hoonmura

[hoonmura]

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𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 ﾉﾟ.:｡+ﾟ

Loneliness makes people go crazy, and sometimes, create imaginary friends without being able to go back.

Genre: ANGST,

Status: full/16-02-25

Warnings: Basically, skip if you have weak heart 🙏

Disclaimer: i cried while writing it, so please if you don't like sad fanfics, then skip 💗

Credits: this is inspired by the song Imaginary Friends by ITZY

The world had always been a quiet place for Y/N. Not the kind of quiet that felt peaceful, but the kind that stretched endlessly, filled only with the sound of her own footsteps echoing against empty streets.

She had always been alone.

Until she met Jungwon.

She remembered the exact moment. It was late autumn, the leaves scattering in restless spirals, when she sat on the swings at the old park near her school. That was when he appeared, hands tucked into the pockets of his black hoodie, eyes sharp and unreadable.

"You look pathetic."

Y/N had blinked up at him, startled. No one ever talked to her—no one ever noticed her.

"Excuse me?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.

Jungwon smirked, the kind of smirk that made her skin prickle. "Sitting here alone, staring at nothing. You look miserable."

She huffed, kicking at the ground. "Thanks for pointing it out."

But instead of walking away like she expected, Jungwon sat down on the swing beside her. He didn’t say much after that, just sat there, watching the sky like he was lost in thought.

That was the start of it.

From that day on, Jungwon was always there. He showed up at school, walking beside her in the halls. He sat across from her during lunch, his gaze cold and distant, but never leaving her. He never spoke much, and when he did, his words were laced with something unreadable—something sharp, like he was keeping her at arm’s length.

But he was there.

And that was enough.

For the first time, she had someone. Someone to talk to, someone to listen. Even if he was blunt, even if he never smiled, Jungwon cared in his own way. He was her best friend.

Then, at some point, without her realizing it, he became more than that.

It was terrifying to admit, but it was there—the way her heart clenched whenever he looked at her, the way her skin burned whenever he brushed against her.

She loved him.

And then, one day, everything shattered.

It was after school when it happened. Y/N was leaning against the lockers, arms crossed as she talked to Jungwon about something meaningless—the weather, maybe. He stood in front of her, hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable as always.

That was when a girl from her class, Minji, walked by. She slowed down, brows furrowing as she looked at Y/N.

"Uh… who are you talking to?"

Y/N blinked. "What?"

Minji glanced around, then back at her, confusion flickering in her eyes. "There’s no one there, Y/N."

The air turned cold.

Y/N let out a small, nervous laugh. "What do you mean? Jungwon’s right—"

She turned to look at him.

But he wasn’t there.

Her breath caught in her throat. She spun around, searching, but the hallway was empty except for her and Minji.

No. No, this was a joke. This was—

"Y/N?" Minji’s voice was softer now, cautious.

Y/N swallowed, forcing a smile. "I—I think I need some air."

She walked away before Minji could say anything else.

That night, she sat in her room, knees curled to her chest, hands trembling.

Jungwon had always been there. He had always been real. He had to be.

"You're lying to yourself," a voice murmured.

Her head snapped up. Jungwon stood in the corner of her room, arms crossed, watching her with an unreadable expression.

"Jungwon," she whispered, relief flooding her chest. "You’re here. Minji—she couldn’t see you, but you’re right here—"

"Y/N," he said, voice low, detached. "Think about it."

She shook her head violently. "No. Stop. You’re real. You—"

"When have you ever seen me talk to anyone else?"

Her stomach twisted. "Jungwon, please—"

"When has anyone else ever acknowledged me?"

Her breath came in short, sharp gasps. "No. You—you—"

His eyes softened, just barely, for the first time since she met him. "You were lonely," he said, almost gently. "You created me."

The room blurred around her. Her mind screamed at her to reject it, to fight it—but deep down, in the place she had refused to look, she knew.

Jungwon had never existed.

Her best friend. The boy she loved. He was never real.

Y/N choked out a sob, pressing a hand to her mouth.

Jungwon sighed, stepping closer. For the first time, his cold demeanor cracked, just a little. "I was here because you needed me," he murmured. "But you don’t need me anymore, Y/N."

"Yes, I do," she cried, reaching for him.

But the moment her fingers touched his, he began to fade.

"Jungwon, please—"

His form flickered, his eyes unreadable as ever, but there was something behind them now. Something gentle.

"Goodbye, Y/N."

Then he was gone.

And for the first time in years, Y/N was truly alone.

[hoonmura]

Chapter 1.

One year since the apocalypse started, one year since everything had fallen apart. Y/N was barely surviving all alone, her crew leaving her to die. But something happened, something she never thought would happen. A group of seven boys found her. Saving her life.

Word count: 7k

Pairing: enemy!Ni-ki x Y/N

Genre: dystopian, apocalypse, survival, horror if you use a magnifying glass, enemies to lovers, ANGST

Status: on going/12-02-25

Warnings: Everything that comes with an apocalypse. (Do let me know if there's anything else tho <3)

Disclaimer: this is a fanfic based on imagination, nothing of this is real. If you feel uncomfortable with reading something like that, please leave. If any part of the stories is similar to a book, then it's either inspired (in which, credits will be given) or just coincidence since there's no much things to write about an apocalypse.

Author's note: this is my first ever long fanfic, so please be patient with me 😭🙏

Credits: There's a fanfic in Tumblr that's called Safe and Sound, mine wasn't inspired by this one, it was inspired by a wattpad story! But since the two stories are almost the same the credits go the the creator of Safe and sound! <3

The world had ended long before Y/N realized she was truly alone. The apocalypse had turned friends into enemies, trust into a liability, and survival into a constant battle. Betrayal had left her with nothing but wounds—both the kind that bled and the kind that didn’t.

She had been part of a group once. She fought alongside them, protected them, and believed they would do the same. But when supplies ran low and desperation grew thick in the air, they turned on her.

"You're slowing us down," they had said, as if her exhaustion, her injuries, her loyalty meant nothing. They left her behind, bleeding and defenseless against the hordes of undead roaming the streets.

For days, Y/N barely survived, her body pushed beyond its limits. Infection threatened to take hold of her untreated wounds, and hunger gnawed at her insides like a beast. She had accepted that this might be the end.

Then they found her.

A group of seven boys. Armed, well-fed, wary.

And they hated her.

Jungwon stood at the front of the group, his dark eyes filled with calculation as he stared down at the half-conscious girl on the pavement.

"She’s injured," Jake observed, crouching beside her to check her wounds.

"And she’s a liability," Ni-ki snapped, gripping his knife tightly. His jaw was clenched in irritation. "We don’t need dead weight."

"She’s barely alive," Heeseung muttered, arms crossed. "She won’t last long anyway."

"Should we just leave her?" Sunghoon asked, though there was no sympathy in his tone—just a practical coldness that had been necessary for survival.

Y/N forced her eyes open. "P-Please..." Her voice was weak, hoarse from days of dehydration. "I can... I can help..."

Jay scoffed, gripping his rifle. "Help? You can’t even stand."

"You should be grateful we haven’t shot you yet," Sunoo muttered, sharp-eyed as he studied her. He was the smart one, always thinking ahead. "For all we know, you could be working for another group. You could turn on us."

The words struck deeper than any wound. She had already been betrayed—how could they think she would do the same?

But they didn’t trust her. And why should they?

Jungwon sighed. "Jake, can you patch her up enough so she doesn’t die in the next hour?"

Jake hesitated before nodding. "I’ll do what I can."

Ni-ki let out an annoyed sigh. "Fine. But the second she becomes a problem, I’m ending this."

Staying with the boys was no easy task. They were cold, distant, and saw her as nothing more than a burden.

Ni-ki, especially, made it known that he didn’t want her around.

"You should just leave," he told her one night as they rested in an abandoned gas station. "We don’t need you slowing us down."

She didn’t argue. She was too exhausted.

But she wasn’t weak.

She forced herself to heal. She learned to keep up with them. She fought, scavenged, and proved she wasn’t just some helpless girl.

Yet, they still treated her like an outsider.

Jungwon never let her make decisions. Heeseung ignored her input on routes. Jay barely spoke to her unless it was about weapons. Sunghoon was indifferent. Sunoo was suspicious. Jake was the only one who treated her with some decency.

And Ni-ki? He openly despised her.

"Why do you even bother?" he sneered one morning as she sharpened a knife. "No matter how much you try, you’ll never really be part of us."

Y/N met his glare with tired eyes. "I don’t need to be part of you. I just need to survive."

He scoffed. "Good luck with that."

Everything changed the night the horde came.

They had set up camp in an abandoned school, thinking they were safe. They weren’t.

The moans of the undead filled the air, the sound of shuffling bodies growing closer.

"We need to move—now!" Jungwon ordered, grabbing his weapon.

The group scrambled, fighting off the zombies that broke through the windows. Y/N didn’t hesitate—she grabbed her knife and fought alongside them.

Jay fired shot after shot, Sunghoon took down the infected with brutal efficiency, and Heeseung led them through the chaos.

Then Y/N saw it.

A zombie lunging at Ni-ki from behind.

Without thinking, she threw herself forward, tackling it to the ground before it could sink its teeth into him. The creature snarled beneath her, snapping its rotten jaws, but she plunged her knife into its skull.

Silence.

Ni-ki stared at her, eyes wide, breath uneven.

She had saved him.

After that night, things changed.

Ni-ki avoided her—but not out of hatred. He didn’t know how to look at her anymore.

Jake started talking to her more. "That was impressive," he admitted as he cleaned a wound on her arm. "Not many people would’ve done that."

"She still could’ve let him die," Jay muttered, but there was less bite in his words.

Y/N just shrugged. "I don’t leave people behind."

The words hit deeper than she intended.

Jungwon, ever the leader, nodded. "Maybe we misjudged you."

Maybe. But trust was hard-earned.

Over time, the tension faded.

Heeseung started asking for her input on maps. Sunoo actually smiled at her once. Sunghoon trained with her. Jay let her handle a gun.

And Ni-ki?

He still avoided her sometimes, but he no longer looked at her with pure hatred. One night, as they sat by the fire, he finally spoke.

"You’re not as useless as I thought," he muttered.

Y/N smirked. "Coming from you, I’ll take that as a compliment."

He rolled his eyes but didn’t argue.

They still had a long way to go. The world was still broken, and danger lurked in every shadow.

But for the first time in a long time, Y/N wasn’t alone.

And maybe—just maybe—she had found a place to belong.

Hunting had become easier now that the group had started trusting Y/N—at least, most of them. She was walking beside Heeseung, scanning the abandoned city outskirts for any movement. They needed food, and after days of barely scraping by, they couldn’t afford to come back empty-handed.

"You’re quieter than usual," Heeseung noted, adjusting the strap of his rifle.

Y/N shrugged. "Just thinking."

"About?"

She hesitated. "Ni-ki. He still doesn’t trust me, does he?"

Heeseung exhaled through his nose, glancing at her. "It’s not about you."

Y/N frowned. "Then what is it?"

For a while, he didn’t answer. The only sound was the wind moving through the abandoned streets, the distant echoes of the dead somewhere far off. Then, in a quiet voice, Heeseung finally said, "A few months ago, we found someone. A guy. He was injured, desperate—just like you."

Y/N’s stomach tightened. "What happened?"

Heeseung’s grip on his gun tightened. "We took him in. Ni-ki didn’t trust him from the start, but the rest of us thought he deserved a chance." He sighed, his expression dark. "He proved Ni-ki right."

Y/N swallowed.

"He killed someone we loved," Heeseung continued, his voice heavy with something deeper than anger—grief. "Ni-ki’s best friend. The one person he trusted most in this world. He used her as a threat, he wanted our supplies but even when we gave him what he wanted... He killed her Infront of us."

Y/N’s breath hitched. No wonder Ni-ki looked at her like she was a threat. No wonder he flinched whenever she got too close.

"I’m not him," she whispered.

"I know," Heeseung said, looking at her. "But Ni-ki doesn’t. Not yet."

Y/N didn’t say anything else. She just looked ahead, gripping the knife at her side a little tighter.

That night, as Y/N stood outside on watch duty, she heard a voice.

"Well, well. Didn’t expect to see a new face here."

She turned sharply, hand flying to her knife. A man stood near the trees, partially hidden in the shadows. He was grinning.

"Who are you?" Y/N demanded.

The man tilted his head. "No one important. But I was once." His smirk widened. "You’re in their little group now, huh? Let me guess—Ni-ki hates you?"

Her blood ran cold.

He chuckled. "Figures. He never did trust easy. But you? You remind me of myself."

"I’m nothing like you."

He raised his hands. "Sure, sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night." His eyes darkened. "Tell them I said hello."

Then he disappeared into the woods.

Y/N stood frozen, heart pounding.

A twig snapped behind her. She turned—Ni-ki stood there, eyes wild with panic. He had heard everything.

"Ni-ki—"

But before she could say anything, he bolted.

By the time they realized Ni-ki was gone, it was too late.

"He went after him," Jay growled, gripping his gun.

"Alone?" Jungwon’s expression was hard, unreadable. "Damn it."

"We need to go," Jake said. "Now."

They ran. Through the woods, past the old buildings, tracking Ni-ki’s footprints in the dirt.

Then they found it.

A body—no, a man. Crawling. His leg was covered in blood, a bullet wound in his thigh. He was screaming, trying to drag himself away.

And behind him, the dead were coming.

Ni-ki stood there, watching, gun lowered.

"He’s done," he muttered.

They should have left him.

They didn’t.

Jungwon fired a shot, killing a zombie before it could reach the injured man. He looked at Ni-ki, furious. "We don’t leave people to be eaten alive."

"He deserved it," Ni-ki spat.

"That’s not the point!"

But the damage was done. The man lived. Barely. And vengeance never dies.

Days passed. They thought it was over. That they were safe.

Then the attack came.

The man had returned—with people. Armed. Dangerous.

Gunshots rang out in the night.

"They found us!" Sunghoon shouted, grabbing his knife.

"Move!" Jungwon ordered. "We have to leave—now!"

The camp burned. Supplies were lost. But they had no choice.

They ran.

And as Y/N looked back one last time, she saw him. The man Ni-ki had left to die.

Grinning.

Because this wasn’t over.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the abandoned city as Y/N and Ni-ki walked in silence. The others had sent them out to hunt, but the air between them was thick with unspoken tension.

Ni-ki hadn’t spoken much since the night he had confronted the person responsible for his best friend’s fate. He had thought that justice would bring closure—but instead, it left an emptiness inside him, one that gnawed at his chest like the dangers lurking in the ruins.

"You’re quiet," Y/N finally said, breaking the silence.

"So are you," he muttered, kicking a stray rock.

She hesitated before speaking again. "You did what you had to do."

Ni-ki’s jaw tightened. "I left them to their fate."

"They deserved worse," Y/N said without hesitation.

His head snapped toward her, surprise flashing in his dark eyes.

"If it were me," she continued, gripping her knife tighter, "I would’ve done the same. No—worse."

Ni-ki stared at her, searching her face for any sign of doubt. But there was none.

For so long, he had felt alone in his anger, in his need for justice. But now? Someone understood.

And for the first time, guilt twisted inside him.

"You’re not like me," he said quietly.

"Maybe I am," Y/N replied, meeting his gaze. "And maybe that’s not a bad thing."

Ni-ki looked away. He didn’t know if he should feel relieved or afraid.

By the time they returned to camp, something was wrong.

The fire was still burning. Their supplies were scattered. But the air was too still.

"Where are they?" Y/N whispered, reaching for her knife.

A rustle. A footstep.

Then—

A hand grabbed Ni-ki from behind, shoving him to the ground. Another wrapped around Y/N’s arm, forcing her back.

Strangers. Armed. Dangerous.

"Well, well," a gruff voice sneered. "The last two left."

Y/N’s heart pounded as she struggled. She could see them now—the others. Jungwon, Jay, Heeseung, Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Jake. Tied up, bruised.

Trapped.

"Let them go," Ni-ki growled, struggling against his captor.

The man holding Y/N chuckled. "Oh, you’re not in a position to make demands, kid." He pressed a weapon against her ribs. "But since you’re here, we’ve got a better deal. How about this?"

He looked at the rest of the group.

"One of you doesn’t make it. The rest get to leave."

Silence.

Y/N’s stomach twisted. She could see it—the way Jungwon was already calculating, the way Jake’s hands clenched, the way Sunghoon was shifting on his feet, ready to fight.

Then she made her choice.

"Take me," Y/N said.

Ni-ki’s head snapped toward her. "What?"

"You want someone gone, right?" she said to the man, voice steady despite the fear clawing at her throat. "Then take me."

The man grinned. "Brave. But foolish."

He pulled the trigger.

A shot rang out.

But Y/N never felt it.

Because Ni-ki had stepped in front of her.

The bullet tore through him, his body jerking as he collapsed to the ground.

"Ni-ki!" Y/N screamed, catching him before he hit the dirt.

The world blurred. The shouting. The chaos.

She didn’t care.

All she could see was Ni-ki, his face pale, his breath shaky.

"You idiot," she choked, pressing her hands to the wound.

He gritted his teeth, his grip on her tightening. "Told you... you’re not like me."

Then his eyes fluttered closed.

And the fight wasn’t over.

It had only just begun.

[hoonmura]

whoever made this thank you 100x made my day

— video is not mine —

[hoonmura]

You deserve better~

You sat on the edge of your bed, knees pulled to your chest as you tried to stop the wave of emotions rushing over you. You’d spent hours with a heavy heart since the breakup, replaying the words over and over in your head. It didn’t matter that the relationship had been far from perfect – it still hurt.

A gentle knock on your door pulled you from your thoughts. Before you could respond, Sunghoon peeked his head in, his usual bright smile replaced with a worried expression. “Hey, I came as soon as I could.”

You gave a faint nod, trying to hide the tears threatening to spill over. But Sunghoon was too quick; his gaze softened, and he crossed the room to sit beside you. “You don’t have to pretend with me,” he whispered, brushing a stray tear off your cheek.

The next thing you knew, he was wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close in a comforting embrace. It was warm and safe, everything you’d been needing. As you leaned into him, the tears finally fell freely, and he just held you, rubbing small circles on your back.

After a while, the tears slowed, and you found yourself looking up at him, feeling a bit embarrassed. “Sorry, Sunghoon… I didn’t mean to drag you into this.”

“Don’t apologize,” he replied softly, meeting your gaze. His fingers lingered on your shoulder, and there was something in his eyes you hadn’t noticed before – a tenderness, maybe, or something even deeper. “You know I’d be here for you, no matter what.”

You could only stare back at him, wondering if you were imagining things. Before you could say anything, he spoke again, his voice softer than before. “Actually… I wanted to tell you something. I wasn’t sure if I should, but… seeing you like this…” He hesitated, then took a deep breath. “I’ve liked you for a while now. More than a friend, I mean.”

Your heart skipped a beat, his words sinking in as you watched him, his cheeks flushing slightly. For a moment, the pain of the breakup felt a little further away. “You… you really mean that?”

He nodded, his fingers grazing yours. “I know you need time to heal. But I want you to know I’ll be here, whenever you’re ready.”

You felt a small smile tugging at your lips. Sunghoon had always been your anchor, your comfort in tough times. And right now, all you wanted was to be close to him. “Thank you, Sunghoon… for everything.”

He wrapped his arms around you again, and you leaned into his warmth, finding a sense of peace you hadn’t felt in days. As he held you, the two of you settled into a comfortable silence, and before long, you found yourselves lying side by side, wrapped in each other’s warmth, feeling safe in the quietness of his steady breathing.

[hoonmura]

Cuddle her better

Y/N lay comfortably on her bed, cuddling her favorite teddy bear close, the soft fluffiness bringing her comfort as she scrolled through her phone. She barely noticed when San walked in, a playful smirk on his face that quickly shifted to a pout when he saw her snuggling the bear instead of him.

He crossed his arms, tilting his head with a raised eyebrow. “So, you’re choosing him over me again, huh?”

Y/N looked up, a bit surprised. “What are you talking about?”

San pointed accusingly at the bear. “That bear! Every time I come over, you’re cuddling him instead of me. It’s like I’m not even here!”

She couldn’t help but laugh at his serious expression. “San, it’s just a teddy bear. Besides, I’ve had him forever!”

“But I’m better than some stuffed bear!” he protested, moving to sit beside her on the bed. “I’m warmer, bigger, and I can hold you back.”

“Oh really?” she teased, hugging the bear a bit tighter just to see his reaction.

San’s pout deepened as he leaned closer, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “Fine. If you’re not going to share those cuddles, I’ll just have to steal them.”

Before she could respond, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her and the bear into a snug embrace. Y/N laughed as San nuzzled his face into her shoulder, squeezing her tightly.

“You know,” he mumbled, “I don’t get jealous often, but I can’t believe I’m competing with a bear.”

Y/N leaned back to look at him, her smile softening. “Okay, fine. I’ll admit it—you’re a pretty good cuddle buddy too.”

“Just pretty good?” he teased, his fingers tickling her side until she giggled. “I think I can do better than that.”

With that, he took the bear from her arms and placed it gently on the bedside table. Then he lay down, pulling her into his chest with a big, satisfied grin. “See? Much better, right?”

Y/N snuggled into him, feeling the warmth of his embrace and the steady beat of his heart. She smiled, wrapping her arms around him. “Alright, you win. You’re definitely a better cuddle buddy.”

San chuckled, pressing a light kiss to her forehead. “Good, because I’m not letting you go.”

And with that, they settled into each other’s arms, with San happily claiming victory over the teddy bear.

[hoonmura]

I trust you ~

Y/N found Sunoo in his room, leaning against the wall with his head in his hands. His breaths were shallow, and his normally bright eyes were dark, his fangs barely visible as he tried to steady himself. She knew what this meant; Sunoo hadn’t fed in days, trying to resist, but it was taking a toll.

“Sunoo,” she said softly, moving toward him. His head snapped up, and he backed away, a pained look in his eyes.

“Y/N, don’t,” he managed, his voice rough. “I can’t… I don’t want to hurt you.”

But Y/N only came closer, her eyes gentle and reassuring. “You’re not going to hurt me,” she said quietly. “I trust you.”

He shook his head, his hands clenched at his sides. “You don’t understand. It’s hard to stop once I start… I don’t want to lose control.”

Y/N reached up, cupping his face in her hands, her thumbs brushing lightly against his cheekbones. She could see the struggle in his eyes, the part of him that wanted to protect her fighting against his own nature.

“Then don’t hold back,” she whispered. “I’m offering this to you. I want to help.”

He hesitated, his gaze locked with hers, searching for any sign of fear. But Y/N only looked back at him with trust, tilting her head slightly to the side and exposing her neck.

Sunoo’s resolve wavered, his eyes flicking to her neck. His fangs lengthened, and he took a slow, shaky breath. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

She nodded, her heart racing but steady. “I’m sure.”

He leaned forward, his lips brushing against her skin, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. He hesitated one last time, his breath warm against her neck, before finally sinking his fangs in. There was a quick sting, then a strange warmth as he drank, his grip tightening on her arms as he held her close.

Y/N’s fingers curled into his shirt as he drank, his presence both comforting and intense. She felt his careful control, the way he slowed himself down, drinking only what he needed. When he finally pulled back, he looked at her with awe, his eyes clear and bright once more.

“Thank you,” he murmured, pressing his forehead against hers. “I don’t deserve this, but… thank you.”

Y/N gave him a soft smile, her fingers brushing through his hair. “I trust you, Sunoo. I always will.”

They stayed there, wrapped in eachother's arms.

[hoonmura]

Sweet Revenge ~

The pain shot through Y/N’s arm as she stumbled back, clutching the wound tightly. The mission had gone wrong in every possible way. She knew it the second her cover was blown, but by then, it was too late. She barely made it back to base, her vision blurring as the adrenaline wore off.

Woozi was already waiting when she arrived, his eyes narrowing the second he saw her injuries. He took a step forward, his usually calm demeanor breaking as he looked over her bruises and the blood seeping through her jacket.

“Who did this to you?” he asked, his voice dangerously low.

Y/N tried to downplay it, managing a weak smile. “It’s nothing I can't handle, Woozi. Just… a bad run.”

But he was having none of it. He moved closer, his hand gentle as he cupped her face, his thumb brushing lightly against her cheek. “Nothing you can’t handle? Look at you. I warned you about going in without backup.”

She knew he was angry, but beneath it, she saw the concern in his eyes, the raw fear of almost losing her. Before she could say another word, he motioned to one of his men. “Take her to the medical room and make sure she’s taken care of,” he ordered. “And find out where the ones responsible are hiding.”

“Woozi, please, don’t…” she started, but he shook his head.

“No one touches what’s mine and gets away with it,” he said, his voice cold, his gaze unwavering. “Rest and recover. I’ll handle the rest.”

The determination in his voice sent a chill through her. Y/N knew he meant every word. Woozi didn’t tolerate betrayal, and seeing her hurt had awakened a side of him that was both terrifying and strangely comforting.

Once she was bandaged and resting, Woozi made his way out, his face set in a grim expression. He gathered his men, briefing them on the mission ahead. His eyes were sharp, his every word calm but lethal. They all knew what was coming—the boss was out for revenge, and he wouldn’t stop until he’d sent a message.

Hours later, when he finally returned, his hands bore traces of the fight, and his clothes were slightly disheveled, but his expression was one of quiet satisfaction. He entered her room, sitting by her side and brushing a gentle hand over her hair.

“All taken care of,” he murmured, his voice much softer now.

She looked up at him, still weak but with a small smile. “You didn’t have to go that far.”

He gave her a look, his eyes softening only for her. “You’re everything to me, Y/N. I’d burn the whole world if anyone dared to hurt you.”

She reached up, resting her hand against his, feeling the warmth and the comfort of his presence. As he leaned down to press a soft kiss to her forehead, she knew that as long as Woozi was by her side, no one would ever dare to lay a hand on her again.

[hoonmura]

In good hands

Y/N lay on the couch, feeling completely miserable. Her head was pounding, her throat ached, and every part of her felt heavy and exhausted. She had tried to power through the day, but her cold finally got the best of her.

Just as she closed her eyes, the sound of a key turning in the lock made her look up. Jeongin walked in, carrying a bag full of groceries and wearing a worried expression. He knelt beside her, gently pressing the back of his hand to her forehead.

“You’re burning up,” he murmured, concern filling his voice. “Why didn’t you call me?”

She gave a weak shrug, managing a small smile. “Didn’t want to bother you…”

Jeongin shook his head, an affectionate look in his eyes. “You could never bother me. Now, lie back and let me take care of you, okay?”

She didn’t resist, leaning back as he went to the kitchen to get a glass of water and some medicine. He returned a moment later, helping her sit up so she could take the pills. His hand stayed on her back, rubbing in slow circles as she swallowed the medicine.

“Drink up,” he said, handing her the water with a gentle smile. “I got some things to make you feel better.”

After she drank the water, Jeongin draped a soft blanket over her and started setting things up in the kitchen. She watched him with drowsy eyes as he carefully made a pot of soup, humming softly to himself. The warmth of the blanket and the sound of his humming made her eyelids feel heavy.

Soon enough, he came back over, kneeling beside her with a bowl of steaming soup and a smile. “Eat a little bit, okay?” he said, carefully blowing on a spoonful before bringing it to her lips. “I made it just how you like.”

She took a few bites, comforted by the warmth and flavor, and Jeongin’s soft gaze stayed on her the entire time. “You’re too good to me,” she mumbled, feeling both grateful and a little shy under his care.

Jeongin chuckled, brushing a stray hair from her face. “Well, I care about you. Taking care of you isn’t hard—it’s the only place I’d want to be.”

After she’d eaten, he tidied up and then settled beside her, gently pulling her close so she could rest against his chest. His hand traced soothing patterns on her arm, and his voice was a gentle murmur as he talked about his day, filling the room with a comforting warmth.

As her eyes began to close, she felt his lips press a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Get some sleep, Y/N,” he whispered. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And as she drifted off in his arms, Y/N felt safe, loved, and grateful that she had Jeongin there, taking care of her in every way she needed.

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Perfect the way you are ~

Y/N stood in front of the mirror, tugging at her shirt and sighing. No matter what she did, she couldn’t shake the thoughts swirling in her mind. Today had been one of those days where nothing seemed to fit right, and every glance in the mirror brought up insecurities she thought she’d left behind.

She didn’t hear Jeongin come up behind her until his arms gently circled her waist. He rested his chin on her shoulder, glancing at her reflection with a soft smile. “What’s on your mind?” he asked quietly.

Y/N shook her head, avoiding his eyes. “It’s nothing. Just... I don’t know. Sometimes I feel like I’m not...”

“Not what?” he pressed gently, his tone warm and caring.

She hesitated, taking a shaky breath. “I just feel... fat sometimes,” she admitted, barely above a whisper.

Jeongin’s expression softened, and he turned her around to face him, his hands resting lightly on her waist. “Hey,” he whispered, tilting her chin up so she couldn’t avoid his gaze. “You are perfect, just as you are.”

She tried to look away, but he held her gaze. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, then to her cheek, moving slowly, as if he wanted her to feel each one. “Do you know how beautiful you are?” he murmured against her skin. “I love every part of you.”

Y/N felt her cheeks warm as he continued, his lips trailing down to her jaw and then to her neck. “These insecurities don’t define you,” he said between kisses, his voice barely a whisper. “You’re strong, kind, and gorgeous... and I’ll keep reminding you of that until you believe it.”

He moved down, pressing kisses along her collarbone, his hands never leaving her waist, holding her close. She felt his warmth and the sincerity in each kiss, and a small smile crept onto her face despite herself.

Jeongin looked up, noticing the hint of a smile, and his face brightened. “There it is,” he said softly. “That’s the smile I love.”

With that, he pulled her into a tight hug, holding her like he never wanted to let go. “Whenever you start to feel like this, remember I’m here to remind you how incredible you are,” he whispered, his breath warm against her skin. “Every single part of you is precious to me.”

Y/N closed her eyes, feeling the weight of her insecurities start to lift. In Jeongin’s embrace, with his gentle kisses and whispered words, she began to believe him, little by little.

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Stay Close ~

Y/N barely managed to put her bag down before she felt a warm pair of arms wrap around her from behind. Jake had been waiting for her to get back all day and clearly couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Finally,” he murmured against her shoulder, burying his face in her neck. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting?”

Y/N laughed, trying to turn around in his hold, but he held her tightly, refusing to let go. “Jake, it’s only been a few hours.”

“Too long,” he mumbled, his voice slightly muffled by her hoodie. “Do you have any idea how lonely I feel today?”

“Oh, I can tell.” She patted his arm, which only made him cling tighter, squeezing her like he was afraid she’d slip away.

Eventually, he loosened his hold, letting her turn around, but he kept his arms firmly around her waist. She looked up at him, amused by how pouty he looked, and raised an eyebrow. “What’s gotten into you today?”

“I don’t know,” he said, shrugging with a small smile. “I just missed you. Is that a crime?”

Y/N chuckled. “No, but I didn’t know you’d miss me this much. Did something happen?”

Jake shook his head, still looking at her with those warm, sleepy eyes. “Nah, I just... I don’t know, I just want to be close to you. Is that okay?”

“Of course it is,” she whispered, brushing a stray piece of hair from his face. She couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he looked when he was being clingy like this.

“Good,” he said, his arms tightening again as if he wanted to merge with her entirely. “Because I’m not letting you go. Not for the rest of the night.”

They spent the evening just like that, wrapped up on the couch with Jake’s arms around her, his head resting on her shoulder, and his fingers absentmindedly playing with her hair. He insisted on staying close the entire time, only letting go when absolutely necessary—and even then, only after a dramatic sigh and a reluctant look.

By the time the night ended, Y/N had lost count of how many times he’d hugged her, leaned on her, or held her hand. And as they curled up in bed, Jake pulled her closer, resting his forehead against hers.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice soft and drowsy. “Don’t go anywhere, okay?”

“Don’t worry,” she murmured back, wrapping her arms around him in return. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And with that, Jake drifted off, his arms still firmly around her, as if to make sure she’d stay right there, close to him, all night.

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Han Jisung idol boyfriend - Headcanons

1. Casual Fan to Loyal Follower

Han would probably notice you as a loyal fan early on. Maybe you’d post thoughtful messages or genuinely insightful comments on his performances. He'd appreciate how you notice small details that most fans overlook and would start looking for your comments and reactions online.

2. Shout-Outs on Stage

If he spots you in the crowd, he’d make sure to acknowledge you in some way, like a quick wink, a wave, or even saying something casual but meaningful like, “There’s someone here who really gets us!” Fans would swoon, but only you would know it was for you.

3. Social Media Secret Codes

Over time, Han would develop a special way of communicating with you through his social media posts. Maybe it’s an inside joke you two share or a unique emoji combination he only uses when talking to you. It becomes your little secret that others try to decode.

4. Song Lyrics with a Message

Han’s lyrics are known to be heartfelt, and he’d start writing lines that seem to speak directly to you. He'd never say it out loud, but you'd notice hints of your interactions or specific phrases only you two know in his songs, and it'd make you feel even closer to him.

5. Personalized Fan Gifts

During a fan meet or a special concert, he’d give you a personalized gift, like a letter with a few encouraging words or a small token that’s specific to your conversations or shared interests. He'd say something like, “This is for my No. 1 fan,” and leave everyone in awe.

6. Behind-the-Scenes Mentions

Han would talk about you in interviews sometimes, though he’d be vague. “There’s this fan who always knows just what I mean with my music,” he’d say, and people would speculate, but you’d know it’s about you. He might even tell stories about you without revealing your name.

7. Mutual Motivations

Just as you’re inspired by Han, he finds motivation in you as well. On tough days, he might think about how you support him through every high and low, which gives him the strength to keep going. He’d see you as part of his support system, even if he doesn’t know you personally.

8. A Special Song

Han would eventually create a song dedicated to you and his other most loyal fans. In the lyrics, he’d allude to the warmth and encouragement you bring, making it clear to anyone who has been there since the beginning that he appreciates every bit of support. The song would be filled with hidden messages, and you'd know each line has a piece of you in it.

9. End of Concert Moments

At the end of his concerts, he’d always linger a bit longer if he knows you’re there, looking in your direction with a big smile, as if to say, Thank you for being here. It’d be an unspoken promise that he recognizes and appreciates you just as much as you love him.

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Changbin as Mafia husband - Headcanons

1. Protective to the Core

Changbin is fiercely protective of you. He’s a respected mafia boss who’s feared by many, but his first and most important role is your husband. He makes sure you’re always safe, going as far as assigning top guards to follow you whenever he’s away. He’d never forgive himself if anything happened to you.

2. A Soft Spot Only for You

To the outside world, Changbin is ruthless and intimidating, but when he’s with you, he’s a total softie. He lets down his guard, showing you a tender, affectionate side that no one else gets to see. You’re the only one who can make him smile and laugh effortlessly, and he’d give up his empire just to keep you happy.

3. Lavish Gifts and Surprises

He’s always spoiling you with expensive gifts and grand gestures. A new piece of jewelry? You find it waiting on your dresser when you wake up. A spontaneous trip to a luxurious, private island? He’s got it arranged within hours. Changbin loves to remind you how important you are to him, and he spares no expense in showing it.

4. Possessive but Respectful

Changbin has a bit of a possessive streak. He’s not shy about letting others know that you’re his, whether it’s through subtle glances or a protective arm around your waist. But he respects your independence and would never try to control you. He just likes knowing you’re his and is fiercely loyal in return.

5. Trusts You With His Secrets

Despite the dangerous life he leads, Changbin trusts you completely. He tells you things he wouldn’t dream of sharing with anyone else, letting you into his world. You’re his confidante, and he values your opinion deeply, often seeking your perspective on important decisions.

6. Unwavering Loyalty and Devotion

Changbin’s loyalty to you is unbreakable. Even though he’s surrounded by danger and chaos daily, you’re the calm in his storm. He would never betray you, knowing you’re the one person who keeps him grounded. In a world of deception, you’re the only one he trusts fully.

7. Little Moments Together Mean Everything

Despite his intense life, Changbin cherishes the small, quiet moments with you. Whether it's cooking breakfast together, watching a movie, or just holding you close in bed, these moments are his escape. He’ll often pull you in for random hugs, savoring every second he has with you away from the outside world.

8. His Dangerous Side Comes Out for You

If anyone ever tried to hurt you, his wrath would be like nothing the world’s seen. Changbin would go to the ends of the earth to keep you safe, and he wouldn’t hesitate to deal with anyone who dared cross that line. No one messes with his family and gets away with it.

9. Intense but Tender Love

Changbin loves passionately and deeply. When he’s with you, he’s fully present, giving you his undivided attention and affection. He’s not afraid to be vulnerable with you, showing you parts of himself he keeps hidden from the rest of the world. His love is intense, but it’s also tender and thoughtful.

10. Planning for the Future

Even though he’s in a dangerous line of work, Changbin secretly dreams of a quieter life with you someday. He talks about getting away, maybe moving somewhere peaceful and starting a family together, away from the chaos. Though he’s deeply involved in his work, he’d be willing to walk away if it meant spending the rest of his life by your side in peace.