#sang wook

[seongwave]

⎙  » treating you

pairing : pyeon sang wook x female!reader

synopsis : sang wook refuse to get himself treated so you did.

warnings : mentions of wound and blood. cursing. lowercase. not proofread

a/n : from now on, please let me know if someone already did something similar to my fics so i could take it down and edit it ! don’t want to deal with plagiarism 😰

you overheard him declining the nurse who offered to treat his wounds. rudely declining her.

it takes a rude woman to deal with a rude man like him so you approached them. “give me those” you demanded.

handing the kit to you, she then walked away leaving the two of you. “we don’t need another corpse to bury. so take your damn shirt off”

with your cold look and voice, he sighed and took it off. resulting you gasping slightly as you observe the tape wrapped around his shoulder with dried blood in it”

“what on earth is this? are you psycho or what” you sighed, grabbing a scissors from the medkit, you cut the tape and thrown it in a bin beside you.

hearing his hiss as you cleaned the wound with a cotton you had soaked with alcohol, “a man who taped his wound so disgustingly can feel pain huh?”

you smirked hearing him groan in annoyance. “just treat it” he said. “fine” you rolled your eyes before continuing to clean the wound.

finally, you covered it with gauze. “there, old man” finishing it off with a tape that will secure the gauze.

“come here again for tomorrow, so i can change the gauze. i doubt our wonderful nurse would want to deal with your rude ass” you smiled at him, standing up and getting ready to leave.

you felt him grab your wrist, “thanks…” muttering.

“what was that” you teasingly asked, benting down to lean your face in his. “fuck off, i said” turning hsi head away.

“damn old man can’t even thank me properly” you pouted, “you’re welcome” you patted his head and walked away.

seongwave 2023

[dustska]

I love this man. I wonder how ppl treat selfshippers here, but I'll try my luck. several artworks with...

[friendsdontlieokay]

Dang dang dang dang dang dang dang sweet home season 2 is almost out and trust me when I say that I'm not exaggerating but I almost can't breathe fr. Just finished rewatching s1 in a single night and gosh the rollercoaster of emotions that just hit me! The webtoon has always been my sweet home, my first love and that's never gonna change, it's practically impossible but the Netflix adaption is pure gold and just chef's kiss. Can't wait anymore.

[teashh]

I am so glad the new kdramas are bringing back the specific brand of loser men. You know which brand I'm talking about. The Ahn "min min" Minhyuk brand of loser men and I'm loving it. The "I worship this goddess and I'm so in love with her and I can't believe I get to love her. Oh my gods I love her so much" brand of loser men. And we're being fed so well with lovely runner, love next door, no gain no love, my demon, Cinderella at 2am, Hierarchy, Midnight Romance in Hagwon, doctor slump, Queen of tears, welcome to samdal-ri and even good partner (yes it's one sided but the dedication and yuri's couple too).

We need more fictional loser men who worship women to satiate our eldest independent daughter desires.

[angelseraphines]

what k-drama should i watch next?? by association the one you guys choose is also the one i will be writing fanfictions for!!! i have started mr. sunshine and strangers from hell but i’m only at the beginning episodes, and i have had friends recommend my name and sweet home to me!! lmk!! 😇

honestly send requests for any characters from these shows because good chance i’ll watch them all!!

[calling-miya]

what matters most - pyeon sang-wook x reader

pairing: pyeon sangwook x reader

summary: He's avoiding you, but he won't admit that. You also won't press him on it.

word count: 1147

warnings: smoking

a/n: This is so embarrassing... i originally wrote this as a request without realizing I wrote about the wrong character. Still wanted to post this anyway because I like it. it happens to the best of us

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He’d been too focused on watching his cigarette smoke make designs in the air to notice you’d been standing at the bottom of the stairs for some time. He sat on the top step with his legs spread, grimacing. Then again, he always had some sort of a frown on his face. Like he was constantly deep in thought. Except this time, he actually was. 

Sangwook stiffened at your whistle. He finally noticed you standing at the bottom step, arms crossed and looking up at him unexpectedly.

“You must be pretty deep in thought to not notice I’ve been standing here,” you said, head tilting to the side as if to examine him further.

He looked down at you, unimpressed. You looked small from where he was sitting.

When he didn’t end up answering, you pressed your lips together in frustration. You hadn’t known him for a long time, but you had almost died together on numerous occasions. You learned his tell pretty quickly.

You climbed the remaining steps and took your seat at his side like usual, dusting off your legs and folding your hands together in your lap. 

“So,” you said casually. “Are you hiding from me?”

He quickly sucked in the remainder of his cigarette before dropping it on the step below him, smudging it out with his shoe. You watched him do this with some sort of innate fascination - he didn’t like how you always watched him like that. Like you were expecting some grand maneuver, or something.

Eventually he realized that the silence was too overbearing for even him. He’d always been the listener between the two of you. He almost laughed at the realization. He’d become uncomfortable with the silence he used to rely on. It seems like it had been that way ever since the two of you had met.

“There’s nothing wrong,” he said. He seemed to hesitate before adding, “I’m not hiding from you.”

“I hope that’s true,” you continued. “Then again… you’re not a good liar.”

Sangwook huffed, slightly embarrassed at how you knew him so well already. “You think you know me so well when we’ve only known each other for such a short time.”

You sighed and bumped your shoulder with his. “Even now, you’re being more prickly. So that means I’m right.” You looked at him expectedly. 

Another minute of silence. This time, Sangwook was determined not to break his resolve.

You stretched your foot out in front of you, if anything to distract you from the awkward tension. “I don’t think you’ll tell me what’s wrong,” you admitted. “And I don’t really want to ask.”

So don’t, he bit back his words.

You contemplated for a moment. What kind of words could you say to a man like him without… scaring him off? You chuckled dryly at the thought of it. You two had faced a handful of grotesque, disturbing monsters and yet the thing to scare him would be vulnerability. That was okay - it scared you too. It’s why you wouldn’t ask.

“Do you think…” you started, biting the inside of your cheek. “If none of this happened. I mean, if monsters didn’t show up and it wasn’t the end of the world as we know it…” You hesitated before continuing. “Do you think if you saw me on the street, you’d notice?”

He turned to you, confused, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

“I mean if we met under different circumstances,” you continued. Your demeanor seemed relaxed, but in reality, you wanted to hit yourself for even bringing it up. “Do you think we would’ve met?”

Sangwook turned away from you then, regretting that he smudged out his cigarette. Now his hands had nothing to do. “...No. We wouldn’t have.”

You frowned.

“We would never find ourselves in the same place,” he explained. 

“...What do you mean?” You asked.

“You…” He didn’t know exactly how to say what he was thinking. “You’re too pretty.”

A smile grew on your face slowly. Then suddenly, you laughed- maybe in astonishment. “What?”

“Don’t laugh,” he chided, but more so in a playful manner than a strict one.

“I’m not!” You cleared your throat, biting back your chuckle. “I’m not. I just… wasn’t expecting that. We wouldn’t have met because I’m too pretty?”

“Yes,” he replied simply.

Another moment of silence passed between you. 

“...How would that mean we wouldn’t have met?”

He shifted his sitting position. His hands felt clammy - he shouldn’t have said anything at all. But then again, you had the tendency to disarm him at times. “Because it’s true,” he doubled down. “You sure as hell wouldn’t be found anywhere near a construction site.”

You looked at him in confusion. 

Sangwook shook his head with finality. “We wouldn’t have met.”

You took your bottom lip between your teeth and shrugged. “I don’t know,” you chuckled awkwardly. “I’m pretty good with a hammer.”

He turned and looked at you then - really looked at you. He watched as your eyes widened at his intense gaze. How you sort of seemed to lean towards him unconsciously, trusting. You waited for him to say something but nothing came to his mind. Everything he wanted to say was right in front of him.

But who was he to admit that?

“It’s useless to talk about things like that,” he said. “It’s wishful thinking.”

“I thought you liked me because of my optimism,” you said slowly, trying to lighten the mood but unable to keep the disappointment from your tone. “Do you really think that?” You asked, voice quiet. “That we’re really so different?”

He didn’t answer.

You huffed and looked away. “That’s really surprising. We’ve seen each other covered in sweat and blood, and you’re still thinking about status…” You picked at your fingernails. “You’ve seen what I can do. I’ve seen what you can do. Isn’t that what really matters?” You didn’t even care you were being a bit hypocritical. You thought he knew you better than that. Or - that you knew him better than that.

Sangwook couldn’t think of an argument for what you had just said, even if he tried. He just stared at you in surprise.

Suddenly, you pushed yourself up from where you were sitting. “I’m sorry for bothering you…” You didn’t really mean it. And he knew that.

Bother me more, he wanted to say. Bother me all the time.

“But I hope you know…” you started to say. The way the sun was setting made you look like you were glowing. It made Sangwook’s chest feel tight. “..That I would’ve noticed you before all of this. Even if it were just in passing.”

He watched as you turned away and descended the stairs. He didn’t follow you, or call out to you. Because that’s not the kind of man he was. And you weren’t his. 

Even if you thought you were.

part 2

[meaniemace]

FEAR

(as always requests are open and masterlist is pinned)

Pyeon sang-wook x GN! reader

Warnings: mentions of blood and wounds, mentions of death, a tiny kiss at the end.

Notes: thanks to my pooks @il-i-sam for helping me edit this, I wrote this at school and it was really rushed and had grammatical mistakes! You're amazing MWAH MWAH MWAH!

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Pyeon sang-wook was always a man of few words and actions. He always believed relationships to be unimportant. Especially now.

Sometimes, he didn't want friendships either. He liked being alone, at least most of the time.

There had been times when he'd thought of getting up and joining the others during "dinner" but he was afraid. Afraid of what they saw him as. A monster, a murderer.

So even if he actually wanted a friendship (or more), he didn't have anywhere to start. Well, that's not entirely true. But again, he was afraid. Of what? He wasn't sure either.

But he knew that you'd be his starting point. Though he didn't know how long he had, since he never showed any signs of accepting your silent invitation to a friendship. You'd been there for him since he joined the group, everyone was afraid of him, made remarks about his scars.

But you didn't. You never said anything bad about him, he even heard you defend him once. You'd defended him multiple times. He just happened to have heard you once.

..

"Oh my god... I can't stand seeing his face. It looks so scary... Who knows what it's from?" The lady with the dog had said.

He'd heard her, but just as he was about to get up and leave, he heard you too.

"With all due respect. You don't know what it's from. And you shouldn't judge. You're a full grown adult woman. And yet you still make assumptions based on someone's appearance." It was what you had said to her.

He left after hearing that. A small smile formed on his face, which he forced down after realising.

..

Right now it was dinner time, he had stopped eating with everyone a while ago. He didn't mind not eating, but you did. You'd always get him a plate and find him, wherever he was.

He was sitting in the grave room, staring at the ground, when you walked in. You walked over and kneeled down in front of him, handing him his food. You had learned not to try to start a conversation, he wasn't much of a talker. You noticed.

You sat by him, leaving enough space for him to be comfortable. And started to eat.

Imagine your surprise when you heard his voice. Directed towards you. "Why don't you hate me? Like everyone else. I don't need pity."

You shook your head and moved closer. "I don't pity you. I know you can handle yourself. I just cannot stand seeing people be treated in a way they don't deserve. And you don't deserve to be seen as a scary murderer. Even if you don't think that."

He raised a brow at your words, still not looking at you. "I murdered someone. With a hammer right in front of you." He pointed out the obvious.

You turned fully towards him, placing your food down and sitting crisscross. "Most people here are scared of you because they believe the man you killed was innocent."

Now interested in where this was going, he turned his upper body to face you. "And you don't?" He questioned.

"I've lived here since I was little. I remember when he moved in, when my mum sent me to bring him a cake as a welcome gift, and when I found his door open and walked inside that room..." You hoped he'd understand; you hoped he'd seen the room, and you didn't have to explain.

And based on his reaction, he did. His eyes widened—the most obvious showcase of emotions you've ever seen from him.

"I've never run out of a room faster in my life." You chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. But he just shook his head.

He was glad someone understood him. You stood up. Stretching. "You should eat." You pointed out before going towards the door, but before you exited, you turned back. "Oh, and if you ever need anyone to talk to, it shouldn't be too hard to find me."

..

About a week passed, and he did talk to you almost every day. Even though they were just general chats, it felt good for him to be able to talk freely to someone again.

Right now, you sat there, talking about what you did before this whole ordeal.

Well, more like him hearing you talk. But he didn't mind; he loved listening to your stories.

But your talking was cut short by a terrible screech coming from the hall, accompanied by Su Yeong's screaming.

Immediately, you stood up and rushed over, seeing Mr. Han shooting at the spider like monster that was chasing the young girl. You rushed and picked her up. "Come on!"

You shouted to Mr. Han, who followed you as fast as he could in his wheelchair.

You ran down a ramp, but Mr. Han's wheelchair got stuck, and he fell off of it. You placed Su-Yeong down and told her to go into the room where you previously were with Sang-Wook.

She wanted to help Mr. Han, but you assured her that you'd help him, and she rushed off into the room. You heard her crying to Sang-Wook. Asking for his help.

You spun around on your heel and bent down, helping Mr. Han back into his wheelchair. You ushered him inside the room as well. As soon as he entered the room, the monster quickly jumped on you, stabbing one of its legs into your torso.

You screamed out in pain, but you fought back as much as you could. But the pain was unbearable. You were about to pass out, and the last thing you saw was Cha Hyun-Soo coming to your rescue, and you heard Su-Yeong screaming, everyone else gasping, and Sang-Wook calling out to you. Then it all went black.

Once you regained consciousness, you saw Yu-ri sitting next to you, patching you up.

"Oh, you're up. How are you feeling?" She asked as she finished up her work on your wound.

"Could be better. What happened?" She patted your shoulder, told you about how Hyun-Soo had killed the monster, and assured you that everyone was safe.

You let out a sigh of relief, closing your eyes for a moment before opening them again. But you were met with a different face.

Sang-wook was sitting in Yu-ri's place, and you heard the door close. He looked genuinely worried, which made you smile and sit up. With his help, you managed to rest your back on the wall behind you.

"What were you thinking, huh? You could've died." He didn't sound angry at all. You simply placed a hand on his arm and answered.

"I could have, yes. But I would've been fine with it as long as Su-Yeong and Mr. Han didn't." He groaned at your response and sat next to you on the makeshift bed. Placing his hands on either side of you.

"You might have been okay with it. But I wouldn't." You went to speak, but he hushed you. "Listen to me. Never do something that stupid again."

You smirked and leaned closer. "And why do you care?" He scowled at you slightly. And without a verbal answer, he placed his lips on yours.

You were taken aback; you didn't expect it at all. But you weren't complaining. You've been spending a lot of time together. You would be lying if you said you hadn't developed some kind of feeling for the man.

"Is that a good enough reason for me to care?" He asked. He didn't have his usual cold and emotionless demeanour this time. He looked genuinely concerned, worried, and happy at the same time.

"It is." You said, and hugged the man.

This was an outcome you wouldn't have expected at all. Not the bad kind, though.

[soneblomsblog]

Pyeon Sang-wook x reader

In the dimly lit corridors of the apartment building, Pyeon Sang-wook often found solace in the shadows. However, amidst the chaos and the monstrous transformations, a different kind of turmoil brewed within him – an unfamiliar emotion that echoed through the chambers of his conflicted heart.

One day, as he encountered you, a spark ignited in his eyes. Your kindness, your warmth, it pierced through the darkness that had become his reality. Yet, a fear lingered beneath the surface – the fear that someone as extraordinary as you could never have the same feelings growing within him.

Late one evening, he found himself alone with you, the soft glow of a flickering lantern casting a gentle ambiance. The vulnerability in his eyes betrayed the fears that haunted him. "I've always been the monster," he confessed, his voice a hesitant murmur.

You looked at him with genuine understanding, a kindness that further fueled his trepidation. "You're not a monster to me," you reassured, your sincerity reaching the depths of his tortured soul.

As the conversation unfolded, Pyeon Sang-wook's defenses crumbled. He shared the fragments of his past, the darkness that had consumed him, and the unexpected light that you brought into his life. With each word, he couldn't shake the fear that you, too, would be repulsed by the monster within.

"I see you, Pyeon Sang-wook, the person beyond the shadows. And I like what I see you're not a monster your human just like me," you confessed, your gaze unwavering. Cupping his face in your hands leaning up and giving him a kiss which surprised both of you. Face turning red as you pulled away.

In that moment, something shifted within him. The fear of rejection transformed into a tentative hope, a realization that maybe, just maybe, someone could accept him for who he truly was. As the night unfolded, Pyeon Sang-wook allowed himself to believe in the possibility of love

[hermionejacobs]

We do love a creepy psycho                                     ☆𝓴-𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖒𝖆 𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓☆

[image description: a set of gifs that shows six characters from various korean dramas. there's lee rang in his iconic red suit in tale of the nine-tailed. then there’s gangster sang-wook from sweet home, young gang-jae from the drama my name and yun-oh, the serial killer from somebody. I’ve also added seo moon-jo of strangers from hell and my beloved psycho gwi-nam from all of us are dead. end of description.]

[darlingdimplepie]

Where are the Pyeon Sang-Wook fanfics at?!? I need MORE of him!

[staysinvegas]

2023 dramas have really changed my perspective of what I find attractive.

Me: I don't really find "older men" that attractive yknow like I'd prefer someone my a-

This mf:

Me: I don't like dense characters. Especially if they're also super possessive like talk-

This mf:

Me: Alright red flags are fine but I cross the line at betraying friends that's just-

This mf:

Me: I don't like characters whose entire personality is being a bully like get a li-

This mf:

Me: ..........ok

[biotris-uwu]

☆「— ɪ'ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ...」

☆「— ғᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ?」

☆「— ғᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ...」

ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ - ᴇʏᴇᴅʀᴇss₊ ⊹⋆.˚☆

[rottensttein]

jaewook sketch

[anditendshowyoudexpect]

now if that doesn't remind me of the other three idiots, an American-Joseon man, a Japanese-Joseon man and a handsome Joseon man

[calling-miya]

Honesty is Policy - Pyeon Sang-wook x Reader

pairing: Pyeon Sang-wook x Reader

summary: You don't speak Korean fluently. Sang-wook doesn't speak English. But there are many ways to communicate without words.

word count: 1,026

warnings: mentioned suicide, suicidal thoughts/ideation

a/n: italics means it's being spoken in Korean.

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You stood in front of him, hands stuffed in your pockets. Clammy and cold, yet itching to fiddle with something. Your fingers find purchase in the rise of the bottom of your pocket from where it's stitched to your pants.

As if only noticing you then - which had happened to become a strange habit between the two of you - he blinked slowly and moved aside to make room for your to sit.

You took the invitation kindly and sank down next to him, weary with exhaustion. The further you make it in this world, the less chance you have of surviving further. That was made sure of - you witnessed an argument between residents about sharing food.

You rubbed your shoulder, dazed with the events of the day. He noticed you lost in thought.

But before he could ask, you do instead: "Are you okay?"

One of his eyebrows pitched up momentarily. He nodded. "Your Korean is getting better."

All you could make out was Korean and it sounded positive, so you smiled at him. "Thank you," you said. You knew the basics. How to refer to yourself, to others. To women and men. Thank You and Help. But you were essentially a toddler with how you had to point to things. You also didn't know how to read Korean, since nobody spoke English enough to explain the lettering system. It was a lot of repetition. "But you didn't answer my question," you continued in English, frowning. You poked at the ground with your foot.

Even if Sang-wook couldn't understand your words, he could very well read your body language. He frowned. "Are you okay?"

You shrugged. "I'm just tired. Have you ever thought about ending it all?"

He stared at you blankly, ever so intently listening but not understanding.

"Because I do. All the time," you said simply. "And I know that I don't want to turn into one of them. But what if that urge... The urge to die... What if that's what makes me into one of them? I don't want to become one. I don't want to live like that. But I know I can't live like this anymore."

You dropped your head against his shoulder, winded. He tensed.

Slowly, he spoke. "I don't know why you stay around me. We don't understand each other..." He considered for a moment. "But I think your reason is the same as mine. You don't like being around the others. Don't like putting... on a front." It was the most honest he'd been about himself thus far. "We don't lie to each other. Can't lie if we don't get what we're saying."

He angled his head towards yours, still on his shoulder. "You're the most honest person I know."

The sun was setting. His thigh was pressed against yours. His voice was soft. Nothing else mattered.

"Maybe," you started, chuckling to yourself. "Maybe we could teach each other some things." You pointed at yourself - his eyes followed. "Teacher."

He rose an eyebrow. "Teacher? You?"

You turned to him, grinning. "Teacher... I teacher you. We can teach each other."

Sang-wook seemed mildly confused but seemed to get the gist of it. "Oh... You want to teach me how to speak English?"

You recognized a lot of the words. "I think so. Yes."

"So you meant 'teach.'" He smiled slightly. "Alright. I'll bite."

"Like this," you said and pointed. To the orange hues and wrong-flying birds. You repeated it again, looking at him in a once-glance, two. His eyes didn't leave you. "That's the sky. Sky. Sky."

He narrowed his eyes at you before following your gesture. Looked to the sky. "...Sky."

"Yeah," you repeated. Dropped your hand. "That's the sky."

Sang-wook stared out at it for a beat longer. "For me, it's the sky."

You slowly repeated his inflection. A smile poked at the corner of his lips. "Sky," you said. It was strange for a one syllable word to become two. But it was soft and quite fitting for the image. "Sky, sky, sky, sky."

Your eyes stayed stuck on the clouds His eyes stayed stuck on you.

"What about..." You tutted, looking around absentmindedly. "Oh!" You exclaimed and reached for his hand. It rose to meet you like he was being puppeted. "And this is my hand," You flexed his fingers. "Hand." You dragged your own across his palm, his lifelines, a fortune. "Hand."

He exhaled shakily. Then cringed inwardly at how soft he was being. "Ah, that's pathetic of me..."

"Pathetic?" You asked, raising your joined hands together.

"No!" He was quick to deny. "Ah, no. It's 'hand'. Hand, hand." He wiggled his fingers for you. "Hand."

Then, slowly, Sang-wook balled them up into his palms. "... And this.. is a fist."

He stared at it, unmoving. Having a whole conversation in his mind. For the oddest reason, you felt like you understood what he was saying silently more than either English OR Korean.

"Fist..." you repeated thoughtfully. "Fist. I get it."

You got what he was trying to say, even if he didn't. He was grateful.

But then you glided your fingers around his fist, feeling out the ridges of his scraped knuckles and healed scars. You were suddenly intimately aware of your closeness - so you didn't make it an effort to look at him directly. You just kept your eyes and attention on his hand.

He worried that if you looked any closer, you'd see he was shaking slightly. Or shivering. He couldn't tell if he was hot or cold. Not when he was next to you. Next to you it was all of those things, but also none of those things, because all he could focus on was you, of course.

How could you look at him like that? How could you just look at the worst parts of him like that with admiration?

How could he explain any of this to you?

Was there a word for that in your language?

The next day he'd teach you the first three numbers in Korean. Then you'll do the same in English. And soon enough, with enough time, maybe you'd find that word.

[mysblog]

For those who are looking for a thriller, non-romance, lowkey psychological drama to watch.

Bros just trust me.

Recently I've watched the drama Bloodhounds. Great plot, great characters as well as chemistry between the characters. Escalates real quick and you'll fall head first into it. Literary watched it within a day.

I could literally rant a whole ass year about Weak hero class 1. Similar to Bloodhound its full of action and mostly about fighting but you fall deep for it. The characters and their development are amazing. Tho the end might kill you.

Blind is a must-watch. No words to waste. Just watch it to find your inner peace. Thank you.