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WEAK HERO X THE INTERNET [PT2/?]

[bvbydriver]

silent treatment

pairing go hyuntak x f!reader

summary you and hyuntak argue over his lack of communication, leading to you giving him the silent treatment.

warnings angst, fluff, smut (mdni!), oral m!receiving, riding, unprotected sex

word count 2k

“Why can’t you ever communicate properly?” you asked. “I mean, it’s always this. You never ever communicate with me, and it always ends up with us arguing. I’m sick of it.”

“What do you want me to do?” Hyuntak replied.

The two of you stood in the kitchen, arguing back and forth about Hyuntak’s lack of communication and tardiness. 

“I want you to at least communicate with me. You’re always coming home late, you barely ever answer my texts anymore, and I hate it,” you said, trying not to raise your voice.

“I’m sorry, I know I’ve been slipping up. I’ve just been hanging out playing basketball with Baku, and spending time with Sieun and Juntae. I lose track of time so fast. You know I don’t mean it.”

“Actions speak louder than words, and you clearly prioritize hanging out with your friends more than your girlfriend.”

“Y/n…” 

“I have no issue with you wanting to hang out with your friends, but when it gets to the point where you can’t even communicate properly with me, then it bothers me.”

Hyuntak reached out to grab your hands, trying his best to console and reassure you. You could feel the tears forming in your eyes, ready to pour out. 

“Don’t touch me,” you spoke harshly, letting go of his hands in an even harsher manner. “Don’t even talk to me.”

Before you could let the tears make their way out of your eyes, you rushed to your bedroom, slamming the door behind you. You could hear Hyuntak sighing and calling out your name again. And before you knew it, the tears streamed down your face, wetting the sleeves of your shirt, leaving tear stains. In your 6 months of dating, you hadn’t argued with Hyuntak like this. Not to the point where you were crying and pushing Hyuntak away when you needed him the most. When he needed you the most. Were you being too harsh?

—

Hyuntak had planned to sleep over at your house tonight, and you two had been planning this sleepover for a while. You anticipated it for quite a while, as it was your first sleepover in a long time. But you didn’t think you’d end up here. Raising your voice at Hyuntak and pushing him away. 

It had been about an hour since you last talked to Hyuntak. Deciding to get ready for bed, you left your room to wash up in the bathroom, where you saw Hyuntak sitting at the dining table. You could tell he was overthinking and nervous by his body language. 

“Y/n, I’m sorry,” he said while standing up immediately. 

You didn’t respond. Instead, you went to the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face. Your silent treatment towards him wasn’t intentional, but you couldn’t bear to even say a word out of fear that you would only break down in front of him. And when you came out, he was still there, nervously thinking about what he should say.

“Are you really not going to talk to me?” 

Your back was turned to him. No response.

“Can I at least still stay over?”

You stopped in your tracks. Of course, you wanted him to stay over. You wanted to lie with him, arms around each other, laughing and eventually falling asleep together. You wanted to feel his touch so bad. But you couldn’t bring yourself to form a response, no matter how badly you wanted to say yes. No matter how badly you wanted to turn around and hug him, apologizing for your jarring words that stabbed him like a knife to his heart. You nodded slightly, hoping he would notice, but not making it obvious before returning back to your room. You left the door slightly ajar as an invitation for him, that maybe, just maybe, he’d come climbing next to you. And he did. 

—

The lights were off, and it was dark. You had been lying in bed for what felt like an eternity, in hopes of Hyuntak coming to sleep next to you. That was when you heard the sound of Hyuntak shuffling, opening the door ever so slightly, setting his bag down. You didn’t dare to look in his direction. You could hear him changing and going to wash up before coming back and closing the door. He stood on his side of the bed, hesitating whether he should sleep next to you or leave like he had originally planned. He climbed under the covers, next to you, leaving a gap. And for the next half hour, you were as still as a rock, and so was he. You didn’t dare to move a muscle, pretending to be asleep. You wanted to reach over, to feel him, to make sure that he was okay.

But you couldn’t handle this uncomfortable tension anymore. You turned around, closing the gap between the two of you, and hugged him gently from behind, wrapping your arm around him. You stayed like this for a minute, afraid he had fallen asleep due to his lack of movement. But eventually, you felt him grab your hand, rubbing his thumb along yours. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t’ve lashed out earlier,” you whispered into his neck, feeling the tears form once again. 

“It’s okay, baby,” he replied. “I’m sorry for not communicating and leaving you worried all the time. It won’t happen anymore, I promise.”

Your tears started wetting the back of his shirt, a wave of guilt washing over you. Hyuntak turned around to face you.

“Don’t cry,” he said, wiping your tears.

“I didn’t mean to say that earlier. Of course, I want you to talk to me. Of course, I want you to touch me and hold me,” you said between tears.

“I know, and it was so hard leaving you alone. But I know you didn’t mean it.”

He held your face, brushing the strands of hair behind your ear, smiling at you. He leaned in to kiss you, your lips melting into his. He was your missing puzzle piece. What would you ever do without him? 

Pulling away, you smiled at him, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

—

It was morning, and you always slept better with Hyuntak by your side. 

“Hi,” you whispered, peeking one eye open at him.

“Hello, my wonderful girlfriend,” he said, smiling at you. “Did you sleep okay?”

“I sleep like a baby with you.”

“That’s good. Maybe I should sleep over more.”

“Please do.”

The two of you laid in bed for a while, laughing and talking, before you had an idea. An idea you always knew you’d lose to. Tickling him, knowing he wasn’t ticklish at all. 

“Hyuntak…” you said.

“Hmmm?”

Your hands trailed up to his, your hands prodding the typical tickle spots. He didn’t move a single bit.

“How many times are you gonna try and tickle me? It never works.”

“But it’s so fun!”

You continued with your fun, sitting up right this time, continuing to tickle him. 

“Thanks for the massage, it feels nice.”

“Hey!” you said, this time trying to tickle him more aggressively.

“It’s not working,” he says, crossing his arms behind his head.

Continuing to tickle him, you straddled his hips, holding a better position.

“Whatever,” you said jokingly, stopping your teasing.

His hands were on your waist now, hands inching their way under the hem of your tank top. 

“Hyuntak…” you said lowly, looking down at him.

You placed your hands on his, guiding his hands under your top, sitting right under your breasts. You let his hands trail up even more, letting his hands grab them. He started playing with your breasts, squeezing them under his palms, moving to your nipples. You threw your head back and let out a soft moan. Letting go of his hands, you took off your shirt, exposing your chest completely.

“Fuck,” he whispered, continuing to play with your nipples. “You’re so beautiful.”

“D-Don’t stop,” you moaned. 

“Yeah? Does it feel good?”

You only nodded, unable to form words under his touch. You could feel him getting hard under you, and slowly you moved your hips, grinding against him. 

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he breathed out, admiring you.

You continued to move yourself on top of him, feeling yourself getting wet, your panties soaked. It was only then when Hyuntak got up to sit upright, back against the headboard with you in his lap still. Helping him take off his shirt, you got off his lap to help him take off his pants, his hard cock springing out from under. He guided your hands to his member, stroking in the familiar up and down motion. You continued pleasing him, Hyuntak letting out low groans from your movement. 

Still jerking him, you lowered your head to his cock, licking the tip, before taking him all in your mouth. 

“You’re so good,” he groaned out, grabbing your hair and pushing your head down further. 

You continued to take all of him in, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

“You’re gonna make me come if you keep doing this, y/n.” 

Pushing yourself off his cock, you leaned in to kiss him, your lips trailing down to his jaw, leaving kisses down to his neck.

“I want you to fuck me, please,” you practically whined in his ear.

Pulling away, you took off your shorts and underwear, the both of you now completely naked. Hyuntak praised and worshipped your body like a temple. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Your core was burning with heat and you needed him inside of you. You straddled him once again, this time, skin to skin and not a single sheet of fabric separating the two of you. You lined yourself up with his cock, sinking down, whimpering in pleasure. 

“You’re so tight,” he moaned against your ear. 

You moved your hips in a circular motion against him, grabbing his shoulders for support and arching your back out of pleasure. You started moving up and down, bouncing on his cock, Hyuntak grabbing a mouthful of your breasts, sucking and licking your nipples. He continued playing with the other one in his hand, while you still bounced up and down on his cock. 

“I-I’m gonna come,” he moaned against your chest.

“Come for me, baby,” you replied, grabbing his biceps. 

You felt him loosen up under you, body twitching as he released himself into you, groaning and whimpering against your skin. You could feel your orgasm coming soon and your body turned to jelly as you reached your high. 

“I’m close,” you said.

Hyuntak moved his hands to your hips, helping you reach your orgasm by moving your hips with him. You threw your head back, moaning with gratification as you reached your peak. 

“There you go, baby,” he said, talking you through your high. 

Dropping next to him on the bed, you shyly covered yourself with the comforter, feeling your face creep up with heat. Even though Hyuntak had seen you like this multiple times prior, you still felt shy and vulnerable in front of him even after all these months. 

“Are you being shy?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbow next to you.

You responded by pulling the covers up over your face, pulling them down only slightly to take a peek at Hyuntak’s face.

“Oh, so now you’re giving me the silent treatment. Again.”

“No!” you giggled, pulling the comforter off your face and cuddling against him. 

“That’s what I thought.”

a/n Omg this was my First time writing smut LMAOLKDJHdb

[thatstrangegiiirrlll]

Weak hero Headcanon

How they act when they have a crush

Yeon Sieun

Sieun is extremely prioritized, his studies are everything. He didn’t ask for friends, but now that he has them, he clearly will do anything to protect them, even when he tries to separate himself and be alone again — It never works out. So someone like him developing a crush would make that person a very special person if they catch his eye. He’d observe quietly, admiring them. He’d do subtle things like help them with class work when he notices them struggling. Whether he makes a move or not would be somewhat difficult to know for sure. But his approach would be slow and steady either way, taking small points out of the day to interact with them.

Ahn Suho

As an extremely protective, confident, and masculine guy, Suho would be the exact same with a crush. He’s tough, but he’s truly a big softie. When it comes to a crush, he’ll roll out the red carpet for them, holding the door open, making them laugh, complimenting them. Suho is the type that will approach a person he’s interested in with confidence that can’t help but win them over. He just oozes charisma that can’t be touched.

Oh Beom-seok

When Beomseok has a crush, he acts distant and somewhat uninterested because he doesn’t know how to navigate his emotions. When interacting with his person of interest, he’d be fidgety and awkward. Beomseok would put them on a pedestal, making it even harder for him to see that they’re just human as well and to shoot his shot. He’d get caught staring at them with adoration and immediately look away in fear of rejection. The chances of him confessing how he feels are slim to none. He’d most likely just remain in his head about it.

Park Humin

Humin is a lot like Suho, but slightly goofier. He’ll do his best to make his crush laugh, knowing that his humor and positive energy is what helps win someone over. He’s not a pretty boy, he’s a tough, manly guy that happens to be a big, cuddly teddy bear. When coming up to his crush, he’ll crack a joke, compliment their outfit, and tell them how beautiful their smile is. Humin’s boldness will definitely win them over.

Seo Juntae

Juntae is very meek and timid, but when he has a crush he follows them around like a lost puppy. He does cute things like write them love notes and bring them their favorite snacks. When they’re down, he always encourages them, even when he doesn’t know the right words to say. He always knows how to bring light into a dark situation. His bright attitude and adorableness will make anyone fold.

Go Hyeontak

Gotak is relatively laid back and nonchalant when he has a crush on someone. Not in an uninterested way, but in a way that shows he’ll be fine whether his crush likes him back or not. He’s not scared of rejection. Every so often, he’ll show off some of his taekwondo moves to impress them, even going as far as to teach them a few moves. He’s playful and relaxed with his crush. They’d love that he’s a breath of fresh air that isn’t easily intimidated.

A/N: I’m not gonna lie, I’m lowkey biased. Sieun is my favorite character out of them. And I had some struggles with Beomseok 😩😩 his character pisses me off so bad, but I know some people would still appreciate his appearance every now and again — despite my seething resentment ಠ_ಠ

~ Also I’ll be opening my requests up next week I’m excited to see what ideas you guys have for me.

— Ash <3

[almostwisegalaxy]

The forbidden in his eyes

Go hyun-tak x Sieun Sister!reader

Part 2 of UP to two Read this first I beg you

The reader has a shy character in this story

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Initially, Si-eun wasn't wary.

Hyun-tak was always the quiet one, but he saw everything. A quiet rock. He never took the lead unless necessary, and yet, he was always there when needed. That was his strength. And it was surely what had reassured Y/N, even if she didn't say it.

It was gradual.

The first time was a quick trip to the local park. A break between classes, a desire for fresh air. Humin had yelled at pigeons, Juntae had gotten lost in his own thoughts as usual, and Si-eun had seen, in the distance, Y/N sitting on a bench. And Hyun-tak… standing next to her, offering her an ice cream. She had smiled. He had looked away.

No one said anything. But Si-eun felt it.

That something, there. Slight but very real. An invisible thread between the two of them.

It intensified over the weeks.

Y/N, usually reluctant to stay in overly noisy groups, more often agreed to join them. But not for them. For him.

"Is Gogo coming?" she would sometimes ask, in a detached tone that was anything but innocent.

The first time she called him that, "Gogo," everyone burst out laughing. Except Hyun-tak, who turned beet red.

"Why do you call him that?" Humin grumbled.

"I don't know. Gotak, it's ugly. Gogo, it's softer."

And as if it were obvious, it stuck. Gogo this, Gogo that.

Even Juntae smiled, with his enigmatic look. But Si-eun frowned. He didn't say anything that day. He just watched Hyun-tak out of the corner of his eye.

Y/N was tactile. That wasn't new.

She'd cling to his arm when they walked together. She'd rest her head on his shoulder on the subway when she was tired. She'd take Si-eun's hand without warning, like when she was little. And yet… it wasn't the same with Hyun-tak.

It was never her who changed. It was him.

Every time she placed her hand on his shoulder, Hyun-tak became stiffer. Every time she laughed at one of his jokes—and only his—he would pinch his lips to keep from smiling too broadly. And most of all… he'd blush. Like a living blush. guy...

Every single time.

And Y/N? She saw nothing.

She continued to talk, to laugh, to tug on his sleeve, to complain about her homework, to thank him for a snack, to sit just a little too close.

But it was always him who looked away. Who pretended. Who whispered to himself: You don't have the right.

Hyun-tak knew.

He kept telling himself it was stupid. That it was temporary. That she was fifteen, and he was seventeen. It wasn't much, maybe. But in his head, it was a barrier. A forbidden line. He told himself he wasn't good enough for her.

Not smart enough. Not strong enough. Too used to solving problems with his fists. Too awkward with words.

And yet, he couldn't help but stay. To be there. To reach out when she stumbled. To give her his jacket when she was cold. To send her a message at night when he knew she'd had a bad day.

She didn't always reply.

But when she did, it was with these simple little words:

- Thanks, Gogo.

- You save my day.

And he would sit on his bed, phone on his chest, eyes closed, his heart a little too heavy.

He didn't have the right.

But he didn't want to distance himself either.

One afternoon, they found themselves alone, without the others. Y/N had invited him, almost without thinking.

"Can you help me study for math? Oppa's not here, and I hate equations."

He hesitated. Just for a second. Then he accepted.

At her place, it was quiet. Clean. A little messy too. Books, folded clothes, snacks hidden in a corner of the desk. She was comfortable. He, less so.

She had put on an oversized sweater. Did it belong to him? He preferred not to ask.

She sat on the floor, legs crossed, the textbook open in front of her.

"Explain this to me," she said, pointing to a problem.

He knelt beside her, tried to explain.

She understood quickly. And smiled.

"You're really not dumb, Gogo."

"You're better than you think you are."

"You're cute when you say that like it's nothing."

He looked at her. A little too long.

She didn't even notice.

That evening, Si-eun came home early.

He found them both in the living room, bent over a notebook. Nothing suspicious. Just… too close. Too fluid. Too natural.

Y/N looked up and said, cheerfully:

"Oppa, Gogo saved me from despair!"

Hyun-tak stood up, nervously, hands in his pockets.

"I'm going to go."

He avoided Si-eun's gaze. Y/N, meanwhile, continued to put her things away as if nothing had happened.

But Si-eun felt his stomach clench.

It wasn't that he didn't like Hyun-tak.

It might even have been the opposite.

He was the most reliable of them all. The one who fought without hesitation to protect others. Who had never betrayed, never lied, never fled. When they were in trouble, he was the one who stood firm without thinking. He was loyal, upright, courageous.

But Si-eun was struggling.

Too much.

To see him look at Y/N like that.

With that mixture of silent admiration, contained tenderness, and guilt. Si-eun saw it. He read it in his gestures, in his silences.

That look… it didn't belong to a mere friend.

But he said nothing.

Not yet.

***

A few days later, it was a rainy day.

Y/N had missed her bus. She had called Hyun-tak. Not her brother. Him.

He had run to her stop, found her soaked, shivering. She had tried to joke.

"You're allowed to tell me I'm an idiot, go ahead."

He removed his jacket without answering and placed it over her shoulders. Then, simply:

"I can't leave you like this."

They walked slowly, under an umbrella that was too small. She laughed. He blushed. And in that fine rain, he had wanted to take her hand.

But he didn't.

He didn't have the right.

Si-eun watched them from afar.

He still said nothing.

But his fists sometimes clenched, for no reason. His gaze became harder. Not towards Hyun-tak. Nor towards Y/N. Just… towards this reality he couldn't control.

He wanted to protect her. Like before. Like always.

But he also knew… that he couldn't keep her away from the world. Not forever.

And most of all, that she would choose him herself.

Even if she didn't realize it.

Even if "Gogo" remained a silly nickname in the eyes of others.

For her, he had become a landmark.

And that…

that scared Si-eun more than anything.

---

POV Hyun-tak

He should have backed away long ago.

He knew it.

He had known it the first time she ran to him with that smile too big for her still-round cheeks, when she grabbed his arm without asking permission, when she called him Gogo as if it were normal.

No one called him that. No one dared.

But she did. Without thinking. Without barriers.

And he said nothing.

He should have pushed her away, acted distant. He didn't. Because he was weak. Because in this world of chaos, blows, pain, and silence, she was light.

Not a blinding light.

A gentle flame.

Something rare. Fragile. Terribly alive.

Y/N was tactile. She always had been. She clung to the people she loved. She tugged on sleeves, tapped arms, leaned back without warning, slipped her fingers into his without realizing. And with him, it was worse.

He had tried everything to convince himself it meant nothing. That he could handle it. That he could be the one who stayed, solid, unmoving. But sometimes, when she laughed, gently hitting his shoulder, when she clung to his bag, he wanted to scream.

Scream at himself.

Because he felt too much. And she, nothing.

Not like him.

She was at an age where you live through others. Where you heal through those you think you understand. She didn't see his glances, his silences, his trembling. She didn't feel the tension in his arm when she unexpectedly hugged him. She didn't see the fire burning in his chest when she half-fell asleep on his shoulder during bus rides.

She was just herself. Spontaneous. Carefree. Without malice.

And he…

He was drowning.

He suspected Si-eun had noticed.

He wasn't blind.

He felt his gaze linger longer, heavier, when Y/N shamelessly clung to him. He saw his jaw clench, his fists tighten. He recognized that tension in his eyes, that fine blade of worry beneath his voice.

But that day, it was no longer suspicion. It was fire.

They were alone. In front of the high school. The others had left. Y/N too.

Si-eun had called him in a calm tone. Too calm. He knew that tone. It was the calm before the storm. The one used when words become more powerful than shouts.

"We need to talk."

Hyun-tak said nothing. He nodded.

They stopped at the corner of a building, by the wall, where no one lingered at that hour. It was grey. The cold wind whipped their faces.

And then Si-eun spoke. Straight into his eyes.

"You're going to stay away from her."

A blade.

Simple.

Cold.

Hyun-tak didn't flinch. But his heart skipped a beat.

"Did you hear me?"

"I heard you."

"So?"

"I… I understand."

A terrible silence.

But Si-eun didn't let up.

"Do you think I hate you?"

Hyun-tak clenched his teeth. His gaze trembled.

"No."

"Do you think I take you for a jerk?"

"No."

"Then why haven't you moved? Why do you let her cling to you? Why do you look at her like that?!"

The voice rose. And the blow landed—not a fist. Just a mental slap. A sharp word.

Hyun-tak opened his mouth. Then closed it. He felt tiny. Ridiculous. Ashamed.

But he had to speak.

"Because I love her."

The word was uttered. Slowly. Like a secret being buried. A pain being bled.

Si-eun took a step back. Not shocked. Not surprised. Just… broken.

"You love her?"

"I know I don't have the right."

"You love her?!" Si-eun repeated, his voice broken this time.

Hyun-tak felt his breath shorten.

"I love her like you love what you've never had. Like a fixed point in an unstable life. I love her because she smiles like she's never suffered. Because she still sees beauty in ugly things. Because she truly laughs. And because, when she touches me, I feel like I exist."

A silence fell.

Hyun-tak wiped away a tear before it fell.

"But I won't do anything. I swear. I never have. I never will. I'm not that kind of guy. I already hate myself enough."

Si-eun lowered his head.

And then, in a whisper:

"I respect you, Hyun-tak. You're my friend. You've saved me more than once. I'd trust you with my life. But my sister…"

He looked up.

"My sister isn't just someone. She's all I have. She's the only person I've ever wanted to protect, before myself. Before everything. You were there when she was broken. You saw her in pieces. You saw how she put herself back together. And you're important in that too. But now…"

He paused.

"Now you have to choose. Either you keep making her smile, in silence, from a distance. Or you leave."

Hyun-tak didn't answer immediately.

He felt his heart screaming. His throat was dry. His eyes burned.

But he nodded.

"I'll keep my distance."

It was a lie. Not about the action—he would do it. But about the pain. He knew he would stay. That he would burn in silence. That he would live beside her, without ever having her. That every time she touched him, he would turn away. Every time she spoke too close, he would step back. That he would become a wall.

And it would hurt.

But he would do it.

For her.

For Si-eun.

For himself.

Because sometimes, loving means staying away.

That evening, he went home, alone. He locked the door. He sat on the floor, back against the wall.

He buried his head in his arms. And he cried. Silently.

No sobs. Just tears. Burning. Relentless. Uncontrollable.

Because sometimes, the heart doesn't understand that what it wants, it cannot have.

And that even sincere, tender, honest love…

… can hurt.

And be forbidden.

---

POV HYUN-TAK

Distancing himself from her. He had decided.

It was what he had to do. What Si-eun expected. What a good friend, an honest man, would do. Not what he wanted. But since when did desires have a place in this kind of equation?

So, he put distance between them.

It wasn't brutal. Just… gradual. He replied less. No longer laughed at her jokes. No longer allowed himself to be touched. When she walked past him, he pretended to be distracted. He no longer responded to her nicknames. He no longer looked at her. At least not when she could see him.

She understood.

Not everything. But enough.

Y/N wasn't stupid. Nor blind. She had first thought it was a passing mood. Then, she insisted, a little. He held firm. Until she confronted him.

"Why are you ignoring me?" she blurted out, her brows furrowed, a tremor in her voice.

He took a deep breath.

"I'm not ignoring you. It's just… better this way."

"Better for whom?" she retorted, her voice higher.

He clenched his fists. She was there, in front of him, two steps away. Her presence consumed him. She didn't understand. And he couldn't explain.

"Y/N… I'm tired. That's all."

That's all ? A lie.

She stared at him for a long time, her lips pressed together. Then she whispered:

"It's my brother, isn't it? He said something to you."

He didn't answer. And that was the worst mistake.

She took a step back, her face frozen. Tears didn't come easily to Y/N. But her gaze… it was broken.

"It's him. You're not saying anything, so it's him."

She turned on her heel. Without another word.

Later, he learned they had argued. She and Si-eun. It wasn't common. They were bound by years of silent survival, of shared pain. But this time, she had confronted him. And Si-eun hadn't denied it.

He didn't know what they had said to each other. But the next day, she walked past him without a word.

And that… that hurt more than anything.

He swore to himself to hold on. Because even if it tore him apart, it was better this way. She needed to be free. To grow up without him in her footsteps. To become who she was meant to be, without his burning glances at her back.

But Y/N… she was a flame. And flames don't accept walls.

One day, she came back to him. He was sitting on the steps behind the gym, where he often went when he needed air.

She sat next to him without saying anything.

The silence was thick. Almost heavy.

Then she whispered:

"I'm mad at you."

He turned his head towards her. She was looking straight ahead, her legs pulled up to her chest.

"You don't understand what you mean to me. And you disappeared without warning me. Without telling me why. What do you think I am? A child? A clinging girl? I'm not stupid, Gogo."

The nickname echoed in his chest. He had to close his eyes to keep from faltering.

"Y/N, I…"

"Shut the fuck up."

She was trembling. Not from cold. From anger.

"Do you think you're helping me? You're hurting me. You're hurting me like no one else."

He didn't answer. He couldn't. Because if a single word crossed his lips, he wouldn't be able to stop. He would tell her he loved her, that he dreamed of her, that she haunted his thoughts. And he didn't have the right.

A few days later, they all got caught up in a situation that went bad.

An old score to settle with a former group. Nothing new. Except this time, Y/N was there.

She shouldn't have been there. She was never there when things got serious. But that evening, she had decided to follow Si-eun and the others, despite her classes. Maybe to keep an eye on him. Maybe to prove something to herself.

When Hyun-tak understood what was happening—the ambush, the familiar faces of those who came for them, the improvised weapons in their pockets—his blood ran cold.

He searched for Y/N with his eyes.

She was there. Too close.

"Y/N. Leave." His voice was firm.

She frowned.

"Huh? No, why?"

"Leave! Now!"

"But I…"

"Y/N! GET OUT!"

She flinched. He never yelled. Never at her. She remained frozen.

Then he grabbed her arm, pushed her towards an alley.

"You have to leave. Run until you hear nothing more. Do you understand me?!"

"But why? It's not serious, I can—"

"You shouldn't be here! Don't you understand, damn it! I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE!"

She opened her mouth. And saw it.

The look.

That of a boy who is scared. For her. Who trembles at the mere thought of her being touched. It wasn't anger. It was raw panic. Naked.

She backed away. Slowly. Then she turned on her heel.

He watched her disappear. And at that moment, he felt something within him collapse.

He had just yelled at her. Forced her to leave. As if she were a burden. As if she were a problem.

But she was none of that.

She was the only precious thing in this rotten world.

And he had pushed her away again.

The fight was short. Violent. A little disorganized. They got out of it. But in Hyun-tak's heart, something had frozen.

He wasn't afraid of dying. He was afraid she would be hurt.

When he got home that night, he clenched his fists so hard that his nails left marks.

He sat on the floor, back against the wall. Again.

And he hated himself.

Y/N, for her part, didn't come back to him in the following days. Not like before.

She looked at him from afar. Her eyes dark, hurt. Silent.

She didn't know he loved her. But she knew he had pushed her away. She knew he was keeping his distance. And for her, that was already too much.

And him?

He acted as if he was fine.

He smiled in front of the others. He laughed with Hu-min. He listened to Juntae. He talked with Si-eun, as if nothing had happened.

But as soon as she entered a room, he stopped breathing.

Because love, true love, isn't happiness.

It's a constant burn.

A fire that cannot be extinguished.

And that must be hidden so as not to burn everything down.

---

For the past few days, a new sensation had been forming within Hyun-tak. A burning he had never felt before, and one he couldn't name at first. It wasn't disgust. It wasn't jealousy. It wasn't sorrow. It was anger. Pure. Cold. Muffled. Against Si-eun.

Because he had seen Y/N crumble. He had seen her struggle against rejection, against incomprehension, against a suffering that was far too heavy for her still-teenage shoulders. And Si-eun had let her down. He had his reasons, Hyun-tak was sure of it. But that excused nothing.

He resented Si-eun for imposing this distance. For looking him straight in the eye and telling him to stay away from her. He resented him for hurting her.

And most of all, he resented himself for listening.

That night, he was on his bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. His phone vibrated once, then a second time. An alert. The location app they had installed together, as friends, as a joke. Y/N was in a weird place.

He frowned. A nightclub?

He called Si-eun immediately.

"Why is Y/N in a damn club?!"

Silence on the other end of the line. Then:

"What?!"

"Check the app. She's in a damn club. Explain to me what she's doing there?!"

He heard Si-eun's hurried movements. Then the call cut off.

Hyun-tak jumped up, pulling on a jacket. He couldn't wait. Not this time.

Y/N was already outside the club when Si-eun found her. She swayed, dishevelled, a tight black dress clinging to her slender hips. She was scarlet, her cheeks flushed, her eyes washed out by alcohol.

"What did you do, Y/N?! You just took off like that without saying anything?!"

She turned her head towards him and laughed. A bitter, grating, joyless laugh.

"You want to know? Nothing. I was just tired of being invisible. Tired of you, of Gogo, of your secrets and your orders."

He took her arm to drag her to the apartment. She walked with difficulty, dragging her feet. Halfway there, she collapsed onto the pavement, sitting down like a spoiled child.

"I don't want to go home!" she cried. "Let me go, I'm sick of you both!"

She was screaming. Hoarse, tearing cries. The kind that comes from too deep to be calmed.

"EVERYTHING is my fault, isn't it?! I don't have the right to exist as I want! I don't have the right to love the people I want! No right to live!"

"Y/N, stop…"

"NO! You're lecturing me when you've messed up my life! You and your damn silence! You're not my father, you're not even a real brother sometimes!"

And that's when Hyun-tak arrived.

He stopped dead when he saw her. Sitting on the ground. Her arms dangling. Her hair dishevelled. Her legs exposed. A dress too adult for her. A sadness too great for her body.

Something exploded inside him.

"Are you stupid or what?!" he roared. "Have you been drinking?! What did you do in that shitty club?!"

She looked up at him. And she smiled. A sad, defensive smile.

"Oh, Gogo. You came too. Great. Come lecture me too."

"Do you think this is a game?! What do you want to happen to you? Do you think we can protect you all the time, huh?!"

He was yelling. Loudly. His voice trembled. His fist was clenched, his breath short.

"Do you want us to find you in an alley, clothes torn and eyes empty?! Do you want to end up like that?!"

She sprang to her feet, stumbling.

"I'll do what I want! You're not my father either!"

"And do you think I want to be, damn it?! I-"

He cut himself off. Because he was about to say something he would regret.

Y/N was crying.

Big, painful, desperate tears. She hit her chest with her fist.

"You don't love me! No one really loves me! I'm just a damn burden!"

"That's not true!" Hyun-tak cried. "That's so untrue…"

But she wasn't listening anymore. She was still screaming. She was in ruins.

And so was he.

He took a step forward, then two. Then he stopped.

She was magnificent.

Not beautiful. Magnificent. Broken, lost, but so alive. With her red eyes, her dangling arms, her crumpled dress, her cries of pure pain. She was truth incarnate. And he loved her. God, how he loved her.

And he wanted her to hate him.

Because if she loved him… he could never let her go again.

He took her in his arms, without a word. She let him, empty. He slipped his back under her arms and lifted her against him. She was light. Burning. He carried her as one carries what one never wants to break.

She didn't speak.

Neither did he.

But their hearts screamed.

---

The sun filtered gently through the thin curtains, caressing the sheets with a warm light. Y/N slowly blinked, her stomach still knotted with the emotions from the day before. It took her a few seconds to remember where she was: there, in Hyun-tak's living room, stretched out on the old sofa he'd always refused to change.

Her throat was dry, her head heavy. And yet, something else tore her from her stupor: voices.

Voices arguing.

Gotak's, first, nervous, laced with anger.

"You think that's enough for me ?! You put a barrier between us and now you want to act like everything's fine?!"

And Si-eun's, lower, tired. But sincere.

"I don't want to separate you anymore. You're the one who's angry. Not me."

Y/N slowly sat up, straining her ears, her heart beating faster.

"I tried to do what was right," Si-eun said. "I messed up. But I thought it was what I needed to do to protect her."

"You think by moving away from her, you're protecting her? Do you know how she felt when she looked at me, not understanding why I wasn't laughing at her jokes anymore? Why I wasn't brushing against her? Why I was changing paths when she arrived?!"

"I know."

"No, you don't know. Because you only see what you want to see. She looked at me like I'd become a stranger. She smiled at me even when she was sad, and I couldn't do anything."

A pause. Then Hyun-tak's voice, lower.

"I love her, damn it."

Y/N felt her chest constrict.

Hyun-tak continued, almost in a whisper, as if he no longer had the strength to hold it back.

"I did everything to tell myself it was stupid. That it was temporary. But every time I see her, every time she touches me without even thinking about it, it's like I fall a little more. I tried to detach myself. I failed."

A thick silence followed. Y/N didn't move, frozen.

Then, the door softly closed. The voices faded away.

She then noticed a sheet of paper on the coffee table. Familiar handwriting.

It's from Si-eun, she thought.

She picked it up, and read:

"Y/N. If one day your heart races, make sure it does so for the right person. Not for an illusion. Not for a crumb of affection.

For something that burns slowly, that remains.

You've always inspired me, even if I never told you.

You've always forced me to be better, even if I denied it.

I didn't want you to fall. But I made you fall. I didn't want to distance you from those who did you good. But I did. And I won't apologize with empty words.

Just... choose someone who never asks you to hide. Who looks at you like you're worth more than the world.

I think he already does.

Oppa."

Y/N put the paper down, tears welling in her eyes.

-

Hyun-tak was on the roof. As often. Sitting on the edge, legs dangling in the void, a can of soda in his hand.

She joined him, her heart both heavy and light.

"You don't smoke anymore?"

He startled slightly, turned.

"I don't know how to do it. Have you forgotten?"

She smiled. Then sat down beside him.

Silence settled, but not heavy. Sweet. Warm.

She turned her head towards him.

"You said you. loved. me."

He blushed. Lowered his head.

"You heard..."

"Every word."

He sighed, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

"I hadn't planned for it to come out like that. But it's true. It's even worse than what I said. I've loved you for months. Maybe more. You changed me, Y/N. You taught me to laugh at my own foolishness. You made me believe that maybe I wasn't so bad. And I was scared. Because I've always been the one people look at last. The one who protects but is never chosen."

He finally turned his eyes to her.

"But with you, I wanted to be the first. The only one. And I was ashamed to want it."

She said nothing.

And then, without thinking, she leaned in and kissed him.

A sudden, clumsy, desperate kiss.

She pulled away immediately, her heart pounding, terrified.

"Sorry! I thought... I believed..."

But he didn't wait.

He placed his hand on her cheek, gently, and pulled her towards him.

And this time, it was he who kissed her.

Slowly.

Tenderly.

With that modesty and intensity that don't deceive. As if he had waited a lifetime to do it. As if he was putting everything he had never been able to say into that kiss.

His fingers trembled slightly against her neck, but his lips were sure. Her heart beat fast, too fast, as if every second could break him or save him.

When he pulled back, she had her eyes closed.

He looked at her, a shy smile on his lips.

"It wasn't a fireworks display," he said. "It was a lighthouse."

She opened her eyes.

And smiled.

Her heart stronger. Clearer.

They didn't know where it would lead them.

But it was already there.

And it was true.

.................................………………………………………

New Geum Seongje fanfictions

MY SHELLA 🤧

: Gotak watching Sieun act like he didn't do anything 😐

[aleskyyy]

WEAK HERO CLASS 1 & 2

MASTERLIST

Yeon Si Eun

Annoyingly Yours COMPLETED

Chapter One Chapter Two

Chapter Three Chapter Four

Chapter Five Finale

You is a bright, carefree high school girl who always smiles, makes friends easily, and sees the good in everyone—except not everyone sees the good in you. When your cheerful nature makes you the target of bullies, no one expects Sieun, the cold and grumpy boy who never talks to anyone, to step in. But he does—with sharp words and quiet strength that send the bullies running.

Ahn Su Ho

Coming Soon . . .

Park Hu Min (Baku)

Coming Soon . . .

Go Hyeon Tak (Gotak)

Coming Soon . . .

Seo Jun Tae

Coming Soon . . .

Geum Seong Je

Captivity in Moonlit Shadows DARK FIC

Kidnapped and locked in a remote house by a mysterious, obsessive man named Seong je. Though you initially resists and fears him, you gradually becomes entangled in his twisted version of love.

Crimson Mercy DARK FIC

You were meant to die. Seong Je was supposed to put a bullet between your eyes. But instead of death, he gave you captivity—and then something far more dangerous. Love. In a world ruled by knives and silence, he becomes your prison and your only safety. And you? You become the only weakness he can’t destroy.

The Quiet Between Blows DARK FIC 18+

Chapter One Chapter Two

Chapter Three Chapter Four

Chapter Five Final COMPLETED

He doesn’t speak unless he means to hurt. You don’t run when you should. In a city of silence, bruises, and quiet wars, you become the one thing Geum Seongje can't control. A dark romance about obsession, restraint, and the softest kind of ruin.

Na Baek Jin

Coming Soon . . .

Another Character

A Dept Paid in Flesh — Jeon Seok Dae x Fem!Reader MDNI 18+

[k1mbe3rly]

can you make a gotak (whc2) nsfw alphabet pls 🫰

Gotak NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

After sex he does get super super tired so the most he tries to do is check up on you than cuddles you to sleep, but don’t worry when he wakes up he’ll clean you up

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part about you is your boobies, he likes to stuff his face in then and just use them as stress balls, he also like watching them while you bounce on him

His favorite body part about himself is his fist, he feels like his fist is the strongest in his body, since he fights he likes how talented he is when his fist is in someone’s face

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He likes to cover you in his cum, but he does get frustrated about pulling out maybe he’ll do a little groan and complain about it but still pulls out when you want him too

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He doesn’t really have any secrets, he’s pretty open

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Yess and no.. he knows what he’s doing at firstbut at the same time he kinda doesn’t

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

DOGGYSTYE

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s goofy, he likes to make jokes when he’s fucking you, like dirty jokes

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he grooms just not often but doesn’t let get too out of hand

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He tries to be very very romantic, like for valentines or special occasions he makes a funny attempt at being romantic

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he jacks off every now and then but not tooo often

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

hair pulling and definitely slapping

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

the bed

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

dirty talking and revealing clothes

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything to hurt you

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he’s loves getting head, he would gladly drop everything just for head, but he does gives every now and then

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s rough and fast..

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he’s definitely into quickies, he would gladly take you right there and then

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he likes to take risk, he enjoys the feeling of almost getting caught or getting caught

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can last awhile if he goes slow but if he’s slow and rough at most 3-4 rounds

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

no toys

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he definitely teases you all the time

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

loud groaning and hard breathing

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he purposely does things to get you loud during sex in public so someone can catch yall

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

7 inches

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

not high but not low, but he’s down for sex anytime

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he gets sooo tired so he makes sure you fall asleep with him, he sleeps fast

[fanfictionroxs]

Baku declaring "You have to die" and just choking Seongmok to death because he hurt Gotak. He is beyond reason and out of control. Like this is the scene where you actually understand how dead serious Baku was everytime he said he would kill for Gotak. Peak bakugotak scene 💖

crossposting from my twt @ blackbestboy . I'm currently living there with all my whc madness in case anyone wants to come and join in 🤣

[akariamai]

Old Wounds, New Faces [Part 1]

Pairing: Go Hyun-tak x OC

Word Count: 2992

Part 2

The world splintered when Ahn Su-ho was deprived of consciousness. Oh Beom-seok was once a beloved friend turned foe due to his loneliness that festered into uncontrollable rage. He set his wrath to the undeserving Su-ho, who his mind twisted an innocent amity into a commanding affair, and decimated not only his friendship with the boy, but all of his genuine connections. The sun would not shine for them for a long period of time, but for one, an overcast will shadow their being for eternity.

Si-eun and Eun-kyung were choked with guilt. Si-eun believed he had a hand in destroying Su-ho's life for not being strong enough and Eun-kyung despised her inability to appear in Su-ho’s time of need. Failure clung to them like a good friend. They had lost a pivotal pillar and confidante in their lives; the impression he left weighed on their battered friendship. His absence was felt. It lingered in every waking moment. Haunted by the what-ifs of that specific night.

A constant motif that dwelled in her mind was of time travel. To have the ability to repeat the day and alter the sequence of events that led to the downfall of Su-ho. To relieve his grandmother of the grief of missing her only grandchild and to spare Si-eun of his misplaced guilt.

Sometimes, her mind wanders further back. To the day they confronted the sham gangster and his crew of runaways. Other times, she wishes to rewrite Su-ho and Si-eun’s introduction to Beom-seok when he first transferred. It was a never-ending calamity. No matter how many scenarios her mind conjured up, the outcome would ultimately stay the same: Su-ho stuck in perpetual sleep and Eun-kyung cursed to be unable to help.

Life hadn’t been the same since. Si-eun, overwhelmed with an intense ire for revenge, enacted a violent vengeance against those who had a hand in Su-ho’s condition. She didn't know the exact details of his assault, but she heard rumors that it was an impassioned and bloody altercation. She never asked for details. She didn't care for them. She would only know if Si-eun wanted her to know.

Si-eun had told her about his inevitable transfer. A sort of punishment for his actions pushed by Beom-seok's adoptive father. It lit a fire within her that after all the crimes his son committed, whether he chooses to acknowledge it or not, that he still chose to be petty. Si-eun’s new school was somewhat closer to hers, although she had heard terrible stories that had allegedly occurred at that school. She could only hope that Si-eun would open himself up again for the right people and make more friends.

From what Su-ho had told her, Si-eun was the type to pretend not to care. He constructed walls to put distance between himself and other people. He very rarely allowed others in, but underneath his facade he was just a boy who yearned to love and be loved.

Si-eun and Eun-kyung spent their days seated outside of Su-ho's hospital room. The room itself felt too suffocating; it made the situation feel more surreal than it already was. Outside of the bleak walls they could pretend.

Si-eun took this time to document his days via text while Eun-kyung wrote in her journal specifically for Su-ho. It was a miniscule gesture to ensure Su-ho would feel included. To brief him on the happenstance of their lives, to share the moments he missed, and to insure Su-ho knew they thought of him the entire time he was (hopefully) temporarily gone.

Their visits would usually end after eating at Su-ho's old workplace. Eun-kyung took it upon herself to help out until he could return. They would eat the lettuce wraps Su-ho so desperately forced upon them when he was awake. They would mostly eat in silence, only murmuring about their days occasionally, and ruminating over the fond memories they shared.

After a couple of days, Si-eun looked better. The dark circles under his eyes were fading and he looked happier. He mentioned of a happenstance that ended with three guys and himself being forced to volunteer over the weekend. He promised to visit Su-ho later that day, but Eun-kyung was delighted he was lowering his guard with others.

Eun-kyung offered to give him a ride as Su-ho’s grandmother allowed her to ride Su-ho’s bike in the meantime, but he declined. In his own silent way, he appreciated her concern even if it was unwarranted.

There was a placidity to the day after Si-eun was forced to volunteer. It was a bit unnerving and nothing she did could settle the pit that continued to grow in her stomach. Something was wrong, but she couldn't place her finger on what. It was just a feeling, a sentiment she felt before, that also ended in tragedy. She could only hope she was wrong.

As she maneuvered her way out of the sea of young girl, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She instinctively dug for it and saw Si-eun had been the sender. He was not an avid texter like her. He mostly read the blocks of texts she'd sent, only throwing her a thumbs up emoji to let her know he was finished reading, but when he did text it was important.

Sad Eyes: Track my location, my friends are in-trouble

Her heart dropped in that moment as buried feelings erupted to the forefront of her mind. She briskly opened the WithMap app and began sprinting in his direction. While she wasn't too far from his location she feared she wouldn't make it in time as he appeared to be moving away from her. She pushed her body to its maximum compacity . She wouldn't dare to be late again. She couldn't be late again.

The app showed Si-eun had stopped and resided in the building she was now entering. She took a slight breather when she noticed the amount of stairs she would have to climb before she hurried up the steps. Si-eun and his friends were in trouble. She was so close. She pleaded for everyone to be alright; she couldn't lose another friend or see Si-eun be riddled with even more guilt.

When the door was in-sight, she pushed her entire weight onto it and the sound of the door slamming deafened the commotion. There were five guys she didn't recognize. One, who wore a deep burgundy uniform, towered over Si-eun, who was laying on his back unmoving. It felt like frigid water was doused over her head. The scene was all too familiar. She wanted to cry out to Si-eun, to plead for him to wake up, but his assailant was far too close.

Instead, she casually dropped her backpack before asking, "Who's Hyun-tak, Jun-tae, and Hu-min?"

One of the boys, who looked to have been only watching the assault, pointed at two others who were huddled together in pain. "There’s Hyun-tak and Jun-tae."

The one closest to her arched an eyebrow, mild amusement seeped onto his face, as he turned to Hyun-tak and Jun-tae. "And what business do you ha-" His question was interrupted by her fist. Her assault persisted as her fury inflamed. This guy hurt Si-eun. She ensured every blow she enacted was meant to confined him to the ground. That the ache would be too distressing to even attempt to get up.

When she determined justice was served, and the line not meant to be crossed was far too close for comfort, she looked at the two uninjured guys and said, "Tell your boss if he fucks with with Si-eun and his friends again, I will tear down his little gang brick by brick." She motioned to the door, "You can go now."

The two took a brief moment, eyeing their defeated friend lying on the ground, before bolting out. They scurried away like little mice running from a predator, leaving their injured comrade to suffer the consequences, it was almost laughable if Eun-kyung wasn't filled with worry about Si-eun.

"Si-eun!" She rushed towards his immobile body. His eyes fluttered as if he was trying to focus his vision. "Can you hear me?"

The door behind her was slammed opened and another figure joined them. It wasn’t neither of the two guys from earlier. This was someone new. He wore the same colored uniform as Si-eun, except he wore no tie and the shirt underneath was black with bits of white.

He consumed the scene before rushing towards Si-eun. "Hey Si-eun! Are you okay? Si-eun!" Eun-kyung watched as this unfamiliar guy stress about Si-eun’s health. He was genuinely worried. Si-eun had several scrapes on his face and bruises were starting to emerge.

"Su-ho," Her heart sank, "Eun-kyung, I got into another fight. I'm sorry."

Her lip quivered before a tear trailed down her cheek. She swiftly wiped it away before reassuring him, "It’s okay. I'm just relieved you're okay." Her reassurance seemed to calm him down enough for him to fall unconscious.

In the distance, sirens could be heard getting louder. Worried they were for them, she turned to the boy next to her. "I'll take Si-eun. Can you help the others?"

He paused for a moment before nodding, "Yeah." He made his way towards the other two and they mumbled softly for a bit. She stabilized herself before lifting Si-eun into her arms. He was lighter than she previously thought. She noted to buy more snacks for him when they went out.

She waited for the others to gather their thoughts before they began the journey down the stairs. As the sirens grew closer their movements accelerated. They didn't want to get caught. When they reached the every last step, the guys had no clue where to go.

"We can go to my apartment." Eun-kyung offered. "It’s close by." They agreed and silently followed her.

The group swiftly evaded capture by sticking to the alleyways. Eun-kyung had occasionally strolled through the seedy parts of her neighborhood and knew how to navigate them all safely. She could rest easy now that everyone of importance to Si-eun was relatively safe minus some emotional and mental distress, some minor injuries, and immersed guilt spouting out of one specific member. Overall, they all appeared to be fine except for Si-eun, who looks like he took the brunt of the assault. Eun-kyung considered that a win. She just wished Si-eun didn’t have to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders.

When they reached her apartment door, she welcomed them in. “You guys can take a seat in the kitchen. I’ll take out my medkit after I lay Si-eun down.” Her apartment wasn’t that spacious. The kitchen and the living room kinda melded into one entity. That was a small hallway that head to only one bedroom—her room— and the bathroom.

The guys did as told, each guy sitting down on a chair, utterly exhausted of the days events. Eun-kyung walked into her mundane room and gently laid Si-eun’s unconscious body on her covers. Si-eun looked peaceful at the very moment minus the obvious bruising and scratches. She hoped no nightmares plagued his being for the unforeseeable future. He deserved to be riddled with good dreams.

After she left him alone, she went for her medkit. It was a small and inexpensive thing, but it’d been beneficial so far. Most of the items were already used as Su-ho and Si-eun had a knack of finding trouble. She had spent the majority of her supplies on them.

With the med-kit in hand her eyes wandered to the Si-eun’s schoolmates. The bespectacled boy was a familiar quiet. It was not like Si-eun’s intense, but warm silence. It was like a breeze on a excruciating hot day. Cooling as it brushed against the skin.

The one with the slight tan was blazing, yet still carried a placidity to his glow. He was brilliant as the sun, but illuminated for only a selected few. There was a glint in his eye that beamed a sort of sorrow. It was the same one she saw in Si-eun, but his was much more pronounced.

The last guy was much like the moon. There was a hidden gentleness to his tough facade. A dingy overcast that obstructs his splendor. A softness that cocoons the person of his affections. He was exquisite in the way one could not expressed. It was just there, shrouded in the uncertainty of his history, but tangible to only those who knew what to search for.

Eun-kyung took a seat in the last available chair and pushed the med-kit towards them. “This should help.”

“Thank you,” The bespectacled one said. His voice was meek and slightly drowsy. He immediately cared for the wounds of the guy right next to him.

“And you are?” The one with the tan asked.

“I’m Si-eun’s friend.”

He sent her a smirk, “What a coincidence, so are we.”

“So I heard.” She quipped.

“I didn’t know Si-eun had any other friends.” The one being cared for uttered.

“Si-eun’s a very private guy.” She mentioned, “You guys probably noticed.”

“He’s not exactly subtle.”

The conversation dwindled for a minute before she said, “He’s told me about you guys.”

“About how handsome I am?”

“About how obnoxiously loud you are.” She jested, “You’re definitely Hu-min.”

“Guilty.”

She let out a laugh before pointing to the one wearing glasses, “You’re adorable. You must be Jun-tae.” He ducked his face while it turned a bright red. He toyed with his fingers before nodding slowly.

Eun-kyung smiled, “And you must be Hyun-tak.”

Hyun-tak nodded.

“I’m Eun-kyung.” She stood up from her chair and walked towards the kitchen, “Are you guys hungry?”

“Yes!” Hu-min roared in delight.

Hyun-tak playfully smacked his head, “Be quiet. Si-eun’s sleeping.”

Hu-min rubbed the back of his head, sending a glare to his friend. “But I’m starving.” Hu-min cried, “I could faint at any moment. Do you even care?”

“No.” Hyun-tak joked as Jun-tae watched curiously in the sideline.

Eun-kyung cut in, “I can make fried chicken.” She didn’t have much food in her apartment, she usually spends her days eating out, but yesterday she had more free time to prep for today’s meal. “Is that alright?”

“Sounds good.” Hyun-tak nodded.

Hu-min hummed as if he was daydreaming, “Fried chicken.”

“Do you need help?” Jun-tae questioned about to get up.

Eun-kyung held up her hand before reassuring him, “I just need to make the batter and fry it. Just get some rest.”

Eun-kyung opened her cabinet to take out a pan, a bowl, flour, cornstarch, baking powder, and a variety of spices. She washed the bowl thoroughly before adding and mixing various ingredients until the batter was smooth.

She added oil to her pan, turned on the stove, and walked to her fridge to get the marinated chicken. In the background she could hear the boys chatting as the mood became lighter. She continued on with adding the chicken to the batter, making sure to coat it meticulously, when she heard her name.

“Eun-kyung,” Hu-min’s voice was unexpectedly subdued. “On the rooftop, Si-eun called out a name.”

She stilled for a brief moment; he paused almost unsure of how to navigate the conversation. The other two grew silent. Almost waiting for a blowout argument. She waited for him to continue to ask about him—Su-ho—she could feel her heart race.

Hum-in bit the bullet and asked, “Who’s Su-ho?”

“Su-ho is a friend of mine and Si-eun.” Eun-kyung said while keeping her hands and mind busy. She had never spoken about Su-ho outside of the Si-eun and the people who knew him.

“What happened to him?” This time it was Hyun-tak who asked.

Her vision was becoming blurry. “Someone hurt him and Si-eun blames himself for what happened.” She didn’t want to dive into the details while she was frying chicken. The betrayal still burned in the back of her mind. Beom-seok was supposed to be their friend, but he turned out to be an adversary. His anger corrupted him and then, he turned his attention to Su-ho.

She remembered sitting outside of his hospital room watching the video, the last one of Su-ho fully conscious, and feeling utterly helpless. She watched Beom-seok and two other strike Su-ho after he was already down.

She sniffled, “Can one of you watch the chicken?” She didn’t want them to see her this vulnerable. While the guys were friends of Si-eun, they were strangers to her.

Hu-min stood up, “Yeah.”

She pulled out a tray and placed it on the counter near the stove. Hu-min was already standing next to her and she said in a shaky voice, “It needs to few more minutes.”

She walked inside of her bathroom and shut the door behind her. The bathroom was very plain and impersonal like the rest of her apartment. She stood in-front of her sink and turned on the cold water, splashing her face to get rid of the redness in her eyes, and took a deep breath.

She closed her eyes for a brief moment and could hear the hushed tones of the guys in her living space and the sizzling of the chicken frying. She took a glance at her reflection and she looked utterly drained.

She spent a few more moments before she deemed herself ready. She opened the door, crept towards her bedroom door, and peeked inside to see if Si-eun was still asleep. He hadn’t moved one inch.

Eun-kyung walked back to her kitchen. The guys didn’t mention Su-ho afterwards. She silently thanked them before taking over the cooking once again.

Eun-kyung ate in silence, but she revelled in the boisterous manner in which Hu-min, Hyun-tak, and Jun-tae behaved. Hu-min and Hyun-tak reminded her of Su-ho and Si-eun in a strange way. She could see bits and pieces embedded in them, but they were also so different. She was glad Si-eun found a group like this one.

Main Masterlist

[ilsea]

Baby boy I could NEVER hate you, how can i see people on twitter disliking his character and his arc.

you literally saw him in season 1 opening his world, having his own little group of friends and then you see them getting destroyed. Not only in season 2 we still see him struggling with it (and im thankful the producers didnt cut this off, because we need storyline and main characters like that) and we see him little by little getting more confident and opening again about not only with the concept of having friends BUT SPEAKING HIS MIND. MIND YOU THIS BOY LITERALLY TOLD HIS MOM (who still i dont like) NO BECAUSE HE DIDNT WANT TO LEAVE HIS FRIENDS BEHIND.

How can they hate him?

[rose-tinted-vision]

Okay it just hit me that another reason why the Baku/Gotak ship hit me like a truck is because not only do I like the childhood friends to lovers trope for some reason, but also as a fan of the "you protect/look after everyone, but who will look after you?" trope, and this ship perfectly ticks both boxes.

Their protectiveness goes both ways in that they would kill for each other (see: ep7), and imo Gotak's protectiveness stems from the fact that Baku may be out there protecting Eunjang and painting a target on his back in the process, but there's no one else he can rely on and no one to have his back and they both know that. (the adults in their lives certainly won't do jack shit. but thats another essay for another day. im p sure there's already a post about that) So while Gotak may not be the best fighter compared to the Union guys, he's doing his best and telling Baku that he's there for him to lean on.

anyway tl;dr I love bakugotak

[irmakkockan]

WEAK HERO CLASS 2 EP 1: LET’S START WITH TEARS, WHY THE FUCK NOT?

Oh my god. It’s here.

Yes, I know I only recently fell headfirst into the WHC trap and promptly made it my entire personality - but since then? I counted every single minute until we got here.

And here the fuck we are.

That was a brutal way to start, wasn’t it?

I can’t even imagine what Sieun was thinking when Juntae lied to him - with bruises on his face, no less. That had to be a terrible flashback to Beomseok. And honestly? I’m proud of him for not taking out his frustration on Juntae.

Because I would have. Even knowing Juntae’s not a traitor (well… not innocent, but definitely not Beomseok-level unhinged) - all I’d see is Beomseok’s smug face smiling at me after kicking Suho in the head.

God. I’m making myself angry all over again.

Look at my crazy Sieun, though! Even with a small nod of his head, he is extremely menacing. I love him to bits😭

Don’t expect me to be normal about this. I am going mad. I will DEVOUR all the episodes ASAP and I will absolutely spoil myself to see if we’re getting THE REUNION at the end or not.

And let me be clear: I will NOT handle it sanely either way.

[bvbydriver]

sheets and silence

pairing go hyuntak x f!reader

summary sharing a bed with your best friend hyuntak

warnings fluff, smaalll amount of angst

word count 1.6k

Being Hyuntak’s best friend since childhood definitely came with its ups and downs, more ups than downs, though. One of them was tagging along on a trip to Jeju-do with his friends. You had been on plenty of vacations with Hyuntak in the past, as your families were close. But this was the first time you two were going together without your families.

“Y/n! You wanna come to Jeju-do with us?” Hyuntak asked over lunch. “Baku’s been planning it for a while, and I thought you might wanna tag along.”

“Yeah, you should come, it’ll be super fun,” Baku replied from across the lunch table.

“When are you guys going?” you asked. 

“Just over the weekend. We’re leaving Friday and coming back Sunday,” said Baku. 

“I should be able to if I don’t have Taekwondo practice,”

“Yes!” Hyuntak said, high-fiving you. 

—

And so, Friday rolled around quicker than expected. You packed your clothes and met Hyuntak and his friends at the ferry station. The ride itself was smoother and shorter than you had expected. Of course, Baku kept bothering Sieun the entire ride, who, unsurprisingly, was studying on vacation. Who studies on vacation?

“Guys, I only booked two rooms for the five of us,” Baku said worriedly. “And I couldn’t change the booking after Hyuntak invited y/n.”

“Maybe they’re double beds?” you asked.

“We can check, but I think only one of the rooms had two beds.”

Hurriedly, Baku got the keys for the room, and to your surprise, there were two beds in only one of the rooms. 

“Oh…” you said.

“What should we do?” asked Hyuntak.

“Well, somebody’s gonna have to share a bed. And it’s not gonna be me,” Baku replied, looking around. 

“Why don’t y/n and Hyuntak take the single bed? You guys are practically dating anyway!” Juntae said excitedly.

“What?” you exclaimed. “First, we are not, and second, no way!”

“Yeah! Then I can take the other bed, and Juntae and Sieun can share a bed,” Baku replied.

“Guys, cmon…” Hyuntak said, tilting his head back.

The last time you ever shared a bed with Hyuntak was years ago, when you were both seven. But deep down, you didn’t dread it because you’ve liked him since middle school. You couldn’t do anything about it, though. He was your best friend, and it’d only ruin your decade-long friendship. 

—

You eventually settled into your rooms after dinner, folding your clothes and getting ready for bed. 

“I’m gonna take a shower, if you’re not going to bed soon,” Hyuntak said.

“Yeah, that’s fine, I’ll be awake.”

He grabbed his clothes and walked to the bathroom, where you could hear him running the water and taking a shower. He came out, drying his hair with a towel, wearing a T-shirt and sweats. He took a seat in the chair next to the bed, and you couldn’t help but stare at his arms through his shirt. The sleeve of his shirt rode up the slightest bit every time he raised his arm to dry his hair, and you couldn’t peel your eyes away from it. 

“The bathroom’s free now if you wanna use it,” Hyuntak said. 

You were zoned out.

“Hello?” he waved his hand in your face. “Did you hear me?”

“What?”

“I said the bathroom’s free if you wanna use it.”

“Oh.”

You got up, grabbed your things, and headed to the bathroom. You washed your face, brushed your teeth, and tried your hardest to get those thoughts out of your head. It was so much harder now that you knew you had to share a bed with him for the next two days. 

It was already close to midnight, and you had been up with Hyuntak, showing each other things on your phones, laughing like you normally did as best friends. 

“It’s already midnight, I think Baku wants to do stuff early tomorrow,” Hyuntak said, looking at you.

“Damn it’s already midnight,” you said.

Hyuntak stood up to turn off the lights as you got under the covers of the bed. You lay close to the edge of the bed, as you felt the other side of the bed dip. You lay in silence for what felt like an eternity, neither of you moving a muscle, until Hyuntak broke the silence.

“Y/n.”

“Yeah?”

“Is this weird?” “Is what weird?”

“That we’re sharing a bed.”

Your backs were turned to each other, but you felt him shifting on the other side. He had turned to face you. He tapped you on the shoulder. You turned around to face him under the covers.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” you whispered back. 

“It’s not weird, right?”

“No, it’s not.”

Your bodies were closer than before, and you could feel his legs next to yours. 

“Okay, good,” he said.

You closed your eyes, still facing each other, but you could still sense him looking at you under the covers, like he had something to tell you. But he stayed silent, and you two eventually fell asleep.

—

“Guys, wake up!” 

Baku woke the two of you up by banging on your door at seven in the morning. You opened your eyes to see Hyuntak right next to you. His arm was under you, your head and hand on his chest, and his other hand atop your hand on his chest. You two were cuddling each other. 

Immediately processing what was going on, you jolted up from your position, sitting on the edge of the bed with your back facing Hyuntak.

“Y/n?”

“Sorry, I didn’t know I was that close.”

“It’s okay.”

Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. You eventually brushed it off and went to the bathroom to get ready. 

You felt awkward tension between Hyuntak all day, even with everyone else, and Baku was not helping the situation.

“So did you guys do anything weird last night?” Baku teased, raising his eyebrows.

Hyuntak smacked him behind his head.

“Ow! What was that for? I’m just joking around!”

The five of you ended up exploring Jeju-do, trying all kinds of food, and of course, the beach. The tension between Hyuntak felt better and not as bad as before, but you could tell he had something to say since last night. You caught him staring at you several times, looking away quickly, though you had already noticed. 

—

“Guys, I’m so tired,” Juntae said as the five of you walked back to the hotel.

“Get some rest, Juntae,” you said while smiling. “We can do more fun stuff tomorrow.” 

Everyone went back to their rooms, saying goodnight to each other. You and Hyuntak returned to your room, the last place where you two had actually talked to each other without it being awkward. Where the two of you were, without a doubt, best friends. 

“I’m gonna shower first, if that’s okay,” you said.

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

You grabbed your things and headed to the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for bed. When you came out, you expected Hyuntak to be there, waiting for you to finish so he could use the bathroom. But he wasn’t.

“Hyuntak?” you called out.

No response. 

So, worriedly, you got dressed and left your room to go look for him. Part of you felt guilty knowing he probably left because of what happened this morning. How you weren’t able to address the elephant in the room, and how you basically shut him out. You went outside and called his name several times before finding him sitting by the water. 

“Hyuntak,” you said softly. 

You sat next to him on the sand, listening to the crash of the waves. It was like this for a while, neither of you knowing what to say. 

“I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to make it weird or anything,” he said, finally breaking the silence.

“It’s okay. I didn’t expect to be so close.”

And again, the sound of the crashing waves was the only sound between you two. 

“Y/n…”

You turned to face him. 

“I was going to tell you last night…But I didn’t know what to say,” he started. “I just don’t want to ruin our friendship by saying this.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, looking at his face.

“Ever since middle school, I don’t know…Maybe in 7th grade, it was like something changed. I viewed you in a different light. I mean, every time I watched you let your hair down, or saw you doing something you were passionate about, it changed. I started admiring you and liking you more than just my best friend. I’m in love with you.”

“Hyuntak…” you said while resting your hand on his face. 

You looked at his eyes, then flickered down to his lips. Without a doubt, you leaned in, closing the gap between you two. Pressing your lips against his, you felt him lean in as well. 

Pulling away, you smiled at him. “I’m in love with you, too.”

And again, he leaned in this time, closing the gap. This time, more comfortable and less raw. His hand moved to your neck, and this time the kiss lasted longer than the first. 

He smiled at you under the dark, his face only being lit by the moon. 

“I’m cold,” you whispered.

“Let’s go back.”

—

Though it was a short walk back to your room, you held Hyuntak’s hand the entire way, not letting go until you got to the room. He sat down on the edge of the bed, with you standing between his legs and both hands resting on your hips. 

“You’re so pretty,” he said. 

You smiled at him and wrapped your arms around his neck, engulfing him in a hug. He responded by wrapping his arms around your waist, and the two of you stayed like that for a while, holding each other close against one another.

a/n hiiiii this was very cliche using the typical bed sharing idea LOL i'm still setting my blog up but feel free to send requests!!!! i need ideas ~~

[shadowybananabread]

The concept of Sieun, Suho, and the Eunjang guys going to a haunted house together and Sieun being the only one not scared. Completely unfazed and almost bored. Suho, Baku, Gotak, and Juntae all screaming and clinging to each other, especially to Sieun. Everyone except Sieun looking pale and frazzled afterwards.

"Where should we eat?" Sieun asks quietly, turning to the group.

"....."

[almostwisegalaxy]

I'll Never Leave You

Weak hero class headcanon

First headcanon

Why they will NEVER Leave You? ┐⁠(⁠ ⁠˘⁠_⁠˘⁠)⁠┌

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°Yeon Si-eun

I'll never leave you. Because you are my fixed point.

You don't know what it's like to live with a war in your head. Every day, the hypotheses, the probabilities, the details. Everything is a battle. Not against others. Against myself.

But you, you are silence. You are calm. You are real.

You are the only place where I don't have to prove myself. I can just sit. Just that. And breathe. And hear you tell me, "You don't have to save the world today."

I love you like one clings to shore in a raging storm.

I'll never leave. Because without you, I'll get lost in the ocean.

°Ahn Su-ho

I'll never leave you. Because I need to believe there's something gentle in this world.

I'm tired. All the time. Not just in my body. In my head. In my soul.

I chase time, money, shattered dreams. I fight, I deliver, I grit my teeth. And I sleep in class because it's the only place I can stop without someone asking me why.

But when I see you, it's like I'm breathing for the first time. You expect nothing from me. You just want me to be. And that's all I can give.

I love you. In a simple way. Silent. Like flowing water.

I'll never leave you. Because you're the only person I still want to come home to.

°Oh Beom-seok

I'll never leave you. Because if I do, I'm afraid I'll never be loved again.

It's ugly, I know. To stay out of fear. To cling so tightly that I smother you. But you don't know what it's like to grow up in the shadow of others. To always be "not enough." Not funny enough. Not strong enough. Not a good enough "son". Not enough everything.

With you, I believed I was someone. Not an extra. Not a default choice. Someone.

I love you clumsily. Feverishly. Like holding a cracked glass, not wanting it to break.

I'll never leave you. Because without your gaze, I become transparent.

°Na Baek-jin

I'll never leave you. Because you're the only thing I can't control.

I was born to command. To lead. To organize fear like one arranges knives. My world is strategy, threat, obsession.

But you... you refuse to fit into my boxes. You disarm my logic. You blow up the walls I've spent a lifetime building. And through your eyes, I become a kid again. Not a leader. Just... a boy who's scared.

I love you the only way I know how: intensely, violently, like a torrential rain.

I'll never leave you. Because loving someone more than power only happens once.

°Park Hu-min (Baku)

I'll never leave you. Because you're the only person who hears my silence.

I make noise. I fight. I laugh loudly. I take up all the space. People think I'm invincible. But when things go wrong, I disappear. Not another word. Not another glance.

You never forced me to speak. You just sat there, beside my silence, and waited. Without resenting me. Without leaving.

I love you like a wolf loves its pack. Fiercely. Faithfully. Until death.

I'll never leave you. Because no matter how much they try to destroy me, as long as you're waiting, I'll get back up.

°Geum Seong-je

I'll never leave you. Because you're the only place where I don't destroy myself.

I am a storm. Moody, wild, unpredictable. I fight for a glance, I laugh at nothing. I am a walking chaos, undiagnosed, unguided. They call me sick, crazy, wild. Maybe they're right.

But you... you stay. You don't run when I scream. You don't flee when I collapse without tears.

You look at me as if I'm more than just a storm. As if I'm also the sky after.

I'll never leave you. Because you're the only place where I don't scare myself.

°Seo Jun-tae

I'll never leave you. Because you looked at me as if I had value.

I am invisible. An extra. The name people forget, the presence they tolerate. I learned not to make waves. Not to bother. To be silent.

But you, you asked me questions. You remembered my answers. You offered me an umbrella on a rainy day without me saying I was drenched.

I love you gently. With that gratitude that tightens the throat. On my knees, hands trembling.

I'll never leave you. Because you don't leave the first person who saves you without making a sound.

°Go Hyun-tak (Gotak)

I'll never leave you. Because you read my silences better than my words.

I don't speak. Not because I don't want to. Because I've forgotten how. Words escape me. Sentences hurt me. So I stay in gestures.

But you, you learned my invisible alphabet. You know that when I tie your shoelaces, it's because I'm afraid you'll fall. That when I cut the vegetables too small, it's because I'm thinking too loudly.

I love you without saying it. But I show you. Every day. Every gesture.

I'll never leave you. Because you're the only one who listens to me without me needing to speak.

***

And if one day, they doubted? If life hit too hard? If fear returned?

Then each of them would remember. That first hand held. That gaze that says, "I see you." That night without words but full of presence.

And they would stay. Because it's not easy love that saves. It's the one that returns. Again. And again.

The one that says:

I'm not leaving you.

Even when I could.

Even when I'm scared.

Even when you scream or run or break.

I'm not leaving you.

Because I love you like one loves a house ruined by years: with its cracks, its absences, its ghosts.

And I stay.

Always.

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