lyarith

[lyarith]

𐔌 how to fake a concussion ─  park hu-mi  𐦯

⟡ ﹒ in which ⌇ park hu-min was loud. annoying. irratating. reckless. but somehow, it was kind of hot?

⟡ ﹒ content⌇ gn reader, enemies to loves, baku is clingy, fluff, crack

⟡ ﹒ listen to⌇ cat & dog - tomorrow by together

park-hu min pissed you off. he was loud, irratating, reckless, and ridiculously stupid - not to mention his annoyed grin, teasing, dark hooded eyes that didn't let on more then they showed, and those muscles - not that you were paying attention, of course!

realistically, you knew park hu-min, or baku as he was known as, was everything you weren't; you were straight to the point, no-nonsense, carefull in everything you did. he friendly, strong, stunning... you hypothesize that was the reason he pissed you off.

so, when you were absolutly taken out by a basketball flying about 80 mph, you were far from happy. it went straight for your head, making you yelp in pain. were his arms a slingshot or something?

now, realistically, it didn't hurt that much. well, it did, but you definatly exaggerated the next part. you throw yourself off of the stairs you were sitting on, screaming out in pain - causing everyone to jump and stare at you - faking some tears. it was pretty believeable, you liked to think.

baku immediatly looks up, grimacing. as he sees you drop down the stairs, his jaw hangs open. go-tak - slightly more tolerable - burst out laughing at baku's expense. baku immediatly hides behind his friend, looking very afraid of your wrath.

─  "someone- someone help me i think i have a concussion!" you whine out, "..it.. hurts so much!"

baku looks towards his friend with a certain fear in his eyes as he hears the word 'concussion'. he slowly steps towards you with his eyes glued to his feet. making it in front of you, he bends down and nudges you sadly, like a kid who dropped their lolipop.

─  "please, don't be dead i promise it was an accident- wait, ill take you to the nurse!"

eyes shooting open, you freeze as he carries you, princess style. your head presses against his chest. and hell, he was jacked.. luckily, he didn't notice your flushed face. he's spiraling, something about how he couldn't control his strength and that he'd pay you back, make it up to you.. kind of hard to focus as you just stare at his adorable - sorry, you mean, repulsing face...

much to your dismay, the next few days, it was as if you had a puppy dog following you wherever you went - baku decided that he would be your 'pet'. in class, he'd tug on your hair, whispering your name over and over, scribbling apologies on peices of paper. during lunch, he'd ditch his friends and plop his tray down right next to you, starting conversations you weren't listening to.

halfway through one of his tangents, you groan and slap your hand over his mouth. his mouth was full of rice and chicken.. disgusting. he muffles a protest, easily prying your hand off of him... hot.

─  "why.. why're you just- following me around, huh?! your acting like a lost puppy, hu-min!"

─  "hey, didn't i tell you to call me baku?" completely ignoring your question, he pinches your cheeks a little to hard.

you groan, trying to get his hands off of you, no luck. seeing your futile attempts, he breaks into a wide grin.

─  "aw, thats cute. keep trying!"

─  "hey! don't call me tha- hmpff!"

in the span of a second, another student - unrelated - had tripped onto where the two of you were sitting - leaving you to be pressed against the cafeteria floor, baku, all his weight, ontop of you... this included his lips. your face looses all color, eyes zipping towards the student, who had run away already.

you sigh. why'd you have to fake that concussion?

tbc?

author's note: eekk thanks for all the support <3 should i make this a series? also not proofread lol

[lyarith]

Haunted

Han Soo-gang x f!reader

Warnings: sexual intimidation, obsessive behavior, violence, dubious consent, emotional manipulation.

Summary: Childhood friends turned into something darker when Han Soo-gang’s obsession grew past control.

Note: Anon requesttt

⸻

You can run, you can scream, but in the end… some shadows never leave. Especially the ones that once called you home.

⸻

Even when you were kids, he was different. While the other boys shared ordinary things with you —gums, toys or snacks— Han Soo-gang never did that. He showed his interest by throwing notes at you, pulling your hair. Sometimes he’d just lean his head silently on your shoulder and sit there without saying a word. Other times, he’d clench his jaw and crack his knuckles as he muttered, “Why is that guy looking at you?”

Even back then, whenever you got too close to someone, that kid would show up at school the next day with bruises on his face, avoiding your eyes. You never understood why people kept pulling away from you. But he did. Because he made each and every one of them regret ever being born.

You were the girl who always smiled, the teachers’ favorite. Not even Soo-gang’s heavy gaze could dim the sunshine on your face. You sat in the front row; he was always in the far back, resting his chin on his hand, just watching you.

You were never his girlfriend. Never even considered it. But to him, you’d always belonged to him. He acted like it. He kept you close—not like someone in love, not like a man cherishing a woman—but like a monster loving in the only way it knew how.

Even protecting you came as a threat. He didn’t just say, “Don’t talk to that guy.” He’d drag that boy into the shadows, feed terror into bodies too scared to fight back. Then he’d turn to you and calmly say, “I warned you.” His eyes always held the same darkness.

But he didn’t give you flowers, didn’t whisper sweet things, didn’t look into your eyes and confess his love. No, he showed it by claiming, suffocating, destroying. And you… you still remembered the boy he once was. That might’ve been your biggest mistake.

⸻ / High school /

You were walking down the hallway when you heard it—his voice. That boy had come up to you again, hesitant but determined this time.

“I just had a few questions about today’s presentation. Could you help me out?” he asked, voice trembling with shy courage.

You smiled gently. You wanted to help. It felt right. For a second, you believed you could be a normal student.

But there was no such thing as normal in your world.

You recognized the footsteps behind you before the voice. These days, you even knew his scent. When he reached your side, what startled you wasn’t his tone—still calm, still composed—but that fake smile and the possessive arm he wrapped around your waist.

Your heart raced, not just from fear. When he brushed his nose behind your ear, your breath caught. His voice was low but sharp.

“Hm… What are we chatting about?”

His smile was polite, but his eyes… terrifying. His fingers tightened on your waist with a grip that screamed ownership. He turned to the boy. And that look—that look—crushed the last bit of courage in him. The boy’s eyes widened. After a brief pause, he turned and walked away without another word.

Soo-gang slowly pulled his hand from your waist, held your gaze for a second. Then, without a word, turned and followed after the boy.

You stepped forward instantly.

“Soo-gang! Don’t—please!” Your voice cracked in desperation. You took another step, but one of his friends threw an arm around your shoulders.

“Hey, come on,” he said. “Let’s go hit the vending machines. Got any change?”

Another grabbed your wrist. “That kid was getting too close anyway, right? Let Soo-gang have a little talk.”

They slowly pulled you away. You tried calling out again, but he either didn’t hear you—or didn’t care.

⸻

In a dark, unused classroom, the boy was pressed against the wall. Han Soo-gang kicked the door shut. Silence fell.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay away from her?” he said.

The boy couldn’t meet his eyes, but he had just enough courage to speak. “Am I not allowed to talk to her? Who made that rule? You?”

Han Soo-gang stepped forward. “Yeah. Me.”

“You can’t even say you love her. But you’re ready to beat up everyone around her? What kind of twisted way is that to care about someone?”

Before the sentence even ended, Soo-gang’s fist collided with his face. The boy’s head snapped sideways, blood seeping from his lip. The second punch was harder. Then came the third. Han Soo-gang didn’t say a word—just kept hitting.

“I warned you,” he growled through clenched teeth, grabbing the boy’s collar and forcing him toward the ground.

Lying on the floor, the boy spat blood and whispered, “You never deserved her smile. Even if she was with you… she’d never be happy.”

That didn’t even make him angry. One last kick landed hard in the boy’s ribs. Then Soo-gang turned around, pausing in the doorway before letting his gaze sink into the dark.

⸻

The night was cool. The lines of the basketball court glowed beneath the streetlights. The thump of the ball, the scrape of shoes, muffled laughter—it all echoed faintly.

You were sitting at the corner bench, knees to your chest, chin resting on them. Your eyes were on the court, but your mind was somewhere else.

Han Soo-gang sat beside you, elbows on his knees, flipping a lighter open and shut. Even in a crowd, he was the only one who could make you feel completely alone. You turned to him. The thoughts in your head were heavy, stuck in your throat.

“Why do you do this?” you asked, voice soft but edged with hurt.

He didn’t look at you—just kept flicking the lighter. “Do what, exactly?” he said with a mocking tone, like always.

“I’ve never had a boyfriend. Not once. Because of you.”

He glanced at you, and you kept going, eyes on the ground.

“Every time I like someone… they disappear. They drop out, they change classes… or I don’t know..”

He chuckled quietly, sniffed once, then bowed his head again. “Aww, so you’re saying it’s my fault you never had a boyfriend?” His voice dripped with fake sympathy. “That’s tragic.”

You looked away. “Don’t mock me.” Your eyes shimmered but you didn’t cry. Not in front of him. “I wanted to hold someone’s hand, go to the movies, send dumb texts. But you… you always got in the way.”

This time, he turned to face you, resting his arm on the back of the bench. “So what—you wanted to hold hands with someone else?” he said. Still teasing, but his eyes were hollow. He smiled. “Good thing you didn’t.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“What do you think? Those hands are mine. That smile, that stupid laugh, that way you rub your eyes in the morning… I wanted all of it to stay with me. Did I have to spell it out?”

You froze inside. You searched his face—for some explanation, some moment of vulnerability, something real. Then suddenly, he grabbed your hand.

“If this hand ever touches anyone else’s…” he said calmly, “I’ll break them.” Then he let go, tucked the lighter into his pocket.

A voice called from the court. “Soo-gang! You joining or what?”

He stood, turned, and walked away. You sat there, crushed by the weight pressing on your chest.

⸻

The sun was setting, painting the school’s back walls orange. The courtyard was almost empty. As you rounded the corner, you heard it again. A thud—then a choked breath. Someone groaning. And then his voice.

Han Soo-gang.

Your eyes widened. Breath quickened. His back was to you. He had that same boy pressed against the wall, fists clenched in his collar.

“Do you want me to kill you?” he hissed.

The boy couldn’t even open his mouth. His eyes brimmed with tears.

Rage rose in your throat. Not this time. You wouldn’t stay silent.

“Han Soo-gang! That’s enough!” you shouted.

You stepped forward, steady and fast.

“What the hell are you doing? Are you insane?”

He turned slowly. His eyes locked onto yours.

“What are you doing here?”

“He’s my friend.” Saying it gave you a strange sense of calm. But you weren’t finished.

“Let go of him. Now.”

You grabbed the boy’s arm, gently pulling him away from Soo-gang. Your eyes met his. His were pure shadow.

“Don’t talk to me again,” you said. “Pretend you don’t know me. Don’t even say my name.”

And in that moment… he looked vulnerable for the first time.

You pulled the boy away and walked off.

You never looked back.

But he did. He clenched his jaw. His fists curled tight. Something tore through his chest so violently, it felt like his ribs had caught fire.

He didn’t end that day.

You thought he would—but no.

He never does.

⸻

It was late in the evening. There was no one left in the corridors. You were walking to the teachers' room with a few documents in your hand. You opened the door and went in. There was no one in the room. A dim light was shining on the window. You leaned over the table and started to place the documents.

At that moment… you felt someone's breath on your neck.

A shadow, a weight… and then a touch.

A hard hand on your shoulder suddenly pressed you forward. To the table. Although your body resisted reflexively, you could not do anything against his strength. You fell face down on the table.

“What are you doing?!”

Your voice trembled, not from fear; but from anger.

You couldn't turn back. But you heard his voice when you leaned into his ear.

“You want attention, huh?”

His breath was hitting your neck. He had pressed his body against yours, not moving. But he was there. With all his strength. He was pressing his groin against your hip.

He sighed, almost calmly. Then he grabbed your hair.

"Ah~ yeah that damn ass needs some attention."

He pressed you down harder on the table. One hand continued to hold your hair while the other hand moved towards your hips. When he found it, he started to giggle. Then he bit your ear. As if that wasn't enough, he squeezed it.

"If you try to stop me any longer, I swear I'll fuck you in front of everyone at school."

Then he slightly pulled himself away from where he was pressing himself. He lifted you up to him. He continued to whisper in your ear.

"If you try to erase me... I'll be engraved even deeper. In your mind, in your skin, in your breath. Even when you look at someone else, I'll pass through your eyes."

And then his voice got slower. It became more dangerous.

"You can't stay away from me, baby."

He took a step back. He slowly lowered his hand on your shoulder.

As if nothing had happened... he walked to the door.

He opened the door. And left.

You stayed there. Your legs shook from the impact of the incident. You held onto the table. Your breathing was ragged. His warmth was still on your body, but it burned you.

He had never left you. And he had no intention of leaving you.

⸻ Timeskip

Night.

Rain was falling lightly.

You were just about to leave school.

But that day—felt nothing like ordinary.

Word had gotten out that you’d eaten lunch with another guy.

Of course, it made its way to Soo-gang.

But this time… he kept his distance.

Didn’t say a word.

Just those vague glances… that silence…

The calm before the storm.

You didn’t notice it at first—

the footsteps behind you, steady and sharp, as you walked out the back gate.

But when he said your name, you turned.

And when your eyes met…

Your whole body froze.

He was there. Soaked through.

His eyes didn’t move an inch away from you.

“Running away again, huh?”

His voice was harsh—

but broken.

Like each word stabbed his throat on the way out.

“Guess my last warning didn’t work.”

“What the hell are you talking about? Leave me alone.”

Your voice was steady,

but your heart was pounding so loud you swore he could hear it.

“It’s over. Don’t you get it? I don’t want you.”

He took a step closer.

With every step, the sound of the rain shifted.

“You don’t even know what you want.”

Your shoulders tensed.

“I know exactly what I want. A normal life. Not some guy who picks fights like a maniac. Not a psycho who threatens me.”

And in that moment—

something in his eyes shifted. Instantly.

The smile vanished.

He just stared at you.

Slowly, he pulled something out of his pocket.

A necklace.

Familiar.

The one you lost when you were little.

“You know when I planned to give this back?”

“The day you finally said ‘I love you.’”

Your hand dropped.

Your throat dried up.

“I kept it. For years. So nothing would change.

But you… you always ran. Always.”

The necklace dangled in his fingers.

He stepped forward. Then again.

Now, there was barely any space between you.

“You’re mine.

You can’t belong to anyone else—because I’ve already claimed you.

No one can break you like I can.

And no one… will protect you like I will.”

“Why?” you asked.

Your eyes were glassy.

You were tired.

And then… it happened.

He looked at you—

like he saw straight through your chest.

“Because I love you.”

The words didn’t fall from his lips.

They bled.

Like something torn out of him.

“Yeah. I’m obsessed.

Yeah. I’m sick.

But I don’t know any other way.

My love doesn’t walk a straight line.

When I love… I burn.”

You held your breath.

Looking at him…

you saw, for the first time, he wasn’t sure of himself.

“Do you love me?” he asked.

You couldn’t answer.

He smiled—barely.

The corner of his lip twitched upward.

“You don’t have to say it. But don’t you ever show that smile to anyone else again.

That shine in your eyes?

That’s mine.

You haven’t realized it yet—but you will.

Because this is it.

I’m done chasing.

Done watching from afar.

Tonight… I want you.”

And in that moment—

he put the necklace around your neck.

When the cold metal touched your skin,

you shivered.

“Now you wear my name,” he whispered.

“Anyone who sees it—will know.

Anyone who touches you—will break.”

The rain started to fall harder.

But you didn’t move.

Because in that moment—

you felt what freedom really was.

And how tightly he had locked you away from it.

[lyarith]

Thinking about the bad boy and good girl relationship with Kang Wooyoung

Being the most exemplary student of your school was not as easy as those around you imagined. Always study hard, do not get involved with dubious companies, never show your true self, even to friends, only the one everyone should follow as an example. Life was boring. Too perfect. That's why your eyes always lingered on him. Kang Wooyoung. Everyone said he was dangerous, ruthless, didn't care about the rules, always hung out with shady crowds and no one even needed to be reminded that he was not worth messing with. The first time your eyes met, you felt like he could see right through you. And he does. No good girl would look at someone like him like that. He smirks to himself and looks away, and you just silently pray that he'll look at you the same way again.

English is not my native language!

I thought about this all day and wrote it only at night, I can already imagine that after rereading this in the morning I will understand what kind of nonsense this is, but while I have inspiration I will post this 😔 Maybe I will write a full-fledged fanfic

[lyarith]

Hi, can you write headcannnons of Baekjin as a boyfriend

Na Baekjin as your boyfriend

In the relationship, you will be the more active and talkative one, while he will be the calm one who listens.

I think Baekjin would be rather distant and cold in a relationship, but that's only because he's afraid of getting attached and eventually losing you.

He might buy you something you casually mentioned wanting, no matter how expensive it is, but taking care of you and showing sincere emotions is much harder for him, which is why his feelings might often seem insincere, leading to arguments.

His most toxic trait is that even if you want to break up with him, you won’t be able to — and if you do manage to leave, he’ll never let you be with anyone else.

He’s very good at controlling his emotions. He won’t hurt you physically, but when his words cut — it’s always on purpose. He knows exactly where to press to make it hurt.

He’ll never mention you to anyone in the Union — and he’s made it clear he doesn’t want you tangled up in that world. So the only moments you share are stolen ones: at school, and occasionally, behind closed doors at your place.

You don't have any unusual activities together, except for doing homework. You tell him what happened the other day when you were out with your friends, and he... he usually tries not to talk about what's going on at his job.

When you're together, he clings to you — but not in the sense of long hugs or kisses. It's that your hand is always in his when you walk or sit together, and he always unconsciously leans toward you. And when he kisses you on the forehead, he stays like that for a few seconds — and only in those moments do you feel his sincerity.

If you introduce him to your parents, they’ll accept him from the very first meeting and think that you couldn’t possibly find anyone better. He knows how to present himself well — polite, kind, the top student at his school, and on top of that, he manages to work too. They would never think anything bad about him — at least, he’ll hope they never hear about the Union. And you’ll never tell them about it.

I apologize if your idea of ​​the character does not match mine, I tried to write this based on what I saw in the drama and how he behaved towards Baku. I also wanted to add that I recently saw that inserting "-" is a sign of AI, and in my post you can see it, but I only use AI as a translator, but if you want I can try and translate without using "-" in sentences.

[lyarith]

Requests are opened!

I'm just starting to write and at the moment I'm ready to write about such fandoms as: "Weak Hero Class 1, 2". In the future, this list will be expanded

I am ready to accept request for any character from Weak Hero, this list may change in the future.

I write for fem and gender neutral readers.

I don't write: incest, zoophilia, pedophilia, huge age difference, everything connected with human excrement. Later I can add to this list if I forgot someone.

I can write something related to adult content, but without describing it in detail. Like mentioning it or something like that. Again, in the future this may change, but since I'm just starting to write I don't want to take on too much.

My English is not so good at the moment, so I will resort to a translator, if you see any mistakes, let me know and I will try to correct them!

If your request makes me feel uncomfortable, I will not be able to write it. I apologize in advance and hope you understand.