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[speedywizardland]

Can you write about yeon sieun x reader about the reader missing school for a couple of days which concerns sieun who decides to eventually visit the reader to find out she was staying home to hide her injuries from being bullied and didn't want sieun to worry but now Sieun goes to hunt down those who bullied the reader?

Title: "You Should’ve Told Me"

Pairing: Yeon Si-eun x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Protective, Angst to Comfort, Light Action

You’d only planned to miss one day.

Just one day to let the bruises fade, the swelling go down, the trembling in your hands to stop. But one day became two. Then three. And by the fourth, the messages started.

> “You sick?”

“You okay?”

“You’re not answering.”

They were all from him. From Si-eun.

Yeon Si-eun, who you weren’t sure why you had gotten close to in the first place. The quiet genius. The calculating fighter. The boy who never lost. And yet, somehow, he had become someone you laughed with after class, shared lunch with on the rooftop, someone who always looked like he was silently analyzing the world but actually listened—really listened—when it came to you.

Which is why you couldn’t let him see you like this.

Your ribs ached every time you moved. Your left eye was still slightly purple, even under the layers of concealer you’d tried. You hadn’t even meant to get involved. Just one wrong bump in the hallway, and a group of upperclassmen had made an example out of you.

You weren’t weak. Not really. But they were stronger.

And now you were hiding.

You hadn’t replied to Si-eun in over 24 hours. You figured he’d let it go eventually.

You figured wrong.

When the doorbell rang, you ignored it.

Then it rang again.

And again.

You limped toward the door with dread building in your chest.

“Who is it?” you asked, voice hoarse.

There was a beat of silence.

Then a familiar voice.

“…It’s me.”

You froze.

Yeon Si-eun didn’t sound angry. Or worried. Just… calm. Too calm.

You cracked the door open, just enough to peer out. His sharp eyes met yours immediately. It was always a little unnerving, how he looked at you—like you were a puzzle he already knew the answer to, but he was waiting for you to say it out loud.

He didn’t speak. His eyes dropped, trailing along the shadows under your eyes, the stiffness in your shoulders, the way your arm clutched your side.

He knew.

“Don’t,” you said, voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t ask.”

“I wasn’t going to,” he said.

You blinked, surprised.

“I already know.”

The door opened wider before you could stop it. Si-eun stepped inside gently, as if he didn’t want to startle you. He took in the ice pack on the counter, the school bag tossed aside, the untouched textbooks.

“You didn’t want me to see,” he said. “You thought I’d worry.”

You looked down. “…Wouldn’t you?”

He stepped closer, just enough for you to feel the heat of his presence.

“I do worry,” he said simply.

You couldn’t look at him. You hated this. The pity. The shame. The embarrassment of being weak in front of him.

“I handled it,” you murmured. “I didn’t want to drag you into something unnecessary.”

That’s when his voice changed.

“Unnecessary?” he echoed, low and quiet. “You think you getting hurt is unnecessary to me?”

You swallowed hard. “…Si-eun—”

“Tell me who did it.”

“No.”

His eyes narrowed slightly. You could see the slight twitch in his jaw, the restraint in his fists.

“I’m not asking,” he said.

You stared at him. He wasn’t raising his voice. He wasn’t threatening you. But something about his tone made it clear—it wasn’t a request anymore.

“They’re stronger than me,” you said, almost bitterly. “It wouldn’t have mattered even if I tried to fight back.”

Si-eun was quiet for a moment.

Then he stepped closer.

He reached up and gently brushed your hair back, revealing the faint yellowing bruise near your temple.

His voice dropped, almost a whisper. “I’m stronger than them.”

Your breath caught.

“I don’t like hurting people,” he said. “I don’t fight for pride, or for ego. But for you?”

He looked you dead in the eye.

“I’ll make an exception.”

Later that evening, you sat on the edge of your bed, phone buzzing beside you.

> [6:41 PM] Si-eun: “Go to sleep early. You won’t have to worry about them anymore.”

[6:42 PM] Si-eun: “I took care of it.”

You didn’t ask what he did. You didn’t need to.

You knew what Yeon Si-eun was capable of. But you also knew he never fought unless it was necessary.

And you finally understood:

To him, you were necessary.

[speedywizardland]

⚠️ Content Warning: Toxic behaviors, possessiveness, manipulation, emotional instability.

Geum Seong-jae x Reader (Toxic Relationship Headcanons)

1. Possessive to the Core

Seong-jae doesn’t just like control—he needs it. You're not just his partner; you're his. Any perceived threat (friend, family, stranger) gets glared at or worse.

“Why were you smiling at him?” is a question that comes after even a casual interaction. He doesn’t trust anyone around you—and low-key doesn’t trust you either.

2. Emotional Whiplash

He oscillates between extreme affection and cold distance. One day, he's holding you like you’re the only thing anchoring him; the next, he ignores your texts for hours, only to say, “You were being annoying.”

It keeps you confused, always chasing the high of when he was soft with you.

3. Apologies Come with Strings

When he messes up (and he knows he does), his apologies sound sweet but come laced with guilt-trips: “I wouldn’t get so angry if you didn’t make me worry so much.”

He’ll buy you things—expensive ones—but it’s not about making you feel better. It’s about keeping you.

4. Jealousy Masquerading as Protection

He checks your phone “just to be sure.” He wants your location, always. He calls it worry, but he just can’t stand not knowing where you are.

“I’m the only one who actually gives a damn about you,” he tells you during arguments, as if love justifies obsession.

5. Pushes You, Then Pulls You Back

He’ll push you away in moments of vulnerability, saying cruel things, telling you to leave—but the second you try, he panics and love-bombs you.

The cycle is endless. Breakups turn into dramatic, messy reconciliations.

6. Uses His Reputation

People know not to mess with you—because you’re “Seong-jae’s.” It’s not comforting; it’s isolating. He loves that no one dares talk to you unless he approves.

Even when he’s not around, his name controls the room.

7. Low-Key Resents How Much He Loves You

In rare moments of honesty, he admits it: “You’re the only weakness I have. I hate that you can hurt me.” It sounds romantic, but it’s really a threat cloaked in vulnerability.

He’ll lash out when he feels too dependent on you—because he’d rather be feared than feel small.

8. He Never Lets You Forget

Fights don’t truly end; he’ll bring up past mistakes months later. “Remember that time you made me look stupid in front of my crew?”

Forgiveness is a performance—never true release.

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── ﹙✧﹚king Heeseung - queen reader, established relationship (husband and wife), fingering, mirror sex, p in v, hard sex, no-com, praise, dom/mean! Heeseung, edging, squirt, cum, mdni.

Here’s the winning pick from the poll! But don’t worry — I’m still planning to write the other option too. I just wanted you to choose what you'd like to read first, and this is what came out on top! Hope you enjoy it ~

The dim light of the royal bedroom caressed the edges of the mirror in front of you, reflecting an obscene and exquisite image of what you were: a vision of power, lust, and devotion. Your legs were brazenly spread across your husband's firm thighs, your back completely straight, your hands resting on your knees, while his firm grip keeping you centered in his lap. The diamond crown glittered atop your head, untouched, perfect... still.

Heeseung exhaled softly against your neck, barely touching you with his lips as his left arm hugged you to his torso, with that absolute sense of belonging he always conveyed with his body. His other hand calmly descended between your legs, his long, expert fingers finding your already moist center with an ease that made him smile proudly.

"Look at you, my queen..." he whispered, his voice deep, right against the shell of your ear. "So beautiful, so open for me... Do you know how perfect you look with that crown while I hold you like this?"

His fingers began to move slowly, stroking your clit with a tortuous, almost reverent rhythm, worshipping you with each stroke. You shuddered instantly, gasping softly as your hips reacted instinctively, seeking more friction, more intensity. But he was in no hurry. He was the king, you his queen, and the moment belonged to them. He held you steady when you began to writhe on his lap, not letting you move too much.

"Shh... not so fast, he whispered, his teeth barely grazing your earlobe. "You're going to keep the crown in place, okay? I don't want to punish you, but if it falls... you won't come until I say so".

And then, without warning, he slid two fingers inside you. Your moans escaped immediately, raw and shaky, and he met them with a wicked smile reflected in the mirror.

"That's it," he murmured, satisfaction etched in his voice. "You're perfect when I have you like this, so wet that your beautiful pussy swallows my fingers effortlessly. God, I love you, my darling".

His fingers began to move inside you, fucking you with a dirty, steady rhythm, while his palm continued to rub your clit with precision. Each thrust made you shudder, your feet planted firmly on his thighs and the muscles in your legs tensing with each wave of pleasure. The mirror captured everything: your breasts moving with the rhythm of his hand, your flushed cheeks, the look of pure desire in your eyes. And the crown... still glistening in place.

Heeseung licked your neck, in a hot, slow motion, while his fingers curled inside you to reach that precise spot that made you gasp louder.

"So obedient, so good to me. There's no doubt you belong to your king." he groaned with pleasure, pressing deeper.

His breathing grew heavier behind you, and you could feel his hardened cock throbbing beneath you, pressing against your ass, begging for attention. But he wasn't rushing it, as he wanted to see you crumble around his fingers first, wanted to see you tremble without losing the crown. He wanted to see his queen breaking for him, all elegance turning into need.

Your hips buck uncontrollably on his lap, wedged against his bare thighs with a need that borders on desperation, while his right hand continues his divine punishment between your spread legs, relentless. Each thrust of his fingers into your soaked pussy elicits an obscene, wet, filthy sound that mingles with your pleading moans and the sighs exhaled in hot waves against the glass. His voice, deep, satisfied, in love to the core, slides into your ear like a scorching caress.

"You're dripping all over my fingers, just like a good wife should..." he murmurs with delight, kissing your neck with a dark tenderness that contrasts with the intensity with which he fucks you with his hand.

You gasp, your thighs trembling, your hands seeking support on the sides of the chair, while your back arches against his chest. The sight of yourself in the mirror—naked, overwhelmed, your sweaty hair falling over your shoulders, and the crown still glistening on your head—draws a sob from you, heavy with shame and desire. Heeseung feels it, every shudder, every internal contraction of your pussy around his long, skillful fingers.

"My love, you're going to cum, aren't you?" he ask in a husky sigh against your neck, with a crooked, dangerous smile, while his eyes never leave your reflection. "I feel you squeezing. So pampered, so obedient. But I haven't given you permission yet, my queen.

You moan a "please" that breaks in your throat as his fingers curl inside you, hitting that delicious spot with brutal precision, while his thumb rubs your clit with smaller, faster, more calculated strokes. Pleasure hits you like a hot wave from your belly to your chest.

"Honey, please… don't stop… I'm going to cum… please~". you cling to his forearm, your back arching violently.

Your words sound like moans choked with trembling, your legs struggle to stay steady on his thighs, and your eyes are fixed on the reflection, on your image twisted with pleasure; him, behind you, his gaze fixed on you, proud, dominant, with a dark devotion that has you completely at his mercy.

And then it happens. A stronger spasm shakes your body. You writhe so roughly on him, seeking more, demanding more, surrendering yourself completely, so much so that the crown on your head wobbles… and falls. The soft "clang" against the marble floor is like a gunshot in the room. Your eyes fly open. Your lips tremble, ready to scream with pleasure. But Heeseung's voice interrupts the climax like an unwavering sentence.

"Oh no, my queen has failed..."

His voice changes. It's no longer sweet or honeyed, but a soft edge that cuts deeper with its self-control. He stops the movement of his fingers inside you, his hand remaining completely still. You're still full, but the pleasure and the action have frozen, as if the world has stopped.

"I said if the crown fell, you wouldn't be allowed to cum," he murmurs against your ear, his tone harsher, though his lips caress your skin with the same love.

Your breathing is uncontrolled, your body still trembling, on the verge of release, but the denial shakes you even more.

"Heeseung, please..." you whimper, broken, trembling in his lap, your body wet and red-hot.

He chuckles softly, enjoying every second of your desperation, as he slowly withdraws his fingers from inside you with an obscene smacking sound. Then he raises them to your mouth, giving you no respite, no compassion.

"Clean them. It's the only thing you've earned for now," he commands softly, as if he's asking you to kiss his royal ring. But you obey, because you know you must, or else make things worse.

His fingers, still damp with your essence, rest on your swollen lips, and you clean them carefully, like a good girl, licking each one, savoring your own desire as you watch him, your gaze fixed straight ahead. Heeseung keeps his gaze fixed on you, as if feeding on your devotion is part of the ritual. When you finish, his fingers leave your mouth and descend calmly, but firmly, to his crotch.

You take a breath, and without warning, you feel the weight and warmth of his cock wedge itself between your thighs, thick, firm, damp with precum at the tip. He holds it with one hand and begins to gently pound your pussy with it; with that delicious arrogance that makes you shudder. He bumps his glans against your nether lips, letting it get even wetter, lubricated with your juices. Each stroke makes your body twitch slightly, your hips involuntarily arch, seeking more.

"Ask for it, sweetheart. Beg me to fuck you, beg your king to fill you with his cock just the way you love it," he murmurs in that deep, patient, damnably dominant voice.

But you can't; you're disoriented. The denied orgasm continues to throb beneath your skin, dragging like stagnant electricity that can't find a release. You only manage to let out a ragged gasp and a stifled sigh. You feel your thighs tremble, your empty insides clench for something that hasn't yet arrived. Your mind is clouded with need, but your lips remain sealed.

Then Heeseung raises his free hand, gently takes your jaw, and forces you to raise your face, to meet his gaze in the mirror. That reflection traps you, his dominant silhouette behind you. He's there, imposing, master of your body and every emotion that shakes it.

"Look at me. And say it. Say it like the good girl you are. Beg for my cock," he repeats once more.

You swallow, feeling his tone, low and precise, creep down your spine like a hypnotic command. Your lips tremble, your eyes fill with pleading before your voice does. Then you surrender.

"Please, my king..." you moan softly, your voice cracking, hoarse from so much need. "Please, fuck me. I want you to fill me. I want your cock inside me... please".

And you move your hips, rubbing against him in search of friction, as if your body were making the decision for you. To which Heeseung smiles, a sly curve to his lips as he sees you've finally given in. He doesn't need to say anything, he just adjusts. He takes his cock firmly, guides the tip right to the entrance of your throbbing pussy, and without rushing, he pushes in. The pressure feels overwhelming, hot, thick. Your walls slowly open to let him in, receiving him with wet spasms of welcome. And you... you let out a long, strangled moan, trembling all over.

"God, yes~ You're so... so deep." you whisper, shuddering, as you feel every inch of his length sink in in you.

Heeseung grunts, holding you by the waist as he buries himself completely, feeling your walls clench eagerly around him. He fills you as he promised, as you begged him to. And as he sinks to the hilt, he remains still for a second, letting you feel the weight, the heat, the throbbing thickness of his cock pulsing inside you.

Your forehead falls toward the mirror, fogging it with your hot breath, while your eyes barely stay open. The feeling of fullness leaves you intoxicated, trembling, desperately alive.

Then Heeseung began to move, slow and deep at first. Each thrust was a brutal caress, a complete entry that grazed every sensitive inch of your insides. You could feel his cock sliding easily inside you, lubricated by your own juices, by that wetness that kept oozing from your pussy with every movement. The sound was as obscene as it was beautiful: a wet, steady smacking that filled the room along with your broken moans.

“Look at us,” he growled next to your ear, his low voice burning your skin. “Look at how I have you. How you seek it out all by yourself every time I pull out… how you beg me without saying anything.”

Your eyes locked on the mirror, and there they were: your body bent forward, your breasts bouncing every time he thrust, your pussy open and dripping around his thick cock. It was overwhelming. His height enveloped you, his chest brushed against your sweaty back, and his arms wrapped around your spread thighs.

Each thrust increased in intensity. He began to fuck you faster, deeper. The smack of his pelvis against your ass resonated loudly, with that wet, forceful impact that made you moan desperately. Your legs trembled, your nails gripped the edge of the mirror. Your eyes filled with tears of suppressed pleasure.

And when you began to feel that familiar pressure in your belly, that boiling heat, the unbearable need to let it all out… he felt it too, and he stopped.

A moan of frustration, almost a cry, escaped your mouth. But Heeseung simply smiled behind you, his cock still throbbing inside you, swollen, firm, soaked. He leaned forward, licking the sweat from your neck, while holding you steady, preventing you from even moving.

"Not yet, you're not going to cum until I say so. Do you understand me, baby?" he whispered with brutal tenderness and authority. You only managed to nod, your throat dry, your legs weakening.

And without giving you a break, he moved again. Faster this time. Crueler. Dirtier. Each thrust was a direct push to the edge of the abyss. You could feel his cock grazing that spot inside you, that exact place that made you convulse, and he did it with precision. And when he felt your body tense, that orgasm creeping up your spine again… He would stop again.

Your walls clenched, your hips trembled, and your pussy dripped like a flower opened to the sun, hungry, betrayed by desire.

“You’re so wet… I love when you're like, so restless, desperate for me. Dripping like you can’t live without this.” He panted, pulling out his cock, watching your juices coat it in a thick trickle that hung from his glans. Eventually, without warning, his cock returned to your pussy, resuming the brutal rhythm, fucking you as if his life depended on this moment.

And then… he came inside you. The heat of his cum filling you was the shock you were missing. You felt him invade you, mixing his fluids with yours in an indecent dance.

"Ah, fuck..." he groaned, sinking himself to the hilt while still emptying himself. "Your pussy is swallowing every last damn rope..."

But he didn't stop there; he kept fucking you. With his cum still fresh inside you, he started again, pounding into you mercilessly, dirtier, louder. The sound was now thicker, slicker, hotter. And you... you could barely hold on, the white liquid spurting out as he sweetly destroyed you from the inside. He was breaking you, and all you could do was moan. Even beg.

You were on the edge again. And you knew it, but you also knew he wasn't going to let you cum until he decided to.

"Give me everything when I say so. Not before, my little queen". he said in a low, panting voice, as his cock hit your G-spot again like a gentle hammer.

By this point, your moans were erratic, wet, as if your throat no longer knew how to articulate anything but wordless pleas. Your legs were shaking, your thighs were reddened from the impact, and your fingers marked the mirror's surface like desperate claws, leaving trails of steam and desire as he continued to fuck you with brutal abandon.

"Shit~" Heeseung panted against your neck, feeling your walls squeeze him once more, as if you were silently pleading for him. "You're close again, aren't you?"

You could only nod. It was unbearable. The heat in your belly was unbearable. He knew it, and luckily, this time He didn't deny you anything.

Without taking his cock out, without stopping moving with that savage precision that seemed timed to your desperation, he slid a hand between your legs. His fingers immediately found your clitoris, swollen, throbbing, begging for attention. He rubbed it mercilessly in fast, firm, wet circles, without letting you escape.

"Now, my darling. Come on my cock now, do it for me, I want to see it all," he whispered, his voice cracking with excitement.

It was an order. And your body, limp, obeyed. Orgasm ripped through you like a lightning bolt: a gasp, an arched back, legs shaking with spasms and tension. But this time it was different. It wasn't just a climax, it was an explosion. A warm spurt erupted from you, uncontrolled, without pause, wetting your thighs, your legs, the floor, and the mirror in front of you. You got everything soaking.

The fogged-up glass was now covered in slowly sliding drops, and Heeseung, seeing you explode like that, let out a husky, deeply satisfied, almost animal-like growl.

"Holy shit~ You just soaked everything... You're a work of art, squirting for me," he panted, his gaze fixed on the reflection, while his hand continued to rub every spasm of your clit.

He held you steady as your body shook uncontrollably, while your pussy continued to contract around his cock, buried deep inside him. The sound was outrageous: viscous, liquid, wild. And he didn't stop moving. Each new thrust stirred the mess inside you, mixing semen, squirt, and desire in an obscene symphony.

"I knew you had this in store," he declared between gasps, kissing the back of your neck with dirty tenderness. "I knew you could break like this for me."

And then he groaned again, deeper, deeper, and with one last thrust that made you see stars, he came inside you again. Hot, slow, and deep. His cum filled you again as you trembled on top of him, completely surrendered, your legs wet, your skin sweaty, and the mirror still dripping.

He stayed there, inside you. Breathing against your back, holding you as if you were sacred —and you were—. There, between the wet reflection, the moans still floating in the air, and the indecent echo of what you both had just shared.

© heesngirl ★

[speedywizardland]

Title: "The Quiet Things That Matter"

Kang Woo-young x reader

It wasn’t supposed to be a date. That’s what Kang Woo Young told himself all morning.

He didn’t ask you out. Not like that.

He just mentioned a bookstore café he liked, and you just happened to say, “That sounds nice.” And he just happened to reply, “Want to go this weekend?”

But now, standing outside the little café tucked between a laundromat and a rundown flower shop, his heart thudded like he was about to step into a ring instead of an afternoon coffee shop.

You arrived a few minutes later, slightly out of breath from jogging over. "Sorry if I’m late," you said with a sheepish smile. “I got caught up with something.”

Woo Young shook his head, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets. “You’re not late.” He paused. “You look nice.”

You blinked, surprised at the compliment, then grinned. “You too. That jacket suits you.”

He turned his head away slightly, hoping you didn’t notice the way his ears flushed pink.

Inside the café, the warm scent of roasted beans and old paper filled the air. It was quiet, cozy, the walls lined with books and soft lighting. You both ordered—he got an Americano, you chose something a bit sweeter—and found a table near the back, by the window.

Conversation came slowly at first. Woo Young wasn’t exactly known for being chatty. But with you, the silence never felt awkward. You talked about your favorite books, your terrible attempts at cooking, the weird things you saw during school lunch, and eventually he opened up too.

“Do you come here often?” you asked, taking a sip.

“Sometimes. When I need to breathe,” he said. “Not many people know about this place.”

“So... you brought me somewhere special.”

He glanced at you, something flickering in his eyes—nervousness? Hope? “I guess I did.”

You smiled. “I’m glad.”

There was a lull then, and he looked out the window, lips pressed into a line. “I’m not really good at this.”

“At what?” you asked gently.

“This,” he gestured vaguely between you two. “Dates. Or whatever this is.”

You laughed softly. “Well, I’m not really expecting fireworks, Woo Young.”

“Good,” he muttered. Then, after a beat, “Still... I wanted to try.”

That made your chest ache a little. He wasn’t the kind of guy to throw around words. So trying, to him, meant something.

You nudged his foot under the table. “Hey. You’re doing just fine.”

His gaze met yours then—steady, quiet, vulnerable.

For a second, nothing else existed but the way he looked at you.

When the date ended and you both walked out into the golden haze of late afternoon, he walked a little slower than usual, hands still in his pockets.

At the corner where you’d part ways, he hesitated.

“Let’s do this again,” he said.

You smiled. “Yeah?”

He nodded. Then added, in a softer voice, “But next time, I’ll plan it better.”

You touched his arm lightly before turning away. “Next time, just bring yourself.”

He stood there long after you left, looking at the spot where you’d smiled at him.

For the first time in a long while, Kang Woo Young felt like maybe—just maybe—he wasn’t so alone.

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Hey can you do whc boys scenario where they're on a date with reader and see someone hitting/flirting with them

Thankyou💗

Absolutely! ;)

🥊 Ahn Su-ho

Su-ho is super laid-back on your date — probably munching on something, cracking jokes, slinging his arm around your shoulder casually.

The moment someone starts flirting with you (complimenting your looks or asking if you're "really with that guy"), Su-ho freezes mid-bite.

He slowly turns his head like, "What did you just say?"

Then he smiles. Not a nice smile — a scary, I-will-break-your-nose-if-you-take-one-more-step smile.

"You got five seconds to walk away, or I’ll make sure you can’t walk at all."

The guy backs off immediately.

Su-ho goes back to eating like nothing happened but leans over and whispers,

"Let people look. But if they touch, they’ll lose a hand."

🖊 Yeon Si-eun

Si-eun takes you to a quiet museum or café where you can talk in peace.

He’s not overly affectionate, but his eyes never leave you. He's always paying attention — even when you think he's not.

The second someone tries to flirt with you, even in a subtle way like asking for your number or complimenting your "vibe," Si-eun steps in without raising his voice.

"They’re not available. Move."

Cold. Calculated. Devastating.

The person leaves immediately, sensing the unspoken threat.

Later, Si-eun mutters,

"They really thought they had a chance? Tch… pathetic."

Then, he casually offers you his hand, and the two of you continue the date like nothing happened.

🍜Park Humin (Baku)

Humin is the human golden retriever boyfriend — all smiles, loud laughs, and showing you off like he just won the lottery.

You’re shopping or at a street food stall when someone boldly flirts with you.

Humin doesn’t get angry at first — just confused.

"Huh? Are you talking to my baby right now?"

But then the guy keeps going, and Humin’s smile fades.

His voice drops an octave:

"I'm gonna say this nicely once. Back. Off."

He physically steps in between you, his big frame suddenly super intimidating.

Once the flirter leaves, he softens immediately and rubs the back of his neck,

"I didn’t overdo it, right? I just— I don’t like when people don’t respect you."

You reassure him, and he pulls you into a warm bear hug.

"You're mine, yeah? Only mine."

🥋 Go Hyun-tak (Gotak)

You’re out at a local festival or a night market, just having fun — Hyun-tak’s always got that "cool older brother" vibe.

He lets you walk a little ahead to get a better look at something, and suddenly, someone slides in and starts trying to chat you up.

Hyun-tak notices immediately.

He walks up, grabs your wrist gently, and says:

"Sorry, my date doesn’t talk to trash."

He gives the guy a half-smile that’s 100% disrespectful.

He pulls you close and continues walking, shaking his head.

"You’ve got no idea how many creeps are out here. I’m not letting go again."

He stays holding your waist for the rest of the night.

🎮 Geum Seong-jae

The gamer boy takes you to an arcade or PC bang. You’re beating each other at games and sharing snacks.

While he’s off getting tokens or drinks, someone comes up and starts casually chatting you up.

He comes back, sees it, and his whole demeanor shifts.

Doesn’t say a word at first. Just stands next to you with a stare like he’s already imagining their funeral.

Then he throws an arm around you and says very loudly:

"Wow, babe, I leave for two minutes, and you're already a magnet for losers?"

The guy awkwardly walks away.

Seong-jae grumbles:

"People got no shame these days... tsk."

His ears are red from low-key jealousy. He plays it off, but he sulks until you kiss his cheek.

💸 Oh Beom-seok

Beom-seok invites you to a peaceful place — a quiet walk, maybe the park, away from chaos.

He’s soft-spoken but more open with you now. He really cherishes moments with you.

When someone starts hitting on you, it hits him like a punch to the gut.

At first, he just freezes, then says with a cracked voice:

"Please… stop. They’re with me."

If the person pushes further, his tone hardens.

"I said stop."

There's pain and fire behind his eyes. He doesn’t like confrontation, but he will protect what’s his.

After it’s over, he stays silent for a bit, then:

"I know I’m not as strong as the others… but I’ll always protect you. Even if it scares me."

He holds your hand tighter, almost like he's trying to promise he’ll never let go.

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REQUEST!!!!

Okay, so I have been craving some fluff so how about how the whc boys would celebrate valentines with you! (I know it's summer but still why not)

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Hope you like it :)

💙 Ahn Su-ho

Su-ho acts nonchalant about Valentine's Day, but secretly stresses over getting it “just right.”

He hand-wraps a box of your favorite chocolates — even if he’s terrible at gift wrapping. The tape is all over the place.

He meets you at a quiet spot and casually gives you the box with a shrug: “Don’t make it a big deal.” But he stares at your reaction like his life depends on it.

When you give him a simple DIY card with a cute message, he hides his smile but keeps rereading it when he thinks you're not looking.

He walks you home and lowkey grabs your hand like it’s no big deal — but it is.

🖊 Yeon Si-eun

Si-eun does extensive research on Valentine’s traditions and decides to take the logical approach: meaningful > flashy.

He gives you a personalized playlist, a well-thought-out letter, and a digital coupon for “one library study date, snacks included.”

His gift is neatly wrapped, symmetrical, and tied with a perfect ribbon. He might blush while handing it to you, though.

When you give him chocolate, he takes it like he’s conducting a lab analysis — “Did you make this yourself? How many grams of sugar?”

But later, he texts: “I enjoyed today. Spending time with you felt… peaceful.” That’s Si-eun-speak for I really like you.

🖤 Kang Woo-young

Woo-young pretends he doesn’t care about Valentine’s Day — but it clearly annoys him that no one gave him chocolate… except you.

You give him chocolate with a wink, and he goes completely still, not knowing how to react.

Later, he corners you like, “What was that? You into me or something?” — you tease him, and he gets flustered.

Lowkey, he went to three stores to find a gift you’d like, and finally gives you a cute Keychain, and says: “Saw it. Thought you’d look good in it. Whatever.”

He pretends it was nothing — but you spot him grinning like a fool when you wear it.

🧡 Geum Seong-jae x Reader

Seong-jae is the over-the-top romantic. He shows up with a big teddy bear.

He says: “It’s Valentine’s! Go big or go home!”

( It's giving Enhypen vibes :) )

You laugh so hard you almost cry — but you love his energy and sincerity.

He sings a cheesy Valentine’s song he made up on the spot. It's cringy. It's beautiful. It's so him.

You give him cookies you baked yourself. He says he’ll eat one a day to make them last (they’re all gone by that night).

His Instagram story? “Valentine’s with the best person ever 💘 #Lucky”

💚 Park Humin (Baku)

Humin is quiet and reserved, but takes Valentine’s Day surprisingly seriously.

He spends the whole week practicing how to ask you to hang out without stuttering.

Gives you a small potted plant with a note that says: “I hope this lasts long — like us.”

He doesn’t say much, but his smile is so warm it makes your heart melt.

When you give him heart-shaped cookies, he carefully saves one “for memory,” and gently pats your head, whispering: “Thanks for making today special.”

💜 Go Hyun-tak (Gotak)

Hyun-tak is awkward and gruff, but deep down has a gentle heart.

He shows up on Valentine’s Day holding a plain white box and says: “It’s nothing fancy. But I thought of you.”

Inside is a keychain with your initials and a tiny handmade charm — he won’t admit he crafted it himself.

You give him hot chocolate in a custom thermos and say, “So you stay warm when you’re watching over everyone.”

He stares at it, stunned, then nods slowly and says: “You’re… really something.”

That night, he stays up late texting you with surprisingly soft “goodnight” messages.

Would you like a group scenario where all of them interact with you on Valentine’s (like a friend group party or secret admirer plot)? Or individual full-length Valentine’s one-shots for any of them?

[speedywizardland]

Any Ideas for a new story? Everything that comes to your mind :)

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💋How the Whc boys react when you kiss them 💋

🍜 Ahn Su-ho

You press a quick kiss to his cheek after he lends you his jacket, casually calling you out for not dressing warm enough.

He pauses, lips parting slightly. "...Did you just kiss me?"

His voice is playful, but his eyes—soft, warm—say he felt every second of it.

A grin spreads across his face. "You're lucky I like you. Or else I'd be asking for interest."

Then he ruffles your hair, but he’s definitely quieter afterward, stealing glances and biting back a smile every time you look at him.

🖊 Yeon Si-eun

You lean over during a study session and kiss his temple. He blinks. Once. Twice.

"Was that necessary?" he asks, monotone—but his hand stiffens around his pen.

You smirk. "Yes."

He adjusts his glasses, clearly trying to mask the light pink dusting his ears. "I’ll need time to recalibrate my focus."

But you notice—he doesn’t move away. In fact, he shifts just a little closer. Quietly content.

😜 Park Humin (Baku)

You kiss him on the cheek after he brags about winning a fight. He blinks, stunned.

"What the hell?!" he says, touching his cheek like it just got struck by lightning.

You giggle, and he points at you. "You—! Don’t just do that! You gotta warn a guy!"

But after a beat, he lowers his hand, smirking, his cheeks red. "Not saying I didn’t like it, though..."

Cue him flexing even more than usual that day, trying to earn another one.

🥋 Go Hyun-tak (Gotak)

You softly kiss his knuckles after he bandages your hand with care. His eyes widen briefly.

"...You don’t have to do that," he murmurs, barely above a whisper.

But he doesn't pull his hand away. In fact, he lets you hold it a little longer.

When he finally meets your gaze, his voice is low but sincere. "That meant a lot."

He won’t say much, but after that, he’ll watch over you even more protectively—wordlessly loyal.

🤜 Geum Seong-jae

You surprise him with a kiss on the cheek after he makes you laugh till you cry. He freezes mid-laugh, eyes wide.

"W-Wait, did that just happen?!" he asked, surprised.

He covers his face with his hands dramatically. "My heart!! I need CPR!"

Then he peeks through his fingers, grinning like an idiot. "Do it again? For...science?"

He’s blushing the entire day, but he’s also telling everyone, "I'm that charming."

[speedywizardland]

Title: “Stay With Me – Part 2”

Su-ho x Reader | Slow burn → spice | Emotional hurt/comfort

The kiss still lingered on your lips — soft, slow, and yet electric. It hadn’t been desperate, not like the way Su-ho usually fought his way through the world. No, this was different.

This was him letting go.

His hand was resting lightly on your waist, fingers tentative, as if unsure he was allowed to want more. But his eyes — God, his eyes — were locked on yours, unreadable except for the flicker of something he rarely let anyone see:

Desire.

And maybe something even more dangerous. Trust.

You shifted just slightly, climbing into his lap with care. “Is this okay?” you whispered.

Su-ho swallowed hard, then nodded. “Yeah… but only if you want it too.”

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

That was all he needed.

His hands moved to your hips, steady despite the bruises lining his knuckles. You leaned in again, and this time the kiss wasn’t gentle — it was hungry, unspoken emotion pouring out through every touch. He kissed like he fought: with everything he had. But unlike the fights, this wasn’t about survival.

This was about feeling.

You tugged his ruined jacket off slowly, careful around his shoulder. He winced but didn’t stop you — instead, he watched you like you were something sacred, his breath hitching when your hands brushed his bare chest.

His muscles were tense under your touch, not from pain, but from restraint.

“Relax,” you whispered, pressing your lips to the base of his throat. “You don’t have to hold back with me.”

His grip on your waist tightened just slightly, jaw clenching as he fought the instinct to pull you closer too fast, too hard. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured.

“You won’t.”

And you meant it.

Because this wasn’t just about lust. This was comfort. Connection. You slid your hands up his chest, fingertips grazing over bruises and scars, reminding him — without words — that he wasn’t alone anymore.

You kissed him again, deeper this time. His hands explored slowly, reverently, pulling you closer until your bodies molded together, breath mingling, heat growing between you like a slow flame.

His lips trailed down your neck, slow and deliberate, and when he whispered your name there — low and raw — you felt it everywhere.

He wasn’t asking for more.

He was surrendering to it.

Clothes fell away piece by piece, the storm outside forgotten, replaced by the sound of your joined breaths, soft gasps, whispered reassurances. There was nothing rushed about it. Every touch was a conversation — every kiss a vow.

He took his time. So did you. And when you finally gave yourselves fully to each other, it wasn’t fireworks.

It was warmth.

The kind that stays long after the fire goes out.

Later, tangled up in your sheets, Su-ho lay with his head resting on your chest, his fingers laced with yours.

“You make it feel okay to stop fighting,” he said quietly.

You kissed his temple. “That’s because you don’t have to fight alone anymore.”

And this time, when he smiled — it reached all the way to his eyes.

[speedywizardland]

💓How the Whc boys react when you on your period 💓

1. Ahn Su-ho – Protective & Calm

Su-ho would notice immediately if something was off. The second you showed discomfort or tried to hide the situation, he’d lower his voice and quietly ask, “Are you okay?”

When you admit it’s your period, he wouldn’t blink.

> “Do you need anything? Pads? Hot pack? I’ll get it. Sit down.”

He’d go buy whatever you needed without making a big deal about it. But he would threaten anyone who even looked like they might joke about it. Lowkey hero.

2. Yeon Si-eun – Awkward but Very Efficient

Si-eun would freeze for 0.5 seconds after finding out.

> “You’re… ah. Right. Okay. I read about this.” Then he’d whip out a detailed plan: get painkillers, water, chocolate, and make sure you had somewhere warm to sit.

“Ibuprofen takes about 30 minutes to start working. You should drink something warm. I’ll check the store nearby.”

Wouldn’t show much emotion, but would silently Google “best snacks for cramps” and memorize everything. Probably wouldn’t let you know how worried he actually is.

3. Park Humin – Playful & Gentle

Humin would try to make you feel less embarrassed by acting like it’s not a big deal.

> “Ohhh, it’s that time? Happens. You good?”

He’d gently tease you, but only to cheer you up. Then he’d walk with you to the store and try to pick the “right” pads.

“Why are there like 17 types of these? Do we want wings or— wait is this overnight? Are you sleeping now?”

Probably buys you a snack too and insists on carrying your bag. Acts cool, but genuinely thoughtful.

4. Go Hyun-tak – Softie Behind the Tough Guy Act

Gotak would pretend it’s not a big deal... but you’d catch him being extra gentle.

> “You should’ve said something. Sit down, I’ll get it.”

Tries to play it off like he’s annoyed, but is already halfway to the store.

“Don’t act like I don’t know this stuff. I have sisters.”

Would never let you carry anything heavy and would glare at anyone who joked about it. Low-key carries extra pads in his bag afterward “just in case.” Denies it fiercely.

5. Geum Seong-je – Dramatic but Caring

> “What?! Are you okay?! Are you dying? You’re pale. Do you need blood?”

Seong-je would be hilariously dramatic at first, like he just discovered a secret mission.

Once you calm him down, he becomes surprisingly useful.

Would bring you random snacks and tea and then sit next to you making jokes until you laugh. A little chaotic, but super sweet.

6. Kang Woo-young – Quietly Observant

Woo-young would probably notice before you say anything. He picks up on body language fast.

> “Is your stomach hurting?”

When you admit it’s your period, he’d nod like it’s totally normal. Doesn’t make a big deal, but suddenly appears with a hot drink or quietly offers to take your place if you’re standing.

“You shouldn’t push yourself. I’ll handle it.”

Won’t say much, but will walk beside you and make sure no one bothers you. The kind of guy who remembers your cycle without you telling him.

[speedywizardland]

Please could I request a sieun smut when he gets a bit needy.. 🙏🏼 🫶🏼

Luv ur writing by the way 😝🫡

Title: “When the Walls Fall”

Pairing: Yeon Si-eun x Reader

Genre: Romantic, emotional, intimate

You weren’t sure when you became the place where Yeon Si-eun let his guard down—but now, with his hands gripping the back of your shirt like you might disappear, it was clearer than ever: you were his sanctuary.

He kissed you like he was starved for it. His usual precision—gone. This wasn’t the cool-headed tactician everyone saw at school. This was Si-eun unfiltered—needy, vulnerable, raw.

“Stay,” he whispered against your lips, voice low and hoarse. “Just... don’t go anywhere.”

Your hands framed his face gently. “I’m right here.”

His breath hitched. “I know. I just—” He cut himself off with another kiss, more urgent this time. He pushed you back slowly, carefully, like he didn’t want to scare you but needed more.

His need wasn’t rough or controlling—it was almost delicate. Like he was afraid you'd vanish if he held you too tight, yet couldn’t bear a second of space between your bodies. His hands wandered your skin like he was memorizing every line, grounding himself in your warmth.

“Si-eun…” you murmured, brushing your lips against his cheek. “Are you okay?”

His answer came in a quiet, broken breath. “I’m tired. Of pretending. Of holding it in. But when I’m with you... I can breathe.”

The confession hung in the silence, heavy and intimate.

He kissed along your jaw, down to your shoulder, slow but shaking slightly—like his emotions were spilling out through touch. You felt his body pressing closer to yours, chest to chest, his fingers curling into yours.

“I want to feel you,” he whispered. “All of you. Just—stay with me tonight.”

You nodded, pulling him close, your touch reassuring. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And in that space—tangled in sheets and moonlight—you gave him what he needed. Not just your body, but your quiet, unwavering presence. He clung to you, kissed you with too much emotion to hold back, and whispered your name like it was the only thing anchoring him to the moment.

That night, Yeon Si-eun wasn’t the smartest guy in the room. He wasn’t the strategist or the fighter. He was just a boy who needed to be loved—and you loved him in the way only you could: fully, softly, completely.

:)

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Request!! Pls could you write some hc about being caught in 'awkward' positions with the whc boys? (kinda smutty 🫣🙏🏼)

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I tried my best:)

🖊 Yeon Si-eun (Gray)

Scene: You’re in the school library helping Si- eun clean a wound he got from another fight — you're kneeling between his legs with your hand on his thigh to steady the bandage.

Caught moment: A teacher walks in and just freezes. All they see is you kneeling, and Si- eun looking stone-faced, unmoved.

Aftermath: “It’s not what it looks like,” you blurt.

Si-eun: deadpan “They wouldn’t believe it even if we explained.”

You: 😭

😴 Ahn Su-ho

Scene: You trip in the hallway, and Su-ho grabs you, trying to catch you — but ends up landing flat on top of you with his hand accidentally on your chest. He’s horrified.

Caught moment: Si-eun walks around the corner and just stares with his cold, blank expression.

Aftermath: Su-ho jumps up like he's been electrocuted. “IT’S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!”, “I wasn’t thinking anything. Until now, "said Si-eun.

💸 Oh Beomseok

Scene: You and Beomseok are sharing earphones under the desk in class, heads leaned together — until you both laugh at a part in the audio and end up almost kissing.

Caught moment: The teacher calls you both out and suddenly the whole class is screaming "OHHHHHH???" while you're still tangled in wires.

Aftermath: Beomseok turns beet red and nearly yanks the entire desk over, trying to untangle the cord. You die of secondhand embarrassment.

🥋 Go Hyuntak

Scene: You're sleeping next to each other on the couch during a group study session. You roll over in your sleep and wrap your arms around him.

Caught moment: Baku takes a photo and sends it to the group chat with: “Couple of the Year.”

Aftermath: Gotak wakes up, sees the photo, and short-circuits. “DELETE IT DELETE IT DELETE IT—” Meanwhile, you don’t even remember cuddling him, and now you're stuck blushing every time someone mentions it.

👊 Park Humin

Scene: You were trying to help him stretch his hamstrings before training — and end up in a position where you're crouched behind him pushing his back down. Suggestive as hell.

Caught moment: Gotak walks in with water bottles, stops mid-step, and slowly walks out backward like he sees a war crime.

Aftermath: “That... looked wrong, didn’t it?”

You: “Very.”

He: “Let’s never speak of this again.”

🧠 Bonus: Si-eun xReader x Su Ho (Accidental Threesome Energy™)

Scene: You're in Si-eun room with Su-ho helping both of them bandage cuts. You're sitting between them, facing Su-ho, while Si-eun is behind you... holding a hot pack on your back.

Caught moment: Beom Seok knocks, opens the door without waiting, and sees the three of you pressed way too close. His face turns to pure scandal.

Aftermath: “...Are you busy?”

You: “YES.”

Su Ho: “WHY DID YOU OPEN THE DOOR?!”

Si-eun: ........

Hope you like it

[speedywizardland]

Title: "Only He Knew"

Ahn Su-ho x Reader

You didn't used to hate school.

It just… changed.

Somewhere between being quiet and being invisible, the world around you turned cold. The whispers, the stares, the occasional shove in the hallway—it built up like a storm you couldn’t outrun.

And no one noticed.

Or maybe they did. But no one cared.

Except for him.

You didn’t know it at first.

Ahn Su-ho—quiet, serious, distant. He wasn’t like the others who looked away. He just looked… through people. Unbothered. Too strong to be messed with, too private to invite anyone close.

But one day, after gym class, you return to your locker to find your books scattered. Again. A note taped inside reads: “You don’t belong here.”

You feel your chest tighten as you crouch down, gathering your things quickly, before the tears win.

Then —

“You dropped this.”

You freeze. Look up.

He’s there.

Su-ho. Standing beside you like he’s been there the whole time.

He hands you your sketchbook—your lifeline, the one you didn’t even realize was missing. There’s a faint scratch on the cover, and you wonder if they stomped on it.

Your hands tremble as you take it. “Thanks,” you whisper, eyes on the floor.

“You okay?” he asks, voice even. Not pitying. Just… direct.

You want to lie. You do it every day. But the words won’t come.

“…No,” you admit.

He doesn't respond. But instead of walking away, he kneels down and helps you pick up the rest.

The next day, the bullying stops.

No notes. No tripped feet. No missing books.

But you see it. One of the boys who used to laugh at you walks past Su-ho in the hallway—and flinches.

Su-ho doesn’t look at him. Doesn’t say anything.

But he glances at you, and in that look, you understand:

He handled it.

Days turn to weeks.

You find him at the back of the library, headphones in, reading a worn-out novel. You don’t say anything. Just sit across from him.

It becomes a silent routine. A shared peace.

Once, you ask, “Why did you help me?”

He doesn’t answer right away. He flips a page, then finally says, “You looked like you were drowning.”

You swallow. “Why me?”

His eyes meet yours, steady and unreadable.

“Because I know what it feels like.”

He never tells his friends.

Not Beomseok. Not Si-eun. Not anyone.

And you never ask him to.

Some days he walks you halfway home—no words, just the rhythm of steps in sync. Some days he waits outside your classroom. Just standing there, leaning against the wall, like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

One afternoon, you're both on the rooftop, wind playing with your hair.

“Do you ever… wish things were different?” you ask.

Su-ho shrugs. “Wishing doesn’t change anything.”

You look at him. “But doing something does?”

He finally smiles—just a little. “Sometimes.”

Then he adds, softer: “You’re different now.”

“Because of you.”

He shakes his head. “No. You just needed someone to stand with you long enough until you remembered who you are.”

You don’t reply. Your heart’s beating too fast.

Then, without thinking, you reach for his hand.

He doesn’t pull away.

He squeezes gently.

Later

You overhear Beomseok asking Su-ho why he’s been vanishing during breaks.

“Nowhere,” Su-ho says casually.

Beomseok raises a brow. “You hiding a girlfriend?”

He smirks. “Maybe.”

They laugh.

They don’t know it’s you.

But Su-ho catches your eyes from across the courtyard. Just for a second.

And you smile.

Because he knows.

And it’s enough.

[speedywizardland]

Title: "First Date, Fierce Heart"

Hyuntak x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Light Angst

Setting: Post-Gang Conflict, Peaceful Days at Eunjang High

It had taken Gotak months to ask you out.

Not because he didn’t want to—he wanted to from the moment you bandaged his hand in the nurse’s office without saying a word about the blood or the bruises. You were calm. Soft-spoken. You didn’t flinch like others did when he walked by. That scared him more than anything.

You cared—and that made him want to protect you, even from himself.

So when he finally asked you out, it wasn’t with flowers or a smooth line. It was awkward, muttered under his breath like a confession on his deathbed.

> “You wanna go out sometime…? Like a date. With me.”

You’d blinked, surprised—but not because he asked. Because you were waiting for him to.

> “I thought you’d never ask.”

Your first date was at a quiet café tucked between old alleyways, not far from the school. He chose it because it was hidden—less eyes, less risk. Less chance of someone recognizing him and picking a fight.

But you didn’t care about any of that. You were just focused on the way he pulled your chair out for you, the way his fingers kept twitching like he wanted to reach for your hand but didn’t know if he was allowed to.

> “I’m not good at this,” he muttered after you caught him staring at your smile for the tenth time.

You reached across the table, placing your hand gently over his. “You’re doing better than you think.”

His eyes widened—Gotak, an infamous brawler, the toughest guy in Class 1, had just turned red.

The walk back was quiet, but not awkward. He kept close to you, glancing around every so often—not because he was distracted, but because he wasn’t. He was watching. Always. For anything that might hurt you.

When you reached your street, you turned to thank him. “I had a really nice time.”

He scratched the back of his neck, nodding stiffly. “Yeah. Me too. I—”

Before he could finish, you leaned up and kissed him.

Soft. Quick. But sure.

He froze.

You pulled back, heat rushing to your face, thinking you’d made a mistake—but then his hand caught yours, firm but gentle.

He leaned down, eyes locked on yours like you were the only thing in the world.

> “Don’t do that unless you mean it,” he whispered.

> “I did,” you whispered back.

Then he kissed you.

And it wasn’t quick this time. It was careful, yet intense—the way someone kisses when they’ve been holding it back for a long time, afraid they’d break something if they went too fast.

After that, he walked you home every day. Sat near you at lunch. Stood too close whenever a group of guys passed by. Even if they weren’t looking at you—he was looking at them.

You teased him once: “You know I’m not made of glass, right?”

He didn’t laugh.

> “I know,” he said, tone serious. “But people like me… we break things. If anyone ever tried to hurt you… I’d go too far.”

You touched his cheek, making him look at you. “Then don’t think of me as something to protect. Just be with me. That’s enough.”

He pulled you into his chest, arms tight around you.

> “I can’t help it,” he murmured. “You’re the first thing I’ve ever wanted to keep safe… no matter what it costs.”

And that night, for the first time in years, Gotak slept with a smile on his face—because for once, he had something worth protecting, and he wasn’t afraid to lose it anymore.

This took me soooooo long :((

[speedywizardland]

Any Ideas for a new story?

[speedywizardland]

Title: "Stay With Me"

Ahn Su-ho x Reader

Rain soaked through your hoodie as you sprinted down the narrow alley behind the gym — the one Su-ho always used when things went south. You didn’t need a message. You just knew.

When you found him, he was sitting against the wall, head tilted back, eyes half-closed like sleep was threatening to take him right there in the filth and cold.

“Su-ho,” you whispered, kneeling beside him. “Hey… Hey, look at me.”

His eyes opened slowly. “You're here.”

His voice was rough, broken around the edges. A bruise bloomed darkly across his jaw, and his knuckles were torn open, blood trailing down his fingers like ink. You swallowed down the lump in your throat.

“Of course I’m here,” you said. “Come on. Let's get you out of this rain.”

It was quiet in your apartment. You led him inside like he might fall if you let go, his weight heavy on your shoulder. The lamp in your room cast a soft, golden glow, warm against the storm outside. You helped him sit, then grabbed your first-aid kit, hands shaking only when he wasn’t looking.

He watched you work, his eyes tracking your movements. Not saying anything. Not flinching. Like he trusted you completely, even though the rest of the world kept tearing pieces out of him.

“Why do you keep doing this?” you murmured as you wiped the blood from his cheek. “Letting yourself get beat to hell for people who don’t care?”

He exhaled through his nose. “Because I do care.”

Your hand paused.

“You could get killed, Su-ho.”

He blinked slowly. “I know.”

Something in your chest cracked. You pressed a cold pack to his ribs gently and leaned closer.

“I hate this,” you said, your voice raw. “Seeing you like this. Hurting like this.”

“I know,” he whispered. “But when you’re here, it hurts less.”

When you were finally done cleaning him up, you sat beside him on the bed. The silence wasn’t awkward — it was full of unspoken words.

His voice broke the stillness. “Thank you. For always patching me up.”

You looked at him, heart thudding. “I’m not just here to patch you up.”

His eyes locked onto yours.

“I’m here because I care. I… can’t just sit back and watch you break yourself.”

You expected him to look away. Maybe retreat into his usual quiet. But he didn’t.

Instead, he leaned forward just slightly, his gaze softening. “I don’t want to break anymore,” he said. “Not around you.”

You could feel the warmth of his breath. You didn’t know who moved first — maybe both of you — but the moment your lips met, it was slow. Gentle. The kind of kiss that asked, Are you sure? and answered, Yes, I am.

When you pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, a hint of a smile ghosting his bruised lips.

“Stay with me,” he murmured.

You didn’t hesitate.

“Always.”

Should I write a part 2 with spice? Let me know :)

[speedywizardland]

Hiii idk if you do request or not...

But if you do, pls could write something about Gotak with some smut? 🙏🏼❤️

Of course I Request ❤️

I try my best