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I’ve Got You — Hwang Jun-ho

Pairing: Hwang Jun-ho x Gender Neutral! Reader

Genre: angst

Word count: 920

Warnings: depressing content, hurt/comfort, canon divergence

A/n: I don't know what happened here, it was supposed to be loaded with fluff, but instead it's just pure angst. Did I make someone cry?

You sit on the chair in the tiny kitchen, basking in the complete darkness. You’re exhausted, and you can barely keep your slumped body from falling off the seat. The mug you hold between your trembling fingers is already cold, but you ignore it and take another sip of the coffee, waiting for the caffeine to kick in.

“It gets easier,” your friend told you a few weeks ago while she held your sobbing body in her embrace. “Soon you’ll forget that a man named Hwang Jun-ho ever existed!” she assured you, patting your head. You didn’t believe her. You knew she was wrong. There was no way you’d ever forget about him. 

The caffeine didn’t work at all—or maybe it did, but you are so disconnected from reality that you didn’t feel the change. 

“Jun-ho,” you breathlessly whisper his name, testing it out. It still sounds the same—full of pain, longing and hopelessness. You don’t remember when was the last time you said it out loud.

You can’t control the sudden rush of tears that escape from your red eyes like waterfalls. Where was he? Why did he leave you? Were you not enough for him anymore? Did he fall in love with someone else? You sink your teeth in your bottom lip hard—drawing blood—before the voices in your head fade out, and you suddenly remember the whiskey Jun-ho stashed away in one of the cupboards in the room. 

You hold on to the edge of the table in front of you and get up on trembling legs. Pushing yourself in the direction of the wooden kitchen counters, you hit your little toe and curse loudly. 

The giggles that follow your little outburst make you freeze in your current position—back hunched up, hand outstretched towards your foot but not quite there yet. The adorable laugh isn’t yours. Hell, you don’t even remember when was the last time you smiled, so why would it be yours? 

“Jun-ho?” you let his name float into the darkness of the room. Were you being naive for thinking it could be him? Was it wrong to hold onto this blind hope? 

The person standing in the doorway goes awfully quiet. You curse yourself in your head before, turning around very slowly, hoping the intruder won’t feel threatened and whip out a gun—that is, if he isn’t already holding it pointed at your head. 

The silhouette in the doorway is pretty masculine. You don’t stand a chance in a fight with a grown man. You don’t even know if he has a weapon or not. How could you possibly win? You question yourself whether it’s worth dashing for the window and running down the fire escape stairs to get away from this mysterious trespasser. Before you can decide, his hand reaches towards the light switch on his left and flicks it on. 

He doesn’t say a word, just stands there with an insecure smile, waiting for your reaction. You must look funny, gaping at him like you’ve just seen a ghost. 

“You’re not really here,” you say to yourself, rubbing your tired eyes before looking at him again. He’s still here. 

Jun-ho throws his arms wide open, and you run into his embrace without a second thought. He places his arms around you and pulls you into his chest, delicately caressing your back. 

“I thought you abandoned me.” 

Jun-ho’s heart breaks at these words. He feels guilty for making you experience such agonizing feelings. He rests his head in the crook of your neck, feeling his eyes tear up.

“I’d never do that. I’m so sorry,” the man mumbles out, sniffling. “I’m an awful boyfriend.” 

You only sob louder because he’s not awful at all—he’s far from that. Jun-ho pulls away from you so he can cradle your face in his calloused palms, stroking his thumbs over your cheekbones to wipe off your tears.

His gorgeous eyes meet yours. And for a moment, you forget all about his disappearance from your life and this sudden come-back. The only thing you can focus on is his face. You want to remember every single detail of it in case he ever decides to leave again. You don’t think you’d be able to live through that hell again. 

Then you notice something different in his eyes, something you’ve never seen there before. His gaze is full of grief and sadness, but you have a feeling that it has nothing to do with you this time. 

“What happened, Jun-ho? Where were you?” you manage to say, successfully escaping from choking on your own tears. 

It flashes in his eyes again and strikes a nerve that makes him break down in your arms. You let him fall onto his knees, clutching your shirt in his fists; he buries his face in your abdomen.

Your body instantly knows what to do, and your fingers move on their own, tangling in his short hair. You kiss the crown of his head and stay right there, letting him get it all out. God knows he needs it far more than you. 

Jun-ho cries in front of you for what seems like the first time ever. He has never done that before, choosing to be your rock and not letting you see his moments of weakness.

Now he falls apart completely and utterly. You’re not sure if you’d ever be able to mend the broken pieces back. Something happened to him while he was away from you, something awful and evil. 

“I’ve got you,” you whisper over and over again like a mantra, hoping it’d make him feel at least a little bit safer. 

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Rescue — Last Boss

Pairing: Last Boss x Gender Neutral! Reader

Genre: angst, a little bit of fluff

Word count: 741

Warnings: gore, death, injured reader, insecurities

A/n: I just had to write something for Takatora. I mean- Look. At. Him. This boy needs some serious loving. 🥺 This wasn’t requested. Enjoy!

Horrifying screams of agony fill up the room to the brim, and despite his love for the new world order, Last Boss wants it all to stop. He can smell the metallic pungency of blood—so strong that he can taste it on his tongue when it nervously swipes over his bottom lip. He wishes he could turn back time and deter you from joining the game.

“I told you not to get attached.” Just hearing Niragi’s voice makes his hands tremble in fear.

Takatora doesn’t dare to acknowledge him, his eyes solely focused on your face, on the eyes that always stared at him with nothing but pure love, on the lips that he loved to trace with his fingertips after every kiss you gifted him with. But now your eyes are staring into space lifelessly, no adoration left in them for Tora to hold on to. The corners of your mouth are cut, angry red wounds still leaking blood stretched all the way to your cheekbones and messily sewed shut.

“Tora…” It’s a one word, a whisper that barely reaches his ears, but it makes a tiny spark of hope bloom in his heart. You’re not dead, and you still remember his name.

Even Niragi is left speechless, forced to look you up and down several times before his eyes recognize you. You aren’t dead after all, but he has a feeling that you wish you were.

Both men had never seen such a gruesome result of a game. Niragi wants to ask you how it all happened—he’s more than curious to know how a game of Hearts turned into this bloody scene—but he’s not sure if you are in any condition to speak properly, so he leaves you be for now.

Last Boss is quick on his feet, reaching you in what seems to be milliseconds. You want to greet him with a smile, but there is no point in doing so; your lips are already stuck in a permanent grin. He sits on his knees in front of you, and you slump further down the wall, trying to hide from him.

“You’re alive,” he whispers, hands already tangling in the hair on the back of your head so he can hold you still while his lips cover every inch of your face—his kisses as delicate as butterfly’s flutters.

Your eyes close involuntarily when he brushes one of the wounds on your cheeks, not because it hurts but because you are aware of how disgusting they must look. There is no way that he isn’t disgusted by them, you think.

The screams in the room slowly fade away, and you look to the left to see the man that helped you take care of your injuries slide down the wall, taking his final breath. You avert your eyes and meet Takatora’s gaze. You’re surprised to see the same amount of love and adoration in his eyes; it hasn’t changed a bit since he saw your ugly wounds.

Niragi breaks the silence. “You look kinda cool now.”

You guess that this half-assed comment is meant to reassure you in some way. You do feel a little bit better; just the thought that he said something like that to buck you up makes your eyes water in appreciation. You send a teasing wink Niragi’s way, making him scuff and cross his arms over his chest.

“Let’s get out of here already,” the black-haired man says before he turns away to walk out of the office room. “It seriously stinks here,” he murmurs under his breath when another whiff of the strong metallic smell hits his nose, and then the door clicks shut behind his back.

You turn your attention back to Last Boss, who hasn’t stopped staring at you for even a second. “Are you alright?” you ask him, daring to brush your nose against his to break him out of his thoughts.

He hums quietly and lets you leave a soft peck on his tattooed cheek, eyes closing in pure bliss. “I love you,” he mumbles out, and your eyes widen at his words.

“I love you too, Tora.”

He kisses you on the lips gently, careful not to hurt you before his arms find their way under your knees and your back, and he lifts you off of the dirty floor, making you gasp in agony, but when his mouth finds yours again, the kiss melts the pain away.