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omegaxlore · 6 months

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전기 - 박진우 / 케빈

word count: 4646 trigger / content warning(s) : car accident

Odd yet continuous coincidences started happening with the Park family the day their son Jinwoo was born.

The moment Jinwoo’s parents heard his crying the hospital electricity flickered before going out entirely. The entire hospital stood for a moment, baffled. A select few managed to get the back up generators working within seconds, and the hospital was back to functioning as best as it could for what they had at the moment.

Of course Jinwoo’s parents brushed off the moment because they were just happy to finally have their son with them and that he was safely delivered. The next day as the Parks were leaving the hospital to go home with their son the power suddenly turned back on with no issues.

But the weird coincidences didn’t stop there.

Many electronic things began to not work in the Park’s home once they brought home Jinwoo. First it was the baby monitors in Jinwoo’s room. His parents thought he had been a miracle baby who slept through the night, but they found him crying when they woke up thinking it was weird that their son had not called for them.

After that they moved Jinwoo’s crib into their room and threw out the baby monitors.

But of course things did not stop there.

Over the years, more and more things would break. The most random things too. Most of the time Jinwoo was holding them. Most of his battery powered toys would short circuit and stop working all together. Very rarely did his toys explode. There was even a time when Jinwoo turned off a lamp light and the lightbulb popped and the room quickly fell into darkness.

Of course Jinwoo was never hurt. His parents were never hurt either. Of course things broke when his parents touched them as well. Oddly enough each time something that broke Jinwoo was either being held by his parents or holding on to his parents. Sometimes he would be just close enough for the object to break.

The parents just always figured they got a faulty object. Sometimes they would get replaced or they would change tactics and then it wouldn’t happen again.

But that all changed one fateful day. Jinwoo’s 10th birthday.

“Happy Birthday!” Jinwoo’s parents enter his room with a cake and candles already lit. Jinwoo wakes up and blows out the candles.

“Get ready! We have a whole day planned for you!” Jinwoo’s father rushes Jinwoo to get ready. Jinwoo got ready in record time, excited for what his parents had planned.

They enter the car, and drive off.

“We are going into the heart of the city today!” Jinwoo’s mother tells Jinwoo excitedly.

Jinwoo’s parents continue to talk about their fun day out and all they have planned for Jinwoo’s birthday. Jinwoo laughs excitedly in the back of the car. They had the zoo, aquarium, lunch, a movie, arcade, and dinner planned.

Suddenly the car jolted a moment before running smoothly once more.

“You got the car checked out like I said, right?” Jinwoo’s mother asked.

“Of course I did,” her husband answers, “maybe I just slid on the road.”

“In broad daylight where it hasn’t rained in a couple weeks?” his wife counters.

“It’s fine,” he tells her.

Then the car jolted again, but this time it didn’t resume running normally. Jinwoo’s father tries slamming his foot on the brakes but the car doesn’t slow. The car starts to sway to a side. His father turns the steering wheel in with the turn to stop the spinning.

That’s when it all started. One car slams into them. Then another, and another, and another. In total, 13 cars piled into the Park family.

Instead of a happy day full of adventures and fun things, they were taken to the hospital. Luckily nobody in the car piled up, and there wasn’t too much damage. Jinwoo was unharmed- just a few cuts and bruises. His parent’s came out with concussions. His mother with her broken leg and his father with a broken wrist and shoulder.

The Parks were clear of any blame once the dash cam video and audio were examined as well as the recent check on the car which Jinwoo’s father provided the paperwork for.

That was the final straw for Jinwoo’s father.

“That’s it,” he frustratingly called as he sat in the dining room with his wife, “we’re moving. Leaving the city. Leaving behind all electronics. We cannot continue to live like this.”

“Honey, you’re being rash about all of this,” his wife tries to calm him.

Despite suppose to be in bed, Jinwoo stands hidden behind the hallway wall listening to his parents.

“Look at you,” he tells her, standing up, “look at me. We’re lucky Jinwoo wasn’t even hurt. He was in the car where all the other cars collided with us. We can’t continue on with life. Things break around us and we need to get away from it all.”

Jinwoo’s father sat back down and with a slouch. His wife didn’t argue, just a quiet okay.

A couple weeks later they were packed up, Jinwoo was withdrawn from school, and they were on their way.

Jinwoo’s parents saw their new house as a blessing. Kevin thought it was like a prison. He had to throw out a majority of his toys because they were electronics. He did admit though, the house was pretty and the countryside felt like a fairytale. He could adventure around. Maybe his dad would finally build a tree house or a fort for him.

That first night they were there a storm rolled in, but it wasn’t your normal rainstorm. It was an electric storm. Something uncommon for the area. Lightning never touched the ground but would just bounce between the clouds.

Despite this being an uncommon occurrence in the area it became common over the years. The electric storm comes at least once a week during the evening and disappears by morning.

Jinwoo continued to grow up. If anything his education was better than in the city. He developed a passion for books and started a mini library in his room and around the house. The countryside grew on his but tired him out. Everything was the exact same. There was nothing new, no change, no excitement. That’s why Jinwoo always found himself reading- escaping to a world where he can be someone else- a magical being or someone with super powers. It made him want to be a librarian one day. To own something and inspire others. To have a place to escape- a place for others to escape as well.

“For my birthday this year,” Jinwoo says as he finishes his dinner, “I want to take a trip to a library in a nearby city.” His father chokes on his food and begins coughing.

“Oh, honey,” his mother stammers for a moment, “I’m not sure that’s a great idea.”

“Your mother is right,” his father follows up after clearing his throat and mouth of food.

“But I really want to go,” Jinwoo tells them, “I’ve heard it’s the oldest library in the country and it’s got the coolest architecture and it has ancient paintings done by famous artists inside. Plus I could see if they offer internships for when I’m ready to go to college.”

His mother looks at Jinwoo sadly, understanding his want to go. She looks to her husband.

“Jinwoo, there is a reason we left the city,” his father starts.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Jinwoo retorts, “because of the electronics and we don't have a good relationship with them and working around us… if you’ll excuse me.” Jinwoo stands up from the table and leaves the dining room.

He closes the door quietly behind him and sighs.

The one time I asked to go to the city despite wanting to for years… and I can’t go.

Jinwoo walks up to his window and stares out at the clouds rolling in. Lightning bounces between the clouds like a game of tag. He closes his window and pulls the curtains shut.

Jinwoo sits in his little corner he set up as a library / study area. He sits on the comfy pillows and pulls out his text book. He’s studying for a college entrance exam- for a college far away from the small country area he lived in.

He reads through the book for a couple hours, answering practice questions when they come up.

A light knock at his door stops him from completing the question he’s on.

“Come in,” Jinwoo calls. The door opens and his mother smiles. She sits on the edge of his bed, across from him.

“I spoke with your father,” his mother tells him, “and I have convinced him to allow you to go to the library for a visit.” Jinwoo suddenly lights up.

“Your father would like him and I to come with you. If that’s alright?” His mother asks.

“Of course that’s okay,” Jinwoo jumps up, throwing his textbook to the side. He hugs his mother tight, “thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” His mother smiles and hugs him back.

Almost a week later, on a weekend, Jinwoo and his parents are on a bus towards the city. Jinwoo watches the scenery, enjoying the change from the countryside to the city. His parents sit worriedly. Their memories of the car pile up haunts them still.

The entire bus ride Jinwoo’s parents tensely sit, but watch their son enjoy his time. Eventually his parents relaxed, answering Jinwoo’s questions about certain things he saw.

“Do you know where we are going?” His father asks as they all finally exit the bus.

“Yes! It’s just around the corner!” Jinwoo excitedly claps his hands a couple times. He proudly leads the way to the library.

When Jinwoo spots it, he runs up the stairs, leaving his parents behind. He stares at the magnificent carved marble doors, but his eyes quickly land on a sign.

Closed for renovations.

Jinwoo’s heart sinks. He came all this way, just for the library to be closed.

“It’s closed,” Jinwoo turns around to his parents, defeated.

“Closed?” Jinwoo’s mother looks at the note, “oh honey. I’m so sorry.” Jinwoo turns back to look at the large doors once more.

“Hi there!” Someone calls behind Jinwoo’s parents. The three turn around and face their caller. Their eyes widen when they see Jinwoo.

“How can I help you three?” They smile, clasping their hands together, a row of bags handing off each arm.

“Oh, we brought our son to see the library,” his father explains, “but it seems it’s closed. We had no idea.”

“Well you’re in luck! I happen to be the librarian. My name is Poaegi,” they smile, “come inside!” Poaegi steps past them, opening the doors for them to walk inside.

The door slowly closes behind them. Jinwoo stares around in wonder, his eyes not staying on one thing longer than a second.

“Oh, wow this is beautiful,” his mother states.

“Thank you! My family has worked on this place for generations,” Poaegi tells them.

“Your family owns this?” Jinwoo asks.

“My family built this,” Poaegi corrects with a smile, “it’s now mine to take care of until I have children and pass it on.”

“That’s absolutely amazing,” Jinwoo’s father states looking at the walls and ceiling- covered in art, “Jinwoo has told us much about this place.”

“Oh yeah?” Poaegi smiles, “I’ll be more than happy to give a tour if you allow me a moment to set my bags down.”

“Take your time dear,” Jinwoo’s mother tell Poaegi. Poaegi quickly exits, leaving the three to wander around the front desk.

“There must be books dated back centuries if the library has been here this long,” Jinwoo’s father states.

“Almost 1000 years,” Jinwoo tells him.

“Okay. I can take you three around the library now,” Poaegi reappears brushing their hands off on their shirt.

Poaegi takes the three around the available parts of the library, explaining each section in great detail. All the artwork and who it was painted by. Showing off the oldest books that belonged to Poaegi’s ancestors.

“Well, that’s unfortunately all I can show you right now because the library is under renovations,” Poaegi circles the group back to the front desk, “but please do explore around for a little bit. I just ask please don’t risk yourselves going into renovation areas.” Poaegi smiles and leaves the group alone.

“I think I want to go look back at some of those paintings,” Jinwoo’s mother states.

“The ones next to the old books?” her husband perks up. The two walk off back towards an earlier section they toured leaving Jinwoo alone.

Jinwoo kind of wanders around. Just wanting to explore what he could. See the types of books the library held.

Jinwoo wanders up and down the library aisles for a while, just observing the book, until one catches his eye. It seems out of place.

Ethereal Trove.

Why would there be a book about the library in the history section when there is a whole area dedicated to the library and its history. Jinwoo reaches out and touches the book.

He instantly pulls away when a wave of lightning rolls off his finger and down the spine of the book. The lightning doesn’t disappear though. It sits in one place on the edge of the bookshelf, leaving no damage to the book or shelf. Jinwoo watches it. It moves a tad closer to Jinwoo before zipping off in the other direction.

Jinwoo watches it and then finds himself following it. He wasn’t really watching where he was going. His eyes were trained on the little wave of lightning bolts that wanted him to follow it. Was he dreaming? Were his eyes playing tricks on him.

Suddenly Jinwoo finds himself in a large open room. The wave of lighting rolls off the bookshelves and onto the floor, racing to the pillar in the center of the room. The lightning spirals up the pillar before entering the ceiling and zipping across to another pillar. It strikes it and then it all disappears.

A loud bang takes Jinwoo’s attention away from the lightning. A tall boy stands near another pillar, a book at his feet. He stares wide-eyed at Jinwoo.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t me-”

The boy picks up his book and runs past Jinwoo. He turns and watches as the boy scurries off down one of the isles. He feels a little defeated.

“Don’t mind Taedong,” Poaegi’s voice calls. Jinwoo turns back around to find Poaegi standing off to the side where the boy previously was, “he’s shy. But he’s a sweet boy. I’m sure you will become friends quickly.”

“I didn’t mean to startle him,” Jinwoo stammers, slightly embarrassed.

Poaegi lightly laughs, “Jinwoo, it’s okay. Taedong is still learning to open up to others.” Jinwoo looks back down the aisle. He can see Taedong sitting further down reading his book once more.

“How did you even manage to come to this part of the library?” Poaegi asks, “it’s hidden away from the rest of the other areas.”

“Oh, I-” Jinwoo stops, how does he explain what happened?

“I feel like it’s going to sound crazy,” Jinwoo tells them, unsure of himself.

“Crazy?” Poaegi perks up, “I love crazy stories. Nothing surprises me anymore. Try me.”

Jinwoo looks at them, eyebrows raised. He relaxes then takes a deep breath.

“Earlier, when I was looking at the books I touched one of them and these little bolts of electricity ran down the book and the bookshelf. They just stayed in one spot and rippled,” Jinwoo explains, “so I approached it. When I did, it moved. So I stopped. Then it stopped. So I followed it here and then it jumped off the bookshelf and onto the floor and into the center pillar in this room.”

“And then?” Poaegi asks, despite knowing what he’s going to say.

“All the little bolts separated and ran up the pillar, across the ceiling and down into the far… pillar over… there,” Jinwoo slowly stops talking looking at Poaegi, “why does it feel like you knew what I was going to explain.”

Poaegi smiles, “because I did. You are special, Park Jinwoo.”

“Special?” Jinwoo questions them, disbelieving the word.

“Jinwoo,” Poaegi calls for him. They put their hands behind their back and walk further into the open room, “let me ask you… or I guess I want you to think… think about all the times in your life when electricity was surrounding you and how you interacted with it… what happened?”

Jinwoo stands there, eyebrows furrowed. He watches Poaegi walk around looking at the twelve different pillars in the room.

“Most of the time they broke if I touched them,” Jinwoo plainly answers, “but things would break if my parents touched them too. So I don’t know what you’re trying to get at.”

“Were you being held by your parents or hugging on to your parents? Or touching the object at the same time?” Poaegi continues with the questioning. Jinwoo takes a deep breath, slightly bothered by being interrogated. He wants a relaxing birthday exploring the most beautiful library in the country. But the more Jinwoo thinks about the questions, the more he relaxes and realizes Poaegi was trying to get at something. They were right. Every time something broke, Jinwoo was somehow touching his parents as well or touching the object too.

“I… I was,” Jinwoo answers quietly, “what does that mean?”

“It’s nothing bad,” Poaegi reassures him, “but like I said earlier. You’re special.”

Poaegi walks up to Jinwoo and grabs his hand. They pull him across the large room and up to one of the pillars.

“Look closely. This one didn’t get its gift until you stepped into the room,”Poaegi tells him, “the lightning you saw was your ability returning to home.”

“My ability?” Jinwoo looks at Poaegi bewildered but turns his head to look at the pillar. The pillar looks normal. Then he sees it. Lightning speeds across the pillar before disappearing. Then more began to do the same thing.. Jinwoo reaches out to touch it. When his hand comes into contact with the marble pillar, lightning crackles and runs up his hands and arms..

Jinwoo pulls his hand away, and watches as the lightning disappears instantly.

“You, Park Jinwoo, are an Ethereal. Created by the universe to help protect those who cannot protect themselves,” Poaegi explains.

“Now that is crazy,” Jinwoo tells them, “and crazy surprises me.”

“Oh?” Poaegi challenges. Poaegi raises their arm, a bracelet with 11 different charms dangle down.

“Pick one,” Poaegi tells Jinwoo, but they already know which one he will be drawn to. Jinwoo watches, observing each charm.

“That one,” Jinwoo points.

“Figured,” Poaegi smiles and pulls off the bow and arrow charm. The charm flashes and then appears in Poaegi’s hand life-size. The arrows crackle and they appear more like lightning bolts, but the bow looks like a normal ordinary bow. Jinwoo’s eyes sparkle in wonder.

“How-”

“I’m an Ethereal too, Jinwoo,” Poaegi tells him, “you, I, and ten others were created by the universe. Granted different elemental abilities.”

“But what are we protecting from?” Jinwoo asks, “everyday crime?”

Poaegi drops the bow and arrow to the floor which flash in a light then disappear, but the charm reappears on Poaegi’s bracelet. Poaegi's face darkens a little, “I wasn’t told much about it. My parents kept a lot hidden from me because they didn’t think it would appear back in my lifetime. But, there is this monster. From what I’ve managed to find in this library, it’s hunting down the Ethereals and it steals their powers before taking their souls.”

Jinwoo stares at Poaegi horrified.

“We don’t have to worry too much yet,” Poaegi tells him, “despite being born with our abilities, it doesn’t mean the monster has woken up. We might be able to find the monster before it wakes up and destroy it.”

“That still doesn’t sound much better,” Jinwoo tells them.

“If I can’t get all the Ethereals together, we will be easier to hunt down and I won’t be able to protect us all if we are all separated,” Poaegi explains.

“I thought we all protected?” Jinwoo asks.

“I’m the Protection Ethereal,” Poaegi tells him, “it’s why I have copies of all your relics on my bracelet. I have the ability to mimic your abilities to a limit and my natural instinct is to protect.” Jinwoo stands still momentarily, thinking. He turns away from Poaegi and looks at the rest of the pillars in the room.

“Which one is yours?” Jinwoo asks quietly. Poaegi smiles and grabs his hand. Poaegi walks to the center pillar in the room.

“But there is nothing. It doesn’t look like it has a gift,” Jinwoo states looking up and down and around the pillar.

“Nope,” Poaegi smiles, “that’s the point, it's so I can fit and shape to everyone else. I am the protector and I need to be able to step into anyone’s place at any time when needed.”

Jinwoo hesitates, “...you mean if they die?”

Poaegi whips their head to Jinwoo and catches their tongue. They pause for a moment.

“Not necessarily,” Poaegi starts, deciding to not hide the truth, “I can also step in and aid as well. If there needs to be two of someone, I can do that too.” Jinwoo looks back at the pillar and nods his head.

Jinwoo steps away and walks past each pillar, examining the cravings.

“Everyone’s pillar is a bit unique to their ability,” Poaegi stands by their pillar watching Jinwoo, “do you recognize some of these elements?”

Jinwoo stares up at the bright white pillar, it almost illuminates. “Light.” Jinwoo walks to the next one, he has the instinct to place his hand on it, it beats- like a heart. “Healing or Life.” The next is charred. “Fire.” After that is a black one. “Darkness.” Next wasn’t a pillar. Jinwoo reached out and his hand hit something. Invisible? But that’s not an elemental.

“Air,” Poaegi answers.

Jinwoo nods his head and moves to the next one.

Broken? Jinwoo stares at the pillar. It was broken in half and almost dulled compared to the others but not black to be darkness. Jinwoo looks to the next one, vines wrapping around, and flowers constantly blooming.

“Life,” Jinwoo points to the living pillar. He turns his head back to the one in front of him.

“This is Taedong’s pillar,” Poaegi quietly tells him, having approached him in silence, but it didn’t scare Jinwoo, “death.” Jinwoo’s eyes slightly widen. That’s why he didn’t want Jinwoo near him. He wanted to stay far away from what he could potentially hurt.

“Is that why?” Jinwoo asks.

“No,” Poaegi half chuckles for a moment, “he’s just afraid of letting people close to him. He can’t kill people. Well I mean he could. Anyone can kill someone. But Taedong’s abilities are very unique. They don’t possess the power to kill.” Jinwoo stares at the pillar for a moment more before moving on to the next one beyond life. This one looks similar to the Air one, but it’s blurry. It hurts Jinwoo’s eyes to look at it for too long.

“Mind,” Poaegi says looking away as well, “it hurts everyone’s head but our other Jinwoo.”

“There is another Jinwoo?” Jinwoo asks, and Poaegi nods. Jinwoo moves onto the next pillar and it's plain. Just like Poaegi’s… and so it's the one after that.

“We’re missing two more Ethereals,” Poaegi explains before he can ask, “water and earth.”

“So these pillars are here for what? Decoration? Power up?” Jinwoo asks.

“I’m still not sure,” Poaegi answers truthfully, “like I said earlier, my parents kept a lot of things from me before they both died. So I’m having to learn everything as I go. I do know they are helping train and control your abilities. That’s what I am using them for right now, but I know they can do more. I just don’t have any of the knowledge or books.”

The two stand quietly for a moment near the entrance of the room.

“I-I should probably get back to my parents, then,” Jinwoo states.

“You are welcome to stay. Just like the others. You’ll have a space here and learn about your abilities,” Poaegi tells him.

“I don’t know if I can convince my parents to let me stay in the city and about this whole Ethereal thing,” Jinwoo awkwardly laughs, “they would probably flip if they found out I’m the reason we can’t be around electronics.”

Poaegi softly smiles, “I understand. I just can’t protect you if you are far away. I don’t want anything to happen.” The two stand in uncomfortable silence now.

“We could give them a white lie,” Poaegi suggests after a moment.

“I can’t lie to my parents,” Jinwoo tells them.

“It’s not really a lie,” Poaegi counters, “you want to be a librarian one day right? I have the legal grounds of getting you an internship to help you with your career path. You could tell you parents I offered it to you and that you would be able to stay here for free with food and a room.”

Jinwoo hesitates, “it would take some convincing.”

“That’s okay,” Poaegi tells him and hands him a card, “give me a call when you do it.”

Jinwoo takes the card and the two of them walk back into the library where Jinwoo’s parents were waiting by the door.

“Thank you again for coming,” Poaegi shakes their hands and bows once more to them.

“Thank you for opening up the doors for us despite being under renovations,” his father thanks Poaegi. Poaegi watches them leave, knowing Jinwoo would come back.

“Poaegi offered me an internship there,” Jinwoo tells his parents as they sit on the bus ride home.

“An internship?” His mother inquires, “but the whole library is under renovations.”

“Well someone is going to need help with organizing and cataloging the books when they get back on the shelves. They said certain parts of the library will be worked on at a time, so it’s still somewhere functional for the librarian and assistants to use,” Jinwoo tells them, coming up with an entire lie. He felt so guilty but if what Poaegi said is true then he knows he can’t stay far for too long.

“Plus it will look really good on my resume for when I finish my degree,” Jinwoo finishes.

“I’m just a little nervous about it all,” his mother states, “what do you think, honey?” His father has sat quietly this whole time.

“We didn’t have any issues with electronics today,” his father states. Jinwoo wants to facepalm. That is what he was thinking about?

“That’s true,” his mother agrees. Double facepalm.

“Is this really what you want to do, son?” his father turns to him.

“Yes,” Jinwoo smiles.

“Okay,” his father nods, “but the moment those little electronics act up I want you back home.” They will never let go of this… but I mean at least Jinwoo had an answer to it all now.

“Okay, dad, I promise,” Jinwoo tells him, yet another lie.

“Good. Good,” his father turns to look out the window again.

“When will they want you to start?” His mother redirects his attention.

“As soon as possible is what I was told,” Jinwoo answers and his mother smiles.

“You’re growing up so fast,” she smiles, “we’ll help you.” Jinwoo smiles. He may have lied really about one thing. A promise he can’t keep. But if it means keeping his parents safe he could live with it. Hopefully they can destroy this monster thing and then Jinwoo can come back home to his parents and not have to worry about it anymore.

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leehestia · 2 years

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Upcoming works for Astro:

Notes from Author: I mostly make stories based on songs or whatever drama or movie I watch, and some of these won’t be released if I read it again to check and find out that it’s really horrible or cringe so please don’t have high expectations 😭😭😭

- Kim Myungjun / MJ

None yet

- Park Jinwoo / Jinjin

1. Luxurious Love || Rich husband!Jinjin x Wife!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut

Synopsis: Park Jinwoo, one of the richest CEO's in South Korea. You're his wife, a humble middle-class woman who is still adapting to this 'rich' environment. You and Jinwoo argue about it, until you finally understand him and you both apologize through words and pleasure.

Notes: Based on “Luxurious” by Gwen Stefani

- Lee Dongmin / Cha Eunwoo

1. It Was Always Her || Toxic boyfriend!eunwoo x reader

Genre: Angst, A little Fluff, Suggestive

Synopsis: You know you're being used, you hated it. But you'd do anything to be with him. You know you're not the one he loves. You know that you just remind him of her. You can't help but let him use you for his comfort. You love him, but he doesn't love you.

Notes: Based on “Glimpse of Us” by Joji

2. The Depth of the Crazy Sea || Stalker!eunwoo x Idol!Oc (Han Hyeseung)

Genre: Angst, Suspense, Yandere

Synopsis: Love is truly unexpected. Who would have thought that your beloved is just like you? Good-looking, rich, popular, crazy, horrific, and most importantly, in love with you. Love can never be predicted. If obsession towards someone is what you call love, then can you really call that… love? Cha Eunwoo, passionate trainee by day and an obsessed stalker by night. Han Hyeseung, a popular idol loved by many who has everything all except love. Under one company, both were casted as the main characters for an upcoming drama, The Depth of the Crazy Sea.

An opportunity for both people to find out more about each other. But what if they already know each other? To be exact, one already knows way too much about the other. Too many things even the other doesn’t know about themselves.

This is what they call love. But if stalking and obsessing towards someone is their own love, can you really call that love? No one knows. After all, no one knows the depth of a crazy sea.

Notes: Me and my friend made this for our creative writing class and it’s in short chapters. Btw if the writing style is so much better than my solo works, it’s bc my friend is 100x better in story writing.

- Moon Bin / Moonbin

1. A random moonbin story lol (I don’t have a name yet 💀💀) || husband!moonbin x wife!reader

Genre: Arranged marriage, smut, angst, fluff

Synopsis: idk yet but basically y’all got arranged marriage and moonbin lieks it but u dont etc etc and u think moonbin is dangerous af.

Notes: I didn’t really prioritize it bc it’s just a random story I made in school out of boredom 😭😭😭

- Park Minhyuk / Rocky

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- Yoon Sanha / Sanha

1. To Be King || Prince!Sanha x Princess!Reader ft. knight!Rocky

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst

Synopsis: You and the prince from the neighboring land make an agreement to get married so that you may escape the dreadful palace life you both live. Sanha, being completely in love with you, takes advantage of your marriage to build a relationship with you. Rocky, your ex-boyfriend tries to steal you back by creating misinformation about Sanha’s love for you.

Notes: Plot by my cousin @leedongmen 😻😻🫶🫶

2. “You’re too fast!” || hufflepuff!Sanha x gryffindor!Reader

Genre: Hogwarts!au, Fluff, Sports, Humor

Synopsis: Popular quidditch player, Y/N, goes against a weak quidditch player, Sanha, and teaches him how to properly play despite the risk of getting caught.

Notes: idk bro just came up in my head after rewatching harry potter

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rarepears · 1 year

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Sung Jinwoo’s life insurance

So apparently in some countries, you can take life insurance policy out anyone without their consent. Funny business tricks can also be used to do it the legal route as in the case of Korean Comedian Park Soo Hong who had 8 life insurance policies (with death benefits) under his name. And with the information in the comment section of that article talking about how in Korea, people can authenticate documents with personal seal, not signature and of how companies can take insurance policies on key employees...

Imagine people and KHA taking life insurance on Sung Jinwoo without Jinwoo's knowledge.

Does this really change anything? Not really. But it's sure fascinating to think about how life insurance and insurance in general works with Hunters and gates in play.

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nyashykyunnie · 6 months

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//Solo leveling yume

So full of fluff rn imagining Jinwoo and Minseok in this little dreamy song cuz their relationship is just innocent lost childhood friends to seatmates to lovers and i just cry everytime i visualize them being goofy teenagers messing around making jokes playing games and holding hands as they walk through the parks and go to the forbidden parts of various forests and late night walks because they both ende dup staying awake doing hws and then kissing secretly in empty hallways and in the boy's washroom

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starbandit · 2 years

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JinJin as your boyfriend

he def asks you out with a cheesy pick up line

does that adorable eye smile when you say yes

takes u to an arcade where he tries to win the biggest plushie for u

shows off his skills with the basketball games and you cheer him on which makes his cheeks red

he would take u to a cafe and split some sweets with u

imagine if you got some frosting on ur cheek or smth and he would use his thumb to wipe it off and then suck it off his finger oh my god

makes sure u get home safe and gives you the sweetest kiss on ur doorstep before he leaves

im talking hand in ur hair, pulling you closer to him, asking if he can kiss you while his nose is pressed to urs

after that date its over, youre marrying this man no matter what

totally the type to spoil u randomly or just show up when he knows ur home

as much as he loves taking u out, he wont say no to some take out and a crappy movie from netflix on ur couch

it gives him an excuse to cuddle under the blankets with u and touch ur soft skin

i dont think he would be huge with skinship but would def like to have his hand on ur thigh and like it when u back hug him while hes doing smth

MATCHING OUTFITS!!

if you suggested wearing matching outfits there is no way he would say no

some big sweaters, jordans, his heart would melt

i think he would be nervous to introduce you to the boys bc theyre his brothers and he wants yall to get along

but theres no reason to fear bc you guys instantly act like best friends

watching you interact with them makes his heart happy

the day you drop food off for all of them unexpectedly is the day he knows he truly loves you

it had been stressful with the comeback and preparations and u knew they wouldnt eat unless someone brought them food so u dropped smth off for them

sanha tells jinwoo he better marry you after you leave

he tells you he loves u for the first time immediately after that

he wouldnt trade u for the world and shows it

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blu-joons · 2 years

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HUSBAND ASTRO A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Park Jinwoo

A ⇴ AFFECTION

One of his favourite things to do is wrap you up in his arms, Jinwoo works out for him, but he also works out for you so that he’s got the frame to keep you nice and safe, as well as warm whenever you’re hugging him.

B ⇴ BOYS

The boys had heard enough stories about you from Jinwoo that it was impossible for them not to like you when they met you. It was one of the advantages of Jinwoo being the leader, he could make sure that they were all nice around you when they met you so that you could feel comfortable and welcomed.

C ⇴ COMFORT

Nothing else matters to Jinwoo when he knows that you’re upset, he forgets about anything else going on and focuses only on you. He can’t help but care and worry, even if it’s only a small thing that’s playing on your mind, he’ll still get you to talk to him about it and try and give you some advice about it too.

D ⇴ DOMESTICATED

The chores that rely on strength are definitely Jinwoo’s forte, he loves to be able to show off to you how masculine he can be by using his muscles to keep the condition of the house looking good. He makes sure that when he does strong jobs that you’re around so that you can watch him as he does it, with Jinwoo knowing it’s almost impossible for your eyes not to be watching him, with a smile on your face too.

E ⇴ ENGAGEMENT

Nothing other than perfection was going to be accepted by Jinwoo when it came down to his proposal, he wanted even the smallest of details to be as precise as he wanted as possible to make sure that you’d like it. There were a lot of nerves in the build up too, for a couple of days beforehand you noticed Jinwoo acting a little bit odd, which was soon explained when he got down on one knee and proposed to you.

F ⇴ FAVOURITE THING

Jinwoo’s favourite thing about being with you was how happy he was when he was around you. The two of you were definitely the most settled couple of your friendship group, you had your routine together which you loved, and had a good balance of time together and time apart too. You loved having that crown over your heads, you considered yourselves incredibly comfortable with one another which was great.

G ⇴ GOING OUT

Most of the time the two of you preferred to stay in and just do your own things with each other. As much as you loved the company of other people, when you had to spend most of your day surrounded by people at work, it was nice for the two of you to spend the evenings in your own little worlds again.

H ⇴ HONEYMOON

The biggest thing that the two of you worried about when it came to organising your honeymoon was making sure that you found somewhere to relax. Being able to take a break was the priority for you both, somewhere with the sun and a beach were the only criteria that you had when destination searching.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

Most of the time Jinwoo showed you how much he loved you with little gestures to prove to you how well he knew you. He loved to pick up your favourite things whenever he saw them, knowing that the little details were the key to your heart as time and time again Jinwoo showed you how observant he was.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

He’s not afraid to step in whenever someone is making him feel jealous, although it doesn’t happen too often. The main reason for this is that it’s very rare for Jinwoo not to be at your side, he doesn’t like being separated, especially far away enough so that he can’t keep an eye on you. Although he’s not the tallest, Jinwoo won’t be afraid to shift his frame and insert his arm around you when he wants to block you off.

K ⇴ KIDS

The boys especially loved to joke with the two of you how they had set you up with plenty of experience for when you decided to settle down. You couldn’t deny it either, Jinwoo seemed to have skipped a stage in life, already being the grandma, hoping to go back and become a dad at some point with you too.

L ⇴ LAZY DAYS

You only really tend to get lazy afternoons with Jinwoo, as he still likes to reserve his mornings for the gym, even if he has got the day off. As much as sometimes you want him to stay in bed a little bit longer with you, most of the time you can’t help but be in awe of his dedication to keeping himself in shape and healthy, especially when he gets home from the gym too and wraps you up in his nicely defined body.

M ⇴ MORNINGS

By far you are the one that wakes up earlier in the mornings, you’re often having to shake Jinwoo awake to make sure that he gets up. It’s very rare for him to wake up before his alarm, but he knows as soon as his alarm goes off, you’ll be on top of him straight away and shaking him awake to get sorted for work.

N ⇴ NIGHTS

When the two of you wind down for the nights, you try and do your routines together. You’ll both be in the bathroom most nights, following each other step by step as you brushed your teeth and did your skincare too.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Jinwoo was obsessed with your heart, he loved how loving you towards him more than anything else. It didn’t matter how bad of a day he had had, Jinwoo knew that he was never alone when you were around.

P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS

The moments that meant the most to Jinwoo were the ones when you showed up unexpectedly to support him. The little boost that he got whenever he suddenly saw you behind the studio door or stood to the side on set was indescribable, and always helped him to work even harder on the job to impress you.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Whenever he has a break at work Jinwoo will be on his phone and messaging you, often asking you how your day is going, or asking you if there’s anything that you want to do in the evening that he can organise.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

With his phone in his hand so often, Jinwoo loved to take photos of you. For each year that the two of you spent together he created a new album of images so that the two of you could look back over each one and remember all of the things that you did together, even if all of the photos in it were just of you.

S ⇴ SILENCE

If you needed a bit of quiet, especially when you were working from home, then Jinwoo was more than happy to give it to you. He was incredibly patient when there were silent moments between you both, he never said even a peep until you spoke first, and then he could get everything off of his chest to you.

T ⇴ TIPS & TRICKS

Jinwoo’s biggest trick for making things work with you was learning, even after so many years together he still strived to find out at least one new thing about you a day so that he could do better for you.

U ⇴ UPSET

A hug was always the priority for Jinwoo when he saw that you were upset, once he’d hugged you, then he’d assess the situation.

V ⇴ VISITS

All of the boys loved whenever you visited them whilst they were busy at work, especially because most of the time you showed up with something to eat or drink for them to make sure that they were all healthy.

W ⇴ WISH LIST

If anything, Jinwoo felt like he’d exceeded his wishes, he was convinced that he’d wished for too much with how lucky he got.

X ⇴ XXXX

Kisses from Jinwoo were often very powerful, he never shied away from telling you that he loved you when he kissed you, he never left you wondering if he’d kissed you or not, he’d definitely make sure that you knew he was there.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his rock, Jinwoo knew that whenever he needed someone you’d be there.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Keeping you nice and cosy was Jinwoo’s priority at night, if you wanted to cuddle into his side, he’d let you, but he loved it even more when you laid into his chest and allowed him to wrap his arms fully around you.

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pocket-scenarios · 5 years

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Morning - Jinjin

(Admin: Babyboiii, I haven’t written anything about Astro in a while so here’s a soft Jinjin scenario) *Finished by WS*

Jinwoo lets out a groan stretching his arms out in front of him before running his hand through his hair. You let out a small laugh resting your head on the palm of your hand watching Jinwoo blink away the tiredness from his eyes.

“Good morning,” Jinwoo mutters rubbing his eyes you hum, “I’m still tired,” he says with a small laugh that you return, “come here,” Jinwoo says softly pulling you towards his chest.

Jinwoo wraps his arms tightly around you, you rest your cheek against his chest your own arms holding loosely at his sides. Jinwoo lets out a content hum resting his chin on the top of your head tightening his grip slightly, but not too much to where you’re uncomfortable in his hold.

“Can we just stay in bed all day?” You inquire your voice muffled by his skin Jinwoo laughs pressing a light kiss to the top of your head.

“I’d like that,” he says softly, “we’ll have to get up eventually though,” he says with a sigh, you hum but neither of you act on actually moving from your spots, “let’s stay like this for a lot longer though.”

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starry-kfics · 6 years

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roses [p.jw]

word count: 6,552

warnings: language, i dont know how guns work, gangs and mafia mention, alcohol mention, smoking mention, death

author: krys

extra info: spy au request ;)

“You know who to call"

♡

The buzz of the doorbell welcomed the latest customer and pulled you out of an oncoming drowsy haze. Putting on a sweet, customer service smile, you took a deep inhale through the nose to bring feeling back to your senses. You immediately recognized the patron, and with a glance to the wall clock on your left, you confirmed the shopper's identity.

'Coming to the store by schedule.' You noted, sniffing a bit as you casually watched your usual customer, Mrs. Lee, go straight to the refrigerators to grab a pack of beer. You took another glance to the clock. 'She came in at 3:30 today, so she's going to be a bit more talkative than usual.'

You pretended to busy yourself before the middle-aged woman strolled up to the cashier. Throwing another grin, you scanned her case of beer and the green lighter she also placed onto the counter.

"Everything worked alright for you Mrs. Lee?" You carefully asked the woman as she pulled out her wallet. You cringed internally when the disgusting, crusty leopard print design came into your view. As much as you cared about your few regular customers, you despised the ugly hand wallet Mrs. Lee kept with her. It seemed to never match with what she was wearing, and it tended to cause her vicinity to smell like smoke. The only good thing about it is that the wallet looked so revolting and noticeable, no pickpocketer dared to steal the cash-filled coin purse.

"Yes, thank you for asking, darling." Mrs. Lee replied as she searched for the right credit card, her deep voice very familiar to your ears. "I would also like a pack of the Rosettes, please." Expecting her request, you speedily brought out her usual pack of cigarettes, and added up her total.

"Today seems a bit chilly, isn't it?" Mrs. Lee brought up surprisingly. She never started conversations- you usually did due to an unspoken sign of submissiveness. Mrs. Lee's character was somewhat of a matriarch, if not then a position higher than that.

Professionally going with the flow, you politely chuckled and nodded in agreement.

"Every time someone opens the door I can feel an even colder draft come in. I hope that those working outside don't get sick." You said as you took Mrs. Lee's card and swiped it, returning it when the payment was made.

"... You are so kind, (Name)-ssi. I wish more people could be like you." Mrs. Lee inclined in a stern tone as she put her wallet away in her large, fur coat. You had no words to respond with, only opting to smile embarrassedly as she took her plastic bag. You knew that Mrs. Lee didn't like her beer to be handed back to her.

Mrs. Lee made direct eye contact with you, and for some reason you felt like cowering away in fear. "I almost feel jealous when you mention the door opening often. Promise me that I am your favorite customer, (Name)?" You nodded earnestly to the woman, and she let her lips curl into an innocent, yet unsettling smile.

Waving off the regular customer, you once again leaned against the counter. You took pride in having regulars at your little convenience store. You owned the place, and even held residency on the second floor. You think the only reason why you got it is because the space was located on the border of the bustling city and the crime-filled slums, in which teemed with felons and gangs. Also, because one of the windows was busted, but you managed to fix that up your own!

Another buzz from the doorbell initiated the appearance of another customer. You don't think you had ever seen him before, since you were sure that you would remember someone who was that good-looking walking into your store. He wore a baggy, green bomber jacket, and a white t-shirt tucked inside black skinny jeans. His light brown hair was long enough to slick back to show his forehead, and you noticed that he wore an earpiece.

You shuffled a tad closer to the cashier. You had your fair share of misfits to enter your store, since it was the closest shop near the slums that wasn't owned by a gang. Earpieces meant business. Especially when they are owned by sharp-looking, handsome individuals. Sharp-looking, handsome individuals with business always spelled out trouble.

The patron took his time walking through the few ailes, and if you ceased all movement for a few heartbeats then you could faintly tell that he was communicating to someone on the earpiece. His voice was ever so quiet, as if he has done this many times.

He strolled to your counter, him scratching his face as he subtly observed the rest of the store- including you. You rung up his ice cream and bottle of persimmon juice. What gang could he possibly be from?

"I would also like to purchase these cigarettes." His strong voice made the butterflies in your chest lift your focus up. You looked at the picture taped on the counter he was pointing to, and you sharply exhaled through your nose in amusement. He chose the Rosettes. No one ever bought them due to them being too pricey for a low-quality smoke. You only kept them in stock because Mrs. Lee asked you.

"You don't look like the type to smoke," you remarked as you added the cost. The man's eyes were trained onto his wallet. It was of a dark brown color, and the material seemed to be new leather.

'A wallet like that is the kind that pickpocketers aim to steal... Unless... He has confidence in himself that they wouldn't get away from him...'

The customer looked up and softly smiled. "A lot of people don't look what they seem." You let a charming grin make way onto your lips, and you take his cash, pressing a few buttons on the cashier.

You took a few seconds before you responded. "Well, maybe we're looking at them the wrong way to come to that conclusion. Here's your change.” You made eye contact with the customer and smiled. “Have a nice day!" You hastily handed the bag to the customer.

He lifted an eyebrow. "That was quick. What's the hurry?" You slightly tilted your head to the side, your eyes lighting up.

"Your pal on the other end of your call sounds like he's getting impatient. I can hear him yelling your ear off from the other side of the counter." The noise emitting from the earpiece ceased once you said that, and you let out a breathy chuckle.

"Tell them that I said hi, and that they should shop here as well.” You sniffed and glanced to the clock on your side.

“Be careful walking out; I have a gang that likes to come in about five minutes. You don't want to meet them." The customer stared at you for a few more moments before breezing out the store. You let out the breath that you were unconsciously holding.

Myungjun annoyingly clapped his hands when Jinwoo opened the car door. He plopped into the driver's seat and glared at his partner.

"Shut it, or else you're not getting your juice." Myungjun opted to obnoxiously smile as he took the plastic bag from Jinwoo, placing the cigarettes in a ziplock bag.

“‘Rosettes.’ Hopefully we can track down the blackmailer after testing these with the buds we found in Mr. Choi’s office.” Myungjun uttered. Jinwoo nodded as Myungjun carefully stowed the bag away in the glove compartment before taking the rest of the contents out.

“This is the only local store that sells the brand, so if they do match up, then our blackmailer has visited the store before.”

‘Or works there.’

"You two had an interesting exchange there," Myungjun quipped up before taking a sip of juice. Jinwoo's eyes burned holes towards the entrance of the convenience store as he snacked on his ice cream.

"Next time, don't flood the comms with your incessant 'shot-calling.' I don't need to know every single movement update your software gives you on my surroundings." Myungjun scoffed and caressed the closed laptop resting on his legs to his chest.

"Be glad that you have someone here watching your back. My advanced software allows you to know where the trouble is coming so you don't have to be apart of it. That's the job, after all." Myungjun pouted, careful to place the bottle of juice away from his high-class equipment. Jinwoo internally rolled his eyes and pulled the car away from its hidden, secluded parked space.

"We're coming back here next week. Same day, same time. I think we found ourselves a good hook of information." Jinwoo reported, his eyes trained on the road. Myungjun hummed in agreement. "Yessir."

This schedule goes on for nearly a month. You picked up on the routine quickly. First, Mrs. Lee comes in and purchases her usual pack of beer, any other necessity, and Rosettes. Then, the sharp-looking, handsome individual comes in about two to ten minutes after, usually buying a snack, permission juice, and Rosettes as well. This pattern was terribly confusing to you, because you could not figure out why it commenced in the first place. Ever since it has been recurring, Mrs. Lee has been nicer and nicer to you, and the mysterious man has been starting more casual conversations with you. You weren’t complaining, however, because that meant more business and more time to stare at your sharp-looking and handsome regular when he knows you’re looking but acts like he doesn’t know.

Mr. Sharp-Looking-And-Handsome was currently patting himself down, looking for his wallet in his jacket of multiple pockets. There was a group of students and a few stray thugs roaming around in the store.

This was the fourth time that he had visited your store that week. You sighed and handed the plastic bag to the man. He never gave you a credit card whenever he purchased, so you could never pick up his name. That only made you more suspicious of him, and yet you didn't mind his company one bit. You two always made delightful conversation when you could, and your mysterious customer was really good at making you talk.

"Here, just take your items. I can hear your friend again on the earpiece. The volume isn't even that high." You informed with an amused smile. Your customer shook his head, rejecting the offer.

"I can't take it for free, I know I have my wallet somewhere in here-" You cut him off, waving your hand as you leaned over the counter so the man would be forced to take his bag.

"You're a regular here and my regulars have perks. If it really pains you, then you can come back tomorrow and pay me back." The customer paused for a moment, before shooting you with a grateful smile as he took the bag from your hands.

"Ever since I started shopping here, you really like to point out my earpiece." The customer reported as he took the bag. You smiled as you restocked the cigarettes under the counter.

"I have good hearing because I need to listen for mischievous activities in my shop. I do have a camera, but lately it has been malfunctioning so I have to stick with my senses." You saw the customer nod in response in the corner of your eye as you continued to organize the little boxes. His companion on the ongoing call was silent once more.

"I guess I have a knack for spying on others. I was thinking to get the camera system uninstalled to save some money and electricity, but I need it in here by law." You stood back up to place an empty box off to the side. "I guess it's for safety precautions as well. If something big happens in here then the government has footage to put on the news or something."

"So you're not scared of all of the criminals who come into your store?" The customer asked almost suddenly. You shrugged and leaned against the counter, resting your chin on your hand.

"I'm used to them by now. I don't ask questions and I seldom give information when they ask, so I consider my shop to normally be a neutral zone," you replied, examining the customer. "Also, what name do you go by, since I have known you for nearly a month and yet I don't know many details about you."

"Well, what details do you know about me?" Asked Mr. I'm-Avoiding-Questions-And-Sharp-Looking-And-Handsome, a calming smile pairing with his question. You pressed your lips together before continuing.

"Well, I can tell that you are a trained talker since you just avoided a personal question about yourself in a very smooth manner. You wear an earpiece, which is highly suspicious around these parts, and you always buy Rosettes when you come in. Patterns are always noticeable." You unfolded your arms and used them to hold yourself over the counter, getting right into the personal space of the man across from you. "But..." You said in a quiet tone, your voice cracking from the lack of effort to make noise. Your head was so close to your regular's collarbone, you could've placed a kiss on his chin if you looked up.

The man was frozen, watching you with curious eyes as you leaned back into a comfortable position. "You don't smell like a smoker and I highly doubt your Earpiece Friend is one too." You shifted your weight onto one leg. "You aren't who you seem to be, aren't you?"

Before Jinwoo could respond, his breath got caught in his throat when his Earpiece Friend suddenly screeched into his eardrums.

"WAIT THERE'S ANOTHER GANG COMING IN AND BY THE INSIGNIA ON THEIR BACKS I DON'T THINK THIS IS GOOD JINWOO JINWOO JINWOO JINWOO YOU HAVE TO LEAVE-"

The buzz of the doorbell welcomed the latest customers and pulled you out of your serious moment with your regular. Your breath hitched in your throat when you recognized the infamous callsign on the matching jackets.

"HEY! Look-y what we got here. It's a group of rats." Called out a harsh voice from the new group. The stray thugs who were in your shop formed into a defensive blob against the new group.

Just when innocents were present in your store, a gang fight just has to break out.

“This isn’t going to end well,” you mumbled darkly to your regular, your body ready to jump to action at any given moment. Your regular stayed quiet, observant of the escalating situation.

“Do you really want to start something right now? Are you that pugnacious to pick a fight in here, or are you so inexperienced and hungry for a fight that you don’t mind being plummeted by us?” The leader of the thugs jeered in a descending tone, her eyes seeming to burn the jackets and their owners with a menacing glare. The students who were also in the shop fearfully darted behind a rack of cans, and you could hear their frightened whimpers from the other side of the store.

The situation took off when the leader of the matching jackets pulled out a gun, causing the thugs to quickly reveal their firearms as well. There was a short window of heartbeats when all was still. You managed to get around to the other side of the counter as the two gang leaders had their stare down, but before you could intervene, your mysterious regular was quicker to react.

“I don’t think you guys would want to start a fight right now,” your regular began as he took one nonchalant step forward. The leaders of both groups shot their heads towards him, watching his every move.

“Those cameras in the corners can pick every single identification detail on all of us here, so I suggest that we put our guns down and take this outside.” Your regular’s tone was emotionless and stern, which you were surprised that he was capable of being such a frightening man. All the reason that the two leaders of the group glared at each other as they slowly lowered their weapons, causing the others to follow.

“H-hey!”

Your sudden exclaim caused one of the more jittery gang members in a jacket to flash up his gun in response to the sound. Jinwoo glanced in your direction to notice that one of the thugs has taken the opportunity to get to the unsupervised cashier, in which you were attempting to defend with a counter in your way.

With lightning speed, Jinwoo had short-distance sprinted towards the gunman, grabbed his armed wrist tightly, and twisted the gun out of the gunman’s grasp with another hand. Without looking back, Jinwoo aimed the gun out to his side, effectively stopping the burglar-thug in her tracks.

Without wasting any time, you swiped the bag out of the thug’s arms. Jinwoo narrowed his eyes before pulling the trigger, a harmless click being the only result.

Jinwoo tossed the empty gun to the thug, who caught it effectively. He coldly faced the other two groups.

“I think it’s time that you both leave. Now.”

With just that short statement, all of the members of the respective groups filtered out of the store, being careful to not brush the enemy on the shoulder. Jinwoo stood a ways behind the two retreating groups to be sure that no more funny business happened on your property. All of this happened in roughly two minutes.

After the humming of a rugged van and multiple bikes droned out into the distance, he turned back to find you conversing with the shaken up students. His chest flipped ever so slightly when he noticed their bright auras were now long gone, you trying to offer them free bags of chips to bring their liveliness back.

“I can escort you guys back to your school if you are scared to walk around outside,” your regular brought up as he walked up behind you. The students all nodded their heads earnestly, and you shot a warm, thankful smile to your mysterious patron, in which he tried to ignore so the butterflies in his chest don’t break through his professionalism.

“That would be absolutely wonderful if you have the time.” You turned back to the students. “I am so sorry that you guys have to see that. You can pick out more snacks before you go home if you want, but consider this the only time I’m allowing it.” The students each breathed out their thanks to you and your regular as they quickly made their way towards the chip aisle, some holding each other close for emotional support.

“And you-” You started as you turned towards Mr. I-Just-Stopped-A-Shootout-From-Happening-While-Still-Staying-Sharp-Looking-And-Handsome, “I don’t know what would have happened if you weren’t here.” You let out a breathy, relieved chuckle. “We would have been goners if you didn’t jump in and negotiate and do whatever that disarming move was. I think I really owe you my life for that one.”

Your regular shot you an eye-smile that warmed your entire heart. “I’m glad that I was able to keep you and the store safe.” He sighed as the two of you migrated back to the counter. He stopped abruptly, which nearly caused you to run into him. Your patron turned around.

“I think that you should really invest in a better camera system- I know a guy who could help you with that. I’m surprised that you don’t have something better than this simple stuff, since you are so close to a mafia-heavy area.” He was currently standing in front of you, eyes slightly widened in concern as they traversed the background of the store before settling on you. “We can’t risk another moment when you or the store can be superseded by bad people. Me not doing anything to help is basically putting you in danger.”

It was as if your customer’s personality had completely changed, comparing his earlier performance to his current actions. You actually found it a bit cute that your regular was fretting over you after this one small event. You dared not to inform him about the multiple times you had to “dismiss” perpetrators of bad behavior from your storefront. This was one of the first times in a long time that someone has actually cared about you and your location genuinely, and it made your heart race with affection on the inside.

“And what about your room on the second floor? When you’re not looking, thugs could sneak up and steal your belongings in a breeze if you don’t have a strong enough security system. We should start on that so that none of your belongings get taken.” Your customer continued to ramble on, his voice in a higher pitch that usual. What caught him off guard was your glazy smile that warmly formed on your face.

“I really do appreciate how you are trying to look after me after this scare,” you started to cut him off for good, “but I believe that I will be able to handle myself. I mean, look how far I have gotten at this point!” You giggled lightly to lessen the tension, which influenced your patron to let a small smile break through as well.

“I am fully capable of fending my store for myself, but if you wish to put a new camera system in here with the intentions of you paying it yourself, then by all means, go ahead. But, for now-” You grabbed the forgotten plastic bag that was by the counter, and handed it to your patron. “I guess that you will have to stay here a lot more to watch out for any bad guys.” With a wink, you went back behind the counter. It was silent for a lengthy amount of heartbeats, until your regular spoke up in a quiet, low voice.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear that?” You inquired. The patron cleared his throat and with a fully neutral, but caring expression began again.

“My name is Park Jinwoo, and… I am a spy. I was hired to track down an infamous blackmailer, and I was assigned to be here for a month because my employer thought it was you. But after knowing you for nearly a month, I don’t think that you are as bad as my employer says you are.” There were barely a few seconds until you spoke up.

“You’re a spy?” You seemed to say this more than ask it, which threw Jinwoo off.

“Yes, I am a professional private spy, along with my friend, who is on the other end of the earpiece I constantly use.” You nodded without saying anything else. Jinwoo noticed that Myungjun was quiet on the other side, which was not too abnormal.

“I think after all of this time of coming to your store everyday, you should be aware of this by now. The main reason I am telling you, however, is so that you may be able to help me find the blackmailer. You said yourself that you have good hearing, so you can be our ears while my partner can be our eyes.” He produced a small, plastic, light gray rectangle with a sleek, square button from one of his pockets, and placed it on the counter in front of you.

“You can use this to alert me if anything goes wrong. I am about 73% sure that our target already knows of this compliance, so be sure to press this button if you’re in trouble, alright?” You were still quiet, only allowing nods and wayward eyes to be your forms of responses. Jinwoo smiled. He reached a hand to clasp onto your bicep in an affectionate manner.

“If need any help at all, sense some suspicious activity, or just want a friend to go out and drink coffee with, you know who to call.” And with that, the Sharp-Looking and Handsome Park Jinwoo was out the door with his plastic bag and a trail of students following him.

You picked up the calling device and rolled it around in your hand, your eyes taking in every detail of the remote. You huffed in amusement.

“Haven’t seen one of these in a while.”

It has been about another month now since Jinwoo had revealed himself to you. The only thing that has changed in the routine since then was that Mrs. Lee was coming to your store less frequently. You didn’t mind at all, because this possibly meant a chance to finally drop the nasty Rosette brand, but you also felt like there was a hole in your heart from missing one of your long-term regulars.

Though, you had Jinwoo to fill that hole up. Jinwoo seemed to be more drawn to your store after revealing that he was a spy. He always tried to visit every day of the week now, and would spend time with you in the store until you kick him out for “scaring off customers and being a distraction.”

When Jinwoo got back to his car after completing a small side-mission, he was surprised to find a panicking Myungjun talking feverishly to the console tablet, but was soon filled with dread when he noticed who his partner was talking to.

“Mr. Park, so nice of you to finally join us.” Mr. Choi greeted once the spy entered the driver’s seat. Jinwoo nodded and held his tongue, allowing his current employer to speak.

“I was just telling Mr. Kim here how it has been… let me see- two months since I have paid you for this assignment? And what progress have you made today?” Mr. Choi asked with a forceful, quizzical tone, his hands folded in front of the camera. He was iconically wearing a business suit with an eye patch wrapped around his head, and Jinwoo could tell from his background that he was in an office looking over the inside of a busy factory.

Jinwoo cleared his throat and took a healthy inhale. He wasn’t given enough time to mentally prepare himself to talk to the temperamental Mr. Choi. “Sir, I would like to inform you once more that it is crucial that we are careful when going into the field, since our target is-”

“Our target is a liar, a bitch, and a fucking piece of trash, and I am fully aware of these things because each second I am losing my shares and property one piece at a time. My money is being drained like bathwater, and what do I do everyday? Sit in my little office and call you two shitheads, only to be told that you are pussying out of doing your job.” Jinwoo could tell that Myungjun had fearfully glanced in his direction, but Jinwoo didn’t looked back. Mr. Choi had been exploding more as the days turned into weeks, and Jinwoo was using all of his people skills to keep their employer at bay.

“We are close to being able to approach our target, and I believe that we will soon be able to retrieve your stolen information. It will only take a few more days-” Jinwoo tried to negotiate, but Mr. Choi wasn’t having any of it.

“You have been saying that for the past month, Mr. Park, but I’m afraid that I have waited too long. I’m going to our main point once that damned blackmailer gets there on schedule, and I’m going to take matters in my own hands. Back-up help is welcomed.” Mr. Choi bitterly informed the spy duo.

“W-wait, that’s not smart-” “Mr. Choi, please think of the consequences-!” Both Myungjun and Jinwoo yelled towards the tablet, but their employer ended the call. Myungjun’s eyes were wide, and his mouth was slightly ajar.

“What are we going to do, Jinwoo? The real blackmailer is probably already in transit to the store, and we are on the other side of the district. If the blackmailer and Mr. Choi clash right now…” Jinwoo and Myungjun fearfully made eye contact.

“I gave (Name) my Caller, so once they press that, the emergency boosts will be activated, and I will be able to drive us there in time.” With that statement, Myungjun seemed to jump in his seat immediately.

“You told (Name) our identity?! Jinwoo, when was the last time you went over the definition of a spy?! We can’t have an innocent citizen involved in this mess! You just put them in more danger than they already have been for the past two months!” Jinwoo pressed his lips together tightly, giving a few heartbeats to get the car started and going before responding.

“I trust (Name). They have experience in dealing with conflict.” Jinwoo said, driving as fast as possible without crashing or catching attention of the police. Myungjun quickly and clumsily slipped out his laptop, typing in several streams of input before stopping to carefully observe the store cameras.

“I don’t see anything happening right now. The store is empty, and (Name) is just sitting at the counter… Wait... ” Myungjun trailed off.

“Oh my god... This is a clip of footage from earlier. It’s just repeating. The blackmailer already knows.” Jinwoo felt his stomach drop, and he gripped the steering wheel to prevent himself doing anything drastic. Just then, the green distress light on the console lit up, and Myungjun was quick to press it.

“(Name) made the call. There is an even amount of chance that either our blackmailer or Mr. Choi are the cause of the distress signal, since Mr. Choi doesn’t know what the blackmailer looks like, so (Name) is in double the danger. Hopefully it’s him, or else the bigger storm has already hit.” Jinwoo announced in a straight tone. His heart and mind was racing laps all over as he thought of all of the possible situations you may be in at that current moment. He didn’t want any blood to be apart of this mission, especially from someone who didn’t deserve to be apart of this in the first place

Jinwoo got to your store in record time, him and Myungjun out of the car in a flash. Jinwoo noticed one car outside the store, which nearly calmed his rushing heart.

The buzz of the doorbell welcomed the latest customers and pulled away Jinwoo’s luck. Mr. Choi was present in the store, his back to the entrance and a gun stretched out in front of him. However, a woman was in the store as well, standing a ways away from Mr. Choi, and her gun firmly placed on the side of your head.

“Jinwoo, so nice of you and Myungjun to join Mr. Choi, sweet (Name), and I. Did you come here to pick up another pack of Rosettes? You have good taste.” Mrs. Lee asked the spy. Jinwoo felt immediate distress from the sight of you. You weren’t struggling in her arms, and the supposed blackmailer didn’t seem to have to keep a death grip around you to stop you from running. The woman either had you completely petrified in her arms, or you were ahead of the game and did not move in fear that she would start using the gun that was to your head.

“Silly me, I haven’t formally introduced myselves to you all. Hello, my name is Lee Boyoung, and I like to hack into people’s private information for fun. I’m sure Mr. Choi here is very familiar with my work.” Boyoung smiled innocently. “I have been visiting sweet (Name)’s store on a schedule for nearly a year now, so I guess you can say we are close.” Boyoung hugged you closer when she said that, you incredibly stiff.

“I am going to need an explanation for all of this, right now.” Jinwoo vocalized in a firm, hostile tone, deathly careful of each action he carried out.

“Of course, I was just about to inform Mr. Choi here about this whole inconvenience. My thanks for getting here now, since reiterating things are not my passion. Those little… What do you call them? Callers? Are quite effective. ” Boyoung said. Mr. Choi still kept his stance, his raised arms not showing any fatigue, but his conscious radiating curiosity.

“Let’s start off with an apology. I’m sorry to lie to you all, but I actually don’t like Rosettes. They were my father’s favorite brand, however, so I have been ceremoniously purchasing them to mix with his ashes- his request, not mine. Well, soon enough, all of the other drug stores in this district have been dropping the Rosette brand, so I had to go out and search for another source. And guess who was the only one close enough to this district who sold Rosettes?” Jinwoo met eyes with you at that very moment. He admired the fact that you were effectively keeping your breathing in calm cadences, but your eyes held all of your true emotions. They held all of the terror and dread that they could hold, and Jinwoo had to hold his breath to stop him from jumping in right then and there to save you.

“I didn’t think much of this dingy place when I stepped in, but once I saw sweet (Name), I knew that I won the jackpot. I found a small, unnoticeable corner store that sold Rosettes, was visited by many gang-related individuals, and owned by an unbiased ex-spy? It was like finding a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.” Boyoung gave her signature, sickly sweet grin, licking her teeth before going close to your ear and softly purring, “You can explain your story for the rest of them, (Name). I feel I set everything up for you.”

You took a deep breath, as that was the only voluntary move you dared to practice. It was as if you were already prepared for the confession to be gutted out.

“I… I used to do undercover private work around the two districts.” Cue Jinwoo and Myungjun’s eyes widening and their stances slacking ever so slightly. “I decided to stop before the consequences of my job overruled my life. I wanted to start fresh with my real identity, so I came here and made this place my home, with the intentions of never getting involved in anymore messes.” Boyoung chuckled from your tight comment, but didn’t say anything.

Jinwoo stayed quiet and frozen. He didn’t want the words “Why didn’t you tell me?” the first ones he said to you. He didn’t know what to ask at all. He knew that he should have seen the signs from before, since no true civilian would dare to start a business in this area. He might have been able to protect you better.

“I’m sorry that I led your little bloodhounds to this place, Mr. Choi. I should have chosen a far better location.” Boyoung mentioned, her head tilted to the side to feign innocence.

“That means that you purposely led Mr. Choi here so that he would think (Name) was you.” Myungjun said quietly. The pieces were now starting to magnetize together in Jinwoo’s brain.

“And when (Name) proved that they were hard to claim for your own gang, you made Mr. Choi storm down here to take out what you couldn’t take in the first place!” Jinwoo finished off. Boyoung hummed in affirmation.

“See, putting the puzzle pieces wasn’t that hard. You put your money in a good place, Mr. Choi.” Boyoung remarked. That caused whatever switch that turned off the man to start him running again.

“My money? You mean the money that you have stolen and are mining from me right now? I’m here to get my property back and revenge.” Mr. Choi nearly snarled out in a sharp tone, him taking a few steps forward. Boyoung quickly shifted the gun to your back with lightning speed, causing you to tightly press your lips and furrow your eyebrows together as if you were keeping back a whimper. Jinwoo felt like hell watching you fearfully stand between two guns, his mind running through millions of options at once. Boyoung didn’t tie you up, so you would be able to disarm her, if you knew how. If only you knew now.

“Calm down there, Mr. Choi. You don’t want to have this innocent’s blood on your hands, do you?” Boyoung tested.

“No, but I want yours.” With that statement, Boyoung snorted out a chuckle.

“You don’t even care if I do anything to (Name)? How about you, Jinwoo?”

Jinwoo stayed unwavering. “You’ll regret it if you do anything drastic here, Boyoung.”

Mr. Choi glanced towards Jinwoo, his eyes narrowing. “What kind of spy are you that put us in this situation? We’ve had the lying bitch right in front of us and yet this whole time you’ve been flirting with some random person?” His facial expression grew more wild in rage. “How do I not know that you four have been plotting against me this whole time? What if this is all just a set up against me and my personal information?”

“Sir, that’s not what we’re trying to do-” Myungjun tried to start, but he was immediately cut off by Mr. Choi.

“Fuck you! Fuck everyone! Everything that I own has been draining out of me for the past three months, and I want it all to STOP!”

A gunshot rang out. For the next dozen heartbeats, Jinwoo couldn’t tell who made the first shot. All was frozen, until there was a gasp and a fall.

Epilogue

Jinwoo hated writing reports. He didn’t hate it because it was too meticulous to recall all of the details, but it was because he didn’t want to be reminded of all of the details. The rush of emotions aren’t the same when you keep trying to recollect them.

The swing of the door announced the arrival of a new incomer into Jinwoo’s office, causing him to pause his writing and to close the news report tab on the mysterious death of the jailed blackmailer Lee Boyoung.

“You’re still writing that thing?” Myungjun asked, leaning against the door.

“I keep deleting paragraphs and rewriting them. I feel like I’m not getting all of the right information from the situation.” Jinwoo replied, running a hand through his messy hair before fixing it again. Myungjun let out a passive “aish” before shifting feet.

“Well, the sun is going to go down soon, so we should get going while there is still daylight. I don’t know when the gates clos-”

“The cemetery gates close at 7:30.” Jinwoo answered in a straight tone. Myungjun nodded slowly.

“Do you want to get the same roses?”

“Of course.”

“Alright, I’ll be waiting in the car. Don’t take too long.” With that, Myungjun closed the door.

Jinwoo sighed and leaned back in his computer chair. He rubbed his fatigued eyes and stretched.

‘The report could wait, I’ll just finish it once I get back.’ Jinwoo thought to himself just as he thought to himself before leaving for the cemetary each time for the past three months. He’ll get the report done sooner or later.

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REQUEST # 13 (Nerd!Jinwoo/Jinjin x Bully!Reader)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Disclaimer: This piece is purely a work of fiction and does not represent Park Jinwoo in any way nor do I condone or encourage these actions in real life. This is nothing but mere fiction and fantasy. Contains dark themes, browse at your own risk.

Request: "Can I request a noncon smut for either JinJin or Sanha?? Maybe a bullying concept?? Ik they’re both out of school, but I like the concept. You can either make it so they’re the bully or Y/N is the bully.

For kinks...obviously noncon, maybe gagging and bondage if possible. Ik it isn’t a lot, but I also wanna keep it kinda open for you to decide what to do"

Warning(s): Noncon, gagging, bondage, slapping, dumbification, power play, spanking, hair pulling, objectification, camera play, hate sex, blackmail, cockwarming, degradation, humiliation, blowjob/face fucking.

Jinwoo adjusted his spectacles and bit his lip to suppress the smug smirk that was trying to push it's way past his teeth and onto his mouth, eyes watching the figure that was trudging itself past the door and into his dorm room.

"Don't even think about it, Park" Y/n beat him to it as she tossed her books next to him on his dorm bed, a hand raised to silence the male who had barely just opened his mouth, pretty eyes rolling all the way to the back of her head as she sat down, paying no regard to the self locking door as the stopper brought it back to it's place before a faint clicking sound was released.

A few moments of silence passed before he readjusted himself on the side of the bed that he was seated on. "Okay…" Before he started explaining to her the outline he'd designed for their assignment, earning only moans and groans of despair in response.

"This blows!" It boggled his mind as to just how this girl managed to act like a highschooler in her bloody junior year of college and still got to get away with it all. "Can't you just do it and give me the due credit so we can both pass, Park?" Y/n was basically flunking this class and had been all semester if not the earlier one too and so the professor had paired her up with Jinwoo to help her out the way rich kids always get all the help that they can get so they can stand on the hard working class' backs to step onto the stage.

How everything always had to be served to brats like her on a silver platter because their fathers were rich.

He had hated that about her ever since highschool when she would trample all over him for no reason at all. And she still did.

Yes. You heard it right.

Miss Y/n still bullied Jinwoo in college like she was not one day older than a sophomore or junior highschooler.

"The whole point of this assignment is so you learn the topic for the mids, Y/n-" his words were cut short when a condescending flick was placed on his forehead, causing Jinwoo's jaw to clench tight.

"Y/n, huh?" She spoke with an eyebrow raised, unscrewing her coffee cap before getting on her knees and leaning towards him. "Little someone has forgotten his manners, huh?" And before the male could respond, the beverage was dripping off his face, shirt already drenched as a splash mark appeared on the wall behind him. "That should teach you" Y/n tossed the empty plastic cup somewhere in the room carelessly, going to back away into her original spot.

The male chuckled under his breath, licking his lips to taste the drink as he calmly took his dirty spectacles off. "You just had to push me to this point, huh?" Placing them on the dresser besides his bed, the male turned in her direction again to find her smirking at him, a challenging eyebrow raised.

"Oh, really? And how-" Y/n's defiant words were cut short when Jinwoo pushed the books and papers between them aside so fast her brain barely processed it, diving in her direction before tackling her smaller body flat against the mattress, restraining her hands tightly above her head before gathering them both in one of his.

"Rich brats like you are so used to getting their pathetic little ways that they think they will always have everything served to them on silver platters, huh?" A smirk made it's way on his face at her shocked expression as she almost gawked up at him in astonishment, not blinking those pretty eyes that she liked to roll all the way back to her skull, pretty lips parted.

"Tsk… So it was all big talk?" Using his free hand to caress her soft body, Jinwoo took his sweet time feeling it all up, biting his lip as he felt himself getting hard to how good her tits and neck felt in his hand. "Because you quite frankly had me fooled with it only to find out that…" Snickering at the increasing struggle as Y/n found her voice again when the male toyed with the hem of her shirt before pushing it up and away from her stomach, not stopping until it was resting on her neck way above her nude breasts. "... It was all nothing but a little brat's yapping."

"Y- You- you better let me go" the girl spoke with difficulty, struggling against his iron still hold as she tried to speak past the thick bile in her throat. "I- I am serious, J- Jinwoo! Stop!" Her struggles only made him want to break her more, the curiosity of how she'd look all compliant and fucked dumb in her little place making his adrenaline pump harder.

"Don't you have a mouth on you?" The male almost growled before snatching her shirt away from her throat and all the way over her arms that were locked in his death grip, messily coiling it with one hand before pushing it in her protesting mouth. "Open up" Jinwoo grunted, biting his lip in frustration when she stubbornly shut her mouth, turning her face to the side and huffing as she tried kicking her legs that were forced apart by his knees.

"Fine." He could swear that he could hear his own heartbeat as he grinned, peering down at her perfect breasts, a shiver running down his spine at how they jiggled each time the girl tried to break free, perky nipples inviting him to do nasty things to them. "Let's see how far that gets you" Jinwoo chuckled, licking his lips before he kneaded one of her breasts, laughing harder when she whined but refused to open her mouth, only to do just that a few seconds later when he reached for her nipple and pinched it hard, making Y/n moan out in pain as her back arched off the mattress.

"Gotcha!" And the shirt was in her mouth before she could close it again, nipple hardening instantly from the male's touch. "Fuck. You really need to be put in your place." Droplets of sweat seeped out of the pores on his temples as he hurriedly took his belt off, using it to bind her hands next, surprising himself at how well he did it before moving down to her body, biting, sucking and groping wherever he could reach.

"Shit… who knew a brat like you would be so fuckable under all those expensive clothes of yours, huh?" Jinwoo's voice was much deeper than usual as he unbuttoned her cute little shorts now, feeling him get hard when she tried to scream, struggling under him helplessly as he pulled them off, not finding an underwear underneath.

"Aww…" The male chuckled as he held her legs open with one arm, using the other one to toy with her soft pussy lips. "Look at this little squishy mess…" Taking a sickeningly long whiff, Jinwoo licked them just enough to make her body jolt up in defense, causing him to chuckle as he dug a finger between them. "Sensitive, are we?"

Y/n's body recoiled and spasmed as the male spread her pussy lips apart, examining her sex throughly as he occasionally licked and bit her folds to make her squeal and try to close her legs in defense, crying out in frustration when none of her efforts helped.

"See how helpess you are?" Jinwoo sit up between her legs when he was done, undoing his own pants now as he fished his phone out from under the bundled up sheets before unlocking it. "This is how dumb little brats like you end up in the real world if they don't have a guiding hand to smack them in place." Hitting her sex with the back of his hand and making her cry out, he nonchalantly clicked pictures of her crying face, pinching her pussy lips before pulling at them.

"Now you have two choices." Jinwoo's words faded into a shaky sigh when his cock came in contact with the cool air of the dorm room when he released it, gently giving it a pump before letting go and letting it stand pointing at her face. "Either you obey and no one has to see that embarrassing little picture of you in my room or you can disobey me, still do as I say and everyone on campus gets to see you all dumb for me on my bed…"

To the male's surprise, Y/n gave in much easier than he expected, biting back her sobs as she glared up at him from where she was kneeling between his legs on the floor now, bloodshot eyes almost shaking with rage.

"Look at you~" Jinwoo cooed devilishly, pumping himself softly as he moaned, feeling his hand slightly tremble as he tapped his tip against that of her nose before moving down to her lips, gently feeling his cock against her face as he took his sweet time rubbing it all over her usually bitchy as well as defiant face. "Who know that you'd give in this easy? And that to me, of all" Y/n felt her heat creep up to her cheeks in embarrasment.

He was so fucking cruel with his degradation.

"Maybe…" Pulling the now drenched shirt out of her mouth, Jinwoo pushed his tip in its place, moaning out loud as he threw his head back at the feeling, fingers coiling her hair around them. "... Deep down you're into this, hm- fuck!" His features were scrunched in pleasure as pushed himself further in her warm cavern, panting shakily with his eyes closed.

"Tell me, Y/n…" The male's free hand slapped one of her cheeks as he thrusted down her throat when he couldn't handle being slow anymore, the feeling of her warm and tight slippery oral walls sending shivers down his spine and all the way down to his knees. "Do you- fuck. Do you- like this, huh?" Looking down at her, Jinwoo moaned even louder, his own face flushed as Y/n gagged harshly when her gag reflex got violated.

"Isn't that why pathetic little brats like you act out?" He could feel himself nearing the edge already. It wasn't that Jinwoo didn't have stamina, the girl in front of him just looked so submissive and good for once with her hollowed tear stained cheeks and drool covered mouth as she peered up at him with his cock stuffed in her mouth as it occasionally disturbed the very back, making her choke and gag out, resulting in her nostrils flaring to try and pull some air in.

"So someone can grab them and beat their little ass in their rightful place, huh?" Jinwoo bit back the whimper that was threatening to escape him, slapping her again as he increased the speed of his thrusts, pulling her head back by her hair to get a better look at her pretty red face, hips sliding down all the way until she was coughing and gagging, splatters of spit escaping her red lips. "Let me feel my cock through that cocksleeve" he roughly grunted, using his free hand to reach for her neck and squeeze it a little.

"Shit!" The moment he felt the imprint of his cock against her skin and his cock felt itself getting squeezed, Jinwoo knew it was time and almost reluctantly pulled his cock out in an instant, making Y/n bulging eyes close as she gagged for the last time before having a whole coughing fit, crying even harder when she felt him kiss her face and praise her for being so good for him.

She hated this.

"Look at my little bully being so good for me" Jinwoo was peering around the bed now, searching for something as he hurriedly pushed her back, nothing wanting his high to disappear completely. "But I haven't come yet." Standing up before moving away, he grabbed Y/n's nape and pulled her besides the bed and in front of the little coffee puddle.

"Dumb toys like you must clean every mess they make themselves so they know not to do it again" pushing her face closer to it, the male pushed her thighs apart by the use of his foot. "Come now, be a good little mop and clean this" a harsh spank was placed on Y/n's ass when she cried out in disgust and protest, Jinwoo kneeling behind her and positioning his cock against her entrance.

"Tsk… you're almost dripping" the male chuckled as he spread her ass cheeks to make room for himself, spanking her again. "You sure you don't like being my little cump dump? Because your body tells me otherwise" Jinwoo didn't waste too much time before pushing himself deep in between her walls, cursing as he reached for the girl's hair only to scowl when he found her still staring at the pudde in front of her.

"That mess better be gone from my floor within the next 3 minutes or get yourself ready to be known as my little whore by the entire campus by tonight" the male threatened, meaning every word as he spanked her again, cursing before pulling out almost all the way, waiting until Y/n had dejectedly lowered her face into the puddle before slamming his cock deep inside her again, making her whole body jerk forwards and into it.

The pathetic bully had no choice but to take the pounding, slapping and pulling as she sucked the ground clean of the beverage.

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