#i want him grown and messed up and ❤️ possessive ❤️

[youwontleaveright]

does anyone have any recs for soft/sub yandere!Sirius?

[yandere-romanticaa]

𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 ?

❝ can you hear the silence? can you see the dark? can you fix the broken? can you feel, can you feel my heart? ❞

yandere! Fake Albedo (Alfredo) x gn! reader.

❤️ synopsis: Your love for Albedo burns brighter than any flame, but what happens when an imposter ruins everything? Furthermore, what else awaits once you start walking side by side with the imposter, only for him to end up falling for you instead?

❤️ word count: 3k~

part i. || part ii.

Thank you all for 10k followers.

A/N: I have no idea what the hell I'm doing. I can't write talking dialogue to save my life!! Please enjoy this!

The air was knocked straight out of your lungs as you tried to scream, but no sound would come out. Cold, everything was so cold but hot at the same time. Your clothes were sticking to your skin because of how hard you were sweating, but the icy chill that was coursing through your veins did nothing to soothe the strange heat. Your eyes felt as though they would pop at any second, bitter tears clouded your vision as they cascaded down your cheeks and onto the gloved hand that held you in your place.

His grip was tight, unbearably so, and there was no way he was going to let go of you any time soon. Hot air fanned your earlobe as you felt his fingernails gripping the soft flesh of your neck, slowly tearing the skin bit by bit. Your throat was dry, it was so dry, never in your life had you wanted to do something more than right now, but fate had some other plans in store for you. "... You disobeyed me." His tone was sharper than his weapon. You could do nothing but weep silently. "And here I thought things could go smoothly for a change..." He suddenly turned your body so that it was facing his but before you could get your limbs to move again he harshly pinned you to the ground. His knife was still pressed against your neck as he held up both of your wrists in his other arm above your head, the grip so hard that it felt as though he could shatter your bones at any moment if he so pleased. A dark shadow loomed over his pretty face as his teal eyes glowed with glee and bloodlust. He let out a faint growl as he pressed on with his speech, his gaze heavily contrasting the neutral look on his face. "One request, just that one request and yet you couldn't go through with it. Why (y/n), why? Why are you so stupid?" They stung, his horrible words made you feel absolutely awful. You just wanted the earth itself to crack open right then and there, you wanted to let it swallow you. Specks of darkness clouded your vision as he held you harshly against the ground. He was still talking but his voice felt hazy, even a little distant dare you'd say. The only thing that kept you conscious were the two orbs of red that beamed straight at you, the glimmer and shine was more than overwhelming for you to handle. Long gone was his friendly and warm gaze, your Albedo no longer possessed the eyes you had grown to adore oh so much.

There was contempt in them, the emotion was so strong that you could feel putrid acid clogging up your throat, further limiting your speaking capabilities. Come to think of it, most if not all of your senses were dulled down now, aside from your sense of smell. The stench of the vegetable soup was going to be engrained in your memory for years to come and a part of you couldn't help but to regret your actions. If you had just listened to him, if you just didn't touch his belongings you wouldn't be in this mess. Albedo wouldn't be seething above you now, you wouldn't be scared and freezing to death on the ground like some savage animal... No, you were supposed to be eating the delicious meal he had so generously prepared for the two of you, it was supposed to be the perfect evening, like it always was. You were going to tell him about your day and vice versa. And he was going to share all of his findings with you and he would eagerly ask for your opinion. You were supposed to study together while also enjoying each other's company. And when the sun would finally fall and the night took over, you might have even been so bold to cuddle up to him by the fire. He hardly ever denied your requests as he'd often claimed that he actually liked it when you touched him. "You're so warm." he'd say. "It's better we stay like this because who knows how strong the storm is going to be tonight." And you would stay, you would always stay by his side no matter what. Through thick and thin, through the coldest of ice and hottest of fires, you were really to walk from Hell and back if he requested of you. You were so madly in love with him. He was your world. He had created you and made you perfect. He teached you and made you his, no one could ever make fun of you as long as he was with you. He was your sun, your idol. You felt foolish for idolizing him so much. 

Albedo himself made it very clear that it's not wise to idolize anyone and put them on a pedestal. Yes, Albedo had created the perfect world for you.

... But he also had the ability to shatter it at any moment he desired.

Guilt washed over you, the horrible feeling of dread, sorrow and pain all mixed together in your gut as you stared wordlessly at him, fat tears continuing to roll down your chilled cheeks. Despite his anger, despite the cold, despite the tightness of your throat, with some sort of power you didn't know you had in you, you were able to utter a few words just barely loud enough for him to hear.

"I'm sorry..."

He stopped. He was still holding you but his lips were pressed into a tight line. A sudden stinging pain dominated the left side of your face, you didn't even realize that he had slapped you.

"You're sorry? Well, too little too late dear! I really liked you (y/n), I mean it! In fact, you were the only person I've ever really liked in a damn long time! You were good, really good! But you just had to run everything!!" The tone of his voice was so loud, it felt as though he could shatter your ear drums. You could finally see him clearly now and you were able to get a good look at him - a maniacal grin was plastered on his face, his usually slightly messy pony tail was completely gone now, leaving his blonde locks to fully cascade down his shoulders. What threw you off the most however were his eyes. The eyes are the window to the soul as some people would say, and despite the horrible situation you found yourself in, you still managed to deduct something that could possibly help you. A strange flame of courage burst inside of you, allowing you to finally speak properly in what felt like hours of horrible silence.

"You are not Albedo! You... You are a fake!"

His grip had suddenly loosened completely and his arms retreated back to him. With a blinkless stare he started to clap, each clap being harsher and harsher than the last. He was still on top of you which was preventing you from getting up but you did manage to balance yourself with your arms, which allowed you to get a little closer to his level. "Bravo (y/n), bravo indeed! Looks like you've been taught well!" said the imposter.  

"My my, perhaps I underestimated you, looks like you're not so useless! Tell me, what gave me away?" You gulped bit kept steady eye contact with him. Your fear was obvious, hell, he could probably smell it on you but you still didn't want to give him the luxury of being completely dominant in this situation. "Well, besides those disgusting drawings of course, the real Albedo had never been so physically affectionate nor was he so doting with his words. He may have a soft spot for his colleagues, but he never showed any kind of favoritism, never."

He eyed you with a grin, a silent command for you to keep talking. That's exactly what you did.

"Furthermore, you were acting beyond suspicious just today alone but I didn't want to dwell on it! I don't know who you are and what your endgame is but I'll never allow you to lay a single finger on Albedo!"

The imposter said nothing as he sat still on your body, his lips were twitching but he was clearly lost in his head.

"... you won't allow me to go anywhere near him?"

"No, I won't ever allow it!"

He paused. He wasn't smiling anymore but the edge in his voice was still there. Pressing his forehead against your own he said:

"...never ever?"

You were confused. What sort of question was this? You were sure that you had made your stance perfectly clear!

"Yes, I'll do anything I can to stop you!"

He was impossibly close to you now. His hot breath fanned your dry lips, his nose was pressed right against your own. You couldn't read him nor his movements but judging by his thousand yard stare you clearly made a fatal mistake.

"Alright then, since you are so determined, do indulge me in this humble request of mine."

It was hard to think, hard to breathe. Must he be so close to you? Why was his voice so raspy, almost tired even?

"Say you like me more than you do him."

That wasn't a request that was a command. His demeanor changed completely now, the aura around him was heavy and his half lidded gaze suddenly became blood red. Instead of blue his eyes became red, further proof that the person in front of you was a fake. He told you to say something impossible, how could you possibly say that? You would be a liar if you even thought about those words let alone said them out loud to this freak. But he wasn't going to back down, that much was obvious. Why was he so fixated on Albedo, why was he even doing this? Why go so far, just why?

You gulped. You were stupid for what you were going to say but it would perhaps be your last stand in this strange fight.

"You really are pathetic, I hope you know that."

It was as if time itself had just been stopped and everything in this world was around the two of you and this little cave. His eyes almost bulged out of his head, shock was written all over his face. Your words shook him to the core as he carefully backed himself away from you. The second his grip on your wrists was loose you lunged for his weapon and with an angry shout you hit his head with your own, making sure to hit him as much as you possibly could. He screamed in pain and cursed at you, a visible bruise had begun to form on both of your heads as your own even started to bleed a little but you didn't care. The tables had been turned now and with lightning speed you pinned him to the ground while gripping the knife like an insane person. Your grip was shaky, your heart was pounding inside your ribcage, it felt as though the adrenaline was going to consume you whole. Just as you were about to speak once more, a strange damp sensation could be felt on your right hand. The sight in front of you left you speechless.

The imposter was crying.

No longer was his gaze sharp and deadly, instead it felt as though you were looking into the eyes of a child. His breathing was ragged as more and more tears continued to pour down onto the fabric of your glove and onto the ground. His tears were as clear as crystal and against all odds you felt sorry for him.

It didn't take him long until he started to have a full-blown meltdown.

You just stood there above him, dagger in hand and complete confusion took over. It's was impossible how the situation suddenly shifted from a cold and deadly one to... whatever this was. Your mouth was dry and you couldn't say a word, not while he was bawling his eyes out like this. His cheeks became puffy and red as his cries filled your ears, his whole body was shaking so hard that you weren't sure what to do. You didn't even realize that your hands were moving on their own accord and we're starting to snake around the imposter, giving him a hug. When he felt your touch he jolted and screamed as he pushed you back with all of the strength he could muster at that moment.

Your lower body was completely covered in snow and you tried to dust yourself off as you watched the imposter run into the corner, his eyes clearly still watery as he bumped onto the sharp edge of the table, letting out a painful Ouch! In the process. He made himself bleed a little as a few droplets were on the ground but you decided not to comment on it.

The bigger question was how on earth were you going to approach him?

Should you attack him while he was vulnerable and injured, even if barely? He was a dangerous individual that much was clear but...

You scoffed and whipped your head towards the floor, frustration bubbling in your chest.

You felt sorry for him.

Not only did you feel bad, you just in general wanted to understand his situation, just his motives in general. What kept him up at night, what sort of demons had been haunting him in order to what he did (or what he was planning to do).

"How predictable... You feel pity for me, don't you?"

Being so lost in your own head you didn't even pick up on the fact that the stranger in front of you had recovered ever so slightly from his breakdown and was now looking straight at you, pure venom laced his words and his sharp felt eyes felt like daggers. You finally managed to take a good look at him - his hair was messy and disheveled and his clothes were absolutely covered in snow. His cheeks were still beet red but there was an obvious attempt at trying to cover his tears up despite the fact that you had already seen him at his worst possible state.

You didn't even realize that your body was acting out on its own as your warm hand made its way towards his shoulder. He stopped you just before you made contact with him by grabbing your wrist harshly. Yelping you snaked your other arm around his own as you shook his arm in an attempt to set yourself free but randomly stopped half way through.

You tried putting some distance between him and yourself but it was obvious that you weren't getting anywhere with this.

"... what's your goal?" you asked him with a cautious tone.

He was quiet. His gaze was glued to the ground, eyes swirling with various whirlpools of emotions - hurt, betrayal, anger, loneliness, longing.

It was that and so much more.

"I'm asking you for real now. Please, answer me..."

You but your lower lip, frustrated that your tone quivered a bit near the end but that wasn't too important right now. If you can't get a straight answer from him the least you could do is try to start a conversation, no matter how tense and awkward it may be. You continued to talk:

"What's your name? Just because you're a fake that doesn't necessarily make me comfortable with calling you "imposter". I mean, how -"

"I have none." he replied, tone dryer than sand.

With widened eyes you stared at him, shocked that he actually said something. Did you insult him by accident? That was possible...

"... What do you mean you have no name? Everyone has a name!"

"Well I do not! " he snapped back, his former fury creeping back into his voice. His red eyes practically looked void of life, as if he were recalling some past memories that he would rather avoid. His fingers twitched but his posture remained stiff and firm, eyes still glued to the ground as his ash black hair covered his half lidded gaze.

"You are correct. Everyone does indeed have a name. But I... I was not blessed with such a luxury."

His head suddenly snapped upwards and he finally looked at you once more, a blazing fire shining bright in his eyes once more. You remained silent, a quiet plea for him to continue to speak. He understood your request and did just that.

"I am a fake in every way imaginable. I have no friends, no family, no home to even speak of. Everything I've built so far has been taken from someone else, I have nothing to call my own in this world."

He talked but he didn't understand why he was saying the things he said. Perhaps deep down, a part of him felt good to take some of that stress off his chest after all these years. He did know you for quite some time now so he would probably guess what your reaction would be. What you did next however nearly took his breath away.

"Well, if you don't have a name, why don't I just give you one?"

...since when were you this bold? From what he had gathered you were not the confrontational type, you were the type of person that carefully analyzed the situation from the sidelines and played by the book. Truth be told, he was surprised to see that you managed to last this long with him without kicking and screaming into the snowy hills. Perhaps you were insane? That was how he wanted to rationalize it, because, why else would you propose such a ludicrous idea in the first place? Has the stress of the current situation gotten to your head? That was possible, he thought to himself.

"Don't give me that look!"

He didn't even realize that his posture shifted into a much more casual one, his knee raised with his arm resting on it, his head tilted and eyes narrowed as he tried to analyze you.

Just what kind of game were you playing?

"Look, you clearly have baggage and I mean a lot of baggage. And we definitely got on the wrong foot here but I still feel the need to help you."

...you really were serious.

The small trickles of fire that managed to light up your face revealed the eager curiosity and pity that overtook your entire being. Despite the fact that he was angry that you pitied him, he could tell that you were being sincere. Before making any other moves, he could at the very least let you finish talking.

"We can go to Mondstatd, you can start fresh there. I don't know what you're looking for but you will not find it here. I can easily expose you to Albedo or the knights and it will be all over for you. You can try looking for a job and get a more..."

Your voice trailed off as you cringed a little, your gaze stuck on his horrendous creations from before.

"... normal hobby, shall we say."

His haughty attitude sprang back to life as he threw his head back, laughter overtaking his entire being. The sound was so warm and oddly contagious that it almost made you blush but you stood your ground. He composed himself after a few moments but a grin was plastered across his face, the true meaning behind it still unknown to you. With a tired sigh, he spoke:

"(y/n), dear, do you hear yourself? Did the cold get to you, did it freeze your brain?"

He knocked on the top of your head a few times to emphasize his point. You winced at the sudden assault, tiny tears threatening to spill from the corners of your eyes.

"Do you really think that I could ever have such a simple start? Do you honestly believe that a vile creature like me could just run away into the sunset like that and start fresh? Because to me, that just sounds like a dream."

Silence.

Neither one of you said anything for a few moments. You let his statement hang in the air as you did your best to come up with a clever come back.

Nothing came to you, obviously.

Besides the, well, obvious.

"...that still is your dream though?"

You swore he choked on the air itself.

You smirked. You had him right where you wanted him.

"This, whatever it is that you are doing is wrong. As far as I can tell you actually haven't hurt anyone yet which makes your earlier transgressions a bit more easier to forgive. If you try hard enough, maybe even your dream could come true."

"How can you know if you don't try?"

He didn't know that his heart could beat so fast. Never, never in his whole life did he feel as sick as he was at this moment. Whirlwinds of emotions overcome him, the storm of conflicting desires and feelings swam harshly in his ruby red eyes as he stared at you, his eyes unblinking, bulging even.

Do not be foolish, do not give -

"I even came up with a name for you!"

Hope. Do not give him hope.

With his mouth open agape he watched you like a fish on land and you laughed a little at him, albeit awkwardly.

"Your name will be Alfredo! It was the best I could come up with but I think it suits you!"

Great, even the new name you gave him still sounds similar to his. Just as he was about to complain you raised your index finger in the air, a knowing look on your face.

"Don't you dare complain. Unless you can come up with something more creative, be my guest. But for now, I dub thee - Alfredo!"

There was no use in reasoning with you so he stayed quiet, annoyance written all over his pretty face.

"I'll take you to the city and you can start with the Adventure's Guild! They always need new people and you are a perfect candidate! You can get the life you desire and make your own money! Doesn't that sound neat?"

With flared nostrils he said nothing still. You decided to take his silence as compliance. With a clap and a cheer, you finally got back up on your feet, a happy prep in your step.

"It settled then! You and I are going to Mondstatd together!"

Just what did he get himself into?

And why in Celestia did his chest positively ache?

❤️ TAGS: @genshinarchives, @crystalkaramelle, @brinex, @bye-bye-sunbird

[parcequecestnotreprojeeeet]

Hi. It’s me, Fanfic Anon #2. I saw a request for more content with the kids, and I thought I’d do short one for each. Each of these stories is going to be based off something either they’ve said, someone else has said about them, or something that’s been reported just because I feel like I have even less of a sense of them (for obvious reasons) than Brigitte and Emmanuel, but I wanted to give this a go.

Sebastian’s is based on Brigitte’s comments that he came to "train" Emmanuel in the gardens of La Lanterne for the charity football match last year.

Hope the requesting Anon (and everyone else) enjoys it.

(PS. I was planning on sending some Christmas fics closer to the holiday, and I have an idea for one for his birthday I was going to send around then, but if people want me to move up the timeline…)

I. Sebastian

"Come on. Give it your best shot! I don’t want you going easy on me," Emmanuel teased, aware his training partner has been holding back.

"If either of us get hurt, you know maman is going to kill us," Sebastian replied.

"That’s true," he sighed. "She had very strict instructions -"

"Have fun, but don’t get injured," they said in union with a smile.

"You and I both know it’s not a good idea to make her angry. And at least I’d get to go home afterwards " Sebastian winked.

"You’d leave me here, potentially injured, suffering the consequences for both of us?" Emmanuel asked, in mock offense.

"You should have learned by now, the three of us aren’t above using you to clean up our messes with her, Manu."

"That’s true. Although, you have been better behaved on that end than your sisters," he paused for a moment, hearing back in his head how that sounded. "Don’t tell them I said that."

"My lips are sealed. Now come on, you’re not going to get any better just standing there!"

"Hey!" He replied, this time genuinely a little offended as he worked to get possession of the ball.

A couple of hours later, both thoroughly exhausted from actually giving it their best effort, the score long forgotten (at a certain point, fighting over where or not something counted lost it’s appeal, as the friendly became less about the winning and more about being together), they heard a call from inside the residence.

"Boys! Come in for showers and dinner please!"

"Five more minutes?" Sebastian asked just as he did when he was a child.

Brigitte rolled her eyes, recognizing no matter how grown her children get, somethings never change (and are often passed down to her grandchildren, left to a new generation to use in causing their chaos and terror). "No! Your children are getting rowdy, and your wife and I don’t know how much longer we can keep them entertained before we have to feed them."

Emmanuel walked over and patted him on the back, "we better get in there. If she’s complaining they must be a handful."

"Why do you think I want the extra five minutes? I’m just kidding. I love those kids."

"You’re an excellent father."

"Yeah? Well I had a few really good role models of how to parent."

"Your mother is remarkable. Everything she did to raise and protect you all -"

"Yeah. She is. So was my father, all things considered. It wasn’t easy for anyone."

"That’s true," Emmanuel chimed in awkwardly, still unsure how to respond when his wife’s ex comes up in conversation and trying to move it along as they approached the doors.

Sebastian reached out and caught Emmanuel’s arm before he could enter into the chaos awaiting them inside, "and so are you."

"Me?" he asked, stunned.

"This may not be an unconventional step-father, step-son relationship, but you have been the best step-father I could have asked for, and are the best grandfather to my kids. And there is a lot the rest of the world could learn about how to love from you."

Hellooooo fanfic Anon #2! ❤️

Omg my heart! If this was not one of the most adorable things ever 🥺 Oh I have a feeling you are going to absolutely melt my heart with these little stories with their kids 🤧🥰

Emmanuel and Sebastian training together, like best buddies hahaha and trying their best not to piss off Brigitte hahaha like proper dad and son 🤧 😍

And their little conversation at the end and Sebastian’s words to Emmanuel... oh I have something in my eye hahaha 🥰😍

Thank you so much and cannot wait for the other kids side of the stories! ❤️❤️❤️

[sinfulskywalker]

Hi! :) I love your fics so much! You’re an amazing writer! Llom is sooooo good❤️❤️❤️. I was wondering if you’d ever want to write a fic on possessive dad Vader and de-aged Luke. Not kid Luke but de-aged Luke. As in he was shot or something and now suddenly he’s like three, something Vader is greatly pleased about.

Thank you thank you dear ❤️ and yes I am a sucker for de-aged fics but sadly there's very little or none at all in this fandom but I would be very open to writing one as I feel that Vader redemption as a "new father" would do them both good. Vader would learn to be soft, and gentle and get to love again as he's been so lonesome for years. Of course Vader would be possessive AF because this was his second chance at caring for the one thing Padme and he made: the child he thought he lost. Luke wouldn't be happy at first of course, he was a grown man just a moment ago and now he's in sleepers, being fed threw bottles, small spoons or by Vader's hand and has Naptime rather than training and he doesn't even want to talk about how his body betrays him when all he had was a sip of juice lol.

I may or may not already have something in the works right now ;) but if you'd like a little snippet my dear, then all you had to do was ask.

.....

"Wha-What happened?!" A cry came into the deathly silent room. Standing on shaking legs, tiny arms reached out to examine his even smaller, trembling hands, Luke began to panic. One moment he was being shocked as the emperor's sith lightning burned him from the inside out as he cried out to his father to save him, the next he was rolling over to stand up and help his father only to see he was no taller than the rails Palpatine was tossed over.

None of this made sense. What had happened? Was this some Sith trick? It had to be. Whatever it was, neither Luke nor Vader had a clue. Vader himself thought he was a dead man. But by force he had survived being electrocuted as well and felt a shift in his own body as well. Something in the force was telling him this was how things should be. Should have been.

"Luke..." He called to his son, no longer a grown man, but his small child. Luke crawled over as much as the overly large black pants and imperial shirt that draped to his ankles allowed him to. It was rather an impressive sight to anyone who happened to look inside the throne room. This small child dressed ridiculously standing before the feared Darth Vader. Even as Vader was slouched against the rail, Luke's head only matched to the Man's mask. Just how young was he? He looked so skinny and tiny, Vader assumed he had to be two or three at the oldest.

Vader felt his lungs fill as he began to cough. Something was reviving, as if Palpatine's death was the last grip let loose on Vader, allowing the other sith to begin to heal. That's exactly what was happening. Vader was healing.

"Fa-Fadder?" The boy's lisp was heart clenching and adorable. This child is adorable. His child. Luke hadn't gotten to say another word as Vader removed his dark black mask to reveal his face. It was a scarred mess and what little peach fuzz dirty blonde hair he had left was starting to grow.

Most importantly, he was able to see his child with his own two eyes. And Vader could have weeped. Luke was so beautiful with his fluffy blonde hair, bright blue eyes and rosey chubby cheeks. Goodness he saw so much of Padme's innocence in him, and he even had her cute ski slope nose.

"Fadder?" Luke timidly asked, hesitantly reaching out. "Wha' happen to you? To me? I'm small wha' happen?"

Vader knew this was a gift. It had to be. It was a chance to restart for him and his son, whom he had missed out on so much with. Too much with. Vader said nothing as he gave the boy a loving smile behind his vococord. Things would be different from now on, he vowed.

He would care for Luke properly. After all, he was turned into a small child. Children needed their parents, especially with how force sensitive Luke was. And the Order did not exist to stand in his way.

"Oh my child, my little boy." Vader cooed. "It's alright, Luke. I'm here." Vader assured Luke, pulling the boy in close to hold him. "I'm here. Daddy's not going anywhere."

And he meant it.

[darkestcorners]

-long analysis(?)- because I love your writing and polarity messed me up 😭

In polarity, I feel like mc had subconsciously grown some kind of attachment to jungkook she may not be aware of. She mentioned how him taking her virginity didn’t mean much because she didn’t believe it to be anything important, but the sex would have definitely made a mark on her because it was the first time she had been intimate with anyone as a person with severe social anxiety. She opened herself up in a way she’d never done before and let herself be vulnerable, a huge step from what she’s used to, hence it would have still made an impact on her.

Psychologically speaking, she would hold him to some regard despite consciously despising him, and I believe we can see that when she gives into his advances again in the shower and let’s herself be selfish. I think this happens once again when she sees eunji being intimate with jungkook, she’s hurt because she still has feelings for her crush, but possibly also because jungkook (the man she’s supposed to hate) means something to her now in some kind of twisted way. And jungkook on the other hand is actively feeding into these feelings; getting her to feel sympathy toward him by mentioning his mother, calming her down from an episode in a way not even her own “friend” ever did, and taking the time to understand her emotionally— it humanizes him from the monster she’s been picturing him as. These were things mc had lacked pretty much all her life, she just needed someone to understand her. And for jungkook to do it (in his own wicked way), made her somewhat connected to him despite her outwardly wanting nothing to do with him.

Whether she truly hates him or not, he had guided her into realizing the truth about her friendship, coaxing the stronger side within her to stand up for herself in place of her usual timid self. Albiet for his own selfish reasons, but he does truly care for her in a way like when he visibly becomes annoyed at eunji offhandedly mentioning how it would take a “miracle” for mc to ever meet/date anyone— it shows how he’s protective of her pride and doesn’t view her as a mere object to possess.

But yeah that’s all I have to say for now ✨

This is so such a good analysis! I’m actually so so glad you mentioned that the MC may have subconsciously attached herself to Jungkook because of losing her virginity. There’s quite a few Easter eggs I planted in there and that was one of them, even when the MC mentions it didn’t mean anything to her she then also mentions how she felt used by Jungkook and when she walks in on them it triggers the breakdown in the elevator , causing her to question why exactly it bothered her so much ( hinting that it wasn’t solely because of her feeling for Eunji )

And yes you caught on to the way the MC seems to humanize Jungkook more after he helps her through the anxiety episode and the mention of his mother. ( That also tied into why she let herself be with him again in the shower whether she admits it to herself or not. ) Jungkook knows how to prey and feed into her most vulnerable moments.

Oh and and yes the ‘miracle’ comment in part 2 was the the hint and foreshadowing I mentioned one time in an ask! Haha I’m glad you brought that up , I was hoping you guys would notice the subtle hostile reaction Jungkook had. He is very protective of her pride which really ties into why he disliked Eunji so much that he was willing to make her fall in love with him so deeply so that she would really feel the heartbreak and hit to her ego.

Thank you so much for this commentary. I really enjoyed reading your thoughts, they were so well put and clever! I like how much attention you put into the details and the psychological aspect 😭🙏🙏❤️ ily