#gotak x reader

[aleese1111]

hii!! i love the way you write the whc boys so much. can you do something with the eunjang quartet x fem!reader but in a platonic way. like she is there to patch them up and treat them to some food or something after every fight (especially after the last one they had with the union - which she was understandably worried about)

after the storm | eunjang!quartet x fem!reader

summary: after the brutal fight against the union, they show up at her family’s restaurant—bloodied but alive. she worries, she scolds, she patches, she feeds. in between, there's banter, comfort, and something quiet and tender that lingers in the silences.

warnings: [platonic?] canon-typical violence aftermath, light blood/injury description, hurt/comfort .

author's note: this is so wholesome :(( . requests ,,

the familiar scent of frying oil and garlic wafted through the air as she wiped down a table by the window, cloth in one hand, mind far from the rhythms of the restaurant. the neon sign of her family’s fried chicken place buzzed softly behind her, but the usual comfort it brought her felt distant today. she hadn't been able to stop thinking about it—the fight. the one she wasn't supposed to know about, but of course she did. she always did when it came to them.

her hand slowed over the tabletop, worry nesting in her chest. the late afternoon sun spilled golden light through the glass, casting long shadows and warming the wooden floors, but it did little to settle the twist in her stomach. she had checked her phone twice in the last hour, hoping for a message, even just an emoji. nothing.

just as she turned to the next table, she caught a glimpse of movement outside. her breath caught.

the four of them.

yeon sieun, stoic as ever; baku, somehow still smiling even with dried blood on his brow; jung tae, bruised but beaming; and go hyuntak, his arm slung carelessly over sieun’s shoulder, eyes bright with the adrenaline of victory.

she dropped the rag.

"are you serious?!" she half-shouted, half-squeaked, rushing to the front entrance, throwing open the door so fast the bell above it clanged in protest. she stormed outside, arms flying in disbelief.

"what the hell happened to you guys?! look at your faces! jung tae, are you even walking properly?! baku, your lip—! gotak! you're bleeding through your shirt! and sieun—" she stopped at him, heart clenching at the sight of crimson staining his temple. "you too?"

they all looked at her like she was a sight from a better world. baku chuckled, reaching forward to ruffle her hair with a bloodied hand. "missed you too."

she slapped his hand away with a huff, eyes wide with exasperation but soft with relief. "you're all idiots. absolute, complete idiots. come inside before you all faint on the street."

they followed without protest, brushing past the bell once more as she ushered them to the back of the restaurant where it was quieter. her parents peeked in from the kitchen, and she waved quickly. "can you make extra portions? they need food. a lot of it."

"rough day again?" her father asked, already pulling out the pans.

"something like that," she muttered.

she dragged out the first aid kit and moved toward the table where the boys sat—some slouched, some upright, all bruised. gotak was the first she started with, dabbing a cloth gently over his cheek.

"you didn’t even try to block, did you?"

he grinned, his hand naturally resting on her thigh like it always did, no thought to the gesture, and she didn’t mind. "didn’t need to. we won."

"that’s not the point," she said, flicking his forehead.

"ow," he chuckled, his eyes catching hers for just a second longer than usual. her hand lingered a beat longer too, thumb brushing just under his jaw. he didn’t flinch.

she cleared her throat and moved to sieun next. he sat perfectly still, letting her tend to him like he always did. their eyes met—no words exchanged—but he gave the smallest nod. she returned it with a faint smile. he never needed to speak much. he always understood. but something in the way his gaze lingered today made her chest tighten. like he was reading more than he let on.

jung tae winced as she pressed antiseptic onto a scrape on his neck.

"don’t be a baby."

"you’re treating me like one."

"because you are one," she said, patting his cheek. "you’re lucky i don’t swaddle you in bubble wrap."

he flushed, muttering something about being strong as she moved on to baku, who held out his arm with a dramatic sigh.

"you should open a clinic," he teased. "but only for good-looking guys."

she smirked. "so i guess i’ll be closing after today, then."

"ouch. that’s cold."

they bantered easily as she wrapped gauze around his forearm. it was always like this with baku—like talking to a much older friend who still knew how to laugh like a kid. he leaned a bit closer as she tied the final knot in the bandage.

"you’re really good at this, you know?" he said more seriously, his voice low. "you keep everyone stitched up, not just with tape and gauze."

she blinked, taken aback by the sincerity. "you’re just saying that because i’m your free nurse."

"nah. saying it ‘cause it’s true."

food arrived not long after, filling the air with sizzling spices and warmth. plates clinked. drinks poured. for a moment, the chaos of the outside world paused.

gotak’s hand stayed on her thigh as he ate, casual and unthinking, but every so often his pinky tapped against her knee like he wasn’t quite as unaffected as he looked. she leaned slightly into him without thinking. it was just how they were—but tonight, the warmth of him beside her seemed to sink deeper into her skin.

sieun sat across from her, meeting her gaze occasionally with the tiniest of smiles. that was enough. except this time, he didn’t look away as quickly. his eyes lingered. she looked down at her plate, suddenly aware of how warm her ears felt.

jung tae animatedly talked about how he “almost” knocked a guy’s tooth out, while she poked fun at his exaggerated expressions.

"you should’ve seen me! the guy was huge. i mean, hulk huge."

"and you? what, ant-man?" she laughed, nudging his side.

"i’m tall!" he protested.

"you’re adorable."

he groaned, dropping his chopsticks in defeat. "why does everyone call me that?"

"because it’s true," gotak chimed in with a grin, ruffling jung tae’s already messy hair.

and baku, between mouthfuls, reached over to ruffle her hair again.

"you’re good at worrying," he said.

she rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips. "and you’re good at making me do it."

as the night wore on and the plates grew emptier, the energy shifted into something slower, softer. gotak leaned back, his shoulder brushing hers, and she didn’t move away. when she yawned, he tilted his head toward her.

"tired?"

"a little. long day."

"want me to carry you upstairs?" he teased.

she rolled her eyes but laughed. "you’d trip over the first step."

"still worth the offer."

across the table, sieun watched quietly, fingers tapping against his drink. their eyes met again, and for a heartbeat, everything felt still.

it was nothing. probably nothing.

but maybe it wasn’t.

the table bubbled with quiet laughter again. they were beaten, bruised, borderline limping—but they were together.

and that made everything feel okay again.

[rose24207]

I think I just fell in love with you all over again

Summary: While on a casual city date, you and Gotak unknowingly take part in a wholesome social experiment by comforting a shy little girl

Go hyun-tak x reader

A/N: inspired by my tt fyp. Also; does anyone want to be in my taglist for kdramas?

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It was a warm Saturday afternoon in the city—one of those rare perfect days where everything just feels right. The sun filtered through the high rises, dappling golden light onto the pavement as you and Gotak walked hand in hand, fingers loosely interlaced, drinks in your other hands, chatting and laughing as if nothing else in the world existed.

You had no real plans—just one of those aimless dates where the goal wasn’t to do something, but to be together. He had worn that dark hoodie you liked, the one that made his eyes look even softer than usual, and you had dressed down in jeans and a cute top, wanting to match the laid-back energy of the day.

"Do you wanna check out that vintage bookstore you told me about?" he asked, nudging your side with a little smirk. "The one with the creaky floors and the judgmental cat?"

You giggled. “Only if we get ice cream after. I’m emotionally preparing myself to be judged by a cat. I’ll need sugar.”

“Deal,” he said with a chuckle, and gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

But just as you turned the corner onto a quieter street, the kind where little cafés spilled out with outdoor seating and elderly couples walked hand in hand, you both heard a tiny voice call out.

“Um... excuse me?”

You both stopped and looked around until your eyes landed on her—a little girl, no more than five or six, standing with her tiny hands balled into nervous fists at her sides. Her big brown eyes flicked between the two of you. She had on a unicorn hoodie, one sneaker untied, and a shy, nervous look like she was about to cry but didn’t want to.

“Hi, sweetie,” you said softly, kneeling a little so you didn’t tower over her. “Are you okay?”

She looked down at her shoes and mumbled, “My mommy went to the toilet and told me to wait outside. But I’m scared to wait alone. Can you wait with me?”

Your heart melted instantly.

Gotak glanced at you, and without needing to say anything, you both nodded. “Of course,” he said gently, crouching down so he was closer to her height. “We can wait with you. Don’t worry, okay?”

The little girl nodded slowly, her body visibly relaxing. You both led her to sit on a nearby bench, positioned just outside a small café with a restroom sign pointing to the back.

You sat on either side of her, giving her space, not pressing with questions. Gotak smiled down at her kindly. “What’s your name?” he asked.

She hesitated, tugging the strings of her hoodie nervously. “Lila.”

“Hi, Lila,” you said warmly. “I’m Y/n, and this is Gotak.”

She looked at Gotak, her big eyes inspecting him carefully.

“You look really pretty and handsome,” she said suddenly, like she couldn’t help it anymore.

You burst out laughing—not in a mocking way, but in that surprised, heart-squeezed kind of way. Gotak’s ears visibly turned pink, and you caught him blinking in surprise.

“W-what?” he asked, scratching the back of his neck.

Lila nodded very seriously, like she was saying something scientific. “You look like a prince. But also like you could fight a dragon.”

You covered your mouth, trying to stifle a giggle, but it was no use. Gotak gave you a wide-eyed look, his lips twitching into a sheepish smile.

“Well, thank you,” he said, chuckling nervously. “That’s... really nice of you to say.”

Lila’s shyness returned immediately after that, and she twisted in place, clearly unsure what to say next. Gotak leaned in just a little, lowering his voice conspiratorially.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

Lila perked up and nodded, eyes wide.

“I’ve never fought a dragon before,” he whispered. “But I’ve read books about them.”

She gasped dramatically, and you chuckled again, watching the interaction unfold like something out of a movie.

“You like dragons too?” she whispered.

“Love them.”

Lila looked between the two of you, visibly more comfortable now. “Do you think dragons would be nice if we gave them snacks?”

“I think even dragons can’t resist cookies,” you said solemnly.

She giggled, kicking her little feet. “Me too.”

Minutes passed like that—talking about dragons, her favorite unicorn toy (which she called ‘Sprinkles the Destroyer’), and her theory that her mother could teleport. At one point, she leaned against Gotak’s side slightly, and he froze like a statue before relaxing and carefully adjusting so she could rest there more comfortably. You’d never seen him look more unsure and touched at the same time.

It made your chest ache in the best way.

You leaned toward him, murmuring, “You’re really good with kids, you know.”

He blinked at you. “Am I? I’m just winging it.”

“You’re adorable,” you whispered, brushing your hand briefly over his arm.

His blush deepened.

Eventually, two people approached from the direction of the café. A man with a camera and a woman holding a mic. You looked up, confused, until the woman smiled brightly.

“Hi! Sorry to interrupt—you two have just been part of a social experiment. This is for our YouTube channel Kindness Quest.”

Your eyebrows shot up.

The man held up the camera. “We wanted to see how people would respond if a child asked for help. Lila’s actually our niece, and her mom is just over there,” he said, pointing toward a woman waving from the side.

Gotak straightened in surprise, and you blinked in shock.

“Oh my god,” you laughed as you leaned you head against Gotaks shoulder. “We had no idea.”

“Yeah, you guys were so sweet with her,” the woman added. “A lot of people walked by or ignored her, but you stopped immediately. And the way you interacted with her—adorable.”

Lila waved. “They talked about dragons with me!”

The man chuckled. “We’ll be posting this next week, but if you’re uncomfortable with being shown, we can blur your faces or cut the footage.”

You and Gotak exchanged a look, then shrugged.

“We’re okay with it,” you said.

The woman beamed. “Thank you both! And thank you for being such kind humans. Seriously.”

After a few more thank-yous and another shy compliment from Lila to Gotak—“You’re still the prettiest prince I’ve seen”—you and Gotak resumed your walk through the city, this time a little more dazed and grinning like fools.

Gotak stuffed his hands in his pockets, his ears still pink. “I can’t believe she said I look like a prince.”

“She’s right,” you teased. “My mysterious, dragon-fighting, unicorn-loving prince.”

He rolled his eyes but was smiling softly. “It was... kinda nice. Talking to her.”

“You were so sweet with her,” you said honestly, nudging him. “Like... ridiculously sweet. I think I just fell in love with you all over again.”

He laughed, eyes crinkling. “Just for that?”

“That, and the way you said, ‘I’ve never fought a dragon before’ like it was the most serious confession of your life.”

He nudged your shoulder, and you both laughed, turning into the vintage bookstore at last. The wooden sign creaked, and the scent of old pages hit you instantly. The cat, true to its reputation, gave Gotak a judgmental once-over and promptly walked away.

You grinned. “Told you.”

He sighed. “I should’ve brought Lila. She could’ve handled that feline tyrant.”

The rest of the date was full of soft moments—browsing books you didn’t need, sharing a cone of mint-chocolate chip, and recounting the whole interaction with Lila multiple times, each time ending in laughter or a new dragon theory.

As the sun dipped lower into the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and lavender, you leaned your head on Gotak’s shoulder while sitting on a bench near the riverwalk.

“She really liked you,” you murmured.

He looked down at you, a gentle smile on his face. “I liked her too. And... I liked seeing that side of me. With you there.”

You turned to look at him, heart so full it ached a little. “You’re gonna be such a good dad someday.”

His eyes widened slightly at that, but then they softened. He didn’t say anything, just reached for your hand again, lacing your fingers together like it was second nature.

And in that golden hour glow, the two of you sat together, hearts light, smiles soft, and the sweet voice of a little girl echoing in your minds—“You look like a prince.”

Thank you for reading!

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[loveflimsz]

FURROWED EYEBROWS … p.humin , a.suho , g.hyeontak x reader

contains … fluff , mentions of fighting , blood , aftermath of a fight , wound clean up , established relationship

in which … reader is upset with baku/suho/gotak after they get in a fight for the 100th time this week , but she still cant hide her love from him.

( came up with a cute idea in my head but couldn’t decide which one to write it about , so why not right it about all 3 🤗 AND you guys can decide who u wanna read it about ! )

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baku/suho/gotak knocked on your door late at night, “ (name), cmon open the door for me” you sat up rubbing the sleep from your eyes, hearing the constant knocks at the door, the clock reading 3:15 am ,

slipping out of bed and walking to door, you look thru the piphole to see a bruised, sweaty, and bloody baku/suho/gotak. furrowing your eyebrows you unlocked and opened the door as fast as you could “ baku/sohu/gotak what happened to you” concern wondering thru your tone, scanning his body now that you can see all of him. “ got in another fight, no biggy” he said as if his face and hands werent leaking blood. your eyebrows fought to tightened even more ,

you pulled him in the door, leading him to your bedroom, “stay here,” you whispered before walking out to get everything you needing to clean him up. walking back in, the room was filled with silence besides baku/suho/gotak ‘s whines as you cleaned his wounds ,

you huffed heavily before u spoke again “you’re insufferable,” you started “why do you keep doing this to yourself. why do you keep fighting fighting?” you asked sternly, but concern still lacing throughout your voice ,

no response,

stopping your motion you looked up to see a flustered baku/suho/gotak, softly smiling at you with heart eyes “you know babe, even with furrowed eyebrows you still look at me with love in your eyes” his voice low, you rolled your eyes to hide your now flustered face. “ i worry about you, when you get into fights like this, what if,” it was a long pause in between your sentence “what if one day you get badly hurt, more than just a couple bruises and cuts” looking up eyes now filled with not only love, but tears. “you don’t have to worry or stress, i can handle myself baby, they wont take me down,” he reassured, interlocking his pinky with yours “promise.” leaning down to kiss you ,

the kiss passionate yet gentle, what wasn’t said spoke thru the kiss. pulling away, you two smile softly at each other, looking at each other with admiration and affection.

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i’m sorry this is awfully short and probably a little bad , i haven’t wrote in such a long time, and also sorry for any mistakes i didn’t read over this 😖 but i hope you enjoy my horrible writing , byeeeeee !

[sknyuz]

weak hero class 2 headcanons — kisses with the boys of whc²

synopsis — headcanons on how the boys of whc2 would kiss you ^^

pairing/s — sieun x reader, suho x reader, baku x reader, gotak x reader, juntae x reader, baekjin x reader, seongje x reader edit: added beomseok x reader

a/n — no hyoman despite the photo used, obviously not writing for a sexual harasser on here. love the actor tho!

masterlist | the “i can fix him!” trilogy

⤷ yeon sieun

sieun’s kisses are quiet, like everything he does—calculated, meticulous, but the impact lingers. he pauses first, eyes searching yours for confirmation, always making sure. “just for a second,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb beneath your jaw. si-eun’s not the type to make a big deal out of it, but when he leans in, it’s with the kind of care that makes your heart ache. his fingers trail down from your jaw to the back of your ear, tentative, like he’s scared he’ll break something if he moves too fast. “stay still,” he whispers, voice low, like he’s focusing too hard. and when your lips meet, it’s feather-light but grounding, like he’s anchoring himself in the feeling of you. and for just a second, you feel like you’re the only thing in his world.

⤷ ahn suho

suho kisses you like it’s the most natural thing in the world. like breathing, like blinking. he grins as he leans down, arms loose around your waist, and you feel the warmth radiating off him even before his lips touch yours. “you’re staring,” he teases, his voice barely above a whisper. “you gonna kiss me or just keep looking?” and when you do, he laughs into the kiss, light and carefree, his hand slipping up the back of your neck, pulling you just a little closer. “there,” he says, smug. “much better.”

⤷ park humin (baku)

baku’s grinning before he even kisses you. leans in like he’s about to tell you a secret, lips brushing yours once, twice, then pulling back with a little laugh when you chase him. “missed me?” he teases, but when he’s kissing you for real—it’s slower, deeper, more serious than you expect. his hand’s at your hip, fingers curling through your belt loop like he doesn’t want you going anywhere. “you’re mine now, you know that?” he murmurs, still smiling, but it’s softer now. the kind that makes your stomach flip in the best way.

⤷ go hyuntak (gotak)

gotak’s kiss is slow and reassuring, the kind of kiss that makes you feel like everything is going to be okay. he’s calm and deliberate, pulling you closer with a gentleness that contrasts with his usual boyish disposition. his lips move against yours with a soft rhythm, and his hand rests on the back of your head, pressing you in just a little closer.

“you’re safe with me,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing over your cheek, and you can feel the sincerity in his words, as though he’s silently promising to protect you.

⤷ seo juntae

juntae’s so nervous you can practically feel it in the way his fingers twitch near yours. “can i—uh, is it okay if i…?” he trails off, face already red, and you have to smile because he’s so damn sweet. when he finally kisses you, it’s hesitant, a soft press of lips like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. but the second time, when you kiss him back, he relaxes. his hand comes up to cup your cheek, and it’s deeper, more sure. “that wasn’t… too weird, right?” he asks, voice sheepish. you shake your head and laugh. he kisses you again, smiling this time.

⤷ na baekjin

baekjin’s kiss is unexpected, full of intensity and passion. he doesn’t waste time with hesitation—his lips crash into yours with a fervor that surprises you, as though he’s been holding back for too long. his hands grip your waist, pulling you in as if he doesn’t want to let go. there’s something urgent, something desperate in the way he kisses you, but it softens as you respond, and for once, he allows himself to give in to the moment.

“don’t pull away,” he murmurs softly against your lips, his breath shaky, and as his thumb gently brushes your cheek, you can feel the blood rushing through his veins, telling you everything he’s too afraid to say.

for the baekjin girlies.

⤷ geum seongje

seongje is impulsive, and his kiss is no different. he doesn’t ask for permission, he just goes for it, his hand slips around your wrist, pulling you in close, and he doesn’t hesitate—his lips crash into yours with a reckless kind of intensity that leaves you breathless. it’s wild and spontaneous, the kind of kiss that catches you off guard, but you can feel the deep emotion behind it, the rawness in the way he holds you. he pulls away with a smirk, looking at you like he’s just gotten away with something.

“you didn’t see that coming, did you?” his grin is a mix of mischief and a crazy, magnetic attraction to you.

bonus!

⤷ oh beomseok

kissing him is slow, almost hesitant, like he’s testing the waters, unsure if it’s okay to cross the line. his glasses fog up slightly as he leans in, and he adjusts them with one hand, not breaking eye contact. his fingers brush the side of your face, light and careful, like he's afraid to leave a mark. “this is fine, right?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper. you nod, and his lips finally meet yours—soft, cautious, but it feels like everything he’s been holding back. it’s simple, unhurried, like he’s savoring the quiet moment of vulnerability, and for once, he feels himself finally be seen.

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[slaybinnie]

Weak Hero Class boys when: you ask for a photo of them ──★˙🍓̟!!

SMAU (social media au)

gender neutral reader!

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 warnings: fluff & like 2 dirty jokes

★ Sieun

★ Suho

★ Baku

★ Gotak

★ Juntae

★ Seongje

★ Baekjin

[nadloves]

MY FAVORITE WEAK HERO CLASS 1 & 2 FANFICT

Yeon Sieun

Yeon si-eun x reader

LOVE LESSONS

unspoken

After School Surprise Pt 1 , Pt 2

You 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎

Don’t leave me behind

PARTY ON YOU Pt 1 , Pt 2 , Pt 3

sidelines

Not just friends

homework and heart

UNREQUITED Pt 1 , Pt 2

Ahn Suho

Oh Mama!

“Strike for Strike”

Stay a little longer

Just strong enough to love you

Go Hyuntak

go hyuntak boyfriend hcs

Not his girlfriend

Reconnection Pt 1 , Pt 2 , Pt 3

go hyuntak boyfriend hc's

Sickeningly in love literally.

Na Baekjin

before the storm

still, i choose you

Geum Seongje

Advice.. Pt 1 , Pt 2 , Pt 3 , Pt 4

collarless

let love bleed red

„Bite The Blade” Pt 1 - 8

❝ Love ❞ Pt 1 - 5

+ DISCOVER YOUR SECRETS Pt 1 - 5

+ YOU CARE SO MUCH

+ SIX FEET OF SMOKE AND SILENCE

Park Humin

Taking care of you

Oh Beomseok

afterglow

[juliettejwnewinesa]

Hello, I have been reading your stuff and WOW amazing every time

I was wondering if you can do for the weak hero boys the Rizz prank with x fem reader who is a childhood friend or just friends in general. And how would they react. Reader was doing it so seriously because she likes them but never got the courage to do it.

and she feels that if they didn't like it or just laughed she can just say that it was a trend. But they like her back~~~

Thank you so much for your amazing work. I hope you have a wonderful day/night

Weak Hero Boys React to Your Rizz Prank 💬✨

Setting: You and the boys have been friends or childhood friends for a while. You’ve been crushing quietly, and this Rizz prank is your low-key way to finally put yourself out there — but with an easy out if it flops (“It was just a trend!”).

1. Ahn Suho

Suho’s the calm, almost intimidating type but with a soft spot for you.

You text him something smooth and over-the-top like: “Are you a thief? Because you just stole my heart. But it’s okay, I don’t need it back.”

He reads it, stares at the message for a second, then bursts out laughing—genuinely amused, not mocking.

When you say, “Haha, just a trend, don’t mind me,” he replies, “Nah, you’re just stealing my attention for real.”

Next time you meet, he teases you gently but with warmth: “Guess I gotta watch out now, huh?”

2. Baek Jin

Baek Jin is sharp and a little rough around the edges but secretly low-key into you.

You send: “Are you Wi-Fi? Because I’m feeling a connection I can’t explain.”

He replies with a smirk emoji and says, “Well, I’m glad I’m your signal. Should I expect you to crash my network anytime soon?”

You try to laugh it off: “Just a prank, though.”

But Jin texts back: “Prank or not, you got my full bars.”

When you see him, he gives you a look that says he’s amused and maybe a little impressed you finally said something.

3. Juntae

Juntae’s playful and sharp, always ready with a quick comeback.

You send: “Is your name Google? Because you’ve got everything I’m searching for.”

He texts back instantly with a teasing grin emoji, “Careful, you might get lost in the search results.”

You try to play it cool: “Just a trend, don’t take me seriously!”

He replies, “Oh, I’m taking you seriously — especially if you’re the only result I want to see.”

3. Hyuntak

Hyuntak’s the quiet, serious type, but with a surprisingly warm side that only close friends get to see.

You nervously send: “Are you a magician? Because whenever you’re around, everything else disappears.”

He doesn’t reply right away. You start to feel awkward, preparing your “it’s just a trend” fallback.

Later, Hyuntak catches you off guard by quietly saying, “I was thinking about that line all day.”

You blink, surprised, and he adds, “It’s good. You’re good.”

From then on, he’s a little softer with you — more protective, more present.

5. Baek Dongha

Dongha is the quiet, mysterious type who doesn’t say much but his actions speak volumes.

You nervously text: “Do you have a map? Because I keep getting lost in your eyes.”

No reply. You panic and say, “Just kidding, it’s a silly trend.”

Later, he pulls you aside, hands you a small paper map with a heart drawn on it, and says softly, “Then maybe I’ll guide you.”

You melt.

Bonus: Your inner thoughts —

At first, you’re terrified. What if they laugh? What if they don’t like you back?

But every single one of them surprises you — they don’t laugh at you, they laugh with you. They tease, but their eyes say they’re interested.

It’s the start of something electric and new.

[gotaksboyfie]

maybe bf!gotak and 'think fast i'm a random girl' trend?

"think fast, i'm a random girl!"

go hyuntak, yeon sieun, ahn suho, park humin/baku, seo juntae, keum seongje, na baekjin

go hyuntak

» it takes a moment for the words to register, but he understands the reference quickly from a tiktok he saw a few days prior. he never thought you would do it on him though. luckily, he has the perfect plan

» dodges any attempts for you to touch/grab him, darting away with quick feet. even jumps onto some furniture too

» "don't touch me! i have a girlfriend!" he screams it while you're both laughing like madmen as he keeps slipping from your grasp, running around your furniture

» eventually you two end up tripping over each other, with you falling onto hyuntak's chest and knocking the air out of him

» "i'm.. telling my.. girlfriend." he wheezes out, out of breath from the impromptu chase session. he's too tired to push you off, so he just lays star-fished out on the ground

» you lift your head slightly to look him in the eye and hyuntak immediately takes an interest in the ceiling, still acting like you're a random girl

» "hm. you should've pushed me off but you passed. nine out of ten."

» "you think i have the strength to push you off while you ran after me like tom and jerry?! i should get full points," hyuntak pouts, flicking your forehead

» "minus two points for hurting your girlfriend."

yeon sieun

» ??????????

» has no clue what you're talking about. just stares confused as you try and explain the trend to him, but he just continues staring with a deadpan face

» "you.. want me to act like you're a random girl?"

» "yes! okay, pretend i'm a random girl from your cram school." you walk up to him and wrap your arm around his, leaning in for a kiss

» sieun rolls his eyes but plays along anyway, putting on his most stoic face for you. he proceeds to hand his notes over to you and untangle himself from you, effectively dodging all your moves.

» you stand still for a couple seconds, waiting for his next move. he just begins studying like nothing happened. well that was fast.

» "thats it?" you ask. that was so ... sieun.

» "you're just getting my notes. what else should i do?" sieun furrows his brows, genuinely confused. okay maybe in retrospect you should've clarified a little. sieun heard 'cram school' and his mind immediately thought of studying

» a semi-failed attempt because sieun is sieun. he scores an eight and a half out of ten for keeping it short and quick, you suppose.

ahn suho

» shrieks the second you step within a foot of him, already meters away in the blink of an eye

» "get away from me!" he takes up a defensive stance, cowering behind his arms

» "but i–" you don't even get three words in before suho interrupts you with a loud yell

» "not interested, lady!"

» somehow, somewhere, he got ahold of a frying pan in the few moments you took your eyes off him. now he just looked insane, waving it around your apartment while hooting and hollering

» you can't even get your words out with how hard you're laughing, tears forming in your eyes

» suho's act starts to fall when he notices, letting out giggles of his own. when you recollect yourself, he snaps back into character

» "don't look at me! i'm happily taken, i'll have you know!"

» "but can you help me?" you bat your eyes, hoping to lure him in for a kiss. there's not much to do when he has a frying pan, unless you want a concussion (though you both know he would never hurt you)

» "no can do!"

» after a stare-down between you and suho, you give a firm nod and a thumbs up. "ten out of ten. i raised you well."

» suho smirks and scoops you up in a bear hug, taking your feet off the floor for a few seconds. "so, can i get a reward for doing so well? or.."

baku

» you have to take multiple shots because baku keeps kissing you back and holding your waist too tenderly. he can't pretend for the life of him

» "babe, you have to pretend i'm not me."

» "but why?" sulks like a puppy each time you tell him he failed. after the third attempt (he just wanted kisses) he promises to actually do it

» "nope! i'm taken." his hand is holding your face pushing you away. you try to advance forward, but he's holding you completely in place with just a hand after a few seconds of struggling, he grabs you up by your ass and wraps your legs around him

» "can we do something funner now?" seems like you weren't the only one affect by the display of strength. horny bastard

» eleven out of ten for effectiveness (bonus point for the sex afterwards)

seo juntae

» similar ??? reaction to sieun. he's a bit (months) late to trends, so he hasn't caught wind of this one yet

» "but why would i do that baby? you're not just any random woman to me, you're–"

» you cut him off before he can wax poetics about you and how much you mean to him. "no, tae, it's like a trend. just pretend okay?"

» juntae pouts but agrees. he's surprised when you grab him by his face and press chaste kisses all over his face, melting into the touch for a moment before remembering what you wanted him to do

» "aah! wait, no!!" juntae pushes you off a little too hard, sending you to tumbling to the floor. he gasps and rushes to your side, "are you hurt?!"

» challenge is cut short when juntae is in tears over hurting you, and you reassure him it was fun and it really didn't hurt. he's too soft for his own good

» six out of ten for the delayed reaction, but he gets a ten out of ten in your heart

keum seongje

» "now why would i do that, sweetheart?"

» has seen the challenge one or two times, but always skipped it because it was boring. he doesn't understand why you want to do it, everyone already knows not to approach him (both men and women)

» "just do it, please?" you plead, putting on your best puppy eyes. seongje relents, and agrees to do it begrudgingly.

» "don't get mad at me for what i do, 'kay?" seongje raises an eyebrow at how excited you look. obviously he won't punch the shit out of you just for some 'trend', so he'll just stick to a watered down version of his actual reaction

» when you start walking towards him with your hands out—looking for a hug—he quickly swipes his feet to send you falling

» "whoops, didn't see you there." he says dryly, leaving you on the floor.

» you roll over onto your back, and look up at him. you laugh and give a thumbs up. he passed. "eight out of ten, good job." minus two points for not being straightforward about it

» "not a ten out of ten? i'm hurt sweetheart," seongje watches as you get up, dusting off your clothes. damn. and he thought he did good too. maybe he should've went for a light slap?

na baekjin

» a bit confused because 1. what the fuck is this trend and 2. he's so busy with union work and keeping his grades that he hasn't had time to doomscroll as much as you do

» you explain it to him, and he agrees to do it with you. he wasn't expecting you to launch towards him with puckered lips, landing a kiss on his cheek within seconds.

» keep a straight face and uses his notebook of motorcycle orders to swat at your face like a fly. "i have a girlfriend." he says, lightly patting your face with the rolled up notebook on each word

» not very effective on you, since you keep going anyways. but if it was any other girl they'd get scared off (probably). if it works, it works

» "eight point five out of ten, you were hitting me too lightly."

» "that's not fair!" everyone knows baekjin has the biggest soft spot for you, he can't bring himself to hurt you in the slightest. sucks for him though, he lost two points because of that

fin

a/n didn't really know how to write it bc i felt like it's be too short either way, so i decided to do multiple characters to make it less empty (;;;*_*)

alsooo it has come to my attention i've been neglecting my poor baby suho 💔 will be writing more of him in the future i promise! also psst what do we think of these style headcanons for these type of posts? would love some feedback ^___^

[xoxolaw]

Hiii congrats on your 500 follower (^з^)-☆

This is my request for you 500 followers event

Character - Go Hyuntak 🥋

Song - I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend by Hot Freaks ｡𖦹°‧⭑.ᐟ

AU - Childhood friends, one-sided love

𐙚˙✧˖°🍮 ༘ ⋆｡ ˚

+ 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗘𝗗

in which Go Hyun-Tak’s been in love with her since age seven, but all she does is steal his hoodies and call him "bro."

+ 𝗚𝗢 𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗡-𝗧𝗔𝗞 𝗫 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

fluff

Go Hyun-Tak had been in love with her since the third grade.

Not that she noticed.

Not when she made him pinky-promise to be her best friend forever after he shared his juice box. Not when she’d nap on his shoulder during field trips. Not when she still—still—stole his hoodie in high school and never gave it back.

Now she was seventeen, sprawled beside him on a patchy hill in the local park, legs tucked beneath her, sipping bubble tea while humming off-key to the playlist they made together. She was scrolling her phone like nothing mattered, occasionally shoving the straw toward him for a sip—like it was the most normal thing in the world to share drinks and air and heartbeats.

And Hyun-Tak let her.

Because he was weak.

Because she called him “Takie” in that lazy, syrupy way that made his brain short-circuit.

Because when she turned to him with those wide, guileless eyes and said, “I think I might like someone,” it felt like someone had hit pause on the whole damn universe.

He blinked. “Oh?”

She didn’t look up from her phone, just shrugged, like it wasn’t a big deal. Like she hadn’t just turned his world sideways with one sentence. “Yeah. It’s stupid.”

Hyun-Tak swallowed, throat dry. “It’s not stupid.”

“You don’t even know who it is.”

No, he thought bitterly, but I know who it’s not.

She adjusted her weight, curling slightly on her side, propping her head up with one arm. A blade of grass stuck in her hair. The oversized sleeves of his hoodie fell past her knuckles. Her eyes flicked to his—half-lidded, lazy, familiar—and she gave him that soft, conspiratorial smile. The kind that made him feel like they were the only two people in the world.

“You wanna know?”

He hesitated.

Everything in him screamed no.

But he nodded anyway. “Sure.”

She grinned, bashful in a way she almost never was. “Okay, but don’t laugh.”

“I won’t.”

“I mean it.”

“Promise.”

A beat passed. Two.

She buried her face in her sleeve for a second, groaning. “Ugh, now I feel dumb.”

“Hey.” His voice gentled without thinking. “It’s me. You never have to feel dumb with me.”

She peeked up at him again, and this time something in her expression shifted—just the tiniest bit. Something quieter. Something more unsure.

And then, just as she opened her mouth—

Her phone buzzed.

She glanced at the screen, thumb hovering.

“Hold on—it's him,” she said, without thinking. And just like that, the moment passed.

Hyun-Tak froze. Watched her face light up like a goddamn fireworks display.

And it gutted him.

He tried to look somewhere else. Anywhere else.

He ended up staring at the hem of his hoodie hanging off her wrist. It looked better on her than it ever did on him.

“You okay?” she asked after a moment, eyes still on the screen, smile tugging at her lips.

“Yeah,” he said softly, leaning back into the grass, eyes skyward. “I’m always okay.”

And he was.

That was the problem.

He was always okay. Always there. Always Takie—her safe place, her stand-in boyfriend for practice dances, her emergency contact, her ride home when it rained.

Everything but the one thing he wanted to be.

✮⋆˙

It was three days later when she brought it up again.

Same hill. Same park. A little windier this time, with leaves rustling in dry circles around their shoes. The sky was overcast, the kind of cloudy that made everything feel muted and slow—except for her, apparently, because she was pacing in front of the bench while Hyun-Tak sat, watching her unravel in real time.

“I swear to god, if he says one more thing about how I’m not like other girls, I’m gonna throw my phone into the lake.”

Hyun-Tak blinked up at her. “You don’t even like lakes.”

“That’s not the point, Takie,” she huffed, running both hands through her hair, tugging at the strands. “The point is he’s so—ugh—he’s so confusing! One minute he’s texting me like he’s interested, and the next he leaves me on read for an entire day. And when I ask what’s wrong, he just says ‘lol nothing.’ LOL NOTHING?! Who does that?”

Hyun-Tak bit the inside of his cheek, holding back a smile. Barely.

She spun on him. “Why are you smiling?”

“I’m not,” he said, all innocence, but his lips were clearly betraying him.

She pointed at him with a glare. “You totally are! I am losing my mind, and you're just sitting there with your little smug face like this is a rom-com and you're the side character getting popcorn.”

He held up both hands. “I swear I’m not enjoying this.”

She narrowed her eyes.

“…Okay, maybe a little,” he admitted, ducking as she flung a crumpled straw wrapper at him. It missed by a mile.

She flopped onto the bench beside him with a groan, letting her head fall dramatically onto his shoulder. “He’s such a jerk, Takie. Like—a real jerk. Not even in a hot way. Just a mildly emotionally unavailable but still somehow pretty way. Which is worse.”

He didn’t say anything at first. Just sat there, letting her vent, letting her rest her head against him like she always did when the world got too loud.

Then, quietly: “So… you’re done with him?”

She sighed into his hoodie. “I should be. But I’m not. I don’t know. It’s like—ugh—I think I just liked the idea of it, you know? Of someone liking me. Wanting me. Even if it’s… not real.”

His chest ached at that.

She didn’t see herself clearly. Never had.

Didn’t realize that everyone wanted her. That she was the kind of person who made playlists with her friends and remembered their birthdays and gave away her heart like she was born with too much of it.

“You are wanted,” he said quietly.

She pulled back a little, brows furrowing. “What?”

“You said you wanted someone to want you,” he repeated, more careful now. “But… you already are.”

She blinked, caught off guard. “By who?”

Hyun-Tak opened his mouth—then closed it.

Laughed under his breath.

“Just… in general,” he said instead. “You’re easy to want.”

A pause.

Then she slumped forward again, exhaling into his shoulder. “You always say the right thing. You suck.”

He smiled down at the top of her head.

If only you knew, he thought. If only you looked at me the way I look at you.

But instead, he just said, “Want me to go beat him up?”

She snorted. “You and what army?”

“Just me. I’m terrifying.”

She laughed for real this time. Loud, open-mouthed, free. Her nose scrunched in that way that made his stomach hurt.

And he swore—

For just a second, she looked at him a little too long.

Not enough. But longer than usual.

+ 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 + 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

Hope this was enjoyable 🥲 cause I'm not sure

+ 𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

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[chuxmy]

Hello! (First of all, please forgive my bad English, it's not my first language)

Could I make a request where the reader is Si-eun's sister, maybe a year or a few months younger and his friends come to his house to visit him and then meet her. At first they are confused because they think Si-eun is dating someone but they soon find out everything. The romantic partner could be Gotak. Please and thank you! :)

Not his girlfriend

Pairings: Go Hyuntak (Gotak) x Siuen‘s Sister!Reader

Summary: You had no choice but to open the door and you are already a victim.

Warnings: light flirting, mild language

The doorbell rang at exactly 2:03 p.m.

You sat on the couch, legs crossed under you, headphones in, lazily scrolling on your phone. The apartment smelled faintly of coffee and the instant noodles Sieun had made but only taken two bites of before returning to his room with a book under his arm.

You didn’t even flinch at the sound.

The doorbell rang again, followed by aggressive knocking.

You sighed, pulling one earbud out. “Sieun!” you called. “Someone’s at the door!”

From down the hall. “You get it.”

“Why? It’s probably your weird friends again.”

“Exactly.”

You grumbled, rising to your feet. You had on shorts and an oversized hoodie that probably belonged to Sieun at some point. Your hair was a mess, and your face well, you hadn’t expected to see anyone important today.

You opened the door.

And three pairs of eyes blinked back at you in surprise.

There they were Park Humin, Seo Juntae, and Go Hyeontak, standing awkwardly in the hallway, each holding something: drinks, snacks, and a bag of chips, respectively.

You tilted your head.

They stared.

“Oh,” said Juntae, blinking rapidly. “We… uh… Sorry—did we get the wrong place?”

“No,” said Gotak slowly, frowning. “Wait… Who are you?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Who are you?”

Humin pointed at you like he’d just cracked a conspiracy. “Is this- are you his girlfriend?”

You blinked. Then barked a laugh. “Ew. No.”

“Wait,” said Gotak, narrowing his eyes. “You sure?”

“Dead sure.”

You turned around and yelled into the apartment, “Sieun! Your friends think I’m your girlfriend!”

A moment later, footsteps approached, and Yeon Sieun appeared, looking mildly irritated. “Don’t scream weird things,” he muttered.

Then he looked at the guys. “What are you all doing just standing there?”

“You didn’t tell us someone else was here,” Juntae said, his voice full of suspicion.

“She lives here,” Sieun said simply. “She’s my sister.”

Your eyes met Gotak’s again as you stepped aside to let them in. You noticed then just briefly his gaze lingered on your legs before he looked away quickly.

“Hi,” you said dryly. “I’m Y/N. Unfortunately related to this emotionally constipated guy.”

“Nice to meet you,” said Juntae, grinning now that the mystery was solved. “That was honestly, a wild thirty seconds.”

Humin nodded. “We seriously thought you two were dating. Sieun’s expression wasn’t helping.”

Gotak said nothing, but you felt his eyes on you again when he thought you weren’t looking.

The boys settled in the living room, drinks and snacks sprawled across the table. You mostly stayed on the edge of the room, half listening as you played a game on your phone, curled in a corner of the couch opposite Gotak.

It was a rare day when Sieun had people over, and rarer still when you didn’t feel invisible in your own house.

“He’s like this all the time?” Juntae asked you suddenly, pointing at Sieun.

You smirked. “You mean uptight and emotionally unavailable? Yeah. It’s like living with a robot who judges you for breathing too loudly.”

Sieun didn’t even react. He flipped a page in his book like he wasn’t even part of the conversation.

Gotak chuckled lowly. “So you got the personality in the family.”

You arched a brow. “That a compliment?”

He tilted his head. “Depends. You want it to be?”

You looked at him more carefully this time black shirt stretched over his broad shoulders, lazy grin playing on his lips, a dimple peeking when he smiled fully.

Maybe not as dumb as he looked.

“Let’s just say… I’ll take it,” you replied.

Juntae made a loud oooh noise from beside him.

“Are you flirting with my sister?” Sieun asked without looking up.

Gotak didn’t miss a beat. “Not if you shoot me.”

You laughed, a real one this time, and Gotak looked at you with something like triumph. He leaned a little back, but you could feel it, his eyes found you again every few minutes, like he was trying to figure out where he stood.

You didn’t give him much. Not yet.

Sieun retreated to his room again eventually too much talking, too much noise. The others were still chatting, and you stayed, amused by their banter. Somehow, you and Gotak ended up washing the dishes after dinner. You scrubbed, he dried.

“Seriously though,” he said, quieter now, “I thought you were his girlfriend. Gave me a heart attack.”

You glanced at him. “Disappointed?”

“Honestly?” He met your gaze, smile softening. “Kind of. You’re cool.”

You stared at him for a second longer than necessary. “I think that was flirting again.”

He grinned. “You gonna report me to Sieun?”

You smirked. “Only if you suck at it.”

The silence between you stretched, warm and awkward in the best way.

“Do you… want my number?” he asked.

You handed him a dry plate.

“Smooth,” you said. “Try again after you don’t smell like garlic chips.”

He laughed, head tilted back, genuinely amused.

“Challenge accepted.”

As the boys left, Gotak paused at the door, hands stuffed into his pockets.

“See you around.” he said your name, giving you a look you felt in your stomach.

You nodded, just a little, before closing the door behind them.

From his room, Sieun called out, “Don’t date my friends.”

You called back, “No promises.”

And you swore, you could hear him sigh.

[4ever-me]

☁️Pairing: Gotak X Fem!Reader

☁️Warnings: Unprotected sex, Dom!Gotak, Degradation, hair pulling, Gotak fucks you by giving you an armlock, Doggy Style.

does not follow the drama's storyline, so all the characters are of legal age. Minors DNI

☁️A/N: This was the work of a late-night daydream. I don't understand taekwondo, so forgive me if I got something wrong. English isn't my first language.

Your mother teaches taekwondo, mainly to young people. Some of your classmates trained with her. Sometimes, you helped her with the training and the Dojang. You knew how to fight a little, but it wasn't anything serious. Even though your mother wanted you to fight and even win some competitions, you always said no, and because of that, she was always talking about the best fighters: the champions who led the Dojang to several championship victories.

MinSik, the best fighter, strong and dedicated, who had been fighting taekwondo since he was a child, was a good and kind boy. You didn't know him very well, but you had spoken to him a few times. Your mother loved him, always saying that he would be a great boyfriend for you, but you always avoided the subject.

JiWoo was right and loyal, taking victory to the Dojang in a calculated way. She was serious and shy, but in combat she was someone completely different. And finally, HyunTak: he was violent and impulsive, he had no patience for anything, but he always won. He was strong, and certainly stronger than MinSik, but his impulsiveness got in his way. Your mother didn't like him; she thought he was too violent for taekwondo and always told you that fighting wasn't for him. Because even though he was one of the best fighters, he didn't follow the philosophy of fighting.

She always told you to stay away from him, especially after she found out that you studied together and saw you talking at the Dojang after training. She said she didn't want you involved with HyunTak, but little did she know that the forbidden is the hottest.

Your mother was downstairs making dinner and you were in your room studying, but that was before HyunTak came in through your bedroom window.

And now, you grab the sheets beneath you as HyunTak fucks you on doggy style. Your body moves with the rhythm of his hips hitting yours. He grabs your ass hard, sometimes lightly slapping your skin, sometimes stroking your waist. You had to stay silent, your mother could never know that you were having sex with HyunTak. You try your best, but when his dick presses a sensitive spot inside you, your eyes roll back and you open your mouth in an almost silent sigh. You grab your pillow and hug it, letting your head pressed into the fabric, trying to muffle your moans. You squeeze his dick, and he lets out a loud grunt, your eyes widen, stretching your hand back towards him, trying to keep him quiet.

"Gotak..." You sigh "Be quiet, please" He kisses the palm of your hand, slapping it right after. After you take your hand away from him, you look down and see the fluids coming out of your pussy and his dick dripping onto the mattress, your pussy contracts, you find this exciting. Gotak runs his hand along both of your backs, reaching your hair, arranging it gently on your back, before grabbing you tightly and pulling your body to his chest. You grab the hand that pulls your hair, trying to loosen his grip, but he violently pulls your hands away. He wraps his arm around your neck, squeezing it lightly, letting go of your hair and going back to fucking you hard.

"Don't you want your mother to find out that her exemplary daughter is being fucked by her worst student?" He whispers in your ear.

"Hmmph" You deny with a trembling voice "She'll be upset with me."

"And you don't want to leave your disappointed mother alone, do you?" He mocks "And if she finds out, will you stop begging for my cock?"

"N-no" Your eyes tremble when you feel his tip hit that spot again.

"No?" He asks amused "You're a little bitch for my cock, aren't you? You love it when I fuck you, Hm?"

"Y-yes, Gotak, I l-love your cock!" You feel your climax approaching, and you don’t even care about the noise you’re making anymore.

Gotak realizes you’re close and tightens his arm around your neck, you get dizzy and feel your orgasm coming on stronger. He puts his hand on your pussy, rubbing your clit firmly. You squeeze his cock, writhing and rolling your eyes, and everything intensifies due to the lack of air. You feel him cumming in your pussy, the jets of sperm making you warm. Hyuntak moans and curses close to your ear, taking his arm off your neck and pulling your face for a needy kiss. He lays you down and lies on top of your body, not taking his cock out of you. You breathe deeply as you try to compose yourselves, and you’re almost dozing off when you hear loud knocks on your bedroom door.

"Daughter, what’s going on there?!"

[parkersgarage]

a/n: I said it already but this was only written after I saw minjae’s insta story 😭😭

go hyuntak x gn!reader | 730 wc | no major warnings, suggestive!!, heated kissing, no union business or any fights so let’s say this is well after everything 😇 mutual crush but it’s not brought up much

!!! NOT quite nsfw/smut but it IS suggestive

Hyuntak didn’t think he’d be under you, holding your shoulders to keep you at a distance that was still reasonable for friends.

Baku had told him to post more on his socials, and Juntae had even encouraged it with a smile, adding in the teasing comment of some people who’d enjoy seeing a photo of him once in a while. 

He didn’t think this would happen, all because of a stupid picture he took when he felt good about himself. 

“What happened to confessing romantically?” He asks, voice trembling, eyes desperately trying to find yours— but yours are glued to his neck. “Why are you so riled up?” 

“Can you just push me away?” You muttered, prying your eyes away from his skin, staring him square in the eye. “Just push me away, Hyuntak.” Your voice is strained, as if it hurts to beg him to reject you. 

The boy sighs, fingers flexing against your shoulders, but they don’t push; instead, they pull. You fall against him, hands fumbling to prop yourself up at the unexpected action, eyes wide as you stare at him with anticipation. 

He doesn’t make a move, neither do you. Not with such little space between you, a minimal distance that toed the line between friends and more. 

Hyuntak’s breath melds with yours as his head bobs forward just the slightest, a challenge to do something– an action he didn’t know if he was allowed to initiate. 

You inch closer, little by little, until your lips barely brush. You wait for him to move away, push you away, anything. 

But when it doesn’t happen, you press forward. 

Holding his face with one hand as the other keeps you balanced above him, hesitating to press your whole weight against him. He makes a noise when your lips press against his, but still, he doesn’t shy away from you. 

It’s gentle at first, hesitance still clouding both of your minds. But it shifts when his arm snakes around your waist, clenching the fabric of your hoodie like an anchor while you kiss him. Slowly, it turns messy, lips moving with haste, as if you’re trying to chase something you can’t reach.

When your tongue grazes his bottom lip, he pulls back, chest rising and falling with every deep breath he takes. “Calm down, are you trying to eat my face or something?” 

“If that’s what you want, sure.” He rolls his eyes, turning his head away from you whilst covering his lower face with his arm, a blush creeping from beneath his skin. “Are you okay?” 

Hyuntak doesn’t answer immediately, still catching his breath and waiting– hoping– for the blush to fade before he looks at you. “I’m fine.” He turns his head slowly, lifting it towards you with puckered lips, chuckling when you eagerly peck them. 

Your fingers trail against his neck slowly as you sit back, lifting your eyes to his face when you feel him gulp beneath your fingertips. “Do you want to stop?” 

“We’ve already crossed the line.” He says quietly, blinking up at you, eyes glossed over, but he shows no intention of crying. “There’s no going back if we push it further.” 

“Hyuntak, do you want to stop?” 

He lets out a shaky breath, holding onto your waist as he pushes himself up slightly, coming up to be level with your eyes. He doesn’t say anything, a common occurrence you might just get sick of if he keeps doing it. His eyes trail over your face, darting between both of your eyes, searching for a flash of anything– hesitance, regret, fear. 

But when he sees nothing other than your lips twitching up into a shy smile and the quiet “What?” that leaves your mouth, he pulls you closer. Hand brushing against your nape to draw you in, eyes flitting between your eyes and mouth, lips parting the second he feels your breath fan against his skin. 

“I don’t want to stop.” He whispers, closing his eyes when your hand holds his chin. “I don’t want to push you away.” 

“I won’t go,” you reply quietly, tilting his head to the side gently until his neck is in view. “Not unless you tell me to.” 

With each word you mutter, your lips brush against his skin. His heartbeat races quicker than the last, breath stuttering with every open-mouthed kiss you left on him. 

[snow-snowball]

Wrong number… (part 2)

you wanted to text your friend about loving c/n (character's name), but you accidentally texted your crush.

smau with: park humin (baku), go hyuntak (gotak), na baekjin.

warnings: fluff; foul language; friends to lovers; smau; “adult” jokes; caps lock; fem!reader; Y/N; mention of children; mention of sex.

a/n: English is not my first language, so I apologise for my mistakes. The dividers belong to me! If you want use them, just tag me: @snow-snowball

Park Hu-Min (Baku):

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[sknyuz]

hi r u doing smut fics? but anyways if u do pls make about how whc 2 characters would react if you give them a bj 🤭

anyways i luv ur whc fics keep it up thanks xoxo

weak hero class headcanons — going down on the boys of weak hero class 🔞

synopsis — how the boys of whc... well, anon’s ask is pretty self-explanatory

pairing/s — (all the whc boys here are in senior year/18+) sieun x reader, suho x reader, baku x reader, gotak x reader, juntae x reader, baekjin x reader, seongje x reader, beomseok x reader

a/n — >< everyone’s been waiting for something a bit more... out there for the whc boys, and since i rarely do smut, this was definitely a challenge !! i hope everyone has a fun time. disclaimer: this is pure smut, mdni. if you’re a minor in the taglist, don’t interact pls. i removed who i know are under 18, but might have missed some.

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⤷ yeon sieun

he doesn’t say a word when you kneel, just watches you with that intense, unreadable stare. it’s not until your lips wrap around him that his breath hitches—barely audible, but sharp. his fingers curl into the arm of the couch, the only giveaway that he’s actually unraveling.

you go slow, wanting to see what kind of reactions you can pull from him. he swallows hard. his thigh twitches. then, finally, a sound—low and breathy: “don’t stop.” he doesn’t guide you. doesn’t push. but when his hand cups your jaw, there’s something raw in it—like he’s grounding himself with you. he finishes with a tight exhale, eyes fluttering shut, and when he comes back down, he murmurs, “come here,” like he’s desperate to hold you, to take back the control he just gave up.

⤷ ahn suho

he watches you kneel in front of him, his expression shifting from surprised to almost amused. “you sure about this, baby?” he asks, voice still calm, but you can hear the hint of anticipation beneath it.

but the moment your mouth wraps around him, his teasing demeanor fades. “f-fuck—wait—” his hand flies to your hair instinctively, not rough but firm, guiding you just the way he wants. his hips buck upward just a little as he tries to hold himself together, but it's clear he's losing it.

"shit, you feel so good," he groans, voice thick with need. “y-you’re gonna make me—” he cums with a sharp gasp, eyes fluttering shut, his grip tightening in your hair as he shudders. afterward, he pulls you up into his arms, kissing the top of your head with a soft laugh.

“you have no idea what you just did to me,” he whispers, his breath still unsteady, holding you close like he never wants to let go.

⤷ park humin (baku)

“oh my god, wait, wait—holy shit—” he’s already whining before you even start, half laughing, half panicking. you press your mouth to his length and he melts, one hand flying to his hair like he needs to pull it to stay conscious.

he talks through the whole thing—loud, flustered, ridiculous. “you’re so hot, oh my god, i can’t—babe, babe—your mouth is actually insane—” he keeps trying to look down at you, like he doesn’t want to miss a second. every time you suck a little harder, he moans like he’s being possessed.

“i’m gonna cum, oh fuck, i’m—ah, shit—” he whimpers, hand flying down to cover his mouth as you take all of him in. afterward, he lies flat on the bed, panting. “i literally saw god. was that even real? or did i hallucinate?”

⤷ go hyuntak (gotak)

he doesn’t say a word—just watches you silently, jaw clenched. when your lips wrap around him, he inhales sharply through his nose, gripping the edge of the couch so hard his knuckles go white. his voice comes out low and strained—“don’t tease. if you’re gonna do it, do it.” and when you take him deeper, a groan rumbles out of his chest—so deep it makes your thighs clench.

he doesn’t fuck your throat, doesn’t move much at all—but you can feel the tension in his body like a live wire. he cums with a stifled grunt, holding your head there as he spills down your throat. afterward, he leans back, breathing heavy, eyes glazed. “…fuck. that was something else.”

⤷ seo juntae

he looks like he might pass out when you kneel—eyes wide, hands flying up like he’s about to protest but forgets how. “w-wait, you don’t have to—i mean, if you want to, i’m not gonna stop you, but—” and then your mouth is on him and he chokes on a gasp. his hands hover awkwardly in the air for a second before he grips the blanket, knuckles white.

“ohmygod—th-that feels—” his voice is high, barely coherent, broken between moans and shaky breaths. you glance up and his face is flushed, lip caught between his teeth, eyes behind his glasses already watering. he cums with a whimper, hips bucking up with his thighs trembling, immediately covering his face. “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to go that fast, i just—holy shit, you’re really good at that.”

⤷ na baekjin

he doesn’t speak when you kneel, but his expression changes—sharpening, almost curious. maybe a little hungry. he stays perfectly still as your mouth wraps around him, but his breathing falters, eyes darkening as he watched his length disappear against your lips, hand twitching once before it settles gently on your head. he groans—quiet but intense, jaw clenching every time your tongue swirls around him. “fuck,” he mutters under his breath, hand tightening in your hair.

you feel his thighs tense under your touch, and his voice breaks when he tells you, “just like that.” his body shivering as you hollow your cheeks. he cums with a gasp, hips barely jerking, breath catching like he didn’t expect it to hit so fast. after, he helps you up, kisses you slow and deep, he touches your jaw gently and pulls you into his arms, forehead to yours and whispers, “thank you, darling.” like you just saved his life.

⤷ geum seongje

he smirks the moment you drop to your knees, eyes glinting with something dark. “damn, baby. didn’t think you had it in you.” but when your mouth sinks down on him, that smirk vanishes—replaced by a look that’s feral.

his hand fists your hair, not rough at first, but when you moan around him? he pulls—hard. “fuck—keep doing that,” he growls, “you look so good like this. fuck, you’re mine.” keeping you there as his hips twitch forward. he pulls—not to hurt you, but to keep you there, like he needs it. his other hand wraps around the back of your neck, firm and possessive, holding you close as he thrusts shallowly into your mouth.

“look at me,” he growls. “i said—look.” his pupils are blown wide, gaze locked on yours like you’ve got him under a spell. “you’re fucking perfect like this,” he pants. “mine. you get that? mine.”

“fuck, you’re gonna make me—” he cums with a sharp gasp, head tilting back as his muscles tighten, breath ragged. the moan he lets out is raw, needy, almost desperate—the kind that lingers in your ears long after.

and afterward, he yanks you into his lap, kissing you sloppily, breathing you in like he needs you to live. “don’t ever do that for anyone else,” he whispers against your lips, “i’ll lose my fucking mind.”

⤷ oh beomseok

he stares when you kneel in front of him—eyes wide behind his glasses, mouth slightly parted like he can’t believe what’s about to happen. “a-are you… really gonna—?” his voice is so quiet, it barely comes out. he shifts back on the bed like he doesn’t know where to put his hands. but he doesn’t stop you—he can’t. and the moment you wrap your lips around him, he breaks. “f-fuck—wait—” his head falls back instantly, a choked gasp punching out of him as his fingers grasp at the sheets.

his glasses slide down a bit, his breath stuttering as the heat rushes straight to his face. he whimpers when you take him deeper, soft and sharp, his thighs trembling slightly as he tries so hard not to move. “you look so good like this,” he pants. “fuck, you’re gonna make me—” he cums suddenly, hips twitching up into your mouth before he can warn you. it’s high-pitched, needy, almost embarrassed as he moans through it—his glasses fogged, his whole body tensed and shaking. afterward, he reaches for you with trembling hands, pulling you against his chest like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. “how am i supposed to act normal after that?” his usually deep voice is slightly higher now, still recovering from the high.

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[cheongsanthinker]

Hiii, I just read your baku bf headcannons, and I loved them, so I was wondering if you could do Gotak ones aswell? Thank you!

— go hyuntak boyfriend hcs

gotak x gn!reader

warnings: possible grammar mistakes

a/n: thank you for requesting this! i love gotak so much <3

i appreciate the love on my baku post too 🥹 i also updated that post which you should all totally check out here because it is written better (i promise) and i slipped in a few more headcanons.

this is more focused on gotak himself rather than the show. i hope u don’t mind. requests are open for weak hero class btw. and as always, feedbacks are deeply appreciated! i hope u like this one :)

masterlist

• your relationship with gotak is the epitome of best friends to lovers—the silent yearning, the tension, and the unknown jealousy? perfection.

• both of you would be too scared to ruin the friendship, but ultimately, gotak would admit his feelings for you on your birthday.(best birthday gift ever honestly)

• everyone knew you were in love with each other except gotak and you—so when you announced your relationship to your friends, they wouldn’t be surprised at all.

• the foundation of your relationship is rock solid. it’s a relationship built on trust and respect—so an argument between you two would be rare, but when they do happen, you face things together and talk it through.

• gotak loves teasing you a lot, especially when you get shy everytime he compliments you. he absolutely finds it adorable.

• he would take you to all kinds of places, like cafe hoppings, museum, and beaches. gotak is the photographer boyfriend who never misses a moment to capture you. the beauty of the place never matters to him because nothing ever compares to you—and you’re worth every film of his camera.

• he has polaroids of the two of you on his wall—but there's one from your first date, the one he keeps tucked safely in his wallet. it is worn soft at the edges from being carried everywhere, and i mean everywhere.

• he slips you little notes during class. most times, asking about your day, other times just to say hello, or leaving a sweet compliment. it ranges from “i love you”, to “you look cute”, and once a “good morning, love. you sleep alright? ;)” when you accidentally fell asleep during a class.

• if you casually mention that you like a certain book, or a place he’d taken you to—he remembers it. gotak remembers the little things and it is so endearing the way he just shows up with the book you mentioned on a random tuesday night.

• gotak is protective of you, and he would do anything in his power to keep you safe. he will gladly teach you how to fight the moment you asked, and it became a routine to do everyday after school. both of you didn’t mind honestly, because he enjoys doing what he loves with you, and you find his fighting style incredibly attractive. (that is a secret you keep to yourself though)

• you two are simply head over heels for each other, and you wouldn’t trade him for the world. he loves you, and you love him unconditionally.

[vargrblood]

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약한영웅 characters when you cry while patching them up ˳ ۫ 𓈅

includes class 2 + suho 𔓕 gn!reader 𔓕 w.c 3.4k+

genres — established relationship, fluff, hurt / comfort

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warnings. mentions of blood, injuries, bruises, dacryphilia (?), canon-typical violence.

──────── ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ yeon sieun

Baku had called you, his voice was weighed with worry as he told you Sieun was hurt badly and unconscious. Your heart had sunk right there, the world had become blurry. Everything that came out of Baku’s mouth through the phone sounded so far away, as if someone had put your head underwater. you had felt like your legs would give up any second.

You had rushed with some first aid to Eunjang right away, fighting the fidgety feeling and anxiety you felt the entire bus ride. When you reached the secret hangout room you found three of the four boys hurt, one of them— your Sieun, lying down, and unconscious.

You had questioned and scolded them but they knew your anger came from a place of concern. Juntae had said that he and Gotak were fine, he had half-lied. All three of them had come to some unspoken agreement to leave you with Sieun alone to patch him up.

Your chest tightens as you settle near Sieun, slowly moving his hair out of his forehead to look at his wounds. Red bruises abloom on both his cheeks and forehead, gashes on both his cheek bones and a busted lip— just what was he upto?

You start by cleaning his chin and hands with wet wipes. You then disinfect his face and forehead, your breathing becomes heavier. You don't know how to clean his lips properly, after all you're not a medical professional, so you just opt to clean the area around his mouth properly. Your eyes start to burn a little, your heart is getting heavier each passing second.

Sieun’s eyes flicker open, his gaze is far away but he soon notices your presence, you are trying to rip a bandaid out of its packaging. He calls out your name, his voice is shaky and hoarse.

You turn towards him, a wave of relief washing over you as you notice him awake. He tries to get up but you push him down to rest, your attempts are futile as he sits straight anyway. He looks dazed.

“Sieun-ah,” You say, you don't add anything else, unable to think of a proper statement. Your eyes start to burn again, you try to blink it away but instead tears start to trail down your cheek. Sieun mirrors your expression. His eyes redden as tears collect.

“I’m sorry.” He utters, raw and pained. Your chest tightens and a lump forms in your throat.

“It’s okay, I am here now.” You breathe out, your voice is weak despite nothing being okay, you try to be strong.

“No, no, I am sorry.” His words are a little slurred and drawled as repeats. You take his hand in your own, holding it gently, you start to run your fingers over his hand in soothing motions. Your touch is feather light, as if you're afraid that you'll break Sieun. He stops you and grips your fingers lightly with his own, signaling for you to respond. Your vision is getting a little blurred but you hold it in for Sieun’s sake.

“Okay.” You say, your voice is weak. “I accept your apology. Now, let me put this bandaid on you.”

Sieun switches from holding your hand to gripping your sleeve between his fingers. You peel off the wrapper and put the bandaid on his cheekbone gently. Sieun’s eyes start to water. You wipe them with the back of your fingers before they can fall past his under eyes.

“They… your tears… they will burn your wounds. So, stop, okay? There's no need to cry, okay? I am here now.” You speak softly.

You usher him to lay down, his hand holding onto yours firmly. He does not want to let you go. You bring his hand towards your face and press a faint kiss on the back of his hand. His grip loosens slightly as he passes out again.

──────── ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ahn suho

To say you were pissed would be an understatement. You were beyond angry at this point. As you put a dressing on his forearm, Suho finally breaks the silence.

“Wanna go to noraebang?” Typical Suho. Typical Suho behaviour. Always trying to change the topic.

“No.” You say.

“C’mon, I’ll take you to eat ice-cream after.” He tries to persuade you, taking your hands in his own, entwining softly. Subtly indicating that he doesn't want to talk about this, trying to put on an act to pretend that this never happened.

“No.” You repeat standing your ground.

He pouts as you retreat your hands and continue to apply ointment on his scratches.

“No use in pouting. I thought you were over this shit, beating up people and getting hurt.”

He doesn't respond so you refuse to meet his eyes. You start to apply some gel on the scratches of his face and he starts to pucker his lips, asking for a kiss. You put your palm on his lips.

“Stop it.” He licks your palm instead—? You withdraw your hand and smack him.

Wiping your hand with his uniform, you go back to applying the gel. Suho realises you're both awfully close, your face near his own. He looks at you, your face, how you have a little pout and how your eyebrows are furrowed as you delicately apply the ointment on him.

He notices how your lips tremble a little and your eyes are blinking a lot. Are you holding in your tears?

“Hey.” He holds your wrist. “I’m–”

“What?” You finally break– tears brim and fall out of your eyes. This time, you pretend. You pretend that you are not crying. You try to go back to patching him but his hold on your wrists is too strong.

“Hey, hey.” He utters softly, his voice sounds apologetic.“I’m… sorry. I know I told you I won't do this anymore but… it just happened.”

You bite the insides of your cheeks avoiding his gaze and silently sniffle and Suho’s heart breaks.

“Oh my.” He mutters under his breath, his hands quickly reach your face, palms holding your face like you were some fragile porcelain. His thumbs wipe your tears tenderly.

“I’m sorry, Y/n-ssi.” And with that, he kisses your nose. “It won't… I'll try to make sure it does not happen again.” He kisses your forehead next. “So, now please,” He kisses your philtrum, “Please, stop crying. It breaks my heart to see you like this.”

He continues to kiss your face until you break into giggles.

──────── ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ seo juntae

Juntae looks at you like a puppy kicked by a human, eyes downcast and filled with tears, feeling as though it was something that was his mistake. His eyes don't leave your hands.

You are fuming. Brows furrowed together, you are taking long breaths to calm yourself down. You angrily rip off a medicine’s covering and Juntae gulps.

You turn your face towards him and he looks at you and then, quickly looks away. He feels guilty.

You both are on a bench in a park near the pharmacy you just visited. Juntae got beat up by some bullies and you had dragged him to the pharmacy despite him saying it was okay.

Juntae wonders if you're mad at him. You're not. You know that.

You take off his glasses, gently putting them away. You start to dab away the dirt and blood from his face, your touches are feather light. He winces. He thinks it ticked you off because you stop and discard the cotton ball.

“I know… that it hurts you every time I get…hurt. I'm sorry.” He says, you look away. He's afraid he might lose you if this continues, he doesn't want that to happen ever. He holds your hands, clasping your fingers with his own.

“Please don't be mad at me.” It breaks something inside of you.

Your anger melts and turns into something else. It turns into the tears in your eyes, you hold them in. Your nose feels tingly and your mouth feels strangely wet. Your lips are pursed, you are taking in his words, letting them settle in your mind. They feel heavy. You take a deep breath as the tears threaten to fall. You face him again.

This time the look in your face is not of annoyance but of hurt, your brows are no longer furrowed together, your eyelashes are wet with tears that might fall any second. Juntae feels guilty.

“I am not mad at you.” You say and then it happens. The tears start to cascade down slowly. Juntae’s lips quiver. You take your hands back and wipe your tears.

“I don't know why you think I'm mad at you. I'm just… frustrated about this situation. I worry for you, Juntae-ya. Every few days you show up with these new wounds and bruises, I feel sad. I don't know what you're up to, but…” You stop as you don't know what to say.

Juntae feels as if his insides got ripped out and seared, his eyes start to water instantly at this sight. Just how could he be the reason of your tears?

His hand reaches out hesitant towards you, shaking a little and it finally finds your back. He starts to rub you with one hand and takes out a napkin with another. He uses it to wipe your tears.

“I…am sorry. Please don't cry.”

──────── ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ go ‘gotak’ hyuntak

“Does it cost money to be careful?” You mumble under your breath but they're still loud enough to be heard by Hyuntak. You did it intentionally.

“What? Aren't I supposed to be the one nagging you?” He sounds offended. “And if it really did cost money, you’d be evading–” You respond with a smack on the top of his head before he can even finish.

“Beggars can't be choosers.” You confuse him.

“That's literally not how the saying works. Ah–” You're now pulling his right ear.

“Can you stop abusing me?” He grumbles.

“Can you stop abusing me?” You mock him snottily.

Gotak realises there's no point in arguing with you further so he doesn't say anything. Instead, he looks away as you work on patching him up. You put gauze around his arm and some bandaids over his knuckles. You soon start to clean his face and that's when he finally turns towards you.

A q-tip is between your thumb and index finger layered with some gel, you're gently applying it to the corner of Gotak’s lips. He suddenly becomes hyper-aware about everything and his skin prickles with goosebumps.

Gotak realises that your sole focus is on his lips and blood rushes to his face, his ears reddening with every passing second. This close proximity isn't something that's rare but it's something that's not frequent either. Your dynamic has always been like this—too shy to be close and too committed to be farther than an arm’s distance.

Gotak takes in your features. Your eyes are glassy but focused on his lips and your nose seems a little red. Your bottom lip is between your teeth to stop it from trembling. You look like you're on the verge of crying. Shit.

“So, um…” Gotak starts, his intention is to distract you so you don't end up actually crying.

You hum in response. You finish up taking care of his lip and put away the q-tip in a plastic bag. Gotak looks at you, unable to muster up his words. He should’ve thought before starting to speak!

“So, yeah.”

You look at him incredulously, eyebrows raised but eyes still glassy, tears still sticking to your lashes.

“What?” You say.

You hear Gotak mumble a small Fuck this before he pulls you into his arms. One of his hands snakes through your back to your head, holding it gently. Gotak starts to pat you slowly. He then kisses the crown of your head.

“I’ll be careful next time.”

“Yeah. You better be.”

──────── ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ park 'baku' humin

Baku had showed up to your home bloodied and bruised with his stupid injuries and wounds. You had led him to your living room, your parents weren't home fortunately. You wouldn't have to explain why there was a badly beat up boy in your living space.

This brings you to your current predicament— crouched in front of Baku as he sat on the sofa, cleaning the dried blood clinging to his knuckles. You work in silence and Baku lets you. He doesn't speak and neither do you. You don't ask or question. He doesn't tell you what happened.

But the silence is oh so suffocating. There is a lump in your throat that won't go down now matter how much you swallow and tears are pricking the inner corners of your eyes. After you're done cleaning his hands you settle yourself on the sofa and start to clean his face.

Baku is strong, that is a fact. He never loses, that is another fact. But he is not invincible or immune to getting hurt. He bleeds and bruises just like everyone else. He feels pain too. That is evident in how he winces when you apply cream on his knuckles before you put on a bandaid. That is also evident in the way he hisses in pain when you dab the cut on his face with a cotton ball covered in disinfectant.

It is also evident in the way his heart aches when he notices your hands trembling and your eyes watering. You sniffle involuntarily. Baku wants to scratch his face. His eyes become glassy.

He calls out your name delicately as if it was a glass sculpture that could break if his voice was any louder.

And your tears spill. You bite your bottom lip to try and hold it in but there's no use.

Humin takes the cotton ball from your hand and places it on the center table. His hands wrap around your torso and he pulls you into his embrace. No words are exchanged. Sometimes, words aren't needed to communicate. Actions are enough.

With your head on his chest and his arms around you firmly, he pulls you under his chin. He lets you cry it out. You must be scared after seeing him hurt so badly.

He starts to run soothing circles on your back with his hand until you calm down.

“I’m sorry.” He says finally breaking the silence. “I won't get hurt this badly next time.”

“So you plan on getting hurt again?”

──────── ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ geum seongje

You are everything Geum Seongje is not– quiet, kind and gentle. Maybe that's why you're both together. Opposites attract or something.

But Outside Geum Seongje is different from Inside Geum Seongje. Inside Geum Seongje is reserved just for you. His words don't bite and he kisses with his lips instead of his fists. His eyes don't carry that crazed look, but a look of comfort and relaxation. He's not the adrenaline crazy wolf but a person who seeks softness and love.

One might think Seongje is the antonym of words like love, gentleness, kindness, softness etc. but that would be false. Seongje loves in his own way. He is cruel, yes, but there is certain gentleness when he pulls you into hugs. Geum Seongje knows mercy too. He is not soft like others but his edges and sharpness dull a little every time he's with you.

Maybe that's why he always seeks for you when he's injured. You offer him a quiet haven in your heart for nothing in exchange. You don't judge him. You don't ask questions. You don't look at him with fear or inferiority.

That's why he always crashes at your apartment after a big fight. You patch him up and offer him a warm meal. You offer him warmth no one else ever does.

Seongje looks at you confused. Your eyes are red and flowing with tears as you clean his bloodied knuckles. He does not understand why you're crying. But you look pretty, he doesn't want to question anything.

“I won, you know.” He breaks the silence.

“Yeah, I know.” You say, holding in a sniffle.

“So why are you crying?”

“Because you're hurt?”

Bloodied knuckles, busted lip, a black eye and different reds blooming under his skin on his body.

“You lack a sense of self preservation.” Seongje doesn't reply, he just studies your features. There's something unreadable in his expression. He silently acknowledges what you said as true. He doesn't know what to do when you sniffle and when your tears don't stop.

When you're finally done patching him up, you get up. He holds your wrist.

“The vegetables will get charred.” You say referring to the veggies on the pan you left unattended to focus on Seongje.

“Stay.” The ‘Please’ is left unsaid.

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It isn't common for Baekjin to get into fights. And it is more uncommon for him to come back scathed– you see, Baekjin doesn't get his hands dirty. He rarely does so. And it's rarer for him to get hurt. His moves are always calculated and precise, there's no room for surprises or to get hurt for that matter.

So it is quite a moment when Baekjin enters his office with a gash along his cheek, walks towards his desk and crouches down to pull out a first aid box and puts it in front of you on the glass table, calmly. You look at him dumbly.

“Like am I…?” You start but then trail off, because obviously, he meant for you to patch him up.

“I don't see a mirror in here.” Whoa, Na Baekjin can be sarcastic if he wants.

“Then sit down, sir.” And with that Baekjin settles down next to you on the black leather couch of his modest office.

There's distance between you, you gesture with your hands for him to come closer and he follows. You break the distance between you both by pulling his face closer to yourself to inspect his cut and Baekjin notices how your face curls up in pain.

“You’re lucky it wasn't that deep. You’d have to get stitches on your pretty face.” Baekjin doesn't respond to your statement, but his gaze softens. A little smile forms on his face but it dissolves right away.

You start by wiping off the blood that trickled down towards his jaw and Baekjin closes his eyes—feeling your soft touches. One of your hands holding his face while the other wipes away the blood, there is a certain domesticity to this which he cherishes. Not that he would admit out loud. But it's evident in how his shoulders relax a little when you're nearby and how his fingers always try to find yours in the quiet moments when you're alone.

For a second, Baekjin wonders if it was not for the Union, would you two get to be normal? Act like those schoolmates who are dating— holding hands in the hallways, holding hands under the table in the cafeteria and sneaking off to the secluded corners of the school to make out.

He is pulled out of his thoughts when you say something, your voice sounds a little shaky and weak.

“I won't use the disinfectant, it’ll burn too much, so I'll use this cream… instead.”

He sees your eyes brimmed with tears, eyelashes heavy with tears weighing them down. His gaze softens.

“You are crying.” He says in a matter-of-fact tone.

“I am not! Atleast, not yet.”

“You worry for me too much.”

“You say it like it's a bad thing.” Your tears fall.

Ok, fair enough, Baekjin thinks. You're the only one who can get him tongue tied. If he can worry for you, then you can too.

He wipes the tears with the back of his hands, his touch is tender. You hold onto his hand, not letting him take it back, leaning into his touch.

“I love you.” You sniffle. His thumb rubs away another tear.

“I know. I love you too. I won't get hurt again.” He says. His voice doesn't have the edge he uses with others. A special voice just for you.

His gravity pulls you closer, heads tilting in unison, just a few centimetres apar–

A knock and the door opens.

“Am I interrupting something?” Geum Seongje. Motherfucker.

You groan.

Baekjin sighs.

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