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a little jealousy | keeho

summary: after having your heart broken by your ex fwb that you caught feelings for, your best friend convinces you to venture out and date again. too bad your ex fwb wont let you.

pairing: keeho x reader

genre/warning: fwb to lovers, fluff, smut (oral (female receiving), handjob, p in v, unprotected sex, lots of dirty talk from keeho), a little bit of angst if you squint, reader has social anxiety and has a panic attack, keeho is a little bit of an asshole in the beginning, he also calls reader baby a lot, drinking and partying, one stupid drunk guy

word count: 6.8k

note: my first p1harmony fic! with my bias of course. i also tried something new and added texts in with the story, and i kind of like it.

"come on (y/n). it'll be fun."

you look over at your room mate yunjin as she prances around your shared living room. she had just gotten back from her shift at the cafe on campus where she found out that there was a party on friday and she wanted to go. she was trying to convince you to go, but so far she hadn't had any luck.

it wasn't that you didn't like to party. being friends with yunjin, you found yourself going to more parties than you ever thought possible. you were just having issues doing anything social as of late, specifically partying. especially since partying is what got you into your mess.

"about as fun as me slamming my head into a wall."

"babe. as your best friend, i mean this with the most respect, you need to get over keeho."

you glare at her as she mentions his name. yoon keeho. your good friend turned fwb. it happened at a party three months ago. the two of you got too drunk and slept together. except instead of pretending it never happened, you two instead decided to keep it going. without the relationship that is.

it was keeho's idea. no strings attached. no feelings. which exactly what you thought you needed. that was until the lines became a little too blurred for you. you stopped seeing him as your friend. obviously he didn't feel the same way when you told him this, which you completely expected. but it hurt you all the same. and here you were two weeks later wishing the last three months never happened.

"im working on it." you snap, throwing your phone next to you and ignoring the message that came from mark.

yunjin was the one who convinced you to start talking with him. he was sweet and treated you well enough. even when you said you weren't looking for anything relationship wise at the moment. the only problem is he wasn't keeho. you wanted to slap yourself for thinking that.

"i know, babes." she sits next to you on the couch. "i think this may help though."

"you said that theo is throwing it." you deadpan. he was one of keeho's best friends.

"and what better way to prove that you've moved on then by going to his party." she told you. "you could also invite mark."

you met her gaze before letting out a sigh. you knew that she had a point. you needed to get over him because you know that he isn't interested in dating. he's only told you that a million times. it was your fault you didn't listen.

"fine." you jump when yunjin screams in excitement. "but you're buying me food after."

"deal."

"are you sure mark doesn't mind me riding with you two?"

you roll your eyes as you finish applying you lip gloss. you shove it into the pocket because your too lazy to carry a bag before turning to yunjin. she was laying on your bed scrolling through her phone. she had already finished getting ready and was just waiting on you.

"jin, he's the one that offered you a ride. of course he's okay with it."

before she could respond to you, your phone dinged from the night stand. you reach over and grab it to reveal a message from mark.

"he's downstairs."

you do one last once over of yourself before you head out of your room. yunjin locked the apartment before you two headed downstairs.

"i can't wait to see that asshole's reaction to you. maybe he'll realize what an idiot he is."

you look down at your outfit. you were wearing a short jean skirt along with a black tube top that exposed your stomach. you also had a gold body chain across your stomach. yunjin picked out the outfit- not that you minded. you were just scared you were showing too much skin.

"it's not to much, is it?"

"it's just enough." she answered immediately. "you look so good. you're lucky i don't swing the other way."

"shut up." you laugh as you two exit the building. you notice mark standing next to his car. you walk up first, smiling in greeting.

"ladies." he greets with a smile. "you chariot awaits."

yunjin gets in the back seat once she's close enough. you make your way to mark who was in front of the passenger's side. you tried not to stiffen when he pulled you into a friendly hug.

"you look amazing." mark tells you as you pull away.

"thank you. you do as well."

mark opens the door, allowing you to get into the car. the three of you chat as he drives you guys to the party at theo's place. well, it was more like his parent's place that theo uses for parties when they're not renting it out.

by the time you got there, the party was in full swing. cars lined the street as music came from the house. you got out of the car right as yunjin walked over to you.

"im going to split up so you can have fun with mark." she wiggled her eyebrows at you. "text me if you need me."

mark moved next to your side as yunjin disappeared into the crowd. he did tell you that his friends were here as well, so he lead you that direction. of course stopping to get the two of you drinks first. you found his friends in the living room sitting on the couches. mark introduced you to them as you sat next to him. he didn't waste any time throwing his arm around your shoulder.

you listened to them talk, inputting when you wanted to. they were all nice enough, but your thoughts drifted to keeho's friends. you had gotten used to hanging around them, and these guys didn't feel the same. but you doubt that any of his friends wanted to hang out with you anymore now that you and keeho weren't on talking terms.

you felt you phone buzz in your pocket causing you to shift in your seat. you pull out your phone thinking that yunjin was messaging you but to your surprise it wasn't her. it was in fact someone you never thought you would message again.

we'll see about that? what the hell was that supposed to mean. you look around, trying to see if you could find keeho or any of his friends. you frown when you didn't see anyone.

you also couldn't understand why he was messaging you about that. he was the one who ended things, not you. so why he was messaging you was a complete mystery.

you roll your eyes, choosing to not let it bother you. you put your phone back in your pocket before turning back to the conversation. that was until you noticed that your drink was empty. you told mark you were going to fix you another one.

you pushed past the many bodies as you make your way to the kitchen. thankfully, its not as busy as the rest of the house. you fix your drink before taking a breath of relief. even after all of these parties, you still never got used to them. you started out fine, but eventually your anxiety would start messing with you. normally, you would have yunjin, or keeho, to help you. but you didn't know where yunjin was, and you weren't talking to keeho.

all of a sudden, an arm wrapped around you- effectively scaring you. you jumped before turning, meeting a pair of warm brown eyes. the eyes of the man you were trying, and failing, to forget.

"miss me?"

"get off of me." you shrug his arm off before stepping away from him. you took a quick second to look him over, and god if he didn't look even better than he did the last time you saw him. he also wore the same smirk that he almost always had when he was with you.

"don't be like that, baby." you glare at the sweet tone of his voice.

"don't be like what?" you questioned. "i'm just following your request. what was it? oh right. stay away from you."

you watch as keeho too a deep sigh, and if you didn't know any better, you saw regret sweep past his emotions. but before he could say anything, someone calling your name got your attention. you turn to see mark making his way towards you, saving you from having to deal with keeho any longer.

you turned away as mark greeted keeho, so you missed the clench of keeho's jaw when mark's eyes were off of him. or the way that his eyes tracked mark's every movement, especially when mark got close to you. you only turned back when mark stood next to you, his hand on you lower back as he bent down to speak to you.

"yunjin was looking for you. she wanted to see if you were ready to go."

you nodded, turning away without giving keeho a second glance. "let's go. i'm hungry anyway."

you let out a tired sigh, pushing your hair back behind your ears as you continued to stock the shelves of the grocery store you work at. you made sure your headphone was hidden, the low music soothing you as you did your job.

you pass a glance at your phone, seeing that your shift was almost over. only thirty more minutes. you bend back down to grab more product when you heard someone walk up behind you.

you stiffened, knowing it was probably a customer looking for something. you turned with a small smile, but quickly dropped it when you found keeho standing in front of you. it had been nearly two weeks since you last talked to him.

"what the hell do you want?"

keeho's jaw dropped in mock shock. "now, that isn't any way to talk to a paying customer."

"paying customer, my ass." you scoff before turning back to your work. you thought he would leave since you were clearly ignoring him, but he continued to stand there. you let out a huff of air as you turned back towards him. "can i help you? or are you just trying to make me smack you with a can of peas?"

"you still get off in thirty minutes?" keeho asked.

"what's it to you?" you ask, hating that he still had your schedule memorized.

keeho turned before starting to walk away. you thought he was going to ignore your question, but he looked back over his shoulder with a smile. "i'll see you when you get off."

you roll your eyes as you watched his retreating figure before going back to work. for someone who told you to leave him alone, he sure did a shit job with following that.

you finished unpacking the box you were working on before going to clock out. you go over to your locker, opening it and throwing in your badge before putting on your hoodie. you grab your bag, slinging it over your shoulders before leaving the break room.

you nodded your head to some of the workers as you left. you didn't see any sign of keeho, so you assumed he left. that was until he showed up right in front of you, nearly making you run into him.

"are you hungry?" he asked, looking down at you.

"no." you lied. keeho scoffed at your answer.

"liar." he accused. "i know you don't eat before your shifts because coming makes you nervous, and it makes you sick if you eat before."

you stood there for a moment just staring at him. you didn't understand how he knew all of these things about you. it's not like you ever told him, or anyone else for that matter, what he just told you.

"come on." he grabbed your hand, pulling you to walk next to him. "there's this really good food truck a few blocks from here. they have great tacos."

you were quiet, allowing him to pull you along with him. you don't know why you were entertaining him. maybe you just enjoyed hurting yourself making yourself spend time with someone your completely in love with- someone who also doesn't want you.

once the two of you got to the small park, keeho led you to the sitting area. he made you sit down before he went to get you two some food. he didn't even ask what you wanted, and you had the feeling that was because he knew exactly what you wanted.

you feel your phone buzz in your pocket. you pull it out to see a text from yunjin.

you put your phone down when you heard keeho walk up to you. he set down two sets of boxes along with some drinks. you quietly thanked him as the two of you started to eat. and of course, he got you exactly what you would've gotten yourself.

"so, not that i'm complaining, because i absolutely am." keeho chuckled at your words. "but why am i here?"

"i can't come and check on you?" he asked.

you swallowed your food before looking at him. "you already know the answer to that."

"i'm not going to lie." keeho started. "i acted like an asshole."

"at least you're a self aware asshole."

"i shouldn't have acted like that. i know an apology doesn't mean much to you, but i am sorry. and i would like to try to make it up to you." you finally met keeho's gaze. you saw the regret that you saw at the party, but this time it didn't go away.

"how do you plan on making it up to me?" you ask.

"by being the best damn friend you ever had." he answered. you felt your heart drop at his answer, but you tried to not let it affect you. the quicker you learned that he doesn't feel the same, the better. "by the time i'm done, you'll be begging me to be your best friend instead of yunjin."

"i'm gonna tell her you said that."

"please don't." for the first time, you laugh at him. he held out his hand for you to shake. "so, what do you say? friends?"

you look at him for a moment before shrugging. you shake his hands. "friends, but i'm not going to make it easy. i'm hard to please."

"i won't let you down. not again."

the next time you saw keeho was at another party later that week, except it was him who brought you this time. this was only after him begging you for the past few days. the two of you started texting again, and as much as you hated to admit, you missed messaging him. before he was you fwb, he was a good friend to you over the past year. you missed his silly texts at weird hours.

currently, you along with keeho, yunjin, and theo were in the kitchen. you were perched on the counter, drink in hand while you and keeho watch yunjin and theo argue about which horror movie is the best.

"everyone knows that the exorcist is a classic." yunjin argues, slinging her arm causing alcohol to sling out of her cup.

"it's a shitty classic is what it is." theo tells her which causes her to let out a loud gasp. you let out a chuckle as you take a sip of your drink. keeho moves over, draping his arm over your legs so they weren't as exposed.

suddenly, yunjin turns her attention to the two of you. "what do you two think?"

"my favorite is nightmare on elm street." you answer first.

"of course you think a killer with kitchen knives and a christmas sweater is good." keeho spoke up. "you have horrible taste in movies."

"i do not." you argue, pushing him away from you. that didn't last long as keeho moved back to the same position he was before. "its fucking better than friday the 13th."

"apologize to me. right now." you laughed at his behavior.

you quickly turn back to yunjin and theo as they continued their argument. you met yujnin's gaze for a moment. you gave her a small nod, not forgetting your previous conversation.

she expressed a couple of times how worried she was that you were back to being his friend knowing that you still had feelings for him. you understood where she was coming from, but you still reassured her that you would be okay. that was until she asked you one question that you didn't answer. if he said he had feelings for you, would you choose to be with him.

you didn't need to answer her because the both of you already knew the answer- yes.

you shifted your weight, moving away from keeho before jumping off the counter. "i have to use the bathroom."

once keeho gave you a nod, he took your drink before you left the group. you made your way upstairs to where theo's locked room was. all of you knew the code, so you all could use his bathroom which was a lot cleaner than the one downstairs. you had just turned the corner when you ran into someone.

"i'm sorry." you apologize, looking over the man you didn't know. you figured he was a student and moved to go around him, but he moved to block you from moving down the hallway.

"what's a pretty little thing like yourself doing all alone?" you rolled your eyes at the stupid question.

"ignoring idiots like you. now move." you were able to move around him, but he moved to grab your wrist.

you turned to look at him with a look of anger. anger that was quickly turning into fear. there wasn't anyone around you on the second floor, and this guy was easily twice your weight. you knew he was probably harmless. just a drunk guy wanting to have some fun. but your mind kept going to the worst possible scenario like it normally does is causing you to panic.

"let me go."

"what's in it for me?" he asked with a smile. you opened your mouth to answer him, but your voice got caught in your throat. instead you tried to pull away from him again, but his grip tightened. "don't be like that."

you felt yourself panic even more. you didn't know what to do. you couldn't scream. no one would hear you with the music blasting from downstairs. you felt trapped. that was before your wrist was snatched away from his grip.

you watch in shock as keeho pushed the guy up against the wall. "do we have a problem here?"

"n-no." the guy stuttered, blinking quickly as he sobered up. "we were just talking."

keeho met your gaze. tears threatened to fall as your breathing sped up. he could tell that you were moments away from having a panic attack. he looked back to the guy.

"don't ever go near my girl again."

"okay. i'm sorry." keeho let him go, watching as he stumbled away before he turned back to you.

he immediately pulled you into his arms as he led you towards theo's room. he helped you sit down on the bed before he knelt in front of you. he had helped you through a couple of these, so he was familiar with helping you.

he gently grabbed your face, causing you to meet his gaze. he spoke slow and clearly, so you could understand him. "you're okay. nothing's going to happen to you now that i'm hear, okay?"

you let out a choked sob as you nodded. you burried your head in his neck as he pulled you into his arms. his hand running soothing circles as he tried to calm you down.

"i'm sorry."

"don't apologize, baby." he whispered. "i'm hear for you. i'm not going anywhere."

you don't know how long the two of you were like that, but once you calmed down mostly, you realized the position keeho was in. "you can't be comfortable like this."

"all i care about is your comfort." he answered.

you blushed at his comment before you pulled away from him. you wipe at your face as you avoid eye contact with him. that felt different than the other times he help you. normally, he would just sit next to you, rubbing your back. but this time, he held you. he's never done that, and you didn't know how you felt about that. it also didn't help that the air between the two of you felt different- heavier.

keeho stood up, going to the bathroom to get you some water. he sat next to you as you drank the entire glass. he waited until you were done before talking to you. "are you okay?"

you nod your head, not trusting your voice. you were still shaking, but it was starting to go away. all that was left was embarrassment and exhaustion.

"do you want me to take you home?"

"please."

he pulled out his phone, sending a quick text to yunjin before standing up. he helped you up, holding you as you were a little unsteady. that was when he bent down, allowing you to jump on his back, so he could carry you out of the house. you did as he said, jumping onto his back and hiding your face in his shoulder.

he carried you out of the house and to his car. he helped you in, even going as far as buckling your seatbelt before getting into the driver's side. the two of you drove to your place in a peaceful quiet, the only noise was the radio softly playing.

once he parked, you moved to get out of the car, but keeho stopped you. he walked over to your side, placing his arms under your knees and behind your back before lifting you up. you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to ignore the blush climbing up your neck.

"kee, i'm okay to walk."

"i know you are." he told you. "but i'm still going to take care of you."

he carried you up to your apartment, taking the key from you and unlocking the door. he walked you to your room, skipping the bed and bringing you to the bathroom. he sat you down on the counter before standing in front of you.

"take off your makeup while i get you some clothes, okay." you nodded your head, watching as he walked off before getting off of the counter.

while you wiped off your makeup, you tried to wrap your head around what all of this meant. you didn't understand what keeho was trying to do. he's never done this before, even when you were fwb. you just hoped that he was doing this because he wanted to, and because he felt like he had to.

keeho stuck his head in silently, handing you the clothes before leaving you again. not bothering to shut the door, you quickly changed into the small shorts and oversized shirt before stepping out of the bathroom.

keeho wasn't in your room, but you could hear him in the kitchen, so you knew he was still here. you pulled back the covers of you bed before slipping in. it wasn't long before keeho came back in your room with a glass of water and your medication that you take for your anxiety.

"thank you for doing this." you mumbled as you took your medication.

"you don't have to thank me." he told you, running his hand through your hair. "is there anything else you need?"

"can you stay the night?" you ask before you could think about it, but before you could take it back, he nodded his head.

"of course."

he got off the bed, pressing a kiss to your forehead before moving over to your closet where he knew you still had some of his clothes. you laid down, turning your back while he got changed. the light turned off before he moved to lay next to you.

and just like every other time he's spent the night, his arm wrapped around you before pulling you into him. your back pressed against his front as his leg was tucked between yours. his face is pressed against your neck as his arm moves up, resting his hand on your chest.

"why do you do that?" you ask quietly.

"do what baby?"

"your arm." you clarify. "why do you put it there?"

keeho was quiet for a moment, leading you to think he wouldn't answer, but his answer came a moment later. "so i can feel your heartbeat and make sure you don't have a panic attack."

you felt all air leave your lungs at his answer. the man clinging to you continues to confuse you the more the night goes on. you couldn't help the next statement that came out of your mouth. "and you say you don't have feelings for me."

"i lied about that." you open your eyes at his confession.

"i'm sorry- what?"

"i was scared." he admitted, holding you tighter in his arms, so you couldn't turn to look at him. "you know me. i don't commit. i never have. i thought when i set up the rules, everything would be fine. and then came the moments like this, where you slept in my arms, and i could imagine you never leaving. i felt on edge when you weren't with me because what if you had a panic attack, and i wasn't around to help you. i found myself falling for you, and it scared the hell out of me. so i pushed you away and ran."

you kept quiet with your thoughts as his words sank in. you never thought that he was running from his feelings, just that he didn't have any towards you romantically. all of the things you two did while you were fwb, you thought were normal. all of the things you questioned while you were together finally made sense.

"so, yunjin was right." you mumbled. "you were jealous at that party, weren't you?"

keeho huffed. "of course i was. i was scared that he was going to take you away from me. and that fear turned into jealousy and me trying to run mark off."

you finally shifted, turning to lay on your other side, so you could finally look at him. it was dark, but you could still see part of his face. that part that was very clearly blushing. "is that why he ghosted me? i saw him the other day, and he practically ran in the opposite direction."

"maybe." he answered you making you laugh.

"you are such an ass, you know that?"

"didn't stop you for falling for me though, did it." you roll your eyes at his answer. you almost didn't answer him.

"no it didn't. though i'm still mad you lied to me."

he moved closer to you. close enough to where you could feel his breath as he cupped your face in his hand. "i'm sorry baby. i know i'm an idiot and don't deserve a second chance, but i am asking for one."

you staying quiet for a minute. you wanted to make him wait, just like he did to you. you didn't need to think about it. you knew what you wanted, and it was him.

instead of answering him, you moved forward, pressing your lips to his. he froze for a moment before responding, pulling you closer to him. this kiss was different than the other ones you two shared. it was full of the emotions that the two of you tried to hide.

"please tell me that's a yes." keeho pleaded as he pulled away from you.

you nodded your head, lips brushing against his. "you better not fuck it up this time."

"never." he promised, kissing you once again. this one was more laid back than the first one. his hand was running along your thigh that was now draped over him. your hands gripping his shirt as your lips lazily moved with his.

keeho's hand trailed higher up your leg, brushing against your shorts before gripping your waist and pulling you closer to him. with you now flush against him, you could feel his hardened erection brush against your thigh. keeho moved away from your lips, trailing kisses down your neck.

"i've missed this. missed you." you heard him mumble as he continued to kiss your neck. "i missed you laugh. your smile. the way i could be myself around you without any judgement. but do you know what i missed the most?"

"what?" you asked, brushing the hair that fell in his face away. you met his eyes as he pulled back to look at you. you didn't fail to notice the smile on his face.

"the sounds you make when i touch you."

to prove his point, he moved forward, biting your neck where it met your shoulder. not hard enough to hurt but enough to shock you. you let out a gasp as shifted, pushing you on your back before he settled between your legs. his lips stayed attached to your neck, no doubt leaving a dark bruise. you shifted your hips as you wrap your legs around his waist, causing you to grind against him. he bit you harder making you moan in response.

"see?" he asked with a chuckle as he pulled away to look at you with dark eyes. "my baby is so responsive to me. i wonder how loud you'll get for me tonight."

he pulled away from you. his hands next to your hips on the bed while he shifted down your body. his hands toyed with the edge of your shirt before pulling it up, revealing your stomach to him. he bent down, kissing along your stomach as he made his way tortiously slow towards your chest.

"tell me baby. did you miss my touch as well?"

you lifted your head to look at him. his chin rested on your stomach as he awaited your response. "i missed everything, kee."

you thought that keeho would continue to kiss up your body, but he didn't. instead, he moved up and kissed your lips. his hands cupped your cheeks as he kissed you like his life depended on it.

"i'm going to make up for everything. i promise." he whispered as he pulled away.

he tugged on your shirt causing you to sit up. his lips found yours as soon as he took off your shirt. his hands ghosted up your sides until they reached your breast. you let out a gasp into the kiss as he squeezed your breast. you felt him smile as he pulled away from you.

he shifted back down to where he was at your chest. he started out kissing and marking your chest before he placed one of your nipples in his mouth. your hands went to the back of his neck as he sucked on your nipple. his other hand sought out the other one, making you hiss as he twisted it.

"my sweet girl." he mumbled as he moved to your other breast.

as he attacked your chest, you failed to notice his other hand moving down your body. it wasn't until his hand slipping through the front of your shorts that you noticed. his fingers teased your clit making you whine in impatience. you heard him chuckle, but he did give you what you wanted. he pressed down on you clit making you sigh in relief.

that relief was short lived once he pulled away from your breast. he removed his hand from your shorts before tapping your hips. "lift your hips for me."

you did as he said, lifting your hips so he could slide the rest of your clothes off, leaving you completely bare under him. you didn't find it fair that he was still fully clothed, so you opened your mouth to say something when keeho took his shirt of, somehow know what you wanted.

once his shirt was off, he continued to make his way down your body. a brief thought occurred when he kept marking you was that you were going to be completely covered tomorrow in bruises. that thought flew out of your head once he placed a kiss right above where you wanted him most.

"do you know how many times over the past few weeks i thought about this?" keeho questioned as his fingers trailed up your thighs.

"probably just as much as i've thought about it." you answer. keeho smiled at your answer since he knows that you missed him just as much as he missed you. and as much as he loved to tease you, he couldn't handle doing that tonight.

he gave your thigh a squeeze before he licked a long strip up your heat, making you jump. he placed a kiss on your clit before wrapping his lips around it, sucking harshly. you let out a moan at the action, rolling your hips up before he placed his palm on your stomach and holding you down.

you felt his finger tease your entrance causing you let out a whine. he chuckled at you before sliding his finger in. he quickly added a second as he started pumping them, curling them every so often while he watched you unravel. you had your eyes shut as you lost yourself in his touch. one hand was gripping the sheets beneath you while the other one was tangled in his hair.

"fuck keeho." you cursed as he added a third finger.

"you taste so good baby." he praised as his hand increased in speed. he was rewarded by his name coming out of your mouth in a sweet moan. "and all mine. isn't that right?"

"a-all yours." you stuttered, crying out when his lips reattached to your clit. you felt the familiar feeling of your orgasm in your stomach. keeho could also tell too since your sounds were getting louder.

"are you close, my baby?" he questioned tauntingly. "are you going to make a mess all over my fingers like a good girl? and let everyone know who's making you feel this good?"

he was answered by a loud moan coming from you as your orgasm washed over you. his fingers slowed down, but keep moving as you rode out your orgasm. keeho kept his eye on you, watching you closely as you tried to catch your breath.

he slowly removed his fingers before sticking them in his mouth, sucking them clean. your eyes met his as you watched him just as intently as he was watching you. once he was done, he crawled back up your body. as soon as he was close enough, your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his lips to yours. he groaned into the kiss as his bare chest pressed against yours. his tongue slide past your lips, brushing against yours.

your hands moved from the back of his neck before trailing down his body, loving the feeling of his body beneath your fingertips. he stuttered as you hand cupped his erection over his sweats before squeezing. you didn't waste any time slipping your hand into them and wrapped your hand around him.

his lips broke from yours as you stroked him. his head fell to your shoulder, and you took the opportunity to give him a matching bruise on his neck like he did to you. he let out a groan as you squeezed him again as you other hand wrapped around to his back, pulling him closer to you as you continued your assault on his neck.

"fuck baby." keeho groaned, grabbing your wrist to stop you before pulling it out of his sweats. "you gotta stop, or i'm going to cum."

"and that's such a bad thing?" you raise your eyebrow at him.

"it is when i have even been inside you yet." he argues, pouting when you laugh at him. it was your turn to grab his cheeks. you pulled him into a kiss that caused him to almost melt into you. you tugged on the hem of his sweats making him pull away from you.

"i need you, kee." you whisper against his lips.

"fuck." he cursed, moving to pull down his sweats. "i need you too. are you still on birth control?"

"yes." you answer as he settles back between your legs. he grabs a pillow, placing it under your hips to make it more comfortable for you. your legs wrapped around his waist as he kissed you.

"are you ready?"

you nod. "please."

keeho lined up with your entrance, pushing in slowly. the two of you sigh of relief as he fills you completely. his hips meet yours before he stops, giving you time to adjust to him. he presses his lips all over your face while he compliments you.

"my perfect girl." he coos while he brushes your hair out of your face. "you take me so well, don't you? you fit around me like you were made for me."

you responded with a squeeze to his shoulder, signaling that he could move. he moved his hips, moving almost all the way out before thrusting his hips forward. he starts out slow, teasing you some until you whine for him to speed up.

you let out a moan as his hips snap into yours. "is that what you want baby? for me to let everyone know who this pussy belongs to?"

"yes." you moan as you dig your nails into his back, drawing a groan from him as well. after a particularly harsh thrust, you squeeze around him as you let out another moan.

"my dirty girl." he smiles down at you. "just milking me for everything i have. take it. take it all, baby."

he more he watched you, the closer he felt himself to his climax. he moved his hand down your body to where you were joined before rubbing your oversensitive clit. you let out a loud moan which keeho cut off with his lips. the way you kept squeezing him over and over were driving him mad.

"fuck." you moan when he lets your lips go. "i- i'm close, kee."

"i know baby. i am too."

after a few more thrusts, he watches you fall over the edge again. a sight he will never get tired of. he helped you through your orgasm before he let himself go. his lips met yours as he rode out his orgasm. after a few thrusts, he pulled out of you, nearly collapsing on top of you.

your forehead touched as the two of you caught your breathes. he pulls away first, pressing kiss to your forehead. "you did so good for me. perfect as always."

after he recovered, he pulled away from you before moving to help clean you up and get you dressed again. once you were dressed and comfortable, he did the same before going back to bed. as soon as he laid down, you moved over, laying your head on his chest. his arm draped over your shoulder, moving to play with your hair.

"i think the entire neighboorhood knows who you belongs to now." keeho said before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. you let out an embarrassed laugh as he pinched his side as you mumbled a small 'shut up.'

a knocking at your door had both of you looking over at it. you then heard the muffle voice of yunjn. "that's an understatement. next time you two argue, please make up at your place."

your face reddened as you hid it in keeho's neck. you heard him chuckle before responding. "sorry."

"no you're not." she yelled as you heard her disappear back to her room.

"she's not wrong." you pulled away from his neck to look up at him. "i couldn't help myself though. never can with you."

you roll your eyes before you press a kiss to his jaw. "man, you must love me or something."

"i do." keeho said making you freeze. you met his gaze as he pulled you in closer to him. "you don't have to say it back because i know i don't deserve it yet, but i do love you. and i will keep working and do whatever it takes for you to trust me enough to say it back, okay?"

you nodded your head, appreciative that he wasn't going to make you say it. you knew that you did love him back. but like he said, you were still weary of trusting him because of last time. but he was a man of his word, and you knew he wouldn't stop until you trusted him with every fiber of your being. and you were okay with that.

"okay."

[gigiszn]

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SMUT + ANGST!

tw: dead dove do not eat, begins with smut without plot, ends in angst, knife-play, dubcon, blood-play, sucking blood, overstimulation, p in v, dom!nam-gyu, sub!reader, sexual sadism, dacryphilia, spanking, hairpulling, creampie, hybristophilia, begging, oral (m receiving).

wc: 3.4k

۫ ꣑ৎ ｡°‧⭑.ᐟ

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You wailed, holding onto the walls of the stall Nam-Gyu was currently pounding the life out of you in. His fingers pinched your nipples, twisting them in ways so painful it made you forget who you were.

To be honest, you weren't really sure how you got in this position. Sure, you had taken a liking to Nam-Gyu after he had so selflessly saved your ass so many times, so you were obligated to let him fuck you so hard you couldn't breathe.

Your head was relentlessly pounding against the brick wall behind you, and the small blood droplets forming on the top of the toilet Nam-Gyu had you pinned over made him hornier, angrier, and rougher. Like an animal in heat, your hips bucked up against Nam-Gyu in a violent rhythm. Your hands slid up under the back of his tee shirt, gliding along the sweat-sleek skin. His lips left your mouth, wetly kissing and biting his way down the other side of your neck.

Tension was building up deep in your core, and the shivers that sailed down your spine from his kisses made it tighter and tighter, until his mouth closed on your nipple and it broke,

"G-Gah! Nam-Gyu!~" You whined out. You felt the vibration of his groan on your breast, feeling your walls clench around him as he continued thrusting into you. The overstimulation made your pussy throb and swell, only heightening the sweet and savoury feeling Nam-Gyu had.

"S-Stop..! Too much!" You begged, though your groans and hips jutting upward spoke otherwise. He grabbed your chin, forcing your eyes to face him. Flashing you a sadistic smile, he wrapped your hair around his calloused hands into a ponytail and yanked your head back.

“Mmm, Y/N,” Nam-Gyu moaned in an unexpectedly low growl. And, surprisingly, it was music to your ears; you loved the way it rolled off his tongue as he winced at you, the way his voice sounded, the fact that it was your name that he was saying. Even the way his voice seemed to quake. It made you tighten up around him as your face turned a lovely shade of pink.

As your orgasm subsided, a wave of renewed passion crested within you and you pushed your body hard against him, your hand flailing toward his arm, him that you wanted to be on top. Without your bodies parting, Nam-Gyu picked you up, sitting down on the toilet, dick still engraved in your hole. You gave him a wild grin and sat up, wiggling yourself down onto him as far as possible. His eyes closed and his jaw twitched at the sensation, letting out a grunt as you set a new rhythm, grinding and bouncing yourself against him.

“Im going to torture every last inch of you.” 

You don't see that Nam-Gyu has a dull make-shift knife in his hand. He had placed it in the stall's trashcan so it couldn't be found until this very moment.

A sharp, piercing sensation starts over your left nipple and you scream out loudly, only for it to be covered by the large and rough hand of Nam-Gyu that you'd much rather have in your hole, curling and rolling in you. The pain felt good with the stimulation of his cock, and you finds yourself writhing against his hands, trying to find some way of release. This earns another cut from Nam-Gyu, this time over your right nipple. Your tears begin streaming down your face, awakening another side in Nam-Gyu he didn't know he had.

"Fuck, keep crying like that, baby.."

Your own pussy is pulsing intensely once again from Nam-Gyu's feral moans. They come from deep within his throat and elicit shivers down your neck. 

“Quit being naughty, Y/N/N, or I'll cut you harder."

“Gyu, please..” 

"If you don't listen, I guess I'll just have to punish you."

Nam-Gyu lifted you off his dick, a relief yet an inconvenience as the pain you had felt previously was just beginning to subside with the irreplaceable feeling of pleasure hitting your core from his dick.

Now, you were bent over, hands holding yourself up against the stall door. Nam-Gyu was stood behind you, rubbing his cock around your vagina's entrance from behind. But, instead of pounding himself into you,

SLAP!

As he began to massage your behind, Nam-Gyu murmured, “Do you know why I’m doing this?”

“I don’t know why you possibly would,” You replied, voice oozing with desperation to please the man you're sure you'd end up dying for.

“Because you’ve been acting like this. Disobedient. Talking back. You’re going to get ten spanks, and you’re going to count them for me. We’re going to start light, okay?” Nam-Gyu grinned innocently, though the two of you knew there would be nothing light. You gulped and nodded, quavering slightly.

Nam-Gyu gave a light tap to your rear with the back of his large hand.

“One.” You counted, almost casually. Was he really going to be that light?

In response, Nam-Gyu gave you a little swat, not yet enough to hurt, per say, just sting a little.

“Two,” You muttered, sounding distinctly confused by his softness.

Another swat, now harder, and you winced slightly.

“Three.”

This time it was a smack that left your rear tingling even after the pain was gone.

“Four,” You mumbled, still sounding wretched at the mere thought of disappointing your Nam-Gyu.

Unconvinced that you'd learned your lesson, Nam-Gyu snapped his wrist again, this time so hard you swore you felt goosebumps raise and pinches of blood to rise in your ass.

“Five.”

“Halfway there, baby,” Nam-Gyu drawled, and struck once more, much harder this time, a red handprint left on your cheek that Nam-Gyu hoped and prayed would stay forever.

With a high whine and the arch of your back, you hissed, “Six.”

Nam-Gyu bit his lip, seeing the precum dripping from his dick. How unfair of you to make him wait to shove his cock in you and cum inside your sweet insides with this punishment?

Without another word, his dick was inside of you again, knife still gripped tightly in the hand that wasn't busy spanking you. Nam-Gyu physically restrained himself from shoving that shank deep into your neck, something you should truly be grateful for.

Nam-Gyu's murmuring and moans get louder. This time it's a desperate pant and he knows its high time to provide you and himself with a second release. With one fluid motion, Nam-Gyu throws the knife to the side and fucks you mercilessly, his veiny, thick, cock stabbing your insides just as he wished his knife would. His shaft goes all the way in, sliding in with a lewd shlurp. You let out an almost pornographic like moan as Nam-Gyu rocks into you. His fingers claw into your S/C thighs, leaving red marks. 

“Fuck!” You cry out as Nam-Gyu slams you down onto his dick. A white substance shoots out of you, Nam-Gyu now scissoring your insides with his fingers and cock, your milky cum coating his fingertips as blood drips down from your nipples and head.

“Fuck, baby, I'm almost there...just a few more...ngh!”

You cry out in unison as Nam-Gyu's cum fills your hole. Semen drips down the your legs as he pulls out, your knees wobbly as he supports you with his knee between your thighs, unintentionally continuing your overstimulation. Nam-Gyu laughs, throwing his head back at the sight in front of him, before sucking on your wounded nipples. If your blood were to be his last meal, he wouldn't have it any other way.

۫ ꣑ৎ ｡°‧⭑.ᐟ

It was the jump rope game. After the first time you had sex with Nam-Gyu, you finally felt like everything was okay. You had him by your side. It was all you needed. Of course, you were 100% oblivious to the objectifying stares he would give you, wanting to just fuck you in front of everyone without a care in the world, picturing his dick in you as a triangle guard shot you both for your indecency. It was sick indeed, but you were both sick, weren't you?

You had done your best efforts to keep Nam-Gyu at bay since last night, as he lost the drugs that were quite literally his lifeline. In an attempt to appease him and keep his mind from running wild, you spent the night sucking his dick and fondling with his balls. It would work for 5 minutes, his slender yet crack-knuckled hands curling your hair into his fists, pulling your head down like a steering wheel and guiding your fleshy pink tongue down to swirl around his tip. He'd orgasm, toes cramping as his eyes rolled back and tufts of your hair were pulled out. Then he would begin fidgeting again, fiddling with his thumbs and chewing at the nails until you found another way to pleasure him all over again.

You watched the rope slice through the air, back and forth, back and forth, its movement hypnotic, mechanical, almost cruel in its precision. The sound it made wasn’t just a whoosh — it was deeper, heavier, like a whip wrapped in steel cutting through fog. You felt the thud of it vibrating in your ribs every time it slapped the platform, and each time it did, you swore the sound echoed behind your eyes.

Your feet stayed glued to the floor, though your legs felt like jelly — shaky, untrustworthy. You didn’t dare blink. Not even once. Your eyes burned at the edges, stinging from the dry air, but you held them open, wide and unblinking, like if you so much as looked away, you’d die before even stepping onto the bridge.

You weren’t alone — everyone else stood frozen beside you, a row of statues carved from tension. But inside your chest, everything thrashed. Your heart wasn’t just pounding; it was clawing upward, trying to escape through your throat. You could feel the beat in your ears, thudding in time with the rope’s swing. You tried to count the seconds between each pass — one, two, three — but your breath kept catching, short and sharp, like your lungs didn’t trust the air anymore.

Someone had used too much cologne. You smelled it now, sour and stale, mixed with the cold tang of sweat, rusted metal, and something else — something you didn’t want to name. Blood, maybe. The kind you don’t see but feel in your nose.

Your fingers twitched. You didn’t mean them to. They just did. A small spasm, a protest from the tension locked in your shoulders. You noticed your hands were clenched so tight your nails had left little half-moons in your palms. Your jaw ached. You had no memory of tightening it.

Your eyes darted, just for a split second, to the body that hadn’t made it. It lay crumpled beneath the bridge, broken in angles that weren’t meant to exist. You looked back up, quickly, ashamed for having looked down at all — like somehow, witnessing it made you closer to becoming it.

The rope kept moving. You could hear the faint hum of machinery overhead, the soft scuff of shifting shoes as someone behind you repositioned their stance. But mostly, you heard your own breath, ragged and uneven, pulled between your lips in shaky sips. Your throat was dry. Your mouth tasted like metal.

You weren’t even on the bridge yet, but your body already felt like it had been through the game.

Your eyes locked back on the rope. You tried to read its rhythm again, tried to convince yourself you could time it right. But your knees were buzzing, not with energy, but with that strange numbness that came right before collapse.

And still — your focus slipped.

Because even as your life hung in the balance, part of you was somewhere else. Behind you. Off to the side. Near Nam-Gyu. He hadn’t spoken much since the last game. His hands shook even when he was sitting still. His voice, when it came, was hoarse, quiet, like the weight of everything was pressing on his windpipe. You’d seen the way his eyes flicked around like he was looking for something he’d lost, and you knew what it was — not just the drugs, but the piece of control they gave him. The illusion of calm. Of survival.

You’d never seen him look so breakable. Not even during the worst of it.

And now, when you were supposed to be thinking only about when to jump, when to move, when not to die — you were thinking about him. About the way his leg bounced when he thought no one was watching. About the half-bitten skin at the edge of his thumb. About how much it scared you that he looked so far away even when he was right next to you.

The rope swung again. You flinched.

And for a second, it wasn’t fear for yourself that caught in your throat.

It was him.

You didn’t notice Min-su at first. You were still watching the rope, still trying to breathe like a person instead of an animal cornered by fate. But then the hush around you shifted — not louder, not quieter, just sharper, like the air had turned blade-thin.

You followed the others’ eyes and saw him — Player 125 — standing a few feet away from Nam-Gyu, holding something small and glinting between his fingers. The necklace.

Your stomach flipped.

Nam-Gyu’s posture snapped into focus the second he saw it. The slouch drained from his shoulders like someone had yanked him upright with a string. His face sharpened — mouth parted, pupils dilated, like a drowning man who’d just seen the surface. You could see his lips move, but the words didn’t reach you. Didn’t need to. You already knew what he was begging for.

Min-su grinned.

Not a kind grin. Not even a cruel one. Just empty. Then, without warning, he turned and threw the necklace — a single, casual flick of the wrist — and it arced through the air like something sacred and doomed, landing dead center on the bridge.

Your breath hitched.

Nam-Gyu didn’t hesitate. Not even a beat.

He ran.

You shouted something — maybe his name, maybe just a sound — but it was swallowed by the clatter of his shoes slamming onto the metal platform. The rope was still spinning, still slicing the air in its brutal rhythm, and somehow, he dodged it. One leap. Two. He landed near the necklace, knees bending, eyes wild. His hand shot out and grabbed it, yanking it up with all the urgency of someone clinging to a heartbeat.

He cracked it open with shaking fingers. You couldn’t see the inside from where you stood — but you didn’t need to. The way his face dropped told you everything.

Empty.

He stood there, frozen for just a breath. Then his eyes lifted — not toward Min-su, not toward the dolls, not even toward the rope — but toward you.

You met his gaze. Everything in you screamed to move, to reach for him, to do something. But you couldn’t. You were locked there, feet rooted to steel, arms dead at your sides. The way he looked at you wasn’t angry. It wasn’t sad.

It was tired. So, so tired.

He jumped once more, as if his body hadn’t realized his soul had already given up.

Then the rope came.

It struck him clean across the waist. His body folded, spun, lifted just slightly from the ground before being flung sideways. For a moment, it looked almost gentle, like the wind had simply picked him up.

Then he was gone.

Swallowed by the gap beneath the bridge, lost to the dark like a breath exhaled too hard.

You didn’t cry. You couldn’t. There wasn’t room for that now. There was only the sound of the rope continuing to swing — heartless, steady, unchanged — as if nothing had happened at all.

You watch as the others begin to cross the bridge one by one. Their footsteps echo sharply on the metal, some steady and sure, others hesitant, trembling like leaves in a harsh wind. Each movement draws them closer to the other side — closer to survival, or whatever fate awaits beyond this final stretch. But you remain rooted where you stand, unable to move, trapped in a cyclone of thoughts spinning wildly out of control. Time distorts around you, every second stretching and collapsing all at once.

Your chest tightens painfully, as if a thousand invisible hands are squeezing you from the inside, crushing your ribs like fragile glass. It’s a raw ache that cuts through your skin and lodges deep in your bones, making each breath feel like dragging air through a narrow, burning tunnel. Panic rises in waves — sudden, fierce, drowning — sweeping over you again and again. Your heart pounds erratically, thudding against your chest like a wild drum in a storm, each beat sharper and louder, pushing dizziness and nausea to the edges of your mind.

Your breath comes ragged, shallow, caught in your throat like broken glass. You clutch your sides instinctively, fingers digging into your sweatshirt, but the pain only tightens its grip, unrelenting. The bridge creaks beneath you, the rope slices through the air with a ruthless rhythm, the distant murmurs and gasps of other players become muffled and far away. Sounds blur together into a thunderous roar, yet inside, all you hear is the pounding of your own blood and the desperate hammer of your thoughts spiraling downward.

Confusion claws at your mind, twisting memories and fears together into a suffocating knot. You want to scream, to shout, to tear your way free — but your legs refuse to obey, trembling and numb, as if nailed to the cold steel beneath you. The air tastes metallic, thick with sweat and fear, pressing heavily against your lungs. Every inhale is a battle; every heartbeat feels like a countdown to an ending you cannot stop.

Slowly, the crowd thins until it’s just you and Player 222 left. The space between you feels impossibly vast, even as you stand close enough to hear each other’s uneven breaths. Your eyes meet hers, and in that silent exchange, the weight of everything — every loss, every fear, every hope — settles between you like a shared secret. There are no words, just a raw understanding: this is your final game.

Your thoughts blur like a storm of fractured glass, shards of memories and panic flashing through your mind. Then her voice, soft and steady, breaks through the chaos — the last words she says to Player 456 hang in the air, filled with farewell and quiet strength. You barely catch them, but you feel their weight pressing down on you, anchoring you to this impossible moment.

Her hand reaches out, trembling violently as it finds yours. The warmth of her palm is fragile yet real, a tether in the storm that shakes your whole body. Your fingers close around hers, hands clammy, shaking uncontrollably as if trying to hold on to life itself.

Together, you take a step forward. The edge of the bridge rises beneath your feet, narrow and unforgiving, the last thin line between you and the void. The world narrows until all you can feel is the cold metal against your soles, the faint vibration of the rope whipping behind you, and the rapid beating of your heart in your ears.

Your legs tremble violently, trembling not just from fear, but from the crushing weight of grief and exhaustion. The silence around you is heavy, filled with the unsaid and the undone — the futures that will never be, the dreams broken beneath this cruel game.

Then, in that infinite moment before the fall, something inside you shatters and lets go.

A smile creeps across your face — slow, uncertain, fragile. It’s the first real thing you’ve felt in days, a spark of something unbroken. It blooms, growing warmer and stronger until it spreads like wildfire, burning away the cold despair that clung to your bones.

The smile twists into a laugh — wild, broken, almost insane — spilling out uncontrollably, echoing off the steel and dark void. It bursts free of your chest, loud and ragged, and then crumbles into desperate, shuddering sobs.

“I’m coming, Gyu...” you whisper, voice cracking with raw emotion, eyes locked on Player 222 one last time. You see the same mixture of fear and fierce hope in her gaze.

Hand in hand, trembling, hearts pounding as one, you step off the edge together — into the abyss, into darkness, into whatever lies beyond.

The fall is endless. And for a moment, in the quiet between the screams and the rush of air, you feel free.

And then you don't feel at all.

[gigiszn]

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I'M ONLY HUMAN — jinu x fem!reader

p2 to NEVERBELIKEYOU

an: wow im honestly surprised that a lot of you guys liked the last one! i hope this one is up to your standards guys i really enjoyed writing it sorry it took me awhile to get this one out i went to the beach yesterday and came home absolutely DRAINED... but enjoy this soft smut! please do not worry, because the next chapter will pick up where this one left off with some smutty smut smut

tw: kissing, fighting, threats, demons, grinding, arguing.

wc: 2.8k

۫ ꣑ৎ ｡°‧⭑.ᐟ

You couldn't stop thinking about it. And the funniest thing was, you couldn't for the life of you put your finger on what exactly you were thinking of.

Of course, your mind was constantly circling the image of you and Jinu — lips mere centimetres away, breaths colliding, and the small smirk you could've sworn you saw still plastered on his face, even during a moment like that.

You also cruised through the memories of your fights, or the dancing as you thought of it. The way you moved in sync. Waltzing through the streets, your arrow stopped by his demonic claw. His kick swerved as you bent and flipped, only for him to move just before your combat boot landed on his jaw.

Or maybe it was the way you saw a gentler side to him that nobody else had seen. The way he hid his big blue tiger with a freakish smile and a brooding crow that looked like it knew all your secrets, the way he would swat at the crow the second it pinched a miniscule hat from the top of the tigers' head. Nonetheless, the tiger remained blank faced — rather, smiling faced, even as the bickering encircled around him.

At the end of your trailblazing trip down memory lane, you realized no matter what you thought of that night, it circled down to one thing.

Jinu.

He was intoxicating. You hated the way he made you feel. The way he made you want. And want what, exactly? It drove you mad, as if he was an alarm that you couldn't snooze. A bug that whirled and whirled and whirled around your head, far enough that you just couldn't shoo it away.

It made you curious. Intrigued. Left you wanting.

You couldn't get the feeling of just the trace of his lips off your mind. You hadn't even kissed Jinu, yet in that soft moment, you felt, even just for a second, his human side. You had been taught by Celine that most demons were born demons, with no good in their core. But some were different. Better. Smarter. Stronger. Because they weren't fueled by Gwi-Ma, they were fueled by the humanity they once possessed. The moment the Saja boys came to fruition, you had a feeling Jinu was one of them. Perhaps the others, too, but they were still weaker.

"Y/N?.. Y/N.... Y/N!" You were startled back to reality with the milk from your cereal bowl splashing against your cheeks, Mira's palms flat against the table.

"You good?"

"Where'd you just go?" Rumi questioned, head tilted as her eyebrows furrowed. She was better at reading you than the others. With Zoey and Mira, it was a piece of cake to brush it off and sidetrack the two with a compliment or an observation, but with Rumi? You'd have to literally disappear into the night if you wanted her off your trail.

You gave her a look that meant 'I'll talk to you later', quickly masking it by clearing your throat and looking at the awaiting faces of Zoey and Mira.

"Ah, nothing. Just thinking about the Honmoon and everything," You eased in, shaking your head casually, "Hey, Zoey, how are those lyrics coming along?"

You smiled, nodding your head enthusiastically as Zoey quickly jumped into her rant about Huntrix's new song, Mira following suit and becoming distracted.

Your eyes drifted over to Rumi's once more, though you had no choice but to notice how her eyes hadn't left you the entire time. Your gaze solidified, nodding your head slowly.

۫ ꣑ৎ ｡°‧⭑.ᐟ

You hummed the tune of 'How Its Done' to yourself as you stepped out onto your balcony, the sky tones of a peachy orange and cool purple, splashes of yellow and pink highlighting the empty spaces as the messy clouds brought the illustration in the sky together. You liked to think of the morning sky as an empty canvas, the ancestors painting every night without fail during the evening as a gift to humans.

A watering can was in your left hand, a brownie in your right. You wandered across the decently sized balcony, letting the nozzle of the can tilt downwards at its own weight, water drizzling from the watering can and onto your abundance of plants. You were a gardener, what can you say?

You make your way to the indent of your balcony, where your main plant collection lies. As you bent down to water your hydrangeas, a pair of ever-so-large amber eyes opened one after the other.

A normal person would be shocked, terrified, running around as if their head had fallen off at the mere sight of this unknown creature. But you knew all too well what the golden irises were, and the only thought you could muster was why the hell his eyes opened one at a time?

"Come here, kitty," You cooed, hand outstretched to the devil-cat. A normal person would've screamed, or even frozen in fear. But you weren't normal, were you?

The tiger crept forward, its movements both hesitant and oddly bashful for something so fearsome. It lowered itself into a careful sit, stopping at a cautious distance. Its left eye flicked to your abdomen, the right trailing behind like it was too lazy to care. Gross.

It observed your patterns, the marks now having grown to the point where it looked like a shiny purplish belt wrapping around the front of your torso, the ends of the patterns reaching to wrap around you slowly but surely.

"You can thank your leader for those, kitty." You sighed, turning away from the cat to lean against the railing of your balcony, only to be met with an annoyed looking crow adorning a tiny top-hat.

You tilted your head, narrowing your eyes at the bird in suspicion. After a still beat, a second pair of eyes suddenly snapped open—hidden beneath its feathers. The crow let out a sharp caw, then took off in a frantic flutter, wings brushing the air above your head as it darted toward the tiger.

"Actually, these two aren't under Gwi-Ma's control."

Your arrow was to his neck as soon as his words faltered, the anger and confusion you felt swirling in your irises once more. Your steps weren't careful like the tigers, rather demanding and enraged as you cornered Jinu against the glass wall of your building. His eyes studied you carefully — testing, waiting. Perhaps to see if you'd follow through, although you both had known you wouldn't harm him. Not yet.

"That's not the way you greet a friend," Jinu pouted, his lips curling downward as his demonic eyes flashed with a light only to be described as calculated and inhumane. You pressed your forearm against his neck harder, eyes glaring into his with a spite that made his throat bob with a gulp.

"You are not my friend, Jinu," you hissed, your forearm releasing its pressure from Jinu, instead holding the arrow in your hand like a blade against his sweating neck.

"I thought you were supposed to shoot that thing," Jinu continued, smirking as his neck strained to have a better look at the weapon being held against him. He and you both knew that one wrong move would be his demise, but it didn't seem like the demon cared all too much.

"I'm a multifaceted person." You interjected, unwilling to be a pawn in his game of chess. Jinu could jest and tease all he liked, but you weren't around for mind games.

In the blink of an eye, he vanished, leaving behind a swirl of hot pink smoke that curled in the air like a final laugh. A light tap on your shoulder snapped you back to reality—Jinu now stood behind you, that same infuriatingly confident smirk playing on his lips.

"You didn't think you could get me that easily, did you?"

"I was planning on it."

"I'm a demon, remember, little hunter?"

"How could I forget?"

"It hurts that you underestimate me."

"You know what hurts, Jinu?"

The balcony fell silent. The air was thick, tense, brewing. His cocky grin faltered, lips pursing as his eyes fell in a way that spoke thousands of words with no words at all. Jinu's chest fell as a deep sigh escaped his mouth, fingers curling up into balls. His brows furrowed for a moment, the wrinkle between forming a sharp line. He was conflicted, though you couldn't place your finger on what. He knew what the next words you uttered would be, yet he let them spill from your mouth anyways.

Your eyes were glazed over with the frustration you've held for the past week, lip trembling ever so slightly. You blinked hard, mistakenly letting just one tear escape from your iris. Hands shaking, you let the bow and arrows slip from your hands, fading into nothing.

The tiger and crow stood a distance away, the tigers tongue hanging from its mouth. Its expression was an unreadable one, but in the sense that you truly couldn't tell if there was a thought behind its eyes.

"What hurts is that I have no idea what I fucking am," your voice broke on your last words, delicate hands wobbling over your face to cover your eyes as your cries shook through your body. Leaning against the wall, you continued crying, feeling shame and embarrassment wash over you like a flood.

"I.. Can't deal with this like you can.. I'm only human."

You were letting everyone down.

You, a leader?

It was pathetic.

Truly, fully, utt—

...

You were caught in his arms, held like something fragile yet fiercely cherished. Fingers curled into your sleeves, you lifted your gaze, and there they were—his eyes, dark and luminous, spilling with a quiet knowing that felt impossibly intimate. It wasn’t pity. It wasn’t fear. It was a kind of recognition, as if he saw every scar beneath your skin and accepted them as part of the masterpiece. Slowly, his lashes lowered and he drew you in tighter, as though the act of holding you could keep the chaos of the world at bay. Your hands hovered, unsure, then found their way around him, trembling like the first notes of a song not yet learned. Hugging a demon should’ve felt wrong. But in that moment, it felt like poetry—strange, beautiful, and inevitable.

After a still moment, your eyes met once more. There was a strange buzz in the air. A moment that felt dangerous, impossible, yet so completely right. Jinu's eyes flickered from your lips to your eyes, brows furrowed in a quiet mental battle. You could feel him pulling back. Afraid. The same way you were just days prior.

But this time, you didn't want to let go.

Stepping onto your tip-toes, you pulled him by his shoulders down to you and onto your lips. Jinu was frozen for a moment, eyes wide as he attempted to recalibrate and understand what the hell was going on. Then, his worries washed away and he latched onto you as if you were a balloon of helium, and he was the weight anchoring you down to earth.

In a way, he was.

Jinu's arms were traced around your waist, wrapping around you tighter like a serpent does to its prey. You breathed in harmony, lips dancing just as you two would every day as you attempted to shoot your arrowhead through his devilish heart.

Your bodies danced, too. His arms and feet guided the both of you as he led you inside and onto your bed. His veiny hand slowly traced up your arm, over your forearm, gripping your hand and holding it over your head. You pulled away from his lips, panting and trying to catch the air that was left in the room.

He paused, looking down before making eye-contact once more, "The only time I can't hear Gwi-Ma in my head is when I'm with you, Y/N."

His voice was filled with confidence, a confidence that could only come from a man who would risk his life to defend his word. Your eyes brimmed with tears once more, your lips pressing against his with a feverish hunger. It was animalistic and romantic, the passion from two kindred souls who had followed the red string to the very end and intertwined with their missing half.

Jinu's hands explore your body with practiced precision, one sliding up your back while the other lets go of your hand above your head and cups your face, thumb tracing your jawline. His kisses trail down your throat, each one leaving a slight tingling sensation where his lips touched. He becomes more insistent as he moved against you, fingers tracing the intricate patterns on your skin, leaving ghostly marks that fade into you.

"You're so beautiful, Y/N.. Patterns and all," he mutters under his breath, your body responding with a whine. Your hips rut upwards against his, both of you silent apart from your grunts and moans that you ever-so-desperately tried to stop from leaving your throat as to not alert the others' on the literally unholy acts taking place.

“Please, Jinu… I need you…”

The words left your mouth like a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding—soft, tremulous, almost too fragile to exist in the charged air between you. Candlelight flickered against the walls, casting warm gold across his face, catching in the dark sweep of his hair. The sharpness in his jaw eased, and something unreadable settled into his eyes—a warmth, a recognition, a tether quietly snapping into place.

His hands, which had once moved with danger, now moved like silk. His fingertips grazed your skin, trailing slowly down, reverent in their touch, until they found the edge of your waistband. There, they hesitated—curling lightly around the fabric, as if he were giving you time to change your mind. But you didn’t.

Then, like a knife through silk—

Knock. Click.

The sound fractured everything. Your heart shot up into your throat, only to immediately collapse, plummeting straight to your feet.

“Hey, what’s with all the noise in here?”

Rumi’s voice was groggy, irritated, the words drawn out by sleep. You turned in panic. She stood framed in the doorway, rubbing her eyes, hair a wild halo in the dim hallway light. Her presence didn’t just interrupt the moment—it shattered it, like glass cracking beneath too much pressure.

“RUMI! I—It’s not what it looks like!” you cried, scrambling to your feet, tripping slightly on the tangled sheets as you rushed to block her view.

She blinked at you, slow and dazed, brow furrowing as her eyes scanned the room.

“Your… bedroom… isn’t what it looks like?” she asked, voice flat with confusion.

You spun around—Jinu was gone. The bed was still a storm of rumpled blankets and tossed pillows, the space still warm from where he’d been. And then you saw it: a delicate curl of hot pink smoke, trailing lazily into the air like a final exhale. It shimmered faintly in the dim light, the last trace of him disappearing like a secret slipping through your fingers.

“Nothing,” you lied quickly, forcing a shaky smile. “Just dreaming, hah.”

You guided her gently out of the room with both hands, trying to sound casual.

“Probably just need some Nyquil, right? Okay, sleep good, Rumi!”

Before she could say a word, the door shut between you, muffling the hallway and sealing you back into the room’s charged silence.

You slumped against the door, your back sliding slowly down the wood until you sat on the floor. Your palms rubbed across your face, dragging down slowly as if trying to wipe away the memory.

Then, movement.

You looked up.

Through the glass balcony door, dimly lit by the silver wash of moonlight, sat the tiger and the crow. The tiger, regal and tense, its glowing eyes watching you with unreadable calm. The crow beside it, perched with eerie stillness, feathers ruffled ever so slightly by the night wind. They were facing you—just watching. Silent witnesses.

You let out a dry, disbelieving chuckle, “You two better not have been watching.”

You crossed the room with slow, deliberate steps and drew the curtains across the glass, cutting them off from view.

“Go tell him this isn’t over.”

And then, as the velvet fabric fell into place and the room dimmed, you looked down.

There—sprawled across your abdomen and climbing upward—was the mark. The lines were inky and delicate, coiling like vines, now crawling steadily up your ribs and toward your collarbone. It was more intricate than before, like the mark itself had begun to breathe with you.

You touched it lightly, fingertips tracing its path.

No fear. Not anymore.

Just… anticipation.

But you shook it off. Not now. Not yet. Because no matter how gently he held you, no matter how deeply he looked into your soul—

He was still a demon.

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part 2 to the jinu kpdh story out tomorrow, don't know the exact time! the first part was a fluff with a touch of angst, but this one is definitely going to be spicier haha, still deciding whether to make it a complete smut or just like a smutty fluff!

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DNA Guarantee - Curtis Young

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Synopsis: Curtis thinks you're too good for him and doesn't want his brother's trouble rubbing off on you.

You couldn't quite understand where you went wrong. Curtis Young was your best friend, one of those people that you'd somehow become attached to faster than most. You'd been glued to his side for almost a year, as he was to yours, until one day he wasn't.

It was as if a switch had flipped, and you no longer existed to him, a speck of dust in his world. And it hurt. One day Curtis was there by your side, walking through the halls and following you around after school. And the next he was gone. And for the past week you had been trying to figure out why. You had a suspicion, and it nagged at you like the scratching of a tag on the back of a t-shirt, just begging to be ripped off. But you didn't want it to be true.

Last week, after helping Caitlyn and Zac with their dads car, Curtis had given you a ride home. Like always. You'd clung to him on the back of his bike, grinning against his leather clad shoulder as he sped down your street. And when he'd come to a stop in your driveway, your legs felt like lead. Because you hadn't wanted to leave him, not yet. You'd stood there at your door, and the last thing you had wanted to do was go inside. You told Curtis as much that day, and the smile he gave you was infectious. It warmed every part of you, though it was nothing compared to the heat of his touch. The gentle brush of his fingers on your cheek as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. You had come a hairs breadth away from kissing him then. And you had been kicking yourself ever since. Even though he had pulled you closer when you stepped forward, even though he’d had one hand on your waist and the other on your cheek, coaxing you up to his lips. He'd wanted to kiss you that day too, you were sure of it. And yet he pulled back before it happened. Before you could cross the line from friendship, to something more.

He'd jerked his face away from yours, eyes closed in something like shame. Was he ashamed of you? Had that been it?

You walked through Ironwood now, wondering if maybe, just maybe, that had been the case.

-

Curtis hadn't seen you in a week. And that had been his choice. He avoided you like the plague, dodging any places he knew you would be, including classes you shared. It wasn't the best plan, but right now it was all he had. Because he didn't know how to explain it to you. How to say why he pulled away that day, when he had wanted so badly not to.

For months he'd been looking at your differently, his gaze catching on you when he knew you weren't looking. Wondering what it would be like if things were more. And he couldn't deny what he felt for you, it was most definitely there. A crush strong and proud, pounding against his heart like and angry father pounds on his sons bedroom door. He looked at you like a lover, but laughed with you like a friend. And now he didn't know what he was. Because you'd damn near kissed him, and he'd wanted you to.

Walking toward the Torres residence was a mistake, he knew as much from the anxious turn of his stomach, but his bike was in Logan's shop, and he needed it back. He'd gone through yet another chain last night, while blowing off steam on the highway, and had to wheel it over to the man's garage with a sullied expression. So as his boots crunched on the gravel, he knew he deserved the walk.

But there was a chance you would be at the garage too. Actually, Curtis was willing to bet you'd been there since this morning, when Caitlyn would have undoubtedly told you his bike was in the shop. He had to face you eventually, and you would force his hand. That's what had drawn him to you in the first place. The stubbornness.

He paused outside the wooden doors of the Garage, eyes lingering on the small opening, one of them pulled open just enough to fit a person. A person he was sure would be you. Taking a deep breath was harder than usual, as it caught in his throat, choking him. But he swallowed down the air, and forced himself inside. Just like he thought, you were sitting on the couch in the back of the garage, eyes shifting from the books in front of you to the boy that had now just walked through the door.

Curtis frowned, eyeing the textbooks that surrounded you as he approached. "Are you studying in here?" It was the first thing he'd said to you all week, maybe not the best opening line, but it was something.

"Logan said he wasn't gonna let me sit in here all day unless i was doing something productive." You answer, and Curtis can't help the sinking feeling he gets.

"So you've been here all day?"

"Waiting for you." you push the books off your lap and stand, arms folding over your chest. "We need to talk. You know that."

Curtis feels like a scolded puppy already, and the bulk of the conversation hasn't even started yet. "Yeah, I know." He wanders over to his bike, wanting something to do with his hands, another place to look other than at the hurt expression that graces your features. He hates this so fucking much.

"So talk." you say, pushing him, like you've always done. "Why have you been avoiding me?"

"I haven't been avoiding you." A lie, and an obvious one at that. A lie that makes you laugh, a loud, 'Ha!' that nearly makes Curtis flinch.

"Okay maybe I have been avoiding you, but it's not—"

"It's okay if you don't like me like that, Curtis." Your voice is soft, almost defeated. He forces himself to look at you, to look at the mess he's made.

"You think I don't?" he forces himself to let go of his bike, the thing that is grounding him, and takes a step toward you. The sound of his footfalls seem to echo in the space around him, the silence deafening.

He watches the expression you hold shift like water, twisting into something new with every second. You're confused, you're hurt, and there's something else he can't name. But you don't answer him, leaving his question hanging in the air.

"You think I don't like you like that?" He says again, and there's a different tone to it. Sharper.

"Curtis, I tried to kiss you, and you avoided me for a week."

"You've always been more than just a friend." He lets that hang, maybe because he doesn't know what to say next. How to explain this to you. "I'm sorry I didn't kiss you that day, but it's complicated."

You scoff, your eyebrows pulling down into the deepest frown he thinks he's ever seen. "I'm not mad you didn't kiss me Curtis!" your voice is steadier now, more powerful and you look over your shoulder, as if for backup that won't come. "I'm upset because you ghosted me! My best friend ignored my texts, my calls, didn't speak to me for a week, and didn't tell me why."

The way you call him your best friend, twists something inside of him. Like a hand in his chest, squeezing his heart, his lungs, until there's nothing left to use.

"You could have called me that night and told me you weren't interested. You could have come to school, and we could have never spoken about it again for all I care. But hiding from me? Because let's admit, that's what you were doing," you smile then, though it's nothing happy. "Hiding from me was horrible. We're not kids anymore Curtis, you can't run from everything."

"I'm not hiding from you anymore." he takes a step forward, but can't bring himself to close anymore distance than that. "But I can't be who you want me to be."

"I don't want you to be anybody other than you." There's a crack in your voice, and it seems to echo through the shop. A harsh beam of sunlight shines through the gap in the doors, painting a line of light across the ground between you. Like a barrier. Something you shouldn't cross.

"I can't be your boyfriend." Curtis says finally, spitting it out.

"But you like me as more than a friend?" the question is one you have been dying to ask outright for months. Something you weren't sure was allowed. But all bets are off now.

"Yes," he gives you a straight answer for once, and drives it home. "I always have."

"But you can't be my boyfriend." you're not asking him, it's more like you're solidifying the point he made before. Getting it settled in your head. A silence settles, uncomfortable and warm as the light creeps further into the room. The sun is setting, illuminating the garage in a golden hue.

"You're not him, Curtis."

The words punch Curtis in the gut as you say them, his eyes widening.

"That's what this is about isn't it?" you raise an eyebrow, and move toward him, closing the space between you and crossing the line that nature drew in gold.

"What do you mean?" his question is pointless. He knows, he has known since it happened, why he pulled away. His brother Ray is dangerous and mean. Hard as a stone and poison to the blood. The blood that he has running through his veins.

"You think you're like him, like Ray, but you're not." You reach a hand out, and take his in your own. "You're better."

It takes everything Curtis has in him not to kiss you.

"How do you know that?" there's a vulnerability there, hiding beneath his words. But he squeezes your hand, and he knows, even as he tries to deny it, that he's giving in.

You smile, and let go of his hand, reaching up with both of yours to hold his face gently. "I know you Curtis Young, and you are the only boy I've ever loved."

Love. You've said it, and even as Curtis battles with his family line, he knows he feels the same. "My brother is dangerous," He manages to say, "I don't want you getting caught up in that, in me."

There's a soft smile on your face, a gentle upturn of your lips full of care and sincerity that makes him want to do so many things. "So you're telling me you didn't kiss me because of your brother? Because you're afraid to be like him?" the question is heavy, but you take the weight instantly, running your thumb over his cheek. "Since when have you let your brother control what you do and don't do?"

Curtis grins then, he can't help it, not when it comes to you. "You've got a point there." he’s close enough now for you to hear him when he whispers, as he closes the space between you. And finally, after the mess of the past week, Curtis presses his lips to yours. The kiss is sweet, like the early days of summer and his nose bumps with yours in an awkward yet lovely finale.

"So," Curtis says when you pull away, so close that his lips still brush yours when he speaks. "I'm the only boy you've ever loved?"

You slap him on the shoulder, a playful touch, and he laughs. The weight off his chest for the first time, in a long time.

-

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NEVER BE LIKE YOU — jinu x fem!reader

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FLUFF / ANGST!

tw: self-worth issues, hearing voices, scars (could be attributed to self-harm if you squint), mentions of fighting, demons.

wc: 2.2k

۫ ꣑ৎ ｡°‧⭑.ᐟ

𝄞 We are hunters, voices strong.

Slaying demons with our song.

Fix the world and make it right.

When darkness finally meets the light. 𝄞

It's a funny thing, really.

Slaying demons, when you hear the same voice they do.

You know their pain. Why they did it.

Because you want to do it too.

"Don't worry, Bobby, Rumi's in great hands!" Zoey cheerfully assures through your phone, your stage manager, Bobby, on the other line.

"Yeah, just a couple singing juices and she'll be back to normal. Promise." You add, glancing over at the box of pouched tonics given by the subtly-sketchy doctor Zoey recommended to Rumi.

She'd been having troubles with her voice recently, and what with seeing the Honmoon flash gold, you couldn't risk anything.

It was a bit hypocritical of you, honestly. Rumi's singing was the least of your worries. You shook the thoughts from your head. You were fine, honestly. Who doesn't hear Gwi-Ma whispering in their ear, affirming the same fears they buried deep into the depths of their soul?

Your internal dialogue was interrupted by the tune of a catchy pop song playing through the air. The four of you stopped walking, squinting as a cloud of pink smoke filled the middle of the third space. Passerbyers stopped and gathered in a circle.

The smoke disappeared, and 5 barely attractive men appeared, dancing and singing along to their song. Your eyes squinted. Just on cue, the four of you collectively gasped.

"Those are the same jerks from earlier!" Rumi exclaimed, crossing her arms.

"We need to get a better look." Zoey exclaimed as if it were to help the entire group, though her eyes lingered on the white-haired boy a second longer.

You grabbed Rumi's hood, pulling it over her extremely recognizable hair. Your group huddled over, standing front-and-center in the audience.

Throughout the performance, you stared — with annoyance, of course — at whom appeared to be the leader of their group. Tall, with midnight black hair, and piercing eyes.

"It's annoyingly catchy.." Rumi huffed, the four of you slowly beginning to roll your shoulders to the beat.

Rhythmically, the boy-band danced around and sung to the fans. For a moment, you were simply bothered by the attention such arrogant men could receive. Then, you were attentive. You stepped forward from the group, the others calling you.

Just then, you spotted it. A flash of a pattern and reddened eyes appeared, only if you looked close enough. And it seemed as though their leader knew you knew, as he sent a wink your way. Rumi, Mira, and Zoey stepped toward you, finally noticing what you saw.

"Demons!" "Magicians!"

"I mean yeah, totally demons."

Your teeth gritted, foot tapping against the pavement with increased impatience.

God, when will this crowd disperse so you can slice your arrow through these demons?

۫ ꣑ৎ ｡°‧⭑.ᐟ

It'd been a long month of running around Korea and trying to save the souls of the innocent civilians that'd been preyed on by — quite literally — devilishly attractive boy-band, Saja Boys.

You took it as a cat and mouse game, like Tom and Jerry. Except if Huntrix was Tom and the Saja Boys were Jerry, because the four of you couldn't seem to lay your claws into their demonic skin.

Each and everytime your two groups would make contact, you would end up in a solo fight against Jinu. Jinu, that damned leader, who clearly needed someone to shoot that smug smile off of his smug face.

Though, at the same time, it felt as if you fought against him in harmony — contradictory, you were well aware. He'd dodge and you'd block in a synchronized duel to the death of sorts, your eyes meeting just as an arrow would slice past his shiny hair. He would pause, looking at you — no, reading you. Analyzing. And intently, at that. As if he could see something nobody else could. Knew something nobody else did.

You dabbed a towel across your damp face after finishing your skincare routine, straightening up to face your reflection. You paused, staring at yourself. You analyzed your features, your body.

Were you the reason Huntrix couldn't capture the Saja Boys?

It wouldn't have been a shocker if that was the case. Look at you. You're weak. No endurance, and some would argue that your voice could never be as strong as the other girls'. But you were the leader. They needed you, right? Because everyone had their strong suits. Zoey, the rapper. Mira, the dancer. Rumi, the lead harmony. And you...

Well you...

...

'You really shouldn't be struggling this much to find a reason to stay in this group..'

'Perhaps, there's no reason at all.'

'After all, who needs four hunters? Sure, it's always been four, but, I'm sure they could manage. You're just extra weight, really.'

You shook your head, gently pinching your wrist. It was the eighth time this month you heard that deep, brooding, evil, voice. But who's counting, right?

You look back up into the mirror, those eyes meeting yours not feeling the same as before. They were disheartened, scared. But you couldn't be. Hunters don't show weakness.

Suddenly, you feel a burning sensation across your stomach. You cry out, grabbing onto the bathroom countertop with one hand and clutching your lower-half with the other. Meekly, your eyes look back up into the mirror, eyes widening as you stare at the fresh purply-blue pattern across your stomach.

You had no time to process this event that would surely cause major disruption in your nonstop efforts to defeat the enemies that you had so easily defeated before, as your senses heightened and the hair on your neck raised.

Another Honmoon breach?

You open your balcony door, jumping from the ledge. You made your way down as stealthily as possible, running on the walls and sliding against the glass, jumping before you made an impact with the surface.

You ran as fast as your legs could take you, reaching the ancient old buildings filled with memories of history of South Korea from hundreds of years ago. An elderly woman, enjoying her evening stroll, was mere seconds away from becoming just another pawn in Gwi-Ma's game of life or death. You jumped from your hiding spot, reeling back your bow. With one eye closed, your fingers let go of the string, a gentle movement that created such chaos. Your dart whirred through the air and into the heart of a demon, it immediately being vanquished into thin air.

You let out a long, drawn-out sigh of relief, the tension in your chest slowly deflating as the woman in front of you remained fully immersed in her own world, continuing to listen to her music without a care. That music, unsurprisingly, was Soda Pop, which was now blasting so loudly through her flimsy, clearly not-so-soundproof earbuds that you could practically hear every beat and word crystal clear, despite the barrier between you.

Your feet instinctively turned, your body adjusting to prepare for the journey that would take you back home. Just as you began to take your first step away, you suddenly bumped into something — or rather, someone — a hard, unmoving figure that interrupted your motion.

“Gah! Oh, my apolo—” You began quickly, words of regret already spilling from your lips, but they stopped short, catching in your throat the moment your eyes landed on the face in front of you — that all-too-familiar, infuriatingly smug face, worn by none other than Jinu, whose signature shit-eating grin was already tugging at his lips.

Your eyes immediately narrowed into slits, your irises sharpening as you glared at him, aiming to pierce straight through his soul in the same way your arrow always aimed to pierce flesh.

Without wasting even a fraction of a second, you instinctively reeled backward, your hand flying to your sack to yank out another arrow with practiced urgency.

“Woah, woah, woah! Okay, hold on! Just relax, little hunter. I’m not here to fight with you,” Jinu blurted out quickly, raising both of his hands in a defensive gesture, palms up, as if to show he meant no harm.

“Yeah? Well, I AM!” you roared back at him, your voice booming louder than you intended, your fury surging as you released the arrow, letting it rip through the air like a flash of judgment.

But, just as always — like he had done countless times before — Jinu effortlessly avoided your attack, barely moving, his arms still casually crossed over his chest, like he was simply waiting in line at a bakery.

“Someone’s a little trigger-happy today,” he commented with a half-smirk, tone teasing.

“No, just increasingly enraged,” you shot back, your jaw clenched as the irritation in your voice sharpened.

He opened his mouth, clearly ready to fire back with another one of his trademark snarky comebacks — but then, something strange happened.

He stopped.

“You... You’re part... demon?” he whispered, his voice low and unsteady, like he wasn’t sure if he believed what he was saying out loud.

Jinu blinked, then rubbed his eyes as if that would somehow clear his vision — but doing so only confirmed what he’d seen.

There it was. Though small and not immediately obvious, the unmistakable, glossy purple mark had become visible on your waist, peeking out just beneath the edge of your cropped top. It shimmered slightly in the light. Your expression fell in an instant, your hand flying to the mark to cover it, while your other hand held your arrow tight like it was a lifeline — or a weaponized trident.

“You shut your mouth. You don’t know what you’re talking about,” you snapped sharply, voice full of venom, even as your eyes betrayed a flicker of uncertainty.

But instead of mocking you or denying it, Jinu took a slow, steady step forward.

And just as instinctively, you stepped back.

“Do you... hear him, too?” he asked, his voice hushed, carrying weight and wonder, like the words themselves were forbidden.

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t answer. Your mouth opened slightly, but nothing came out. Your guard — normally so solid, so sure — faltered. Just for a moment. But it was enough. Just long enough for a tiny piece of him to slip through your defenses.

“You’re like me.”

At those words, something inside you snapped. You? Like him? He was a demon — for the hunters’ sake! You were nothing like that. You were just... just unlucky. Maybe it was some weird curse. Or a random scar. Or maybe even a rare case of appendicitis, for all anyone knew!

“I will never be like you.” Your voice rang out, clear as day, though it trembled slightly at the edges — just like your world had begun to tremble the day that damned pattern first appeared.

Jinu stepped forward again. This time, you didn’t move away.

Now, the space between you was almost nonexistent. Your chests were nearly touching. Your breathing slowly synced, rising and falling in tandem. You blinked slowly, your throat dry, forcing yourself to swallow carefully.

Jinu’s hand moved — hesitant but intentional — reaching toward you. He paused, waiting for you to push him away. When you didn’t, he continued, letting his thumb brush softly against the mark on your waist. The texture of the scar beneath his touch was slick and strange, a stark contrast to the warmth of your skin surrounding it.

You turned your head away sharply, your gaze fleeing from his, afraid that locking eyes with him might somehow solidify the fear that had been creeping into your chest for weeks.

But his other hand moved now, reaching gently for your jaw. He turned your face back toward him with a kind of care that felt oddly grounding. His first hand — the one at your waist — shifted, gripping more firmly, pulling you ever so slightly closer to him.

“Are you afraid... of me?” he asked softly, the gentleness in his voice making it impossible to ignore the question — even though you so badly wanted to.

You didn’t speak. Your lips parted slightly, a shaky breath escaping as your chest rose.

His gaze flickered, shifting between your eyes and your lips. The tension in the air was thick. Slowly, so very slowly, Jinu began to lean in closer. Now, your lips were just barely apart, almost touching. His eyes fluttered closed as he leaned in. Inside your stomach, it felt like a tiger was chasing a butterfly, wild and chaotic.

And then — just at the very last second — you jumped back.

You reached behind you quickly, grabbing your bow and pulling the string back tight, your stance firm and aimed.

Jinu blinked in surprise, his expression sobering. He narrowed his eyes just slightly, but the look in them wasn’t angry. If anything, it was understanding — though you could see a trace of sadness lingering there. Maybe even pity.

Raising his hands slowly above his head, he took a few careful steps backward, his feet nearly silent.

“S-Stay back... Demon,” you warned, your voice unsteady but firm, your fingers pulling the bowstring back even farther, ready to let it fly.

“Until we meet again, Y/N,” he said softly, his voice gentle — far too gentle — like it was wrapping around your heart and dropping it to the ground.

You released the arrow, letting it fly.

But it hit nothing.

Because Jinu had already vanished into the air, disappearing into a soft cloud of pink smoke.

What... are you?

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whos ready for this amazing jinu story coming out tomorrow

also lmk in comments or in my inbox if you want this specific story to be smut, or fluff + angst? i think based on how detailed ive made the concept so far that it's too good to be a smut, but perhaps ill make a less detail oriented and more kink oriented smut thing on jinu because i like this idea too much

this jinu story from kpdh is coming out tomorrow tho!! be hype

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SQUID GAMES FANFICTIONS!

nam-gyu smut, puppy love.

kang dae-ho fluff, i'm here.

kang dae-ho fluff, forever.

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next post give me idea!

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PUPPY LOVE — namgyu x fem!reader

tw: 'dead dove do not eat', knife-play, carving into skin, dom!namgyu, naive!reader, submissive!reader, sadist!namgyu, sadism, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, fingering, cunnilingus, creampie, mentions of death, dubcon.

wc: 2.7k

a/n: i tried a new-ish writing style for this smut story! i hope you guys enjoy it and i made it a bit 'darker' for you lil sick freakos reading these!! i always find the contrast between me and what i write so appalling loll like if you saw me, the most basic white girl ever, in public, you would NEVAAA think it was me writing this freaky shit. what can i say im a woman of many layers.

ALSO!! i'm very new to the freaky smut but AM extremely open! if you have any writing recommendations as to how to make my writing darker and freaker + kink ideas please send me a message in my inbox!

۫ ꣑ৎ ｡°‧⭑.ᐟ

It was puppy love. Truly, utterly, fully.

It was quite laughable, honestly. You, such a naïve, sweet, innocent, girl.

How did you, of all people, end up in such a place?

It swarmed his thoughts. Took over his every moment, his very being.

It was an obsession. A deep, brooding, gross, obession.

And of course, like the dumb plaything he knew you were, you fell for it.

You were hiding in the corner of a room painted with fish, bubbles, and seaweed. It was hide-and-seek.

You were a blue.

Of course, to you, you preferred that. Not only have you never wielded a weapon, but you wouldn't have the heart to kill someone if you tried.

Hurried footsteps passed by ever so often, some stopping just outside the door that felt as if it was taunting you. You felt as if you were going mad, and you could've sworn you heard that damned door singing a playground song just above a whisper, as if this was all one big fucking game.

"What are we looking for?" An all too familiar voice questioned right in your hallway, and your heartbeat faltered. Fuck.

Nam-Gyu, inches away, casually having a conversation all the while searching for blue's to kill. And, as your mind made extremely aware in every thought you had, you were a blue.

You didn't know whether to be relieved or petrified. On one hand, Nam-Gyu had saved you countless times throughout the games. During mingle, he snatched you at the last second when it was three to a room and the girls you were with had ditched you. He had his team recruit you during the team race when they had needed one more person and you had nobody yet. He protected you during the blackout fight as a man cornered you behind one of the bunk beds.

He had come up right behind that fucker with a shank seemingly made from a jagged piece of a lunchbox we'd been given, and slit his neck straight through.

Then again, you were smart enough to see that he and Thanos had clearly been drugged up the entirety of the games. And what you had seen them do made it clear that Nam-Gyu was — is, no stranger to murder.

"Someone." The other voice responded, opening a door just down the hall from you. Your fists tightened into two balls, attempting to make yourself look intimidating, though you simply looked like a red panda standing on it's hind legs.

"Ah, that pregnant girl, huh? You like her? Love her?" Nam-Gyu teased, earning silence from the other boy.

"Don't hold out on me. I have a soft spot too, y'know." He sighed, and their voices got closer.

And closer.

And closer, until.

Your room creaked open. You were sat in the corner blocked by the door, and you hoped and prayed and fucking begged to whatever merciful God would listen that they would just leave.

But of course, when did pleading get anyone anywhere?

The other man, who you now recognized as Player 333, peeked around the door, eyes locking on you like an eagle hunting a mouse. His posture straightened as he closed the door, looming over you.

You wordlessly sat curled up, fists still tight in balls.

Player 333's knife slowly raised, catching Nam-Gyu's attention. His eyes finally made their way over to you, and he held a hand out in front of Player 333.

"Cool it, Myung-Gi. I told you I had a soft spot, didn't I?" He smirked, looking down at you with those eyes that made your hole clench and underwear soak with your fluids.

You stared up at him with those large, doe eyes. Those same doe eyes that Nam-Gyu dreamed of seeing the light fade from as he stabbed your body mercilessly, all the while slicing your dead insides with his cock.

You, sat on the floor, helpless and defenseless? An erotic scene to him.

Seeing you so powerless made him want to take you then and there. But he would wait.

He was a patient man, you should really thank him for that.

Grabbing you by your arm, he dragged you out of the room, arm wrapping your waist so tightly as he brought you along his and Myung-Gi's endeavors through the maze. He was holding you to protect you, sure, but that protection was solely for his future benefit.

You knew that deep down though, didn't you? You just didn't want to admit it.

The rest of the maze went by like a blur. The death of Hyun-Ju hit you like a brick, though you could barely process it. You tried to stop Myung-gi, you really did. But Nam-Gyu enjoyed seeing you plead, and he decided he wanted to break you down just a bit more.

You sat in the corner of the dormitory, hiding in the very last bunk bed of your row. You sat fiddling with the boiled potatoes so 'graciously' fed to you by the guards, meals becoming more and more scarce.

You supposed that now they truly began seeing us as animals, rather than humans with stories.

Nam-Gyu approached just before lights out as everyone began to crawl into bed. Your head felt light from the week's events, and you hadn't noticed him until your bed sunk under his weight.

He seemed different now, more jittery. You figured as much, as you overheard his frantic pleas with the guards for the necklace you knew held the pills he and Thanos took to ride over the games.

"I never thanked you," You began, placing the half-eaten potato to the side.

"For saving me, that is." You looked up at him with those big, round, doe-eyes once more, and to him it filled him up more than the drugs.

"Yea-Yeah." He muttered. Nam-Gyu wasn't too sure why he approached you. After all, whatever devilish thoughts he had in the maze were slowly wearing off as the drugs did.

But when he heard your slight wince and saw you wipe a drabble of blood from your wrist, it was as if a switch flipped in him. He straightened his posture, placing a hand on your knee.

"You really should thank me."

He turned on your bed so that he was now face to face with you, slowly pulling you toward him.

"After all, I could've fuckin' killed you. Sliced you riiight open, then and there." His chuckle was dark, taunting.

Your brows furrowed, lips in that pouting position that made him want to tie you up and let you cry and cry as he did whatever the fuck he wanted to you.

"O-Of course. How can I thank you?" Oh, how desperate you were. It was childish of you, really. Almost laughable. How could you not see right through him? He was nothing but the shell of a man, and inside, a small ego waiting to be cracked.

But puppy love really does blind you, right?

At that moment, you wanted nothing more than to repay your debt toward him, "No matter what." You said firmly, though you weren't thinking too deep into what the matter would be.

Then, the lights shut, and the only thing visible were his eyes, wide and crazed.

You squinted, trying to make out Nam-Gyu's figure in the darkness. Soon, your eyes adjusted, and the outline of what seemed to be the same shank Nam-Gyu had killed the man with during the breakout was dangling in his hand. He slowly waved it around, as if it were a piece of candy to a child.

He brought it to your neck, and you quickly pushed him away and scrambled back. With a hushed tone, you whisper-shouted, "Nam-Gyu! What the hell are you doing?"

His calloused hand reached for your cheek, and you flinched, before getting comfortable in his hold as if it was a second nature to your body.

"Honey, you said you would do anything to thank me.." He sighed, and for a moment you really believed he felt sad.

"I.."

"And if you wanna thank me, you should let me do whatever the fuck I want to you, right?" His question seemed more rhetorical than anything, as he let the blade press against your neck once more.

You nodded your head — just barely — but enough for the knife to cut your skin just so a tiny droplet rolled down the metal and onto his finger.

His hands were shaking with exhilaration as he brought his finger to his mouth, glee filling his senses when he tasted your fresh crimson blood.

The taste drove him mad. He yearned for it. His obsession with all things gory was probably worse than your obsession for all things Nam-Gyu.

He felt himself get hard as that one speck of blood rolled down his tongue and into his stomach. It dropped onto the surface of his stomach acid and brewed, and he could feel every moment of it.

In a flash, he had straddled you and pinned your arms down. Try as you might, you weren't getting out of his blood-lusted grip.

"I'm scared." You whimpered meekly.

Nam-Gyu threw his head back sardonically, your fear causing his dick to throb even harder against the polyester material of the uniform tracksuit. "Fuuuuck, keep complaining like that and I'll come right fucking here."

A smile formed on your lips. You were just so eager to please him, and hearing him give you this praise caused you to unexpectedly buck up into him.

"Getting eager now, are we?" He smirks, lowering his head to your neck, nipping and biting without a care in the world.

Nam-Gyu pulls you up, now sitting on his lap, and unzips your sweatshirt. His hands, cold and calculated, travel underneath your shirt and to your breasts, squeezing and pinching your nipples through your bra. You let out a soft sigh, enjoying the pleasure he was giving you.

Your moment of tranquility was interrupted as he slams you down on the bed once again, your head bouncing on the hard cushion. He pulls down your pants throwing them to the side and immediately shoving your underwear to the side, pounding his fingers into your clit without giving you time to adjust.

You let out a loud cry for the dead silent room, silenced just as quickly as it happened by Nam-Gyu's hand. His eyes hold an unforgiving and cruel look, his fingers pounding harder as the pain slowly morphed into pleasure.

"You keep your fucking slutty mouth shut, bitch." He warned, grazing your arm with the shank.

You nodded desperately, not wanting to meet your fate by the hands of a man you would devote your life to.

His fingers twisted and curled and rammed and scissored right into your g-spot, your hips bucking wildly at his motions.

"Y'gonna cum for me, baby?" He taunted in your ear, and you responded with a whimper through his hand.

"Hold it." Just like that, his fingers were removed and your high quickly dissolved.

You sat up angrily, until the look on Nam-Gyu's face made it clear he wouldn't put up with retaliation. Nam-Gyu pulled your panties down and off your legs, kissing your ankle and foot as he did so. He kissed all the way up your leg, finally making it to your clit. You grew excited once more as you assumed the pleasure would resume, until you felt a poke from the daunting object you've tried to ignore through this confusing spiral of pleasure and fear.

He saw your expression change, having to hold himself back from creaming at just how much fear you held toward him. God, did you really think this puppy love was real?

"The rules are simple. If you buck up, you stab yourself. You'll be the only one hurting you." He explained carelessly, pulling down his pants in the process.

With one hand holding the blade in place and the other supporting him as he bent over you, he began kissing you roughly.

There was nothing romantic about the kiss. In fact, you felt as though he was forced to kiss you. You wouldn't have that. You wanted to please him.

You reached up, entangling your fingers through his long hair, tongues connecting and swirling around each other. Nam-Gyu smiled into the kiss, knowing just how much he had you wrapped around his pretty little sadistic finger.

Breaking the kiss, he spoke up once more, "Jerk me off."

You felt as though you were a robot with how fast your hand encircled his long, hard, dick, moving up and down and up and down.

He grunted quietly throughout the process, your hand swirling around and rubbing on his tip. He thrusted forward into your hand, head dropping in pleasure.

Nam-Gyu swirled your nipples in his fingers once more, and you had to physically and mentally restrain yourself from fucking up into the air. There's a blade an inch away from your pussy, remember? You forgot to remind yourself not to moan, and you let out a whimper. Not a loud one, but loud enough for Nam-Gyu to feel as though he needed to punish you.

You remained jerking him off, knowing what was to come. You hoped he would take it easy on you, considering the enjoyment you could tell he was receiving. You were sorely mistaken, though, as you felt the knife glide across your stomach.

Your mind traced the patterns he wrote in your skin as you began to sob. N, then A, then M.. Was he..?

After an agonizing few minutes, NAM-GYU, written in all capitals, was sprawled across your stomach. He stared down at his creation, fucking himself in your hand harder and harder.

"Can't.. Need to.. Feel you.." He gasped, slapping your hand away and — luckily — placing the knife to the side. Without a moment's notice, his dick was in you and fast.

You slapped your hand over your mouth as you let out a pornographic moan, your head banging against the black support beams of the bunk beds.

He pounded in hard and unforgivingly. You were his little toy, free to do whatever he pleased to. You should consider yourself lucky, honestly. He could've killed you, for christ's sake. But he didn't.

To thank him, you let him continue pounding into you, your nails digging into your back.

You felt as though you were going up a rollercoaster, the feeling of your blood dripping from your stomach, the pain you were currently feeling, mixed with the fear you had for the man railing you made the feeling all the more enticing. You were sick in the head, but so was he.

You guess that's why you had such puppy love.

You were on the brink, but you needed more. Your legs locked around his waist, and his eyes rolled back into his head at the deeper push. Nam-Gyu's hips stuttered, his hand reaching down and pinching your clit.

Your legs began to shake as you were so overwhelmed with pleasure, a silent scream emitting from your throat as your mouth opened wide.

Slowly, he pulled out, yours and his milky substances oozing from your hole. He bent down, licking at your clit, and you whined from the overstimulation.

"No.. No more, Gyu.." You cried, grabbing and tugging at his hair. He didn't listen, of course.

Nam-Gyu sucked your clit as if your juices were the last of water left on earth. His tongue protruded your hole, and your vision began to grow blurrier. Just as you thought you couldn't handle more, he dropped three of his fingers into your hole as he sucked your clit. Stars clouded your vision as your legs shook vigorously once more, your second orgasm hitting you like a shockwave.

After you rode down your high, Nam-Gyu slowly, teasingly, pulled his fingers from your clit.

"You still owe me, pretty." He warned, putting his clothes back on and leaving you naked.

You sat in shock as he made his way back over to the side of his room. Shakily, you pulled your pants back on and unrolled your '269' shirt. You wrapped your tracksuit around your waist to help with the bleeding, legs still spasming from the pleasure you had just felt.

You didn't know whether to feel fear or excitement.

Either way, your puppy love was making you blind to your imminent death.

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honestly...i feel the same jinu-

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I'M HERE — kang dae-ho x fem!reader

tw: mentions of sorta daddy issues ??, forced breakup, kinda angst like theres some tears, mentions of death, mentions of gunshots!

FLUFF!

wc: 3.0k

i wanted to bring some aspects of squid games to life! fluff is amazing, but how can there be fluff without a little heartbreak?? ;))

۫ ꣑ৎ ｡°‧⭑.ᐟ

You never thought life would take you to this point. You never imagined being driven away in a car, only to wake up in a sterile, white-walled room—surrounded by a sea of eight-row bunk beds, and hundreds of strangers. Yet here you were, sliding off the edge of your top bunk—the one tucked into the corner, making it easy to drop down onto the platform below.

The cold metal floor hit your feet with a thud, but the jarring impact didn’t compare to the shock that hit you next.

You looked up. Your heart stuttered. And there he was—Dae-ho.

The air between you thickened as your gazes locked. His face was just as stunned as yours, his eyes wide, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. "Dae-ho?" you whispered, breath catching in your throat.

His name hung in the air, a ghost from the past you never expected to face again.

"Is that really you?" Dae-ho barely managed to breathe out, his voice faltering as emotions he hadn’t even known he still carried rushed to the surface.

Ex-relationships are always complicated, but this? This was something else entirely. A clean break from a toxic partner is simple—sharp, quick, done. But this was no ordinary breakup.

You hadn’t wanted it to end. Hell, you still weren’t sure if you were ready to let go.

But his father had forced your hand from your Dae-ho's—figuratively, and literally. He’d never liked you. Not one bit. It had been clear the day he sent Dae-ho off to the military, isolating him from you, cutting all contact. He warned you not to talk to his 'precious boy' anymore, and much to your despair, you'd listened. And just like that, your relationship had faded away—no closure for him, no goodbyes.

Years had passed since then. No voice, no words, no scent of sandalwood and roses clinging to his skin.

Before you could say another word, the sharp sound of a buzzer ripped through the room.

You found yourself stepping away, heading into the main area of the room without a second glance. You didn’t know what would happen if you spoke to Dae-ho, but one thing was clear: if his father found out, he’d finish what he started. The thought sent a chill down your spine. You couldn’t allow that—no matter what. As much as you loved him, keeping him alive was all that mattered to you. Even if it meant never hearing his voice again. Even if it meant never touching him again. His heartbeat, his breath, that was enough for you.

Hundreds of people crowded the space, their faces a blur of tension and anticipation as they formed a line to pass through the doors. One by one, they took their photos, the flash stinging the air, and you tried to stay in the moment, ignoring the weight of eyes that seemed to follow you, but your gaze couldn’t help but flicker toward him. There he was, Dae-ho, standing in the line next to you, desperately trying to make eye contact. He waved once, his movements jerky, but you kept your focus fixed straight ahead. Your heart clenched. You couldn’t afford to look at him—not now. Not with everything on the line.

The doors creaked open, and the first game was revealed. Red light, green light. Simple, right? Just follow the rules. Stop when the song halts and run when it plays. Piece of cake, right?

But you were wrong.

As the song played, the rhythm easy at first, you shifted nervously, waiting for the game to begin. Then the unthinkable happened. A deafening gunshot sliced through the air. A woman at the front, his face twisted in fear and panic, crumpled to the ground. His body lay still. Gone. You blinked, dazed, the blood draining from your face. The man had been right—his warning had been clear, but you'd thought it was just another crazy story. You weren’t supposed to die. This was just a game. But the reality hit hard.

One by one, people were dropping. A few screamed, others froze, but you barely noticed them. Your focus narrowed, panic seizing your throat. The beat of your heart felt louder than the music, the pulse in your ears like a warning bell. Dae-ho. Where was he? Was he safe? Was he—?

The song slowed. Your legs tensed instinctively, muscles wound tight, and the room seemed to hold its breath. The doll’s mechanical song dragged, slowing the pace with it. You had to stop. Now. The world around you faded to a blur, the only thing clear in your mind being the instinctual need to freeze.

But then, suddenly, you felt a violent shove from behind. A force—strong, insistent—pushed you forward, and before you could even comprehend it, the words Red light! rang out. The game was on.

Your heart was pounding in your chest now, painfully fast, like it was trying to break free. No! Not like this, you thought. You could practically feel the cold barrel of the gun against your skin, the promise of the end so near. You braced yourself, waiting for the sound of the bullet, the sharp sting of death to end it all. You closed your eyes, knowing it was inevitable.

But then, it didn’t come.

Instead, there was a tug—a firm grip at the back of your tracksuit. The force of the pull was sharp, but comforting in a way. When the next green light was called, you whipped around, wide-eyed, heart racing even faster as you finally met the gaze of the person you never thought you’d see again, standing there, just behind you.

Dae-ho.

He was alive. His eyes were filled with concern, his face flushed with the panic he’d clearly held in for so long. The world around you seemed to blur as everything else disappeared into the background. All you could focus on was the boy standing in front of you, alive, breathing, and here. He was here.

You barely left Dae-ho’s side as the game progressed. Every move he made, you mirrored. When he ran, you ran. When he stopped, you stopped, your heart racing as the seconds ticked by. It felt as though you were tethered to him, a constant pull drawing you closer to the finish line, to safety, to him. The world seemed to narrow down to just the two of you. The other players, their screams, their desperation—they were mere echoes in the background as you both raced forward, heartbeat syncing with the rhythm of the game.

The finish line loomed ahead, and with a burst of adrenaline, you crossed it together. The timer blinked, and you both had made it—20 seconds to spare. You could hardly believe it. You were alive. He was alive. But at what cost?

The air felt thick with tension as you were herded back into the main room. The door slammed shut behind you, and the buzzing of the lights above made your head spin. The atmosphere shifted, and the sound of a heavy mechanism groaning filled the space. A massive golden piggy bank, the size of a small house, began to lower from the ceiling, its shiny surface glinting ominously. It creaked and groaned, the weight of its golden exterior pressing down like a reminder of what had just transpired.

Slowly, almost ceremoniously, it opened, revealing the amount of money won from the first game. The sight of it made your stomach churn. It was a fortune, no doubt. Enough to change the course of your life.

But the bloodshed—the cost—it weighed heavily on you. One person dead, their life snuffed out in an instant, was worth that much? You thought of the shark-like faces that had been hunting you before the moment you stepped into this nightmare, their breath cold on your neck, their eyes filled with hunger. That kind of money could’ve silenced two of them. Maybe even more.

Your gaze flickered toward Dae-ho, and you felt a knot tighten in your chest. He was staring at the money too, his expression unreadable for a moment before something in his eyes shifted. The desire was there—strong and undeniable. The temptation. He wanted to stay. He wanted to keep playing, to risk everything for the money.

You could see it in the way his hands twitched, how his lips pressed together, a faint tremor running through his body. There was something in the way he looked at the money—something hungry. You knew he wasn’t just thinking about himself. He was thinking about survival. This was a chance, maybe the only chance, to get out of this alive with something to show for it.

You didn’t want that. You didn’t want this to be the kind of world you lived in. But you loved him. You loved him enough to understand the desperation in his eyes.

So when the time came to vote, you didn’t hesitate. You knew what he wanted. You knew what he needed. And you couldn’t bear to leave him alone in this hellhole, not when there was so much more at stake than money. The choice was clear, despite the gnawing fear in your gut. You voted to stay.

For him. For you. For the hope that there might still be a way out.

Dinner came and went. It was nothing more than a piece of stale bread and a cup of water—barely enough to fill the gnawing emptiness in your stomach. But you didn’t complain. There wasn’t much to complain about anymore. You’d stopped expecting comfort, stopped hoping for kindness. It was just survival now.

When the lights flickered off, signaling the end of another day in this twisted hell, the silence that followed felt deafening. The weight of everything pressing down on your chest was almost unbearable. You needed an escape, even if just for a moment. You needed to clear your head, to put some space between yourself and the madness of it all.

You slipped quietly out of the room and made your way toward the bathroom, hoping for a minute alone to breathe. But when you reached the door, it was locked. You knocked once, then twice, then—desperate—began banging your fists against the cold metal.

"Please, I really need to pee, sir!" you begged, your voice strained, but the masked guard’s only response was the cold, unfeeling click of the window slamming shut.

Frustration bubbled up inside you. You could feel the pressure building in your abdomen, but your pleas felt like nothing more than echoes in an empty room. Why were they doing this? What kind of sadistic game was this? You rested your forehead against the door, taking a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, when suddenly—without warning—you felt a hand fall gently on your shoulder.

You flinched at the unexpected touch, but then you recognized the familiar warmth.

"Hey," Dae-ho’s voice was low but determined. "I need to pee, too! You want us to go on this floor? We will!"

He banged his fist against the door with a force that made you jump. The guard hesitated, and after a tense beat, reluctantly opened the door. You slipped inside quickly, your heart pounding in your chest.

As you entered, the guard’s attention was distracted by a call from another one further down the hall. Dae-ho walked beside you, silent for a moment, as you approached the bathrooms.

When you reached the women’s restroom, though, Dae-ho suddenly grabbed your arm, pulling you toward the men's bathroom.

"What are you doing?" you hissed, your voice sharp and panicked. "I can’t be in here!"

You tried to pull away, but his grip tightened.

"Stop. Just trust me." His voice was quiet, but there was something in it—something raw—that made you pause.

You swallowed hard, but before you could protest further, he pulled you through the door. The sound of it clicking shut behind you felt suffocating.

The dim lights of the men's room flickered overhead, casting strange shadows on the walls. You tried to shake off the feeling of discomfort, but there was something about being this close to him, this far from the boundaries you’d set, that made your heart race in an unfamiliar way.

As you walked to the far side of the restroom, trying to keep a distance, Dae-ho stopped.

His eyes locked onto yours, and there was a vulnerability there you hadn’t seen in a long time.

“You left me,” he spoke, his tone breaking slightly. "You... you left me. You let me go off to the military, and you broke up with me.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and painful. You froze, your heart thudding painfully in your chest. You hadn’t realized until that moment just how much it had affected him. You knew he didn't know what you knew, the terror his father caused you. But now, standing here in this sterile, lifeless place, you saw the cracks in his carefully constructed armor.

His lip quivered slightly, the tremor in his voice unmistakable. It hit you like a ton of bricks, the weight of the words, the regret in his eyes. It wasn’t just about the game anymore—it was about the past, the choices, the hurt that neither of you had truly addressed until now.

Your chest tightened as you fought the urge to say something, anything, to make things right. But you didn’t know how. The distance between you felt so vast, yet at the same time, so painfully close.

In the quiet of the men’s bathroom, with the weight of his confession lingering in the air, you realized something. This wasn’t just about survival anymore. It was about what you had lost, what you were still holding onto. And maybe, just maybe, this moment was where the game truly began for both of you.

“I... had to,” you whispered, barely able to keep your voice steady. Your head hung low, the weight of the confession almost too much to bear. “Your father made me. He... said he would...” You couldn’t finish it. The words stuck in your throat, sharp and heavy. You knew if you said it all, it would be like betraying everything. But it didn’t matter. Dae-ho understood.

The flicker of anger in his eyes came like a sudden storm—raw and violent—before it quickly faded into something else. Something deeper. His face hardened, but there was a pain there. Regret. Not at you, but for you. His father had broken you in ways you couldn’t even fully explain.

He took a step forward, his movements deliberate, as if he couldn’t trust himself to be gentle. Every inch he closed between you felt like a pressure building in the air, the space between you so thick it was almost suffocating. Your breath hitched in your chest, a lump forming in your throat. You could barely look at him, afraid of what you might see in his eyes. But when you finally dared, you saw only the raw vulnerability of someone who had been hurt too.

The space between you was closing, inch by inch. Your noses almost touching, you could feel his breath, ragged and uneven, mingling with yours. And for the first time in a long time, your heart felt like it was no longer beating alone.

You thought he would shout. You thought he would accuse you—demand to know why you hadn’t fought harder, why you had let his father control you. Why you had let him. But instead, there was only silence. A silence that spoke louder than anything he could say.

And then, without warning, he moved. His hands reached for you, not in anger, but with a kind of urgency that left you breathless. His lips found yours—soft at first, but with an intensity that caught you off guard. You could feel the desperation in it. The kiss was frantic, but it wasn’t about passion—it was about something much deeper. It was as if he had been holding his breath for too long, as if the moment had been building between you for ages, and now, he had no choice but to release it all.

His lips moved against yours with such intensity that you felt like you were drowning in him. It wasn’t rough. It wasn’t about hunger or lust. It was about the ache between you—about the years apart, the things left unsaid, the things neither of you had ever been strong enough to face. His lips trembled against yours, as though they were desperate for the air you breathed. And yours—yours were his oxygen.

You responded instinctively, your arms winding around him, pulling him closer. As you did, a quiet, broken cry escaped you. It was soft, but full of so much pain that it took your breath away. You couldn’t hold it in anymore. The floodgates had opened. Every single fear, every regret, every moment of helplessness that you had buried deep inside spilled out in that single, desperate sound. And it was swallowed by the kiss, as if he could take it all from you and make it disappear.

When you finally pulled apart, gasping for air, your head dropped to the crook of his neck, your body trembling. You could feel his pulse thudding under your cheek—steady and sure, a reminder that he was there, that you were still here, that this was still real. You closed your eyes tightly, as if trying to hold on to the moment for just a little bit longer. The world outside was still chaos, still cruel, but in this single, fragile moment, you had found something solid.

You didn’t speak. Neither of you did. The silence stretched between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was an unspoken understanding. You both knew that words couldn’t fix everything, but you knew being with each other could.

"I'm here," You whispered, nails digging into the back of his neck as if you were afraid he would disappear, "I'm always gonna be here."

[gigiszn]

heyyo! 🫶🏻

could i request a smut about dom!cheongsan x sub!reader where they got separated when the apocalypse because the reader trying to save cheongsan from gwinam (if thats possible) and endanger herself..after he saw her at one of the classroom through the drone, he came to save her and after that they do the makeup-sex thing at the empty classroom where no ones looking 😋🤓

thank ypuu so muchiee~~

DON'T LEAVE ME — dom!cheongsan x femsub!reader

tw: angst, smut, kissing, angry sex, makeup sex, exactly 1 (one) ass slap, fingering, grinding, mentions of blood, mentions of gore, fighting, creampie.

SMUT!

wc: 3.2k

A/N: GIGI IS BACK ON HER GRIND!! i was goin thru my submissions and saw this and its actually crazy because i wrote a draft to this request a while back but as i read over it it absolutely sucked so im going to rewrite it. i know this doesn't really follow your request and i do apologize for that!! truth be told i got really caught up in the writing that i went a bit off from your lore, but i hope it'll suffice!

also i know this is much more tame than the smut i usually write, but sometimes i gotta write softer. request more, i love you write for y'all!

۫ ꣑ৎ ｡°‧⭑.ᐟ

Peace. Community. Laughter.

All shredded within seconds as the light dulled in the eyes of your classmates and were filled with a brooding, wine red, and merciless gaze in their undead souls.

You were sat with your usual group, Cheongsan to your left as you sat quietly eating your lunch of kimbap and listening to the senseless chatter around you. You would sneak looks toward your left at times, Cheongsan sharing the same expression. It's an unspoken thing, what the two of you have. Always knowing what the other is thinking, and being able to rattle off jokes to each other without a word being spoken.

"Just get together already, ay?" One of Cheongsan's friends groan as he nudges you teasingly for the third time during the lunch period. Both of you froze in your antics, your face turning crimson. You were too afraid to look over at Cheongsan, afraid he'd have an expression of disgust or mockery. Before either of you could respond, the frantic banging on the cafeteria doors flooding your ears.

Twisting in your seat, you make eye contact with one of the people outside. Your brows begin to furrow, before widening as the boy you were staring at had it's ear ripped off his head by.. Another classmate?

He was being mauled. As were the others outside the lunchroom. The entirety of his brutal death, his eyes never left yours, and yours his. Your heart was pounding. Hands were shaking. You tapped your face and pinched your wrist, desperately trying to wake yourself up.

You weren't dreaming.

It was ineffable. You felt as though time slowed around you, the screams delayed as the piercing screech of glass cracking and crashing down onto the tiled floors mixed with the agonizing cries from those unfortunate enough to be close enough to the scene.

Just as quickly as the world slowed, it sped up and you were brought back to your senses by Bare-su, shaking your shoulders aggressively.

"Get it together, y/n!" You nodded hesitantly, following after him, but not before rubbing your eyes crazily, attempting to wash away the image of the classmate staring at you as he died. He stared through you, into your soul. It was an image you could never forget.

You looked around frantically, spotting Cheongsan on the opposite side of the cafeteria with On-jo and her friend. The sound of snarls and the sight of a classmate with half their jaw ripped making their way toward him initiated your fight or flight.

Scrambling from Bare-su's grip, you messily run toward Cheongsan, knocking into people, tables, and chairs on the way. The overhead sprinklers initiate, leaving you soaking wet and slipping across the floors. You're bold yet deliberate in your movements, eyes shooting into tunnel vision as you had your eyes set on Cheongsan. Just as you're an arms reach away, your eyes lock onto Gwi-nam.

He'd helped you long ago. You still weren't sure why. On a rainy school night you had gone to the convenience store, hoping to buy dinner for you and your younger sister with the little money you had earned from helping a teacher bring heavy boxes to and from their car that afternoon. You were $3.19 short. It felt as though that $3.19 was fate, clutching your neck and never letting go of it's grip of hopelessness. It had you wrapped around it's finger like a noose, and every break you had seemed to fade in an instant as it was replaced by your usual bad luck. A hand slapped down next to yours at the front desk, $3.19 placed on the counter. You made eye-contact with the rough-looking boy, and a glimmer of hope shined in your eyes that night. Wordlessly, Gwi-nam had turned and left the store.

Now, he's fighting, and not putting up a good one. He had a look in his eyes you'd never seen before. Was it pain? Pride? Despair? In that moment, you felt as though their were two strings pulling you either way. Cheongsan was now up on a table, helping others out while screaming your name. His gestures were frantic and erratic, as his focus would shift between you and the blood-sucking students slipping and biting mindlessly. Gwi-nam was under a table, kicking frenziedly. He was holding them off, but not for long.

With one final longing gaze, you turned toward Gwi-nam, the string pulling you toward Cheongsan, one held together by your shared trust, snapping. His breath caught in his throat as you grabbed the school's notorious bully and pulled him to the kitchen. You had chosen him over him? His emotions were spiraling, and so were his thoughts. But as much as he wanted to sit there and dwell, he forced himself back to reality, pushing himself through the window at the last moment.

Ducking underneath a table in the kitchen, you hurriedly pulled Gwi-nam underneath with you. Just as he was about to protest, or question your actions, or say anything at that matter, you slapped your hand over his mouth. Once more, he attempted to say something, but caught himself and quieted down as the gurgling hisses came from an undead classmate lurking just a metre away. There was another person underneath the table with the two of you, a boy you recognized from your third period class.

He was whimpering, biting his knuckles, striving to silence his noises. Though it was evident his efforts were pointless, the sound of blood squeaking against shoes growing increasingly louder and louder, nearing you.

In the blink of an eye, the whimpers turned to screams and pleas. You turn your head just in time to see Gwi-nam's foot retreating back to your side as the boy sharing the table with the two of your wriggled on the floor in agony.

You couldn't stay here. You knew that. And just as quickly as Gwi-nam sacrificed that boy, he was dragging the two of you up and through a window. He pushed you out first, your back landing on a ventilation system. The wind was knocked out of you, and for the first time that hour, you could almost picture exactly what the other students felt as their lives were unsparingly ripped from them — quite literally.

You had no time to readjust and gather yourself before Gwi-nam was tugging at the sleeve of your hoodie once more, your lungs barely able to keep up with the speed you were moving at.

۫ ꣑ৎ ｡°‧⭑.ᐟ

The couple days you had spent living — rather, surviving — with Gwi-nam had been.. eye opening. He had ran into Cheongsan and returned from what he told you was a supply hunt with nothing but one eye missing and a new 'half-bie' attribute, as you liked to call it. You wouldn't call the two of you friends, but you had definitely began to understand each other the more time you spent talking to keep yourselves from going insane. You felt indebted at first, as he had saved you and your sister once. You learned he had a little sister too, and he couldn't bare the thought of that being his sister he couldn't provide for.

You were running through the halls, as the thought of your sister ran through your mind. Was she safe? Was she at home, hiding out under her My Little Pony blanket, holding tightly onto Poncho, your Siamese cat? Was she hungry? Thirsty? Scared?

The plan was simple. Gwi-nam would distract the zombies as you ran to the rooftop, then coming to defend you once you were at the stairs. It was working seamlessly, until —

"Y/N..?" A voice muttered.

Your head snapped to the side, seeing Cheong-san staring at you with wide eyes. Ones filled with anger and joy, two contradicting emotions both residing in him at once. Before you could say more, he turned his attention to the other classmates, bring them up the stairs and attacking the turned classmates.

Most looked at you with shock as they passed by, their attention mainly focused on your shared objective.

The rooftop.

Gwi-nam finally caught up to you, throwing a zombified classmate against the wall before it could attack your frozen body.

"What are you doing, Y/N?! Go upsta — " His confusion was stopped as he finally turned to see what had caught you in such a trance. Cheong-san began running up the stairs to where you were, before his eyes locked on Gwi-nam.

"You're with him.. still..?" He muttered, before twisting his body to the side as Gwi-nam let out a cry and charged forward.

You stumbled back at the scene, seeing the two of them begin to attack each other. You were aware of what had happened in the library. According to Gwi-nam, Cheong-san had cornered him, pushing him into the library ruthlessly, even though there was plenty of space for the both of them to run.

Though at the moment you had questions and anger bubbling for the two of them, you knew the dangers that would happen if Gwi-nam bit Cheongsan.

You grabbed him, sprinting away from Gwi-nam and up the stairs. This fueled him even more. The two of you staggered up the stairs hectically, but it was too late. The stairway was filled and your classmates couldn't hold off the pack of zombies at the rooftop door any longer. Gwi-nam was catching up and it was seeming like there was a dead end. You could almost laugh. Just as you thought the hands of fate couldn't reach you any longer, they snuck up behind you and dragged you into the pits of torment and misery.

But you weren't going to let it happen.

In a flash, you grabbed Cheongsan once more, turning him into a hallway filled with zombies. They came toward you both, and you slid into a room at the final moment, Gwi-nam's hands practically close enough to grab your hair.

It was the teachers lounge, luckily one of the few rooms in the school with a lock on the door.

Wordlessly, the two of you knew exactly what the other wanted to do, both hurriedly shoving furniture against the doors and shutting the blinds. It felt practiced, though it was as unplanned as this god-forsaken apocalypse.

You were breathless. Partly from the 'running-for-your-life', but also at the fact that the boy you were for certain had met death himself was standing right before you.

You hurried over to Cheongsan, arms outspread as you prepared to jump forward and latch your arms around him and never let go like you had done previously.

Before you were close enough, he outstretched his arm and stopped you.

"Ch.. Cheongsan?" You stammer out, eyes that were already brimmed with tears now glossing over.

"You.. left me." He spat out, voice raspy. His outstretched was hand shaking, his head turned to the side. You could've sworn you saw a tear fall onto the tile beneath your feet.

"Please, just let me —" Before you could finish, he shoved you against the wall — and hard.

"Let you WHAT?! Leave again?!" His voice dripped with venom, his words swirling through the air and into your ears as you got over the dizziness from his shove.

"I was so worried, so.. so ANGRY!" Cheongsan yelled out. The zombies outside heard his outrage, their noises growing louder. Though his anger was at his peak, he lowered his tone. No matter how angry, he wasn't going to let you nor himself die.

He finally made eye contact with you, and it felt as your world slowed once more. Just as it did in the cafeteria. Just as it did in the stairway. Just as it did now.

You felt the string between you two reform, building and strengthening. Then, you felt it pull. It pulled and pulled until you couldn't control it any longer, your arms winding around his neck and your lips pressing against his.

The kiss is soft at first, hesitant, like he didn't want to wake up from whatever dream he was having, as if he was afraid it would all vanish in mere seconds.

But it became demanding, vulgar, erotic. Your leg swung around his waist, your other foot on it's tippy-toes as his hands messily explore your waist, then your ass. He squeezes and digs his nails in, your head leaning back against the wall.

You fit like two pieces in a puzzle. He knew what to do, and you knew when to do it. His lips and tongue slid across your neck, sucking and slurping pornographically, like a man drinking water after being stuck in the desert.

He groped you hungrily. Angrily. Wantingly.

"I.. didn't want to — ugh! — leave you, 오빠," You began explaining, though your explanation was on the back of both your minds as your hands scrambled to his belt, his unzipping your hoodie.

"Yeah? Well it didn't seem that way when you — fuck.. — ran after that bitch Gwi-nam." Cheongsan retaliated, pausing as your hand began to palm at his boxers.

You paused your conversation, pulling him by his waistband toward you. You pulled down your sweatpants, then lifting up your skirt. All you had to do was stare up at him with pleading eyes, and he's grinding against you with the urgency of a dying man.

"You feel so good.." He whined, his clothed cock rubbing against your underwear, his veiny hands locked onto your breasts as if they were the only things grounding him.

Your lips latch onto his once more. Cheongsan groans softly into the kiss, his body responding instinctively to the friction. He pushed you harder against the wall, hands roaming over your curves as he deepens the kiss, seeking comfort and release in your touch. His tongue slips into your mouth, exploring with a mix of passion and frustration.

"I need you.." He whispers against your lips, his voice husky with need.

"You have me."

Cheongsan's hands move to your thighs, lifting you up and pinning you. He presses his hips against yours, grinding himself faster than before, almost like a rabid dog. The tension between the two of you is palpable. His lips trail down your chest, swirling your nipple between his teeth as he starts to lose himself in the moment.

"Do you even know what he did to me, Y/N?"

"No, but I know you betrayed him."

He looks up at you with a scoff, shoving your panties to the side and ramming his fingers into your tight hole angrily. "Is that what you really think? You believed that dick?"

Your hands gripped his shoulders intensely, trying to force yourself to hate the feeling. But as his long fingers rolled in and out, repeatedly pressing against your mushy clump of cells that he and you both felt, all anger went out the window.

"Wh-What are you talk — UGH! — ing abouut?!" You whined, then moaned, then cried out.

"He tried to kill me. I thought with what he could do to me, he did worse to you."

The realization of his words hit you like a punch to the face. Or rather, an orgasm in your clit, as your legs spasmed against his waist, your clit rubbing against his cock unintentionally.

Cheongsan carried you over to a sofa, throwing you down carelessly. Though you didn't really mind, as his anger turned you on all the more.

"I didn't know.." You sighed as he climbed on top of you, faces inches away from each other.

"We'll talk about it after I fuck you, yeah?"

"Just shut up and ruin me."

Cheongsan's eyes darken with desire at your words, his hands trembling with want as he fully kicks off his pants, then sliding his boxers down. He looks down at you, his gaze intense and hungry, the grief and pain over lost classmates momentarily replaced by raw lust, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

The once awkward and shy boy you knew now positions himself between your legs, his cock brushing against the entrance to your tight, pulsing, desperate pussy. Just before he shoves his dick in and pounds you relentlessly, he bends down and whispers in your ear. "I'll make you beg for mercy, Y/N/N. You'll regret asking me to ruin you."

Impatiently, you roll over, flipping him so that you're now on top. You straddle his waist, sliding your pussy down on his throbbing cock. Cheongsan's eyes widen in surprise as you take control, a guttural moan escaping his lips as you impale yourself on his cock.

He felt so wrong, yet so right, knowing there were the undead metres away, as he fucks the girl of his dreams. You were his forbidden fruit, the snake beckoning him toward the apple.

And he loved it.

His hands grip your hips tightly, fingers digging into your flesh as he tries to regain some semblance of control. He looks up at you, his gaze fierce and primal, hips bucking upwards to meet your thrusts.

"Fuck, yes.." You whine, biting down on his shoulder, hands running across his chest.

Cheongsan grunts in pleasure and pain as you bite him, the one classmate he right now wouldn't have minded doing that. His hands slide upwards, squeezing your breasts roughly. He begins thrusting up into you harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

Maybe it was the anger, frustration, fear, sadness, or relief.

Maybe it was the fact that it was you.

Nonetheless, Cheongsan let all the guilt and disgust of feeling pleasure wash away as his eyes fixate on you, your breasts bouncing rhythmically. His eyes roam over your body, taking in the sight of you riding him with wild abandon.

"Please don't — gah.. — don't leave me again." Cheongsan whines, head throwing back.

"I love you.. I love you, Y/N/N.."

His words send you spiraling and just over the edge, biting your lip so hard it bled. Cheongsan can feel your pussy tightening around his cock, the slick sounds of your wetness filling the room as you approach your orgasm. He slaps your ass hard, his own pleasure mounting rapidly. He grabs your hips and slams you down onto his cock, holding you in place as he grinds down against you.

Your eyes lock onto his once more, and you swore that for a moment the noise outside stopped and it was just the two of you.

Cheongsan's restraint snaps as he feels your pussy clench all around him, milking his cock for all it's worth. He lets out a loud groan, his hips bucking wildly as he unloads inside you, his cum flooding your already dripping cunt. His fingers dig into your hips hard enough to bruise, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as your orgasm hits simultaneously.

Panting, you roll off of Cheongsan and sit next to him. The sofa faces the window, and you watch as the zombies mindlessly walk around, smelling and hearing for their next meal.

Cheongsan catches his breath, his chest heaving as he looks at you with a mix of love and exhaustion. He follows your gaze to the window, his expression darkening as reality sets back in. He pulls you close, wrapping an arm around your waist as he rests his head on your shoulder.

"We'll figure it out."

"Yeah.. sure."

"Lets just sit here for a second, though."

"Aww, is someone tired?"

"S-Shut up, Y/N. I'm just.. recharging."

[gigiszn]

We Live and Breathe Hatred.

Behind closed doors, you'll never really see the way things happen and the reasons for how people act. You won't see their walls crumble around them, feel how unstable their feet feel while stood on solid ground, how even the slightest smell or sound can trigger their fight or flight.

We live and breathe hatred.

We live in a world where flight has done its duty and ran, while fight remains and brews inside the cores of every being left. We argue, we scream, we punch, we kick, we kill, we bomb, we shoot. We do all this without regard for any moral code or humanity.

I write this after a long long time because Fight or Flight is more important now than ever before. I could write about the wars, the presidents, the economy, but no. Instead, I'm going to focus on the people.

There have been 542,928 suicides this year. As I write this, it has updated to 542,929 suicides. This year, there has been a total number of 266,400 minutes. That is an average of 2 people taking their lives per minute. Two souls, two minds, two hearts, and two stories, and two pains.

We live and breathe hatred.

As you sit on your phone, replying to a video with a hateful remark, you contribute to those two souls.

As you sit and watch as someone you see sits and gets bullied, you contribute to those two minds.

As you carelessly walk by those down on their luck, groveling in the streets, you contribute to those two hearts.

As you spew vile comments toward others before stopping to sympathize with the story of why they are the way they are, you contribute to those two stories.

As you scroll past this post without a second thought as to the message, you contribute to those two pains.

We live and breathe hatred.

I write this with a sudden inspiration and an anger fueled by the lack of flight in my fight or flight. There has not been a particular death I can pinpoint on this, nor a certain situation happening in the world.

I suppose, I, like the ones who I write this post about, just have pent up anger and feel the need to take it out on the others around me and those who care to read this text.

But before you stop reading, ask yourself,

Why do we live and breathe hatred?

You don't know whats going on behind closed doors. The only true law, being the 'Golden Rule', has been thrown out the window and replaced with rules set by old fat grandfather's who care only to see the number grow in their bank accounts.

When you see that cringy video, scroll away. You contribute to saving those two souls.

When you see him getting bullied, do something about it. You contribute to saving those two minds.

When you see her begging for money, help. Even the gift of your time and conversation can be more rewarding than money. You contribute to saving those two hearts.

When you catch yourself being unempathetic, stop yourself and reflect. You contribute to saving those two stories.

When you finish reading this, take your time to understand my message. You contribute to saving those two pains.

We don't have to live and breathe hatred.

[gigiszn]

Hey girly I absolutely love your blog and just wanted to ask if you are going to continue writing for cheong-san bc I love how you write him! Hope you have an amazing night/day!😽

yes i am..... gigiszn comeback june 2025.... everyone prepare themselves....