Jun healing soulmate au (your soulmate's touch heals wounds) where he's a mixed martial artist who met you when both of you already had partners (it's pretty rare in this universe to find one's soulmate, so dating/marrying non soulmates is commonplace) and so you both agreed to not pursue anything. Then, a while after Jun's broken up with his previous partner, he starts showing up at your place with little bumps n bruises, sometimes scrapes. You don't really understand why he needs you for these, and you tell him as much, but he just shrugs you off and stays relatively quiet until he leaves before your partner comes back from wherever they are. After that, the injuries start becoming more serious (he's scared you'll turn him away if you think he doesn't need you but you don't know that), and you're starting to get a little concerned about his job, but he still doesn't talk much during his visits, so you have to fill the empty space. It turns out that your current partner has slowly started to become abusive, though you don't call it that when you complain about them. Since it's not physical (it's mostly emotional and financial) and this is your first experience with a partner like this, you don't recognize the signs right away. Neither does Jun, but he still gets angry internally hearing about all the shitty things you tell him your partner is doing. At some point, you get acquainted with Jun's manager, who sometimes drops Jun off at your door when he's real beat up. One such time, they stick around while you heal a sleeping Jun, who normally tries to stay conscious while you heal him, but was just too exhausted to stay awake. You ask them a little bit about the MMA world, and they don't tell you that much, but eventually you say something about how if Jun's losing so much, why does he keep doing this at all— to which his manager quirks a brow. He's not losing, they tell you. He's their prize fighter. You're shocked, of course; you thought for sure Jun was losing almost every match, which would explain why he would need your healing so often. Apparently his manager has noticed that Jun's been letting a lot more hits land on him than usual, when (before a couple weeks ago) he'd normally dodge/block them with ease. And despite receiving a lot more damage, he still always comes out on top. You don't really know what to do with this information; the next time Jun returns for more healing, you don't fill the silence with mindless babble or more complaints about your partner, you just let the quiet permeate. Jun notices this, and he doesn't know why you've suddenly drawn back, but after the first day of that, he starts to speak up. He asks you about your life— not just the things you want to vent about, but your interests, your hobbies, the little things that make you happy. Eventually you start to look forward to his visits, gruesome and bloody as they are, simply because you like talking to Jun. It works. It just fits. One night, though, Jun comes to you and finds your cheekbone bleeding, a little cut just beneath your eye. From your partner's ring, you explain, wincing under Jun's touch because of the bruise forming there. Jun almost storms off then and there, wants to find your partner at whatever seedy bar they've gone to after hurting you and teach them a lesson, but you put your arms around him, and the healing sensation mixed with your warmth is enough to calm him down. Mostly. "Don't," you beg Jun. "Please don't. I don't want to make a mess, I just want to—" You look around your apartment "—I just want to go. Please, let's just go." And Jun helps you pack up everything, then escapes with you leading the way, riding the high of that "let's" all the way home.
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this is definitely a stretch but a slightly off kilter dimension 20: mentopolis au where, consider Jeon Wonwoo, "junior researcher at Gobstopper Industries, a retro-futurist conglomerate, working on all sorts of amazing art deco technology in a gilded, non descript, past-like past..." ("gah, he paints a picture with his words!" 03:12) who works in the neuroscience department, kind of a loner, always focused on his research. Often closed off because he is led by his logic and ambition. Pushed down his sense of conscience years ago because of an incident involving an ice skate to the face but he doesn't like to talk about that or frankly even think about it so... work it is.
Anyway, one day Mr Big Boss Guy walks into Wonwoo's office/lab with you, and he introduces you to him as a specialist in projectiles. You two are going to be working on the new Psychometer project together. Wonwoo just nods, shakes your hand, and registers your sweet nice to meet you smile too late because he's already turned back to his calculations and now it would be too awkward to say nice to meet you too and damn it, why is he so damn awkward?
You don't pay it much mind— you've met plenty of awkward, shy nerds at Gobstopper Industries and while Wonwoo is maybe one of the nicer looking ones, you're no stranger to clipped greetings and noses buried in research. You yourself are quite the nerd, anyway, so it's no skin off your back.
[warning: fake science ahead! also cw for guns!]
For a while you two just work on your own things— him with his weird neuro something something tech, and you with your projectile prototypes. You're signed on as a temporary contract, so Mr Big Boss Guy never really told you what kind of thing you're making the projectiles for. But it does occur to you at some point... why would you put a projectiles guy and a neuro guy on the same project? What the heck are you even building?
So you ask him. "Hey, Jeon. Can I call you Jeon?"
He seems a bit jumpy at the sudden appearance of your voice, which is fair since you guys haven't really talked in the days since you started working together, but he turns to look at you and eventually nods.
"What is it exactly that you're researching?"
"Well... it's— it's... uh..." And it takes him a couple seconds to get his bearings, but then he goes on about brain waves and electrons and oxytocin and aromatherapy and a lot of other stuff that you honestly don't understand much of, but the more he speaks, the more you realize he's very much into all this research he's done. "It'll be a pioneer in mental health, this machine. If we can go into the mind and find exactly what's wrong— just imagine what that can do for the world."
You try to. You think about how the whole "mental health" thing is just starting to get on the public's radar, and what it would mean if doctors could just... look in there and then tweak the undesirable bits. Huh.
"That's fascinating," you tell him, not seeing the way his eyes practically light up at your, albeit monotone, interest. "And... why am I making it into a gun?"
At that, Wonwoo just blinks. "I... don't know. I think the decision came from marketing? Perhaps they think it will be more valuable if the machine is portable."
"Portable, huh," you mumble, but you don't say anything else. Wonwoo goes silent too because he literally cannot carry a conversation (esp with someone he finds smart and attractive) unless he is answering questions. So, you both just go on with your work.
Until another day, after you dropped off the latest prototype on the boss' desk, when you ask Wonwoo, "Hey, Jeon, with your mind reader thingy—"
"It's not a 'thingy'," he interrupts with an almost imperceptible pout, but you catch it and smile at how oddly cute your fellow researcher is.
"Okay, your Psychometer..."
(His eyes light up again. They keep doing that.)
"...is it only for looking?"
He frowns, not understanding. "What do you mean?"
You tilt your head to the side, tapping your sharpened pencil on your desk. "I mean... can you use it to do anything about the stuff it sees?"
"Tampering with the brain is an extremely dangerous endeavour. There's no telling what could happen if the Psychometer were used to manipulate emotions or desires—"
"Wait, so it can be used like that?"
Wonwoo's frown deepens, he scoots to the edge of his chair towards you, one hand on his knee. "No. The technology could potentially be altered to manipulate the brain, yes, but the result could be disastrous—"
You jolt up onto your feet. "It's a mind control device???"
"I don't think you understand—"
But you're not listening to him anymore. You lean over your workspace, eyes darting over all your blueprints and scrap metal prototypes. "Holy shit," you mutter to yourself. "And I designed it into a weapon..."
You didn't always know there was something off about Big Boss Guy, but after meeting and getting to know Wonwoo and his research, you thought it was a little strange. Big tech industries like Gobstopper don't care about the good of the people like Wonwoo does... they care about money. And Big Boss Guy always seemed so smug when you updated him on the Psychometer project... yeah, a patent for a brain scanner would probably make him millions... but a mind control device? He could move to fucking Mars if he sold it to the right people.
Or used it on the right people.
In a frenzied panic, you begin swiping your hands over your desk to try and collect all of your research into a pile, while Wonwoo watches you with his confusion mounting.
"What are you—"
"Wonwoo," you breathe out, heart beating much faster than healthy. "Can I call you Wonwoo?" You don't wait for his answer; you're not even looking at him. "You need to get all your shit on a hard drive, and then you need to delete it from every Gobstopper computer—"
"What? Why would I—"
You walk straight up to him and put both your hands on his arms. If he wasn't confused and defensive right now, he'd probably be flustered.
"We made a fucking mind control gun, Wonwoo. Do you know what that means?"
Who is he kidding? He's flustered. He shakes his head.
You close your eyes as you let out a sigh. "We made a weapon. A very dangerous weapon. And the only way to stop it from going to the wrong people is if—"
Wonwoo watches you stop, and it's not like when he can't continue speaking because he doesn't know the answer, or when you pause because you thought of something funny, like you often do, but you actually freeze. Your mouth stays slightly open, caught in whatever you were going to say next, and your arms go stiff. Wonwoo is about to speak when he hears his boss' voice from the entryway.
"The wrong people?" he says, calm as ever as he lowers the Psychometer prototype he'd just had pointed in your direction. "C'mon, Jeon. You know I'd never put this in the wrong hands." He admires the machine in his hand. "It's much better off with me, don't you think?"
It's not that Wonwoo has no idea what the fuck is going on. In fact, thanks to you and your recent revelation, he finally actually knows what the fuck is going on.
It's just that he has no idea what the fuck to do now.
"You can't— this—" He looks at you, who have never been so close to him for so long, and right now it's completely against your will. He hates that thought. "Whatever you did with the Psychometer, turn it off! Reverse it, just— let them go!"
His boss shows off a mocking pout. "But they were saying such mean lies, Jeon. I told you: this machine is going to change the world. Don't you want that?"
"Not like this!"
"Tell you what, Jeon," his boss says, unfazed. "How about you finish doing your job like you were asked, and I make your little projectile friend fall in love with you, eh? You'd like that, wouldn't you? I see the way you look at them when you think no one's watching."
Bile threatens to rise up Wonwoo's throat. To make you like him— no, he never wanted that.
"Don't," he growls.
"Alright, alright. Then I guess I'll just have to offer a slightly worse deal. You make me my fully functional Psychometer, and I don't go through all the steps up to making their death look like an accident." He pulls out a sleek, silver gun and points it straight at you.
"Fine— fine!" Wonwoo holds out a hand, the other one now holding onto your arm. "I'll build it, but..." He bites the inside of his lip. He hasn't taken anything close to risk in years. "...but I need their help."
His boss raises a brow. "I don't think they're gonna want to be helpful."
"I'll make sure the comply," Wonwoo assures him, although he's not that confident in his ability to convince you.
He just needs you back to normal.
His boss clicks his tongue and tucks away his gun. A long time ago, he told Wonwoo he liked him because he listens well to authority. "Alright, Jeon, but make sure they do, and fast. Otherwise, I'll have to find somebody else for the job."
Wonwoo doesn't miss the thinly veiled threat, but he pays no attention to it. His boss points the Psychometer at you once again, and with a gasping breath, you fall to your knees. Wonwoo immediately joins you at your side, not hugging you like he kind of wants to, but patting your back as you cough.
Faintly, he hears his boss ordering people to barricade both exits from the lab.
"Holy..." You gag, and cough, and almost throw up, but don't. "...shit."
"Are you alright?" Wonwoo asks.
You whip your head to glare at him. "Am I alri— Wonwoo, do you know what you just agreed to?!"
So you heard everything, huh.
(It's not what he should think about first, he knows that, but Wonwoo feels heat on his face knowing that you heard his boss talking about the way he looks at you.)
"It was the only way for him to unfreeze you..."
At that, your panic and anger soften. You sigh. "I... Thank you."
"You're welcome," he says automatically, then cringes at how the words sound.
"You know I'm not helping you make that thing, right?"
Wonwoo nods. "I don't want to make it either."
"Good, then..." You stand up, Wonwoo keeping his hands hovered only inches away in case you're unsteady on your feet, and you reach into one the the inner pockets of your labcoat.
From which you pull out a grappling hook.
Wonwoo's eyes widen, and he has half the mind to ask you if you keep one of those on you at all times (???), but you stride past him to look out the floor to ceiling windows of the lab— which is four floors off the ground.
You turn to him with a sickeningly sly grin. "You ever looked at a window and asked yourself if you could break it with a good ol' shove?"
Wonwoo shakes his head, incredulous. "No!"
"Well." You shrug, going to grab as much of his and your paperwork as you can and stuffing it into your bag. "It's either the window, or mister 'I'm gonna rule the world' out there."
Wonwoo weighs his options. On the one hand, you're...
Well, you're there.
And, okay, on the other is a guy with two different guns, so...
Wonwoo goes over to his computer, taps at a fews keys, and initiates a total manual reset.
Once he turns back around, you've already started tying rope around yourself. "Get over here," you grunt.
And so Wonwoo lets you literally tie him to you, and then he jumps out of a god damn fucking window.
and that's all for this episode of diMEN—
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for ur wip reveal ask game, i simply MUST know more about ghost hoshi detective jihoon please 😌🤲🏻
ask me about a wip!
title: Ghost Hoshi Detective Jihoon
ahhhh this one I love the idea so much but I'd want to make it long and I just don't have the attention span 😭😭
warnings! reader discretion is advised. the content ahead includes mentions of death, murder, & serial killers
basically the idea is that about a year before the story "begins", Soonyoung and Jihoon were detective partners, both investigating the case of a serial killer -- called the Red Letter -- who had run rampant in their city. except, one night Soonyoung got a little too close with a new hint or clue, and he was murdered by the Red Letter. Jihoon was obviously devastated and enraged, but the police captain (Seungcheol bc who am I kidding) took him off the case because it was now a conflict of interest for Jihoon. unbeknownst to him, though, Soonyoung's ghost stayed behind. he seems stuck to Jihoon for some reason, but he has no way of communicating to the living. for a year he just drifted along, watching as his best friend fell apart over the loss he experienced while unable to do anything to comfort Jihoon.
enter you, a server in a small bar near Jihoon's precinct. Jihoon's finally broken down for some reason and goes to the bar to drink himself stupid and just forget. you've just arrived for the late shift and taken over your coworker's tables -- including the one Jihoon's sitting at. Soonyoung is there too, though no one can see him. he's just sitting across from Jihoon going "man, you've really let yourself go..."
until you go up to the table and say "can I get anything for either of you?"
Jihoon barely registers what you've said, but Soonyoung's eyes go wide and he's like "you can see me???". you tense up and focus your eyes on Jihoon once you realize Soonyoung is a ghost -- you've been able to see ghosts your entire life, and it never goes smoothly when they find out you can see them.
anyways basically Soonyoung convinces you to help him solve his murder because it's the only way to bring Jihoon back to life (the irony!) and it would be really sad but also funny. you find out that Soonyoung can actually possess your body (most ghosts can which is why you don't want them knowing your abilities) and it's the only way he can really communicate with Jihoon without just using you as a parroting telephone.
also it would be a poly au because jihoon realizes he was in love with soonyoung who falls for you along the way and you fall for both of them but feel so distraught because you feel as though jihoon only needs you to have soonyoung and you're not just a vessel for soonyoung to speak through goddamnit
and after a big argument jihoon shows up at your door, goes "you're more than that to me," and pushes you against a wall and kisses you until you forget your name ANYWAY
(gotta clarify that I am not a shipper, the story and these characters just went this way in my head)
I have the first 1 and a half chapters of this written, so lmk if you wanna see a snippet!
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