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pushinpieta · 1 day ago

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“Little Plea” - Geum Seongje x F!reader smut

synopsis: seongje turning into a whining pathetic masochist after his girl slaps him in an argument. lol.

cw: MDNI, aged up obviously, slapping, spitting, choking, biting, handjob, thigh riding, overstimulation, masochism, sadism, seongje crying lowkey, pet names

you wanted to see him like this. it was rare but the rarity of it was what got you going; seeing seongje below you, whimpering like a pathetic dog. you were in complete control and there was nothing more you enjoyed than abusing it.

after an aggravating argument with the poor guy under you, you lost your composure, ready to walk out of the door until seongje grabbed your wrists, dragging you back into his room. his domineering presence, threatening and intimidating, pushing you against a wall. in times like these, you felt helpless. you hated how he towered over you with that malicious glint in his eyes, teasing at you, pointing a finger at you with that shit-eating cheshire grin on his face. the smell of cigarettes clawed at your throat, punching you in the lungs. and that’s all seongje needed to have you cornered and submit to him.

but today, today was not the day. today he failed to do that. today you were the one to push at his chest until you cornered him into a wall and when he tried to stop your one hand, you used the other to slap his face. you didn’t mean to be violent nor did you mean to hurt him. you were just overwhelmed with the heat in the room and your anger and just him.

it was just one painful slap.

that one painful slap turned something in your boyfriend. something dark. something dangerous. as if he were possessed by a demon, his head slapped to the side, he laughed, adams’s apple bobbing and shoulders shaking. when he turned to you, your stomach churned in fear and anticipation— a sadistic coil. you were enjoying it. so was he.

“did you just slap me, sweetheart?” he raised a brow, that same snarky glint in his eyes.

“i did.” you breathed, staggering a little back from him seeing the maniacal, livid look in his eyes that could devastate a whole audience.

“my baby girl just hit me.” he stated to himself.

his eyes dead on you. the shift in atmosphere weighed down on you. it was hot and fuzzy and you couldn’t ignore the desire and need in your stomach from the way he gazed at you. seongje tilted his head back with a airy chuckle before coming to an abrupt stop. another look at your eyes and then at your lips.

“do it again.” he ordered, “slap me.”

“w-what?” you wavered, unsure of what just came out of your boyfriend’s mouth.

with another step back you watched him pull himself off against the wall to lunge at you. no second to breathe or grasp onto what just happened, seongje was onto you. he bit your bottom lip with a low groan. he glided his tongue over the bite before smacking another kiss to your parted mouth. it was more a kiss to your teeth than it was to your lips that were slightly trembling from the shock. he pulled away, breathless and red, sweat forming on his temple. a swift slide of his fingers and his glasses were off and thrown onto the night stand.

“don’t make me ask again, y/n.” he purred, his breath tickling your cheeks, “slap me.”

it took you a minute to register it all and you came to the realization that he’d probably do anything to get slapped in the face by his pretty girlfriend right now and you’d take advantage of that. take advantage of him. work him dry.

“what if i said no?” you asked, biting your bottom lip gentler than seongje had.

seongje tilted his head to the side in amusement, a low chuckle barreling in his chest, the fluorescent light revealed the red mark from your palm on his chisled face. his jaw was taut. that hunger in his eyes only raging by the second. every breath he took came out shallow as if he were holding himself back. you jutted your jaw out in false confidence, wanting to tease him more; get on his nerves until he broke.

“geum seongje. if you want me to slap you get on the bed.” you demanded with a light nudge on his shoulder.

you stood face-to-face with him with a smirk threatening to creep up your face. you enjoyed the slight, barely noticeable surprise in his face. it turned you on.

“don’t make me ask again, seongje.” you mocked him, “get on the bed.”

“okay. whatever you say, darling.” he complied with a nod and a smirk.

once he was on the edge of the bed, you swiftly straddled his laps, pushing him in the shoulders until he fell flat on his back with a low cuss. he raised a brow in question, amused, watching you crawl over him. your hair falling over his face as you bit his earlobe, a low teasing moan escaping your lips. by now, you could feel his hard-on pressing the side of your inner thigh through his sweatpants. you used your knees to push it down on his cock, earning a low groan.

“what do you think you’re doing?” he hissed, snaking his hands over your waist to stop you but you pinch him away earning another pained groan.

“you wanted this. so, take it.” you spoke through gritted teeth, grabbing his hard on with your hand “you’re so hard. just by this? you’re pathetic.”

“fuck— are you—“ you undo the strings in his sweat pants, pulling it down with his boxers, springing his twitching cock free.

pre-cum dropped from his tip, causing you to giggle. you sat between his thigh, lightly rubbing your clothed clit against it.

thwack.

you spit on your hands, making a lubricant to use to rub on his hot cock. your strokes are slow and calculated, your fists balling on his cock as you pumped agonizingly low. seongje’s brows furrowed in frustration wanting more. he bucked his hips into your fist only to get slapped in the face. hard.

“sh-shit, baby, could you go faster?” he asked, his voice cracking.

“tsk. that’s not how you ask, now is it?” you tutted, shaking your head in teasing disappointment “say please like a good boy. hmm?”

you stopped moving your hands. waiting for his plead. continuing to rub yourself against his thigh.

“p-please.” his voice came out ragged and broken. you slapped him in the face again, his face turning red. his hair a tousled mess.

“say it louder, boy.” you urged. relishing in the desperate look in his eyes. he looked completely gone.

“fuck— please— go faster!” he begged swallowing hard.

“atta boy.” you took that chance to grab his throat with one hand to squeeze it hard with no mercy until he started to audibly choke and gasp. with the other hand you started stroking harsher and faster, making him twitch and whimper with a choke.

you squeezed his cock harder and his throat. thumbing his tip to make him more sensitive, his eyelashes lined with tears that you had never seen before and your thighs clenched agaist his thighs, rubbing onto your clit in an overwhelmingly hot sensation that made you moan a little too loud. seongje struggled in your hold, gasping for air when you let go of his throat. relentlessly, you pumped his cock upwards and down until hot, white spurts of cum splattered out onto your wrists and hand. but you didn’t stop. you forced your weight onto him, riding his thighs until you reached your own climax and closed your eyes to feel the sensation take over you. your panties were soaking wet, clit sensitive causing you to twitch and writhe over your sensitive boyfriend who looked like he was about to cry.

tears and drool fell down his beautiful face. his brown hair a mess, and his taunting smirk replaced with parted lips that released whimpers and low, guttural groans. he tried to grab onto your wrist one more time only to get slapped hard in the face by you. your hands pumped mercilessly on his cock, his body twitching and shaking from overstimulation.

a cry escaped his lips “gosh, y/n. slap me again. i love it when you slap me. please.”

“yeah? you like it? open your mouth.” you said, bringing your hand up to his throat. he complied, opening his mouth. a glob of your spit trickled sloppily down his mouth, some of it splattering onto his bottom lips “swallow.”

he swallowed hard, an embarrassing high-pitched moan leaving his mouth as he pleaded for you to slap him and you did. he pleaded again. slap. slap. slap.

“o-oh my god—ngh—“ he gasped with every sensation that struck every vein in his body, “feel s’good. fuck— just like that, baby, just like that.”

“f-fuck—i’m gonna— i’m gonna cum— i’m gonna cum!” he whined, holding onto your wrist for support. his eyes rolled back, mouth parting open into a silent moan. his deep voice now a pitch higher.

he came undone for a second time. bucking his hips up into your fist in desperate attempt to ground himself.

a thick rod of his white cum spurt out of his veiny cock. seongje drawled out a long shuddering sigh, whimpering thanks yous. his face contorting from the soreness of getting slapped over and over. poor boy looked used up. flushed red and droopy eyed. seongje laid breathless and used up below. a look of surrender making its way into his eyes as if to say “you won”. the asshole smirk of his wiped right off.

you really did win.

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pushinpieta · 4 days ago

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“Bruises between us” — Geum Seongje x Fem!reader angst

warnings: swearing, violence, seongje falling for rage bait, bleeding, slightly suggestive, heavy making out

wc: 5.3k

a/n: grrr I’m back from a long hiatus. did u miss me?

Were you friends? Enemies? More? There wasn’t a label for what you were to Seongje and what he was to you but whatever it was— it kept you near each other. At first you felt repelled by him and the smell of cigarettes lingering around him when he was near but as time passed and more bruises blossomed on your knuckles and face, you came the find a familiarity that wasn’t necessarily pleasant nor unpleasant. Once, it used to be foreign being in the presence of the teeth bearing wolf— Geum Seongje— but at some point, in the midst of all the punches and kicks and profanity, you came to find a normality in your sort of “companionship” with him.

Still, he wasn’t you friend. He wasn’t your enemy either. No, not that.

Not when he subtly keeps you away from the union. He never uses his words. You weren’t stupid, you could see it in the way he moved— even the slight shift in his eyes; you noticed it all.

“We done here, princess?” Seongje grunts, standing upwards casually with his tongue poking out the side of his cheek as he throws the cigarette bud that was once between his lips onto the ground next to where one of the guys from Ilsan Technical High lied, stiff and bruised up from getting his ass handed to him by Seongje.

“I really dislike when you call me that.” You retorted walking past him out of the tunnel. His nickname for you wasn’t anything of affection— it was rather condescending but you somehow always let him get away with it because it was one of the few things between the two of you that had a name. A sort of inside joke. Something you felt like you owned and something that you felt was his way of acknowledging you as someone…something to him.

“Works done. These fuckers are weaker than I thought. They were acting like some bigshots when they called me over here.” He chuckled, walking behind you.

“If they called you over here, then why’m I here?’ You really joked. Seongje always called you up when he was near your area, not because you were friends, not because you had some sort of business together, but because he found it fun seeing you fight. He said so himself one time when you asked him why he kept you around when he couldn’t stand someone looking him in the eyes for more than three seconds. His answer was simple, teasing. Its real fun seeing you kick around, it’s rowdy and terrible, but that shit hurts so bad Its fun He said to you its like a arcade game and you’re the character, a little fuckin’ princess.

Why princess? He never answered.

“Why? You didn’t want to come? Ouch, girl, that hurt harder than your kicks. How could you do say that to me?” He joked, poking his lips out, pouting in mock sadness as he balled his fists to his face like a dog. You scoffed, somewhat irritated that he wasn’t actually hurt.

“Fuck outta here, Geum.” You picked up your pace towards the bowling alley that Seongje spent most of his time in. He rarely invited you in, for reasons obvious; he didn’t want the union boys to cross paths with the princess, you.

“Like a stab in the heart, princess. Hurt me again. Say something mean with that face” He teased, placing a hand on his chest as if he got stabbed and this time you snorted, feeling totally ridiculed. Your words were never taken seriously by the tall boy towering over you. His half-rimmed glasses showing your irritated reflection. A genuine, gummy smile spread across his face at the scowl you gave him. He was a total sadist. There was nothing he loved more than pissing you off until you hit him. Maybe he was a masochist, too? Either way, he drove you mad and excited and confused and…and some other thing you couldn't— wouldn’t name.

“Oh, I really gotta get away from this plague-bearing dickwad.” You groaned dramatically, shoving him in the shoulder and he faked a gasp rolling his eyes back with a laugh threatening to choke him.

“I bid farewell to you, princess,” He bowed, elegantly, looking ridiculous “I shall partake in a rendezvous with Lord Baekjin.”

“How courteous of you. Not very timely, now, are you? Look at the time, idiot, you’re an hour late.” You laughed this time, showing him the time on your phone. His expression was the same; unserious and mocking, eyebrows raised in amusement.

“He wont execute me, I believe,” He shrugged nonchalantly, now walking ahead of you “I am his middleman, afterall.”

You laughed, throwing your head back “Pfft, I know you’re kinda an idiot, but I didn’t know you’d say something so out of character.”

“Out of character?” His smile doesn’t falter, brows raised in curiosity as he questioned you.

“I mean, look at you…Baekjin’s middleman? You’re delusional. You’re nothing but a fighting psycho he only uses for violence. Once he’s done with you, you’re just another rando from the union that just knows how to fight.” You blabbered on, not noticing the shift in the air “You’re just a total nutjob he uses as a shield. That bastard knows how to manipulate. Lucky him for finding an asshole like you who’s willing to do anything for him. You’re like a toy. Jackpot!” You pop your ‘p’.

The wide grin on Seongje’s face falls flat. You wouldn’t lie, this was something you were not familiar with; a serious Seongje. A Seongje without a smile tugging his lips, a Seongje that wasn’t aloof. He shifts his stance, shoving his hands in his pockets. Seongje, looks down to the ground and cusses under his breath and then snickers.

“That’s a rich coming from someone like you, don’t you think, y/n?” He breathed out. Your name bitter and unpleasant on his tongue as he glares at you through his lashes. This wasn’t the Seongje you were bickering with seconds prior, this was the teeth-bearing wolf that made the thugs scurry away.

You gulped, guilt tickling your skin. You hadn’t realized how far you had gone with your words. Degrading and dehumanizing the man before you.

Suddenly, you weren’t so familiar with one another and the tension pooled in like water filling up a cramped tank. Suddenly, there wasn’t that silent kinship that you both had held onto. You were just another one of the people he passed by.

His stare bored down to the very molecule of your being, pinning you onto the ground.

“Say it again, y/n, call me a toy, go on.” He bared his teeth, stepping closer “Say it.”

“Seongje, I-” He took another step, crossing into the boundary you had built around yourself.

“What? Can’t say it now?” His head turned to the side, scoffing, he ruffled his hair. That domineering, condescending look in his eyes felt humiliating. Guilt choked at your throat.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that.” You defended, taking a step back, your back hitting the cement wall of the brick alley way that turned into the underpass that lead to the bowling alley “I was only joking–”

“I know I’m an asshole who does nothing but fight, but I thought we were on the same side, y’know? Cause you fight too…with me. On my side. Guess not. Guess you’re just another bitch.” He seethes. Another bitch this time, it stung you. You frowned, shrinking smaller under his gaze by the second.

“Watch your mouth, Geum Seongje.” You warned. A lump lodged in your throat from anger. You hated yourself for saying too much when you were insulting him and for becoming wordless when it came to speaking up for yourself. Why did your voice not work? Why had it been so harsh?

“A princess doesn’t talk so harshly, did you know?” He said before turning his back to you, leaving you in the darkness of the alleyway. You watched as his footsteps receded into silence, his broad shoulders, his height, his brown hair; all of it swallowed far, far away from you into the darkness where you had once met him. And for a second you realize that the alleyway wasn’t so dark when he was here— and maybe that he was the light that brought life to this dark, dead-end that you lived in.

You could have reached out. You could have ran after him. But with a fleeting being like Seongje he was everywhere and nowhere at once, there was no use in trying to ground him. It would be like chasing your own reflection— you’d never be able to catch him…keep him in your grasp and own him. He didn’t belong to anyone or anything. You had misunderstood him completely and as a result you offended him and turned him into just another passing moment in your life. All within a split second with just a few words.

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It had been a week since you last saw Seongje in the dark alleyway. You were where he left you. In that alleyway, walking home from school when you stopped in your tracks upon seeing a clique of high school boys in green uniforms huddled up. Smoke curled in the air from their cigarettes and the sound of a ball bouncing echoed. You pressed yourself against a wall, shielding you from being spotted, as you peered and looked closer you realized they were the boys from Ilsan Technical High that you and Seongje had beaten up last week and a couple other unknown faces.

“That son of a bitch needs to learn his lesson.” One growled.

“What he really needs is to fucking die.” Another joined in the same fuming tone.

“Let’s just kill that bastard.” The first suggests “Please, sunbae, help us.”

“Sounds fun to me, whatcha think, Gobum?” One with long hair asked another with slit eyebrows and round eyes.

“I’m down. I always wanted to put a fist up that prick’s mouth. That punk Geum Seongje is gonna be real fun to play with” He agreed.

You put a hand over your mouth to muffle the gasp that left your lips when Seongje was brought up. He was going to get jumped. You had to warn him.

No. You couldn’t face him. Not after what you said to him. You couldn’t forget the piercing glare in his eyes, the sort of hurt— betrayal in his voice.

“Call him up. This Thursday. After school. Make it seem like its just gonna be you and then we’ll join and fuck his pretty face up.” Long-hair said to Gobum.

“Just texted him. That bastard didn’t give it a second. Look—” Gobum turned the phone to the other boys “He replied with a ‘Okay’ and a laughing emoji. That stuck-up asshole.”

“We’ll see who’s gonna laugh after he gets his shit rocked.”

Your head spun. You had to find a way to warn Seongje. It wasn’t that he weak or incapable of dealing with these guys, it was just something in you irked. A bad premonition. It was eating you from the inside like parasites in your veins. Seongje was all alone. No matter how strong, he was still just one.

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Thursday came by fast like the snap of fingers. Still not in contact with Seongje, you grew anxious. You knew of the time and place where he was to meetup with slit-brows and his minions. There was only one way to get Seongje away from this. It was for you to step in between, cause a distraction, be an obstacle in their path. You could do it. You were fully capable. Seongje was too, but you felt like you owed him this. Which is funny because he probably would prefer to fight because of the ecstatic rush he felt, but for your own selfish unknown reasons, you had to do this. You had to keep Seongje away from the malicious intentions of these guys.

With a hood over your head, you walked into the bowling alley where Seongje was skipping school. You could see him standing in the corner, watching the crowd of people cheer for their friends. Ignoring the ache in your heart, you approached him, hood still covering your face almost entirely as you fake bumped into him, stealing his phone effortlessly from his pocket. You didn’t turn back, rushing off even though he muttered a cuss your way. Luckily for you, he didn’t notice the absence of his phone, too engrossed in the game. A part of you wished he would recognize you, and talk to you, be engrossed in you. You shake the thought of it away, opening up his phone. You thank the sky for your memory, you typed in his password you sneaked a glance of a long time away and it unlocked his phone. You type a text message to slit eyebrows.

Seongje: Meet me at the under pass. The alleyway is too crowded after school. LOL.

Gobum: OK

The guy replied almost immediately, allowing you to delete the texts from his phone so he had no way of knowing of this. You swiftly place the phone in the lost and found bin, rushing out of the bowling alley towards the underpass.

The bell for home time rang and there he was Gobum, slit brows all by himself. You look around, looking for the other three but there were no signs of them. Not letting your guard down, you lower your hood, revealing your face, your hair undone, falling over your face in wisps.

Gobum sneers, meeting yours eyes in furry irritation, “Tsk, what did he pussy-out and send his girl? Where’s Geum Seongje, little birdie”

“Not here, as you can see, fucker.” You spoke through gritted teeth, picking up your pace fast enough to aim for a kick to his head. Your left foot smashed into his shaved head, crushing the side of his face. It probably looked hilarious in slow motion and a sadistic smile creeped up on your face.

That’s rich coming from someone like you Seongje’s words echoed through your mind and he was right. You weren’t so different from him. There was an addictive rush and ecstasy that shuddered through you during a fight. You were no different from a teeth-bearing wolf. Perhaps you were worse because of your bitter words and dishonest facade. Just a pretty girl in the eyes of others. Little birdie.

Gobum yelled, in pain and shock from the sudden kick to the side of his face. It made him stagger backwards, a red bruise blooming on the side of his face so fast and so rapidly it was almost animated. He growled, stomping towards you to throw a punch but you blocked it and he went again and again. Block after block, duck after duck, kick and punch, swivel up and down— it was a mess of movements. You barely had the time to process his movements. He was fast and his punches were impactful. He got a few hits but so did you. You had the upper hand, you were analytical and had dirty tricks up your sleeves. You tripped him, you distracted him, you ran and he chased.

This wouldn’t last long. Your muscles were growing limp and exhausted from over exertion. Your legs wobbled after another attempted kick which Gobum dodged and he punched you straight in the jaw, giving you a purple bruise. You winced in pain. Tears pricked your eyes from the pain but he punched your stomach ruthlessly. Punch after punch. You smashed your knees onto his nose, with a crackle that made you flinch. Blood flowed from his nose into his white button up. He hissed.

“Not bad.” He wiped the blood from his nose with the back of his hand, charging towards you at full speed. pushing you against a wall “but can you handle this, little bitch?”

“I can handle anything.” You choked, as he held you against a wall. Dread pooled in your chest when you heard footsteps coming from behind him. The three other boys from the other day appeared. You recognized them immediately from the smell of smoke and the sound of a ball bouncing off the ground.

“That’s not Geum Seongje. That’s a girl.” The long-haired guy said to the other boys.

“It’s his bitch, she was there and beat us too.” One of the familiar guy spoke, sounding embarrassed.

“Damn. She’s kinda hot. I wanna play with her too.” He responded “Grab her, boys.”

In an instant you were cornered by four men. One on each side of you. You were helpless and you had to find a way out. Before any of them could touch you, you ducked, kicking Gobum right in the crotch earning a loud agonized scream. The others watched eyes wide, stepping back. Taking advantage of that moment of hesitation, you punch the guy on your right then grab him by the collar to push him onto his friend on the left. With full source, you head butt into the long haired jerk that dared lay a hand on you. Groans and grunts of pain bounced off the walls of the underpass, adrenaline pumping through your lungs. Heaving, you coughed out a bit of blood onto your sleeve with a light gasp of surprise. It enraged you but you had to give the final blow to their faces.

“Let me give you a warning, boys,” You spoke bitterly “Don’t fucking touch Geum Seongje.”

“Oh? He got a possessive little bitch. Ain’t that fun?” Gobum, strikes again, you dodge.

“I’ll kill you all.” It wasn’t a threat anymore, it was a promise.

“Scary—“ You punched long-hair straight in the mouth, definitely knocking teeth out. He cried, falling in his bum. Eyes full of horror.

“You two. Come at me.” You say, turning your attention to the two you had once beaten up before. Clearly, they wanted it again. You motioned for them to come forward so confident in yourself, you didn’t feel like yourself. You were somewhere else, high off the adrenaline.

For a split moment, Seongje’s face appeared in front of you. His gummy smile was so threatening and enthralling— you felt as if you were lassoed to him. You hated the truth; you wanted him to belong to you in one way. Even as a friend. Even as an enemy. Right now he wasn’t either, he was a stranger. There was no softness between the two of you but somehow the thought of him had softened you— for the slightest moment, you blinked a little more and panted a little harder too.

When the two cowards stepped closer you didn’t analyze or think. You just punched and kicked. Not one miss, they sucked. Within seconds, four men laid on the ground under you, gazing up in surrender and fear. Slowly, you leer over them, meeting each of their eyes with a domineering gaze that made each of them flinch and turn away in embarrassment.

“Did you take my warning?” You raised a brow, fixing your messy hair and hoodie.

“Can’t hear you. Should I put some more sense into you?” You say about to kick Gobum in the face but he puts his hands up to his face with a desperate sob. So pathetic.

“Y-yes ma’am.” They said in unison.

Triumphant or rather relieved you walk out of the underpass with more than a few bruises.

Your everything hurt and you collapsed the second you entered the alleyway.

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Exactly three days and three nights had passed. Due to the pain still prominent all over your body and especially your jaw, you skipped school. You were back at the alley, not certain as to why you were there. Perhaps you were looking for Seongje. You’d never admit that to yourself. A soft sigh escaped your lips, seeing the empty path, you stood staring at the dark clouds rolling up in the sky. The smell of rain and earth whirled in the air.

An all too familiar figure appeared from the far end of the alley, standing tall and casual. Seongje. He was looking directly into your eyes, unbothered, unwavering. A small smile of relief accidentally made its way to your face and you wanted so badly to slap yourself but that would only give Seongje more points.

“Long time no see.” His voice echoed, deep, reverberating through your bones. You missed it so much and you just realized.

“Y-yeah,” A stutter escaped your lips.

He chuckled, still standing, far enough to not see the bruises on your face “We haven't seen each other for two weeks and you get all shy. Didn’t expect that after all those words.”

Seongje approached slowly, calmly. Walking towards you, finally he was closer and his eyes immediately shot to your jaw and your collarbones and everywhere. Like a hungry wolf watching its prey, he took his time observing you. There was no change of expression in his eyes. His lips in a thin line, there was a flicker of something you couldn’t read.

He took a step closer.

You took a step back.

Another step closer.

Another step back.

Seongje stops, a superficial smile making its way onto his lips. Gently, he brings his hands to your jaw, barely ghosting his fingers over the bruise. The act catches you off guard, your eyes widen in surprise at how gentle he was, his warm finger trailing over your bruises. Shyly, you wince away from his ghost-like touch that was so fiery all at once. His eyes not leaving yours even for a second. Above all the bruises, and pain, your eyes showed the most hurt and he caught it so fast you wanted to run and hide.

“Who?” He asked softly, barely a whisper, his voice blowing away with the wind.

“Don’t worry about it. It was just some rascals I ran into the other day. I won. As always.” You tried to joke but the waver in your voice was so loud.

“Who.” He demanded. He didn’t need to. It was gonna slip out of your mouth anyway. His warm fingers still on your face, now cupping your cheeks. This time, you couldn’t move away, the warmth held you still. It grounded you.

“Gobum.” You replied, avoiding his eyes. He placed a finger under your chin, lifting your face up to meet his eyes.

“He must’ve been tough.” He said.

“What?”

“I mean he must’ve been a tough fighter to be able to bruise someone as strong as you.” the unexpected compliment made you gape.

“He did have three of his minions with him…” You scratched your head. Feeling pride blooming in your chest.

“Shameless motherfucker.” He hissed, eyes livid now “Ganging up on one person let alone a girl.”

“Seongje?” You said. He was speaking to himself rather than to you.

“Knew you’d win.” He said before walking off. You called out to him.

Once.

Twice.

By the third call he was out of the alley.

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A day passed. Three days passed. You haven't heard from Seongje. It wasn’t unusual anymore. It was just discomforting. The guilt still resided deeply in your conscience. The longing even worse. You loathed every second of it.

It was a Saturday, with nothing better to do, you sat inside the bowling alley, leaning against a wall. Howls and cheers filled the thick air. The smell of food and sweat mixed together. Beside you a group of guys sat, on their phones, puffing vape into the air.

“Did you see? Geum Seongje fucked up the thugs from Ilsan Tech. Fuckin’ embarrassing for them.” Your ears perked up and you leaned closer.

“That Gubom son of a bitch deserves it. Good shit, man” Another chided in.

“I heard he crippled em’ all up just a few minutes ago. Look, my friend from Ilsan sent me a video.” The one said, turning his phone to his friend.

At that you got up and interrupted their gossip to watch the video. They turned to you in surprise, but they couldn’t do much since you only butted in to see the video for yourself. You could see Seongje in his maroon uniform, kicking Gumbom just like you had on his shoulder over and over. Cussing him off with all sorts of terrible degrading words. The yelps of pain came out loudly through the phone speakers and you just watched. Eyes glued to the screen. The teeth-bearing wolf had his glasses off. He was serious. Then it zooms into another clip where Seongje breaks the Long-haired guys fingers, one by one. You could almost feel the pain. The boys watching the video all made sounds, as if they too, were feeling the pain.

You turned away, unable to watch anymore. Sprinting out of the bowling alley, you turned up at the Union’s hideout Seongje had once briefly shown you. He admitted to spending a lot of his time napping there. And you knew, just from the lingering smell of cigarette sticking to the brick walls outside, Geum Seongje was inside. And inside you went.

To your surprise, the door was unlocked as you slid it open. The place stunk of old ramen and men’s cologne and smoke. You coughed, swatting the air in front of you in pure disgust. On the black leather couch sat Seongje with his head thrown back blowing out smoke onto the ceiling. A cigarette in his hands, almost halfway done. He gave you a full view of his neck and Adam's apple, you couldn’t keep your eyes off. You ran your tongue along your bottom lips, wetting it. Seongje had his uniform off, now just in a black t-shirt that revealed his arms that had cuts and bruises. Did they have a knife fight too?

He looked at you when he heard your voice, an amused expression on his face. Seongje patted the spot on the couch next to him for you to sit like it was the most normal thing on earth, for you to just be walking into a hideout like this. You complied anyway, sitting next to him, your weight dipping to the leather. The atmosphere became warm and sticky— not in a displeasing way but in a familiar way. Like it was something you were used to; being by Seongje’s side.

Your hands immediately darted towards him. Reaching out to cup both his cheeks, squeezing him like a baby. Your eyes softened, heart tender and broken. It was rare to see him this bruised up.

And all because of you. Tears pricked in your field of vision and you just let it fall.

“Why’d you do this?” You sniffled, turning his face one side to another to spot every injury. You reach for the medicine box that was conveniently hidden under the table in front of the sofa. Grabbing a cotton swab, you dab some medicine over the cuts on the side of his face. He hissed in response but he let you anyway.

The both of you stay in silence, only your occasional sniffles could be heard like little adlibs in the silence.

“I didn’t do it for you. I just wanted to finish what that asshole started.” He finally answered but he didn’t meet your eyes and a foreign warmth crept into his tone as he continued speaking “I don’t get why you did what you did, though. Did you feel sorry for me?”

“I— I just, I just couldn’t be a bystander…” He scoffed at the response.

“Y/n, don’t do that shit again. I’m not trying to see you hurt because of a fight that I started.” He mumbled, your fingers brushing his bottom lip as you circled your fingers around a bruise with an ointment.

“I’m sorry about what I said before, Seongje.” You started again, you wanted to get your words out before they choke you “I didn’t mean to call you a toy. Didn’t mean to turn you into such a worthless dick. I hope you know that’s now how I see you.”

“I know.” He smiled, so slightly it wouldn’t be possible to notice unless you were close to him.

“Do you ?” You ask, lifting his jaw up to meet your eyes. Just like he did the other day. The ball was in your court now.

“Of course I know, look at the situation we’re in, y/n. None of this would have happened if we weren’t both so fucked in the head” At that you both chuckled, he flinched a little at the pain.

The laughter felt like something you didn’t realize you lost until you got it back. The normality of laughing with him, being by his side, and not needing a label for what you were— all of it felt like an answer to your questions that you blocked off for so long.

The silent and unacknowledged wait for him was over because he was always there where he belonged; right next to you.

Seongje’s face was centimeters away from yours. This was the closest he’s ever been to you, his warmth and scent radiating onto you. The air no longer tense or awkward— just back to what it was, a comfortable familiarity. A routine. His eyes bored into yours for as if he were contemplating. Your eyes shot down to his mouth, glossy from him licking and biting it.

The sound of the air conditioner blowing suddenly got blocked out with your dizzying thoughts as his breath fanned your face. Your hands were still on his face. Seongje was impulsive and without a plan in everything he did. Just like now, when he grabbed your jaw and kissed your lips. Your world went so still, so silent, and so warm you could hear your own heartbeat.

Seongje placed his hands on the back of your neck, pulling you closer as he pressed another short kiss on your lips to test the waters, to see how you reacted. You closed your eyes instinctively, allowing him to kiss you once more. For a short moment you open your eyes to see him already staring at you and then your lips as if to ask if you wanted this or not.

“Kiss me.” You breathed out feverishly.

His lips found its way home into yours, rougher and greedier this time. There was a desperation in the way he kissed you, your lips smacking onto each other making wet sounds. His slid along the bottom of your lips, slithering into your bottom teeth, then tangling into your tongue. He groans into your mouth, hot and wet, swirling his own tongue with yours. He was in full control now. His hands on the back of your head and the other holding your waist. You hand your hands wrapped around his neck now, pulling him closer to your chest.

Seongje sucks on your tongue and then your teeth and lips and everywhere. Both of you are dizzy and frantic, wanting more by the second. He groans and you moan. Making out, eating each other alive. You grab a handful of his hair with your hands tugging him as you tongue each other. Spit swirling lewdly inside your mouths. Drool pools the side of your mouth and Seongje licks it off without a second of hesitation. Nasty and thirsty. Slurping up all your saliva.

You’re out of breath about to pass out, you push him off for a second to breathe. A string of spit connect the two of you and you stare into his eyes for a prolonged moment, admiring the mole, his lashes, and those dark eye rises that you had grown to yearn for.

You finally realized then, that there didn’t need to be an answer to your question with words when Seongje had always shown that you were something to him the whole time with his actions.

“Didn’t know the princess kissed so well.” He teased pushing your back down onto the couch to resume kissing you.

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let love bleed red | geum seongje

summary: in which you got yourself tangled up with geum seongje. at first, it was trouble. then, it became routine. until, somehow, you became the only thing he would bleed for—willingly, violently, without regret.

pairing: geum seongje x fem!reader

genre: romance, hurt/comfort, angst

word count: 6.2k

playlist: he was chaos, he was revelry

last.

you were crouched by the side of a quiet alley behind a convenience store, setting down a paper plate with tuna and a cup of water. a tiny stray kitten had been hanging around there lately, mistrustful, but hungry. you've seen it a few times and started bringing food when you pass by.

the kitten was peeking out from under a box, inching closer. you kept still, one hand out, speaking low and soft.

then, there was a crash. a loud bang echoed from farther down the alley, and the sound of something—someone—getting slammed into a wall.

the kitten bolted instantly, disappearing into a gap between buildings.

you groaned under your breath, standing up with an irritated huff. not only did it startle the kitten, but it also startled you. you almost stumbled from the shock of the loud noise, your heart pounding rapidly.

"what the hell..." you stepped a little farther out to see the source, and then you saw him. a tall guy, maroon uniform jacket slipping off one shoulder, face stretched, hair a mess. bloodied knuckles and eyes wild.

he wasn't from your school. and by the looks of it, his opponent was already down. two more stood at a distance, too afraid to move.

the man lifted his head once, cracking his neck. then his eyes landed on you. you didn't flinch. just stared with narrowed eyes.

"go start your fight somewhere else," you said evenly. "you're not from around here."

he raised his brows and stared like he hadn't heard you right. then he smiled, crooked and wild. the kind that says, 'you've just made things interesting.'

you turned your back on him and walked off, not giving him another glance.

he stared after you. not many people talked to him like that. even fewer walked away before he decided the conversation was over.

you didn't run, but didn't linger either. just walked like you had somewhere to be, like he wasn't worth wasting another second on.

his eyes remained on you, tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek. a faint cut on his knuckle stung, but barely noticed.

'go start your fight somewhere else.'

'you're not from around here.'

not a scream. not a plea. not even a threat. just pure irritation. like he was some dumb dog that pissed on your shoes.

his grin curled slowly, something unhinged hiding just beneath it. he pulled a cigarette from his pocket, stuck it between his teeth, and lit it. the flame briefly flickered across his face before he took a drag and blew the smoke out lazily.

he'd seen people cry, scream, and beg. he'd seen how most people either froze or ran when they saw him, faces tight with fear, eyes darting around. but you?

you looked at him like he was an eyesore.

his laugh came quiet. brief. half-laugh, half-breath.

feeding a stray cat, he thought, like it was some ridiculous joke the universe threw at him. you looked too soft for your own good, too normal, too boring.

so why did you stick?

he leaned his shoulder against the wall, just for a second. watched the street where you disappeared. his blood was still warm from the fight, but that moment? that edge in your voice?

it was the first time he felt interrupted.

not threatened, not challenged. just... like someone reached into his noise and pulled something to the surface.

he didn't know your name. but that was fine. he had time.

it wasn't the next day, or the day after. but seongje still found himself wandering near that same alley. always around the same time. leaning against walls with a cigarette between his lips, smoke curling above his head like a restless thought that wouldn't burn out.

he wasn't waiting, he told himself. he just happened to be here, just passing time.

he was mid-drag when he caught a flash of familiar movement. dark hair, a recognizable bag slung over one shoulder. you were crouched near the alley's corner again, opening a can of tuna. next to your feet was the same stray kitten from before, now a little less wary, its ears twitching.

you didn't notice him at first. he said nothing.

he watched you feed the kitten. your expression wasn't anything special, just calm, focused, lips pressed together in a straight line. but he stared like it was the most peculiar thing in the world, like you were something unreal.

then you sighed and sat back on your heels, that's when your eyes flicked up, and landed right on him. you tensed slightly, like you were trying to figure out if it was him or just some other delinquent in a maroon uniform.

it was definitely him.

"you again? you muttered, standing slowly, brushing off your knees. "don't tell me you're here to start trouble again."

seongje let the cigarette dangle loosely between his fingers, gaze half-lidded. "don't flatter yourself. this is my spot now."

you snorted. "your spot? pretty sure this alley existed before you."

a grin pulled at his lips, slow and amused. that sharp glint in your eyes was still there. that same irritation, not fear, not interest. just a girl who didn't give a damn who he was.

"you always talk this much when feeding cats?" he asked.

"no. just when someone interrupts." he laughed, quiet but real.

you moved to step past him, clearly done with the conversation. but before you could, he flicked his cigarette to the ground and said slowly, "you don't scare easy, do you?"

you paused. "i don't like getting caught up in situations like this."

you walked off before he could say anything else. same calm steps. same complete disinterest in him. he stared at the kitten as it ate.

for the first time in a long while, he didn't feel bored.

you were coming out of the convenience store with a yogurt drink in hand when you felt someone matching your pace beside you.

you didn't even need to look. you felt it, like the air shifted, a shadow slipping in just a bit too close.

"miss cat-feeder," came the drawl, smug and lazy.

you rolled your eyes and kept walking. "seriously?"

"you remembered me," he said, hands in his pockets, leaning slightly sideways to peer at your face.

"no. i remembered your stupid voice."

"ouch," he grinned. "you wound me."

"what do you want?"

"just walking. not allowed to exist now?"

"not next to me, preferably." he chuckled at that, keeping stride with you anyway.

he walked like he owned the sidewalk, like even the cracks made space for him. he kept glancing at you, amused by how hard you were trying not to look.

"don't you have school?" you muttered.

"skipped."

"of course you did."

there was a beat of silence before he casually reached out and tugged at the hem of your sleeve. "what flavor?"

you jerked your arm away. "touch me again and i'll pour this on your head."

his grin widened, eyes gleaming with delight. there it is. "you're fun."

"i'm really not."

"exactly."

you stopped in your tracks. he looked at you, curious. "look," you said, eyes flat. "i don't like hanging out with loud people. so if you're looking for someone to flirt with, pick someone else."

seongje stared at you for a second, unreadable. then he smirked.

"i'm not flirting."

"good."

"i just like watching you get pissed." and with that, he turned on his heel and walked away, hands back in his pockets like he didn't just drop a live wire into your day.

you watched him go, jaw tight.

god, he is annoying.

and worse, he knew it.

your shoes pounded against the pavement, too loud, too fast. the voices behind you were still getting closer. slurred words, the kind that came with guys who had too much time and nothing to lose. you'd told them off when they first approached, sharp and dismissive like always. but these ones didn't like hearing 'no'.

you darted around a corner, trying to cut into a side street you didn't usually take, and slammed straight into a body.

you stumbled back from the force, hands catching yourself on the person's chest, eyes wide and breath caught in your throat.

"whoa there," a familiar voice started, light and teasing.

your eyes shot up.

geum seongje.

of all people.

he was in his usual disheveled uniform, cigarette tucked between his fingers, a faint smirk already creeping up like instinct. "you really can't stay away from me, huh?"

but you weren't listening. you glanced over your shoulder, eyes scanning the street you just came from, anxiety tightening your features.

seongje's smirk faded, just a bit. his eyes narrowed.

"what happened?"

"none of your business. i need to go."

you stepped to the side, trying to move past him but his arm shot out fast, catching you by the wrist. not hard. not enough to hurt. but firm.

his voice lost all its humor.

"who."

you jerked against his grip, frustrated. "just let me go. jesus christ."

he didn't. instead, his eyes flicked toward the corner you came from. and for a brief second, something flickered through him, that thing he tried to keep under the surface unless it was time to let it loose.

then he heard footsteps and voices getting closer. the guys rounded the corner, laughing, loud, eyes scanning.

and then they saw you.

and then him.

one of them started to speak, some dumb threat halfway out of his mouth when seongje stepped forward and flicked his cigarette.

"alright," he said, eyes gleaming now. "which one of you thought chasing her was a good idea?" his tone didn't rise. he didn't shout. but it was enough.

the shift in the air was immediate, like a wire pulled taut. the guys slowed, uneasy.

"you with her?" one of them muttered, trying to size him up. seongje's lip curled in amusement.

"nah," he said, rolling his shoulder. "but she ran into me. so now you've got a problem."

one of them laughed nervously, already starting to backpedal. but it was too late.

you didn't say a word. his posture changed, loose and wild, but sharp, like the crackle before a fire starts.

"stay behind me," he muttered without looking at you. you almost snapped at him.

i didn't ask for help.

but something in the way he said it—flat, final—made you stay put.

he didn't do it for gratitude. he did it because someone pissed him off. and right now, that someone was anyone who looked at you wrong.

they didn't get the chance to react further. not really, because seongje's already on them.

the first one barely managed to raise his arm before seongje slammed his fist into his jaw, the sound cracking through the alley like a gunshot. he didn't stop, he grabbed the guy by the collar, slamming his head against the wall once, twice, three times until he crumpled like dead weight.

the second guy tried to pull something, maybe a pocketknife, but he was too slow. seongje grabbed his wrist and bended it the wrong way with a sickening snap. the guy howled, dropping the knife, and seongje grinned wider.

the last one tried to run. he got maybe five steps before seongje tackled him from behind, dragging him down like a wolf ripping through prey. there was nothing clean about the way he beat him. just pure rage unleashed in fists, knees, elbows, and feet.

the alley was quiet again. the three guys were groaning, two on the ground and one stumbling away. none of them dared to look back.

seongje stood in the center of it, breathing a little heavier, the scrape on his knuckles raw and fresh. blood trickled slowly down his arm, but he didn't seem to care. not even a glance at it.

you stared. not because you were scared of the violence. you'd known what he was capable of. you'd just never seen it up close. not like this.

there was a kind of stillness around him now, but it wasn't peace. it was the kind of stillness right after lightning hits the ground. charged, dangerous, humming under the surface.

he turned toward you, running a hand through his hair. eyes sharper now, less unhinged than before, but still wild.

"you good?" you hesitated.

"you didn't have to do that." he shrugged.

"i didn't do it for you." you frowned, annoyed.

"then why-"

"they looked at you like they could touch you," he said, voice low and quiet. "i didn't like that."

it came out too calm. like he was just stating a fact. like it was that simple.

you stared at him. "that's not normal."

he tilted his head. "i'm not normal."

you stood there in the silence again, tension thick between you both. then he looked down at his hand, flexed his fingers once.

"you gonna keep staring, or you gonna say thank you?"

you exhaled sharply. "i didn't ask you to help."

his lip twitched. "you didn't have to."

you started walking past him, brushing your shoulder lightly against his arm. "don't follow me."

he didn't. but he watched you go. watched like a wolf who'd just caught the scent of something that didn't run fast enough.

and this time, it wasn't about teasing you for attention anymore. it was something else. something worse.

something's changed. it had been days. you hadn't seen him near the alley, near the store, nowhere. and honestly, you were glad. the fight had left a sour taste in your mouth. not fear exactly, but it reminded you of the line he walked. the kind of line that most people never went near.

so when you saw him again leaning against the vending machine right outside the store, your steps faltered.

he noticed, eyes tracking you immediately. not grinning, not talking. just watching.

you stiffened, but kept walking. no use turning back now. you passed him without a word.

"you're avoiding me," he said. you didn't stop. "smart," he added after a beat.

that did it. you turned slightly, arms crossed, tone flat. "what do you want now?"

he looked you over, slower this time. less playful. like he was measuring something invisible.

"you said don't follow you," he said. "so i didn't."

"and yet, here you are."

"i was here first."

you hated that he had a point.

he pulled out a soda from the vending machine and cracked it open, taking a lazy sip. "i scared you."

"no you didn't."

his head tilted. "but you looked at me different after that day." you didn't reply. "you don't like people like me," he went on. "you don't like what i do. the way i fight. the way i look at you."

your throat tightened. "you make it sound like i'm supposed to like it."

he smiled, small, almost secret. "you're not."

you sighed and turned away again, but this time, his voice became lower. less teasing.

"you're not scared of me," he said. "but you're careful now." you paused. "i get it," he added. "but you should know something."

"what?" you asked warily.

"i'd kill for you without thinking."

the words didn't sound romantic. they didn't even sound intense. they were just real.

heavy. simple. dangerous.

you looked at him. at the bruised knuckles, the lazy posture, the eyes that never stopped watching you. and for the first time, you didn't see an annoying prick. you saw the storm behind his grin.

you didn't say a word as you walked away. but you walked slower this time.

the sky was gray, and the wind carried that dry chill that always came with autumn.

you didn't mean to come this way. really, you didn't. but this street was quieter than the main road, and your head was already aching from a whole day of voices, noise, and pressure from everyone around you.

your friends had found out. not just about anyone, but him. a certain delinquent hanging around you. not just anyone either, but someone from the union.

they kept telling you the same thing. stop meeting him, cut him off, stay away before things got worse. that's all you've been hearing for days. from different mouths, but the same message, over and over. as if you hadn't thought about that already. like you hadn't been trying.

you were tired. bone-deep, soul tired.

and there he was.

same place. same vending machine. like he'd been waiting, but not really. like he knew you'd come eventually.

seongje glanced up, surprised, but only a little. his cigarette burned lazily between his fingers, his jacket loose, like he didn't care how cold it was getting.

you stopped a few steps away and didn't say anything.

he raised a brow. "lost?"

"no," you said, too flat, too fast.

he stared. then blew out smoke in a low exhale. "you look like shit."

you snorted faintly. "thanks."

he nodded toward the chair beside him. "sit if you want."

"i didn't come to hang out with you."

"didn't say you did."

still, you sat. not close, just near enough to feel the warmth of someone else existing beside you. near enough to not feel completely alone. you stayed like that for a while. nothing said.

then, without looking at him, you muttered, "why are you like this?"

his brow quirked. "like what?"

"crazy. violent. all of it."

a beat. then a shrug. "it's fun."

you sighed, frustrated but not surprised.

and then, so softly that he almost didn't hear it, you said, "you make everything worse. but today... i don't know. you don't feel loud." that caught him off guard.

he turned to look at you, cigarette paused halfway to his lips.

you didn't meet his eyes. you just sat there, face turned to the street. like this, quiet and tired and not trying to prove anything, you looked different.

more fragile. not weak, never that. but human.

seongje flicked his ash away. "stay, then," he said. "if it helps."

you didn't answer. but you didn't leave either. and for once, he didn't push you to speak. he just let you be. which, for someone like him, was a kind of affection.

the unspoken kind.

the kind that doesn't ask for anything back.

another day, and there he was again. it wasn't often that you saw him alone like this. really alone. no noise. no laughter. no fights.

just seongje, slouched low on the steps behind an old building, elbows on his knees, head tilted back like he was trying to drown in the grey sky. he didn't notice you at first, too wrapped in whatever chaos lived behind his eyes.

you should've kept walking. you meant to keep walking. but something stopped you. maybe it was the stillness. maybe it was the fact that for the first time since you met him, he didn't look like someone trying to stir shit up. he looked tired.

you approached slowly, footsteps soft. he heard you eventually, turning just slightly to glance your way. his usual grin didn't show up.

"you stalking me now?" he said, voice low, like he couldn't be bothered to make it sound playful.

"i was just walking by."

"uh-huh."

you didn't sit beside him. you stood a little off to the side, arms folded, eyes scanning his face. there was a bruise on his cheekbone, not fresh but healing, and a split on his lower lip.

"what happened this time?"

"some idiot." he muttered. "deserved worse than what he got."

you rolled your eyes. "that doesn't narrow it down."

he smirked faintly. but it didn't last. he looked back up at the sky. "ever feel like you're stuck in a room that's too small, and the only way to breathe is to break something?"

you blinked. that wasn't the answer you expected. you said nothing.

he let out a low breath. "yeah. never mind."

you hesitated, then stepped closer. not sitting, just standing near him.

"i don't get you." you said finally.

"good."

"but i care."

that made him look at you again. not with that lazy, cocky grin. not with the sharp glint he gave the people he was about to wreck.

just... eyes. dark, unreadable, confused.

"you care?" he repeated, almost mocking, but there was no real heat in it.

you nodded. "i don't want to, but i do."

the silence that followed was heavier than anything he could've said.

you rubbed at your sleeve, eyes darting away. "it's stupid."

he stared a second longer, then tilted his head. "i'm not gonna be good for you," he said flatly. no apology in it. just fact.

"i know."

"i'll hurt people."

"i know."

"i might hurt you."

your gaze snapped back to his. "then i'll leave."

a pause.

and for the first time, his expression shifted, something sharp flickering behind his eyes, like the idea of you leaving physically bothered him.

but you held his stare. "i don't deserve to be hurt by you."

he didn't answer. when you turned to go, he didn't stop you. he didn't grab your wrist. he didn't make a scene. he just watched you leave like someone who'd been left too many times before to call out now.

and that was how you knew it wasn't just some sort of game to him anymore.

it was supposed to be just another normal day. you were going to meet up with a friend from a different school. but somehow, word got around that you'd said something snappy to the wrong group of boys the other day, boys who thought they could intimidate you into taking it back. you didn't.

but now they were standing in front of you in the alley near the rear exit of the building. three of them, too close, too smug, and too stupid to understand that they were walking into something far worse than your sharp tongue.

because seongje had seen.

he wasn't supposed to be there. you didn't even know why he was around this part of the city. but the second his eyes locked on the scene, on you cornered, arms crossed tightly, jaw clenched, something dark lit behind his expression.

he didn't run. he didn't shout. he just walked, calm as anything, like he had all the time in the world. the sound of his steps echoing on the pavement made all three boys turn.

"oi," he said, voice low and slow.

the boys stiffened. one of them scoffed. "the hell are you?"

seongje grinned cockily. "me? i'm geum seongje. you fuckers."

his name dropped like a dead weight. the air shifted. one of them paled a little, while another took an unconscious step back.

"oh—shit—" one of them muttered under his breath, recognizing it too late.

then his eyes flickered to you. "you okay?"

you swallowed. "i've got it."

"wrong answer."

he passed the boys like they weren't even there, stepping between them and you, like drawing a line they couldn't cross anymore.

"you wanna explain why the hell you're trying to corner mine?"

the word slipped out like instinct. your breath caught.

the boys hesitated. one of them backed up. the dumbest one laughed nervously.

"you serious, man? you dating this chick or something?"

seongje didn't answer right away. instead, he pulled out his glasses, the metal catching the light for a second. then, without a word, he took your hand gently, almost unnervingly so, and placed them in your palm.

"i don't repeat myself."

and that was the only warning they got. it wasn't a fight. it was a statement.

a clear, brutal, one-sided reminder that you were off-limits. that if they so much as looked at you again, they'd wake up in pieces.

he didn't let it last long. he didn't need to.

when it was over, and the three of them were groaning on the pavement, he turned to you, no grin now, just quiet breathing. without a word, he took the glasses from your hand and slid them back on.

"you didn't need to do that," you said quietly.

"they shouldn't have looked at you like they could."

"that's not how this works."

he glanced at you, sharp. "it is now."

you looked away, jaw tight. "you act like i'm yours."

another beat of silence. the only sound was the wind through rusted fences. and then,

"you are," he said simply.

you stared at him, your heart thudded too loud.

"you can't just—claim people."

"i can."

"why?" he held your gaze, something unreadable flickering in his.

"you're the only thing i don't want broken."

he said it like it bothered him. like the truth of it irritated the hell out of him.

you didn't know what to say. so you didn't. you just walked beside him as he left the alley, silent. but this time, you stayed close.

and this time, he didn't grin. he just walked with you like he always meant to.

the day had been long. longer than you thought it would be. school, people, life. everything felt suffocating. your body ached, your mind was frayed, and every little thing seemed to pile on top of you until you could barely keep your head above water.

but then, through the haze of exhaustion, you saw him.

seongje, leaning against your school gate. unbothered and detached. his posture was casual, his eyes scanning the crowd of students coming out of school. but the moment your gaze locked onto him, your heart gave a small jolt of relief.

there. him. the one person who, for reasons you still couldn't fully understand, made you feel safe. your body seemed to move on its own, your feet carrying you toward him without a second thought.

and then before you could even process what you were doing, you were already running toward him, arms outstretched, chest tight from the strain of everything you'd been holding inside all day.

the moment you reached him, you didn't stop. you wrapped your arms around him, burying your face against his chest.

you hummed. the noise was quiet, like a soft sigh of contentment, and for the first time all day, your muscles finally relaxed.

his scent, the familiar warmth of him, it was like home. a feeling you hadn't known you were missing until it was there, pressing against you in a way you couldn't explain.

for a split second, everything felt peaceful. you could rest now. let everything melt away. with him, it felt like nothing else mattered.

seongje froze. his first instinct was to step back, to pull away, because this wasn't how things were supposed to be. but when you stayed against him, not saying anything, just holding him like he was the only thing keeping you grounded, something inside him twisted.

what the hell?

he couldn't breathe for a second. your arms around him, your face buried against him like you needed him. like he was something more than just some mad dog. he didn't know what to do with it.

you were so soft against him. so warm. his heartbeat, which had been steady, quickened as your arms tightened just slightly. and his body, despite the automatic urge to pull away, instinctively responded, his hands hovering at his sides, unsure of where to put them, but not wanting to make you pull away.

his reaction was slow. he was staring down at you, his usual detached expression gone, replaced with a mix of confusion and something closer to... discomfort. he didn't know how to handle it.

finally, after what felt like an eternity, he placed his hand awkwardly on your back, barely enough to return the gesture, but it was something. just a gentle pressure, like he was trying to let you know he wasn't going to push you away. but he wouldn't pull you in either. not fully.

his voice came out rough, not because he was angry, but because he didn't have the words to make sense of what was happening. "you... okay?" he asked, his voice low. it was like he was trying to understand you better. trying, in his strange way, to care.

and when you hummed again, your body still pressed against him like you needed nothing more, he couldn't deny the warmth that spread through him. subtle, but undeniable.

he didn't say anything else, but he did one thing he never thought he would. he let you stay there, his hand still on your back, just enough to show that maybe, just maybe, he didn't mind you being this close.

thoughts had been swirling around your head. people already knew who you were, and the kind of connection you had with geum seongje. you'd been hearing disapproving remarks from people you knew, left and right.

but that wasn't what was bothering you. it was when one of your friends asked, "when did you even start dating geum seongje?"

you didn't know how to answer that. you weren't dating. were you even together? you'd been so focused on how you felt about him, so content with the time you were spending together, that you'd forgotten to ask the most important question.

where do you stand in his life?

so you finally asked, quietly. on a cold night, after one of his disappearances. you looked at him and said, "what are we, seongje?"

he didn't look at you right away. he just lit a cigarette, sat back like you didn't just ask something that's clawing at your ribs.

then, after a long pause, he said, "you don't need a label for something i'd kill over."

still too vague. so you pressed. "so that's it? you can show up and disappear and wreck people and i'm just... what? someone you know?"

now he's irritated. not because you're wrong, but because his feelings itch under his skin worse than blood.

he dragged you close by the wrist, eyes burning, voice low and rough. "you're mine. you're not like the others. you don't walk away from me. and i'll kill anyone who touches you."

it became even clearer in actions. he doesn't flirt with others. he doesn't sleep around. he shows up when you're hurt, when you need help, or even just when the silence gets too heavy. his violence becomes more controlled around you. his chaos pauses for you.

and if you ever try to walk away, not out of fear, but heartbreak, he doesn't beg. but he follows.

he shows up in the dark and says, "you don't get to leave. you're the only thing i don't want to break."

so no, you don't get a title. but you get certainty. the kind that claws into you and never lets go.

you were at seongje's place, curled up in the corner of his bed, wearing one of his hoodies, watching something on your phone. occasionally, you laughed, your brow twitching, your mouth tugging in little ways. you probably didn't know he was watching.

he was sitting on the floor, leaning back against the wall. a cigarette rested between his fingers, forgotten halfway through.

it should've been just another moment. just another afternoon with you near. that's all it was. but it wasn't.

something cracked. it was quiet. internal. sudden.

he looked at you, really looked, and it hit him like a pipe to the chest. he'd always known you were different.

you didn't scream like the world did, you didn't beg to get closer to him, or flinch when he tore the world apart with his bare hands. you didn't reach to fix what couldn't be fixed.

you just were. and he couldn't fucking breathe.

he'd thought what he felt for you was already obsession. he thought the way he needed you around—the way his days didn't start right unless he saw your face—was already too much.

but this? right now? it was worse.

because you weren't even doing anything. you were just there, in his space like you belonged. and he couldn't stand it.

he didn't blink, didn't move. his heart was beating too fast, too heavy. like it was trying to get out of his chest, like it was trying to claw its way toward you.

you looked up at him, catching the stare.

"what?" you asked, your voice soft, lazy with comfort.

that was the final hit. his cigarette dropped to the floor. he stood and crossed the room in two strides.

you blinked and sat up, shifting to the edge of the bed. confused, then mildly concerned, because he wasn't saying anything. just looking at you like he was on the edge of something ugly.

"what is it?" you asked again.

he dropped to his knees in front of you, hands braced on the mattress like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

"you," he muttered, low, dangerous, barely holding back the quake in his chest. "you don't even fucking know, do you."

you blinked in confusion, "know what?"

"that i'm already gone."

he leaned in close, breath warm against your skin. his hands were clenched on the sheets beside your thighs.

"i didn't think it could get worse," he said, tone ragged. "but it did. just now. just looking at you."

"seongje-"

he didn't let you finish. his voice came out lower. hoarser.

"i'd burn down everything. rip open anyone. just to keep this. you. whatever the fuck this is—"

he pressed his forehead against your knee. his voice dropped, barely a whisper now, like it hurt him to say.

"—it's mine."

your fingers moved before your words did. you reached out, slow and certain, and slipped your hand into his hair, like you knew something inside him was coming apart at the seams, and you needed to keep it from unraveling further.

you didn't flinch. didn't pull away from the sharpness in his voice or the weight behind his words.

instead, you curled your fingers gently against his scalp and said, soft but steady, "you don't have to break things just to prove you want to keep me. i'm not going anywhere."

that did something to him. his breath hitched, quiet, jaw clenched. you didn't treat his madness like something to be pitied or feared. you didn't try to fix it. you didn't flinch from the wreckage. you just understood it was there and touched it anyway.

his arms wrapped around your waist almost without thinking, head still pressed to your knee like it was the only place he could breathe.

then you said it, quietly. not to tease, not to demand. just honest. like it had always been true.

"you are my home."

and that was the thing that shattered him. because he didn't have a home. not really, never did. he was a creature built from chaos and flame and blood. the idea that someone could look at him and find rest?

it wrecked him in a way no fist ever could. his grip tightened. not out of fear of you leaving. but because you just gave him something he didn't know he'd been starving for all his life. and now that he had it, he'd kill the whole world before he let it go.

he didn't know what to say yet. so when you gently pulled him toward the bed, he didn't resist. he didn't say something cocky or crass like he usually would. he just let you.

you lay down first, guiding him beside you. he collapsed next to you like a man thrown off balance. arms still around your waist, his head buried against the curve of your neck. as if he could crawl inside your skin just to get closer.

your fingers ran through his hair, slow, rhythmic, soothing. the storm inside him didn't vanish, but it quieted. simmered.

your voice cut through the quiet, soft and careful. "do you love me?"

he froze. he didn't pull away, but he did stop breathing for a second. his gaze locked on yours, heavy and unreadable. then he took a slow breath, jaw tightening.

love? what the hell was that supposed to feel like? that was too unfamiliar. too soft.

he didn't know. he'd never had it. not from anyone. not for anyone. all he'd ever known was survival, pleasure, and pain. wanting things so badly he broke them just to feel something. hurting because it was the only way to know he was alive.

but this? this thing in his chest, this raw, aching, burning thing that only grew worse the longer you touched him, it was something else.

so he didn't lie. he didn't pretend. he spoke against your skin, voice hoarse and quiet.

"i don't know what love is. but i know i can't fucking stand the thought of you not being here."

another breath. he pulled you closer.

"you're the only thing that makes me feel calm and insane at the same time. you—" he exhaled, shaky now, like it hurt to say, "—you make me feel too much. and i can't stop it."

his fingers dug into the back of your shirt. possessive. desperate.

"i don't know if it's love, but i know this—you're mine. you've been mine since the moment i saw you. doesn't matter if you run, or scream, or try to tear me out of your chest. you're still mine."

"you're the air that i breathe," he said, voice dropping to a whisper, like a confession no one else was meant to hear. "and i'd tear the world apart to keep you. no hesitation. no mercy."

"when i look at you, it hurts." he said. "but i want that hurt. over and over again. you're the only thing i'd bleed for without thinking twice."

he let the silence stretch, like he wanted the weight of his words to press against you. crush you, mark you, bind you to him in the only way he knew how.

it was not a confession, but a surrender.

your chest tightened. your eyes stung. and you hated that they did, because you weren't sad. you weren't broken.

you were just... full. full of him. of this.

a shaky breath escaped you as you cupped his face, your thumb brushing just beneath his eye, like you needed to touch something solid to believe any of this was real.

you smiled. small, trembling, but true.

"whatever it is you feel for me, let it consume you." your voice was steady, despite the trembling in your chest. "break for me. burn only for me. want no one else—because i don't want anyone but you."

he stared at you like you'd just taken the air out of his lungs.

"i don't care if it's wrong, or selfish, or if the world thinks i've lost my mind." your hand slid back into his hair gently. "you're mine, geum seongje. just as much as i'm yours."

his hands were already on your waist, but they tightened at those words, like something inside him finally snapped.

and he kissed you. it wasn't soft. it wasn't careful. it was desperate, like he needed to feel everything at once, like if he didn't press every inch of you into him, he might fall apart.

you kissed him back just as hard, just as aching, fingers curling in his hair like you could anchor the both of you with the weight of your want.

and in that moment, nothing else mattered.

not the danger in his eyes. not the chaos in his soul. not the way the world would look at you.

because you knew him. and you would choose him—still. every time.

for you, he would bleed himself dry a thousand times—willingly, completely, because he didn't know how not to.

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