#Study group webtoon

[slytherinshua]

✎　 STUBBORNLY, PATIENTLY 　( 윤가민 )

genre hurt/comfort , yoon gamin x fem!reader   cw spoilers for study group up to episode 8 , the fic takes place during the events of/references events of ep 8 , not proofread   wc 1475   request for @lexeees and @candewlsy   note slytherinshua kdrama fic era is back too 😼😼😼 i always pull through for my man minhyun and i love study group hehe (i rly need to watch the last few eps lmao)   net @kstrucknet

“Shit. We’d be having endless meat at a buffet if we went with the plan.” 

You could recognize Jiwu’s annoyed tone from halfway across the Earth. 

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay, it’s fine— the owner said he planned to get a new machine.”

Jun, who somehow took the role of the mediator in more situations than you originally thought possible for the red-haired boy.

“Gochujang, you’re actually the one to blame!” Your eyes drifted to the window of the convenience store, watching Jiwu’s arm fly out to point an accusatory finger at Jun. “Why did you have to be so stubborn?”

Their voices muffled from your ears as your gaze shifted to the left, seeing the figure of your boyfriend slumped over the table. You predicted he might be feeling down today. Last year after exams, he spent the day in his room, not answering your calls. If you were lucky, you’d get a reply to a text, but the occurrences were about as rare as the correct answers on his test. You often schemed with his mother on how to cheer him up, as you both hated to see him in that state. Often the only solution was waiting it out, especially when he refused to open his bedroom door. 

This year, however, was different than previous ones. Not only did Gamin have even higher expectations for himself coming into the exam, but he was also surrounded by friends who didn’t quite understand the pressures Gamin put on himself yet. As his expectations climbed higher, he also had a steeper way down to fall when they were crushed yet again. He needed something to ground him— and that wasn’t going to happen surrounded by the loud voices of Jun and Jiwu bickering. 

The chime of the convenience store bell caught the attention of Sehyeon and Heewon, but the noise wasn’t loud enough to break the dark fog that was clouding Gamin’s head. Your touch usually did the trick, though. 

“Hey. Was wondering where you guys might be after exams ended,” you said with a smile, addressing the rest of the group as your hand moved to your boyfriend’s shoulder. He looked up at you, a million thoughts swirling behind those glasses. 

“You should’ve come with us, Y/n! We went to the arcade and—” 

Heewon’s cheery voice was cut by Jun’s interruption. 

“—Gamin absolutely plundered the strength machine, but it was my fault—” 

“That all sounds fun, but there was no getting around my part time job today.” Your explanation earned a chorus of hums and nods. Apart from studying with the group, you also worked part time at an animal shelter, caring for stray kittens. Heewon had begged for you to take her to see them sometime soon, and you were fairly sure Sehyeon would want to tag along as well. Everything had just been so hectic leading up to exams that you could barely find time in your schedule. 

However, when it came to your boyfriend, you could always find time. And it was clear that Gamin needed some of it today. 

“Gamin, let’s go back to my house. You can sleep over tonight. I already told your mom,” you whispered into his ear, hand soothingly rubbing circles on his back. He gave you a curt nod, the saddened expression on his face still not wavering. 

“We’ll catch you guys tomorrow, okay?” You helped your boyfriend up and led him out of the store, waving a quick goodbye to your friends.

The walk back to your apartment was silent. You held onto Gamin’s hand tightly as you thought of ways to make him feel better. You’d given him the same talk time and time again. He knew how important he was to you, that he had value in your eyes no matter what he did. But, to him, having his hard work give him the same underwhelming results year after year ate away at his motivation. It would be tiring for anyone. Sometimes you weren’t even sure how he still bounced back days later. 

Your apartment always smelled comforting to Gamin. Hours had been spent here together— studying, talking, laughing, kissing. There was something freeing about hanging out at your house, like it was hidden away from the rest of the world. You lived alone, and it was nice to get out of the way of the adults sometimes. 

The same routine fell into place the moment Gamin stepped inside the door. He didn’t have to think hard for his legs to lead him to your bedroom, or for his body to fall onto your bed. Your familiar ceiling allowed some of the most comforting memories to flood back to his brain. The first time he saw you, or your first kiss. Every time he had been there to comfort you, and every time you had helped him study. 

You soon joined him, laying down right next to him, your head resting on your outstretched arm and your eyes gazing at him with concern. You wondered what was going through his mind at the moment as his body lay completely still and soft even breaths escaped his slightly parted lips. The silence was gentle but delicate. At any moment it would crack and things would break. You could sense it. But you waited until it was time, hoping that now the little action of seeing your face and feeling the comfort of your soft mattress would be enough to start working away at the storm the day had rained down on him.

“Gamin,” your utterance was barely above a whisper. His eyes glanced at you and then settled back up at the ceiling. If he looked at you for too long, he was sure his resolve would break. “I love you. Remember what I said? A big change will happen eventually. Just be steady.”

Sometimes you felt like you were repeating the same words over and over again, unsure if they would really help him. But you would never give up on him. You’d always be right by his side, being his comfort, being his strength when he gave out. 

“I know you. You’re so patient, Gamin.” At the call of his name for the second time your fingers brushed his wrist. Hands finding each other once again and all at once his persistence fell.

Gamin never cried. It was almost unnatural to him. Every hardship had to be faced with a smile and unbreaking tenacity. He couldn’t pinpoint the last time he had truly cried. Not that he hadn’t struggled or felt pain or felt like giving up. But rarely were the circumstances so that he felt comfortable enough to do it. Only with you. Only when you were the sole person there to see him. 

His tears rolled down the side of his cheek slowly. He was still quiet through it all. The only sign being his grip on your hand tightening, almost desperately wanting to hold you closer. 

You often watched your boyfriend, observing his eyes or his lips or his hands as he focused on something. His quirks and motions kept pulling you in. You didn’t know it was possible to be so mesmerized by a single person before you met Gamin. His determination, his drive, his resilience— there was so much about him that was admirable if you looked beneath the surface. Yet he had always been ignored and pushed aside for his grades and intelligence in school. He was dropped into a box that didn’t fit him, confined to a space that only restricted him further. But Gamin loved studying; he loved learning. It was something no one could take away from him, even as the world beat down on his back, testing to see when he would give up and finally stop trying. 

But he wouldn’t. Gamin’s stubbornness was both his strength and weakness. It hurt, but it made him who he was. 

As he wept silently in your arms, melting ever closer to your embrace, you could only feel pride simmering in you at his hard work. His effort would pay off in due time. You knew it would. For now, he would have to continue being patient, lingering at the feeling of the sweet kisses you gave him as comfort until a day when he felt a bit stronger to stand on his own. 

As his tears dried and quick soft kisses were pressed to his warm skin and lips that he could barely muster the energy to reciprocate, he tried to smile. Tried. Moments like these were usually something he enjoyed. Quiet comfort with you holding him so close. But it was still hard to ignore the sickening lurch in his stomach from anxiety at the thought of exam results. It seemed like this time of the year would never get easier for him. 

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[mymelllllinda]

Hide & Seek — Minhwan Ma x F!Reader

Just as the metallic click of Min-Hwan’s modified gun froze her veins, a whisper—“I see you”—came from behind, and when she turned, he was already there.

tw : hair pulling, noncon, gun play and manhandling let me know if i missed any.

Crouched low behind a bookshelf, My breath came in shallow, rapid gasps. The library was unnaturally silent after hours—dark, claustrophobic, haunted only by the soft hum of the emergency lights and the occasional creak of wood. I pressed myself deeper into the shadows, every muscle locked, listening.

Then I heard it.

A whistle.

Low. Mocking. 

Min-Hwan.

His footsteps followed—slow and almost playful as they echoed across the hardwood floor.

“sweetheart…” His voice slithered through the air like smoke. “Baby, why are you hiding from me? I thought we were just starting to have fun.”

A crash split the silence—the brutal sound of books hitting the ground. I flinched and clamped a hand over my mouth.

He wasn’t just knocking them over. He was hurling them. Books slammed to the floor like bodies, pages fluttering like broken wings.

Thud.

Another shelf.

Closer this time.

“You always liked games, didn’t you?” he crooned. “Hide and seek is my favorite.” He paused, and when he spoke again, his voice dripped with poisoned sweetness.

“Come on, sweetheart. I promise I won’t be mad.”

Liar.

Then came the sound that froze her veins—the metallic click of his toy. The modified gun. Not quite lethal. But precise enough to drop her in one shot.

My pulse roared in her ears.

Min-Hwan chuckled—softly.

Another crash.

A chair this time.

I squeezed my eyes shut, breath trembling.

Silence fell again.

Too long.

Too quiet.

Then—

A whisper. Right behind me.

“I see you.”

My heart stopped.

I turned my head—and froze.

Min-Hwan was standing there.

Right there.

Towering over me like a nightmare. His face was dipped in shadow, but his eyes—cold, gleaming with a sick thrill—were locked onto mine.

Before I could move, before my body even remembered how to, his hand tangled in my hair—tight and brutal—yanking me to my feet with a savage jerk.

I gasped in pain, my scalp screaming, hands flying to his wrist. But it only made him laugh.

“There you are, baby,” he murmured, dragging me toward a chair in the center of the aisle. “Playing hard to get again?”

He shoved me down onto it—cold wood biting into my skin—then loomed over me, fingers still twisted tight in my hair.

“You’re such a little bitch when you run,” he sneered, voice slick with venom. “Do you like making me chase you? Huh?”

I struggled, but his grip only tightened, wrenching my head back until my neck arched painfully.

“Look at you,” he whispered, his breath hot against my cheek. “Pathetic little thing. Shaking like a leaf.”

He laughed again—low, broken—and the sound echoed through the empty library like a death bell.

The gun hung loosely in his other hand.

But he didn’t need it.

Not really.

Because the look in his eyes told me everything.

Min-Hwan didn’t need a weapon to hurt me.

He was the weapon.

I couldn’t move.

Not with his hand still fisted in my hair, not with my back pressed against the back of the chair, and especially not under that gaze—sharp, hungry, and too calm for someone who had just dragged me out of the dark like prey.

Min-Hwan tilted his head, studying me.

His free hand lifted the gun—not to aim, not to threaten. That would’ve been too obvious. Instead, he dragged the cold barrel across my collarbone, trailing it like a whisper down the center of my blouse.

I flinched.

He smiled.

“I’ve been wanting to see what you look like under this uniform,” he murmured, voice low and laced with something dangerous. The gun slid up again, brushing beneath my jaw before pausing at the bottom of my throat. 

His fingers replaced the steel. He let go of my hair only to stroke the side of my face, slow, deliberate. A mockery of gentleness that made my skin crawl.

I wanted to look away.

But I couldn’t.

Not when he touched me like he was memorizing the shape of my fear.

His thumb ghosted over my lips, tracing the outline softly, reverently.

“You’ve got such a pretty mouth when it’s not screaming,” he whispered. “Bet it’s good for all kinds of filthy things.”

The barrel tapped gently against my thigh.

Once.

Twice.

Not enough to hurt but just enough to remind me it was there.

Min-Hwan leaned in, and I could smell his cologne, the metallic tang of the gun, and something darker—hunger.

“You’re not going to run again, are you?” he said, voice mocking, almost playful.

He already knew the answer.

My legs weren’t moving.

My breath was shallow.

Despite the terror clawing up my spine, something inside me had stopped resisting.

His eyes flicked down, then back to my face.

“I want to see everything,” he murmured. “And I want to take my time doing it.”

Then he brought the barrel to my lips.

“Open,” he said softly.

Not harsh.

Just sure.

I hesitated. My eyes flicked up to his—and what I saw there wasn’t rage. It was lust.

Slowly, I parted my lips.

Min-Hwan’s breath hitched—just a little—as he guided the cold steel inside, resting it heavy on my tongue.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his thumb brushing my cheek.

He didn’t push further. 

He just watched—his gaze dark and razor-sharp—as I sat there, mouth wrapped around his gun, pulse thundering in my throat, the whole library holding its breath with me.

His hand slid behind my neck, holding me still. “You look better like this,” he said. “Mouth full.”

He moved the barrel slowly, inch by inch, testing the limits of my mouth. Reading every tremble in my jaw, every flicker in my eyes.

This wasn’t about force.

It was about power.

Min-Hwan pulled the gun out with a slow, wet drag. A strand of saliva clung to the barrel before breaking.

“Messy little thing,” he murmured, tilting my chin up with it. “You like being used, don’t you?”

I didn’t answer.

His hand slipped down my neck, possessive and slow, trailing along the edge of my pristine collar.

He chuckled. “Still wearing this like it means something. Like you’re still the good little girl.” He leaned close, lips brushing my ear. “But I know what’s underneath all this.”

He started undoing the buttons.

One.

Then another.

Each pop exposing more skin, peeling me open like a secret.

“For someone so smart,” he murmured, dragging another button free, “you’re real fucking stupid to think you could hide from me.”

The shirt slipped from my shoulders, baring my chest to the cold air and his hotter gaze.

“You wanted this,” he said, voice rougher now. “To be talked down to. Stripped. Used. Touched like you’re nothing.”

His hand trailed lower.

“Look at you. You’re already falling apart. And I haven’t even told you to beg yet.”

I shivered.

Min-Hwan’s eyes lit with that same dark satisfaction. He drank in my fear like it was the finest thing he’d ever tasted.

“The way you tremble for me…” His voice turned into a low, filthy rasp. “It’s intoxicating.”

He tugged my head back by my hair, forcing me to meet his gaze.

The gun trailed mockingly down my neck.

“I could snap your pretty little neck right now,” he whispered, pressing the barrel harder. “But where’s the fun in that?”

His gaze roamed my body, lingering on the rise of my breasts beneath my bra.

“Perfect,” he sneered, cupping one roughly. “I’m going to mark every inch of you.”

Then his hand slid lower.

Under the skirt.

Slow.

Purposeful.

He found the damp lace.

“Oh, you’re soaked,” he murmured, rubbing slow circles. “You can’t even pretend you’re not desperate.”

Without warning, he shoved my panties aside and plunged two fingers inside me.

I cried out.

He didn’t stop.

He pumped them in deep, hard strokes, grinding his knuckles into me until my thighs trembled.

“Pathetic,” he hissed. “You act like you’re in control, but your pussy tells me the truth.”

His mouth curved into a cruel grin.

Then he yanked me up by the hair and threw me to my knees.

I stumbled, breathless, off the chair, and he took my place—sprawling into it like a king.

“Get those panties off,” he ordered, already unbuckling his belt. “Then get over here and ride this cock.”

His thick shaft sprang free—long, hard, already leaking. He stroked it lazily, eyes locked on mine.

“You want it, don’t you?” he said, voice low, cruel. “Want me to fuck the brat out of you.”

I slipped my panties off with trembling hands.

“Fucking whore,” he muttered. “You’ve been dying for this.”

I made my way between his spread thighs, feet dragging against the carpet. His cock throbbed against my palm as I lined him up.

The second I started to lower myself, Min-Hwan thrust up—hard.

I gasped as he filled me in one brutal motion.

“That’s it,” he snarled, gripping my hips. “Take it all like the cock-drunk little slut you are.”

He began moving me, bouncing me hard in his lap, each thrust a savage command.

Skin slapped against skin. The chair creaked beneath us. My body was his to use.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled. “This pussy was made to be used. Mine.”

I whimpered, the force of him tearing sounds from my throat I didn’t recognize.

His grip tightened as he drove up into me, faster, harder—his pleasure a storm he dragged me into.

“Take it,” he roared, head tipping back. “Show me what a fucking slut you are.”

Tears spilled down my cheeks.

Pleasure and pain crashed through me like waves, merciless and unrelenting.

And then—he slammed me down one final time, locking me in place.

With a guttural moan, he came—deep inside me, hot and endless, claiming every inch of me from the inside out.

“Take it,” he hissed. “Take all of it.”

I sobbed, still trembling around him, overwhelmed by heat, by fullness, by the terrifying intimacy of it all.

He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him.

“Look at me,” he said. “Don’t look away.”

I met his eyes.

He kissed me.

Slow.

Gentle.

And that was what scared me the most.

Because in the quiet after, as I collapsed against him, I knew one awful, inevitable truth.

I would never escape Min-Hwan.

Not ever.

fin

© 2025 mymelllllinda

[topzsun]

GUILTY AS SIN ── ♡ MINHWAN MA

It was difficult to pinpoint the reason for Minhwan's undoing. Was it you and your inability to decide whether you loved or despised him? Was it him and his volatile greed and boredom? Or was he simply destined to be forsaken from God's loving light? Disclaimer: The plot follows the webtoon, not the drama.

Dante’s Inferno describes Satan as a winged creature with three faces. He resides in the ninth circle of Hell, grotesque and shunned from God’s love. If anyone were to ask you, however, you’d say the devil takes the form of Minhwan Ma.

He’s on his phone, as typical as it is for him, his feet kicked up on the abandoned desk as he occasionally rocks in his seat. You aren’t sure what the point was in calling you up to the rooftop if he fully intended to ignore you as he scrolled through videos he derived little entertainment from. However, you weren’t keen on speaking first, because in your mind it was equivalent to “losing”.

Not that you have raked up many wins since meeting him.

The metal door is slammed open with gusto, and you turn towards the source of the sound. Two of Minhwan’s lackeys, whose names you couldn’t care to remember, arrive at the scene and linked around their arms is a boy. He’s frail-looking, visibly thin from how his uniform doesn’t sit correctly over his frame. He keeps his gaze lowered to the ground, even when he’s unceremoniously pushed into Minhwan’s direction. This gives you pause, sparing a questioning glance towards the blue-haired delinquent. He looks up from his phone and his lips curl upwards, eyes closing tightly as he waves. His fake cheerfulness, before he begins any act of cruelness. It’s laughably routine for him and your attention diverts back to the boy kneeling on the ground, trembling as the weight of the situation dawns on him. Almost piteously, you wonder what he had done to incur Minhwan’s wrath.

“Oh, it’s you… ah, what was your name again… Minjae? Minjun?” Minhwan muses breezily, as if talking to a coworker near the water coolers. The boy flinches, finally looking up. His face is akin to canvas haphazardly painted in reds and blues. His left eye is swollen to the extent you can barely make out the colour of his eye. Purple and blue hues are smeared on every inch of exposed skin, with his nose and lips caked in drying blood. His bottom lip trembles.

“Please,” he rasps out. “I’m sorry! I’ll never do it again! I swear! Please forgive me this time!”

You click your tongue at the naive idea that Minhwan would have mercy for a sight as pathetic as this. You don’t think he’s capable of forgiveness even when his debtor is six feet under. The creditor in question finally stands to full height, stalking over to the student who keeps his gaze wide and pleading.

“You know, I never understood why you people do this,” He tuts, stopping until the tip of his shoes could almost graze the other’s face. “You ask for my service, then cry when you can’t pay me?”

Minjun has the sense to not refute, his forehead pressed to the tiled floor as he shakes. The sight brings a gleam in Minhwan’s irises that you are all too familiar with. Finally, he turns to you for the first time today.

“How about you do the honours of dealing with this annoying fly today?” He’s expectant, eyes narrowed, inviting. You fix him with an unimpressed stare.

“You called me up to fix your problems?” You scoff, leaning your foot against the fence of the roof. His smile twitches.

“So? Is this any different from when Hanwool tells you to beat someone up?”

“Last I checked you aren’t Hanwool.”

It happens so quickly that it could be mistaken for a trick of the light. His eyebrows furrow, his lips pulled to a sneer. You don’t doubt that from inside his pockets, his hands are clenched into fists. Then, it’s gone. Frigid, less welcoming, undoubtedly annoyed, but he keeps his composure in front of expectant eyes. If you hadn’t known him for years, perhaps you’d be one of the naive fools to mistake this for his patience. You know you’ve fallen from grace in his eyes, and yet he doesn’t push.

After a minute silence, you leave without sparing another glance. When you shut the door behind you, shrill screams shake through the atmosphere. You give a silent apology to the boy on the rooftop, who will now carry the brunt of Minhwan’s anger in your stead.

When you find him, you whistle lowly.

The degrading sound is enough for Minhwan to slowly lift his head. His eyes are shaky, unable to fix his gaze towards you. He’s smeared in blood. His, someone else’s, you don’t know. He is barely supported by the trash cans he has been disgracefully dumped next to. He’s holding onto consciousness by the skin of his teeth.

He spits out your name like it’s a curse, but the widening of his eyes betrays how he feels. You kneel, inspecting more closely at the wounds littering his body. His once clear, fair skin is littered with open gashes and bruises, a sight you never thought you’d be seeing in your lifetime. His breathing is shallow, chest rising and falling slowly as if it were a herculean effort. Minhwan Ma is a beautiful, disgusting mess.

“How was it? Getting to hold a real gun?” You graze the back of your hand against his cheek. He doesn’t answer, or perhaps he’s unable to, but something of a smile reaches his cracked and red-coated lips. You remembered, it looks as if he wants to say. Your touch moves, thumb grazing the corner of his mouth as you gather dried blood smeared across the skin.

“You’ll go to jail,” You state simply. “But you won’t be in for long.”

His breathing drops in pace, and you know the clock is ticking before he loses consciousness and the police begin to make their rounds around the alleyways. You lean closer and the proximity causes him to blearily lift his head. You keep him steady with your hands cupping his cheeks.

“You will be expelled, and I will still be going to school. I have no interest in joining YB,” Your breath now mingles with his, and you think he’s grasping onto you now. You aren’t sure anymore. “I wonder where you will go from here, Minhwan Ma.”

The first brush of your lips is uncharacteristically gentle despite the fact you can taste copper on your tongue. He doesn’t move against you, but he manages to keep a grip on your arm with trembling strength. You’re sure this slow and almost loving pace would infuriate him. Minhwan always liked everything to be all-encompassing and aggressive. Hence, you keep your touch as light as a feather. Maybe by tomorrow, he won’t even be able to remember the ghost of your kiss.

You pull away when you hear the first screeching of a siren, hoisting yourself up as his head finally lolls to his side. Your last image of Minhwan is seared into memory. His eyes are dull in colour, fluttering shut even when his view is fixated on you. His expensive jacket is covered in blood. Battered and beaten. Yet, not dead.

His jealousy. His fear. His insatiable desire. All of his undoings predestined the minute he took up his mantle as a demon in human flesh.

However, even Satan was once a sympathetic figure.

[bumblebeebie]

3-D till study group goes on-air

Phi Hanwool is so fineee. Cha woomin did really well even we only saw the trailers!🥹

He’s even more handsome than I expected. In the Night Has Come series, Kyung Jun always expressed his thoughts so aggressively. But as Phi Hanwool, he’s noticeably more composed. Cha Woomin completely erased the Kyung Jun image—what a transformation!

And look at this scene where Hanwool and Minhwan walk in the hallway. Minhwan is being Minhwan.

That smirk really got my nerves haha. He looks really like Minhwan even from afar!

[turndon100-blog]

study group adaptation rant #2

omgomgomgggggg!!! We actually got a Sunchul and his notes intro!!!!! No waaaaaay!!!!!

Screaming crying throwing up 😭 I'm ....so happy!

Can we talk about Gamin's badass mom?! HEHEHEEHHEHEHE YAAASSSSS!!!!!!

Now only his uncle's face reveal is left. This is one badass family 🔥😂

The action scenes in this series is a whole buffet! I'm loving it all the way 😌👌🏼ugh never been so satisfied with the execution.

Sehyeon feeling inferior and defeated got me screaming "FRIENDS HELP EACH OTHER. YOU ARE THE ONE HELPING GAMIN WITH STUDY GROUP!!!!" huff....he really needed that fight to defend himself, it was so satisfying. My boy, you need a daily dose of Gamin's and Huiwon's boba eyes sweetness to the times x10. Also, the actor that's playing his dad is the one that played Jooan's violent, alcoholic dad from Begins Youth. Triggered my anger all the way lmao 😭😂

sorry I forgot about everything else as soon as Sunchul's character popped up 🤣 I had so many thoughts while watching but now they've all disappeared lol

[d10nsaint]

FADE INTO YOU | GAMIN YOON X F! READER

req ?!; here

saint, stfu (`ー´) ?!; me writing…? AGAIN?!

Usually, you never cared about other people’s test scores, and only made sure you got in the top 10 when looking at your school’s scores. Your school was too dangerous for you to be getting curious with others, after all. But recently, a certain student caught your eye. Gamin Yoon. You’d noticed he’d been following you around, trying to talk to you, but he never did. Always asking you what you got on tests, always smiling in your direction when you take tests, the whole stalker effect.

Always taking last place on the score boards, but you always saw him studying. The president of the study group, but he was stupid. Something wasnt adding up.

You decided to take the initiative and talk to him instead (mostly because of curiosity, but also because it was getting annoying having him practically stalk you). And it turns out he wanted you to join the study group, and specifically, as a tutor. (mostly for him, but whatever.)

Tutoring Gamin was a full time job.

Sure, he tried, and sure, he did all of his work, but, to be honest? You’d never met someone so stupid in your life.

Once a week study sessions turned into 3 times a week, turned to every weekday, to every day. And only then did you see an improvement in his scores.

His reaction to his tests scores made you feel so proud of yourself for being such a good teacher—the way he ran down the halls to show you his test score, rambling his thanks to you, and talking about how he couldnt have done it without you.

Gamin had promised you that as soon as his grades had gotten up, you wouldn’t have had to tutor him anymore, but to be honest, spending time with him was…fun.

You’d never tell him, though.

[avoiltaire]

got myself an ipad!!,!! it’s sooooo smooth I love it so much we bouts be besties fr

[whyreyousoobsessedwithme]

“WEBTOON authors try not to sexualize high schoolers challenge”

Challenge difficultly level: Impossible

[zanashair]

ik this is not tokyo revengers related, but

There's just something else about geonyeob park that makes me all giggly and shit bro:(

[https-immotmari]

❝ I had really sweet dreams yesterday ❞ ─── rules!

RULES!

this blog will be only for fluff, angst with comfort/happy ending, maybe a bit of yandere and for fun since, for me, I don't want to mix up the two sides of ying and yang. or those who wants the opposite of it, I've already made a side blog, although, it needs some final touches.

please mention/say the gender of the reader in your request, either female or gender neutral! (apologies to those who wanted a male!reader, I'm still not yet ready, hopefully in the future I will)

I can only take up to 3-4 characters per request, there's honestly a lot of characters in the fandoms.

please don't request anything lewd, I'm still a minor.

with your request, you guys can detail it as much as you want since sometimes my brain just needs a head start to come up with a scenario/story.

please be respectful and patient with me, and anymore writers, since I also have a personal life out of social media.

your request can be either romantic or platonic.

also, don't forget to mention if you want headcannons, short scenarios, etc, etc. I don't write/tolerate anything disgusting or uncomfortable like incest, pedophilia, racism, etc.

If I may feel uncomfortable with any request, which is gonna be rare, I can always decline it.

FANDOMS!

fandoms that mari is in and writes for:

reminder: that the names with the color purple on it are indicating that they are strictly platonic

study group - gamin yoon, hanwool phi, minhwan ma, jiwoo lee, heewon choi, sehyun kim, jun lee, hankyeon lee, geonyeob park, minhee jang, siwon cheon, sunchul kim, hyeonu lee, (may possibly add more)

blood of the butterfly - maehwa baek, jaeyon shing, sara lopez, hajin seo, (may possibly add more)

akuneko (devil butler with [a] black cat) - all of the devil butlers + muu, (may probably add more)

i became the male lead's adopted daughter - phileo, leonia, (may possibly add more)

zomgan - mirae on, (may possibly add more)

becoming the dark hero's daughter - lea/leticia, jade de lewelton, duke kallen de lewelton, marianne de lewelton, (might add more)

project sekai - vivid bad squad, wonderlands x showtime, (may add more since I've still have to read the other bands stories)

twisted wonderland - possibly all + grim and ortho (except for the adults and event characters)

surviving as a maid in a horror game - adrian caiser von der paltzgraf, hilda (might add more)

[legchopper]

Seul-gi if she transferred to the study group's school

I'm probably going to draw her fighting next

[i0099z]

ma minhwan has crazy bitchass aura and i am absolutely falling for it

[bitchofdarkness]

There are people who honestly think that Hee-won never cursed in the webtoon.

Hate to break it to you (not really lol) but

[phihanwool]

— ma minhwan x reader tags / warnings: yandere-ish themes? , spoilers for non-webtoon readers, gun threat, implied past relationship, emotional manipulation??, minhwan breaks into your house after he got out of jail lol disclaimer: this follows the webtoon not the kdrama note: tbh idk if i got minhwan's character right so im sorry if this is ass and ooc T_T

You knew something was off the moment you stepped inside.

Not in the obvious way. The lights were off, sure, but you'd come home to that plenty of times. No distant noise from the neighbor's apartment—still, not completely unusual.

You stood still in the doorway, keys still in hand, trying to locate the source of your discomfort. Then came that feeling.

A tightening at the base of your neck. A heaviness between your shoulder blades.

The eerie awareness of being watched.

You reached, slowly for your phone.

"Didn't think I'd still remember where you kept the spare key."

The voice was unmistakable.

You turned sharply, not out of courage but instinct, and there he was—Ma Minhwan, standing in the living room like a memory made flesh. Or a ghost. You weren't sure which disturbed you more.

His appearance had changed from the last time you saw him. The once vibrant hair now hung in limp, uneven strands. His face, drawn and shadowed, revealed how little sleep he'd had. There was no sign of the person he used to be.

Minhwan tilted his head. He didn't smile, not fully. He just studied your reaction with a calculating gaze.

"You're not going to say hi?"

You took a deep breath, spoke before you could think better of it.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

A beat of silence followed. He regarded you as though the question were beneath him.

"You look well." he offered instead.

"How the hell did you get out?"

Minhwan didn't answer. Instead, a slow, shallow smile spread across his face, unbothered.

"Don't worry about it."

It wasn't even evasion. It was dismissal.

You took a step back. Then another. The door was behind you.

"You shouldn't be here, Minhwan."

He raised an eyebrow, quiet for a moment.

"You left. You didn't visit."

You met his gaze, steady.

"I didn't visit because I meant it," you said, every word carefully measured. "We're done. I don't want to be part of whatever twisted thing you're doing."

He chuckled softly. The sound was dry. Unamused.

"You think it ends just because you say so?"

No inflection of anger. Only disbelief. Like you'd misunderstood the rules of a game he'd never explained.

His eyes flickered briefly past you—to the door.

You noticed. So did he.

A silence stretched, thick and suffocating.

You didn't give yourself time to think. You moved—quickly, turning away, reaching for the knob.

Before you could turn the knob—

You froze.

Cold metal met the base of your spine—distinct, heavy, unmistakable.

A gun. 

You didn’t have to turn around to know.

His voice came low, almost gentle.

"Touch that door, and I pull the trigger."

Your hand hovered inches from the knob.

You didn't move. You barely breathed.

The silence rang louder than any threat. It stretched and stretched, until it felt like your body would snap under it.

Your lungs refused to cooperate. Every cell in your body screamed at you to run.

But you didn’t move.

You stared ahead, at the door you could no longer open. At the life just inches away, suddenly unreachable.

Behind you, you could feel his breath. Calm. Certain.

“You’re home now,” Minhwan said, as if that settled it. As if that made it true.

A beat passed.

Then another.

You closed your eyes.

And didn’t move.

sorry if this is bad / makes no sense... its been so long since ive written anything </3

[bumblebeebie]

Cha Woo-Min as Phi Hanwool

Study group series coming this 24 Jan. I’m so excited to see phi hanwool. Apparently, they dyed his hair a little.

Though his look doesn’t look like the original Hanwool as much, I’m confident that he’s going to play this role so well already. I’ve just finished watching Cha Woo-Min’s works and found out that his acting skill is remarkable especially in Night Has Come series.

(His new hair style is so cute!)

This picture from Night Has Come resembles when Hanwool was on school’s rooftop talking to Minhwan.

🐹 I have been obsessed with Cha Woo-Min lately. Probably like him better than Hanwool now.🤣Anyways, Stay tuned for Study group series’ updates.