#Solo Leveling fluff

[pupkashi]

a/n: hi hi !! i hope you guys like this little one shot !! please let me know what yall think :3 <3 not proofread at all oopsies

obsessed with the idea of sung jinwoo, notoriously terrible with names, remembering yours after only meeting once. jinwoo is immediately taken by you, he debates letting himself get injured just so you could heal him.

the debate lasts but a heartbeat in his mind as he lets himself get a couple cuts on his cheeks, smiling as he defeats the beast in front of him before heading over to you. “could you-?” he motions to the wounds and you nod quickly, holding your hands over his wounds and healing them.

“thank you, i don’t think i got your name” he gives you a small smile, stifling a chuckle when he sees your eyes go wide at his statement.

“must’ve slipped my mind” you chuckle, “I’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you hunter sung.” jinwoo is looking at you with more interest than you thought he would, biting the inside of your cheek to try and hide your nerves.

“please just call me jinwoo, y/n” he smiles, liking the way your name fell off his tongue, “I’ll see you around.” there’s a charming glint in his eye that makes your knees buckle as you say a small ‘goodbye’ to him, heart racing as heat rises to your cheeks. you didn’t think you’d bump into jinwoo again, coming to terms with your schoolgirl crush that would go nowhere.

three weeks later you’re sitting in a coffee shop half empty cup in front of you as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone.

“y/n, it’s nice to see you again,” the deep voice pulls your attention from the screen, your eyes meeting jinwoo’s blue ones. he finds it endearing the way your eyes widen a bit upon seeing him, a smile on his face. “may i?” he motions to the seat across from you as you nod with a small smile.

“hunte- jinwoo, hi” you correct yourself, fiddling with your fingers as you set your phone on the table, “how have you been?” jinwoo takes a sip from his drink, pausing before replying.

“I’ve been good, what have you been up to?” he fights the urge to ask if you were waiting on someone, a date? the thought alone makes his heart drop. what have you done to him?

“nothing much,” you say, “was supposed to meet a friend for lunch and catch up but she had to go deal with some dungeon” the tone of dejection in your voice doesn’t go unnoticed, jinwoo frowning at your reply.

“im sorry,” there’s a small pause before he speaks up again, “would you like to join me for lunch? I would love the company.” the charming smile on his face has your knees weak again, your heart racing as you look at your phone, no text from your friend.

“yeah, that’d be nice” you reply, a smile on your face as jinwoo sits across from you, staring at the menu. there’s a small pout on his lips as he struggles to find any food to order. “there’s not many food options here” you speak up, “we were gonna just go somewhere else to eat.”

jinwoo’s ears turn red as he stares back at you, setting the menu down and nodding. “oh, didn’t know that” he mumbles. you smile at him, cocking your head slightly.

“is it your first time here?” you question, jinwoo’s cheeks are now the same pink as his ears, as his eyes go slightly wide before closing slightly.

“honestly, i only came in because i saw you in here” a sheepish smile on his rose tinted face as he scratches the back of his neck nervously. you can’t stop the heat rising onto your cheeks, the butterflies in your stomach going insane as you tried to hide the smile on your face.

“shall we?” jinwoo grins, standing up and following you out of the cafe. you thank him for holding the door open for you, mentally taking note of how much taller than you he was.

after a bit of wandering and small talk the two of you find a restaurant, entering and taking a seat. the conversation flows easily between the two of you, you feel strangely at ease despite this only being the second time you’d spoken to the man.

jinwoo offers to accompany you back to your apartment, you give him a soft smile and nod.

“y’know im a hunter too, right?” you tease, jinwoo laughs, holding his hands up in defense.

“sorry, just wouldn’t feel right if i didn’t even offer to walk to you home” the charming smile on his face isn’t helping your growing affection for the hunter.

there’s a comfortable silence between the two of you, your hands brushing against one another as you walk side by side. the two of you are looking in opposite directions, hearts racing as your pinkies link, a small shock is sent up your hand. neither of you say anything, jinwoo is biting his bottom lip, failing miserably at hiding the smile on his face.

“im kinda shocked you remembered my name” you speak up, breaking the silence and looking at the taller man next to you. “i heard you’re terrible with them” a small chuckle leaves your lips and jinwoo laughs softly.

“oh yeah, im the worst with names” he admits, his face is completely pink now, and he’s avoiding your gaze at all costs as he opens his mouth and closes it, thinking before speaking up again. “you just really caught my attention” he blurts out, trying to ignore igris and beru cheering him on from his shadow.

you’re a bit stunned at his words, heart leaping at his confession and you test the waters a bit by unlinking your pinkies and instead intertwining your fingers with his. “oh?” you giggle, as jinwoo’s blue eyes stare at you, the panic looked on his face morphs into a more relaxed confident one.

“I’ll admit I had a bit of a thing for you too” now it’s your turn to avoid his eyes. jinwoo smiles, humming softly and cocking his head “had?”

you stumble over your words a bit, “have, present tense” you finally say, jinwoo isn’t hiding his smile anymore, not even trying to suppress the small giggle leaving his lips.

the rest of the trip home is filled with giggles and bashful smiles, your stomach sinking a bit when you finally reach your front door.

“thank you for today, and for walking me home” you say, the two of you standing in front of the door. jinwoo is smiling down at you, eyes darting from your lips to your eyes. your heart skips a beat, not wanting your time with him to end yet.

“of course, anytime” he says, clearing his throat and snapping out of the trance like state he was in. the two of you are quiet for a second, giving him a small smile and wave as you unlock your front door. “when can i see you again?” he asks, a lovesick look on his face as he stares at you.

you can’t help but feel excitement bubble in the pit of your stomach, thinking for a moment before replying. “Friday, pick me up at 6?”

jinwoo smiles, nodding happily before waving goodnight to you, waiting for you to close the door before he turns on his heel. the giant smile on his face is enough for igris to tease him, he doesn’t care, he feels on top of the world. he stops dead in his tracks as he takes his phone out of his pocket.

how did he forget to get your number?

[queenendless]

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A/n: As much as we all love current Jinwoo, every version of Jinwoo is precious. And SO!

All Jinwoos have romantic feelings for you but not for each other cause they're the same person.

Triple Sung Jinwoo x Fem!Adult!Reader

CW: MANWHA SPOILERS INSIDE! SPOILER ALERT: There will be a PT 2 to this one shot cause this got kinda long. So there's that.

BIG TIME What if AU. Angst, hurt/comfort, depression, chronic problems, sleeping anxiety.

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You never imagined you'd become the light of your angel's life. You still have days when you think that it's all been one long dream and you'd wake up back in that grey lonely life you never want to go back to.

But no, waking up that afternoon in your shared spacious bedroom. Rolling in that King sized bed to detect his side had his scent lingering still. But empty. Meaning he hadn't returned from his guild work from yesterday.

The sound of the front door to your shared home opening got your heart racing with joy at the chance to see your dear Monarch again.

And yet, the ensuing situation that followed suit really did feel like walking into a dream. An unusual one at that, sure. But also quite intriguing.

“Neither a curse nor a status debuff, my ass. You'd think these new Monarch powers could undo this side effect?” The tallest Jinwoo grumbled under his breath, brushing back his hair in frustration, pacing back and forth in the living room.

“How are we supposed to be out in public now? Handle the guild? Seeing our folks? Our secret will be found out at this rate!” Post reawakened Jinwoo griped, pinning you in between him and pre reawakened Jinwoo like a sandwich, to your dopey smiling satisfaction.

“In any case, I'll be the one visiting the guild for those matters. Otherwise, you and I will tackle the dungeons ourselves, alone.”

“H-Hang on! Why should I be left behind?! I'm no male housewife!” Starter Jinwoo whined.

“Yeah, don't kid yourself, squirt.” Monarch Jinwoo ruffled his unruly mop of hair affectionately, his baby faced counterparts pouting and puffed up cheeks proving his point.

“Aw, please don't leave me alone.” You nuzzled his pink dusted face like a needy cat, that got him melting up.

“Uh – I – o – okay~” His bashful smile got you planting a big ol smooch on his lips. He couldn't stop smiling as he swooned over your lap.

Jinwoo #2 glared, a vein popping up on his head. “Hey, it's not fair he gets to hog our sweetheart all to himself all day while we have to work.”

“With no reawakening, he can't level up so he'd be putting himself at Death's door again like before. If even one of us dies, we'll all die and leave our family behind, including our beloved here. And they won't be defenseless.” King Jinwoo explained.

The sight of Beru appearing out of your Shadow got Jinwoo#1 trembling from fear instinctively at the imposing entity when Monarch Jinwoo stood between you two and his General.

“Should any harm come to these two, like getting distracted by your period dramas, you know what will happen, don't you?” The deadly gaze of his King spoke doom for the former Ant King.

Shadow Preservation will let him know the moment Beru fumbles.

“Yes, I do, my liege! I will not let you down! And if I fail, I will gladly accept my punishment! But please give me a chance to prove my usefulness to you all!” Beru weeped before his liege dismissed him, meshing into the shadow of —

“Jinwoo mochi.”

“ … Eh?” All three sweat dropped in sync.

The action of cupping OG Jinwoo's supple cheeks, kneading and pinching and rubbing your thumbs in circles on such pure smoothness had your eyes sparkle in wonder and your hums of content heard behind your smitten grin. The visual of pre Jinwoo's face going from pale to rosey red as his grey blue eyes had spirals of tipsy dazeness, incomprehensible sounds spilling out of his dopey smile.

“You are so fucking cute, I can't stand it!” Your playful growling as you indeed began chewing on his cheeks got his nervous laughs rumbling into your chest next, his heart in overdrive, matching beat for beat with yours.

The steamy blow of air through their noses was one warning signal that the other two Jinwoo were irked — envy molten auras in blue and purple another sign — that baby-faced them was getting your current attention.

“Don't you dare forget about me, beautiful~” Jinwoo the 2nd cockily purred in your ear, plopping behind you on the couch, nipping at your nape, his nose dotingly rubbing your cheek, keeping you struggling between focus on both bois.

“I'll engrave myself in your mind then~” The effortlessly hot deepness of King Jinwoo’s inflection had him gently grip your chin to raise your face to meet him over the couch in quite a devouring kiss.

“Hey, sharing is caring, you sneaky bastards!” Baby Jinwoo shrilled up. Breaking free just to save your deprived lungs, an all out argument between all three ensued, your light headed self slacking against the couch.

The cacophony of range these three voices could go filled in your now lively place.

And so, then began this unexpected arc in the story of you and Jinwoo times three.

Pre-reawakened Jinwoo.

While the other two would do their dungeon raids together, that meant you'd spend most of your time with him.

Stuck at home together meant you teaming up to manage it, whether that be folding laundry to even cook together. If you don't really cook, he's more than happy to teach you. Having his hands layer yours, pressed up against you from behind, is the best feeling. Course he'd melt in a puddle shortly after.

Taking walks together outdoors meant holding hands or intertwined arms as you spent hours chatting about anything, mesmerized in each other's eyes while admiring the flora and fauna of nature.

“Okay, I am the male wife.” He mumbled in surrender, slumping against you, both of you in your casual tees and shorts, binging your favorites together in the living room while sharing your snacks together one lazy day.

“He admits it!” You exclaimed dramatically, ruffling his already unruly shaggy mop to his giggling delight.

“I know I'm not like the other mes… but I will do my best to make you happy. I'll do anything for you. I love you with all my heart, saarang.”

You easily top him over, laying atop him, your bedroom eyes conjuring hearts in his grey blue irises. “Then I'll make sure you're reminded each and every day that you're just as well loved. You're all mine now, baby girl~”

His drawn out squeak was the only sign of him still alive from the embarrassment, slacking in your arms like a limp noodle.

He's the easiest to mess with, all out of love.

Post reawakened Jinwoo, still an E-rank.

You did most of your outings into the city with him. Usually he goes incognito, whether in caps and a face mask or keeping his hoodie on, hoping not to be spotted and mistaken for his S-rank self.

You both did the buying, groceries and window shopping. Your phone gallery was chock full of selfies with you and your bashful grinning hunter.

While Tank became his assigned Shadow in the meantime, he could serve as transport. But only when it was just you two around or unless it's an emergency. Besides, he still has his own speed skills. Hence, giving you piggyback rides before zipping away in a flash, leaving folk wandering nearby nearly falling over from the sudden strong gusts of winds he left in his wake. His cheeky grin looking back at you took your breath away.

Joining him in on his daily quest workouts nearly do you in, your physically ailing limits being the root cause. Your legs turn to jelly as you nearly collapse from fatigue but your dashing hunter lover makes sure to catch you in his arms, holding you tightly while riding on Tank for the trek back home.

While you can openly tease and mess with him, he's on even footing with you, even more so.

“It's a pain to be split in three and not knowing how long it'll last, so having you with me is a blessing. Now tell me, what will it take for you to make me the best Sung Jinwoo in your eyes? Come on, honey, let your angel Woo you over~”

That cheesy pun out of the blue sent you buckling over in bouts of laughter, nearly falling over but his arms enveloping you kept you standing within his grasp. “Wow. Can't believe that actually worked,” He murmured in astonishment, grinning confidently in response. “She has Sung her approval~!”

That got you cackling, clutching your aching tummy, as more puns came your way to leave you a breathless mess that went beyond his expectations, utterly convinced to be more silly from that point on, even after he hopefully becomes whole again.

And Shadow Monarch Jinwoo, the tenth S-rank hunter in Korea and the head of his own guild, is hands down the most possessive over you. The rare moments you get alone with him happen in his own private office when he takes you to work with him.

The selfie of him putting you in an explicit headlock rivaled every single photo you took with his reawakened past self. His vibrant violet eyes on his smug smirking face littered by your lipstick smooches, your blushing squished cheeks, those veins along that flexing bicep smothering your lip smeared shameless face.

Making a group chat with just the Jinwoos proved a bad call when the other two were driven up the wall with envy at their superior version laying claim to you when they weren't around. The stream of emojis from Jinwoo 1 merging with the countless threats from Jinwoo 2 made big boss Jin darkly chuckle in the entertaining response, the mirthful twinkle in his eyes rippling from spotting you red in the face like mush in his big leather desk chair.

Unwinding from the stress of his guild master duties and keeping face with his colleagues and family while also having to wait out however long this three in one problem will last. Taking rides together on Kaisel gave you both a much needed breath of fresh air. Updating you on pupil Jinwoo's progress leveling up although the Gates turn red whenever he joins in said gate all to challenge him. He assures you immensely that he ensures his other self’s safety while sharing the EXP.

“Sharing you with my other selves has been quite the test for my tolerance.” Tugging insistently on his tie, the taut muscle definition of his upper chest peaked out, his neck flexing those veins, flaring his collar out in the process. “However, I am resolved to remind them just who truly is in charge here.” Pinning you literally on top of his desk came just as quick as you did already feeling him brush up against your valley. “Including you~”

Chronic problems plagued your form. Daily migraines, tense knots in your neck, the works. Regardless of which Jinwoo does it, massages always come your way. Whether resting your head on their lap or laying down on the bed, you melted from their shared skill touch.

Of course not every day is sunshine and rainbows. With chronic issues also came depression. Of course, all three dudes come to an agreement on equally giving you space to unwind as well as teaming up to give you all their affection.

Jinwoo #1 gifts you single flowers that grew surrounding your home, placing them behind your ear after presenting you one each day. Home-cooked meals are a given at this point, keeping in mind your allergies and dietary restrictions should you have any. He helps prepare salt baths that you more than invite him to join you to keep your clingy self company. And he lends his hoodie for comfort on those moody grey days.

Jinwoo #2 gifts you during your shopping sprees together, purchasing plushies and apparel to even getting fried chicken that you make sure you have enough to share with all your bois at home. You and him game together when he comes home early from raiding. Although his fatigue relief skill kicked in, he still deflated in your embrace welcoming him back home in the foyer, nuzzling your adorable face like a needy feline himself. Plus, his rambunctious commentary sends you into a wheezing mess, handing him easy wins. The times you did dethrone him resulted in his stubborn self knowing he could do better, challenging you for another round.

Jinwoo #3 is the one most able to give you anything your heart desires. With such influence and connections on top of his limitless abilities as the reincarnated Monarch, he would make anything possible. But considering he was the busiest out of the three, all you really wanted was to spend more time together. He still gifted you the same items as his other selves, but he made sure to include a fancy dinner and a dance among the stars as an inviting bonus.

Sleep anxiety is also a struggle you face. Incidents from your dreary past late at night left their scars. So taking naps now and then throughout the day after sleeping in the morning was your norm.

Even now, comfortably sleeping through the night is difficult, anxiety making you uncomfortable on edge for the unpredictable and unknown.

One step, one night at a time, the secure embrace giving you reassuring squeezes in bed reminding you you weren't alone. Whichever Jinwoo it is, they all are perfect bedmates. Their cooing words became your ASMR.

“Ssh. There there. I'm right here. Listen to my breathing, my heart, my voice. You can rest easy now, sweetheart.”

Kissing your teary face and letting you rest on their cozy warm chests as they rubbed comforting circles along your back, the combined sensations slowly aided in your sleep, however long or short.

So returning the favor only made sense.

All three Jinwoos suffered from nightmares. Mostly Jinwoo #1. Night terrors were his own sleep struggle throughout this story arc. Especially from dreams of the Double Dungeon. Breaking out in a cold sweat, tossing and turning, whimpering and weeping, before screaming out in awakening, heaving haphazardly, desperately reaching his hands out to you, clinging to you like the lifeline you are. Especially on nights when your other Jins’ are still out due to whatever reason.

Singing a lullaby song you heard from a show that really stuck with you helped a great deal in calming him down. Cradling him in your arms, brushing through those sweat matted bangs, your voice was the angel of music gracing his ears. It's too mesmerizing to ignore.

“You're okay. You're alright. I'll never ever leave your side. I will stay and I will fight with you~”

Unbeknownst to you two, Beru's shadow linked to both versions of his master, Jinwoo #3 swoons over your heavenly voice, smiling like a lovesick fool, Jinho silently hoping they finish work early so his big bro can get back to you, his one and only.

“Please don't leave me. Please stay, Y/n.” Your Jin baby's wish gets granted by your doting, utilizing the same exact methods they use to treat your night troubles.

Jinwoo 2 is less vocal when he wakes up from bad dreams. Yet you feel a sturdy heat envelope around you. His endearing gaze grew the more he stared at your peaceful face, his stare blurring from warm wetness, blinking them back before pecking your forehead. “You're my dream come true~” He whispers lovingly in your ear before cuddling up against your precious self, tears actually shed as you return the hug through your slumber, thoughts of you and only you lulling him into good old dream land.

Now Jinwoo 3 is something else. He usually sits up, lost in thought for a bit, before heading to the kitchen for a mug of water and maybe even preparing some food to keep him busy. And every time, he could feel you arising, finding him, and joining him all so he wouldn't be alone. He'd do the same for you. They all would, absolutely.

You can hear the aching vulnerability trembling with each breath he took as his towering frame draped over you, his shoulders shaking as his hands clawed at your back, your very existence grounding him in the here and now.

“Parts of me will never be the same, not after all I've done … yet you still choose me. How did I ever deserve you, huh?” His nose caresses yours, rocking with you side to side, as his submerging look sunk its hold upon your trembling soul. “Y/n, you truly are something else. My safe haven~”

While having three Jinwoos is indeed a handful, seeing every part of him that make up who he is reminds you of his empathy, sympathy, cleverness, tactfulness, and brilliance.

But you too hope that your three darlings become whole again soon.

And soon enough, at last, your shared prayers were finally heard.

The solution to this dilemma?

Well ...

What do you think~?

[colorfulrook]

I have an idea:

Basically, it would be Reader and Jinwoo who have known each other for a long time. They're best friends, and Reader was always super affectionate with him when he was an E-rank. She treated his wounds, cooked him food, etc., and flirted with him directly, but Jinwoo ignored her advances every time (for him, it was just affection between friends), but Reader always continued even though it wasn't reciprocal.

When he became an S-rank, he got closer to the other hunters, especially Cha Hae In, and Hae In did the same thing Reader did for him (taking care of him), except that he reacted to her advances. Reader, seeing this, understood that she had to let it go and was happy for him despite the heartbreak. Everything she did for him, she did with the other hunters in the guild (brought back cookies, put bandages on Baek, while complimenting him on his muscles, etc.). Jinwoo seeing Reader being affectionate with everyone except him gives him a pang in his heart realizing that he hates it when Reader is with people other than him and begins to regret all the times when he didn't reciprocate and ignore her advances. One day when Reader is injured he goes to heal her and tries to do what Reader did for him hoping to be able to get closer to her again

Thank you so much for trusting me with your idea! I hope you will enjoy reading it and tell me if you liked it! I value quite much every opinion you throw ahaha, love you all - Rook

Ps: I proofread it a bit quickly so eventual grammar errors will be dealt it later!

Where the heart awaits [S.JW x F!Reader]

Pairings: Sung Jinwoo x F!Reader Word count: 1.5K Theme: Fluff, angst (Injury ahead!)

Being an A-Rank healer was tough, but it had its perks. You met all kinds of people—arrogant hotshots, quiet tanks, mages who thought they were gods, hell even S ranks—but none of them managed to leave you an impression like Jinwoo. Gentle, caring Jinwoo who, no matter the hardships of being an E-Rank, never backed down on a job.

You met him during one of your first dungeon after you awakening, despite having already some offers for all kinds of guilds, you politely declined, saying that you would like to lend a hand to the guildless people before committing to one.

That’s how you ended up in a cramped, damp D-Rank dungeon with a group of nervous, under-equipped hunters… and him.

He hadn’t said much at first—kept his head down, focused. You watched as he silently took more hits than he should have, trying to protect the others even though he was clearly exhausted. By the end, he was bloodied and limping, but smiling when he handed the core to a trembling C-rank who looked like he might burst into tears. You had walked up to him, healing magic already warm in your palms, and asked with piqued interest.

“Do you always try to be a martyr, or was today special?”

He blinked at you. Then he smiled. “Habit, I guess.” Feeling refreshed as you healed him, warm magic tickled his skin.

That was the start of your friendship.

From then on, things moved fast. Days turned into month that eventually turned into one year.

You started teaming up more often. Dungeons with Jinwoo became your favorite—how you waited eagerly every time there was a new dungeon, a smile forming everytime you read Jinwoo's name on the list. You could already feel your heart warming.

You began to see him after and before the raids, sometimes even cooking for him and his sister after a particularly gruesome outing. He walked you home after late-night cleanups. You learned how he liked his coffee, how he couldn’t handle spicy food, and that he always, always made sure everyone else was safe before thinking about himself.

You started to look forward to the way his eyes would light up when you brought snacks. To the little, tired smiles he’d give you at the end of a run. You flirted with him—openly, shamelessly—sometimes just to see him flustered. But he never responded to it. At first, you told yourself it was just because he was shy.

But you were wrong, he wasn't shy, he just thought you were very friendly.

It hit you one night when the two of you went out to eat in one of those small restaurant full of people and laughs. You'd teased him again—something flirty, casual, something about how you liked guys who were quietly heroic and kind to their teammates. Jinwoo had just laughed. Not nervous. Not awkward. Just… amused.

The thought of you referring to him went completely over his head.

"Don't worry (Y/n), you are an amazing person and hunter, I'm sure you will find someone you love soon enough!"

And that’s when it sunk in. You could feel your smile dropping a bit before regaining your composure.

To him, your kindness was just that—kindness. The way you patched him up, brought him home-cooked meals, dragged him out for breaks, gifted him silly little trinkets to cheer him up—he’d seen all of it as the affection of a good friend. And maybe, in his mind, he didn’t deserve more than that anyway.

So you smiled and kept going, because even if your heart ached sometimes, his presence was worth it. Being by his side was better than not being there at all.

Until it wasn’t anymore.

When Jinwoo came back from his double dungeon, you felt everything change, as if someone pulled a rug from under your feet and disrupted your carefully built balance.

He was stronger. Colder. More focused. You watched as he built his new life—his new guild—and got closer with hunters you barely knew. He spent more time with Cha Haein, and even though she didn’t speak much, she didn’t need to. The way she looked at him said enough. And worse, the way he looked back at her…

You decided to let him go.

You still talked frequently but you decided that it was time to do something with yourself, Jinwoo was happy with Haein, it was time to reach your happiness as well.

You decided to join Baek Yoonho's guild, feeling ready to lend your powers to a bigger group of people—it was time for a "fresh start" as you called it.

You loved it there, truly, you began to grow fond of every member of your usual dungeon party. Thus you decided to spread your affection to them.

You began to take extra care while healing everyone, especially Guildmaster Baek, handed cookies to the office staff, even embracing one of the rookies— "Gukkie" you called him with the affection of a big sister—in a warm hug for nailing one of the raids in a dungeon.

You didn’t mean it as payback. It was just you being you.

But Jinwoo slowly began to notice it.

And for the first time in a long time, he was the one watching you from the sidelines.

Jinwoo didn’t realize when it started—the way his eyes always followed you, shadows always at the ready to protect you.

Maybe it was the moment you tucked a blanket around Baek Yoonho’s shoulders after a gruesome raid and told him to get some rest, your voice warm with that same gentle tone you used to use just for Jinwoo.

"Master Baek, I know you are toning your body everyday but you must take care and rest after a dungeon!" you'd say pouting.

Or when you ruffled that one hunter's hair after he brought you a smoothie and said, “You’re getting sweeter by the day,” and Jinwoo had to stop himself from yanking your hand away, starved of your usual caring touch.

It didn’t hit him all at once. It crept up slowly, a quiet cold wave that nipped at his ankles. A sharp tug in his chest every time you smiled at someone else. And a heavy, sinking feeling when he realized that you haven't smiled like that at him for weeks.

You were still kind and affectionate during the now rare times you saw each others. But you didn’t linger anymore. You didn’t tease. No more late-night texts, no more lingering touches. You didn’t call him “handsome” with a laugh or sneak his favorite candy into his coat pocket before a raid.

And it was his fault.

Thinking back to before he went in that double dungeon left him with a bitter taste on his tongue.

He’d thought it was just how you were. That your softness belonged to everyone. He hadn’t realized—until it wasn’t his anymore—how much of it you had given only to him.

Now it was too late. Or maybe it wasn’t. He didn’t know.

Not until the day of an abnormal red gate dungeon.

When Jinwoo felt the pulse of the gate from across the city so stronge that even Igris twitched.

And then your name came through the emergency report from the White Tiger Guild.

A red gate. An unexpected ambush. An A-Rank healer, critically injured. You.

Jinwoo didn’t remember giving the order to teleport. He just moved. Shadows exploded from the ground like a tidal wave, launching him towards your position.

The first thing he noticed was how small and frail you seemed in Baek Yoonho's arms, whom looked at him with wide eyes.

"We closed the dungeon but we need to help her fast if we want her to live"

You were unconscious, blood seeping from your uniform, your breathing was shallow, and your mana flickered like a dying candle. Someone had tried to patch you up, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t you.

Jinwoo’s hands trembled as he touched your cheek. For a moment, all he could do was stare.

You were always the one healing. Always smiling through exhaustion, patching wounds, giving warmth without asking for anything back. Now you lay still, quiet and cold.

Something cracked deep inside him.

“Why didn’t I see it?” he whispered, almost angrily. “Why did I let you go?”

Beru stood silently nearby, his gaze lowered. Even his shadows stayed quiet, watching their king kneel beside the one person he could never bring himself to face until it was too late.

Jinwoo’s heart raced as his hands trembled, pouring every ounce of mana into you with a desperate kind of reverence, trying to heal the wound he had failed to stop. His shadows clung to you like a protective cocoon, dimly glowing with the magic he so freely gave, trying to mend what had been broken both in your body and in his soul.

"Please," he whispered again, his voice trembling with a vulnerability he had never shown before. "I can’t lose you. Not like this."

His forehead touched yours, and for a fleeting moment, the world faded into the background. The overwhelming pulse of his heart, the suffocating grief, the quiet dread of losing you—all of it seemed to blur as he focused entirely on you.

His breath came out in ragged gasps as he choked on the words he had kept buried for far too long.

“Wake up…” His voice cracked, the words barely audible. “Please. I still haven’t said it. I haven’t told you…”

But then he felt it—a soft pressure on his hand.

“Jinwoo…” Your voice was weak, your hand reaching up to gently touch his face. “I’m here…”

He leaned down, cheek pressed against yours as relief washed over him like a tidal wave. The fear, the doubt, the hopelessness that had gripped him melted away.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured softly, his hands brushing away the sweat on your forehead. “I'm sorry you had to wait for so long”

You smiled weakly as you felt the warmt of his words settle in your chest, maybe there was still hope after all.

[readerforexiao]

𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃: 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 | 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ

⌗ Sung Jinwoo x Fem!Reader | romance, angst, fluff | childhood friends to lovers, denial + unspoken feelings + mutual pining, hurt / comfort, canon universe, emotional vulnerability and isolation, trauma ... tba

⌗ "I am human regardless of the power running through my veins. It lies within my heart, my human heart which feels ever so deeply and bounds me to feelings and emotions such as fear, hatred, greed, and love"

⌗ Word Count: 3.3k

⌗ Synopsis: Despite knowing that everything given demanded a price, and everything taken had a cost, Jinwoo would have done everything for you, relinquished all he had. But when granted power without end capable of continuous growth beyond that of limitation, he feared before he reasoned, and in his panic had he pushed you away. Still, you could love him no less even as his presence thinned into absence. Eventually, Jinwoo realized he could only run as far as you'd let him.

⌗ A/n: been working on this since feb. i am as hopeless with my writing as i am hopelessly in love with Jinwoo 💙

THEY MADE, AND IN THEIR MAKING, THEY UNMADE. And it became their legacy retold in history.

For the greatest of empires had they built upon the spine of the land, upon the hum of the earth’s uneven breaths and the shifting of its sands. But as they raised them into lofty castles of grandeur, into bridges that crossed ravines and forded gushing rivers, they had brought them to ruin by the thirst for more. Even the alliances forged by the blood of sacrifice— meant to be immortalised in legend— were cleaved apart with the blade of mistrust wedged deep between the scapula.

Once, when the fields of flowers had been kissed by the sun and caressed by the moon. When forests of old sheltered life beneath the canopy of their trees, and streams of pure birth coursed outward, nourishing all they touched. Light felt softer then. And time must have moved without urgency, too. For even the silence was sure to have been alive, full of meaning, full of breath. Until their petals were plucked and their rivers bloodied.

Trees were splintered. Wings clipped. Skin carved. And it had been such that nothing ever remained untouched. For the blame worthy were indeed beings of flesh— mortal… frail. Frail in what lies inside unspoken of. What mattered most.

They trample and are trampled by what lies beyond their control. And they break and are broken by the hands of those they love, envy… fear.

When the gates appeared and hunters rose from among the panic with powers beyond their grandest desires, disaster had been mistaken for salvation. Hunter Guilds were established to combat the monsters. But beneath their banners, division grew. Subtle at first, then swift, accelerating the downfall of what was already fraying at the seams.

In a cruel game where the strong preyed upon the weak, the greedy devoured the humble, and the wicked turned their blades to the innocent. Sins were repeated, not repented. For the power that descended upon them, disastrous in their hands, would be their undoing.

And so it was to be, as if writ by fate’s hand— humanity were forever doomed to become the ruin of every story. A final chapter none could ever rewrite.

❝𝙷𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝙼𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜❞

❝𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎.❞ - 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚜

— 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄

THE SUN TOOK LEAVE OF THE WORLD, bequeathing to the veil of shadow. The traffic lights turned green, engines stirred, and wheels began rolling. Uproar hurled through the streets as a motorbike wove between the blurred cars, its growl reverberating down the asphalt vein.

In the merging of headlights, you had seen his eyes; the speckle of blue within the grey that surfaced when caught in the gleam of luminosity. Those eyes sought you out, flicking from face to face with urgency, like a caged bird who mourned for the sky. He moved through the world shaped by his tragedies and misfortune, brave yet labelled weak and mocked as a coward.

Life altered him more times than one could count, wearing him down in the most horrid ways. He was the boy who knew pain too intimately, considered it a companion even if it had never been a desired one.

His smile had always held too much apology, stretched over a face that had forgotten genuinity. His shoulders drew taut and his spine locked in rigidness beneath a jacket worn and torn by responsibility and fight; the posture of someone taught by repetition to brace for the worst and never expect anything better, for the clothes on his back and a growing stack of unpaid bills were all he had.

Like a shadow, he carried himself, bowing his head as if he might offend the light. And though he had tried to stay small, to slip by unnoticed, mockery found him like a breath upon his neck all the same, as if daring him to think he deserved even that.

Their words cut deeper than any beast ever did. The sharpness of their laughter and ridicule hollowed him out, but he did what he had to do, even if it made him fold into himself and apologise for being weak and a pathetic stain on the world.

Your hand, cold against the heat of skin, held your neck where the phantom ache of his name still echoed alive.

You remembered the night the call came. When the hospital’s number flashed across your screen and how it hadn’t startled you at first because he had been in and out of emergency rooms enough times for it to feel like a routine. Bruises, fractures, and the occasional concussion, but he never stayed long. He had always walked out alive in the end. But that night had been different when Jinah’s voice, strangled by apprehension, threaded through the call.

The memory became one impossible to shake, for you had leaned close to his motionless body and inhaled the scent of ash and iron until it could not be forgotten. The image of him, every inch of exposed skin buried under gauze and wrapped so thickly it seemed he might disappear beneath it, burned into your mind.

"You idiot... stupid… stupid…" You hadn’t meant to say it in anger, but the words slipped from your quivering lips anyway, too heavy to hold back because so foolish, he was. Always so stubborn and persistent to a fault.

You couldn’t call it strength— what he did. Could not deem such reckless behaviour noble, even if he had done it all to provide for her, to ensure she had what she needed. To carry a burden that should not have been his alone. There was nothing noble about the way his body lay there, broken and unrecognisable beneath the bandages. Nothing admirable in the way he hadn’t stirred for days, no sign that the man you knew was still fighting to come back while his sister, whom he had done it all for, was left with nothing but the unbearable routine of waiting.

She had spent her days running back and forth between the hospital and home despite your protests. Nights were lonely, though she had grown accustomed to it. She always had her phone nearby as she waited for you to call with any change or any sign he would wake. She didn’t have the luxury of giving up. Not while her brother lay there, just like her mother. Not while he had made sure she wouldn’t have to.

Neither of them deserved this. And yet, here they were.

Red lights blinked overhead and as the cars rolled to a stop, you stepped off the curb, swept into the tide of pedestrians, moving like rain dissolving into the ocean, loose, unbothered, flowing with the kind of ease that comes from having somewhere to go but no urgency to get there. But you moved differently, slipping between them, quicker, with purpose. A single note out of tune. Your pace outmatched theirs. You couldn’t walk slowly— not tonight.

Bit by bit, the press of bodies thinned and the noise of car horns and voices had fallen away like smoke in the wind. Eventually, only the quiet rhythm of your breath and your footsteps remained.

Your knuckles struck wood, once, twice, then once more, until after a pause, the door creaked open.

“You're late."

“Work ran overtime," the warm ambience of her home welcoming you as you entered.

"You don't have to lie, you know." She wiggled her brows, a knowing grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Jinwoo will be happy to see you"

“Dumbass” you muttered more to yourself than her, closing the door behind you.

Jinah went back to her show, drawing her knees up beneath her on the couch. The hum of the program filled the room but your attention drifted elsewhere, onto the shelf where dust clung faintly to the edges of picture frames, untouched for who knew how long. One in particular caught your eye. It was of Jinwoo and Jinah, years younger, caught mid-laughter, their faces bright and unburdened with a joy that no longer visited, a kind that did not belong to the present.

The second frame held a photo of Jinwoo and his mother. He couldn’t have been more than five, clinging to her with the easy trust of a child. His small chin rested against her shoulder as his feet dangled behind her, a supportive hand keeping him steady and sure, as if she’d always known exactly how to hold the weight of someone else’s world.

She was beautiful. Truly beautiful. Touched by the rare grace that only motherhood could shape. Time had aged her in each photo, but not unkindly for she wore her maturity well, like silk and aged wine, bearing those marks with pride. You saw a woman who lived, perhaps not perfectly, but wholly. A woman who had loved deeply, lost deeply, and still found a way to keep going.

When your eyes opened, the memory had receded. Still, her eyes sought yours in the familiar blur of your vision. But as your focus returned fully, you realised you had mistaken Jinah for her mother. Had come close enough to forget just how long it has been since.

You ruffled Jinah’s hair, like her mother had once done to you and she swatted your hand away, urging you to her brother’s room before you could do it again.

You made your way down the hallway, where the walls had been lined with so many memories, some of which you could only vaguely recall. Crayon drawings curled at the edges, left untouched since their mother fell ill. Neither of the siblings had the heart to take them down, despite how much they grew to hate them, for she loved those scrappy stick figures and food-stained paper. Above those childish doodles there hung a neat row of school certificates tucked into tarnished gold frames. Jin-ah’s name had stood out in bold across them, impossible to miss. Achievement after achievement. You loitered there in search of a name that never appeared and never would, and you moved on… what else could you do.

The door to Jinwoo’s room stood ajar. You peered inside. Livid greys and a gentle white light bled from the computer screen where he sat hunched over, his shoulders slouched and his spine curved in a way that suggested he’d been sitting there for hours staring at the monitor yet not really seeing it.

You didn’t knock. You hardly ever did. You offered the door a cursory nudge with your knuckles at most, but even that was rare. More often, you pressed it open the rest of the way and slipped inside if he hadn’t already been the one to draw you in first.

The creaking hinges might as well have been a greeting.

“Jinah was right…” you walked in, “You are brooding."

The mattress dipped beneath your weight with a muted groan, but still had he yet to acknowledge you. For a bated breath, nothing changed.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, swivelling his chair to face you. When his voice came to be, it came with the faintest brush of retraction and you were caught off guard by the low timbre.

Caught in a moment of process, you hadn’t replied, but your attention directed elsewhere, and Jinwoo followed your gaze to his desk where the clutter offered an unmistakable answer to his own question.

He understood immediately.

You wouldn’t have come all this way, at this hour by choice, not when he had made his distance so glaringly evident. He thought.

His eyes faltered on the cans of beer strewn across the surface, then moved to the one in his hand. A fleeting twitch of his fingers betrayed the desire to sweep them aside, out of your view, but he reined it in and tilted his head back, his throat working with practised ease as took a large gulp.

There had been no visible sign of intoxication on him, nothing in his posture to suggest the careless abandon of too much drink, and his movements, too, were steady and unshaken as he lowered it and settled it amongst the rest, making you pause because you knew something hadn't been quite right; you just couldn’t prove it beyond mere speculation.

“… You always had a bad sense of timing,” he said, blinking in short intervals until the distance in them fled, and he'd been something other than what was in front of him.

For some reason, discomfort slithered up your spine at the way he looked at you, the way he said that, as though a centipede had begun its crawl with a thousand legs prickling your nerves and seeking to burrow beneath your skin.

“I wasn’t planning on coming”, you confessed reluctantly, unable to voice what troubled you. Only that it had been marked in the fringe framing his eyes and in the finger tapping against the second-hand clock on his thigh.

“Then why did you?” he prodded.

“Because I gave you two weeks”

So you had known.

Part of him felt relieved, but the rest simmered with frustration. “So it’s not because Jinah called you?”

“She did, yes,” you admitted, “but I would have come around sooner or later”

All this time, Jinwoo believed he was successfully avoiding you when really you had only been allowing him that.

He stared at you.

You had always managed to complicate things for him and all along had he known your presence to be too much for him to resist, that a second in your company and he’d be bound to your every whim and tied to a mess of emotions he spent too long pretending he could move beyond. But in truth, he hadn’t because he knew he could not. Not really.

He lifted the can to his lips when your hand came upon his and stilled his movement. He smiled then, behind the metal. Though not with joy or relief or even bitterness, but because your touch aroused what he knew he was at present and perhaps for much of his life he would be undeserving of.

“You never ask,” He uttered in a breath almost missing, a breath nearly lost.

“Would you have answered?”

Fair enough.

He’d give you that.

Still… You never pried. Never pushed him into corners where he had to confront things he wasn’t ready to face, as if you perfected the balance of letting him come to you while at the same time knowing when to pull him by the ear and rein him in, and that frustrated him as it did attract him.

You took the can from him.

Although he hated it, he knew you were right. There was no use pretending anymore. No use keeping up the act. You had obviously caught on, and Jinwoo, astute and self-aware, knew better than to waste time on futility. He couldn’t push you away any further. And honestly, he no longer wanted to.

Annoying. His head fell against your stomach. Did you always have to be so... you?

“I would have answered,” he affirmed, “If only you had been the one to ask.”

Jinwoo’s hands encircled your wrists, his hold gentle and his touch almost pleading, like someone drowning alone for far too long. As if he had weathered shifting tides that pulled the shore from beneath him, endured squalls that reshaped the very landscape around him.

Like a man who clawed for the surface, desperate for the blaze of the sunlight in his eyes, for the agony of breath to tear through his lungs and burn the salt from his throat, he needed proof that he was still alive. That the scars and shattered bones, torn limbs and bloodied tears, all meant something.

Then again, it’s not like he gave you the chance to ask.

With your heart racing ahead of your breaths, your palm smoothed over his head. He hummed low in his throat, pressing closer to your abdomen. Close. Maybe too close. But not uncomfortable. Not awkward. You were still the same to him, in all the things that stirred his memories with fondness.

“I like the haircut, by the way,” you remarked, still threading gently through his hair, curling at the ends, scratching lightly at his scalp in a way you knew he liked.

“Don’t make fun of me,” he said flatly, leaning back.

“I’m not, you look good. Like you aged overnight in a cool, ‘I’m a reliable older brother who has his act together and is single-parenting his teenage sister while somehow managing not to emotionally combust’ kind of way.”

You tried to ruffle his hair, but he caught your wrist, slightly irked. “That was oddly specific and sounded much like an insult”

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing. You look the part of a mature young man, put together and all. Girls like that sort of thing.”

His grip tightened slightly in warning, not enough to hurt.

“Okay, okay,” you laughed, tugging your hand back. “But seriously, how many poor souls fainted?”

Jinwoo was unimpressed. “You’re the worst.”

“That’s not a number,” you replied in a sing-song.

He exhaled through his nose, the closest thing he ever got to a laugh when you really pushed him. “You are worse than Jinah”

“High praise,” you grinned.

Jinwoo dropped onto his bed without ceremony, back hitting the mattress with a soft thud, one arm tucked behind his head. “That wasn’t a compliment”

Oh, but it was. You sank into his chair.

Jinwoo turned onto his side to face you.

The fear that had gripped him each time death pressed so near he could taste it always ended the same: with a final prayer. For himself. For the ones he’d leave behind. His mother and father would never see the boy who had raised himself into a man worthy of their pride. Only Jinah would remain to walk a path alone, chasing dreams they might never witness unless some cruel mercy woke their mother from her endless sleep, or brought their father from wherever he had disappeared to.

And you… whom he had loved longer than he had dared to breathe it aloud.

Back when, in the muck and dust of your childhood, your small fists had burrowed into the sand, not knowing the handfuls you threw found their way to him. He could only stand there taking it, his eyes wide but in awe, as if the hole you dug were a hundred-dollar bill placed into the hands of a struggling man. He had known it then, even. Perhaps not as love entirely, but as something precious to him.

The tide rose and washed into the holes he carved out since the disaster of the double dungeon, and further, into the fissures time had hidden and never healed. The fear of losing you had kept him at bay as he grew because it was better to remain your friend than to gamble and lose what little joy life had given.

Jinwoo exhaled, long and dreary, letting the dolefulness fall with the breath, he called your name so softly, so full of care and affection.

“I missed you”

You swallowed hard, blinking like it might steady the way the room tilted around your heart.

It wasn’t fair!

The way he said things like that and didn’t seem to realise they landed like an arrow between your ribs. Like he could just drop a quiet I missed you after pushing you away and not expect the ground to shift under your feet and unsettle you.

But that was Jinwoo, wasn’t it? Never loud about what mattered, but never careless either.

“I missed you, too” you whispered.

And he smiled.

He smiled. His eyes fluttering close, lashes falling against the tops of his cheeks, and for once, there was no tension in his brow, no shadows carved beneath his eyes. Just the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing as sleep found him.

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Sun and Moon

Husband Jinwoo spends his Sunday morning slow-dancing with you in the kitchen and surprising you with a love song 🥰 | WC: 2.8K

Sunday mornings in the Sung household are the answers to Jinwoo’s prayers. A small reward from heaven to compensate for all the sacrifices he’s made to make the world a better place.

The pleasant scent of brewing coffee in his hand. The comfort of being in his favorite fitted black shirt and sweatpants, with a few love bites hidden beneath. The sound of running water and soap sliding across the dishes. The endless, precious waves of laughter his daughter makes as she runs around the backyard, chased by the shadow ice bears who act like overly attached puppies. The faint, frosty swirl of ice petals in the air as Beru builds her another ice castle—shaped straight from the storybook they read together last night.

It feels peaceful. Almost too peaceful. Peaceful enough that it becomes hard to remember that somewhere out there, a gate full of monsters is forming—a challenge he’ll probably have to face soon.

Tomorrow, he can go back to being a weapon. A commander. A protector. Someone who carries the burden of the world and is expected to surpass expectations every time.

But right now… he’s just a man. A father. A husband who has found his peace—his home.

And she, with her hands dipped in dish soap, is the center of it.

Jinwoo’s eyes travel back to her the way they always do, for once ignoring the gleeful screaming of their daughter sliding down her brand-new ice tunnel. An affectionate smile paints his lips—a small glimpse of the endless love blooming in his soul.

The sight of his wife in an apron over her off-the-shoulder knitted sweater, her hair tied messily in a bun, her voice sweet and soft as she hums along to the music from the speakers... She’s perfect. Perfect for him.

God, he can still remember the day he first thought he wanted to marry her.

It was a moment like this—right after they had dinner together in his apartment. She had insisted on washing the dishes in exchange for the meal he had so wonderfully prepared. And Jinwoo, forced to sit on the couch just like now, had spent the entire twenty minutes admiring her from behind, his fantasy running wild.

He thought about how he wanted every day to be just like that: sharing meals, laughing, talking, smiling, teasing, stealing kisses, and drowning in soft embraces. He wanted to marry her then. To be with her for eternity. To share a home.

Even now, seeing her like this, he still wants to marry her. If it were possible, he would. A thousand lifetimes over. Just to have her say “I do” with that sweet, angelic smile, to kiss her again and again beneath the stars.

Then, as if the universe hears his reminiscence, the low hum of the speakers begins to shift—a familiar melody fills the air.

Baby, you're my sun and moon Girl, you're everything between A lot of pretty faces could waste my time But you're my dream girl

Jinwoo’s eyes widen as a memory strikes. It’s the acoustic version of “Sun and Moon” by Anees—the same song they danced to the night he proposed.

The smile on his lips deepens at the memory. He can still picture it clearly—holding her close, slow dancing in a circle of golden lights, swaying as if time had paused for their love. This was the song he chose, though he never got to sing it aloud, never finished the dance. She had whispered “I love you, Jin,” in the middle of it, and he’d been so overwhelmed by love, passion, and need that he kissed her right then... then went down on one knee, presenting a diamond ring beneath the stars that glimmered just as brightly as her eyes.

Something stirs deep in his chest, and before he knows it, his body moves.

Setting his coffee down, he walks toward the kitchen. His footsteps are silent—trained for war—but his embrace has not forgotten its gentleness. Jinwoo wraps his arms around his wife’s waist from behind, stealing a startled gasp from her lips.

You make flowers bloom You make the stars collide And I don't know what I did to get lucky like this But it sure feels fine

“Jagi,” he whispers, kissing her neck. He melts into her, basking in the scent of her shampoo.

“Jinwoo,” she sighs. He can hear the smile in her voice—small, tender. “You need to stop sneaking up on me like that. I almost dropped a plate.”

“Sorry,” he apologizes, pressing a light kiss to her bare shoulder, though his puckish grin tells a different story. His lips brush her ear. “Dance with me?”

“Now?”

“Mm, now.”

She laughs softly, rinsing a plate. “The dishes aren’t going to wash themselves, you know.”

“I’ll wash them later.”

“Honey, you spent an hour preparing breakfast. Let me be the wife this time.”

He chuckles, nuzzling into her hair. “Beru, then.”

“I think we’ve tortured him enough already.” She turns her head slightly to kiss his cheek. “Ten more minutes, okay?”

“Can’t,” he murmurs into her hair. “The song’ll be over by then.”

She blinks, listening. Then it dawns on her. “Wait. Is this the song you played when you—”

“Mm-hmm,” he hums, his smile brushing against her earlobe. “So, what do you say? If you dance with me right now, maybe I’ll propose to you again.”

Her soft laughter warms the air. “Fine. Just one more plate.”

“Too late.” He tightens his arms and begins swaying gently to the music. “I’m already dancing.”

She giggles, body moving slightly out of rhythm. “You call this dancing?”

“I’m just warming up, Sweetheart.” Jinwoo steals the plate from her hands and sets it down, then turns her to face him with a tender gaze.

She scrunches her nose. “You know I’m elbow-deep in soap bubbles, right?”

“Tragic, but not fatal. Come on.”

Her smile is still perched on her lips, threatening to turn into a grin as Jinwoo pulls her into his arms. She rests a hand on his shoulder and lets the other slip into his. “Oh gosh, I’m getting soap all over your sh—”

He suddenly twirls her, making her stumble into his chest. “Jinwoo!”

“Told you I was only warming up, Angel,” he smirks.

She rolls her eyes playfully.

You give me love and affection I give you all my protection I'm trying to stay by your side 'til the day I die And you give me all of your loving And I give you all of my trust I know you'll never betray me or leave my side

He pulls her close, leading the dance—graceful and sure. She follows, her body remembering the rhythm before her mind catches up. Jinwoo studies her—smiling sweetly, sheepishly, gratefully—as if he’s her joy the way she is his.

'Cause I see your face when I'm sleeping I wake up grateful to breathe in The air you float through I wrote you a lullaby

“You’re getting good at this,” she comments. “When we danced to this song that night, you stepped on my dress.”

“That was one time. And I was distracted—trying to figure out how to propose to the prettiest, most demanding little princess.”

“Mm. Well, you did well. At proposing, I mean. Not so much at dancing.”

“But it seems the student has become the master, huh?”

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself. You still dance like a pengui—”

He suddenly dips her, and her breath hitches in her throat. She clutches him instinctively, fingers tightening as his strength holds her effortlessly—secure, unwavering. His gaze bears down on her from above, intense and unwavering, his face just inches away, lips parted as if caught between a whisper and a kiss. The scent of his aftershave lingers in the air, clean and familiar, while the sight of his long, pretty lashes stirs something reckless in her chest. Her senses reel, her heart pounding in fierce retaliation.

Jinwoo whispers with a smirk, “You were saying?”

“Oh, you're so—” He silences her with a kiss. Sweet. Romantic. It sends her heart spiraling. He brings her upright, guiding her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as they sway in perfect sync. Slow, deliberate. Never wanting it to end.

A song to sing on your pillow Swift as a swing on a willow My sweetest words are mere birds In your perfect sky

“You’re being sappy,” she says with a little grin.

“You like me sappy.”

“I love you. Every part of you. Your sappy side is just a bonus.”

“And who’s being sappy now?”

“Still you 'cause you started it,” she giggles. Her thumb brushes his cheekbone as she cups his face. “You know... when it’s just you and me like this, it’s easy to forget we have a child who’s ready to throw explosive tantrums any minute now.”

A tender smile graces his lips. “Do you miss it?”

“Just being the two of us?” She rests her head on his chest, feeling the vibration of his hum. “Sometimes. I love being a mother. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. But I also love being your wife. Your best friend. We haven’t had much time alone, have we? Just us. We always get interrupted. Remember last time?”

“Hmm, let’s see.” He pretends to think. “I had my head between your legs, and Beru barged in asking if it would make our daughter happier if he wore the aggressively pink dress instead of the normal pink one. Yeah, I remember.”

“You should be glad it wasn’t our daughter who walked in.”

“You should be glad I didn’t murder him.”

“Beru can’t die. He’s a shadow.”

“Oh, I’ll find a way.”

She laughs—loud, unrestrained. “Thank you, Jin.”

“For not killing him?”

“For romancing me out of chores and nearly making me puke from that dip,” she corrects with a jest, brushing his fringe from his eyes. “I needed this. This moment.”

“I needed this, too,” he murmurs, lips against her temple. “Hey, what if we went somewhere next weekend? Somewhere new. Secluded. I’ll book us a cottage on a private beach, and we can... you know.”

She narrows her eyes. “What, make love under the stars?”

He looks away, feigning innocence. “No. Just… stargazing.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“What? You love it.”

“I do.” She tightens her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to whisper, “Almost as much as I love being made love to by my husband.”

“I’ll book two nights.”

"Jin—"

"Three."

She giggles, shaking her head. “Where’s our daughter going to be?”

“I’ll book another cottage for Jinah and Jinho.”

“You’re going to make them babysit?”

“No. The high orcs will. They just need to check in now and then.”

“Right. Because Jinah is the one who can share senses with the orcs.”

“I’ll check too, obviously.” He leans in, grinning. “When I’m not too busy making love to my wife.”

She slaps his chest as he laughs.

“You act like this, Angel, but we both know you’ll be the one begging me.”

“I have never—” She stops when he arches a brow. “That was one time. Maybe two.”

“I think it was more than that, love.”

“Oh, be quiet.”

Baby, baby, you're my sun and moon Girl, you're everything between A lot of pretty faces could waste my time But you're my dream girl

“Jagiya.” She peeks up at him, smiling. “Sing for me?”

“You just told me to be quiet.”

She pinches his side. Jinwoo doesn’t flinch—just looks down at her, clearly amused. “Stop being annoying and do what your wife says.”

“Why don’t you say please first?”

“Unbelievable.”

“Be cute. Bat your eyelashes for me.”

“I’m going to kill you, actually.”

He just smirks, clearly enjoying himself.

She sighs, lips unconsciously pouting. “Jinwoo, please? I love your voice.”

“That’s because you’re biased.”

She wants to correct him, to say that no, anyone who’s heard you sing would say the same, but he already looks too smug. “I am. So sing, biased husband.”

“Always so demanding.” But he gives in easily.

You make flowers bloom Girl, you make the stars collide And I don't know what I did to get lucky like this But it sure feels fine.

His voice is warm and low, threaded with affection as his eyes stay locked on hers. She holds him like that, swaying gently, listening, her heart impossibly full. His hands remain gentle on her waist, thumb tracing small, affectionate circles against her back as he continues. She can’t seem to break away from his gaze—captivated, enamored, her heart fluttering with every line.

As the last chords linger in the air, Jinwoo gently reaches for the guitar resting nearby, settling down on the edge of the couch with her still close to his side. He cradles it easily, fingers finding the strings with practiced ease, seamlessly picking up the same tune.

“A sudden concert?” She wraps her arms around his shoulders from behind, resting her cheek against his head. “Just for me?”

“Just for you. Unless Beru starts humming along again, then I’ll kill him for real.”

“Let’s not turn our romantic moment into homicide.”

“I’ll try,” he chuckles. His fingers strum gently, the sound softer, more intimate—mirroring the same song but with something more personal stitched into every note.

He sings again, but this time—it’s not Anees’s lyrics. It’s his.

Something personal, just for her.

You wouldn't think that I'd find Somebody so beautiful and perfect like you You're out of this world and I got you I’m gonna do everything to keep you by my side Every day and every night Against the world, it’s you and I I'll keep you safe in these arms of mine All the time till the day that I die You're mine...

Her eyes begin to sting, her emotions no longer containable. It’s not just the lyrics and how heartfelt and honest they are—it’s the way he sings them, so soft, so sincere, as if it were the last song he could ever sing to her before the heavens took him away. And he wanted to say everything in this last song.

You're one of a kind and I'm happy that you're mine There's never a time when you're not running through my mind The feelings I feel for you I know It’s a feeling that comes once in a lifetime You're the rainbow after the rain You're the smile that's on my face You're my heaven on earth and my favorite place Baby, stay with me, always 'cause You're my sun and moon...

“Jin…” She tightens her embrace. “You’re going to ruin me…”

“I already did,” he smiles, turning his face just enough to kiss her cheek, his fingers still moving with quiet grace over the strings. “You want to hear the verse I wrote on the night I proposed to you? I was going to sing it to you, but after I heard you tell me you love me, I just… I had to rush it. I wanted to hear you say ��yes’ so badly, I couldn’t wait.”

She sniffles lightly. “Show me.”

He flashes her another smile, this time with a soft blush coating his cheeks. He sings:

I get this feeling that I need you, and I don’t care what they say I love this girl in so many ways I swear I can’t explain And if you ever question my love, know I won’t go astray The only thing I’m trying to change about you…

He turns toward her, his voice growing quieter with the last note. “…is your last name,” he finishes softly, his eyes falling to her lips—and her heart hammers against her ribs.

She kisses him, ardent and full of devotion. Jinwoo, with his eyes closed in bliss, sets the guitar aside, his arms winding around her waist, guiding her to his lap. He moans softly against her mouth, taking in her sweet taste, and she gives it, she gives him everything.

"I love you so much, Jin," she whispers, her voice cracking with emotions, fingers threading through his hair. The kiss deepens for a few more seconds before they start smiling, giggling against each other’s mouths.

They part slightly, but their gazes still linger. Their noses remain close enough to brush, and he takes the chance to nuzzle the tip of his against hers—cutely, boyishly, almost uncharacteristically so, given his usual stoic demeanor.

“I guess we are sappy today, huh?” she bashfully says as he tucks her hair behind her ear, and Jinwoo just smiles, kissing her one last time—light and chaste. “I would’ve said ‘yes’ and done so many other things to you had you sung that to me that night.”

He chuckles, but when he gazes at her again, his thumb stroking just beneath her eye, there’s no amusement—only affection, only tenderness.

“You know you’re stuck with me forever, right?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Good.” She tangles her arms around his neck. “Cause I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

His fingers brush through her hair, ready to pull her in for another kiss before—

“Mommy! Daddy!”

They both turn as their daughter comes sprinting into the room, arms outstretched, cheeks flushed and grinning. Beru follows behind her proudly, wings folded and eyes sparkling—in his Queen Elsa costume. Jinwoo would’ve grimaced at the sight, but after witnessing the heresy for two weeks straight, he’s grown immune to it.

“A wondrous performance, my liege! Might I entreat thee to render Let It Go next? I have honed mine own voice, and by my otherworldly song, shall move the very heavens to weep!”

Jinwoo's jaw twitches.

“Don’t kill him, Jin.”

“I’m trying.”

“Look what I made!” the little princess beams, holding up two tiny flower crowns—one a little crooked, one laced with bits of icy shimmer. “One for Mommy,” she says, placing it delicately on her mother’s head. “And one for Daddy!”

Jinwoo lowers himself to her level, solemnly accepting his crown, then looks at his wife. “How do I look?”

“Regal,” she grins. “Like the Ice King of backyard kingdoms.”

“And you,” he returns to his feet, snatching his wife by the waist and tapping her flower crown, “are my Queen.”

Their daughter squeals with delight. “Does that make me the princess?”

“The absolute ruler of this entire kingdom,” Jinwoo says seriously, bowing. Her giggles ring through the air as she jumps into his arms, hard enough to make him—a national level-hunter—stumble. Carrying her in one hand, he pulls his wife closer with the other, planting a light kiss on their foreheads. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

Beru tears up at the sight of the happy scenery. “Long live the crown,” he declares amidst his sobs.

Jinwoo flatly stares. “And what are you supposed to be?”

“Ah, glad am I that thou didst inquire.” Beru performs a majestic twirl, his ice-blue, frilly dress flaring in the air. “I am an enchantress of ice from a realm far beyond thine own: Queen Berusa!” He bows dramatically. “Prithee, lend thine ears, for I shall now deliver mine own rendering of Let It Go—”

“No,” Jinwoo and his wife deadpan in perfect sync.

Beru pouts, and another wave of laughter erupts.

Pressed together with smiles, flower crowns, and a morning full of music—it was easy to believe that happiness could be this simple. Jinwoo glances at the piano, the last note of his song still echoing in his memory—not in melody, but in her voice, her laugh, their daughter’s joy.

And in that moment, he realizes—

This was the song.

His love, his promise, his forever—playing out in laughter and little footsteps, in flower crowns and soft kisses.

A lifetime’s worth of music in a single morning.

***

Notes: for the final verse, I got the lyrics from this beautiful cover

[jinusajas]

02/06/25; 05:22pm

sung jinwoo x fem.reader

thinking about meeting sung jinwoo for the first time during college.

despite your university being a larger school, you always took notice of a tall young man with startling, grey eyes named sung jinwoo. he seemed kind enough while sporting a smile that seemed to be as mysterious as the moonlight (not quite reaching his eyes, but always captivating nonetheless.) he was quite popular among your female peers, often being the object of their affections as they tried to gain his attention (almost desperately.)

of course, you were all too aware of how achingly charming jinwoo was: devastatingly handsome while being the star track runner for your university’s team, even if you had the courage to speak to him, there was no way in hell that he’d even remember such a closed off girl like you.

so, you did your best to avoid jinwoo’s line of sight, and it worked for the time being-

that is, until you ended up being in the same philosophy course with him. you had found that out when you had taken your seat in the back row, only to feel your heart physically drop when jinwoo entered the same classroom with a few of his friends.

you duck behind your philosophy textbook, mentally cursing yourself. you really didn’t want to be close to jinwoo, since you had no desire to even get a glimpse of his personality (fearing that you’ll end up yearning for him like the others did.) as you debated with yourself whether to switch out or not, in the end, you chose to stick around, realizing that you didn’t look pretty enough to capture his attention to begin with.

so, the semester was calm for the most part. your philosophy class only met every monday, wednesday, and friday, so it wasn’t like jinwoo would take notice of you during those class times. in fact, he seemed to enjoy talking with his friends, jinho and mincheol, the majority of the time. in a way, you were happy to be able to keep your peace.

that is until one day, you realize that jinwoo had forgotten one of his belongings in class. the sleek black phone was settled on his desk-

and you were the only one that was left behind.

you pace around the classroom, wondering how jinwoo could leave behind something so important like his phone! your eyes kept glancing at his phone, feeling like it was mocking you, since you weren’t cruel enough to leave it behind.

letting out a shuddering breath, you take jinwoo's phone and began your search for the star student, heading outside of the humanities building as you looked helplessly from side to side. despite not having a single clue where he would be, you find yourself walking towards the library. perhaps if you were lucky, you'd be able to find jinwoo studying somewhere.

you enter the library, the scent of printed paper bound into a variety of tomes filling your senses as you began your search for jinwoo. yet when you saw him settled on a table just a few feet away from the library's entrance-

you had a sneaking suspicion that he had been waiting for you.

with a shake of your head, you hold his phone in a tighter manner, walking up to jinwoo as you softly called out to him. "jinwoo?"

he was writing something in his notebook, with his gloved hand settled beside him. he sees your approaching figure and smiles, saying your name in such a gentle tone that it causes the heat to rise to your cheeks. you cough and quickly settle his phone next to him. "y-you left this behind in class."

a series of rich chuckles was heard coming from his parted lips, "is that so? my apologies for being so forgetful then." although he attempted to sound sincere, there was a subtle smirk that graces his features, letting you know that he had intentionally done this-

but for what reason, you couldn't say for sure.

taking a polite step back, you give jinwoo a stiff bow, "w-well, that's all i wanted to do. if you'll excuse me."

not even waiting for his reply, you turn yourself away from him, becoming dimly aware of the sounds of a chair moving as a warm grip felt on your wrist prevents you from moving forward. "wait." you heard his voice in your ear now, making you tremble as you tried to calm down your rapidly beating heart.

time felt like it had stood still when jinwoo slowly turns you around to face him, molten silver eyes drinking in your sheepish expression as he places the pad of his thumb on your bottom lip. you tremble at the sensation of his touch on your skin, feeling like your knees would give in any minute now from witnessing the smug expression on his stupidly handsome face.

"you're always trying to avoid me, it's cute, but at the same time..." jinwoo trails off, his hand now gripping at your chin so that you were fully looking at him, "it bothers me."

words failed you, with your mouth opening and closing as you struggled to find the right things to say. instead, jinwoo just smiles at you, hands caressing at your cheek before confessing to you, "the more you try to hide away from me, the more it fuels my need to chase after you. you're... so different from anyone else i've ever met. quiet, yet kind and beautiful."

your breath hitches in response to his words, earning another grin from jinwoo as he slowly frames at your face with his two hands, "i knew i had to trap you somehow, to get you to notice me... so... i took advantage of your kindness and left my phone behind, knowing that you'll return it back to me."

jinwoo continues to captivate you, and you felt your heart already becoming ensnared by his charm when he leans down to press a kiss against your lips. it was a chaste kiss, one that was no heavier than dew as you felt the sparks begin to fly from beneath your closed eyelids.

and when jinwoo takes a hold of your hand while settling your form next to him, interlocking his fingertips with yours, you knew that you could never get away from him-

not minding this fact one bit as jinwoo tied himself to your life.

end notes: a quick fluffshot for jinwoo before i post my next story

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all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[freaktoru]

── .✦ sung jinwoo as your boyfriend !

headcannons here

all pics from pinterest!

[thatlotuscookie]

can u write some jong-in hcs where like what he does to help you feel better whenn you're on your period? im on my cycle rn and its so painful i need some comfort. ty!

✧･ﾟ: a/n: this is too real, please feel better anon! jong-in is so underrated <33

Choi Jong-In x Female!Reader (period hcs)

He Notices Right Away

Jong-In is observant, and I mean OBSERVANT. He immediately notices when you're feeling off—whether it's from the way you move, the look in your eyes, the way you turn a tad bit quieter or how you clutch your lower stomach. He's not one to let you hide your pain from him, even if you're trying to be brave about it. He'll stop whatever he's doing to make sure you're okay and offer comfort before you even have the chance to say anything.

Staying Home to Care for You

Will stay home from his regular duties at the Hunter Guild just to be with you. Even though he's still on call, the other hunters know to leave him be. He'll handle any urgent matters as soon as he can, but for now, it's all about taking care of you. You’re his priority, and he won't let you handle things by yourself.

Handling the Chores

He takes over the chores, making sure everything is cleaned up, from doing the dishes to making the bed. He doesn't mind the work—he's happy to help you relax and rest. Sometimes, he might even play some calming music while he works to keep the mood peaceful. It’s his way of creating a calm and comforting environment for you to rest.

Cooking Meals that are Good for You

When it comes to food, he makes sure to cook you meals that will help you feel better, especially those rich in iron, like a juicy steak or a hearty stew with other meats. He'll make sure you have enough to eat to help restore your energy while keeping your mood up. He’ll even make extra portions, just in case you get hungry later, and bring them to you so you don’t have to get up.

Warm Drinks & Careful Attention

If you need something soothing, Jong-In will make sure to prepare it for you. Whether it’s ginger tea, chamomile, or just some warm milk, he’ll hand it to you, making sure it’s the perfect temperature. He’ll watch you drink it, making sure you’re comfortable.

Staying Close Without Pressuring You

Jong-In is a man of few words, but when you're in pain, he’s there with you, staying close without trying to pressure you to talk. He’ll keep you company, and if you’re ever feeling overwhelmed, he’ll softly say, “You’re okay, I’m here.”

Handling Mood Swings with Patience

He knows that your mood might shift during this time, and he’s patient with you. If you get a little snappy, he won’t take it personally. He lets you cool off and waits quietly until you’re ready. He understands, and he’ll always be there to support you without pushing.

Watching Your Favorite Shows Together

Jong-In knows you might not have the energy to do anything else, so he’ll sit beside you and watch your favorite movies or shows. He’s content just being with you, helping you relax and enjoy a little distraction from everything else.

Feeding You Comfort Food

He’s already paying attention to your cravings (whether it’s chocolate, salty snacks, or a comforting bowl of soup). Jong-In has probably already started preparing your favorite snack, ready to bring it over with a smile and a quiet, “Eat up, you need the energy.” You don’t have to worry about anything—he’s got it all figured out.

Bringing You Hot Water Bottles

If you’re dealing with cramps, Jong-In will make sure you always have a warm water bottle nearby. He knows exactly where to place it and how to adjust it so you feel the most relief. His hands are gentle as he makes sure everything is just right.

Taking Care of You at Bedtime

When it’s time for bed, Jong-In will make sure you're as comfortable as possible. He’ll stay by your side, holding you close while you sleep. If you’re having trouble falling asleep, he might hum softly, helping you drift off peacefully. His goal is simple: make sure you get the rest you need.

The cramping hit you harder than usual that morning. It felt like someone had set a pan right in your uterus and was twisting it with a vengeance. You couldn't help but curl up on the couch, clutching your stomach and trying to breathe through the pain.

Jong-In didn’t take long to notice. He walked in from the kitchen, eyes immediately going to the way you were holding yourself, the tightness in your face, and the slight shudder every time the cramp hit. Without a word, he went straight to the drawer and pulled out the heating pad.

"Here," he said softly, carefully placing it on your stomach. The heat spread quickly, soothing the aching muscles, and you let out a little sigh of relief, finally feeling some comfort. Jong-In sat beside you, his hand gently resting on your lower back, rubbing it in soft, rhythmic circles.

"How bad is it?" he asked, his voice calm but filled with concern.

"Just... a lot of cramping," you mumbled, wishing it would just end already. The feeling of something being twisted inside you, like a cruel reminder that your body was literally punishing you for not having a baby.

"I’ll take care of you today," he said, his tone never wavering. "You just relax."

You leaned against him, feeling his warmth seep into your skin. You could already feel the heat from the pad start to ease the pan-like pressure in your abdomen. He didn’t push for conversation, just stayed close, offering his silent support. You closed your eyes, letting the quiet moment surround you, focusing only on the comforting feeling of his touch and the warmth of the heating pad.

A little while later, he handed you a cup of ginger tea, warm and soothing. "This will help with the nausea," he said gently. You took a sip, savoring the warmth and the kindness in his voice.

“Thank you,” you whispered, a quiet smile tugging at your lips. He was always so attuned to your needs, always knowing just what to do.

Jong-In chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “You don’t have to thank me. Just get some rest, okay? I’ll handle everything.”

[angelltheninth]

Could I request Jinwoo's lover telling him how much he means to her in public? If she had to choose between saving her partner or the world she'd choose the latter. Why? Because he is her world—no, her whole universe, and she would never trade him for anything else.

Mhm, Jingwoo deserves the world though, he's so precious.

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, public display of affection, blushing, praise, kissing, devotion

Ko-Fi | Rules | Fandoms and Characters | Commissions

A/N: In season 2 Jingwoo might as well be my whole world. Season 2 is so damn good!

Jinwoo still blushes easily when you're out together

Really not hard to fluster him but you figured out the best way to do it is to tell him how much you value him

It wasn't your plan to do it in public but when he showed up with flowers for you because he was late for your date, well... you simply couldn't help yourself

You had to shower him in affection

For you it was never a question if you would, this was just extra reason to

Since before he became stronger you were protective of him

That is still the case, even though he doesn't need it you still glare at people who dare to make fun of your boyfriend for almost missing your date

Blushes when he hears how lovingly you talk about him

Honestly you would praise him for the smallest things

Deciding to fluster him even more you cup his cheeks and pull him into a kiss, hearing him gasp into it

Never before has he been so flustered, or kissed in public really

He should never feel bad for being late

After all he was here wasn't he, nothing to feel bad about

When you find out that the reason he was late was because he was trying to stop an accident your heart melts even more

An act of kindness is something he should never be sorry for

If you had to choose him or the world of course you would choose him

Not because you don't think everyone else isn't worth saving

Rather because Jingwoo is your whole world, and you would do anything for him, no matter the cost

He isn't quite sure how to feel about that, but nevertheless he can't deny that he's happy about mattering that much to someone

[themissinghand]

Solo Leveling Mochi Cat

Requested by: @vereimeja

Request: m!y/n gets the "harmless soft boi" treatment from his fans, even though there's proof of him slaughtering an orc with his bare hands. this is mostly because he tends to be quiet, as he's usually too bothered to speak, and because he's short and often wears oversized sweaters for comfort, as he doesn't like tight clothing. someone also somehow got a picture of him being healed by Beru, who is like 8 feet tall (?), which only fueled the fire. If someone were to treat him like that in real life, he'd just,,, stare.

Summary: In which Jinwoo never thought of getting a cat until he met you. 

Or, it just happens that you don’t look like the typical hunter, just the opposite of that actually. 

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x M! Reader

Note: Thanks for your patience!

Warnings: Lots of fluff :)

★・・・・・・★

Sung Jinwoo met and saw a lot of hunters in action. 

Even now, when all he sees is S-Class hunters, he could match the face to their power quite easily as it seems to fit. Same with their name and title, whether notorious or famous, Jinwoo didn’t have any trouble finding them in the crowd. 

Thomas Andre and Liu Zhigang, for example, fit his image of a S-Class hunter quite well. 

That is until he met you, or as others call you, “Mochi Cat”.”

Why? Because you were cute, short, and soft, and Jinwoo thought your fans must be crazy. Some of your fans even included some of the S-Class hunters. 

Perhaps you were more of an idol than a hunter. 

But he had to admit though, your photos were kinda cute. Just kinda.

It was during the Jeju Island S-Rank Gate mission, where he gathered with the Korean and Japanese hunters, was when he first saw you. 

At first, his impression of you was akin to those of everyone else, mediocre and quite frankly, disappointing. 

You were short, and wore an oversized sweater as if you were a student that woke up from their tutoring class. You looked like a middle school boy who had not grown up. 

With your nonchalant and silent attitude despite the provocations from the Japanese team, Jinwoo believed that you did not care. 

Until you were forced to. 

In a face off, he watched you immediately crush your enemy with pure destructive power. Without using any weapons, you smashed their heads to the ground, successfully KO’ed them without any warning. He must admit, he didn’t expect the image of you standing above two of your enemies while sucking on a lollipop. 

Then, he saw you snap your head around and send him a look. 

Ah, it looks like he was caught. 

You stared for another few seconds before you hopped off, and wiped your face with your long, long sleeve, which somehow covered your entire face. 

Yea, Jinwoo could definitely see the cat now.

“Stop staring at me like that, both you and your friends.” Jinwoo blinked when he looked down at you, who sent him an annoyed look, before walking (floating) away. 

Your words took a moment to process, and he immediately snapped around and tried to reach you, but you were already hidden in the center of all the other tall hunters, preventing him from reaching you. 

For the next few rounds, Jinwoo wanted to get your attention, but it seems like only his match interested you. Other than that, you had the same bored expression on your face, even when you had someone talking to you.

“Hey, (Y/N) right?” You purposely turn slowly to meet him (and was that a disgusted look?), and Jinwoo extends a hand for you to shake.

“My name is Sung Jinwoo.” You shake his hand hesitantly, before nodding. 

“Would you like to eat dinner together-”

“No.” Without another thought, you rejected the offer, and walked away, leaving him in the dust. 

Ha. 

There’s a first for everything. 

But if you could see his shadows, there must be more to you than he thought. 

Jinwoo is not stalking you. 

He is using his shadows to monitor you, making sure you don’t do anything out of his expectations.

Which oddly enough, is happening. 

Because all he does is see you get surrounded by fans cooing at how cute you are, to you sleeping on rooftops in your oversized hoodies. 

Jinwoo doesn’t understand how you and he could possibly be the same age. 

Did you not hit puberty? 

“Why are you following me?” Jinwoo felt his lips twitch up in amusement when one of your eyes pop open in annoyance and glare at him. 

“I’m curious.” 

“Don’t.” Before you get up and cross your arms. 

Jinwoo finally see the reason why you have so many fans, because everything you do look cute and childish, due to your outfit choices and nonchalant personality. 

What he also found out was how much you hated that kind of attention, but didn’t want to take the initiative to fix it, creating this infinite loop. 

“You’re injured, but you don’t treat it.” No response, just stares. 

“Beru. Come out.” Even when Beru comes out of the shadow, nothing changes, if anything, you become more vigilant. It made Jinwoo more curious as to how you got your powers and what is making you act this way,

“Beru can heal you.”

Without any response, Jinwoo took it as a sign of acceptance, so when he approached you, he resisted the urge to pat you on the head like he would do to his little sister. 

Within a few seconds, the blood was gone, and he received a nod in thanks. 

“What do you want.” 

Very blunt and curt, something Jinwoo doesn’t dislike. But, do you not like to talk to him or something? Did he do something wrong?

Jinwoo chose to push aside the doubt.

“I’m thinking of making a guild, and I want you to join.” There was silence in the air as he awaited your answer. 

“...maybe.” That was enough for Jinwoo. 

Once again, he shook your hand.

Then, he suddenly felt someone watching the two of you, and he turned around, only to see a reporter bowing happily before running away. 

Jinwoo was confused, until the next day, he saw the hunter news. 

It was the tiny you, beside him and the even more gigantic Beru. 

You really looked like a cat in the face of two giants. 

Jinwoo could already imagine the look of disgust on your face, the little scrunch of your nose and eye roll. He could also see you reading the news in the bed, and simply throwing your phone to the wall before going back to bed. 

“Oppa, do you also follow Hunter (Y/N) too? I love him! He's so strong but also so cute!” Jinah shoved her phone in front of him and he saw your fan page. 

“Mochi Cat”

Below were updates and threads, and even galleries with photos of you. 

“Oppa, I saw you were together with him too! Is he really that small compared to you?” 

Jinwoo thought back and with a little chuckle, he patted his little sister’s head. 

“Yea, he is.” 

Maybe he should invite you over sometime, Jinwoo had no doubts that his Mom would treat you like a child too.

That would be fun to watch you struggle and get annoyed.

 

“How does this happen?” 

“Don’t.” You looked completely dead inside when you showed up to the guild office, and sat on the other side of the couch from him.

“You are able to rip an orc and an ant with your bare heads but people think you’re cute when you do that?”

A sharp glare, but Jinwoo couldn’t be scared of you when you just looked like a grumpy cat.

“What if you changed your outfit?” Jinho suggested with stars in his eyes, for the past few days since you’ve joined, he had always tried to get you to change. 

“No.” With a flat rejection, he could only shrink back to his desk and sigh.

“It is one way to change the public opinion.”

“No. They’re uncomfortable.”

Jinwoo sighed, and unconsciously reached over and pat his head. Even when you move away and push his hand aside, he couldn’t help but tease you.

“You know, you might be more popular than me, ‘Mochi Cat’.”

“Shut up.” 

“Can we adopt him Mom?” 

“Only if he agrees-”

“No.” 

“But oppa! I wanted a cat before and-”

“Jinah, let’s listen to ‘Mochi Cat’.”

“Shut up.”

JInwoo laughed, why get a cat when you can get a cat in a person?

"You should meow for your fans."

Jinwoo could never forget the look of horror on your face, followed by a look of disgust.

"Is that what you're into?"

Jinwoo chose to only gave a little smile, and instead pat your head.

"Of course not."

"Then wipe that smirk off."

"Sure sure..."

"Sung Jinwoo..."

"Oh, scary."

Jinwoo's cheek had a red imprint for the rest of the day, giving everyone else a field day for pissing off the one and only, "Mochi Cat".

[pupkashi]

green is definitely not jinwoo’s color // jinwoo figures out he’s a jealous boyfriend

a/n: thank u to the person who requested this i <3 this little micro trope mweheh ,, let me know was u guys think feedback is very appreciated :3 !!!

warnings: alcohol mentions (reader takes shots and is drunk), slight manhwa spoilers (beru mention + his aura being purple instead of blue :P)

sung jinwoo never knew if he was a jealous boyfriend, he’d never been in a relationship long enough to figure it out. sure he got jealous of other hunters, but that’s just because he envied their strength. but now? there was nothing for him to be jealous of, he was stronger than any of them could’ve dreamed of becoming. he had more than enough money, he had his family and of course he had you.

“you sure you don’t wanna come with?” you ask your lover one last time, looking at him through the reflection of the mirror. jinwoo was watching you with a loving look on his face, humming as if in thought before shaking his head.

“baby you do remember i can’t get drunk, right?” a chuckle leaving his lips. you can’t help but roll your eyes at him.

“yes i know, but that’s doesn’t mean you can’t have a good time!” you turn and look at him, taking a couple steps closer to him and intertwining your fingers with his. “it’ll be fun! my friends have been wanting to actually meet you.”

“I have actually met them” jinwoo retorts, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“you said hi and then teleported away like two seconds later” the serious look on your face is enough for him to sigh in defeat, letting his head rest on your shoulder. “plus they’re gonna be bar hopping we can just stay in one spot or come home when your battery is drained.”

“okay fine I’ll go” he mumbles against you, smiling when you let out a small cheer.

an hour later and the two of you are arriving at the bar, music blasting in your ears and a smile on your face as you meet your friends and a couple of their partners. the night goes smoothly, with jinwoo even joining in for a couple shots just for the hell of it, smiling when you bat your lashes and beg him to get you some water.

jinwoo is more than happy to, squeezing your waist and heading to the bar. he was gone for three minutes at most, turning around and finding some guy chatting it up with you. his grip on the water tightens, one of the cups being crushed in his hand. his eyes glow purple for a second before trying to calm himself down, beru appearing for a second and asking if his liege would allow him the honor of cutting down the enemy.

he would be lying if he didn’t contemplate it, gobsmacked as to why some random man would think he was deserving of you. the thought of the stranger even-

you give the man a small smile, laughing at whatever joke or pick up line he told you. jinwoo feels a pang in his heart as he sees you laugh, was he funny? did you think he was attractive? was he jealous? if you were to look at him in that moment he’s sure you’d see green around him rather than the usual purple aura.

“you come here alone? I could show you a great time” the guy winks, its makes jinwoo want to gouge his eyes out. your boyfriend wastes no time in walking over to you, announcing himself as soon as he was in ear shot.

“sorry i took so long sweetheart” he says, emphasizing the pet name and staring down the man talking to you. you were too drunk to notice the daggers jinwoo was sending the man, instead smiling up at your boyfriend and wrapping your arms around him.

“jinny! this is- what was it again?” you mumble, giving the man a confused look, “anyway i think he was trying to flirt with me” you say, turning to your boyfriend and watching as his jaw clenched. you could feel his muscles flexing even underneath his shirt. as shit faced as you were, the sheer anger and jealousy radiating off of him was enough to make you sober up a bit.

jinwoo snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and squinting his eyes at the man. “oh is that so?” he hums, you just giggle.

“see? i have a boyfriend, you don’t need to show me a great time” you grumble, jinwoo’s ears perking up at your statement, sheer rage coursing through his veins.

“you said that?” his voice low and angry as he kept eye contact with the man, who was now trying to find a way out of the situation. the space around jinwoo seemed to be warping from his anger, causing the man’s eyes to widen.

“n-nah man i was joking! im sorry” he laughed nervously, taking a couple steps back and profusely apologizing before running out of the bar.

jinwoo huffs after the man is out of sight, focusing back on you and pulling you into him by the waist. the action makes your heart flutter, smiling widely when jinwoo crashes his lips into yours.

your inebriated state doesnt stop you from moving your lips against him, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him closer to you, a small whimper leaving your lips as he bites down on your bottom lip. you giggle into the kiss and pull away, smiling wider when jinwoo chases after your lips for more.

“easy tiger, nothing to be jealous ‘bout” you tease, swaying slightly and stumbling as you took a step back. jinwoo catches you immediately, helping steady you and leaving his arm around you (both out of support for you and the possessiveness control his body.)

“not jealous” his cheeks are flushed red and he doesn’t even believe himself as the words leave his mouth, “who does the even think he is” he growls, knuckles white as he clenches his fist.

you can’t help but get flustered, the sight of a jealous jinwoo making you swoon. “how ‘bout we get home” you mumble, resting your head on his chest and closing your eyes for a second to try and make the room slow down a bit.

a couple seconds later the room seems to go silent, making you open your eyes and look around you. the thumping bass and crowded floor was gone, replaced by the comforting silence of your living room.

“god i love you” you sigh, clinging onto jinwoo as he helps you to the restroom, a drunken smile on your face as he helps you change and brush your teeth.

the two of you are in bed in no time, and you’re talking about something you won’t remember in the morning. jinwoo is relishing in it, his eyes tracing your every feature and committing every inflection in your voice to memory.

“and you said you weren’t a jealous boyfriend” you tease, laughing louder than you expected to, making you bury your face in jinwoo’s chest. your comment makes his face flush, a sheepish smile making its way onto his lips.

“i didn’t think i was, but seeing another guy talk to you-” jinwoo pauses, calming himself down and looking at you, “you’re mine, only mine.” the statement makes your stomach flip, a giggle leaving your lips as you hum happily.

“only yours my woo woo bear” the nickname makes you burst into a fit of laughter, jinwoo can’t help but smile at you, chuckling and holding you closer. “you’re too hot when you’re jealous, can’t have anyone else looking at what’s mine,” your words catch jinwoo by surprise.

he opens his mouth to speak, stopping when he realizes you were already out cold. he lets out a small sigh, smiling and pressing a kiss to your forehead before letting himself close his eyes and sleep.

sung jinwoo realized he is a jealous boyfriend, a certain degree of possessiveness coming to life when it came to you. anytime the two of you went out, no one dared to flirt with you, not when the worlds most intimating 6’3 man has his arm around you and anyone who thinks of making a move on you gets a bone chilling glare from glowing purple eyes.

you pretend to not realize it, knowing damn well you weren’t any better when it came to jinwoo.

[queenendless]

●○•°Okay°•○●

A/n: I'm doing my best to get that TWST post up, sorry about that and my lame excuses. I needed to cope and vent write about my newest comfort character and yes its Jinwoo.

Sung Jinwoo x F!Adult!Reader

CW: Personal content including chronic pains, feet flare ups, menstrual periods, hints of depression, hurt/comfort, fluffy romance and a small mention of Jinwoo's VA.

Dreams of a dark wavy haired young man that kissed you persistently in your cheek repeatedly made you crave more. Those curvy lips, that goofy smile, this endearing presence.

Waking up from those fun filled dreams where you're free from those chronic neuroimmune pains, back in your agonizing reality, it makes you break down more than ever before.

Woeful sobs leave your trembling lips.

The shadows of your frame wobble around from underneath, taking a life of their own.

Your worn out blanket hugs your shaky fame as you sat in that bed, suffocating from despair.

“Y/n?”

That cool and calm voice wavered when seeing your blotchy face and your flared up limbs. You couldn't look him in the eye.

He pieced it all together swiftly. His frame blurring up in a moment. Wrapping his arms around your shoulders and under your knees, all to have your legs draped over his lap, he sat with you on your lonely bed. Neither his hood nor his bangs could hide his concerned gaze.

“My cream isn't effective enough, my compresses keep leaking and are running out, and the AC in here isn't feeling cool enough to calm these feet down!” You ranted against his shoulder as he rubbed up and down your arm and in circles on your back.

“I knew I should have left you with my sister.” He muttered, kicking himself in the shin for his poor decision.

“I'm a poor broke burden.” You moped.

“You are not a burden, you hear me? You're my everything.” His firm tender words only made you sniffle and whimper more. “I should have been here with you from the start.”

“Jinwoo, I'm a fucking mess.” The front of his dark hoodie dampens with tears and snot but he couldn't care less about the stains. “You're busy with work, off saving the world and — and I can barely make it through days like this!”

His grey blue eyes rippled with tears at your vulnerability. His gentle shushing fills your ears as his voice already begins to sway your downtrodden self. “You're sick, angel. There's no shame in that.”

He rocked you side to side as you melded into his secure self when he spotted your hand pressed against your abdomen. The flare of cramps your Shadow sent through his own made his eyes widen, incredulous. “You're on your cycle too?”

"I ruined my last dark pair! I only got whites left! The stains show too much!" Your pitying muffled whines was enough confirmation to make it the final straw.

“Alright, that's it. You're coming home with me and that's final. Exchange.”

000

Curled up on the plush living room couch, your blanket still draped around you, Jinah's heating pad pressed against your tum tum, four cool compresses layering your feet resting against the couch arm, you watched anime to pass the time.

“I can't believe I forgot I had your backup supplies here for this exact scenario. Guess we're both out of it today, huh?” Jinwoo's light tone wafts through the room as he's busy cooking dinner for you three.

“You've been busy. Dungeon raiding, getting stronger, the works … I should have told you.” You guiltily confess.

“My lower back, my hips, my womb!” You dramatically exclaimed to his exasperated self. “Otherwise, I'm peachy.”

“I would have dropped everything if you called.” He easily zipped up to you in the blink of an eye – inhuman speedy your love is – to kiss you. “How are you holding up?”

“Ah Jinwoo. You'll never fully understand a woman's pain.” Jinah pointed out as she came out of the steamy bathroom, freshly washed up, elbowing her older brother in his ribs.

“Sibling pain is just as much a hassle.” He gently bumped his shoulder against hers in passing.

“I'm just glad you finally admitted you were seeing someone this whole time! Girl power!” Jinah giving you a shoulder hug from behind got you melting in her accepting embrace; Jinwoo's tender gaze meeting you over her shoulder.

“Oh yeah, I had a strangely nice dream earlier today.” Jinwoo's distracted hum reached you as he washed dishes. Jinah sat on the couch chair, invested in your words. “I was seeing someone else.”

The screech those words caused in his mind made him freeze.

Jinah tensed up, beading up some sweat as she saw her brother gripping the edges of the counter. The sweet soft boy he used to be is no more. Even she can feel the foreboding dark aura as an angry mark showed on his forehead, his veins flexing as he started sending cracks in the material.

“He had dark wavy hair, tan skin, but he sounded just like Jinwoo.” You mused, dazedly smiling at the faint memory of it. “But I already have the best partner in all of creation and imma wife him up so good~!”

Jinah giggled in her hand whereas the sudden shift in the air followed by Jinwoo appearing right behind the couch was already a stark reminder of how much he's changed, especially behaviorally.

“Likewise.” He cradled your noggin as he kissed your crown. “Now sweetie, why don't you go shower up and change before you eat, okay? Then you can rest up in my room and I'll give you a massage later.”

“Aw, the big bad S rank is a cuddly teddy bear inside, isn't he?” Jinah teased as you took some spare PJs of Jinah's she loaned and headed off to shower and change your pad.

“Shut it, you.” He pinched her cheek painfully, her squirming self struggling against his firm grip before releasing her pouting face as she held her pinched red cheek.

“Aw come on. You letting her stay with us clearly means wedding bells coming sooner or later. You're going the extra mile and everything. Definitely male wife material. Kudos bro.” Jinah thumbs-up to that.

“You're not allowed to marry until after you graduate medical school and that's final.” Jinwoo's dead panned face expression arrives.

“You've been cramming that in my head for months already! I get it!” Jinah griped.

A lukewarm shower, a filling dinner, and a sensual massage along your lower back and hips later, you melted from euphoria in the end.

Jinwoo's dark coolly ventilated bedroom gave you comfort as your neuropathy cream – and lots of it – finally kicked in for your weary feet as the overall atmosphere started calming them down. Laying atop the bed comforter with your favorite blanket draping your curling frame, your heating pad at work on your abdomen with pain relievers running through your system, Jinwoo's faint musky scent fills your senses from the pillows stacked beneath your fuzzy head finally conked you out.

The shadows swirled and twisted as Jinwoo finally came to bed and embraced you from behind; the fragrances of the ocean mixed with floral scents from the shower he just took brought hums outta you, slightly stirring you awake.

“Jin … Woo … my guardian angel.” Turning off your heating pad and dropping it on the floor, you rolled around to snuggle against your living heating pad. “My heaven.”

His eyes crinkled in the corners, chuckling deeply, before dotting your face with light kisses, running his fingers through your hair, rubbing his fingertips soothingly against your scalp.

“I'm sorry I left you all alone. I should have been with you from the start.”

“You're here now, that's what matters. Not a dream.”

He hummed, grinning against your forehead. “So that was me you saw in your dream?”

“A version of you … a sweet goofball … but I have the real thing. And I love you more than anything.” You nuzzled your face against his collarbone, leaving a peck or two at his veiny lean neck.

“Your Monarch loves you too. Always.” He laughed a bit lightly, his hand rubbing circles along your lower back underneath your borrowed pajama top.

Your pounding head made you whine weakly so he kissed your forehead, rubbing your cranium slowly with his other hand, letting you rest on his chest.

“I'll procure the Elixir of Life. And once I've cured my mom with it, then I'll help you too. I will do everything within my power to take away your pain.”

His cooing voice was lulling you back to sleep.

“You're safe here with me. You can rest easy now. The darkness is mine to command so I won't let you be scared of it anymore. It'll protect you from all harm and so will I, at all costs.”

“My hero.” You whisper against where his beating heart rests, your eyes matted with tears of joy, your stress and tension leaving your mind.

“I'll help you get better, Y/n, I promise. And I'll be right here when you wake up. I love you so much. Never forget that. Okay?” Jinwoo felt choked up saying such things against your soft face, his own teary eyes meeting yours, as he kept you close to him, secured in his arms.

You don't want to be anywhere else.

He is your greatest comfort, after all.

“Okay.”

[colorfulrook]

"Arise," Jinwoo's tone was cold as he looked over the corpses of the monsters in the dungeon. The creatures stared back, their auras buzzing in confusion as to why their new master was still angered despite having just won the battle.

"My liege, none of these servants know the location of our beloved queen," murmured Beru. He could feel that his Monarch's restlessness was starting to take a toll.

It had been one week since you disappeared, one week since Jinwoo felt that the shadows he left with you were torn away, leaving him unable to reach you instantly. The dungeon that you were supposed to clear with your party was nowhere to be found, leaving not only Jinwoo but your guild master in a state of alarm.

Jinwoo's gaze lingered on the ring on his finger. His desperation to find you was becoming more and more frustrating, and the old feeling of not being strong enough was threatening to emerge once again, angering him.

"Beru, Igris, remain here until the dungeon closes. Scout the whole area. If there is anything that could help us find her, bring it to me," commanded the hunter as he walked away, Bellion following after.

"My lord, I suspect the other monarchs are behind it. Finding her won't be easy, nor will seeing the state she will be in," the wise shadow spoke. While it was true that you were strong enough to take care of yourself, no one could tell what you were enduring if you were indeed at the mercy of their enemies, especially the monarchs.

"After I find (Y/n), there won't be any monarch to worry about. That much you can be sure of," assured Jinwoo before pausing outside the dungeon. Cold eyes stilled on the single corpse on the ground. Shadows rapidly dispatched around him as he looked for any kind of threat, only to be met with the silent mockery that was the abandoned body in front of him.

The state of it—ravaged and mangled almost beyond recognition—made his breath hitch in his throat. Dread crept up his spine as he searched for any signs of you. A strange sense of relief washed over him. The body wasn't yours, but that of a mage who had been in your party the day you disappeared. Soyee was her name, if he remembered correctly.

Beru returned by his side after flying around the zone.

"My liege, there are no signs of enemies nearby. Whoever left this body is not here anymore. I am truly sorry," the ant kneeled and examined the body.

"Do not worry, Beru," comforted his king, his gaze fixed on the blue notification above the corpse. "Hunter Soyee is going to help us find her... Arise."

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blurted out words again while i was waiting for my train, I will revise and correct the error as I read it again, love you all <3 - Rook

I was also thinking about opening requests, to have the possibility to expand and improve my writing, so let me know if you'd all like that!

[kissandtellus]

Stolen Valor: Chapter 01

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ‘ꜱʜᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ’ ꜱᴜɴɢ ᴊɪɴᴡᴏᴏ’ꜱ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴘᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴄʜᴇꜱᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ. ᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʜɪꜱ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ, ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ᴀ ꜰᴀᴛᴀʟ ᴇɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ɢᴜɪʟᴅ Dungeon. ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ᴀᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴄᴀɴ ʜɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱɪ-ᴡᴏᴏ.

Warnings: character that haunts the narrative, drunk shenanigans, shenanigans to fill the void, smut, drinking, doesn’t follow a specific timeline.

Y/n came stumbling towards her teammate's Jeep, barely able to open the door and definitely too drunk to climb in by herself. “Jinwoooo!” She howled the end of his name like a wolf. A stumbling, drunk wolf.

Jinwoo can feel the migraine coming on. He sighs heavily, running a hand through his black hair as he turns to face her. "Jesus Christ, Y/!. You're fucking wasted." But Jinwoo is ever a gentleman. He gets out of the driver's seat and lifts the woman into his passenger seat with ease.

“Thanks for picking me up!” She ends her sentence with a hiccup, her head falling back against the headrest.

Mumbles under his breath as he shuts the door, moving back around to the driver's side. "Yeah, no problem for me to put off my friends and family to come pick you up." He starts the car, pulling out of the parking lot.

Y/n huffs and leans back in the seat. There was a reason she was getting so drunk. Their last Dungeon raid ended with Y/n’s lover, Si-woo, getting essentially blown up before her very eyes.

She was drowning in her sorrows.

“Look, I know Si-woo’s death hit you hard. But getting shitfaced every night isn't going to bring him back." He pauses, letting out a sigh. Y/n’s head snaps to the side, her ears burning in anger.

"You need to deal with your shit, Y/n. Drowning yourself in alcohol isn't the answer. You know that better than anyone." He keeps his eyes on the road, but his voice is gentler. "You think Si-woo would want to see you like this?"

“Don’t. Don’t say his fucking name.” Her bottom lip trembled as she watched the passing street lights.

Jinwoo smirks slightly, shaking his head. "There she is. The actual Y/n, not the drunk idiot." He pulls into the Guild parking lot, turning off the car. "You know what your problem is when you're sober? You never fucking listen to anyone. You just do whatever the hell you want and expect everyone else to fall in line." He turns to face her, his expression serious. "It's annoying as hell, but it's also what makes you a good hunter."

Y/n looks at the massive building of the Ahjin Guild. “I thought I texted you to take me home. Are you going to kick my ass for having you pick me up?”

"And I thought you were too shit-faced to make coherent decisions? You need sleep, not your empty apartment reminding you of Si-Woo." He leans back in his seat, arms crossed. "Either way, I'm not hauling your drunk ass up to your place tonight."

Jinwoo opens his car door and climbs out, twirling his keys on his index finger. “You can sleep in the Common Room tonight. Or one of the other dorms should be open. Most of everyone else is out on a Dungeon Raid.” He tucks his hands in his pockets to stop the crisp chill of night.

“I want to be alone.” She stumbles after him. Curse her A-rank regenerative abilities for making her sober up so much faster.

Jinwoo ignores her for a second and she runs to catch up, snatching his wrist.“You don’t get to decide what’s best for me. I watched him…I watched him die, Jinwoo.” Her sadness bubbled up again. “He…he looked at me like I was gonna save him and I froze…”

The flashbacks of the Raid from 4 months ago plagues her memories.

Jinwoo feels his tough exterior crack just an inch. He pulls her into a hug despite her initial resistance. "You didn't freeze, damn it. We all saw it. That thing moved too fucking fast. There was nothing you could have done." His voice is surprisingly gentle. "Stop blaming yourself."

Y/n clenches her hands at her sides before reaching up to hold him to her shaking form.

Jinwoo rests his chin on the top of her head. “He knew the risks. We all fucking do. It's part of the job, part of the Guild. You're no more responsible for Si-Woo’s death than I am."

He guides Y/n into the Giild building, pressing the level in the elevator for the common rooms. Y/n always felt like she didn’t belong here amoung the best of the best. But Jiwoon constantly reminded her how lucky he was to have her as part of his team.

Opening the door to the room, he walks inside and tosses a blanket and a worn t-shirt onto the bed from his emergency bag. "There's the bathroom if you wanna clean up. And no, before you ask, I'm not sleeping on the couch. We're both adults, we can handle sharing a bed without touching." He sighed, of course there was only one bedroom left. There was no way in hell he was leaving Y/n alone tonight.

“And here I thought you were a gentleman.” She snorts and shakes her head. She changes in the bathroom, she ties up her hair and cleans off her makeup as best as she can with the bare minimum provided. Jinwoo splits up his bag so he could wear the pants and she could wear his shirt. The fabric was oversized and hanging off one of her shoulders.

She stepped out of the bathroom and Jinwo was sitting on the edge of the bed, scrolling through his phone. His eyes lift to Y/n and he suppresses his moan of approval at her appearance.

Jinwoo slips under the cover on the far side of the right. Y/n arches an eyebrow. “There a reason you are on that side?”

“I’m sleeping next to the door. Just in case.” Y/n rolled her eyes and crawled beside him. She lays beside him, the room still slightly spinning. She tries to stretch out her legs.

Y/n murmurs under her breath. “You are so damn big, there’s no room.”

His smirk widens into a soft chuckle at her muttered complaint, his broad shoulders shaking slightly with the motion. "Deal with it, short stuff.”

And deal with it she does, she drifts off to slumber with little complaint. But Y/n doesn’t sleep well anymore. Sometime in the night the two drift off to sleep. The nightmares return. The same one about Si-Woo’s death. She’s twitching in her sleep, her head jerking back and forth.

Jinwoo is a light sleeper, you have to be as a S-Rank. Around 3 AM, his sleep is disturbed by her troubled movements. Normally, he would curse and roll over, but something about her distressed sleep makes him wake fully. He props himself up on one elbow, watching her face. "Fuck..." he mutters softly.

Jinwoo watches her for a moment longer, seeing the tears leak from the corners of her eyes even in sleep. His expression softens, and he sighs. "Y/n..." He shakes her by the shoulder, trying to wake her from the nightmare. "Hey, come on. Wake up."

Y/n jolts awake gasping as if she had just been pulled from water. She jerks straight up and clutches at the front of her shirt. Her eyes dart around the room like a scared animal.

“Easy, hey, easy..." Jinwoo sits up beside her, making sure to keep a respectful distance but ready to catch her if she falls back. "It was just a dream, you're awake now." His voice is gentle, unlike his usual monotone. "You're shaking..."

Y/n’s gasps turn to sobs and she brings her knees up to her chest. Her body is rocking as her face is pressed into her folded legs.

Without a second thought, he scoots closer and wraps his arms around her hunched form, pulling her into his broad chest. "Fuck, come here...it's okay, it was just a dream. You're safe."

Y/n looks up at him and for a second, her eyes catch his lips. She’s so vulnerable, so desperate for something that isn’t just a bad dream or Si-Woo’s death.

Jinwoo’s eyes drop to her mouth. He sees the vulnerability, the need. It reflects something inside of him, something dark and hungry. Without warning, he captures her mouth with his own. He deepens the kiss before she can react, tasting her tears and quiet sobs.

He breaks the kiss abruptly, his chest heaving as he stares at her shocked face. He swallows hard, his hands still gripping her arms. "Fuck, I'm sorry... I shouldn't have-" Before he can finish apologizing, she cuts him off by pulling him back into another kiss.

Jinwoo pulls her onto his lap, his large hands tangling in her hair as he kisses her deeply. The S-Rank can feel her heart racing against his chest, matching the pounding of his own. He breaks the kiss only to trail his lips down to her jaw, then back up to capture her mouth again.

“Please Jinwoo…I need you. Just for tonight…” her mouth trails down his throat and her ankles lock against his lower back.

Jinwoo should stop. He should call her drunk and leave immediately. But he doesn’t, he would never leave a Teammate in need. His oversized shirt she’s wearing gets pulled up over her head in a split second. Jiwoon takes in the expanse of her skin, calloused fingertips dancing over her flesh.

His mind flashes to Si-Woon. The brunette man had the biggest smile that rivaled Jin-Ho’s. He couldn’t sit here and fuck his friends grieving lover. Right?

Y/n is usually a modest person but right now, she wants to just forget about the death of her lover, even for a few minutes. “You’re clean right? Condoms?” She whispers against his lips as she reaches down to pull down his sweatpants. His erection is bouncing in his pants even through his boxers.

“I..I don’t really need condoms. I can create a small force field to-“

“Stupid S-Rank.” She growls, tired of hearing about it. Their next kiss is rough, sloppy.

Y/n’s eyes bulge at the sight of his straining cock. She swallows the lump in her throat and looks back up at him. “Jesus, do those skill points you get make your cock big too. Because holy fuck Kid.” Her mouth nearly waters at the sight of his curved length.

He can't help but smirk at her shocked expression. "Yeah, apparently having extra stats affects more than just my fighting abilities," he says in a low voice. "You still want it?"

Y/n nods eagerly and he presses her thighs apart.

Y/n squeals and presses a hand to his chest. “Don’t you dare put that in me without preparing me first! Do you want to explain to our teammates why I can’t walk straight?”

He chuckles, his fingers digging into her hips. "Fine, spoilsport," He mutters, his other hand slowly sliding down between her thighs. He finds her center and starts rubbing slow circles, trying to prepare her. "Better?"

Her calloused fingers circle her clit. Y/n mewls like a kitten from the simple touch alone. She of course had seen the mighty Sung Jinwoo in action. Watching him train, Y/n imagined how he’d feel above her, those muscled arms wrapped around her waist while he-.

His middle finger presses inside of her fluttering hole and Y/n shivers from the penetration. She arches into his touch, her mouth falling open in a soft gasp. He takes the opportunity to lean down and capture her mouth again, kissing her deeply as he slides a finger inside her. She's tight, really tight. He adds a second finger, stretching her out slowly. "You okay?"

He starts moving his fingers in and out, curling them to hit that spot inside her. He breaks the kiss to trail open-mouthed bites down her neck, sucking and biting gently as he prepares her. "You're so fucking tight... no wonder you're complaining about my size.”

Y/n doesn’t want to say it. Doesn’t want to admit that her first time was with Si-Hoon. That the man who died infront of them was not only her best friend but her first love.

He senses her hesitation and pauses, looking into her eyes. He sees a flicker of something deeper, something painful. He doesn't push but instead asks softly, "Y/n, have you done this before?" His fingers gently stroke her inner walls, but he keeps his movements slow and careful. A second finger slides in and he’s hooking his fingers against that delicate spot inside.

She bites her lip, glancing away briefly before meeting his gaze again. A faint blush creeps across her face as she nods almost imperceptibly. "Once. A long time ago. With..." She swallows hard, her voice cracking slightly. "With Si-Hoon."

His expression softens, understanding dawning in his eyes. He remembers Si-Hoon, and he knows how much Y/n cared for him. He gently withdraws his fingers, causing her to let out a small whimper of protest. He leans down to kiss her softly on the forehead.

"Shh, it's okay," He murmurs against her skin, his hands moving to gently cup her face. "I get it now. You're not just using me to forget your pain, are you?" His thumb brushes over her cheekbone softly. "You're trying to replace memories."

He searches her eyes, seeing the unshed tears and the desperate need to feel something other than grief. He makes a decision, his voice gentle but firm. "Listen to me, Y/n. I'm not Sunhoon. And you're not going to replace him with me."

He leans in closer, his breath whispering against her lips. "But right now, at this moment, I'm here for you. I'll be what you need me to be. A distraction, a comfort, a release. And maybe, just maybe, we can make some new memories together."

Y/n captures his lips again and hooks a leg around his hips. He's strong everywhere. She can’t explain how high strung he feels under her finger tips. “Just…be easy at first okay?”

He nods, his hands moving to grip her hips gently as he positions himself at her entrance. "I will," He promises, slowly pressing forward. He's big, and he knows it. He takes his time, letting her adjust to his size inch by inch. "Fuck..."

He grits his teeth, trying to hold back as she stretches around him. She's so warm and tight, it's overwhelming. He leans down to kiss her neck, trying to distract himself from the feeling of her wrapped around him. "Fuck pretty girl…you okay?" He asks softly, pausing to let her breathe.

Keya’s eyes roll back as he bottoms out. It just keeps going and going and going. “F-Fuck Jinwoo…”

His jaw tightens, trying not to move yet. He's deeper inside her than anyone has probably ever been. He's long, almost absurdly so. "Damn, woman," He mutters softly, "No wonder you asked for easy. I'm touching your womb."

He starts to slowly withdraw, then pushes back in carefully, watching her face for any signs of discomfort. But he sees only pleasure, her mouth slightly open, eyes half-lidded. "You're taking me so fucking perfectly..." His voice comes out thick with desire. "How does it feel?"

He continues his slow, deep thrusts, his hips rolling against hers. Each movement is calculated to hit that spot inside her that makes her see stars. He leans down to capture her mouth, swallowing her moans as he picks up the pace slightly. "Answer me, Y/n.”

“F-feels so fucking good. Oh God, oh god are you kidding me?!” She lifts herself on her elbows to look at her stomach. Under the flesh around her pelvis, her lower tummy protrudes just slightly after each of his thrust.

Jinwoo looks down, watching his thick length disappear inside her with each thrust. The sight of her stomach bulging out slightly is incredibly erotic. He reaches down to gently press on her belly, feeling his movements from the inside. "Fuck, look at that..." His voice is hoarse.

“D-don’t do that, it's so weird!” She moans, yelping when his fingers trace the bulge of his cock inside of her.

He pulls out almost all the way, then slams back hard. He watches her body closely. He does it again. Then again. Her breasts bounce with each thrust. He watches her belly push out slightly again. He loves the high he gets while fucking her. How she’s at his mercy but he’s burn the world down for her if she asked.

The dark haired Hunter suddenly grabs her thighs and lifts them up, folding her almost in half. This angle hits even deeper, making her scream. "Take it angel... you take my fucking cock so good..."

Y/n can’t imagine he’s done this with a normal girl. Any non-hunter he’d probably split with his cock. “Tell me you love me. Even if it’s fake, I need-“ Y/n needs to hear it, needs to hear it like Si-Hoon himself is saying it to her.

His face contorts with pleasure and something almost like tenderness. He leans down, his voice a low growl against her ear. "I love you, Y/n... I fucking love you so much." He punctuates each word with a deep, hard thrust.

He knows that he shouldn’t be living in the shadow of her lover but he can’t help it. She feels so fucking good, so tight around him. Feeling the emotional crack in her armor, he drives into her harder, his cock pulsing inside her. He doesn't just say the words, he makes love to her with a fierceness that screams truth, even if it's pretend. "Fuck, I love you..."

He feels her tighten around him, her body tensing as she gets closer. He knows she needs this, needs to hear it over and over. So he gives it to her, his voice rough with emotion and pleasure. "I love you, I love you, I love you..."

Jinwoo reaches between her thighs to play with her clit. She’s nearly drooling now and her back bows. “Oh I’m coming! I’m fucking-OH FUCK!” She squirts around his length, her juices coating his cock and lower abs.

He groans loudly when she squirts, the feeling of her hot liquid coating his length and belly incredible. He keeps playing with her clit, not stopping until he feels her body go limp with pleasure. "Come on baby, give it all to me... I want every last drop." He demands.

Jinwoo keeps thrusting smoothly through her orgasm, hitting that spot that makes her shake uncontrollably. Her liquid coats them both, his abs are slick and wet. The sight of his cock disappearing into her is obscene, but he can't look away. "Such a good girl..."

His hands grab her hips in a near bruising grip. Her body shakes as he splits her with his cock. He summons the thinnest married around the length of his cock. He won’t cum in her. The last thing switcher of them needs is a child.

“Look at me, Y/n. Let me see those pretty eyes-oh there’s my girl. My good fucking-“

“Si-Hoon…” she murmurs the name of the man who died, her eyes hazy. Jinwoo can’t stop the onslaught of cum that empties from his balls. She’s so beautiful beneath him. Even if she’s thinking of another man.

He shakily pulls out and stumbles to the bathroom to clean himself without another word. When he returns, Y/n has drifted in a dreamless sleep. He tucks her in, brushing her hair away from her face.

He hesitates, wondering if he should say more, if he should confront her about Si-Hoon’s memory always being present, even in their most intimate moments. But something stops him, some instinct telling him that now is not the time. "Sleep now..."

[beloveddabi]

orange flower (you complete me)

paring: jinwoo x f! reader fandom: solo leveling wc: 1.5k contains: fluff, smut

synopsis: jinwoo surprises you after being gone for too long...

fic under cut >>>>>>

You were just finishing up putting the laundry away in yours and Jinwoo’s shared closet when you felt arms wrap around your waist from behind.

“What are you up to, sweetie?” You heard your loving husband ask, his voice low and sweet. You turn around in your husband's arms and smile brightly at him. God, you really did miss him so much.

“Jinwoo! I missed you so much!” You exclaimed, hugging the man tightly. Jinwoo holds you tight against his chest, breathing in your familiar scent with closed eyes.

“I missed you more than you know, my love. The rift felt endless without you.” The man said before opening his eyes and looking into your own. You smile at him as he just watches you with a soft, loving expression.

“I’m so glad you’re back, Jinwoo.” You say happily to your lover. Jinwoo’s fingers gently stroke your hair as he plants soft kisses on your forehead.

“I promised I’d always come back home to you. Do you want to hear about my adventure?” Jinwoo says, his eyes sparkling with a mix of pride and mischief. You grin at him as you nod your head.

“Of course, Jin, plus I’m sure Hana missed her daddy’s voice as well.” You say, looking down at your pregnant belly and rubbing it affectionately. Jinwoo’s eyes soften as he moves his hands to your belly, kneeling down to talk to Hana.

“Hi little one, your mommy kept me in the loop about your kicking. Did you behave while I was gone?” He asks tenderly. You look down at Jinwoo on his knees, talking to your unborn chil,d and can’t help but feel so much love for both of them.

“I think Hana just missed you…as did I, Jin…” You say softly. He stands up, cupping your face with both hands, his expression turning slightly vulnerable.

“I can’t stand being apart from you both. Let me stay close to you tonight?” Jinwoo asks, his thumbs caressing your cheek gently. You lean into his touch and nod, letting out a soft “please.” Jinwoo immediately pulls you closer and presses his forehead against yours.

“I’ll run us a bath first…Need to make sure you’re both properly relaxed after all this time.” He says, his lips brushing against your temple. You nod again at his words.

“Sounds nice, Jinwoo…” You said, smiling up at him tenderly. Jinwoo carefully scoops you up in his arms, heading towards your ensuite bathroom.

“You haven’t changed your bubble bath soap, have you? I love how it smells on your skin… You chuckle at his words, shaking your head.

“The honey-vanilla one? No, I haven’t.” You say. His eyes light up at the mention of the familiar scent, his steps quickening with excitement.

“Perfect. I’ve been dreaming about holding you in that bathtub for weeks now…” He says as he starts running warm water into the tub. You smirk at his words.

“Oh? Is that all you’ve been dreaming about?” You ask, winking at him. A playful smirk crosses his face as he adds the bubble solution.

“Well…that’s definitely not the only thing I’ve been thinking about since I saw you…” He says, his hands sliding down your back possessively.

“Mhm? Wanna share with me what other things you were dreaming of?” You say, smirking slightly. Jinwoo turns off the water and pulls you closer to the steaming tub.

“Maybe…I’ll just show you instead…starting with getting these clothes off of you.” He says, tugging at your shirt. You help him take off both of your clothing pieces before you slide into the warm water. Jinwoo settles behind you, his strong arms wrapping around your body while the warm water envelopes both of you.

“God, you feel even softer than I remembered…” He all but groans out as he nuzzles into your neck. You hum, sighing contentedly. Jinwoo’s hands begin exploring your curves with gentle touches, contrasting with the firmness of his chest against your back. “Let me take care of you tonight, my Y/N…” He says, his breath hot against your ear. You just nod in agreement, whispering out a small “okay…” His hands slide up to massage your shoulders, finding those knots he knows have been bothering you.

“Tell me if anything feels uncomfortable…I’ve gotten better at controlling my strength since last time…” He says, his movements becoming more deliberate. You chuckle at his words as you remember just how carried away he got last time…it left you pregnant after all…

“You mean last time…as in when you got me pregnant?” You joke, laughing. Jinwoo lets out a deep chuckle, his hands pausing for a moment.

“Yes…that time…though you seemed pretty pleased with the results then.” He says, smirking, and then rubs your belly again. You smirk as you say your next words.

“Mhm…I was very pleased, all right.” You say, winking at him. Jinwoo’s eyes darken with desire as he pulls you even closer.

“You’re being quite cheeky today, aren’t you, my little minx?” He says as he nips at your neck playfully. You grin at him before replying.

“Mhm…maybe I just miss you hmm?” You say sultrily. Jinwoo’s breath hitches, his hands moving lower on your body.

“I’ll give you everything you’ve missed…but we should take this to the bedroom first…” He says, before standing up and bringing you with him in his arms. You giggle excitedly as he carries you to your shared bedroom. He lays you down gently on the bed, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and raw hunger. “Ready to feel how much I’ve missed you, my Y/N?” He asks his tone gruff with need. You moan at his deep voice, looking up at him with need in your eyes.

“I’m more than ready, Jin…” You say. Jinwoo leans down and kisses you, his kiss becoming more passionate as time goes by, his hands slide under your back to arch you against him.

“Then let me remind you just how much I missed you then…” He says, his voice dripping with desire. You sigh and let out a soft, “yes please…” Jinwoo captures your lips in a deep, all-consuming kiss while his hands explore your body more intimately.

“You’re perfect…my beautiful, glowing, pregnant wife…” He says, his voice husky with emotion. You watch as Jinwoo slides down your body until he’s face-level with your dripping core. His breath ghosts over your sensitive skin, his eyes dark with desire as he positions himself. “Let me take care of you…I want to taste how sweet you get for me.” He says as he gently spreads your legs open wider.

You open your legs wider to make space for your husband’s broad shoulders and watch him before he looks up into your eyes. He maintains eye contact while pressing slow, teasing kisses to your inner thighs. “You’re absolutely dripping already…” He says his voice is filled with awe as he takes you in.

“Please…Jin…I need you…” You whimper out. Jinwoo takes this as the go-ahead to start. Without breaking eye contact, he finally lowers his mouth to your core, his tongue diving in with a hungry moan. He holds your hips firmly as he devours you, his movements more fervent with each desperate sound you make. You can’t seem to help your moans as he works you closer and closer to the edge. Jinwoo’s fingers dig into your flesh as he increases the pace of his tongue, thoroughly enjoying your reactions.

“That’s it…let me hear how good I make you feel.” He growls against your sensitive flesh. Your moans seem to grow higher in pitch the closer you get to your high.

“Jin! I’m so close…” You whine out, grasping his hair in your hands. He just doubles his efforts, expertly working your sensitive bundle of nerves while pressing his tongue deeper.

“Come for me, Y/N…I want to taste all of you…Give it to me…please…” Jinwoo says, almost whimpering at the end of his plea. You yell out as you come for Jinwoo, the pleasure throwing you over the edge. Jinwoo drinks up every last drop, his grip on you tightening as he helps you ride out your intense orgasm.

“Mmm…good girl…you always taste so delicious my love…”Jinwoo groans out as he kisses his way back up your body, looking quite pleased with himself.

“Thank you…for that Jinwoo…” You say breathlessly. Jinwoo just captures your lips in a passionate kiss, letting you taste yourself in him.

“You deserve every bit of pleasure I can give you…” He says, before grinding his hard length against you. “Now…let me properly make love to you…” He says… It was gonna be a long night. You’re just glad he’s back home and safe with you…

[jinusajas]

03/19/25; 12:00am

sung jinwoo x fem.reader

a sharp pain was felt radiating down your back the moment you slipped and fell on the concrete sidewalk settled below you. the intensity of such an impact was enough to knock the wind out of you, causing you to cry out.

a wave of nausea hits you, and you struggled to breathe while getting back on your feet. your breathing turns into shaky gasps for air when you tried to sit up.

in your eagerness to see your beloved, you decided to meet him halfway, coming out of your apartment while ignoring the bitter cold. your boots had taken a simple step against what you assumed was an icy patch when you felt your feet sliding forward while your body was tilted in reverse. before you could even brace yourself or even attempt to stop your fall, you fell backwards, landing directly against your back.

the pain was unbearable, and you were uncertain if you could even move. your lower back radiates with a pain you had never felt before, making it difficult for you to focus. wallowing in your misery, you didn’t hear your phone going off, sending you a series of texts, nor the way your shadow seemed to lengthen as a tall young man steps out from its depths.

a gentle voice calling your name breaks you out of your reveries, with you revealing your tear stained face to jinwoo. concern paints his expression as he kneels down, gently cupping your face within his gloved hands. “my love, what happened?”

your whimpers became even more prominent the moment jinwoo takes you within his embrace, eyes burning with a silent fury in response to your pain. “i-it’s nothing… i slipped and fell on a stupid p-patch of ice. i-i’m sorry, i should have waited for you in my apartment. i just ruined our date…!”

jinwoo lets out a soft coo of your name, pulling your form even closer to his chest. the pain seemed to worsen while you were in his embrace, yet when you tried to pull away from him, he refuses to free you from his arms.

“j-jinwoo-“ by now, your tears were staining at the front of his coat, yet jinwoo simply lets out another soft hum of your name. you felt his fingertips dancing around your back, traveling lower until it reached the area where you experienced the most amount of pain. you winced in response to his touch until a comforting warmth surrounds you.

with each second that passes, you felt the radiating pain slowly dissipate, rapidly turning into a distant memory as it disappeared completely. you felt whole once more, making you meet jinwoo’s kind gaze with an almost incredulous look.

he smiles down at you, grey eyes filled with mirth the moment he takes your face within his two hands to press a lingering kiss against your forehead. “better?”

you swallow thickly, only able to give him a nod in response. chuckling at your cutely dumbfounded expression, jinwoo turns around to reveal his back to you. “come on, love. let me protect you from all the icy patches.”

the way his laughter deepens lets you know that he was teasing you. with a huff and a cute pout on your face, you jump onto jinwoo’s back, earning an audible grunt from him. giggling with joy now, you hide your face within the curve of his neck, allowing jinwoo to give you a piggyback ride all while basking in the warmth of his love.

you had no explanation as to how jinwoo was able to erase your pain so easily-

but truly, you loved him enough to not even think about questioning it, completely unaware of your past life and how you were the most important person to him in the world-

one that he would cross universes for, just to be with you again ♡

end notes: i fell and hit my back pretty hard a few days ago, and i wrote this to help me feel better ♡

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!