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Peppermint Bark ━ 우진

genre: fluff summary: “I didn’t have anyone else to spend Christmas with. Hope you don’t mind if I spend it with you.” warnings: mentions family conflict, mentions loneliness, skinship, teasing, crying (that's all I think) pairing: nonidol!woojin x fem!reader wc: 915 a/n: DAY 11!!! nets: @blossomnet @k-labels @k-films

The knock on your door comes just as you’re about to settle down with a cup of cocoa and a movie you’ve seen too many times to admit. You’re not expecting anyone—who would come out in this kind of weather? Snow has been falling steadily all day, blanketing the streets and turning your small apartment building into a quiet, wintry haven.

You pull the door open, the cold air rushing in and prickling your skin, and there he is: Woojin. His cheeks are pink from the cold, his dark hair dusted with snowflakes. He’s holding a plastic bag that’s dangerously close to tearing, and there’s a hopeful, almost sheepish look on his face.

“Hey,” he says, his breath fogging in the air between you. “I noticed last time I was here that you didn’t have any peppermint bark. I know you love it this time of year, so I figured I’d bring you some.”

You blink, surprised. Woojin, your best friend, who had texted you earlier about spending Christmas with his family, is now standing at your door with a bag of sweets.

“That’s thoughtful of you,” you say, stepping aside so he can come in. He doesn’t hesitate, stomping his boots on the mat before stepping inside.

He grins, holding up the bag like it’s a treasure chest. “I also brought some snacks. You got hot chocolate?”

“Of course I have hot chocolate,” you reply, closing the door behind him. The warmth of the apartment wraps around you both, and Woojin lets out a contented sigh, like he’s been cold all day and finally found a fireplace.

The two of you settle in the living room, blankets piled high and mugs of hot chocolate steaming on the coffee table. The movie plays on the screen, filling the room with soft dialogue and holiday cheer. Woojin is relaxed, but you can’t shake the feeling that there’s more to his visit than just peppermint bark.

“Did your family kick you out for being too loud again?” you tease, glancing at him with a knowing smirk.

You expect him to laugh, to come back with some sarcastic remark, but instead, he goes silent. His usual quick wit doesn’t show up, and he just stares at the screen, lips pressed together.

Something’s wrong.

You don’t push, though. If Woojin wants to tell you, he will. Instead, you shift on the couch and go back to watching the movie.

After a while, Woojin hesitates but ends up beside you, closer than before. You don’t mind it. You like his company. But when he lays his head on your shoulder, his body lightly shaking, you glance down and realize—he’s silently trying to keep you from noticing that he’s tearing up.

Your heart clenches. You don’t say anything. Instead, you shift, wrapping your arms around him and rubbing his back softly.

“It’s okay,” you whisper, voice barely above a breath. “Take your time.”

Woojin stays like that for a while, his quiet sniffles the only sound beside the movie. You don’t rush him. You just hold him, offering warmth and comfort until his breathing evens out.

Finally, in a voice so small you almost don’t hear it, he begins to explain.

“My parents had this huge argument,” he murmurs. “It was bad. I tried to calm things down, but it just got worse. Then they turned on me, like I was the problem. Like I shouldn’t have even come home for Christmas.”

Your grip tightens around him.

“I left before they could say anything worse,” he continues, his voice cracking slightly. “I didn’t know where else to go. I just… I didn’t want to be alone.”

“You’re not alone,” you say immediately, without hesitation. “You have me. You always have me.”

Woojin exhales a shaky breath, pressing his forehead against your shoulder.

“Thank you,” he whispers.

You don’t say anything more. You don’t need to. You just hold him closer, letting the warmth between you chase away the cold of the outside world.

After a few minutes, you nudge him lightly. “You know what? Since it’s Christmas, I’m willing to make a rare exception.”

He looks up at you, eyes still glassy. “What exception?”

You grab the box of peppermint bark and hold it out to him. “You can have some of my peppermint bark.”

Woojin blinks, staring at you in disbelief. “Wait… seriously?”

You nod solemnly. “Just this once.”

“Wow,” he breathes, taking a piece like it’s the most precious thing in the world. “I must really be down bad if you’re sharing your peppermint bark with me.”

“You are,” you agree, smiling. “And I’m a saint for this.”

He laughs, the tension in his shoulders easing just a bit. You scroll through the movies and pick a different one, something lighter, something you know he’ll enjoy. As the new film plays, Woojin relaxes against your side, munching on the peppermint bark with an occasional contented hum.

Somewhere along the way, the exhaustion catches up to both of you. The warmth of the blankets, the soft flicker of Christmas lights, and the quiet comfort of each other’s presence lull you into sleep.

When you wake up later, the credits are rolling, and Woojin is still curled up against you, his breathing slow and even. You smile to yourself, pulling the blanket up a little higher over both of you.

Maybe the night hadn’t started great for Woojin, but at least now, Christmas didn’t feel so lonely for either of you.

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[juliettejwnewinesa]

hi babe, did u maybe write for aouad? plz??!

may i request dom!suhyeok smut x sub!reader where reader gets jealous abt him and namra and take out for revenge when the red thread scene reader choose woojin to be partner with instead of suhyeok…..then suhyeok out of jealousy and rage fuck reader dumb 🫰🏻

thank youu xixixixi <3

Title: Mine, Not His

Pairing: Dom!Lee Su-hyeok x Sub!Fem!Reader AU: Canon Divergence - During the "Red Thread Game" Word Count: ~8,200 Tone: Darkly passionate, possessive, filthy Warnings: 18+ ONLY, jealousy kink, rough sex, brat taming, oral (f receiving), hair pulling, marking, possessive behavior, dumbification, creampie, mild manipulation, swearing, canon setting altered for spice

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You never meant to actually play the game. It was a joke at first — a distraction in the hellish reality of zombie-infested Hyosan. But the second they said it: red thread of fate, you saw the way Nam-ra’s eyes flicked toward Su-hyeok.

And something inside you burned.

So you did what any normal, mildly feral, emotionally unstable girl with a crush would do — you chose Woo-jin.

He blinked in surprise when you stepped forward and tied your string to his. Everyone was giggling and whispering, but you didn’t care.

Su-hyeok stood stiffly across the room, jaw clenched, hands buried in his pockets like he was keeping himself from ripping someone apart. His eyes met yours for just a second, unreadable.

Good.

Let him stew.

That night, you snuck off to the library to sulk — because, well, maybe this wasn’t such a victory after all. Woo-jin had been nice. Too nice. Not Su-hyeok.

You were halfway through regretting your life choices when the door slammed open.

“Get up.”

Your heart leapt into your throat. Su-hyeok.

You stood slowly, eyes wide. "W-What are you—"

He stalked toward you like a predator. "You picked him."

You backed up until your knees hit the table. "It was just a game—"

“Don’t lie.” His hand slammed down beside your head. “You think I don’t see you? The way you look at me? You wanted to make me jealous.”

“I—”

“Congratulations.”

Before you could respond, his mouth was on yours. Not soft. Not sweet. Possessive.

His hands dragged you closer, gripping your hips like he was trying to brand you. You whimpered, grabbing at his shirt, and he pulled away just enough to growl:

“Mine. You hear me?”

“Yes—“

“Say it.”

“I’m yours.”

He smirked, satisfied. Then he shoved you down on the table.

Clothes flew. Panting breaths. The room filled with heat.

He knelt between your legs like a man starved.

“You wanna tease me?” His fingers dragged up your thighs. “Then I’m not stopping until you cry.”

And he didn’t.

His tongue made you scream. His fingers curled cruelly. By the time he stood and undid his belt, your legs were trembling.

“Color?” he asked, eyes softer for a heartbeat.

“Green,” you gasped. “Please.”

That was all he needed.

He slid inside, slow, deep, unforgiving.

You moaned like something broken.

“Yeah,” he whispered darkly. “That’s right. Cry for me. Not for Woo-jin. Not for anyone else.”

He fucked you like he was erasing every other man from existence. Like the red thread never touched anyone but you and him.

Over and over, he pushed you past the edge. Until you were shaking, whimpering, babbling his name.

“Who do you belong to?” he hissed.

“You! You, Su-hyeok—“

“That’s right. Mine.”

After, he didn’t let you move. Just pulled you into his chest, buried his face in your hair.

“I hate when you look at anyone else.”

“I wasn’t going to—I just… I wanted you to see me.”

He cupped your cheek. “I see you. Always.”

You smiled, cheeks flushed. “Then prove it again.”

He chuckled low. “Brat.”

But he was already getting hard again.

And you were already soaking.

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

Your eyes rolled back as your boyfriend drove his hips against your ass his thick cock penetrating your gushy pussy, and the big blanket muffling the squelching of your cunt as your grip on your other boyfriend's white sleep shirt. "shush, Jagiya. We don't want to wake Gunwoo up would we?" woojin cooed mockingly, pulling on your ear with his teeth as his thrusts sped up. Making it nearly impossible to stop from moaning

Your mouth dropped open in a silent scream as your boyfriend rubbed your clit between his fingers, the knot inside tighten. "W-woojin," you whined his name, throwing your head back to rest against his shoulder as he drew his hips back before snapping them, his tip slamming into your cervix, officially pushing you over the edge.

Woojin groaned quietly, his pounding became more rapid, as he soon followed, his seed filling your sore cunny.

"had fun, Nae sarang?" Gunwoo asked sleepy, looking at you with hunger in his eyes.

Oh no.

[greythemed]

𓂃 ♥︎ⴰ bloodhounds . kim gun-woo

˚ TITLE 𓂃 ♥︎ⴰ perverse behavior. ˚ WORD COUNT 𓂃 ♥︎ⴰ 1875.

"would you ever fight me?". the question came from nowhere, in gun-woo's opinion. the ringing sound of the seoul traffic outside of his mom's apartment high enough for the boxer to not pay the deserved attention to you, his ears getting cold from the snowy weather out-of-doors.

gun-woo was tired.

his mom had to reheat the food because of his delay and he felt bad about it. plus, you were waiting for him to watch boyz n the hood for the very first time, after weeks of complaining he didn't watch proper shows on his teenage years.

what do you mean you've never watched the last game and asphalt man?! you are not korean if you've never watched those! you have said it in such a thrilling way that gun-woo hadn't the heart to say no to you, and now it's been three weeks that both of you are marathoning different korean tv series every thursday night.

he was still carrying his boxing gear on his shoulders when you had jumped him into the entryway, making the man almost lose his balance while his mom excitedly greeted him from the kitchen.

"woah, when did you get in here?", was his first question when he felt your arms trying to wrap around him, two kisses pressed on your face as usual, before kicking the door closed behind him and lifting you in his arms.

"turns out I and your mom are besties now", you had said with so much confidence that he had to turn around to look at his mom to confirm it in the kitchen. "she taught me how to properly cook samgyeopsal and i was stunned with the amount of gochujang comes with it!".

gun-woo giggled at the surprise, tapping at your leg three times so you could get up and help his mother with the dishes. his tense physic was viscerally beaten by his coach today, and he doubted he could stand for more than two minutes without collapsing on the floor.

that's why your question had him exceptionally shocked while devouring his mother's samgyeopsal minutes later, salty lips outlined in a 'o' form while looking from his mother to you in confusion.

"what?". he asks.

"would you ever fight me?". you repeat genuinely curious for the answer.

"no". gun-woo answered simply, round innocent eyes staring right back at you as if you had grown another head.

you slouch back in your seat. cheek pressed to the couch as you look disappointed at your boyfriend eating at the table.

"why not?". you both could hear gun-woo's mother laugh on the other side of the table, finding something to quickly excuse herself from the living room and eavesdrop on the entire ordeal from her room.

"w-why?", gun-woo analyzed your posture to see if you were pranking him or something, but he found none. "i d-don't think that would be nice... for any of us". he replied with a terrified look on his face, the scar on his cheek hid underneath his right hand.

"just for your information, i was a gold medal in taekwondo once in school". you defend yourself.

"when you were 8 yeah, i know".

“and!”, you continue, ignoring him. “woojin-oppa already told me i was quite strong for someone my height”.

“baby, woo-jin just wanted you to pay for his dinner that day, you know that”. gun-woo explains blatantly, making you gasp at his lack of manners.

"i wanna fight you though, i could totally beat you", you said getting no response from the fighter, which was starting to infuriate you even more. "kim geun-woo, do you love me or not?". you asked starting to get up from the couch.

"stop looking at me like that, you're scaring me". you roll your eyes, getting up from the couch and walking towards your very tall and built boyfriend who refuses to fight with you. "what's up?". he looks up at you, wondering what the hell happened to his girlfriend that night.

"fight me". your serious tone shouldn't have a strong man like gun-woo scared, but that's what it does.

"look, i'm tired today okay? give me a second". he whines like a child and you would be finding him adorable because of his pout if it wasn't for the scar across the right side of his face staring right back at you.

hot unaware boyfriend indeed.

"kim geun-woo, don't you love me?" you hold the collar of his shirt, brows knit together in fake intimidation as gun-woo raises a brow your way.

“ya, you’re scaring me”, he repeats the statement looking at you as if challenging you to do what you are thinking. "you're not going to let me live if i don't fight you right now, are you?". he rubs the plush of your clothed thigh and you slap his hand away, glancing in the direction of his mother's room with your brows still furrowed, surprised at his bold antics.

"mister kim, you are under arrest for perverse behavior with your ring opponent".

"arrest?". his brows shoot up and a big smile emerges from his mouth. "aish-, don't be so hard on me, judge". he plays along, rubbing your waist quickly before taking your hands off his collar. “if you succeed in moving me from the chair, i’ll fight with you”. gun-woo had that stupid smirk he has when he’s about to win something.

you were about to prove him wrong.

“deal!”.

in instant seconds, you’re already beside him, using your entire body weight to push your boyfriend off the chair. the clock begins to tick away as gun-woo calmly finishes his dinner, enjoying a little too much of your little grunts as if you were not even beside him.

“how���much….did…you…eat today?”. a stupid grin was displayed on your boyfriend’s face when you gave up and you did not appreciate it.

it seems mister kim liked the ego soothing, after all, he was still just a man.

“why are you even smiling like that?!”. immediately, his grin was erased as if it was never there in the first place. “i’m 100% sure it is just because of the samgyeopsal your mom made. have you seen how much pepper that woman put into that?! no? i have!”. gun-woo laughed loudly at that, wondering in which standup comedy mister hong found you.

just when he thought it was over, you kept pushing his shoulders in the other direction, making him laugh even more.

“you’re not giving up, are you?”.

“never!”. gun-woo had to breathe calmly to steady his laughs and gently push your hands away.

“c’mon let’s clean this and go to bed, right?”. the gentle smile his lips displayed was hands-down playing unfair in your opinion. you could tell it in his eyes he was tired, defeatedly letting him go. “if you keep grunting my mom will come asking if everything is alright”. his gaze was so gentle that it almost made you angry.

“it is not alright”. you played the puppy eyes on him, hugging his figure while he moved from the table to the sink to clean his dishes.

that's when you noticed his little wince when you hugged his torso.

“my boyfriend didn’t let me win, he doesn’t love me”.

“you’re just weak, admit it”. again, the smirk was there and you hated it.

“where do you think you’re going with this audacity, mister?”. you unglued him and crossed your arms in front of the sink, taking the dishes from his hands and stopping him from doing any more work today. you both stared at each others eyes with fondness, silently speaking your concerns.

kim geun-woo, you do not fool me.

“anywhere i want, since you can’t stop me”. he laughed out loud, and you knew then that your boyfriend was more tired than he was showing. he only showed his boldness in other situations, so it was really surprising you his sense of humor right now.

which made you worry.

“ya, how much you and wonsuk-subaenim trained today?”, you asked concerned, putting the dishes aside to analyze his eyes on your tip toes. “you should’ve eaten more before training this morning”. there was an unconscious pout on your lower lip and gun-woo noticed that, smiling weakly while gluing your body into his.

“don’t worry, i’m okay”. he smiled grateful, even bowing his head a little in gratitude for you, a peck left in your brow that made you temporarily dumb. "he just wanted to test some more of my limits".

"are you sure?". starry eyes staring right back at him was hands-down an unfair playing, in his opinion. "can i see it?".

of course, you would notice it, gun-woo knew that much. but even so, he didn't want to make his mom worry more about him, and so did you.

"can we do that when we get home?", he politely asks while rubbing your arms, tone not much louder than a whisper now that the topic was more serious. "i wanted you to take a look but mom's here and i don't want her finding out about the championship yet". he explains.

"are you sure?", you ask worried, soothingly rubbing the balmy spot you could feel underneath his sweater next to his left rib. “it feels damp, oppa”.

gun-woo glanced at you and stopped your hand in the rem of his shirt with a silent plead, silently asking for you to let go. his kind smile and polite nod convinced you that the bruise could wait a little more, and you had no other option than to trust him.

“what happened?”.

“we used the machine again”, he starts explaining sensing your curious concern. gun-woo knew that you needed a little more reassurance, since you weren’t used to leaving patients with bruises behind in your line of work. “it presented a little malfunction, two sizes above mine and i almost went flying across the wall”.

“you and your stupid machines”. you scold angrily, making him laugh. “why train with a fucking machine when you pay thousands to have a coach like him?”.

“it’s solved now, don’t worry”. you looked in his eyes searching for any sign of discomfort. you knew about his surprisingly high pain tolerance, even for a fighter, plus your boyfriend tend to have a habit of hiding his sorrows from you.

intensively staring at him, gun-woo noticed by your eyes that you were quickly going to get lost in your own thoughts, so he had to react rather fast.

“hey, i’m good now, okay? we got 8 months for the tournament and i’m doing pretty well, i’m not going to lie”. he took your face in his hands, making you focus on his pretty eyes and his innocent smile. “do you trust me, baby? i’m okay”.

"okay", you nodded understandable and he left another kiss on your right brow, proudly looking at you.

“you could’ve told me, i would have brought the food to your house so you wouldn’t have to drive more”. still not yet convinced, you check his temperature with your bare hands to check if everything is okay, guiding him to the couch so he could rest. “i will clean everything and then we can go, ‘kay? i’ll drive”.

“no, no, no, i’m okay. you don’t have to”. he excuses, refusing to sit down and taking your hands with him.

you hated his excessive politeness sometimes.

“ya, i’m calling your mom if you don’t obey me”. you threaten him and he lightens up a little. “now sit and wait, i’ll be quick”. when he finally sat down and smiled at you, you felt his grip on your wrist tighten again.

“you look too cute taking care of me”. a kiss was stolen from your lips and quickly your eyes were as round as your mouth.

“gun-woo! you’re crazy!”, the slap was maybe a little too much, but that’s not really your fault, now was it? “we are on your mother’s apartment!”.

“ouch! she is not even here right now, don't go nuts". he said rubbing the shoulder that you slapped. "for someone your height, you are quite strong, did you know that? jesus christ”. he mocked you with a pout.

"that's it, i'm suing wonsuk-subaenim's ass for making you delulu". you pretend to run away and gun-woo laughs at that, pulling you onto him one last time to kiss you.

"i am wounded, woman, have mercy". sometimes, you miss the unaware, irritably-innocent, and extreme-shy gun-woo you met a few months ago after he became friends with your cousin.

"kim geun-woo, behave or i am going to let you die on the streets".

"i'll accept it if you don't drive".

"are you calling me a bad driver?". the insult-

"no". he said nonchalantly, placing a last kiss on your cheek and letting you go. "let's go so we won't be late".

this blog is desactivated, if you want to reach me, follow me on my new account ( @zerocoded ) new kdrama content there soon, xx.

[prettymita]

"jealousy"

KIM GUN-WOO - 6/10 on the jealousy scale

♡ gun-woo trusts you sooo much

♡ he knows you'd never cheat on him, so whenever you're talking to another guy, he wouldn't think much of it. he would keep an eye on you, though.

♡ it only really affects him if you start flirting with another guy. he thinks you're wayyy too good for him, even if that's not true. (no, bcuz this man only has eyes for you. he thinks you're the most beautiful girl in the universe) so when you start spending more time with another man and prioritizing them over him, he would get so sad :(

♡ poor baby wouldn't even tell you. he would try to act fine and tell himself that he was just being stupid and overthinking, he'd probably blame himself for it 😭

♡ when you start to notice how he seemed down, he would finally open up and admit that he was jealous. he's so cute i can't

♡ even if gunwoo isn't very extroverted or talkative, he's actually good at communicating his feelings with you. when he's jealous of a guy you're talking to, he would shyly pull you aside and have a conversation with you about how he felt about you hanging out with another man. "hey, can we talk?"

♡ and when you reassure him that he has nothing to worry about and shower him in kisses, he's a timid, smiling mess.

♡ he's so babygirl omlll

♡ when it comes to possessiveness, it's leaning towards less possessive. sure, if a guy is making you laugh and all, gun-woo will join the conversation, linger his hand on your back or waist innocently and pretend nothing is wrong. but he isn't too over the top, there is a healthy amount of possessiveness.

♡ he doesn't care what you wear, you are your own person, and he knows and respects that. so if you catch the gazes of men, it doesn't make him jealous. i mean, you were so beautiful, how could they not stare, right? besides, he could fight if he needed to. (he will subtly glare at a guy if their gaze gets too explorative, though. not even glare, to be honest. its more of a disappointed look LMAO)

♡ if a guy is making you uncomfortable, that's a different case.

♡ he would notice and act immediately. gunwoo doesn't like to resort to violence, even if he is mad. he would gently pull you away from the person and step in front of you, politely (but sternly) telling the guy that you weren't interested. he wouldn't pick a fight, unless the opponent swings first. even so, he'd stick to defending only, not throwing any life-threatening punches. cause damn, he is strong asf. you're kind of glad he is so non-violent and gentle bcuz if he wasn't, he might've killed someone already.

HONG WOO-JIN - 8/10 on the jealousy scale

♡ woojin does trust you, but the twisted knot in his stomach can overtake his sense of rationality sometimes

♡ he is very clingy. so if he sees you talking with another guy, he will try to join the conversation because he doesn't want to feel left out.

♡ if he's jealous, he'll often wrap an arm around your waist or sling it over your shoulder, or making it very obvious that the two of you are dating. "Oh, how's my precious girlfriend doing?" and then pecks you on the lips. its a little embarrassing sometimes but its woo-jin so its okay

♡ its funny because sometimes he completely ignores the guy's existence and continues to talk to you until you glare at him for being rude

♡ if you ignore woo-jin and continue to focus on the other guy, he will do anything to get your attention. and i mean anything. he will start telling the most unfunny jokes, physically get on the table and do something goofy to make you laugh. this man cannot be stopped.

♡ also, he will not admit that he is jealous. even if you know he is, he wouldn't say it unless you really pry at him. "Okay, fine! I'm jealous, is that what you wanted to hear?"

♡ and then he'll sulk around like a sullen puppy lmaoo

♡ so when it comes to you wearing revealing clothing, i'm sure he loves it the most, to be honest. but he's a little cautious of you wearing it outside, he just doesn't want you to get hurt. he might've tried to get you to wear something else or bring a jacket a couple times. he isn't really fond of others seeing what's his. (!!!)

♡ he's possessive, but he doesn't like to admit it. he'd rather show it through actions, being superrr clingy

♡ if a guy's staring at you and his gaze begins to wander, woo-jin will wrap a hand around you possessively. he might even snarl at the guy.

♡ if anyone makes you uncomfortable, he makes sure to get you out of there, probably threatening the guy a little. he might shove him lightly and get a little aggressive if he's really mad. then afterward, he would make sure you're okay and shit-talk about how the guy was an absolute ass.

[dazed--xx]

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Summary: Now suddenly you're asking for it back Could you tell me, where'd you get the nerve? Yeah, you could say you miss all that we had. But I don't really care how bad it hurts…..When you broke me first

Post Date: 01/17/2024

T/W: Mentions of Cheating, Break Ups, arguments, drinking, manipulation, crying, heartbreak, ANGST…, swearing, mentions of being drunk, yelling, sad ending

Word Count: 2.7K

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Post Date: 01/20/2024

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Word Count: 2.7K

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Summary: I tell myself you don't mean a thing. And what we got, got no hold on me; But when you're not there, I just crumble. I tell myself I don't care that much; But I feel like I die 'til I feel your touch Only love……Only love can hurt like this

Post Date: 01/28/2024

T/W:1930s Era, ANGST, historical inaccuracies, Prohibition, cursing, mafia, talks of murder, mentions of guns, Molotov cocktail, gun violence, harassment, neglect in a relationship I guess, mentions of illegal activity, life threatening injuries, mentions mafia war. Mentions of Bootlegging, mentions of Shylocking. Sad ending

Word Count: 5.1K

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Summary: I'm sorry, don't leave me, I want you here with me. I know that your love is gone. I can't breathe, I'm so weak, I know this isn't easy. Don't tell me that your love is gone…..That your love is gone

Post Date: 01/28/2024

PLEASE READ AUTHOR’S NOTE!!

T/W: ANGST!!!!!!!!!!!!, hate comments, distant partner, mentions of depression, mentions of anxiety, assault like legit assault, recording of an assault, hate speech. Cursing, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND ACTIONS, Crying, Feeling alone, ambiguous ending, etc

Word count: 2.5k

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Post Date: 03/18/2024

Member: Seungmin x Reader

T/W: Break Ups, arguments crying, heartbreak, ANGST…, swearing, yelling, sad ending, slight shoving nothing too crazy, some emotional manipulation, problem avoidance, denial, (subtle mention to woojin via blacked out photo he existed people he was in the group once), mentions of Minhos elimination in Finding Stray kids

Word Count: 2.3K

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Summary: Now the day bleeds, Into nightfall; And you're not here, To get me through it all. I let my guard down; And then you pulled the rug…..I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

Post Date: 03/18/2024

Member: Changbin x Reader

T/W: Friend Break Up(cause romantic break ups ain't the only type that is heartbreaking), arguments, crying, heartbreak, ANGST…, swearing, yelling, sad ending, ghosting, problem avoidance, flirty behavior, mentions of one night stand, mentions of friend with benefits relationships, innuendos, brutal honesty

Word Count: 3.2K

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Summary: Torn in two, And I know I shouldn't tell you. But I just can't stop thinking of you, Wherever you are. You. Wherever you are; Every night I almost call you. Just to say it always will be you…Wherever you are

Post Date: 03/19/2024

Member: Jeongin x Reader

T/W: Break Up, arguments, crying, heartbreak, ANGST…, swearing, yelling, sad ending, ghosting, Long distance relationship, neglect, ambiguous aged female (17-22), emotional manipulation.

Word Count: 3.2K

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Summary: I've spent all of the love I saved. We were always a losing game, Small town Girl(boy) in a big arcade, I got addicted to a losing game. Oh,Oh.All I know, all I know……Loving you is a losing game

Post Date: 03/19/2024

Member: Felix x Reader

T/W: Break Ups, arguments crying, heartbreak, ANGST…, swearing, yelling, sad ending, Bet Au!, depressing thoughts, lack of communication, childish behavior, Avoiding S/O, mentions of sex, bullying, denial

Word Count: 2.1K

[woojirang]

𓆩♡𓆪 Emotional Baggage - Prologue (P.SH)

Summary: Yeosang had been the love of your life. His sudden passing left you shattered, unable to fathom a future without him. After you reunited with the friend group after 7 months, Seonghwa's feelings for you reignite as he supports you through your loss. Pairing: Park Seonghwa x gn! Reader, (lost lover) Yeosang x gn! Reader Genre: angst, fluff ig, sfw, mini series

Warnings: lil fluff here and there but more of reminiscing on what used to be. WC: 2.4K a/n: This is the first story I've written in a while since middle school. If you were around for Locket Park Woojin, yes, that's me! While writing this, I wasn't a big fan of the initial organization, which is why I'm making it a mini-series so I can rework it a little. However, this prologue will remain the foundation of the story.

Series Playlist: [Playlist]

You were mad, furious at the world. Yeosang, with his luscious brown hair that you would endlessly run your fingers through, his mesmerizing brown eyes that you could lose yourself in for hours, his contagious smile that could light up your darkest days, his ethereal face that no museum could ever capture, who spoke with that endearing, romantic lisp—he abandoned you. It was impossible to tell whether he was suffering since he masked everything with that beautiful smile, but all you knew was that he was gone, long gone. Your angel, your reason for pushing forward, was gone.

You vividly remember the day his parents called to break the news. Your heart sank to your stomach. Though his mother’s voice was frail, barely above a whisper, you shook and sobbed uncontrollably. Your forever, your sanctuary, your escape... everything was shattered in an instant. Amidst your heart-wrenching sobs, you heard the woman who could have been your future mother-in-law faintly mutter an "I’m sorry," before she hung up the phone.

The body that once used to caress you and whisper sweet assurances that everything would be okay before you fell asleep in his arms was now lying alone, asleep forever. Nothing could tear at your heartstrings more than this moment. Your body quivered at the sight of his lifeless form, refusing to accept this devastating reality—the reality where you could no longer be with him. The vibrant soul who once filled your days with joy and laughter, your Yeosang, now belonged to the angels.

As you stood there, staring at his cold figure with his pale hands over his chest, and the light blue suit that he wore when he proposed to you on the beach at sunset, your heart shattered into a million pieces. The amount of tears that streamed from your eyes was endless, and you were utterly inconsolable. On that grim, foggy day, the world felt dull and empty, the weight of losing your lover pressing down on you like a heavy shroud. Every breath was a painful reminder of his absence, and that's when the harsh reality finally set in—your forever was truly gone.

The mournful cries of those gathered around you felt distant. You could hear the priest's solemn words, but it all just became background noise, overwhelmed by the sound of your own heartache. The scent of lilies, his favorite flowers, filled the air, clashing with my tearing heart and this utterly depressing foggy day. Each tear that fell felt like a piece of your soul was being ripped away, leaving you emptier with every passing second.

You reached out, your hand trembling, to touch his cold, still face, hoping for some impossible warmth, some sign that this was all just a nightmare. But there was nothing. His body stagnant. Your vibrant, loving Yeosang, who once breathed life into your days, was now a silent, eternal memory. As the final words were spoken and the coffin was lowered, the last remnants of your strength crumbled. You collapsed to your knees, overwhelmed by the unbearable sorrow, knowing that a part of you had been buried with him, leaving a void that could never be filled.

It’s been seven months since Yeosang left this world, and to cope with his absence, you found yourself texting his number endlessly, holding onto the hope that somehow, somewhere, he could hear you.

January 26, 4:58 PM

“How could you leave me here to suffer on my own.”

“I miss you every day.”

“I wish I could hold you again.”

“I hate being without you.”

February 21, 7:32 PM

“My Yeosang… I hope you’re doing well up there.”

“I wish I could be with you.”

“Are you watching over me?”

March 3, 1:42 AM

“Yeo.. I wish I could end it all and be with you.”

“A life without you is not a life worth living.”

April 2, 2:45 AM

“My love, can you hear me?”

“I saw your mom today, she’s doing better!”

“Better than me…”

“I miss you, love…”

“I love you.”

May 4, 6:57 PM

“Love! I got a promotion at work today.”

“I wish you could celebrate with me.”

“I bought a cake for the both of us!”

“I’m putting out a bowl for you, so when your soul comes down to watch over me, we can eat together!”

“I miss you so much.”

June 23, 1:24 AM

“You know how they say that distance makes the heart grow fonder?”

“I definitely understand that now…”

“I miss you, Yeo :(“

July 12, 5:12 PM

“It’s been seven months since you’ve been gone.”

“I haven’t forgotten about you, I don’t think I’ll ever forget about you.”

“Do you hear my desperate cries?”

“I love you more than life, Yeosang.”

“Please send me a sign if you’re listening.”

Every message was a plea, a desperate cry into the void, hoping, dreaming for a response that would never come. You poured your heart into endless texts, trying to bridge the chasm that death had created between you and Yeosang. You recounted your memories, celebrated your achievements, and shared your sorrows, hoping that somehow, in some way, he could feel your love.

In the early hours of the morning, when the world was silent, you felt closest to him. The quiet solitude of the night mirrored the emptiness you felt inside. You would lie in bed, phone clutched to your chest, whispering into the darkness, “I love you, Yeosang.” The longing was a constant ache, a relentless reminder of the love you once shared and the future you had lost.

As time passed, the messages became a ritual, a way to keep his memory alive and to feel connected to him. On days of celebration and on days of despair, you reached out to him, sharing your life as if he were still here.

The pain of his absence never lessened, but you found solace through your words. In your heart, You believed that somehow, somewhere, he was listening, watching over you, and that thought kept you going. Your love for him transcended the boundaries of life and death, and with every message, You sent a piece of your heart into the universe, hoping it would reach him.

July 14, You went out to the beach with your friends. Everyone carpooled in a minivan, singing our favorite songs at the top of our lungs and playing I-SPY with whatever caught our eye. It was all fun and games until you realized how much more fun things would’ve been if Yeosang were still here. His quiet yet chaotic presence had a way of charming everyone in our friend group. You smiled at the thought of Yeosang jamming out with all of us like we did in the past.

Hongjoong, our designated driver, had compiled playlists of everyone’s favorite songs. Yeosang would always beg for the aux cord, but Wooyoung banned him from playing music on our trips. “We’ve already heard ‘Faded’ a bajillion times!” Wooyoung would exclaim, annoyed at Yeosang’s relentless desire to listen to Faded at least once on every trip. You’ve gotta admire consistency at this point. Yeosang would then look at you and pout with eyes full of playful mischief, before leaning his head on your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your hips. He would draw himself into sleep as you stared out the window, your heart full and content.

Now, as you sat in the same minivan, you could almost feel the weight of his head on your shoulder, the warmth of his embrace, and the soft rhythm of his breathing. The nostalgia was almost too much to bear. You could hear his voice in your mind, humming along to the music, his laughter mixing with the sea breeze. Every laugh from our friends, every familiar song, brought back a flood of memories that made your heart ache with longing.

All you can do now is smile, thinking about him and fantasizing about the what-ifs. What if he were here to share this beautiful day with us, to laugh and sing and make more memories? The beach, the songs, the laughter—they all felt incomplete without him.

Hongjoong noticed you spacing out, lost in the view outside the window, and he exchanged a knowing look with Seonghwa in the passenger seat. Without needing words, Hongjoong nodded and started playing “Faded” as a tribute to Yeosang, hoping to ease your thoughts. You caught his glance in the rearview mirror and gave him a subtle, grateful smile. Hongjoong returned a small, supportive smile, understanding the depth of your silent gratitude.

Wooyoung, who had once grown tired of hearing this song repeatedly, sang out with all his heart, his voice resonating with emotion. You quietly murmured the lyrics, your eyes fixed on the blue sky and the cars passing by. The song brought back memories of Yeosang, memories that were bittersweet and filled with longing.

The grieving process had been incredibly difficult for Wooyoung as well. Yeosang and Wooyoung had shared so much together, their bond forged through countless experiences and dreams. Yeosang had always known what he wanted in life, and while Wooyoung had his own dreams, he couldn’t imagine accomplishing them without Yeosang by his side. At the beginning of your relationship with Yeosang, Wooyoung had been jealous of the time Yeosang spent with you, feeling sidelined by the new love in Yeosang’s life. But over time, he had come to accept and even cherish the bond you all shared.

Now, you could only imagine the depth of Wooyoung’s pain. His leader, his best friend, the person who had been his constant companion, was gone. As the song played on, you glanced at Wooyoung, seeing the glimmer of tears in his eyes. He caught your gaze and gave a small, sad smile, his voice faltering for a moment before he continued singing. You reached out and gently squeezed his hand, offering silent comfort.

“Remember how he always insisted on this song?” Wooyoung said, his voice breaking slightly. “Every trip, without fail.”

You nodded, your eyes misting over. “Remember how you banned him from the aux?” 

Hongjoong glanced at both of you in the rearview mirror. “He’d be glad we’re still listening to it together,” he said softly.

Seonghw searched for any reaction from you through the rearview mirror. The thing with Seonghwa was that he had always loved you, even while you were with Yeosang. From the moment he had met you, he marveled at all your little charms: your smile when the cherry blossoms bloomed in the spring, the way you softened every time you saw a dog on the sidewalk, the way your eyes fluttered as you woke up from naps in class. He had it all planned out from the start—the way he would’ve confessed to you after walking home one day under a cherry blossom tree, the most romantic way he knew. But in the end, it was Yeosang who beat him to it.

He, Yeosang, Hongjoong, and Wooyoung were a unit before you joined them, and you were basically Yeosang’s plus one, though they all enjoyed your presence nonetheless. One night while everyone went out to drink, Yeosang suddenly admitted his feelings for you to the guys and told them he’d confess to you the next day. Seonghwa started to feel guilty for his own feelings and tried his best to give them up so his best friend could be with you instead. He had suppressed his feelings, knowing that if he expressed them, it could ruin what you both and the  friend group had. So now that you were with Yeosang, he began to dread every hangout with the gang if it meant you were coming along because it would remind him on an opportunity he missed out on.

Feeling reassured, you had no tears left to cry. You attempted to enjoy the day without constantly thinking about Yeosang as you were already rough on yourself for the sheer fact that he wasn’t there and he won’t be there for you anytime anymore. The sun was high in the sky, casting a golden glow over the beach as the waves gently lapped at the shore. The salty breeze rustled through the palm trees, and the sound of laughter filled the air.

Hongjoong set up the beach umbrella and spread out the blankets while Seonghwa rummaged through the cooler, pulling out sandwiches and drinks. Wooyoung was already halfway to the water calling out for us to join him.

“Come on, losers! The water’s perfect!” Wooyoung shouted, his voice carrying over the crashing waves.

You laughed, shaking your head. “Alright, alright, we’re coming!”

We kicked off our sandals and ran towards the water, the hot sand quickly giving way to the cool, refreshing surf. Wooyoung was splashing around, trying to dunk Seonghwa, who threw up his hands and splashed him in defense. Hongjoong waded in next to me, a grin spreading across his face as he watched us.

“Feels good to see everyone having fun,” Hongjoong said, his brown eyes and orange hair reflecting the bright sunlight.

“Yeah…” You agreed, feeling a pang of bittersweet nostalgia. “It’s been a while since we’ve all laughed like this.”

Wooyoung managed to catch Seonghwa off guard, dunking him under the water before raising his arms in victory. “Yes! I am the king of the sea!”

Seonghwa surfaced, sputtering and laughing. “Only because I let you win, Wooyoung.”

“Oh, sure you did,” Wooyoung retorted, splashing Seonghwa again.

We spent hours playing in the water, building sandcastles, and soaking up the sun. At one point, we took a break to eat, sitting in a circle on the blanket. Hongjoong passed around sandwiches and drinks, and we toasted to Yeosang, who we knew would have loved to be there with us.

“To Yeosang,” Hongjoong said, holding up his drink. “Our friend and our guiding star.”

“To Yeosang,” we all echoed, clinking our cups together.

A bit after we all ate together, You decided to pull out your phone, suddenly remembering that you could text Yeosang. You typed out a message, eager to share the moment with him.

“Yeosang! Everyone here is having a great time! We miss you!”

You sent the text with a smile, until the message delivered green. His number was no longer active, your heart sank into the abyss. The reality of his absence hits you like a tidal wave, washing away the momentary joy and leaving you drowning in sorrow. His number was gone, just like he was.

You curled into a ball of pity, staring into the horizon as a hollow emptiness enveloped you. The vibrant day around you blurred, colors dimming and sounds fading as the weight of loss pressed down on your chest. He was really gone now, in every conceivable way.

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[geonwooz]

♡ BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND — HONG WOOJIN

brother's best friend!woojin x fem!reader (ft. brother!gunwoo) | wc : 0.5k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, fluff, angst if you squint, woojin being a flirt and it backfiring on him lmao

“hey, hey, hey! look, it’s my favorite best friend’s sister!”

it was almost two weeks of hong woojin visiting you whenever he could to brighten up your day and fill in for your brother.

ever since your brother, kim gunwoo, left for his tournaments, you were a mess. and woojin knew that — which was why he volunteered to check on you every so often before his best friend could even ask the favor.

woojin could never admit it to gunwoo, but the truth was, he had a crush on you — and just couldn’t bear to see you so sad. but little by little, with his visits, he brought a smile to your face.

and little by little, you started falling for your brother’s best friend.

you never really meant to, but with woojin being so caring, there was no way you could stop yourself from liking him. sure, he was your brother’s best friend, and if your brother found out, he’d probably not like it, but that problem would never arise.

because you were so damn sure nothing would ever happen between you two.

“gunwoo said you cried during your video call with him earlier.” woojin sat next to you, his voice soft. “you know, we can talk about it. it’ll just be between us, i promise.”

this was exactly why you kept falling for your brother’s best friend; he was an absolute gem.

“when we were together, gunwoo would nag me every day, but now it’s not as often,” you muttered. “weirdly enough, i miss it.”

“well, i mean, i can always nag you. you know, just consider me your big brother. i’m your brother’s best friend anyway, right?” woojin bit his lip, regretting his choice of words as soon as they left his lips.

“there’s no need for that, woojin.” you scoffed, shaking your head. “i have no intention of considering you as my brother.”

the male raised his brows, surprised by your response. “oh? then what do you want to consider me as? your boyfriend?” he playfully responded, leaning closer to your face as he grinned.

“w-what? no, i–”

“your husband?!” woojin enjoyed the way the heat rushed to your cheeks, feeling his heart flutter when you pouted at him. “woah, i didn’t think you’d have such long-term plans with me.”

you chuckled, wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine. “of course, i planned for the long term, hong woojin.” you leant closer, your smile never fading. “i also came up with baby names. wanna hear?” you quipped.

the seriousness in your voice paired with the proximity of your faces was too much for woojin, causing him to choke on air as you laughed, satisfied with the outcome.

you had played an uno reverse on your brother’s best friend, and he seemed to believe every word.

“w-wait, are you for real?” he couldn’t help but ask, not having noted the sarcasm behind your voice. “like, baby names and all?”

you stood from your place, walking towards the door before looking back. woojin followed your steps, the clueless look on his face giving you butterflies with how adorable he looked.

“take me out on a date first, and we can find out if the baby names are real.”

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[spicyseonghwas]

skz - reaction to reader getting hit on by other men

pairing :: skz x male reader (discludes woojin; i write for him as a soloist) rating :: 15+ ; suggestive content genres/au's :: fluff, slight suggestive, boyfriend!skz content warnings :: light cursing, insinuated physical contact, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of murder, reader referred to as a piece of art one (1) time. tell me if i missed something! word count :: a/n this request has been split up into 4 parts to keep yall on ur toes! requested by @wo-ai-ni-yong [ask] network tag @preciousillusions-net

chan, changbin ; han, minho ; i.n, felix ; hyunjin, seungmin

~ yang jeongin/i.n

i really don't feel like he would be very sober?? when this situation occurs??

drunk but not wasted.

and that would heavily impact how he treats the other guy(s) during the confrontation.

he would be really aggressively possessive whether he was drunk or not, but in any situation like this, the only thing stopping him from whooping ass (not in the kinky way) is if he's dead.

it's really no use for you to tell him "let's just leave," because he won't just leave. it would hurt his pride and dignity too much to let them escape.

but if he were sober in this kind of situation i feel like he would be a bit calmer at first?

for sure he would try his best to tell the other party to fuck off before he thew punches.

but in any state of his mental availability, he would be very very possessive of you, because you're his boy, and he would be very confrontational and aggressive, because no one touches his prized painting.

~ lee felix

felix would IN. NO. W O R L D . even ALLOW another man to get within a mile of you unless it's his friends or you have a metric ton of proof that you and the other man are just friends.

and he would never make a mistake in this endeavor. if his gut tells him "keep that motherfucker away..."

then he's gonna keep that motherfucker away.

and if he somehow gets coerced into letting someone close to you and then catches them hitting on you...

beat that boy widda bat.

headline: "kpop superstar lee felix sentenced to 10 years in prison for second degree murder"

© seonghwas-lighter 2023-2024.

[gamercookies]

I like to eat eat eat 💕👍🏻

• UGHH WOOJIN 🥺😭😭especially when he’s holding out the ice cream like he’s giving it to us 🥺BUT FOR ME WOOJIN W/ TACOS 🤭✊🏻🇲🇽

[lexeees]

seeing people interact w my woojin posts in both of my blogs always make me so happy 🥹

[gnabnahc]

Hiiii, canon comp skz fic anon here, thank you so much for answering my question over with chanrizard :) Coming off anon because I have more questions if I may, please. Do we know if chris/felix/jisung/jeongin shared a room in the dorm too, or were they more evenly distributed across those three rooms that skz ended up taking over completely in ep 2 of the show? My understanding was that Changbin, Hyunjin, and Seungmin were also already around (basing this on how long they said they were trainees for from ep 1), tho presumably in a different dorm I guess? And that Minho joined as a trainee last... Sorry, just trying to get my timelines straight here before I write too much more fic *sweatdrop*

omg no problem of course!!!

based on what we see in the show, those 4 are already at the dorm space they seemed to keep until 2022-ish. this is what it looks like when we first see it:

they all end up moving their things around so i don't think they shared rooms necessarily, but definitely the dorm itself! i know for sure chris used to room with young k of day6 (and roomed with him the longest, i think they said abt 5 years), and if memory serves i believe bambam also shared with them (fun fact, they used to steal young k's mattress off of his bed and drag it around to eat fast food on)

i don't think it's ever really said by anyone, but i personally have always assumed people that live in seoul sort of used the dorms as needed if they're staying late (which was...a lot), but those who had come from overseas or other parts of korea that were too far had more permanent spots in the dorms (of course), or maybe had separate ones even based on that distinction.

i think they also tried to keep them pretty close to each "debut group", but not necessarily stuck to it, but for reference the original debut group for skz was chan, allen (now in cravity), jisung, changbin, steven (now in luminous/ahof), hyunjin, jeongin, yao chen (former r1se member now a soloist), seungmin, felix,🤢woojin, and minho at the very tail end. cute pic of (most) of them all here (p sure thats minho in the very bottom lmao)!

which if u want a brief history lesson for some backstory:

yao chen ended up going to a chinese boy group called r1se (that...no longer exists but he's v successful solo now! i do wonder if he was actually meant to be in boy story but was perhaps a bit too old/concepts were changed? their oldest are 04 liners LMAO) and allen was actually meant to be in it as well but apparently didnt like the idea so he ended up going to starship and minho ended up taking allen's spot in the group and show despite being there like barely two months (p sure allen had been in there for a WHILE). steven's never said anything about why he left jyp, but he was on produce 101 and i'm p sure left sometime after that (common).

there was an additional almost member named john aquino who ended up moving back to america, but he's met up with them before on tour and also put up one of the funniest instagram stories i've ever seen of him putting bottoms up by trey songz to the my house cover chris did calling him mr.stealyourgirl because he "has that kind of vibe about him" (also realized getting this tweet the Youth™️ do not know abt this song and have proceeded to make a big deal abt it and taking it as like....Fact and serious bc they didn't live through the swag era like some of us). here's another funny ass tweet w/ some posts. i think this is the funniest way i've ever seen somebody refer to him as being sexy by saying he could take anyone because he's so hot and charismatic (it's also soooooo late millennial/early gen z of him sLKSDJGLKSD john reminds me of young k's old friend from toronto terry actually)

other boys who were considered i believe at some point: yuchan and byeongkwan, who both left in abt 2016 to go to beat interactive and debuted in a.c.e (yuchan and chris were the treadmill zombies in the twice mv for like ooh-ahh!) and daehwi and woojin from ab6ix!

all that to say i have to assume all these boys were in these dorms at one point given they were all overseas trainees (yao chen from china, steven from sydney, and allen and john from the us), so if anyone was bunking there it was them, which would also explain why those beds were empty now since they were no longer part of the debut project. i wanna say maybe allen and chris shared a room at some point but i can't put fact to that, but allen has a lot of stories about chris's mom so they were close! if you want the order of who joined:

chris (2010), jisung (2014-2015-ish), jeongin, hyunjin, changbin, woojin (2015-2016), felix, seungmin (2016/2017, seungmin passed an open audition, felix finished out his school year), minho (2017)

lmk if this helps any!!! old jyp lore is my favorite topic 😊

[lexsssu]

Master (Kim Woo Jin)

TAGS: Woojin/F!reader, yandere, obsession, possessive behavior, dirty thoughts, blowjobs, pet names, breeding kink, oneshot Ao3 ver.

Woo-Jin sighed contentedly as he stared down at you with a heated yet lovestruck gaze, dark orbs darkening with every moment that passed as your small mouth tried to fit in every inch of his pulsing cock. It was adorably obscene how your cheeks puffed up like a chipmunk stuffing nuts in its mouth, though in this case you weren’t too unlike the said animal…

If any of the other people he normally interacted with saw his expression right now, they’d be flabbergasted at the gentleness he was capable of when the only side of him everyone else got to see was the ruthless Woo-Jin. In truth, he wasn’t incapable of kindness, but rather no one really deserved it.

Except for you.

Despite being Lee Se Jun’s little sister, you were unlike him in every way. From the genuine smiles you would bestow upon a stray mutt like him during his first life, to the gentle hands that you would place upon his body as you healed him from even the tiniest of cuts or bruises. While your older brother simply hid behind a mask, you were a true beacon of light that drew him away from the darkness and bathed him in your warmth despite how unworthy he was.

He is an attack dog meant only to serve as his Master’s blade and yet within the shriveled and blackened heart of his, he craved you.

Countless nights spent rubbing his stiff length as he imagined your soft and unblemished hands wrapping around him and helping him reach completion as adrenaline pumped through his veins in between missions. Visions of your heavenly form sprawled beneath him, your normally impeccable appearance roughened up by his ravenous mouth and wandering hands plagued his mind. Woo-Jin could practically taste your sweet, delectable slick on his tongue while his nose is drowned in your heady scent as he feasts upon your core like the untamed beast that he is.

Sometimes he even imagines rutting into you inside your brother’s very own office. You bent over the large desk as he stuffs your quivering little pussy up with so much cum until there’s no way you wouldn’t be pregnant. Tits heavy and leaking with milk, your belly rounded and the glow of motherhood surrounding you as you carried his seed.

Imagining the looks on everyone’s faces, especially all those worthless pieces of shit who had their eye on you both from within and outside the guild at the sight of your condition is a sight that he will engrave in his mind.

It is he who gets the last laugh.

He cackles at the mere thought of Lee Se Jun’s final words and expression when he expressed his heartfelt intent to love and cherish his little sister now that her dearest older brother had passed.  

For all the restraint he had, there is no denying that he was and still is nothing more than a feral beast.

And the beast wanted to feast on you.

That is why when given a second chance at life, he wastes no time in achieving his mission: Destroy the Messiah Guild and expose Lee Se Jun’s true self.

“Mmmm…W-Woo-Jin am I…doing it right?”

Staring up at him so innocently while holding his cock in your hands only sent more blood straight down, something you take notice of as the organ seems to grow hotter in your hold. 

You’d never done anything like this before, a fact that both you and Woo-Jin were aware of considering how overprotective Lee Se Jun was over you. The returner could at least thank the blonde for that, as that meant you were entirely his to taint teach.

“You did perfectly, baby. Look, you made me even harder than I already am. I think I’m gonna burst at this rate,” he cooed, rough hands cradling your face to press a kiss to your forehead.

While some would curse him for sinking his claws upon such a pure soul such as yourself, Kim Woo-Jin didn’t give a rat’s ass. The fake savior was never his true master, but rather it is you that has given a stray like him a home to return to.

And your home is rather lonely with just the two of you, so filling it with the pitter-patter of little ones would make it just right.  

[struungout]

Sachi and Arataka’s heads finally returned home yesterday after being gone since January. They turned out so beautifully. ; w ;

I was honestly worried for a while that the Woojin sculpt wouldn’t work as well as I’d want for Arataka, but Kira did a fabulous job of making him look the part. He really got that scumbag with a heart of gold look lmao.

Also so happy I took a chance on this black/white wig for Sachi. I’d always envisioned her with just black hair, but the wig I’d originally wanted to get was sold out so I snagged this one instead. Figured if it didn’t work out for her, one of my other dolls could take over it. Really makes her look even more like her dad, imo.