#paper teeth webtoon

[basicnamecauseimbasic]

My webtoon recommendations

Alone

Paper teath

My new life as a slasher

I'm the grim reaper

Third shift society

Clinic of horrors

Silhou

Death sitter

School bus graveyard

Funtime phobia

Homesick

The dummy's dummy

Blood sugar

Loving reaper

[winds-of-roses]

Guys this loser woman is literally me guys

Silly me for becoming a silly vampire 🤭

I just can't control the kin gods 😡

[in-halingstardust]

hiii!!! if its ok, can I requests smut oneshot for dottore (specifically the webtoon verison i love him so much) with a female reader where you're his assistant and he's down bad for u pls :3

A/N: I haven't heard of the Dottore manhwa version of him in for-e-ver omg. Like not since I was a 1.0 players. So like- I re read it and I was like, "ohmigod he would be so down bad for you". I hope you enjoy and thank you for being my very first request hehe ~°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° dottore x f!reader_assistant Tags: doggy is down bad for you, slight yangere/possessive vibes, frottage, biting, praise, just...really down bad for you.

You weren't in love.

No... it was something more twisted than that. 

He pushes you against the desk and sucks against the small opening between the color and the leather choker he makes you wear, marking you as his. You tilt your head to the side as he gives you hickies that will be clearly visible tomorrow during the test periods on the subjects. 

He grips your ass swatting papers, flasks, tools off the table as he sets you upon it. 

You tug at this hair, pulling him back a little just to let you breathe. His hands wander towards how your tight blouse tucked into your pencil skirt, trying to unbutton and free your breasts from the constricting material. "Il- wait you're too-," a gasp comes out of you as you throw your head back, "insatiable!"

Your front is now exposed, lacy swirls of pink and white cup your breasts as he nips on a ribbon right near your nipple, thin fabric the only barrier. 

He groans, rutting against you like an animal, your pencil skirt hiking higher and higher, exposing a matching set of panties protected against a thin layer of nylon. "God, is this the new set?" He rubs against your core and you let out a hitched breath, "Fuck, I'm going to get you lace stocking too. Just for us!"

With his gloved hand he moves your cup, pink, perked nipple peaks out for a moment before being devoured. His other hand kneading into you; you're left using your arms to support you as he has his fill. 

It's rough, fast and dirty. Just like all your quickies in the office before the next experiment. Sometimes it will be a fast blowjob which would usually spill out of your mouth, other times he rips off any clothing covering you and has you against the table if not be for you complaining about how much pantyhose you went through in a week. 

On rare days, he cum just from touch alone and a few words. You wrap your legs around him, bringing him closer. He felt perfectly slotted against you and fuck- you might come as well. 

He's shaking, but the edge in his voice is still there. "Can't get enough of me, my dear assistant~?"

You rub against him, and he lets out a moan. They are behind schedule, but doesn't this feel amazing? "I- we have more tests to run, Doctor." The friction is inescapable, "ngh! You're not quick enough." 

The pace is becoming faster as he laughs against your ear, full body weight supported against you, body to body. He whispers. 

"Tonight, let me fuck you again." Another pant. "Tear off your underwear and your goddamn stockings. I'll use my teeth and mark every part of your body." 

It's so hot. You're close. He's closer as he rushes every thought into you. "Let me see how you moan. How naughty you are in bed! How ah! Fucking delicious you are. You be mine, forever say it. Say You'll Be Mine forever."

You feel your core wet, pressing against him. The warmth is tantalizing as you grunt out, "I-I'll be yours, for-forever..."

He kisses you, tongues mashing together before a slim string of saliva disconnects you both. "Say it like you mean it. That you can't live without me. That without me you be still be living in those filthy streets- say it."

"Forever! *gasp* Doctor I'll be yours forever." You cry out, legs pressing him, trying to never un meld from one another, "Together- till the end!." 

It's a promise as you both cum. 

He jerks against you, gripping you against himself. You feel the pulses of pleasure echo against your lower body. Focus is coming back to you as you look down bleary of the bruises and bite marks forming on your breasts. At least your stocking were still whole today. 

Dottore, you peer into his face. At least what you can see of it behind the mask, pure red eyes, does not look satisfied yet. Even with the droplets of sweat across his hair, you push his bangs away. 

"Why, my precious assistant looks like she could still continue."

You give a stare, fixing your clothes back into place. "Tonight." You say before removing a hand against your waist as your two feet touch the ground shakily, "Let's finish our work today."

"As you wish my dear assistant."

[unhingedkinfessions]

I have a problem

I reccently kinfirmed Avery from paper teeth

Problem?

IDK IF IM A GIRL OR BOY IN THE WEBTOON....

I've tried looking it up BUT NOOOOOOO I CANT FIND MY GENDER IN CANON

I did see a comment saying 'Glad people know she's a girl' but idk I look like a boy

SO IM HAVING A CRISIS ABOUT MY CANON GENDER 😭

its 2024 does it seriously matter that much. “look like” a boy is nothing at this point. irl crisis over this? genuinely? sorry to hear it

ruling: “girl or boy” whos gonna tell em theres only one gender

[ineffable-gallimaufry]

currently reading paper teeth on webtoon and . i gotta say avery (the mc) is THE most pathetic meow meow woman ever and i love her /pos

^ the her

[stressedlawsecretary]

Today's Focus

10.30.23 - Whelp it's Monday again folks! Wish me luck; it's cold and wet to start with.

Work - I didn't leave anything for myself except whatever efiles came in over the weekend, and the redaction project that I'm going to do 50 more pages of today. So it's...whatever comes in? Ik I have to print a document (or several) for AP, and I've got some mandatory training so if I don't end up swamped I'll hop on that.

Background Noise - I start today with like 96 on the Watch Later, no thanks to adding stuff over the weekend.

I only got like 5 videos off on Friday so I'm trying to do a lot of them back-to-back today

Study - Case law day! The goals look like:

Deputy Sheriff Cothran's testimony in the Emmett Till murder trial

At least eight (8) biographies of the Panama Paper players

At least six (6) news articles on the Panama Papers

At least three (3) articles relating to the Afghan Files

Masterpiece Cakeshop decision on Justia

At least three (3) pages of the Inflation Reduction Act of 2022

Finish reading complaint #01719

I left my recording of what I completed over the weekend at home today 😔 I know I did a couple Wiki pages, and I did manage to finish that one Webtoon I had been trying to finish reading. I started writing my review of Teeth but that's slower going than I thought.

Extras - It's catbox and vacuuming day. I'm also trying to update my resume so I can get a promotion at work. My hunny and I have plans for the evening that includes the newest episode of WTFIWWY and playing Costume Quest 2.

[connor-draws-things]

i would absolutely love webtoon recommendations, if you have any! i’m constantly looking for new ones. i feel like i’ve read them all lol

Awesome!! :D

Alright here's my recs with small descriptions of each! ^^

TripTrack: Kidnappee protects Kidnapper

Paper teeth: Vampire Hunter gets turned into a Vampire

Flawed Almighty: Douchebag has to make people's wish come true so he doesn't go to hell

High Class Homos: Prince and Princess are gay and lesbian and want to get fake married so people would stop being nosy

Not Even Bones: Mythical creatures exist and there's a Death Market for their body parts

Señorita Cometa: Lots of ladies been disappearing and badass bestie of one of the missing decides to get to the bottom of it all

The Last Dimension: Kids with powers get sucked into another dimension

School Bus Graveyard: Shadow monsters trying to kill teenagers

Homesick: It's the apocalypse and the main character has amnesia

Shotgun Boy: Bullied kid wants to kill his classmates, ends up protecting them from monsters instead

Yuna and Kawachan: Kid and amusement park mascot try to survive the apocalypse together

Everything is fine: Everything is NOT fine

Not so Shoujo Love Story: Weeb thinks pretty girl rival is trying to steal her love interest from her, when in reality pretty rival girl has a crush on her

I also forgot where I read this one, it wasn't on Webtoon I don't think, but it's called "All Hail Lady Blanche" and it's about a game developer being trapped in her own game

[tobiosmilktea]

umpah umpah! smau

↪︎ bokuto x f!reader x iwaizumi

[004] — it’s you!

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a/n: i wrote this during my psych class cause i was bored,, also this wasn’t proofread lol

by the time iwaizumi gets home after long days at work, he would usually knock out like a light after dinner and a bath, but tonight he had more energy than anticipated. and if he was being completely honest, he was not expecting himself to be spending the rest of his night reading a random webtoon. hell, he wasn’t even planning on reading it in the first place, but his boredom got the best of him.

a sigh escapes him as he settles at his desk, finger hovering over the lime green webtoon app for a brief second before giving in. quickly, he input in his information to create an account and before long he was already bombarded with promotions of many other webtoons until he was met with the biggest one—the love cemetery: soon to become a major motion picture!

that’s it, iwaizumi thought as he clicked on the promotional advert as it redirected him to the webtoon’s table of contents. there, he reread the synopsis over again, peering slightly at its contents purely from the plain inkling of familiarity of it all.

the moment he opened the first chapter, he was immediately enticed by the art style and colors. it was as if he was suddenly transported into this world that you have created that the hours had past faster than he had anticipated. the only reason why he even looked up from his phone in the first place was due to that little white box notifying him that his phone was at the cusp dying. iwaizumi’s eyes flickered over to his clock, two in the morning, he read as he let out a sigh. despite wanting to read more of the webtoon, he knew he was going to regret staying up. never mind the fact that he needed to go into work early and even hesitating to close his phone was a good enough reason to force himself to stop.

no wonder bokuto was obsessed.

iwaizumi’s thumb hovered over the author’s handle then, “dddeities?” he whispers to himself before swiftly pressing on the link.

it was then did his familiarity was suddenly confirmed. the moment the link took him to the webtoon author’s twitter account, iwaizumi recognized your name and face within a snap. a lump formed in his throat.

he wasn’t sure what really came over him as the obvious fatigue in his eyes was nowhere to be seen. grabbing his laptop from his desk, his fingers quickly typed away on his keyboard to search up your name on youtube. once the videos loaded in, iwaizumi found himself hesitating again as the first video that was at the top of the list had your smiling face. it still had his heart thumping in his chest even after all these years.

you looked amazing and the fact the interview had just been uploaded a few hours ago had him feeling shy for a brief second. iwaizumi scoffs at himself before shaking his head, “fuck it,” he mutters to himself before clicking on the video. it wasn’t like you, his first love and ex would ever find out he had ever read your webtoon.

“hey, my name is (y/l/n) (y/n) aka dddeities and i’m the author of the webtoon, love cemetery,” your voice softly emitted from iwaizumi’s laptop at a low volume. “today i was invited by webtoon themselves to answer some of your questions you have asked me!”

iwaizumi couldn’t remember the last time he had heard your voice. it was strange hearing it after so long now that you’ve matured since the last time he had seen you—from your looks to the way you dressed, a lot of things changed. granted, you both weren’t fifteen anymore.

“the first question is from seonshines who asked, ‘how does it feel to be able to be part of love cemetery’s film production?’’ you read off the slip of paper before discarding it off to the side, “it’s genuinely a dream come true! i’ve never expected love cemetery to be popular enough to even become a film, but considering how a lot of live actions tend to flop whenever the original creator isn’t part of production, i’m really excited for this project and i have high expectations.”

still as eloquent as usual, iwaizumi thought as he didn’t even notice the smile that was melting upon his expression the more he admired you.

you grab another question from a bowl, “from iloveddd, they asked: how do you plan your webtoons? …well when i first got the idea for love cemetery, i just started plotting it out on a piece of paper. it was initially only me who started drawing, coloring, and publishing each chapter, but once it started picking up a bit, my best friend murakami kaori started co-writing it.”

“kaori?” the familiar name slipped out of iwaizumi’s lips. “i remember her,” how could he forget the girl who got you and him together in the first place?

“overall, she’s mainly the one that keeps the story a bit more interesting while another member of my team, akaashi keiji, is my editor. he’s very meticulous and knows whenever there’s a plot hole somewhere so he’s often part of the writing process as well.” you finished off your answer before continuing to the next one, “this question is from user bokutoxbaisho. they asked ‘did you know that bokuto koutarou of msby black jackals is a big fan of love cemetery?? how do you feel about it??”

hesitance radiated out of you as you awkwardly laughed.

“um...” you trailed out, “i think it’s pretty cool i guess. it’s definitely a shock considering i never thought he would be the kind of guy to be into these types of things.”

iwaizumi’s eyebrows furrowed at this. how would you know? it wasn’t like you were the type to make assumptions about people you didn’t know either. if anything, he found it a bit strange but he shook it off.

“alright the last question is from annaoopsy,” you swiftly changed the subject, “this love triangle trope is honestly one of the best ones i’ve read. it’s really a breath of fresh air for a cliché ,which comes into question, how did you come up with this romance? was it from personal experience in past relationships?”

a chuckle left your lips as you discarded the question with a pink tint appearing lightly on your cheeks.

“let’s just say first loves were a major impact to the creation of this webtoon.”

iwaizumi felt his breath suddenly hitch the moment those words left your mouth. as if a sudden downpour of each and every feeling he felt back then in high school was catching back up to him after years of suppressing them. he swallowed the lump forming in his throat as he slapped his laptop shut, “oh no.”

fun facts! —

kaori was the one who got y/n and iwaizumi together back in middle school after she tricked them into being alone together to get to them to confess

iwaizumi was the one who confessed first since y/n was a shy, art hoe™️ back then lmao

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[willow-salix]

OK, I'm going to put something out there, hate me if you want but I honestly dont care.

Can everyone PLEASE STOP using the word witch in a derogatory way? Please.

It's insulting, it's hurtful, it's rude and it's not true.

Now I understand that you might not want to swear, that you might not want to call someone a bitch or a twat, I get that, but calling them an evil witch does NOT make it better.

Witchcraft is a religious practice, it's the act of enacting change through ritual and prayer, exactly like many other religions.

Being a witch is what someone is, it's part of their religious practice and I am getting freaking sick to the back teeth of people using it in a derogatory way.

We are not evil. We are not the bad guys, society, fiction, the media and the church have painted us this way. You wanna know what we were? Your healer, your midwife, your friend, that's what we were and that's what we are still. We are NOT EVIL. We are NOT BAD.

Witchcraft is a religious practice, and if you would not say anything derogatory to anyone else, if you would not even think to say anything nasty about a Muslim, a jew, a Christian, a Buddhist, because that's wrong, that's intolerant, that's nasty, then stop doing it to us.

I understand that it's learned behaviour, that it's something that's done a lot, but it's time we stood up for this and changed that.

This is a subject that makes me very very angry and I'm getting sick to the back teeth of having to spell this out to people.

If you wouldn't say it to or about any other religion don't do it to us!!

It's not exactly rocket science now is it?

Here are just a few examples of what we deal with, this article was from the start of the pandemic when England was on lockdown...

The newspaper refused to print a retraction because, and I quote "because it wasn't aimed at any one individual personally therefore it wasn't derogatory it was satire."

Where during that pandemic did you see papers making fun of Muslims for not being able to attend their celebrations? You didn't, they were praised for staying home. Christians? Praised for going online. That or religious services were allowed inside because religion , but us, being outdoors, was not.

The pagan police association got involved, the police said it was a hate crime. Yet nothing was done about it because ours is a religion that is dismissed, ignored and used as canon fodder for jokes and attacks and no one cares.

We have a yearly meet up, Witchfest, biggest witch festival in Europe, in Croydon, London. The last time we had one we had protestors holding crosses and basically screaming at us and hurling abuse at us. If that had been any other religion they were attacking it would be all over the news and people would be yelling about how intolerant and nasty it was. With us we got nothing. Police didn't even come. Mostly because we are not evil and we just didn't engage and ignored as best we could while being insulted.

We invuted them in for tea as it was very cold, but we're evil and will kill them, right?

I was on webtoon the other day, a character threw a hot cup of tea in their love rivals face. Cue the screaming of burn the witch, sizzle bitch. I politely asked people to think about what they were saying and how it would look to us. Did they care? Did they fuck.

Back in the days when I actually tried watching Coronation Street there was this...

This is just a small example of the shit we put up with on a daily basis.

At school I was attacked, verbally and physically for being a witch, I'm talking bibles thrown at my head, hair set on fire.

At work, in the job I currently work in, I had a customer point out my pentagram, ask me if iw as Jewish and when I said no I'm pagan, he asked what that meant, I said I practice witchcraft he started screaming at me in my shop of how I was evil and shouldn't be working in a store that caters for children.

I run a pub meeting for pagans to meet in the community, I've had abuse there too, and unfortunately it's normal.

We are the forgotten and ignored religion when it comes to tolerance and respect.

So, what I'm saying here, in short, is that we are not a joke, we are not something that should be insulted and used as a cheap plot point. We are not there to be made fun of or abused because you can.

We are valid! We count! We are just as worthy of support as any other religion.

Please think twice before you use witch as an insult again. Be nice, be kind, don't use us in a derogatory way.

Thank you.

[icefire149]

boringestt but top 5 books that you've read in, say, the past few years!

OH I LOVE THIS

1. The Winds Trilogy by Mercedes Lackey - I picked these three old paper backs up when I was buried deep in a tiny used bookstore in Portland, Maine. I know they're apart of a bigger series that follows a long time line and tons of characters, but I've been insane about these books. I love these characters and the magic system a ton. Book two is still the best scenario where the two leads are finally together but now this new guy is here and he's HOT. So now the leads are arguing until the hot guy is like okay let's pause because the big battle is about to go down. And it turns out he's gay as hell so he wasn't stealing anyone's girl. The two leads are still fighting because now the male lead is like, wait moi??? Because hot guy is like *bats eyelashes*

2. Star Wars Bloodline by Claudia Gray - I would give my two front teeth to get this book adapted into a movie. It stars Leia and focuses on how the New Republic fell to the first order and how all the cracks widened and crumbled. The author even had actors in mind for each of the characters so it's fun to imagine the live action in your head. This story sets up a ton for TFA and was overall extremely enjoyable.

3. The Cruel Prince by Holly Black - It's a crime I haven't read beyond the first book yet. I looooooved book 1. I read it in a single sitting. I was super sick and couldn't sleep. Imagining the world was so much fun.

4. Gourmet Hound by leehama - I know this is a webtoon, but it's complete and one of my favorite things that I've ever read. This story made me laugh and cry, and still makes me so incredibly happy. I would die for every single character. The story telling was so satisfying.

5. The Prince and the Dressmaker by Jen Wang - This one's a graphic novel and just the sweetest fairy tale! I love this story so much. I miss my library app (it doesn't work on my ancient phone anymore) I used to read this a ton.

Ask me Top 5 of anything!

[fishmongeringstudies]

twenty six: career aspirations for the faithless anxious youth

when i was taking my primary school leaving examinations in my last year of primary school instead of studying after each paper during the month-long examination crunch i'd come home, stick some cheese on a slice of white bread, and watch masterchef australia on the living room tv. i had discovered the masterchef franchise just a few months before that while flipping through the channels available on the cable tv my dad had gotten off a friend, and sampled a great number by the time exam season rolled around. masterchef america was too dramatic. masterchef uk was too british. but masterchef australia? masterchef australia was like falling asleep on the train to the sound of someone muttering trigonometry formulae under their breath. masterchef australia was ordinary.

growing up i defined myself by a slew of interesting and equally useless traits. having been told by my parents that i had picked up a pen with my left hand first but been taught to write with my right because both of my parents are right-handed, i clung to my misplaced ambidexterity until the age of eight. then i was the main character of a novel i would start on a microsoft document, write two sentences of, and promptly abandon. after that, i was the american trapped in the body of a tropical island-state. then i was angry. then i was young.

youth is one of those things that's so tied up with capitalism and the way the world markets ourselves to ourselves that you can't really talk about it without launching merrily down the path of sin again. therefore i will not launch down the path of sin tonight, because i spent half of the day reading a horrible webtoon and my eyes hurt, and instead discuss its parallel path: the anecdote. when i was twelve i wanted to be the first twelve year old to publish a novel. then i stopped being twelve, so i wanted to be the first thirteen year old. the first fourteen year old. the first to stand on the podium while the world shed alligator tears on their knitted socks, holding up the golden prize. social media, as expected, only made matters worse. i wanted to be the youngest interesting person on twitter, and for most of my teenage years, apart from the times when i felt self-hatred and inadequacy chip away at my crooked, yellowing teeth, i felt that i was.

but we just keep getting older, don't we? you, me, the old man who sits on the park bench near school each evening and feeds the pigeons to chopin. we just keep moving forward. i'd be upset if the path weren't so long, i'm convinced there's something interesting lying up ahead. i'm standing on a conveyor belt at the airport. i'm a piece of luggage waiting to be taken home. i'm a pair of headphones.

this afternoon i microwaved gelatin powder for a milk-yogurt pudding recipe i found on the internet last night but only half of the gelatin melted for some reason, so i dumped everything in a small pot and tried to get the other half to give. it did not give. up until the very end, when i dumped everything in a larger pot and simmered it for a few terrible minutes, there remained a misshapen chunk of soft, slightly malleable gelatin stuck to the side.

and yet the pudding turned out fine! how strange and unexpected. how bizarre. how much gelatin can you use in a week? try me. i'm going to build a sweets empire.

i think there's something wrong with the way those in power run the world and i'm going to say something about it. today i spent too long in the shower again. i was watching water vanish down the drain and thinking about how to break into heaven. in the end, i didn't come up with a plan, but i know which direction to walk in. this is progress. this is the beginning of something good.

i started this blog because i wanted to do a summer writing project, but something came up and now i have two summer writing projects. what the fuck? what do i do now?

i'm bad at juggling. in the spring i was tossing a baseball up and down in one of the library's study rooms when it fell too far forward and i, in reaching out to grab it, cut my hand on the top of the glass divider on the desk. it didn't leave a scar but it hurt for days and everyone who asked me how it'd happened laughed at me like i was a joke that had been told at the wrong party. i'm really bad at juggling. but just this once, i think we'll try to keep both baseballs in the air for a while longer, at least until i fall forward into another sheet of glass. because i don't want to be british or dramatic or ordinary. i want to be the cheese sandwich. i want to be the remote controller balanced on the edge of the table. i want to be the pigeon at the park the old man doesn't expect to chirp back, who chirps back anyway. thanks, i'll say. thanks for everything.

06.15.21

[myeongchokrp]

PROFILE LOADED • • • 《 AHN TAEJOON 》

“On the surface, AHN TAEJOON is a twenty-two-year-old WEBTOON ARTIST. Dig a little deeper and you’ll discover that he’s also a HACKER and DOCUMENT FORGER that goes by the alias SPECTRE. His allegiance lies with COLUMBA.”

TW BLOOD MENTION, IMPLIED FAMILIAL DEATH

《 WHO ARE YOU? 》

He scratches the words into paper with a fading black pen. The other hand, his right, is lifted to his lips so teeth can worry at a stray piece of skin on the side of his thumb. It burns enough to make him wince, but he still continues to write. ’Who are you really? Your nagging school counselor used to tell you to remind yourself of who you are to stay grounded. You’re going through kind of a crisis right now so you’ve probably forgotten a little bit.’

He lifts the pen to shake to half-heartedly, to stare at the words written so far. It’s in this moment he must remind himself why he’s writing everything by hand instead of typing it like he usually would. The position he’s gotten himself into now allows no room for leaving traces.

’Your name is Taejoon, but you go by TJ because that’s what dad used to call you. You were born on January 23rd, 1997. 0123. You don’t care much for birthdays, but you find the succession of those numbers appealing. It might be the only thing you like about yourself.’

《 HOW DID YOU GET HERE? 》

Now his hands are in his hair, tangled in the messy dark locks to get a grip of himself. He can’t help it, dwelling on the choices he’s made in the past few months. His intentions are good and dishonest at the same time.

’How did you get to this point in your life? That you resort to doing the things that you do? You’re doing things you never thought you’d end up doing and for some reason it feels like you should have been doing it all along. It’s normal not to feel much remorse for your actions, right? Because some people deserve it. Once you have a taste of blood… It might be too late to turn back. You did this to yourself getting tangled up in gangs in the first place. What were you expecting to happen?

But all that really matters is the sense of security. You choose a side with righteous ideals even if you claim you could really care less most of the time. Even if you don’t care about people you have some morals. You care about what they did to your uncle It’s the path of least resistance. Revenge is in. So is being judge, jury, and executioner. You’re going to fit in just fine with opinions like those.’

[chensuggababy]

Twenty-Four (Exo Fanfic) Chapter 3- First Day Of School

**CHAPTER 3**

Sitting at a table where you don’t engage with the conversation is really boring. I was bored of listening to Juro and my mom’s conversation. I was just glad that they didn’t hear my phone go off. I brought my phone out and looked at it.

Unknown : Hey Beautiful 😉😙

Me: Who’s this?

Unknown : Awww 😔 you couldn’t haven’t forgotten me just yet… have you 😢😢😢

I couldn’t help but give a small giggle. As I text back.

Me: How can I forget if I don’t know you. 😁

Unknown : 😧😧😧 its Kai

Me: I think you have the wrong number.😀

Flirty Kai: Really?? This isn’t EunJi? 🤔🤔🤔

Me: Nope, I never heard of her before. 😁😁

Flirty Kai: So I let her sit on my lap for nothing 😔😔😔

Me: 😂😂😂 What do you mean for nothing? Are you a playboy?

Playboy Kai: What if I am would you date me? 😉

Me: I, EunJi would never date a playboy like you. 😑

Playboy Kai: Why you play me like that Beautiful? I thought we were cool like that.

Me: Since when are we cool?

Playboy Kai: Since we first meet. Why else would I let you sit on my lap. Its not everyday I let a beautiful girl sit on my lap. 😉

Playboy Kai: What you doing Beautiful?

Me: Eating dinner and being bored. You?

Playboy Kai: You know…I can find ways to keep you entertained 😘 and I am hanging out with the guys. You excited about first day of school tomorrow?“

"EunJi? EunJi, I asked you a question.” I heard my mom say my name. I guess I was to observed in messaging that I didn’t hear what my mom asked.

“Huh?” I asked her to repeat what she asked. “I asked if you wanted Juro or I to drop you off at school tomorrow?” My mom asked.

“Ughh… Can you take me Mom?” She nod to give me an answer.

“I can, by the way you know cell phone are not allowed at dinner. But I’ll let it pass this time.” She said. I nod and asked to excused myself from the table as I headed to my room.

When I looked at my phone again, I saw a bunch of messages all from Kai.

Playboy Kai: So are you excited?

Playboy Kai: EunJi?

Playboy Kai: EunJi are you there?

Playboy Kai: Are you okay? Do I need to beat someone up?

Playboy Kai: Did you fall of the earth?

Playboy Kai: Or did you go back to heaven. 🤔🤔

Playboy Kai: Don’t go back to heaven Angel 😣😣😣 I need you here.

Obsessive Playboy Kai: Beautiful? 😢

Obsessive Playboy Kai: Angel? 😢😢

Obsessive Playboy Kai: Love? 😢😢😢

Obsessive Playboy Kai: Babe? 😢😢😢😢

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at him and chuckled at his childish behavior.

Me: Sorry I was talking to my mom. And to answer your question…No Im not excited to be starting school tomorrow.

Obsessive Playboy Kai: Wwwwwaaaaeeee? IM GOING TO BE THERE!!! YOUR NOT EXCITED TO SEE ME?!?!?! 😡😡😡

Me: That’s why I’m not excited because your going to be there.

Angry Obsessive Playboy Kai: 😠😠😠😠 Why so mean EunJi-ahhh? 😟😟😟😢😢😢

I couldn’t hold my laughter as I shovd the pillow into my face. This boy was too much to deal with and I couldn’t.

Me: Idk…

Pouty Playboy: *sniff sniff* you hurt my feelings 😢😢😭😭😭

Me:😂😂😂😂 Sure I did?

Pouty Playboy: You did! Wahhh!! 😭😭 You don’t love me.

Me: Your absolutely right, I don’t love you.

Pouty Playboy: What can I do to make you love me?

Me: Nothing.

Flirty Playboy: Fine but I’m sure I make you fall for me like I did for you 😉 well Beautiful, I gotta go the hyungs are about to have a fight with each other. Good night, sweet dreams. 😚😚

Me: Night

I placed my phone on my night stand as I got up from the bed to put on pajamas on. I bushed my teeth, washed my face and put my hair in a pony tail so it wouldn’t get tangled up in my sleep. I yelled goodnight to Juro and my mom and placed myself back on my bed.

I knew I wasn'tgoing to get much sleep since I was nervous about tomorrow but I managed to fall asleep.

*********

“Bye Mom.” I said as I closed the car door. I was in front of the school. I put my book strap on and headed to my class. As I made it to the school entrance, someone covered my eyes.

“Guess who?” They whispered into my ear. I knew who it was but I decided to play dumb. “The boogie man?”

“Guess again?”

“Hmm I’m not sure who you are then.” I told him. He removed his hands from my eyes and gave me a pouty lip as he stepped to the side for me to see him. His hair was wet from a shower and his uniform seemed to be put on in a rush.

“Oh it’s you.” I flat out gave him a straight face. “Yahh!!! What do you mean "Oh it’s you.” you know I’m the best part of your life now. Anyways what’s your class?“

"B-3.” I told him as a started my way but he grabbed my elbow. “Hey! What do you think your doing?” He asked.

I rolled my eyes. “Im going to my class, duh.” Making my voice drip with sarcasm.

“Your sarcasm isn’t appreciated here and your not going to our class without me.” He said taking ahold of my hand as he dragged me up the stairs and to the classroom.

By the time we got there, the teacher was already in and taking attendance. “Mr. Kim how many times do I have to tell you that your tardiness is not tolerated in my classroom.” A middle age lady with glasses scrowled at Kai.

“I have a good reason to be late. I brought in our new student.” He said stepping out from me. I was hiding behind him when we had entered the classroom because I didn’t want to be seen.

The lady huffed. As she took a look at me. “My name is Mrs. Lee and I’ll be your teacher for math. Please introduce yourself….” she trailed off trying to see my name on the paper.

“EunJi. Kim EunJi” I introduced myself to her and the class. She nod and gestered me to sit down. The only seat that was empty was the seat next to Kai. I sighed of enjoyment that I had to sit with the player.

********

As classes and lunch went by, I was losing patience with Kai. He has done nothing but flirt and talked my ear off. We were in our last class which was Home Economics. And yes Kai is sitting next to me again.

“Good Afternoon class we are getting ready to start our formative grade next week. I expect everyone to do well in their partnership.” Everyone started to get excited as they figure out who was going to be their partner. “As I was saying!!!!” She yelled over the students. “Your partner will be the person you are sitting next to you. Your grade will detect on how well you are with this three week project. I also heard we have a new student in he class. EunJi?”

She called out my name as I raised my hand and nod to know who she was speaking too. “Welcome to Home Ec. Im Mrs. Jung and if you have any questions, you can ask me, Kai or anyone in the class.” She said as I nod to understand. And with that she handed out papers of our assignment for the next three weeks.

When some of the students read the sheet, they groaned because our project was taking care of a simulator doll.

We listened to the teacher as she went through the steps of how to take care of a baby. And telling us what to do and how to work our time sheet diary. And that the parents, meaning us will need to bring the doll with us to school and during class. I was glad that we weren’t starting today as she told us to get ready for Monday see how it was Friday and the weekend was tomorrow. She also advised us to have sleep overs at each other house.

I so not wanted Kai to sleep over. But it being a important grade, I guess I could suck it up for three weeks.

When the bell ringed, I sprinted out my seat as I was trying my best to get away from Kai. But when I got to the front doors of the school, I saw him standing there with a smirk on his face.

“Angel, you thought you could leave me tsk tsk. No can do.” He said throwing a arm over my shoulders. “Are you not sick of me yet?” I grumbled under my breathe. “No!!!” He smirked as we waited for his friends to meet us.

“Hyung!!!! Leave Nana alone!!!” Sehun whinned as he was having trouble getting Baekhyun off of Nana again for the fourth time.

“But I haven’t had my after school hug from her Sehun-ah!!” He pouted as Nana easily squearmed out of Baekhyun grip and ran too me, taking my hand as Kai took mine and we ran from the others.

We ended up in a ice cream parlor. Were I got cookie dough ice cream, Kai and Nana got their favorite. We were half way in our ice cream when the rest of the group came in.

“Nana!!! Why did you leave me with these idiots!!!” Baekhyun cried as he took some of Nana’s ice cream.

“Idiot? Who you calling an idiot, you cowlicker” sehun taking the ice cream out of Baekhyun hand and ate some. As we all watch them go back and forth of calling each other name.

*********

“I’m Home!!!!!” Yelling from the front door. I slipped off my shoes and made my way to my room when I saw seven guys in my living room, playing video games.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“Question is who are you?” One of them asked. I clicked my tongue. “I asked first.” Giving the boy a death glare.

“And I asked second. So you are?” I was getting aggravated by this boy. He seemed to glare at me back so I crossed my arms across my chest and put all of my weight on one leg.

The others seemed uncomfortable as the orange hair boy and I glared at each other in silence.

“Oh!! Ji your home and I see you meet Taehyung, my son.” Juro came in with his button up shirt rolled up on the sleeves and a few buttons unbuttoned.

“Son!!!” I didn’t know that Juro had a son.

“Yes he’s a year younger then you.” He answered. I turned to the orange hair boy that made him look like he came out of a webtoon or a anime. I looked at the others as they shift in their seats.

“I didn’t know you had a son. Does mom know?” I asked Juro as Juro laughed and came to ruffle our hair.

“Hey!!!” We both yelled as we fixed our hair. “ Tae was living with his mom, and he will living here now since his mom will be living in Japan now. He’s transferring to your school EunJi so take good care of him.” Juro asked me. I looked at the orange hair boy and nod at Juro words.

I was able to excuse myself to my room where I changed into comfortable clothes. I heard a knock on my door as it opened to show my mom.

“Hey baby. How was your first day of school?” She sat down on my made bed. I sat next to her sitting criss cross and apple sauce.

“It was the same as every school day. The teachers were nice. My seatmate is annoying flirt but that’s expecting since I met him and his friend three months ago and yesterday and today. Oh and he and I have to take care of a doll baby so he’s probably gonna ask if he can spend the night.

She smiled. "Oh really? What’s his name? How did you guys meet?” She asked getting comfortable on my bed.

I sighed. “Remember when I came home because YoungBin broke up with me. Well that was the same day I met Kai and his friends Xiumin, Suho, Lay, Baekhyun, Chen, Chanyeol, D.O, and Sehun the maknae who has a twin sister name Nana and I met her yesterday. She was my tour guide.”

“So his name is Kai huh” she nudge me as she smiled. “Is he handsome?”

I laughed and nod. “Yeah. I’m not telling you how he looks because I’m sure he will be here sometime soon.” My mom pouted.

“What don’t look at me like that!!” I giggled as she laughed with me.

“Okay, I’ll wait to see this boy and when I do I’ll tell you I approve.” As I nod. “So you met Tae?”

“Yeah, I wasn’t really expecting to have a step brother. When did you know?” I asked my mom. “It was when Juro and I went out on our first date. He knew about you before we dated because he seen you help around the bakery. I was shocked at first but I’ve met Tae before and we clicked. I’m sure you two will get along just fine."she said then kissed my forehead. "Dinner is being made give it thirty minutes, okay.” She said then left me in peace.

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Street War – Chapter 4

Kagura’s encounter with Sougo where they had made their impromptu truce had been not even a day ago. She had not been expecting to see him again so soon. Her eyes flickered between Sougo and Sadaharu, her glare seething with venom. Sadaharu had nestled his sharp teeth tightly around Sougo’s scalp and was, at that moment, covering the boy’s face with dog slobber. The fact that Sadaharu was chewing Sougo’s head off was the only thing that brought Kagura comfort from having to see the face of her hated rival again. She briefly thought about ripping Sadaharu off Sougo and making a break for it, but she had no time to make a move before Sougo began to speak.

“Oi, China girl,” Sougo growled, his voice drowned by the mass of fur that was covering his face. “Get your stupid mutt off me. First you, now your overgrown puppy – what’s with the two of you and your obsession with my face?” “Hmph, Shinsengumi rat.”

Whilst on a walk with Sadaharu, Kagura had wandered over to a local park. The cherry blossom trees that bordered the grassy area of the park were in full bloom and Kagura decided to stop for a while to take in the sights before the flowers withered away. A strong breeze blew across the trees and Kagura gripped her burgundy letterman jacket closer to her small frame. Sadaharu, however, had caught a whiff of something – or, rather, someone – in the wind and had quickly dashed off, snatching his leash from Kagura’s loose grip. Momentarily put off-guard, Kagura blinked in confusion before rushing maniacally after her dog. When she eventually reached him, her face contorted at the sight of the brunet whose head was locked firmly between Sadaharu’s fangs.

And that was how Kagura found herself in her current undesirable situation.

“Come here, Sadaharu,” Kagura called out, approaching the two slowly. “If you eat him, you’ll get a tummy ache.” “I’m surprised you don’t get a stomach ache with all that crap you eat,” Sougo deadpanned as his eyes flickered to the packet of sukonbu that peeked out from Kagura’s pocket. “Sukonbu is not crap!” Sadaharu had, at that point, dropped from his position on Sougo’s upper torso and was sitting next to the boy, wagging his tail as his tongue stuck out from his mouth. At that moment, another strong wind blew past, ruffling Sougo’s hair and lifting his bangs for only a second. However, that single second showed Kagura all she needed to see – for there, above Sougo’s left eyebrow, was an ugly gash. The cut was clean and had been stitched up, but the unsettling mix of red and purple that surrounded the wound told Kagura that it probably hurt more than Sougo was letting on. Kagura allowed her eyes to linger on Sougo’s forehead. Perhaps for a second too long.

“Ah?” Sougo made a disgruntled sound with his throat. “What’s up with you? Creepy. Disgusting.” “Shut up, sadist.” Kagura hesitated, her eyes glancing between Sougo’s face and the grassy ground. Eventually, she settled her eyes away from him and watched the cherry blossom trees dance with the wind. “Uh, that,” she spoke again, though her tone was much more awkward than she meant it to be. “Uh, there. It looks fresh. From last night. Was that…?” Sougo scoffed at her. “Keh, not only do you look stupid – you sound stupid, too. This isn’t anything that you need to worry about.”

Kagura went quiet as Sougo watched her with scrutinising eyes. Suddenly, she turned back to Sougo and glared at him. “What?” Sougo asked, a little startled. “I hate you.” “The feeling is mutual.” “Then why did you do it?” Kagura growled. Sougo raised an eyebrow in surprise at her outburst. Sadaharu looked up from his seated position, his ears alert. His eyes trained onto Sougo’s clenched fist as every muscle in the boy’s body tensed, his brain wracking for an answer to Kagura’s question.

After a few moments, Sougo crossed his arms against his chest, his thin, black sweater wrinkling with the movement. “Listen, don’t get ahead of yourself,” Sougo smirked, his eyes focused over Kagura’s right shoulder. “Did you think I was protecting you or something?” “You can say what you like,” said Kagura as she narrowed her eyes at him. “But I’ve fought with you enough to know that you wouldn’t get a wound like that if you had been fighting on your own.” “Hmph.”

Another strong gust of wind blew across the park, relieving another load of cherry blossom petals from the trees. They fluttered with the breeze and landed like snow on the group of three. Fighting the urge to sneeze, Kagura quickly dusted a few pink petals out of her hair and off her jacket before turning from Sougo. She shoved her hands deep into her pockets and started walking off. “We’re going home, Sadaharu!” Kagura exclaimed. At that, Sougo also made to leave the park from an alternate exit. However, he was stopped by a gentle tug on his pant leg. Craning his head downwards, he found Sadaharu poised next to his right leg. The dark fabric of his jeans was caught in the Samoyed’s bite, a wet spot forming as a result of the doggy saliva that had dribbled onto his pants.

When Sougo stopped moving, Sadaharu unlatched himself and bounded up and down in front of Sougo. His soft, white fur was mottled with the pink colour of the cherry blossom petals and Sougo could not help but think that Kagura’s dog was much cuter than she was. After Sadaharu was sure that he had grabbed Sougo’s attention, he stood still and gave the boy a deep bow. Sougo blinked at the dog, a little dazed by the action, as Sadaharu lifted his head again and resumed his tail wagging. It was when Kagura called for him – once again – that Sadaharu bounded away from Sougo, leaving the boy to his thoughts.

Was that meant to be a ‘thank you’? Sougo allowed a small smile to cross his face as he turned from Kagura – successfully, this time – and walked towards the direction of his apartment. He lightly swept his bangs to the right, causing a few petals to fall from his hair, and gently touched the cut above his eyebrow. He winced at the contact and sighed, removing his hand from his face and dropping it to his side. He looked up once more to look at the trees on the outskirts of the park, their pink blossoms darkening as the sun began to set. Silently, he thought to himself that Kagura’s dog had much better manners than its master.

The next day, Sougo walked into the third-years’ wing and opened up his shoe locker to swap his shoes out for the day. However, when he swung the door open, he found his indoor shoes hidden beneath a bottle of iced tea and a sheet of paper. Cautiously, he took both items into his hands and read the note. ‘We’re even now’. The words were almost illegible and the entire piece of paper was marred by haphazard pencil lines, as if the sender had written, erased and re-written the message a hundred times before deciding on what to write.

Sougo scoffed and scrunched up the piece of paper, turning towards a nearby bin with the intent to trash it. However, upon further deliberation, Sougo clenched his fist around the note and pocketed it instead. He looked down at the iced tea bottle in his hand, a drop of condensation sliding down its side, and slowly cracked the lid open. His face was unreadable.

“Buying me a drink doesn’t balance out a stitched-up wound, you idiot.”

Author’s Note

Sorry about the short chapter, this time! I don’t have much to say, other than I’m still deciding whether I should work on my Webtoon and my fanfic at the same time or whether I should pick one. Since the Webtoon is an ongoing project, I’ll probably decide to work on this first. We’ll see.