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Re: School Life in a Different World from ZERO

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There is a legend at Lugunica Academy. The student at this academy who enjoys their youth the most is promised happiness for life. In spring, the season of new encounters, you become a student at Lugunica Academy, and after some trouble on your first day of school, you are invited to join the school's student council. The quirky student council members take a liking to you, and once you're welcomed into the group, what awaits you is a life of thrilling and fun youth with them. Who will you spend your time with at this academy, and how will you enjoy your time here?

NATSUKI SUBARU

Student Council President

The student council president of Lugnica Academy. Although he is considered to be less capable and attractive than Reinhard and Julius, he was appointed to the position thanks to the mysterious support of those around him. He says that he is not suited for the position, but he is busy with his duties as a student council president, using his dexterity and earnestness as his weapons, and is working hard to gain the support of the students as a famous student council president. He warmly welcomes the protagonist, who joined the student council for some reason, and gets along with her without any hesitation, saying, "It must be hard for two ordinary people to be together." He is so friendly that he often invites her to dinner at his house. He has a long relationship with the student council members, and is a central figure among his friends, having played a part in solving problems at Reinhard's family home, the relationship between Julius' and his brother, and rehabilitating the rebellious Ferris. However, he is not aware of this himself, and complains endlessly, "Isn't it strange that I'm the top with this group?"

Quotes

"Great timing! We were just having fun talking about you! ...Wait, but I wasn't saying anything bad about you!?"

"Ah, you're always there for me when I'm struggling... What if you keep that up and I end up falling for you?"

"You're not a lesser part of the group at all. You're a proud member with us! We love having you!"

REINHARD VAN ASTREA

Student Council Vice President

Vice President of Lugunica Academy's Student Council. Beautiful, athletic, and friendly, he is the superstar of the school, and not only the students but also the teachers are charmed by him. He likes his friends who have strengths that he does not have, and he is the driving force behind making Subaru's joke come true when he said, "If you're the vice president, I'll be the student council president," and forming the student council with his best friends. His family has produced many local notables for generations, and he lived a very controlled life in middle school, but thanks to his friends, he was able to free himself and became the friendly large dog he is today. He welcomes the protagonist into the student council, but because she is not aware of his popularity, the protagonist gets too friendly with him and gets herself into trouble. After school, he usually has dinner at Subaru or Julius' house, goes out at night with Ferris, and then goes home, living up his youth. He is probably the one closest to making the school's legend come true.

Quotes

"Thank you for your support. When you're here, I feel much more energetic than usual. It's a little strange."

"Please don't think about me so seriously. …There's nothing that I've truly embraced that didn't break."

"The student council has changed since you came. I liked it before, but I like the current student council too."

JULIUS JUUKULIUS

Student Council Treasurer

The treasurer of Lugunica Academy's Student Council. Known as "The Best," he is an honor student who is the opposite of Reinhard, but is too serious and has an airheaded temperament. He was against filling the student council positions with family members until the end, but he also brings the most personal belongings to the student council room. There was a time when he struggled with the things that come with being from a wealthy family, but he managed to get through it with the help of his younger brother. He has deep gratitude and respect for the student council members who helped him at the time. He is in the top class of academic performance, and competes with the protagonist over test scores. He can get surprisingly heated during competitions, and the tea and sweets that the protagonist gives him to keep quiet about showing that side of him make for a relaxing tea time. He is equally popular with Reinhard and the girls at school, and is childhood friends with Ferris. When the student council is noisy, it's usually Julius and Subaru arguing.

Quotes

"I apologize. You are a much more attractive woman than I could have ever imagined. I'm grateful for the opportunity to meet you."

"No more borrowed words and longwinded expressions. I just can't take my eyes off you."

"Oh dear, I'm no match for you. Well then, I promise we'll have a special tea time."

FELIX ARGYLE

Student Council Secretary

Lugunica Academy's Student Council secretary. A boyish girl with a cunning and friendly air, affectionately nicknamed "Ferris". While he is very charming, he also has a cat-like disposition, shying away when you approach him. Surprisingly, he used to be a delinquent student, and when he rebelled against his parents, his childhood friend Julius and his friends Subaru and Reinhard brought him back to the light, and that's how he is now. Contrary to his cuteness, he has a two-sided personality, and is actually more manly than any of the student council members. He has a strong sense of territory, and is actually the strictest when it comes to the protagonist. He is always ready to kick her out if something happens, so as a result, they are often together. He specializes in one talent, and his academic performance is inversely proportional to his charm, and he only becomes a secretary because someone told him, "Ferris' handwriting is so pretty." However, he does try to write beautifully.

Quotes

"Yahoo, nyani nyani, is there a fun story? Don't leave Ferri out."

"…I hate you, I hate you! I hate you so much, so please get out of my head..."

"Don't say anything unnecessary. Then you and Ferri will be friends forever, okay?"

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All images, audio & original text sourced from https://re-zero-anime.jp/

Translation is an edited machine translation per the best of my abilities

Drive link with all images and audio files (couldn't fit all 12 audio clips in one post)

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valeriiene · 3 months ago

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Haven't talked about Reinhard van Astrea for a while.... I missed him...!! :(

Thinking about the way Reinhard would hold you, how his hands would treat you with the utmost care and respect as you flail around in his embrace, completely unaware of the fact that he could crush you like a bug with sheer strength alone. His bright blue eyes shine with concern but even the most keen eye would not be able to spot the glimmer of... Something.

Reinhard's breathing halts and his heart feels like it's going to give in whenever you look his way. As a man with so many duties, he hardly has the time to think about the matters of the heart. However, the heart wants what it wants. And it craves the presence of his beloved more than it ought to.

He is not a bad man by any means but being in such a high position can have a few perks sometimes... Maybe when he's patrolling the city he can be stationed in places where he knows you frequent... That way, it won't be strange if you happen to cross paths...

Yes, that's an excellent plan.

His guilty conscience ate him up but his very human heart weeped for more. Give him all of your love, give him all of your attention.

He practically lives for it by this point.

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valeriiene · 3 months ago

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hey, so..what do we think of poly yandere reinhard and julius :3

Notes: Yandere, obsessive behaviour

I think these two would bring out some of the worst aspects of each other. That's not to say that they would fight over you, in fact, it's quite the contrary. Above all, they're good friends and genuinely get along. Both of them are aware that fighting between them wouldn't be beneficial to anyone involved. It'd leave an amount of destruction in their wake that Reinhard and Julius are eager to avoid. They've worked out any misunderstandings between them in the past and they can do it again.

Julius would, similarly to Reinhard though perhaps to a lesser extent, be tortured by a sense of guilt over his feelings. Just like him, he's dedicated to upholding the chivalrous image and virtue of a knight. His current desires are anything but virtuous. Even before his feelings for you, he'd been insecure about his attachment to others, though he'd never shown it. At every parting the thought that it might be the last would flit through his mind. But he could always keep these feelings under wraps, for the most part. It's only now that you're there that it's spinning out of control. He cannot lose you. He doesn't know what he would do if that happened. Julius doesn't want to think about it.

While Reinhard cannot get drunk, Julius is fond of a drink and it wouldn't be unexpected for his constant worries to bubble to the surface when he's spending time with his friend. The alcohol has loosened his tongue. Once he gets started, he cannot stop, and he's confessing what he swore he'd only ever keep to himself. The fact that he's been communicating with Spirits and asking them about you— Your whereabouts and activities, and how it'd only put his mind at ease for a short time before the itch started again. That he's been considering forging a contract purely to have a Spirit keep an eye on you for how long they may be able to stay materialised. That he cannot stop thinking about you, and that it's eating him up inside…

In a rare display of frustration aimed at himself, Julius' hands are clenched so hard the knuckles are turning white at the strain. He should never have said any of that. He doesn't know what to expect from Reinhard's response, but it can't be anywhere near approval.

It leaves him stunned into silence when his friend puts an arm on his shoulder, smiles at him and tells him that he's glad someone else is looking out for you, too. After that, the rest of the evening is spent talking about you. How they'd met you, all that they know about you, their thoughts and desires… Their own feelings feel far less monstrous when there is another one who shares it. That's what makes it worse. No longer are they stuck purely in their own minds, in an endless loop of self-flagellation over their own desires. Because of their ideals and personalities, neither Reinhard or Julius is likely to act on their obsession quick on their own. (Though Julius is much more sensitive to rejection.) Because, while they found comfort in their newfound understanding, they also feed into each other's anxieties with their respective obsessions.

Together, the escalation of their behaviour happens at a much quicker pace and, while they wouldn't be likely to actually kidnap you and stash you somewhere safe.

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valeriiene · 3 months ago

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Missing fairy tail luvia..

#fairy tail #luvia #lucy x juvia #juvia x lucy #lucy heartfilia #juvia lockser #juvia fanart #lucy fanart #fairy tail fanart #fanart #wlw

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valeriiene · 3 months ago

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Oh to be in a love triangle between Julius and Reinhard... The longing gazes, the constant shows of praise and devotion, the knightly courtship would be off the charts.

They would both have a very similar approach as both were raised by well off families and typically uphold good morals and proper tradition.

Out of the two, Julius would be the stiffer one but there's an awkward charm to it. He's incredibly ashamed of the dark feelings which are festering deep within his soul and he wishes to make amends for that. He typically does that by serving you in any way he possibly can, his eyes positively twinkling with glee if you give him a good reaction. However, if you're too sweet on him I fear his brain will simply cease to function. Julius won't exactly regress to a caveman but his base instincts might take over, prompting him to be harsher towards the people around him which frankly, can be a little scary! He barks like a dog and he won't be afraid to bite too.

Meanwhile Reinhard is so effortlessly smooth and charming, even if he's not your type at all there will be times when he just sweeps you off your feet. With those baby blue eyes and rose red hair, it's impossible to not at least gawk at him...

And he knows it. Boy, does he know it.

But! A knight should not take pride in such petty things and Reinhard is above all of this shenaniganery! He will cast aside his more sinister desires to the side and just focus on doing what he does best - protecting the people!

... Even if that means not being able to see you for a period of time. And well, Reinhard is anything but blind, he sees the way Julius looks at you... He carefully monitors him, how his eyes trail after your being, similarly to his own.

Oh dear. He can already feel the way his chest churns with agony and downright annoyance.

Is this what jealousy feels like?

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valeriiene · 3 months ago

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reinhard van astrea x isekai!reader

notes: obsessive behaviour/yandere, dependency @yandere-romanticaa - im the anon who sent in an ask! hope you like it <3

Domesticity is something Reinhard has never even had a taste of in his own life. His own family had fallen apart because of him all too quickly, and the little piece of happiness he can remember from his youngest days quickly became lost. After that, there had been little calm in his life, little except for training. His minimal needs taken care of by nameless servants who all looked upon him with awe, apprehension and outright fear.

Reinhard never quite managed to feel part of the human race since. He may be loved by the world, but its people would fear him. None of this ever stopped Reinhard from helping others and being the hero he is supposed to be. Though, at times, he wonders what his life might otherwise been like. In other words, like so many, he is subconsciously drawn to what he cannot have. When Reinhard falls someone, it’s most likely for someone living a relatively normal life. An unknown factor.

To Reinhard, it would be even better to meet someone who has no idea who that is. That is a tough thing to ask for, however. His face is known far and wide across Lugunica and his reputation as Sword Master stretches even beyond. It would be near impossible to meet someone whose perception of him wouldn’t be tainted by his ‘monstrous’ power.

Cue you. You have no idea what’s going on. One moment, you’d been going about your day, the next you’ve been transported into this unfamiliar and foreign world, to bustling streets full of species you don’t recognise and speaking a language you cannot understand. After crossing off ‘this is all just a dream’ from the list of possibilities, you’re faced with a frightening new reality.

You’re not taking this very well. It’s not long before you’re sitting somewhere on the cobbled ground, back against a wall and practically hyperventilating. Of course, you’re familiar with this kind of trope of fiction. You just can’t fathom how anyone could be excited about being ripped away from everything and anyone they’ve ever known. Nor have you ever fashioned yourself to be ‘main character’ material.

It’s Reinhard who finds you in a little alleyway, a little ways off from one of the main roads in Lugunica, mumbling to yourself and shaking. Most people would’ve passed by with little more than a glance, if they had even noticed you at all. That is simply the nature of large cities. But he is not the type of person to see someone in such clear distress and walk past without a second thought.

Reinhard approaches you without any hesitation. He tries to be as conspicuous as possible, adjusting his belt so his sword bumps against his side and putting down his feet a little harder than necessary, all to avoid scaring you. (Stealth is a passive Divine Protection of his. It takes him more effort to be noticed than not.) When you glance up, tear tracks clear on your cheeks and eyes wide with distress, Reinhard greets you with the most gentle smile he can muster. He kneels down in front of you, reaching out a hand with a handkerchief in it as if approaching a frightened animal. It’s a thick, soft cloth, embroidered with both his family’s colours and banner. “Please, take it,” he tells you. His smile falters a tad when, instead of breathing as fast as you were before, you seem to have stopped breathing whatsoever. But then you let out a stuttering, long exhale, shoulders slumping and mumble out a string of incomprehensible words. You wipe down your face and hide within the fabric. Out of respect, Reinhard gives you some time before prodding you with questions, looking away instead of staring. Though there are certainly things that grabbed his attention. Your way of dress, more than anything else. It’s not a type or style of clothing he recognises and, as a result, he can only assume that you’re a foreigner. Traveled here from further than the Four Great Nations, maybe. And gotten lost as a result. Reinhard doesn’t mind waiting for you to calm down. Though there might be trouble brewing somewhere else in the city, he’s certain that the rest of the guard can handle themselves for the time being. He’s not even on the job, after all. It’s important to stay in contact with the people he’s actually protecting, lest they become more of an idea or an image in his mind. He returns his focus to you once you’ve calmed down. “Do you want to talk about what happened?” This time, you look at him with no comprehension, then respond with something in your own tongue. Reinhard continues to try and communicate with you, all of the different languages he’s learned bits and pieces of out of politeness, yet none of it rings a bell for you. It’s difficult, frankly, and he’s running out of ideas. You seem to be growing closer to tears again by every second that passes. Perhaps it would be best to try and focus on something easier… A little distraction. He points at himself. “Reinhard van Astrea.” Any moment now, it must happen. There’ll be a flicker of recognition at his name, his appearance, the sword of his hip— And any hint of unguardedness will be erased and replaced by that look he is all too familiar with. That doesn’t happen. Instead, you smile. It’s wobbly and small, but it’s a smile nonetheless. You point at him. “Reinhard van Astrea,” you repeat after him. The vowels aren’t all quite correct, but that’s not an issue. He nods, smiling. Then, you point at yourself and share your own name, which he then repeats. Maybe it’s something to do with his pronunciation, or simply the relief of having fostered understanding with someone else in this city, but that’s the first time that Reinhard hears you laugh, loud and without reservation. It is that very moment that time seems to freeze, that it flits through his head that he cannot let something this precious go.

From the outside looking in though, it doesn’t seem to you that anything momentous has happened. You’ve started to doubt your ‘main character’ status, though. The man that is busying himself to make you at ease looks like he’s appeared straight out of an otome game with unnaturally bright hair and eyes to boot. He’s gorgeous to the point that it’s almost unnatural. That it’s reminiscent of a piece of art in a museum. The idea that he’s way, way out of your league is an immediate, unquestioned assumption.

Reinhard accompanies you throughout town, never straying far from your side. After mulling a little bit over a ways to communicate with you, he asks a shopkeeper for some paper and a pen, making little sketches to attempt to clarify things. He draws a rough approximation of a house and a questioning tilt of his head. Then, some coins, then stick figures of people. You have to shake your head at all of the unspoken questions. No, you have no home, no money, and no people to return to. By the end of it, your face runs hot with shame and you think you might start to cry all over again.

It’s Reinhard who, in the end, assures that you have a roof over your head and money to spend. You have no idea how to make it up to him. Not the mention, you don’t even have the words to express your gratitude. It’s a little one-room apartment that he’s bought for you in a quieter neighbourhood of the capital and your first self-imposed goal is to pay him back. The most people such as yourself can do around town is menial labour: lugging goods around, cleaning as a maid or anything of the sort. It’s either this, or do nothing inside of your room all day. You prefer the work, even if it’s exhausting.

Reinhard really only accepts the money you present him with to stop you from feeling worse about the situation. As soon as he figured out what you were doing, he’d taken you to a more reputable home in the city as soon as he got, acting as your ‘translator’ when you asked why. Of course, with him vouching for you, there was no question about the job or your higher salary.

He’s away for long stretches of time, but when he’s around he’s teaching you bits and pieces of the language. Reinhard isn’t the best at teaching though he tries his best. You pick up most of the language through listening to others speak, to struggling your way through novels after he taught you the script. All he asks for in return is for you to teach him a little of your own language to even better communicate with you. (You try not to think to hard about how it’s a language that, in this world, will die with you.)

Around you, he recalls what he was like as a young child. Shy, almost, at times struggling to figure out what to say. It’s an entirely unfamiliar feeling. Reinhard does feel a bit bad about keeping you in the dark. He purposefully doesn’t teach you some of the words people refer to him with. He doesn’t want you to change the way you look at him.

The same goes for his courting attempts. Any attempt at romance from him seems to fly over your head. (As previously stated, you consider him so far out of your league that it simply doesn’t cross your mind as a possibility.) Reinhard can accept that. For now, at least, and as long as you do not take another.

He values the little pretend life you’ve built together, even though it’s built on an unsteady foundation. Reinhard starts to yearn for the next time he can spend moments by your side, that he can go ‘home’ and see your face light up. He doesn’t know what he’d do if anything happened to you. Because of that, he must ensure he stays close, though he cannot avoid being sent away more often than he’d like. Selfishly, he continues to pay for your things even as you gain the means to look after yourself. It makes him feel better about it all.

If Reinhard is a force of nature, then you are caught in the eye of the storm. There’s little he needs to do about things such as romantic rivals or possible dangers to your life. Reinhard van Astrea’s shadow looms over you through your close association alone, even if you aren’t aware of it, and shapes the way people carry themselves around you. In the case there were those who overstepped, a request from Reinhard would be enough to get them to back off.

He doesn’t want you to be unhappy, he truly doesn’t. But when you complain that you cannot seem to make real friends with anyone, that there’s always this kind of… Distance and discomfort you can’t explain, he’s a little happy that he’s there to fill that gap. Once he has the courage, he’ll tell you how he feels. Your response will dictate whether you stay stable, or get swept out in the currents.

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valeriiene · 5 months ago

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Re: Zero Otome AU

More about about some of the characters

Let’s start with our protagonist, Subaru!

Subaru is very similar to his beloved canon counterpart. The main difference is that his guilty pleasure is playing otome games. His favourite one is Thaumaturgy Through a Frozen Heart (aka the otome version of the re: zero world), where the heroine is Emilia! Even though she’s the protagonist, Subaru latches onto her as his favourite and comfort character.

Emilia has the same personality as canon, only difference is how her story goes. She’s still feared and disliked because she’s a half-elf, however, she’s actually related to Satella rather than it being just stigma against elves. A lot of her bad endings end in death which Subaru wants to avoid once he gets transported into the game.

There are two capture targets that I’m sure of: Julius and Reinhard. Subaru adores Emilia and wants to give her the best possible ending, and he doesn’t think he can do that. So, instead, he settles on being a matchmaker and chooses Reinhard (not Julius because Subaru still beefing with him even in an entirely different universe lol).

Reinhard is the top of the students, best in practically all the subjects except for magic. He’s still that good natured guy in canon, not much has changed there. He’s a part of the student council.

Julius may not be the top student but he is pointed to as a model student to be looked up to and emulate. Also a part of the student council.

In game, Otto was the npc you would go to for items. Everything you need? He’s got! Although he plays a supporting role in the AU, he’s not any less fond of Subaru than the others. Don’t underestimate this codependent twink, he’s still got a leg in the (vying for Subaru’s love) competition!

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valeriiene · 6 months ago

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Webtoon

JUNGLE JUICE

hyeseong cha x reader finding out about his powers

#webtoon #webtoon x reader #x reader #webtoon masterlist

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valeriiene · 6 months ago

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Hyeseong Cha - You Discover His Secret

Pairing: Hyeseong Cha (Jungle Juice) x reader

Synopsis: An accident reveals his inhumanity. 1.4k

A/N: This is for all the 5 people that read Jungle Juice on Webtoon and have tumblr and like Hyeseong Cha.

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This grump would rather face Dohwa’s wrath before willingly exposing his secret to you. He's always wearing long (and thick) pants, even in the dead of summer. He's so strict about cuddling, too, afraid of you touching him and feeling a difference even through the fabric. He has to constantly manage his speed and strength so he doesn't tip you off. He could crush you with a hug, or break the floor by running too fast, or — god forbid — activate the scythes on his legs and seriously hurt you. Every movement had to be managed, calculated, thoroughly planned. Through no fault of your own, being with you exhausted him.

His hesitance comes from a sincere place: not wanting to burden you with his colossal problems or his mutation. Hyeseong already knows his personality and brain power aren't the most desirable, and doesn't want this one, simple, teeny tiny itty bitty thing to push you over the edge. In time he does let slip that he has a 'skin condition' on his legs that he doesn't want you to see. That's all he'll give up.

All it took was one of your unannounced entrances, one collision, and one fall to unravel Hyeseong’s secret. He leaned harder against the wall when you tried to near him. Near his mutation. His voice was venom when he interrupted your advance. “You don't have to do this.”

You looked up from the revelation of his secret. “Do what?”

“Pity me.”

Your shoulders sagged. Something in your chest shrunk. “This isn't pity, Hyeseong, I want to talk about. . . this.” You waved between the two of you.

“No, you want to talk about this—” he gestured to his legs, “please don't draw this out. Just say whatever excuse you can think of and I'll leave.”

“You want to leave?”

The nighttime darkness in his room made his green eyes glow. “Don't you?”

“No. I want to make sure you're okay, I want to get you to trust me, I want to learn.” You dared not move. The man across from you was teetering on a precipice. One wrong word and he could bolt.

Hyeseong scoured the room for a decision. His parents still hardly looked at him the few times he'd returned home. The words of his classmates shouted: don't. It's not worth it. She won't understand. Forget it. Don't bother. Once you do it, you can't go back.

Hyeseong couldn’t face you while you processed his condition.

A hard, black, smooth substance had replaced the skin of his legs. Sharp ridges protruded from the sides of his calves and thighs. Rather than seamless flesh, his legs were made of overlapping defensive plates. It explained the sweatpants, aversion to touch, lack of intimacy, sudden absences, the look in his eyes every time you asked him if he was okay.

“I hurt you.” He interrupted, staring at the blood coming from the scrapes on your arms. The spines on his legs were sharp enough to cut steel – and now your skin – with the barest of touches. You could see he was stone-tense, waiting for your decision. In that moment you didn't care about the cuts or his legs. . . his concern for you was stronger than his fear, and it told you everything.

You approached delicately. He was so distracted he didn’t seem to notice. “I'm okay.”

“No, you're not.” Hyeseong thoughtlessly reached for your wounds only to catch himself. “Sorry.”

You closed the last foot. His muscles hardened visibly – he dared not move while you were in reach of his spines. “Don’t be sorry,” you said, hands halting just before touching his face. Without words, you waited for his answer.

Hyeseong will never know what possessed him to nod, but he was glad he did. His heart seemed to burst, release some great pull of tension, when you held his jaw. Buzzing tingles erupted in his skin. He didn’t even know he’d shut his eyes until they opened moments later. You were still there, smiling just as you had the first time you’d met. He could feel his heart squeeze tight enough to cramp. His hands covered your own and laced your fingers together tightly. “You’re not grossed out?”

“Not at all,” you rushed, “I’m only sad you thought you had to keep this from me.”

He brought your foreheads together and inhaled your scent. “It’s not you. I wanted to tell you so many times, but I know its weird, not human.”

“Who told you that?” Your eyes were lazer sharp and focused. Hyeseong trepidatiously watched you look at his legs and felt the air leave his lungs all over again, but when your eyes returned to his, all he saw was gentle compassion no matter how hard he looked. “I can’t imagine how difficult this must have been for you.”

Try as he might, he couldn’t come up with a reply. His chest still felt two sizes too small. “Let’s take care of these cuts.” He said instead, carefully taking hold of your arms. Blessedly, they weren’t too deep. He could have done serious, permanent damage. You gave into his worries, yet determined to unpack his shame another time. Hyeseong was silent when he led you to the bathroom, sat you on the counter, and flicked on the light, knowing you would see his legs without the comfort of darkness. You kept your eyes on his hands while they riffled through the med kit he pulled from under the sink.

“Do they hurt?”

Eyes the color of a summer forest and just as lively flitted to yours for a moment. He swallowed. “Not anymore. My professors keep me in plenty of training.” One by one Hyeseong set out rubbing alcohol, bandages, tape, and a couple of hand towels that would probably be thrown out after this. Your heart squeezed when he stood between your legs, but when he took your hands in his, brought them up for scrutiny, it was impossible to hide the flinches every time he pulled the skin or brushed the tender wounds. Most weren’t deep, but the row of slashes – perfect matches to the thorns lining his legs – hated the touch of air or anything else. He cussed, visibly upset when he saw the extent of damage, and you startled again. Hyeseong threw a towel over your lap to catch the occasional drips of blood.

You tried to descelate. “It’s okay–”

“It’s not,” he bit back, twisting the cap off the rubbing alcohol, covering it with a towel, and tipping it. “Look what I did to you.” In one move he turned your arm over and placed the rag straight on the wounds. You choked on a yelp, free hand fisting the hem of his jacket. Hyeseong’s eyes softened when he saw your lip pulled tight between your teeth. “Sorry.”

He deftly set about cleaning the cuts. Antiseptic. Gauze. Bandage. Antiseptic. Gauze. Bandage. Fast and efficient. Too good. Added to the fitness, caution, and occasional injury he never fully explained, it began to paint a very clear and disheartening picture. Hyeseong wasn’t just doing homework and taking tests at that school. Your hand stopped his with a gentle grasp. His eyes widened a fraction as they continued to stare at the wound you now blocked from his sight. You got close enough to feel his bangs tickle your forehead. “What do they have you doing at that school?”

A muscle in his cheek tightened. “Don’t worry about it.”

It was apparent when Hyeseong wanted to drop something. He had just revealed his biggest secret to you – maybe that was enough for tonight. After a begrudging sigh, you sat back again. Time passed, punctuated by the occasional disapproving growl when blood trickled from a cut or you shied away at the dab of alcohol. You spent much of it admiring the color in his eyes and cheeks. Minutes or hours later your arms were expertly mummified in many layers of wrappings and Hyeseong was tidying up. “Can I meet your friends now?” You tactlessly blurted.

His nose pinched. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Your back lost some rigidity. It was probably for the best; what would some superhumans want with you? They probably all had cool, shiny exoskeletons and straight A’s at the special superhuman school. It was a miracle Hyeseong hung out with you – “Wait, that’s not. . . I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just – they’re kind of a lot.”

You looked from your lap. “I still want to.”

Hyeseong held you delicately in his eyes. The bandages to the little jut of your lips. A tiny smile relaxed the bulge of muscle between his brows. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

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valeriiene · 6 months ago

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Ultraviolent Heart

╰┈➤You know how it ends. From the very beginning, you carried that knowledge like an inescapable burden, a quiet ache that shaped your every choice. Yet you stayed—for him. Jin Woo—your confidant, your light in a world of darkness—could never walk with you to the very end. But you couldn't take it anymore. It was too much to bear. So, you leave - knowing your place by his side was never meant to last.

Left behind is Jin Woo, with questions no one will answer and a gaping void where your presence once was. You are gone, and yet the emptiness you leave lingers longer than any memory. ༊*·˚

Crywolf - ULTRAVIOLENT [adrenochrome] ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚--~

Your heart is torturing me.

Knock.

The dull sound of his fist striking rotting wood echoed through the air.

Once—not too hard.

Twice—with more force.

Three times—before the rigid concrete wall could no longer withstand the immense power of the Shadow Monarch. Cracks spread across the structure, and where solid stone once stood, now a large, gaping hole remained, with Jin Woo’s hand at its center—much like the gaping hole in his heart.

The overwhelming anger he felt threatened to consume him entirely. Beru flinched violently, fear creeping up his limbs as his master’s eyes glowed dangerously. He had brought bad news—perhaps the worst Jin Woo had received in a long time.

"Search more thoroughly."

The black-haired man’s voice cut through the silence like his blades through flesh. Yet, despite his usual composed demeanor, his voice quivered with rage.

Beru wanted to point out that it was a pointless endeavor. If you were still there, he would have already found you. But his master would not accept that answer.

"Yes, my king," Beru replied reverently before retreating into the shadows, leaving Jin Woo alone in his fury.

This couldn’t be true. No one could simply vanish without a trace. And yet, it seemed that was exactly what had happened.

A thousand miles an hour again.

It had been a week, and none of his shadows could locate you. Even the Hunter’s Association had been unable to find any information about your current whereabouts. There wasn’t even a hint that you had left the country.

But giving up the search would mean it was over. It would mean that a part of him was gone forever and that the memories you shared were nothing more than illusions.

He clung to the last shred of hope he had because, no matter how furious he was with you, he desperately wanted answers.

And all that stays with me

How could you do this to him? He had trusted you so much, and you had abandoned him in the most cowardly way possible—without a word. No goodbye, no note, no message—as if you had never existed. And with that, you had torn a massive hole in his heart.

The anger began to ebb, only to be replaced with a suffocating fear—a fear that had gripped him time and time again in recent days.

Is the fear inside my gut.

It felt as though he was bleeding out, choking, drowning in place. As though his heart was overflowing with pain, longing for your warmth and softness, and all the things he had never been able to say—the things you had denied him. The fear that he would soon no longer remember you gnawed at his soul.

Memories were all he had left of you, yet even they were beginning to fade. What did your voice sound like again? Your beautiful face, once so vivid in his mind, was now blurring. Were you only a beautiful dream from which he had now awakened?

You're the fear inside my gut -‘๑’-

Two years had passed since you had been pulled into this world—the world you knew so well, almost like the back of your hand. The world that had accompanied you through so many sleepless nights as you eagerly read each chapter on your smartphone.

But just as you were about to finish the story, with the last chapter ahead of you, the universe intervened. You were pulled into the story yourself, long before Jin Woo set foot in the double dungeon.

You became Player 2. The system welcomed you like an old friend, and you quickly adapted. At first, you wanted to return home, but the system refused your departure with a single window:

[You can only leave the game when you truly want to.]

And, evidently, you didn’t truly want to leave. You wanted to stay, to experience firsthand the world you had come to know so well. And so, you stayed—with the goal of making life a little easier for Jin Woo, as though that was your purpose.

Starting as a C-rank mage with a few healing spells, you participated in every raid Jin Woo was involved in, which quickly made you friends. He had admired your strength from the beginning, just as you had admired his courage and determination.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t always lend him a helping hand. Every time something story-relevant occurred, no matter how you tried to intervene, it would inevitably happen anyway—only the timing or the path there would show minor deviations.

Whenever this happened, the system would display a message:

[The story will not change.]

The system made it painfully clear that you had no influence over key story elements. And though you had never had issues with the system before, these moments felt like mockery—a cruel reminder of your limitations.

No matter how heavy your heart felt or how deeply you wished you could change things, events unfolded as they were meant to. Ultimately, all you could do was make Jin Woo’s journey a little lighter, which he accepted with gratitude. The two of you were like light and shadow—one could not exist without the other.

You’ve been my reason to breathe

Not only were you an incredible team in battle, your abilities complementing one another seamlessly, but everyone who knew you—or even those who didn’t—could see that you belonged together. He trusted you; you were the light in his life. The lifeline that kept him from drowning in a sea of darkness. The one who reminded him he was still human whenever he no longer felt like one. The one who had held his trembling hands whenever he needed it—even after those hands had taken lives.

You were the one who stayed with him through so many nights, just to keep him from being alone with himself. The one his shadows respected and whom Beru grandly referred to as "his queen."

His shadows had known from the start how Jin Woo felt about you. But he feared telling you, terrified that it might drive you away. No heartbreak in the world could compare to the thought of you no longer by his side.

Of course, you had noticed, probably much sooner than anyone else. How his behavior changed—how his cheeks would flush whenever you complimented him. How he sought your company more often, how his voice would falter when you came close. Things that had always been intimate but normal between you suddenly left him flustered.

How deeply you wished you could give in to it, but you knew better. There was no happy ending for the two of you. You knew it, and the system knew it—perhaps that’s why it had never responded to his advances. Only Jin Woo remained blissfully unaware, while you locked your feelings away and buried them deep.

The gravity that pulls me in

Despite your efforts to keep him at arm’s length—to keep yourself at arm’s length—those moments grew more frequent. Moments when your gazes lingered a second too long or his hugs lasted just a little longer than necessary. Moments when his hand found yours, and your fingers intertwined. Moments when the two of you lay side by side, silently watching the stars, just to have an excuse to share the night.

It was almost impossible to push him away when he looked at you with such tenderness, smiling at you as though you were all he needed. The thought that the two of you didn’t have a chance began to fade into the background, and as long as the system didn’t intervene, everything felt fine.

I can't escape the weight of your ultraviolent heart

Until that day.

-‘๑’-

The Jeju Island raid had been about two weeks ago, and life had returned to normal. People mourned the fallen S-Rank hunters but celebrated the victory of reclaiming the island. You hadn’t participated in the raid yourself, only watched from a distance—at least until the moment when Hunter Cha was injured and Jin-Woo rushed to her aid.

The thought sent a pang straight to your gut.

What disgusting and pathetic thoughts to have. After all, Cha had nearly died—you knew that all too well. And yet, you struggled to ignore the stabbing pain in your chest, which worsened when she showed up at the guild's office building.

As usual, when there was nothing to do, you lay sprawled on the couch, your head resting lazily on Jin-Woo's lap while he scrolled through his phone.

At first, Jinho had been a little taken aback by the closeness between you two. But he’d quickly adjusted to the fact that his two best friends behaved like a couple—despite not being one.

Suddenly, a knock came at the door, and Jinho looked up from his computer.

You were momentarily confused before realization struck. You’d spent so many days here that you’d completely forgotten about when Hae-In was supposed to arrive. If it were up to you, you would’ve bolted; the less interaction with her, the better. But that would’ve raised too many questions.

You felt Jin-Woo shift, and you immediately sat up, unwilling to give the wrong impression. The black-haired man gave you a confused look as your warmth left his lap—though he made no move to get up himself.

“Who could that be?” Jinho asked, heading toward the door. You could already hear her soft voice as he opened it.

“Is this Mr. Sung’s office?” she asked quietly. When the door opened fully, all eyes fell on the blonde beauty in the doorway.

She wasn’t just pretty; she was immensely strong. Not stronger than you, but far more graceful in everything she did. She was perfect in every way, much to your dismay.

Her eyes widened briefly when she saw you, but she quickly masked her surprise with a polite cough.

Jin-Woo had now risen as well, his gaze cool and appraising as he looked at the young Hunter whose life he’d saved.

“What brings you here, Miss Cha?” he asked, his tone cold—devoid of the softness he reserved for you.

The blonde hesitated for a moment before stating that she wanted to join the guild.

Jin-Woo’s expression didn’t change, though Jinho looked like he’d just been hit with a bombshell.

This wasn’t a surprise to you, of course, but the words still felt like a blow to the stomach.

Less than five minutes later, you found yourself sitting across from Hae-In on the sofa. Jin-Woo sat beside you, once again asking why she was there. The blonde reiterated her desire to join the guild, causing Jin-Woo to frown in confusion as she sipped nervously on a cola. She dismissed his speculations, her cheeks growing redder with every passing moment as she avoided eye contact.

It was almost ironic how Jin-Woo, despite his overwhelming strength, had no clue that Hae-In was flustered. Of course, you knew better. She wanted to be near him because, unlike others, he smelled good and intrigued her. And you had to accept that.

When her face turned beet red and she began fanning herself nervously, Jin-Woo paused and asked again why she was going to such lengths to join the guild.

“I want to live a comfortable life. Is that so wrong?” she replied softly.

Jinho popped up behind you, whispering, “The Hunters Guild must’ve overworked her.”

Jin-Woo’s eyes darted to you, silently asking a question: What do you think?

Of course, you hated the idea. You didn’t want to lose him to her—but what could you do?

Your contemplative expression and brief hesitation were all Jin-Woo needed. He turned back to Hae-In and rejected her request.

Your eyes widened, staring in disbelief at the black-haired man. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go—the conversation wasn’t over yet.

Hae-In lowered her head, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.

“I understand,” she murmured, looking utterly dejected.

Panic surged through you. What was happening? A deviation?

“W-wait!” you blurted out, drawing everyone’s attention. Hae-In’s gaze flickered with hope, while Jin-Woo raised an inquisitive brow.

“P-please give us five minutes, Miss Cha,” you said, quickly standing and grabbing Jin-Woo’s hand to drag him into the adjacent room.

Almost disappointed when you released his hand, Jin-Woo looked at you as the door closed behind you.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked, hands on your hips.

He seemed genuinely confused by your question.

“What?”

“Why are you rejecting her?!” you demanded.

Jin-Woo shrugged, his expression indifferent.

“I don’t want her in the guild,” he said flatly, his gray eyes avoiding yours.

He wanted to tell you that you were more than enough for him—that she was unnecessary. But saying so might’ve been too much in this situation.

“This is a one-time opportunity!” you argued, hoping he’d use his brain for once.

“I have you. We don’t need anyone else,” he countered, his cheeks tinged pink.

What the hell was he saying?

No, things couldn’t go this way—it would disrupt the entire timeline. Your thoughts spiraled.

“Then… have her fight Beru!” you blurted out. Jin-Woo stared at you, dumbfounded.

“And why would I do that? She’ll lose,” he said, still not understanding why this mattered so much to you.

“Then it’s a win-win. She doesn’t feel rejected, and you… get rid of her.”

He seemed to consider your words for a moment. From his shadow, the winged ant manifested.

“What do you think?” Jin-Woo asked.

The insect clicked its mandibles excitedly.

“Kekeke, that’s a wonderful idea, my queen,” it replied, clearly far too enthusiastic.

Why could you understand it? No clue. It was probably because you were also a Player, and Jin-Woo had drilled it into Beru from the start that he should listen to you as well. Besides, you liked him—and he liked you.

You looked expectantly at the Shadow Monarch, whose lips curved into a smile as he turned back to you.

“If it makes you happy,” he said, placing a hand on your head. A soft blush spread across your cheeks.

-‘๑’-

"Why the hell?!" you asked the moment your feet touched solid ground again.

You, Jin-Woo, and Hae-In now stood in the middle of the training arena. You hadn’t wanted to be part of this situation in the first place, and when the black-haired man had pulled the blonde closer, it had sent a sharp pain through your chest. You wanted to leave. But Jin-Woo had grabbed you by the wrist and brought you here, knowing that words alone wouldn’t convince you to stay. For once, he had chosen to be selfish.

Clearly irritated, you pulled yourself free from his grip and moved away from the two of them, seeking refuge at the edge of the arena. You trusted Beru to avoid accidentally hurting you, but the ant could be reckless in battle.

Jin-Woo watched you walk away, his mouth opening as if to stop you, but you were already storming off. This would have consequences later...

While Jin-Woo and Cha retreated to the armory, you were finally alone with your thoughts for the first time that day. Worry gnawed at you. Everything was unfolding differently than the story you remembered. Was it your fault? Had you interfered too much? If so, why hadn’t the system reacted? And if not... then what was the reason? Something was terribly wrong... but what?

Your mind drifted back to the manhwa, trying to recall the exact details of the events. Yet they eluded you. Meanwhile, the two hunters returned. Cha was now equipped with a weapon, and Jin-Woo stood several meters away. It wasn’t until Beru’s overwhelming aura enveloped your senses that realization struck.

This wasn’t right... She was supposed to face Igris first.

Before you could voice your concerns, the battle had already begun.

The fight went horribly wrong. Beru had lost control, and if Jin-Woo hadn’t stopped him, he would have torn Hae-In apart. The arena lay in ruins, and the black-haired man stood protectively in front of the blonde, while Beru fell to his knees, apologizing profusely.

Slowly, the conversation from the manhwa came back to you. She would tell him that she was interested in him.

I’ve been splintering apart

Badump.

Your heartbeat grew louder in your ears as the other sounds faded into the background.

Badump.

Your heart clenched as your eyes remained fixed on the two of them. They looked good together... too good.

Badump.

Panic slowly but surely crept up your limbs. You didn’t want to be here when she said it. You didn’t want to see it. You didn’t want to face the truth. You had known it all along, but you had willingly ignored it. They were meant to be together.

Badump.

Breaking open from the start

Your breaths became shallow, and your pounding heart grew louder as you watched Hae-In’s cheeks flush pink. Soon, you would see his eyes light up as he realized why Hae-In had taken on all these burdens. The pain in your chest made it hard to breathe, and you felt tears welling up in your eyes.

Badump.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

You didn’t even hear the black-haired man call your name as you bolted out of the arena. The cold air outside whipped against your face.

But you didn’t get far. A warm hand gently grabbed your wrist and pulled you back, forcing you to stop.

“Hey!” His voice was both frustrated and worried—clearly not understanding why you had left without a word.

“Let me go, please,” you said softly, tugging lightly to reinforce your words. But Jin-Woo didn’t loosen his grip. If anything, he held on tighter to keep you from walking away.

You bit your lower lip, holding back tears. You avoided looking at him, unable to face the concern in his eyes.

“Hey... it’s not your fault this happened. I shouldn’t have let her fight him in the first place,” he said, his voice quieter now. Was that it? Did he think you felt guilty?

The evening continued its quiet work, slowly but surely extinguishing all the colors. Deep blue blended with pale orange where the last warriors of the sun made their final stand.

Gates of heaven are closing

Much like your emotions, fighting against the encroaching darkness—the images of the two of them vivid in your mind.

“That’s not it,” you replied, your voice strained.

Jin-Woo’s concerned expression hardened further. Was it... because he had dragged you here against your will?

But that wasn’t it.

Your throat felt tight, and you swallowed hard.

“That wasn’t fair of me... I’m sorry, I—” Jin-Woo began, but when he saw your face, the words caught in his throat.

Your expression was equal parts hurt and angry. Your [E/C] eyes, usually so bright with joy, were brimming with tears.

Why was this idiot here and not with Hae-In? Had he left her standing there? Why was he making it so hard for you to do the right thing?

His eyes widened, and his heart sank into his stomach as he took in your pained expression. What was wrong? What had he done?

“Why aren’t you with her?” you managed to ask, your voice trembling. Jin-Woo reflexively released your wrist in shock. What? Who?

You seized the opportunity and ran, leaving Jin-Woo momentarily speechless as his mind raced.

Did you mean Hae-In? Why should he be with her? That made no sense to him at all.

Until suddenly, realization struck. Could it be that...? No. That couldn’t be it.

He quickly caught up to you, your gaze fixed stubbornly ahead.

“Stop,” his voice was calm, and his tone commanding, but you had no intention of listening.

When you ignored his second plea, he firmly grabbed your wrist once more.

The protest died in your throat as he pulled you into his chest, trapping you in a warm embrace.

What did you do in my head?

His scent filled your nose, and the warmth of his body spread through your limbs as hot tears streamed down your cheeks.

Why?

Jin-Woo held you tightly against him, one hand on your waist—the other buried in your hair.

“Wha—” you began, your voice trembling, but he silenced you with a soft sound.

“Because I want to be with you,” the black-haired man murmured into your hair, before gently pulling you away to look into your eyes.

The cool gray of his eyes softened, as it always did when he spoke to you, catching your [E/C]. But this time, there was nothing playful in his gaze. He was serious.

Jin-Woo noticed the confusion written on your face.

One of his hands found its way to your cheek, a warm tingling spreading across your skin as he cupped your face.

What are you doing?

“You asked me why I’m not with her,” he explained, gently wiping away a tear that had escaped from the corner of your eye. He had never seen you cry before, and he didn’t like the sight. Especially not if he was the reason.

Weren’t you laying in my bed

He had never intended to tell you, but he couldn’t keep it inside any longer. It had to come out. You needed to know how much you meant to him—that she didn’t matter and that you were everything he had ever wanted.

“I just want to be with you,” he repeated, his voice trembling ever so slightly. He leaned down slightly, as if even this close wasn’t close enough. His breathing quickened as the sun’s rays fought valiantly against the darkness creeping over the sky.

Your heart pounded wildly, and your thoughts raced. Your palms grew sweaty, and you felt as though you might faint at any moment. The tension between you was palpable, begging for resolution.

You wanted to bridge the remaining inches, to tell him how you felt—to throw all your plans out the window.

Jin-Woo took a deep breath.

“[Y/N], I lo—”

[The course of the story remains unchanged.]

The window that flickered behind the black-haired man for a fraction of a second was a knife in your heart, now riddled with cracks, as you reflexively pressed a finger to his lips, stopping his sentence.

He fell silent immediately, looking at you in confusion, his heart hammering wildly in his chest. Had he misread the signs after all?

Telling me I was chosen

“Don’t,” you whispered softly—your voice barely audible, but he heard it clearly.

If he said those three words, it would be over—there would be no turning back. If he said those words, you would break. If not now, then eventually—when fate ran its course. Because if you had learned one thing, it was that the system would find a way.

His throat tightened, and his chest constricted.

"I can’t—" you began haltingly, stumbling over your words. You couldn’t think of a single sentence that would make this situation any less painful for him.

You lowered your gaze, feeling Jin-Woo give up. His embrace loosened, and his arms fell limply to his sides.

You didn’t want to do this, but you had no choice. There simply wasn’t a happy ending for the two of you. Happiness together wasn’t meant to be.

Jin-Woo was hurt—he couldn’t believe how wrong he had been.

"I’m so sorry," you whispered before daring to look into his eyes one last time—eyes filled with anguish—before you turned and walked away.

-‘๑’-

The following weeks were quiet. Too quiet.

Jin-Woo and you hadn’t spoken since. Both of you were waiting for the other to take the first step, but neither of you dared to break the uncomfortable silence.

For Jin-Woo, the situation was clear: you didn’t return his feelings and wanted distance, just as much as he did. Yet it still felt wrong.

Your presence had taken over his life; he saw your shadow everywhere. Your absence had left a gaping hole, and the simplest things no longer brought him joy. Even Jinho was dejected. His shadows, too, felt the emptiness your absence had created in his heart—his inner turmoil and recklessness as he threw himself into battles reflected it.

Beru, in particular, wasn’t happy about your absence and kept asking after you until Jin-Woo firmly explained that you wouldn’t be coming back. The insect accepted it, albeit with a heavy heart.

Now I don’t even know you, and that’s the best part of it

Weeks turned into months, and Jin-Woo had regained much of his strength. He had grown more ruthless, focused solely on his goals. He had achieved so much, but none of it mattered if you weren’t there to cheer him on.

Neither the recognition from the Hunter’s Association nor the countless media articles praising him to the skies brought him any satisfaction. It wasn’t your recognition, so he didn’t need it.

He buried his heavy heart behind a wall of indifference, but he realized he was drifting further and further from any semblance of a normal life. He was rarely home, found himself in increasingly precarious situations during battles, and noticed how little he cared.

No matter what he did, nothing could fill the void.

It simply couldn’t go on like this, so he decided to do something he usually resisted.

He resolved to ask Hae-In on a date.

All I know, you’re the only thing that I see in color

While Jin-Woo threw himself into leveling up, you had shut yourself away at home for some time. Jin-Woo’s wounded face was burned into your mind; after all, it was the last thing you had seen of him.

Guilt gnawed at you, sapping your strength and will to move forward.

You had lost weight, only left your home for absolute necessities, and spent most of your time sleeping. You cried so much that you began to believe you had no tears left.

Every fiber of your being missed him.

His voice.

His scent.

His laughter.

Even his reprimanding tone when you and Beru got into trouble.

Everything about him. Your heart cried out for him, whether you were awake or asleep.

This heart is torturing me

A sigh escaped your lips as you stared at your phone screen—the numerous missed calls from Jinho had gradually become fewer, but he never gave up.

More guilt.

But what could you do to fix this? Calling Jin-Woo? Just tell him the truth? Maybe that would be the fairest way…

Countless times, you had typed his number into your phone, only to stop yourself at the last second. The fear that he wouldn’t believe you was too great. Or was it the fear that he would believe you?

You shook your head and stood up. This couldn’t go on. You had to talk to him, at least one last time—to come clean before you returned home.

You couldn’t bear the silence between you anymore.

The only pain I understand

Your eyes widened as you stared at the TV screen. A photo had just appeared on the display—your hands instantly dropped the paper cup you’d been holding, spilling the hot coffee it contained onto the ground.

With your mouth slightly open, you stared at the screen, which was displayed in the shop window of a store you had just been walking past.

You had stopped in your tracks as the image suddenly changed, revealing a paparazzi photo.

It showed Jin-Woo and Hae-In, with his arm around her shoulders.

Maybe it didn’t mean anything—maybe it was all just a big misunderstanding—but in your current state, you didn’t want to hear any of it.

Your heart had already cracked when you had to reject his feelings, but this time it felt as though it had shattered into a thousand pieces.

Your mouth went dry, and you couldn’t form a single coherent thought.

You stared at the picture as if hypnotized.

You half-expected a spiteful inner voice to appear, taunting you and telling you it had been right all along—but it stayed silent.

I can't escape the weight of your ultraviolent heart

You tore your gaze away from the screen, and your legs started moving on their own.

Faster.

Much faster.

As if you could somehow run away from it, as if these images wouldn’t follow you for the rest of your life.

Your body instinctively reacted to the pain in your soul, numbing it.

The pain ebbed away, leaving behind an emptiness that took over, shielding you from breaking down—at least for the moment.

When the door to your apartment finally closed behind you, shutting you away from the public’s eyes, every bullet hit you at once.

Your stomach churned, forcing you to vomit into the sink.

Your body doubled over, and you clung to the edge of the counter until the shaking subsided, until you rinsed your mouth and collapsed to your knees, clutching at your chest in anguish.

Your body trembled uncontrollably as you screamed out the pain you had been holding back for so long. You screamed until your voice grew hoarse, until no words could escape your throat anymore.

How had it come to this? Why had he entered your life if he was never meant to stay? Why was the universe so cruel? What had you done to deserve this?

It’s a poison in my gut

It took an eternity for your body to stop trembling and the sobs to subside. Your tears dried up, your body too exhausted to produce any more.

You sat on the floor, your back against the wall, drained of all strength. Your head throbbed, and every trace of willpower had left your body.

Weakly, you lifted your hand and swiped downward in the air.

[Do you really wish to leave the game?] [Yes] / [No] [Yes]

Jin-Woo woke with a silent scream from his nightmare, his hand outstretched, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. His breath came in ragged gasps as he sat bolt upright in bed, his eyes darting frantically around the room.

A few seconds passed before he realized he was in his bedroom. The full moon shone through his window, bathing everything in silver light.

It was just a dream…a damn nightmare. But it had felt so incredibly real.

His hand clutched at his chest, which ached under the crushing weight of emotion. He had seen your tear-streaked face as you looked at him, whispering a faint, “Goodbye.” Relief washed over him as he realized it had only been a dream. He rubbed his eyes, only to notice the glimmer of tears on his hand under the moonlight.

But it still felt so real - he felt so hollow, as though a giant hole had opened in his chest. As if something was terribly wrong. His mind wandered to you once again, missing the warmth of your Presence once more. He was sure you had seen the News, the speculations and rumors about his relationship with the blonde S-Rank - but they were all false. He only wanted to shield her from the Spotlights, since it was him who dragged her along in the first place. The Date with Hae-In was a welcoming distraction from fighting in a Dungeon, but it felt all wrong. It just made him realize once more, that it was you he wanted by his side - as lovers or friends, he couldn't care less. He just wanted you.

His resolve hardened: tomorrow, he would visit you and ask for your forgiveness, hoping you would be willing to forgive him. Hoping the empty feeling would finally disappear, that he would be whole again.

With that thought in mind, he drifted back to sleep. But the emptiness remained.

You’re the only thing that I see in color.

[to be continued....] ღ ◌ ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌ ღ

Wow, this story just came to me while I was on the bus, listening to music…what can I say—I had to write it down before it was too late!

English isn’t my first language! I hope everything was understandable and legible.

since y'all are just suckers for drama, there will be a part two~ But first, the first chapter of my other Jin Woo x Reader story [Anomaly] will release next week! stay tuned! The Prologue is already out! Thanks for all reblogs, likes & comments.'*•.¸♡ I really appreciate it <3 ♡¸.•*' ~Utopia ༊*·˚

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"does it look okay?"

itoshi sae has grown rather good at this—compartmentalizing his attraction to you. you're his little brother's best friend, after all.

he's grown good at ignoring the fact that he knows you've always had a crush on him.

he's managed all these years, even when you moved back home after university with a footballer boyfriend (the first boyfriend you ever really seemed serious about). even when that bothered him far more than it should have.

but now that guy's just your shitty, cheating ex that sae never liked in the first place. and he's playing his team today, by some stroke of luck.

and you're standing in his apartment still looking more than a little heartbroken as you hold out your arms and slowly spin around wearing his jersey instead.

your ex always felt more than a little threatened by sae, whether you were aware of it or not. so in retrospect, this seemed like a good plan. posting a picture in sae's jersey and then going to the game and cheering him on while wearing it.

but even after all of these years, sae's not prepared for it—the hot, possessive feeling that rapidly burns its way through his gut the moment he sees it.

the unreasonable, unspeakable things he wants to do to you in it.

the weak, selfish way he wants to know how exactly his name sounds on your lips while it's written across your back.

(the way he suddenly doesn't even care about the stupid game anymore.)

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when ness fucks you, he gets a bit out of control. your sweet, composed ness who always treats you like you're made of glass, gets absolutely brainless when fucking you. he doesn't means it, your cunt is just so tight and warm and wet for him, he can't help it! gripping your hips for dear life while he keeps your lower body off the bed, his pelvis flushed against yours as he drags his cock in and out of you, his pace messy and confusing, coming from pure desperation to get more and more of your warmth.

he gets a little pathetic too. his moans are almost as loud as yours and he can't shut up for a second, telling you how pretty you look, how amazing it feels or how good you're being for him, all while a few tears wet his lashes because the feeling is too overwhelming for him to take. he also can't get his lips off you, kissing, biting and licking all your skin 'cause according to him, "you just smell so good, can't help it". expect to be covered in marks when you two are done, especially on your breasts! oh, ness loves your soft tits! and your lips too! he'll surely kiss you like he doesn't need oxygen – better, you are his oxygen. his kisses are so messy and full of tongue, spit leaking from the sides of your mouths and both of your moans being muffled.

he loves to look you in the eyes just as much as he loves to watch the way your breasts bounce with each thrust of his hips, or the slight bulge forming on your stomach with how deep he's inside you, or how your cunt soak and clench around his dick as he watches it disappear inside you before reappearing... his eyes are always wandering! though, they always go back to stare at your face, your expressions giving away how good it feels and god, he just loves to please you.

speaking of positions, he'll always have you in missionary or cowgirl, unless you ask him for something specific – of course he'll comply instantly because your wishes are above anything! but if he can choose, he needs to see your face when fucking you, needs to see your mouth agape as you gasp for air, and it's all because of him! he's the one making you feel so good.

also, the way you moan whenever he hits that specific spot inside you... it has him angling his hips again and again until he finds out exactly where it is. and when he does, your eyes are rolling to the back of your skull due to the pleasure running through your body, your legs wrapping around his torso as your back arches off the bed, you search for ness' eyes and can see how they're sparkling with excitement and lust. if there's a way to give you even more pleasure, he's going with it, you think you might just die from having sex with him.

"o-oh?! it's right here, isn't it? does it feel good? yeah? please cum for me, you look so pretty when you cum, please..."

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Thoughts about size kink!nagi first time with u but he doesn't know that hes huge >_<

alright how did you get access to my wip's AND my thoughts... literally ive been thinking about it for so long and got a lot of drafts

this is kinda short and rushed because i plan to write something more detailed but really wanted to answer your ask so! look forward to it i guesssss

nagi is a virgin, you can't change my mind. size kink? what's that? he doesn't know shit about sex except for the basics, so he doesn't really understand your reaction when you first see his dick. is it big? oh yeah he has heard his friends talking about dick sizes but he never was the one to pay it any mind, neither was he the one to actually measure his, so he's just been living with that massive thing without even knowing.

when you tell him it's not gonna fit, he doesn't really gets it. what do you mean? he has to thrust his dick inside you, that's how things are meant to go, right? so why are you squirming away from him? why does he need to go slow?

he really doesn't understand a single thing. when he bottoms out there are literal tears in your eyes as you tell him to wait, you're taking deep breaths and look already overwhelmed even though he hasn't fucked you yet, your cunt so tight around him it might make him cum already. and when he does start moving, pelvis snapping against yours slowly and his cock reaching so deep inside you that his tip is literally kissing your cervix, you are wiggling your hips out of his grip and crawling up on the bed to get closer to the headboard, really seeming to be pulling away from him and it just doesn't make sense. you were the one who asked for it, so why are you trying to run?

obviously, his huge hands don't let you move any further, your pussy feels so good and he really wants to fuck you now, it's not a hassle anymore as when he first thought about it. so there he is, grabbing your waist tightly as he drags his dick in and out of you, you're a babbling mess and he can't make out what you're saying, you look like you aren't even there, lips parted letting the loudest moans come out and eyes rolled back, not a single thought in your mind other than nagi's dick ripping you apart.

oh, what's that bulge on your stomach...?

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hi lun! thank u so much for the rin food you posted!!! thoughts on rin being touchy and clingy during sex that he refuses to keep his hands off you :3 like as in he has to grab something while he's literally pounding away

oh that's so him! rin isn't the best at externalizing his feelings with actual words, so he does it by touching you anytime he can, showing his love for you through sliding the tips of his fingers down your back or burying his face in your neck. not a huge fan of pda but when you two are out, his arm is secured around your waist, guiding you anywhere you go and palm firm against your hip. basically, if you're within his reach, his hands surely are on your skin.

however, it gets worse better when he's fucking you. he is physically unable to take his hands off you, they roam everywhere, grabbing and feeling you up, your flesh is so squishy, he can't help it. even if you're changing positions, one of his palms will be on your lower back or at least his fingers will be caressing your thigh, he needs to feel the warmth of your skin under his touch like it's his fuel, like he needs it to be alive.

rin's fingers slide from the curve of your waist down your hips, thumb pressing against your hip bone as he takes in the sight of your sweaty body laid on the mattress, breasts bouncing every time he thrusts into you, your hands gripping the pillow your head rests on and mouth agape as you let out the prettiest moans he's ever heard, you look so ethereal like this and he can't help but want to consume every part of you.

he pushes his pelvis flush against yours, reaching deep in your core and stilling for a few seconds, letting the feeling of your soft thighs around his hips sink in along with the warmth your body irradiates, gummy walls clenching down on his dick like you never wants him to pull out. his hands go back to wandering, touching your hot skin and grabbing your flesh, inching to your mounds before thumbing your sensitive nipples, rolling them with the pads of his thumbs and earning a mewl from you, your fingers letting go of the pillow to grip his wrists instead, trying to push his hands off you while complaining about how it's too much.

your efforts mean nothing to him though, your strength no competition to his when he adds his forefingers and pinches your nubs, your back arching off the bed and a loud moan ripping through your throat. "don't do that." his voice is low, almost a groan, his face coming closer to yours as his fingers go up your cleavage, touching your shoulders before reaching your neck and then your cheeks, his palm holding them so softly when he presses his lips against yours. "don't push me away." he whispers in the kiss, tongue coming out to lick at your lower lip before making its way to your mouth and pressing on your own tongue, tasting your spit and clouding your mind.

you don't know when his hands left your face and went back to holding your waist, all you can feel is the drag of his hips and the sudden emptiness in your core, you're about to whine and tell him to put it back in when rin shoves his hips back in, an audible gasp echoing along with a loud slapping sound coming from his thrusts, he's pounding into you like a maniac but kissing you so slowly and gentle, a huge contrast to the way his grip is nearly bruising your skin, he's pulling your hips onto him like he wants to be one with you, like he can't get enough of the feeling of your skin against his. he doesn't say it, but his hands speak on his behalf.

he wants to touch you forever.

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hi hiiiii can i pls request reo losing the NNN? istg my purple haired rich boy needs more love >< thank u sm!!

hiii hiii my lovely! im glad to be feeding reo stans, he deserves it and so do y'all!

i almost forgot that nnn posts are supposed to be made in november and started writing this one like three days ago or so, i really hope you like it ><

mikage reo who engages in no nut november because he needs to prove you wrong. how dare you say he wouldn't make it to the end because he's used to "getting anything he wants." not that you're wrong though, but what does that even mean? he can't see any connections between having purchasing power and... cumming?

well, he could not see it, not until now. but it's as clear as day for him now that he's knuckles deep inside you, having your pretty body sprawled on his lap as you moan so perfectly against his chest, desperately riding his fingers like your life depends on it as you try and chase your high. it makes all sense in his head now, because watching you makes him so hard, throbbing dick bulging his shorts and the pre-cum leaking from his tip leaving a wet spot on his boxers. god, he would pay any amount of money to be let cum right now.

shit, it's been not even a week since you challenged him.

"reo– oh, reo! reo, reo, reo–! " it does nothing to help him how you call out for him so sweetly, his name like a mantra on your tongue, clammy hands gripping onto his shirt for dear life as your walls clamp down on his fingers, slick all over his palm and lap as your cute, needy cunt makes a mess on him, the way you look up at his face with big, doe eyes and fat tears pricking the corner of them really turns him on, his cock jumping and twitching at the sight.

he wants to fuck you so bad.

"gonna cum, reo–reo! please don't stop, reo..." your voice is high-pitched, thighs trembling around his wrist as your moans only get higher, needier, mixing with the squelching sound your pussy makes every time he plunges his fingers into your hole, reaching so deep and hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

why did he agree to finger you, again? surely he wouldn't be able to watch you falling apart for him without letting it get to him, he knows how much control you have over his body, so why is he doing it? did he really think he could take it?

but how could he ever say no to you when you asked him so prettily to 'please make you cum', with that sweet voice of yours? of course, that's why he agreed. he loves to spoil you.

he watches the way your greedy cunt swallows his fingers in, gripping onto them whenever he slightly pulls out to shove back into you, he can see the way they shine with your arousal, you're so damn wet, he bets he could easily slip his dick into that cute pussy of yours, he could be fucking and creampie-ing you right now and you could be moaning so louder, he would fuck you till you get too dumb to speak, only babbles coming from those pretty lips of yours, too fucked out to even think straight, the only thing in your head being his name...

he can feel his balls tightening at the thought, his body heating up and dick oozing more pre-cum from the tip, his boner is very obvious now and he knows you're too lost in pleasure when you don't notice how his cock is literally poking against your inner thigh, otherwise you'd have already teased him for being so hard when all he's doing is finger fuck you.

but how can he help it? you're definitely a sight to see, tits spilling from your small tank top with the way you arch your back, hips moving back and forth against reo's hand and your own fingers grabbing at anything they can – be it his sleeves, collar or just his shirt at all. he can feel your toes curling atop his thighs, and the outline of your nipples is very clear on the fabric of your clothing when you push your chest towards reo, lips parting to let out the prettiest moans.

he's mesmerized by the shape of your mouth, how your lips are a shade darker than usual because of the way you've been biting onto them, slightly swollen and so inviting, he feels like it's been ages since he last kissed you even though it was just a few minutes ago, he wants to feel your tongue against his, taste your spit mixed with his own. and it's like you've read his mind when you lean against him, arms draping over his shoulders as one of your hands fist his hair, the other caressing his nape so affectionately, he can practically see the heart-shaped orbs in your eyes as you stare at him, noses touching before you press your lips against his.

your tongue nudges his bottom lip before delving itself into his mouth, sliding against his own as you kiss him messily, spit running down both of your chins and your needy whimpers being swallowed by reo, teeth clashing a little due to how sloppy the kiss is.

he can't hold back a groan when you press your body further against his, unconsciously humping your thigh on his over-sensitive dick, his arm looping around your waist to bring you closer to him as his fingers work at a furious pace now, slick gushing out of your cunt and spilling everywhere, staining both of your clothes and it makes you roll your eyes when he curls his digits inside you, soft, warm palm touching your denied clit pushing you over the edge.

"mmph–! " your orgasm hits you like a train, electric waves shooting through your veins making your whole body writhe in reo's grasp, head thrown back and mouth agape with no sound coming out before you lean forward, resting your head on your boyfriend's shoulder as he helps you ride out your high, hand on your hair caressing your strands. you whine at the sudden emptiness in your insides when he pulls his fingers out of your sensitive cunt, slurred words leaving your lips. "love you, reo..."

you say it at the same time he pushes his digits into his mouth, tasting the residues of your cum on them, and that's his last straw. how you whisper so drunkenly against his ear, followed by a wet kiss on his neck and a cute whimper, your taste is so good on his tongue it makes him roll his eyes back, his dick twitches uncontrollably inside his shorts, load bursting on his boxers and soaking everything. he cums untouched, moaning pathetically onto your hair as his orgasm washes over him, not as strong as yours but enough to make his mind blank for a second.

you're too lost in reo's scent to notice anything, basking in the afterglow of your climax and breathing in his cologne, not really seeing the moment he comes down from his high and regains his senses. you giggle when he flips you both over, pinning your spent body down to the couch as his knees force your legs apart. a dumb smile stretches your cheeks when you bring his face closer to yours, arms still around his neck as you kiss him again.

this time though, it's him who shoves his tongue past your lips, licking at your mouth and stealing your breath as he devours you, you whine when your brain registers the taste of your cum, one of reo's hands gripping your thigh as the other pull his shorts down along with his underwear. it's only when you feel his slicked tip nudging your sensitive little clit that you open your eyes, breaking the kiss as you look confused at him. gazing down, you notice his shaft covered in an opaque, white liquid, as it sticks to your folds now that he's sliding his dick through them.

"reo?" the look on your face is priceless. the way your brows knit together, eyes slightly wide and a pout on your lips as you stare at his smirk, voice small when you call out his name. "did you– you came just from fingering me?"

he slaps his tip against your clit, smirk only getting wider when you yelp his name, hips writhing in his hold. "r–reo! what're you doing?" he doesn't even spare a glare at you, aligning his dick with your entrance as he watches your hole fluttering and clenching around his cockhead, desperate to be filled.

"it's already over for me, isn't it? so why not indulge in my wishes anyway? after all, i do get everything i want..." his purple eyes finally lock with yours, they're darker than usual and carry a hungriness you rarely see in them, you can tell how pent-up reo is from not being allowed to cum for the past days.

"and right now, my love, i wanna fuck that perfect pussy of yours."

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