, it's peaceful. Comfortable.

...You're not alone anymore.

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You're both grown now. You both go to different schools but still very much inseparable. Your schedules rarely align but you both make sure that your weekends still included each other. Some things never changed

Like how Baku still walked you home.

You and Baku are walking side by side, just having gotten out of your school. It was a quiet Tuesday, and the streets were almost empty—but something...felt..off. His usual energy is missing and you knew whenever he's thinking deeply about something.

You glanced up at him and playfully nudged his shoulder. "You're awfully quiet today, what's up?" Baku didn't answer immediately. His hands were shoved into his pockets—jaw clenched.

He glanced at you for a second and quickly looked away, shrugging. "It's nothing." He mumbled. You huffed at him. "No, you're not and it's obvious. What happened?" He hesitated on answering your question, but he knew you wouldn't stop asking. "Just..–i got into a fight. Nothing big." Your eyes widened. "You got into a fight? Again?" Baku only scoffed lightly.

"You sure you're okay?" You asked again, softly, gaze still fixed on him. "I'm fine." he muttered, barely meeting your eyes. You could tell that something was on his mind, but instead of pushing it even further, you only let the silence hang over.

For a fleeting second, you reached up and ruffled his hair. “You're still dumb for getting into fights.” you murmured. Baku side-eyed you, finally smirking a little. “Shut up.” “That's more like it." you said, nudging him playfully again. You both kept walking down the empty street, wind soft against your skin.

He let out a quiet sigh—pulling his hands out of his pockets. One dropped to his side. The other brushed lightly against yours. You only glanced at his bruised knuckles.

Then..

Without a word, he took your hand. His rough fingers curled around yours. Warm. Firm.

And you didn't pull away.

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Baku is walking you home again, as usual. This time—with his friends. Well, additional two.

Baku, as loud as ever, walked by your side while his friends trailed behind. Baku teases his friends and laughs at their jokes. Meanwhile, you noticed that one of them didn't really engage with the banter much. Sieun. But he was still very much a part of the group.

He was walking slightly ahead, hands tucked into his jackets pockets, quietly observing everything around him. Maybe he's just like that, you thought. Baku threw an arm around Sieun's shoulders in a brotherly way, making Sieuns lips twitch slightly. One of them teased, Gotak. Like always.

"didn't know you turned into a chauffeur, Baku." He pointed out, shooting a wink at you, teasingly—as if daring Baku to react. Baku instantly stiffened, his arm around Sieun's shoulders dropping—his usual confident demeanor seemed to falter. "Shut up, Gotak." Jun tae let's out a small laugh.

Baku muttered something under his breath, his cheeks tinged with the slightest hint of red. Sieun only smiled a little, looking at Baku like he knows something. You watched all this unfold, a small smile tugging at your lips. Gotak only laughed loudly, clearly enjoying the fact that he had gotten under Baku's skin.

"Gotak, you better stop." You warned, having had enough of Gotak's teasing. Gotak only grinned at Sieun, before turning back to Baku. "We all see it, man." Sieun who had been silent, finally spoke up. "I think you've made your point, Gotak."

You and Baku shared looks—he, embarassed, and you, trying to stop yourself from smiling.

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As you reached the turnoff to your street, you stopped to say goodbye.

Sieun and juntae, turned to you with a small nod. "Take care." They both say at the same time. "See you tommorow." Gotak chimed in, giving you a teasing wink, as he playfully jabs Baku.

You smiled at them, waving them bye. "Thanks for walking me home."

.....

"So, Baku." Gotak began, nudging him again. "Don't act like you aren't in love with her. C'mon, admit it." Baku shot Gotak an annoyed look, irritation evident on his face. "Cut it out, man." He grumbled. Gotak leaned even closer to Baku, giving him a teasing whisper. "Admit it, you're in love." Baku's frown deepened. "Whatever, Gotak. You're an idiot."

What a dumb thing to say. He thought.

But then—

When you looked back at him before you turned the corner of your street , the way your smile lingered—soft and beautiful

it stuck with him.

.......Was it that obvious?

As you walk down the street, you couldn't help but think of Gotak's teasing. Sure, Gotak had always been like that—loud, a tease, and never missing a beat when it came to shit like that. And usually, you'd laugh it off. But for some reason, today felt different. And that's when it sank in.

It lingered. It echoed. Your cheeks burned, and you find yourself walking a little faster. You tried to shrug it off, but the truth was—Gotak's teasing didn't feel like a joke to you. And that alone scares you.

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You both still spent your spare time strolling aimlessly through the neighborhood, both of your fingers brushing occasionally and neither of you would move away.

He still carried your bag when you whined how heavy and lazy you were to carry it, and him grumbling under his breath, acting like he's annoyed, like it was a hassle. Even though he didn't really care.

Or how he stood a little too close to you, whenever you talked, or just wanting to be near you. And how he still looked at you like you were just you.

You started catching yourself wondering things—things you never thought of before. Nothing had changed—except everything had.

Because the truth was, he still felt familliar. But now, that familliarity made your chest tighten. You still felt comforted—with him.

But you also felt like—that maybe, just maybe....you were starting to fall, for him, slowly.

You weren't sure if he'd ever feel the same.

Maybe he was just being Baku—your best friend. But there's that quiet ache of wanting something more.

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Your laughter was loud and rang out as Baku challenged you on the jungle gym, the both of you breathless, sweaty, and beaming.

You were both barefoot in the sand, giggling as baku chased you around the slide.

"You're too slow!" You called, glancing over your shoulder. "Oh yeah?" He grinned, speeding up.

You shrieked, trying to scramble and climb up the slide the wrong way, but he caught your leg and tugged you back down with a huff. You both fell, giggling.

"Baku, not fair!" You pouted, crossing your arms. "Fair enough for me." He said, smugly—sand clinging onto him. Every now and then, his gaze would drift your way—like he couldn't help it.

Even as kids, Baku seemed to l(ove)ike you in a way he didn't fully know how to say.

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"Ya sure that's coffee?" He asked, jokingly, watching you stir whipped cream into your cup. You narrowed your eyes at him. "Let me enjoy things. Please." He leaned back, gaze still on you. "I am." He muttered.

It was a normal day. No occasion, no special reason. You only messaged him that morning, asking if he was free. And like always, he was.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" You asked, sipping. He shrugged, and responds after a second too long. "Didn't say i was." Eyes flicking to the window.

You smiled, more to yourself than to him.

And he was doing the same too.

After lingering over your drinks, neither of you wanted to part ways yet. So you both aimlessly walked the streets, side by side, talking about everything and nothing—until the clouds above cracked without warning. Instead of running for cover like sane people, you both just stood there as rain poured down.

Baku just looked up, then at you. You were already laughing softly to yourself, your hair already clinging onto your skin. You just ran ahead, letting the rain soak your clothes. He only watched you for a while—and then he followed, laughing. His shoes slipping slightly on the slick concrete.

Suddenly you both were chasing each other like kids again while being soaked to the bone.

He only watched you. Watched your face glowing under the gray sky, and how the rain made your skin glisten. Your eyes caught his for a brief moment, but you quickly looked away, heart pounding like a wild drum. When you looked back, his eyes had already flicked away.

Both of you silently admired each other in the rain, just missing the moment when your eyes would meet.

Your laughter and his mixed with the rain's rhythm, and for a moment the world felt light, like the way it did when you both were still kids. And the two of you only played like idiots in love.

Idiots

In love.

Quiet about it.

That's what it looked like.

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the usual comfort of the season—its warmth, its freedom—felt muted. Your parents sat across from you at the dining table. You only played with your food, having losing your appetite already.

"We'll be staying there, permanently." You father said, his tone firm, even, and decisive. "We've already finalized the enrollment. Everythings set, Y/N."

Permanently?

Permanently.

"But...i—you mean i—we.. won't be coming back?" You asked, voice small and weak. Your mother reached for your hand across the table. "I know it's sudden. But it's a big change, sweetheart. We—we really think this is the best path for you. More opportunities."

They spoke with certainty. You're leaving. For good.

What about my life here?

What about him?

Your mother squeezed your hand. "Don't worry, we'll make the most of the summer here before we go." But before was only a few weeks away, and after would stretch out like forever.

Everything. Everyone here—would keep moving without you.

"That's why we're telling you now. So that you can have time—to say goodbye."

"We want you to continue your studies in America. You'd finish high school there—get into a better college, something more prestigious."

"Do you even care about what i want? Or is this all about you think what's best for me?" Your voice cracked, but you pushed on. "I've lived here my whole life. I have friends here—Baku is here. How could you just decide for me like this?"

"I—i can't." You say, voice trembling. "I don't want to leave. I don't want to go to America."

You stood up from the table, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. "I'm not ready. I haven't even had time to think about this." Your mother only frowned.

"Y/N, we understand that this isn't easy, but we're only doing this—"

"I need some space." You muttered, turning to leave—your thoughts running wild.

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Baku sat next to you, one arm slung over the backrest. He looked relaxed, eyes half-lidden as he watched a group of kids chasing each other. You just looked at him. Quietly. Your hands rested on your lap, fingers nervously fidgeting with each other. He didn't notice, or maybe he did, and chose not to say anything.

You wanted to tell him, you had to. But how?

How do i tell him that this is our last summer together?

He turned towards you, just a little. "What?" He asked, catching you staring. You blinked. Feeling your heart jump. "What?" You respond back, looking away too quickly. "Just..thinking..nm."

Your fingers were now fidgeting the hem of your blouse, eyes trailing over to him again. The words only clung on your throat. They never made it past your lips. He didn't looked convinced at all. "You're being weird again." He said, voice light, teasing. "Finally realizing that i'm much cooler than you?"

You managed to smile, but it barely lasted. "I've always been more cooler than you." You muttered, nudging him with your elbow. Baku leaned in closer, grinning. "Liar. You've been zoning out since we got here. What's inside that pretty little head of yours, mhm?" You rolled your eyes at him. "It's nothing—i'm serious." But he still didn't buy it. Still, he didn't push it. Not wanting to rile you up.

"Fine." He said after a beat. You tried to laugh—quietly. But your heart stayed heavy, and you're only thinking about how'd you'd be gone so soon.

And he had no idea.

Your eyes only lingered on him—on the little things.

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The skies color had deepened by the time you both decided to head home and the air smelled faintly of warm pavement. You walked beside him, hands holding together, shoulders brushing every now and then—the silence between you heavy.

Your steps slowed as the turn to your street approached—the one you always took, the one he always stopped at. Your heart was racing now, pulsing in your throat. How the fuck do i tell him.

"Hey, what is it?" His voice was softer this time. You opened your mouth. Then closed it. He nudged your shoulder. "Y/N. Seriously. You're scaring me a little."

You looked at him. Really looked this time. And then softly—you finally said it.

"I'm leaving."

Baku blinked, mild surprise evident on his features. "What?" Your voice was shaking, your gaze faltering. "M-my parents want me to continue high school abroad. And—i'll be gone..for good." For a moment, neither of you moved.

His fingers curled in his pockets as he stood there—jaw tight and stared at the ground for who knows how long. And finally, his voice—hoarse, low. "When?" You couldn't look at him. "..the third week, wednesday." And then, so quietly. "That sucks." Slipped past his lips.

it was the only thing he could manage to say. You laughed nervously—talking just to fill the silence. "Baku." You paused. "I—i mean, it's not like i want to! But my parents think it's for the best—a-and i get it, really, y'know–great opportunities and all and i just—" You stopped, but the panic made your mouth keep moving.

"Earlier, i-i was scared to tell you, to be honest. Scare'd you'd be mad—"

"Y/N." Baku muttered, stopping you from talking more—his voice tight. You froze. "Alright."

And just like that—he turned. Alright. Alright!? No glance back, no words left behind.

"What?"

"Baku—baku wait!"

You instinctively reached out—fingers just barely brushing—but you froze. You stood there, frozen. The weight of everything you didn't get to say pressing hard on your chest. Your hands hung limp by your sides, trembling. Your throat already aching from holding it all in.

The tears then came quietly, and you pressed the back of your hand to your mouth, hoping that it might muffle it. A bitter laugh then escaped from your lips, quiet and shaky. You found it ridiculous—that he just left.

It didn't make any sense.

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You looked back out of the empty park, swaying your legs as you chewed the last bit of your candy. "We're gonna stay as bestfriends forever, right?"

He looked at you, not expecting the question you had asked. But he had always known the answer. "...Yeah. Forever." And for a moment, the world felt small—just you and him, and that promise hanging in the air.

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Your legs gave out just beside your bed, knees hitting the floor as the tears came even more faster—uglier and messier. He didn't even looked back, and you even hated how the silence in your room was suffocating.

Days passed

And then more.

You hadn't seen him—and it felt strange. Unsettling. Like something had shifted and you weren't sure how to fix it. You'd look at the old photos and videos of you both and scroll past your chats—thumb hovering over the send button, typing something out just to delete it again.

The passing days felt like torture.

You sat on the corner of your bed, hands clenched tighter around your phone than you cared to admit. No message, no call. Not even a stupid meme like he sometimes sent when didn't know what to say.

Nothing.

You pulled your knees up to your chest, resting your chin on them, your brows burrowed deep in thought. You let out a sharp breath, laughing under it. "He really just walked off like that." And it pissed you off the most. Pissed off at him. But damn it, if you didn't still check your phone every five minutes like some lovesick idiot. Fuck him. Fuck him. Fuck him. Fuck hi—

PING

Your eyes widened.

You sat up straighter.

No way. Right?

And the second his name lit up your screen, you opened the chat without thinking.

박후민

[Baku] : i didn't mean to walk of like that.

[Baku]: can we talk?

You stared at the message for a long while, your hands trembling slightly as you typed back, unsure if you were ready to face him without breaking.

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You sat on the swing, the same swing you'd always claim was yours back then. The metal creaked faintly, from your feet dragging patterns in the dirt. Baku sat on the swing beside you—quiet. For a while, neither of you spoke. The silence was heavy.

Finally, he said. "I kept coming here." You glanced at him, surprised. "I just sat here." He continued, voice quiet. Baku exhaled shakily, then turned his head towards you. "That day i walked off— i didn't know what to say..i—" he paused. "I didn't know what i was feeling. And i'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Your hands tightened on the swings chains, his voice now trembling slightly. "I didn't think i'd care this much." He said. "But i do. I have. For a long—long time." A silence stretched between you, and he let out a shaky laugh. “But it’s not.. It’s not going away. And now you’re… leaving for good.”

You opened your mouth, but he held up a hand. "Let me finish. Please."

"Fightings easier." He joked. "Punches make sense. But this—you—never did. You became the only thing that made this shitty world bearable. I know it's selfish. I know i should be happy for you. But it feels like i'm being ripped in half."

"You're my bestfriend. You've always been. Since the first time i saw you cry over that stupid fucking fluffed toy in the park—i've been by your side. Always." You shook your head, and your throat was tight.

"I don't know how to say this–i've never been good with words. But i need you to know that it hurts." He says, voice cracking. "It hurts so fucking bad."

He looks at you again, eyes glassy. "I didn't want to mess things up. I—i didn't think i deserved to say anything. I'm—not ready to not see you around anymore." You stay silent, watching him wrestle with words he's never said out loud.

"I thought—maybe one day, i'd tell you. When i had the guts. When i figured it out." He turns to face you, again. His eyes are a little red—not crying but close. "But i don't want you to go without knowing. And then, out of nowhere, you—drop this on me. That you're leaving. And i don't even know if i'm allowed to be upset." Baku ran a hand through his hair, his frustration now palpable.

"I'm not okay—i'm not okay with this. So here it is, in case you haven't realized it out yet—"

He hesitates.

Then, softer than you've ever heard from him..

"I love you so goddamn much. I just never knew how to say it without losing you." Your heart lurches. And just like that, the moment shifts. You stood up slowly, the swing creaking behind you as it drifted back without your weight. He looked up at you—confused. He stood up too, like his body couldn't help but respond to yours.

"Y/N."

You took one step. Then another. And you reached out.

Your trembling hands rose gently to his warm cheeks, and his breath hitched the moment your palms met his skin.

And then, without a word—you kissed him.

Soft and still.

When you finally pulled away, his eyes opened slowly—wide and stunned.

"Okay." He whispered, his hands hovering at your sides, unsure wether to move or stay frozen.

You smiled, thumb brushing his cheek. "Okay."

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There was something about her quietness that made his chest tighten. He noticed the stuffed lion tucked under her arm, the one she fought so hard to get back. It was a bit worn out but it seemed like the most important thing in her world. For a moment, Baku found himself just staring at her.

She's different, he thought.

He turned his gaze away quickly, suddenly aware of how his heart was pounding. What the hell was this? Something about her was different. How he felt different.

And he had no idea why.

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End ⋆˚

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