#jae won roh

[gongyoosgf]

THEY’RE SO CUTE AND EXCITED!!

THEIR SMILES AND NAMGYU’S LITTLE HOP? OH I’M SOBBING.

[kouzih]

Y'ALL SLEEPP ON HIMMMM GODDDDD

[starrykais0814]

[hhrtfelt]

Hey, do you write for min su? Just him being a bit of a pervert

pervert min-su x fem!reader

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　⸝⸝　　◦　　tags: pervertness, suggestive staring/language, min-su acting clueless and dumb to get his way, reader is more clueless, game au, mentions of jerking off, i wouldn’t call this smut but some people may so idk, min-su overshares with the wrong people and they fuck him over, female reader intended (sorry fellas…), ooc? (most likely)

　⸝⸝　　◦　　a/n: how late am i to this…? shut up. also im sorry if this isn’t what you wanteddd people being perverted isn’t my favorite thing to write about but i had no other ideas and decided to do my request so i hope this is good for you!! i also just don’t like writing about me unless it’s like nam-gyu hehehehehhe also sorry if this isn’t short it is currently 1:33AM while i’m writing this sentence…

BLUE: MIN-SU

GREEN: NAM-GYU

PURPLE: THANOS (his english is in italics)

PINK: READER

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min-su is a perv, but not on purpose… his eyes just wander and happen to land on you…!

…right?

yes, min-su is naturally shy and a people pleaser, who is usually timid and gets under pressure extremely easy, but why wouldn’t he use that advantage of him being ‘clueless’ or shy all the time to ogle at the girl that’s also in the group with him?

ever since you, se-mi, min-su, nam-gyu, thanos, and gyeong-su have been hanging out, he’s found himself staring more and more at your lips, or at your chest while your talking. enjoying the way your lips move and fantasize on how they would feel against bist, and how your chest would feel if he’s holding them in his hands. wait, is he drooling? fuck.

it’s not his fault you just are the definition of eye candy.

past that, he would always want to attempt to protect you or become someone you could lean on, but he’s to shy to really do anything about it.

when you two are alone, he gets really scared, as if he wasn’t already before, while you talk to him you can’t help but he his eyes ‘innocently’ graze your figure. you didn’t think anything of it, he didn’t mean any harm!

after a game, or talking to you alone, he feels all this pent up emotion that he just goes to the bathroom and relieves some stress.

by imagining you sucking or jerking him off in the stall.

he can’t help it!

cutting to lights out, he finds himself admitting his feelings to nam-gyu and thanos out of peer pressure

(during this section if you didn’t read the cor coded text names before this started, please go back! it’ll make sense!)

“i—i mean she’s cute.. i—i don’t really know..”

”dude—“

thanos put a hand out and looked up at the both of them from where he was sitting “nam-su i got this, bro”

“dude, we’ve seen the way you look at her tits, it’s okay man.”

min-su attempted to save himself, but let out a shaky sigh, putting his head down as he spoke.

“…yeah well, i’ve liked her since she’s joined the team. i mean, she’s kind, funny, endearing, very… very beautiful… and… um… very beautiful…yeah…” he rambled to them, not on purpose, but everything just flowed perfectly.

“min-su, when you had to go to the bathroom as soon as we got back from grabbing our lunches, why’d you immediately have to go to the bathroom?” “oh! i know!”

“we all heard you by the way, bro”

min-sus heart sank as he listened to the boys, shrugging them off.

(to cut this short, nam-gyu and thanos told you and you eventually started avoiding his slightly more since you were creeped out)

ok scenario over!!!

while he was sitting next you, he accidentally gripped your waist,

as you felt the grip of his hand on your waist, you turned to him with a concerned and scared looked on your face.

“min-su?” “are you okay?”

he looked completely shaken up as he let go quickly, turning the other way from you.

“yes— i’m so— so so sorry.. i’m sorry.. that was an accident.”

“it’s okay, just give me a warning next time..!”

[countyourfreckleslikestars]

Touchy boy

Warnings: Nothing! Just fluff!

You had entered the games in an attempt to get out of the debt you were drowning in.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You had promised yourself since red light, green light, you wouldn’t get attached—that you’d keep your head down, play smart, and survive.

And then there was Nam-Gyu.

From the moment you met, he’d been unbelievably touchy. At first, you chalked it up to nerves—maybe he was just the type who needed physical reassurance to stay calm. But then it became routine.

The way his arm would sling over your shoulder when you went to collect your food from the guards.

The way he’d always find some excuse to sit close, knees touching when you guys sat on the steps to the bunks.

The way, after a particularly brutal game (Mingle), he had found you sitting against the wall, shaking, and wordlessly pulled you into his chest—his chin resting against the top of your head, his arms wrapped tight around you like he could shield you from everything.

“Just breathe,” he had murmured. “We’re still alive.”

And you let him. Because, somehow, his touch made everything feel a little less terrifying.

Now, as the next game looms closer, you sit together in the dimly lit dormitory, the hum of tension thick in the air. The beds around you are mostly empty, scattered players keeping to themselves, whispering anxiously about what horrors tomorrow might bring.

Nam-Gyu is lying beside you, one arm draped lazily over your stomach, his fingers tracing random patterns against your shirt. It should feel too close, too intimate for a place like this, but it doesn’t. It feels… grounding.

“You okay?” he asks, voice quieter than usual.

You exhale. “Not really.”

He shifts, propping himself up on his elbow to look at you. His brows knit together, concern flickering across his face.

“You have that look again.”

You blink. “What look?”

“The one that says you’re planning to do something stupidly self-sacrificial tomorrow,” he mutters.

You scoff. “I don’t—”

“You do,” he cuts in, eyes narrowing. “And I get it. You want to play smart, keep your team safe, but you can’t just throw yourself into danger every time. Not when—”

He stops himself.

Not when what?

The unspoken words hang between you, thick as the tension in the room.

And then—softly, like he’s testing the waters—he reaches for your hand, intertwining your fingers.

“You don’t have to do this alone, you know,” he murmurs.

Your throat tightens.

Because somewhere along the way, this stopped being just about survival. Somewhere along the way, he became the only reason you still had something to fight for.

A sudden noise—a shout from across the dorm—breaks the moment. Players on both sides, arguing and yelling obscenities at each other.

Nam-Gyu sighs, rolling onto his back but keeping his fingers laced with yours. “I hate this place,” he mutters.

You squeeze his hand. “Me too.”

Silence settles again, heavier now. You should sleep—both of you should—but neither of you move.

“Hey,” Nam-Gyu mumbles after a beat. “If we get out of here…”

You turn your head to look at him.

“…What?”

His grip on your hand tightens. “Let’s go somewhere far. Somewhere warm. Somewhere we don’t have to look over our shoulders every second.”

Your chest aches. “You really think we’re gonna get out of this?”

He shifts again, eyes locking onto yours—serious, determined. “Yea, that’s why we’re voting X tomorrrow.”

And for the first time since you got here, you let yourself believe him.

A/n: Hi my lil monsters! How we likey? Felt like writing a fluffy ass Nam-Gyu fic since everyone thinks my baby is a asshole 😔

Love ya, Twilight

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[revinluver]

look who just posted 9 hours ago...

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picture redraw yehahhah ⭐

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[koenig-my-beloved]

~Soft spot~

Nam-gyu x f/reader (fluff)

You came home from work one day completely exhausted seeking comfort in your boyfriend. Maybe he had one of his softer days today.

Warning: mentioning of sex, drug use (on nam-gyu’s side)

Word count: 840

Authors note: NOT proofread, wrote this on the bus ride home after a long exhausting day myself

It was a long, exhausting day, and you were just happy to finally get home. When you opened the door, the smell of weed instantly hit your nostrils. You used your hand to try and fan it away, but to no use. You slowly entered, kicking off your shoes and throwing your jacket over the hangers.

As you moved on into the living room, you saw your boyfriend on the couch, his legs spread far apart almost claiming the whole couch, arms lazily draped over the headrest. His head leaning back looking at the ceiling and between his fingers a joint that he brought to his lips. He didn’t seem to notice you, so you quietly called out to him, hoping he had one of his softer days today. “Huh?” he lifted his head off the headrest lips slightly apart, eyes red and pupils blown out. “I’m back from work” you said quietly with a weak smile. “Uh huh” he hummed his head falling back again. You stood there for a while, waiting for any reaction besides that, but all he did was take another drag from the joint.

You let out a shaky breath before walking into your bedroom to get changed. Eventually, you took out one of his shirts and a comfy pair of sweatpants before walking back to him. He was still laid out like a half dead body. “Nam?” You called again, walking towards him.

“What do you want” he asked, his voice slurred, not really expecting an answer.

You stood in front of him, quiet at first, before softly saying “Some hugs maybe?” It sounded more like a question than anything else. The day was so overwhelming you weren’t quite sure what you wanted anymore.

He lifted his hand bringing it up to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose.

You stood there quietly fidgeting with your hands.

“Sure” he said, finally looking at you.

You made your way around the coffee table and sat down next to him. He gently placed his arm around your waist and that was all it took for all the tension to leave your body, for your composure to falter. Your eyes started stinging and you felt warm tears rolling down your cheeks.

Nam-gyu sensed that something was off and took one last drag from his joint before crushing it in the ashtray on the coffee table. He then went on to gently pull you onto his lap and wrap both of his arms around you. He didn’t like it when you cried, except it was him making you cry when the two of you had sex.

How he enjoyed seeing your tears, one hand around your neck the other on your waist as he pushed deeper in your warmth. You squirming underneath, gripping at his arms, his name falling off your lips like a mantra.

But now you were crying because of… what exactly? He didn’t know too high to even think straight, let alone figure out why you were crying.

“Hmm why are you crying” he asked feeling your hot breath on his neck as you sobbed into his shoulder. “What’s wrong?” He added rubbing his thumb over your back gently.

You quiet down a bit “E… Every… thing” you stammered, not daring to look at him.

“You want a joint or… ?” He asked probably not knowing what else to say, to which you quickly shook your head.

You both stayed silent for a while, his thumb continuing to gently rub soothing circles on your back.

He let out a deep sigh before gently grabbing your cheeks with both of his hands looking into your eyes. Your gaze kept wandering everywhere, the wall to your left seemingly far more interesting than your boyfriend.

“Look at me” he said abruptly, as if he was getting annoyed, but the gentleness of his thumbs wiping away your tears showed otherwise. Your eyes slowly turned towards his and there was something so calming about those wide pupils of his. You wrapped your arms slowly around his neck your hands tightly gripping onto his shirt, so tight your knuckles were turning white.

“Shhh” he tried to sooth you as he pressed his forehead against yours, his hand gently tangling in your hair. You pulled away slightly to get another glance of those lulling eyes, hoping it would calm your nerves a bit more.

Cries turned into sobs and then eased into quiet sniffles. He gently nudged your face up to press his dry lips onto yours. It was a soft, fleeting kiss before he leaned back, exhaling loudly, his hands dropping to your waist. Despite that you could swear you still felt his lips against yours, lingering there for a moment longer than they actually did. You then leaned into him your head on his shoulder before shutting your now puffy eyes.

“I love you Nam” it trailed off your lips so gently and lovingly. Nam-gyu let out a huff before humming shortly in response. His hand finding its way back into your hair running it softly through the strands.

[squidsquidsquidsquidsquidgame]

Did we...make that?

character: Kim Seo wan

Summary: when you were about 3 and a half months pregnant your boyfriend/baby daddy, was admitted to the psychiatric hospital due to his bipolar and schizophrenia. Now, 5 and a half months later you visit him in the hospital to show him your little creation

THERE IS A HAPPY STORY THEN A SAD STORY!

HAPPY STORY!

The halls of the psychiatric hospital felt both familiar and foreign to you now. You had been visiting for months, waiting, hoping, but today was different. Today, you weren’t coming alone. Wrapped in a soft blue blanket, your son, Jae-Un, lay peacefully in your arms, his tiny chest rising and falling in perfect rhythm. He had his father’s lips, his nose—a perfect little piece of Kim Seo-Wan.

Your heart raced as you reached his room. Seo-Wan’s condition had its ups and downs. Some days, he was lucid, smiling, reminiscing about old memories. Other days, he was deep in his own world, convinced he was battling dragons, slaying monsters only he could see. You never knew which Seo-Wan you would find.

Taking a deep breath, you knocked softly before stepping in. Seo-Wan sat by the window, gazing outside with a faraway look in his eyes. His hospital gown was slightly wrinkled, his dark hair tousled, but he still looked like the man you loved.

His head snapped toward you at the sound of the door. A moment of silence stretched between you, then his eyes landed on the bundle in your arms. For a second, something flickered in his expression—recognition? Or was it just another illusion in his mind?

“Seo-Wan,” you said softly, stepping closer. “I want you to meet someone.”

He blinked, his lips parting slightly. “Is it… a new companion?” he asked hesitantly, his voice filled with that familiar childlike wonder. “Did you bring me a baby dragon?”

Tears burned your eyes, but you smiled. “No, love. This is Jae-Un. Our son.”

A long pause. Then, Seo-Wan frowned, shaking his head slightly. “No… no, that’s not possible. I’ve been fighting. I’ve been away, deep in the war. The realms have kept me away from you.” His hands clenched in his lap. “How could I have missed it? How could I have missed our baby?”

You stepped closer, gently placing Jae-Un into his arms. Seo-Wan stiffened at first, his breathing uneven, but then he looked down.

The world around him stilled. The dragons, the battles, the hallucinations—they all seemed to fade as he focused on the tiny life in his hands.

Jae-Un stirred, yawning, his tiny fingers curling slightly. Seo-Wan’s breath hitched.

“He’s real,” you whispered. “He’s ours.”

Tears welled in Seo-Wan’s eyes. His shoulders shook as he let out a trembling laugh. “He’s… so small,” he murmured, tracing a careful finger along Jae-Un’s cheek. “So… perfect.”

You watched as something shifted in his eyes. A brief moment of clarity. A tether pulling him back to you, to reality.

“I missed so much, didn’t I?” he whispered, his voice cracking.

You nodded, tears spilling over. “But you’re here now. And he knows his appa’s here."

Seo-Wan swallowed hard, his grip on Jae-Un tightening protectively. “I want to be better for him. For you.” He kissed the top of your son’s head, closing his eyes. “I’ll slay every dragon if it means I get to come home to you both.”

You cupped his cheek, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “We’ll be waiting, love.”

Outside, the world kept turning. Inside, in that quiet hospital room, a father held his son for the first time, and for a fleeting moment, the war in his mind subsided.

ANGST STORY

The halls of the psychiatric hospital felt colder than usual today. The weight of the past months sat heavy on your chest, pressing harder with each step. You had spent five and a half months waiting, hoping, but as you cradled Jae-Un in your arms, you weren’t sure what you would find today.

Seo-Wan’s condition had worsened. The doctors told you he had retreated further into his world, losing more and more of his grip on reality. You had tried to prepare yourself, tried to be strong, but nothing could have truly readied you for what came next.

Stepping into his room, you found him crouched in the corner, his eyes darting across the walls as if he were reading invisible text, strategizing his next move in the game that only he could see. His lips moved silently, reciting something under his breath. His hands twitched, as if gripping a sword.

“Seo-Wan?” you called softly.His head snapped up, eyes wild, unfocused. For a second, there was something familiar in them—but then his gaze landed on the bundle in your arms, and the fear set in.

He recoiled, his breath coming in sharp gasps. “What is that?” he whispered, his voice trembling. “What did they send?”

Your heart clenched. “Seo-Wan… it’s Jae-Un. Our son.”

He shook his head violently, pressing himself against the wall. “No. No, that’s not right. I would remember. I—I’ve been fighting, I’ve been training—there was no child, there was no—” He looked at you as if you were a stranger, his face twisting in panic. “You’re lying. They sent you to trick me.”

Tears pricked at your eyes. “Seo-Wan, please. He’s real. He’s ours.” You stepped forward, carefully lowering Jae-Un toward him. “Just hold him.”

He flinched as if you were handing him a bomb. “No—no, I can’t. That thing—it’s not—it’s not mine.” His hands trembled violently as you gently placed Jae-Un into his arms, his body stiff and rejecting. His breath hitched, his whole frame shaking.

And then—He let go.It happened so fast. Jae-Un slipped from his arms, falling before you could react. A sharp, panicked cry filled the room as you lunged forward, barely catching him before he hit the cold tile floor.

Your own scream tore from your throat, heart pounding as you clutched your baby to your chest. Jae-Un wailed, frightened but unharmed. Seo-Wan stared at his empty hands in horror, eyes wide with something between shock and detachment. His chest heaved. He didn’t look at you. He didn’t look at the baby. He just curled into himself, rocking back and forth. “It’s not real,” he muttered. “It’s not real. It’s not real.”

You could barely breathe, your own hands shaking as you soothed Jae-Un, your mind spinning. The man you loved—the man you shared a life with—had disappeared into a world you couldn’t reach. And he had forgotten you. He had forgotten Jae-Un. You swallowed the sob threatening to choke you.

“Seo-Wan,” you whispered. “Please come back to us.”

But he didn’t answer. He was already gone.

[gongyoosgf]

THE SILLIES!!

[strawbearyxx]

does he know he exists

[hhrtfelt]

The type of guy to

( nam-gyu version )

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nam-gyus the type of guy to call his friends good boy after they do something for him. “can you bring me water?” “yes—“ “gooooood boy”

the type of guy to call his crush “fine shyt” or “huzz” RIGHT infront of them.

the type of guy to throw a chair at his set up after he gets second place in fortnite (relateable)

the type of guy to attempt to be a mysterious valorant boba abb guy and fair miserably

the type of guy to say “IS THAT A CELLULAR DEVICE?” or “[name] WHY ARE U USING AI ON YOUR PHONE?” during a test or when the classroom is silent

the type of guy that girls label a male manipulator and gets confused why everyone keeps calling him that

“where my hug at” he says while thanos is snickering behind him

used to yell pumpkin at lunch but makes fun of people who do it now (we love our little hypocrite 💔)

strawberry watermelon lime grape vape.

[countyourfreckleslikestars]

Cozy Night In - Roh Jae Won

Project Valentines Day - 4#

Warnings: nothing!

Jae Won wasn’t one to make a big spectacle of things, especially when it came to Valentine’s Day. He had never been a fan of crowded restaurants or extravagant gifts—he always preferred something quieter, something that felt more real.

So, when Valentine’s Day came around, he didn’t rush to buy flowers or make grand plans. Instead, he put his energy into something that he knew would make you smile—a cozy, intimate evening that would feel like a real reflection of how much he cared.

When you walked into his apartment, the soft glow of the lights and the warm scent of your favorite food filled the air. The room was simple—no roses, no over-the-top decorations—just a few candles scattered around and your favorite takeout on the table. It felt comforting, familiar, and like home.

“Hey,” he greeted, looking up from the small task he was focused on. He was dressed casually, in a hoodie and sweatpants, but there was something undeniably warm about the way he stood there, that easy smile playing at his lips. “I thought we could skip the usual Valentine’s stuff. I just wanted to spend the night with you.”

You smiled, your heart swelling. You loved that about him—that he didn’t need the over-the-top gestures to show he cared. He always found ways to make you feel special in the simplest ways.

“That sounds perfect,” you said, slipping your shoes off and making your way over to him. You kissed his cheek, feeling the warmth of him next to you.

The night unfolded easily, filled with laughter and conversation as you ate together. The food was nothing fancy, just your favorite comfort dishes—Chinese takeout and snacks, but it was exactly what you wanted. After dinner, the two of you settled on the couch, the dim light flickering in the background.

You turned to him, your legs tucked under you. “I can’t remember the last time I felt so relaxed. This is exactly what I needed.”

He glanced over at you, his expression soft. “Yeah, me too. I didn’t want to do anything complicated. Just… us, y’know?”

You nodded, feeling the weight of the moment settle in. It wasn’t the grandiose Valentine’s Day you had expected, but there was something more meaningful about it—the way he made sure everything felt so effortless.

As the evening went on, the conversation turned more serious, and Jae Won’s attention never wavered from you. He listened to every word you said, his focus fully on you. He had always been good at that, making you feel like the most important person in the room, even when it was just the two of you.

After a while, he stood up, walking over to a small bag he had tucked away on the shelf. He handed you a small gift—a simple bracelet, the silver delicate and elegant.

“I know we said no gifts,” he said quietly, “but I saw this, and it just felt right. I thought you’d like it.”

You opened the box, the bracelet gleaming in the soft light. It wasn’t expensive, but it was thoughtful, just like him. “Jae Won…” you murmured, touched by his gesture. “I love it. It’s perfect.”

He smiled, pulling you close and wrapping his arms around you. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he whispered into your hair.

You hugged him tighter, feeling a warmth in your chest that went beyond the candlelight and the comfort of the food. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” you replied softly, leaning back to look at him. “This is all I ever needed.”

The night drifted on, the two of you curled up together on the couch, talking about everything and nothing. As the minutes passed, you realized that it wasn’t the extravagant things that made the night special—it was the simplicity of just being with someone who knew exactly how to make you feel loved.

A/n: Hi my Lil monsters! How we likey? This is fic 4# of Project Valentines Day 2025! Hope you enjoy!

Love ya, Twilight

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[revinluver]

more photos, mostly ones I haven't seen around!!

I like to add the photos where it just focuses on what he's done, doing or holding because - it's something he's done worthy enough to be photographed, and it's still about him - it still has him in it.

not many people think it's important, but I do <3

[syxoki]

Lesbians love roh jae-won. Lesbians yearn for roh jae-won.