Being A Girl Is: Wanting To Go To Bed Early But Deciding To Just Get On Tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 For A Little

writer’s block sucks

˗ˏˋ finnick odair ´ˎ˗

“good thing we’re allies, right?”

fics/one shots

slut!

in which finnick takes care of you after you survive a blood rain. aka finnick being an absolute gentleman ;)

safe and sound

in which finnick shows up at your doorstep and vents his heart out.

new romantics

celebrating the anniversary of getting rid of the hunger games with your found family with a surprise for them in store as well.

evermore

even in the dark times, even when the pain seemed to be for evermore, the thought of you made that all go away.

blurbs

headcannons

can I request an imagine (or it could be a hc) abt how the reader and trent are so wrapped up in each others love. like the world around them dosent exists when they are together. it could be when going out with friends or after a game 🫶🏽 not sure if I came abt this right but I hope u get the idea. thanks!

LOVE BUBBLE: trent alexander-arnold x reader

NOTE: i don't know if this is satisfactory level but i definitely love writing for soft!trent 🤧 he's my baby boy and i would definitely be looking at him with heart eyes every time like it's me against the world just for my favorite right-back.

It’s probably Trent’s beautiful face.

Or his Scouse accent that immediately hooks your attention on to him when he speaks, like a magic melody that enchants those who hears him talk.

Or maybe, you just love both and the entirety of him too much to be enticed by the things happening outside of your bubble.

Trent has the same love-dovey eyes when he's with youㅡ from an outsider’s perspective he's definitely someone who holds a personal vendetta against those who are not you.

It's the nonchalant, almost detached and cold look he possesses when he's having a conversation with the others, but that look drops because he's all smiley and attentive and chatty when he's around you.

The both of you don't notice of course, too wrapped up in each other's presence to notice those things that the other people from an outside perspective have observed.

Your hangouts with your friends should be infested with ants, they think.

You could be having a small random conversation with Trent, a simple talk about the most nonsensical topics but it's almost like you're talking of the greatest adventures you both went together due to how invested you two are of what the other has to say.

Trent would be leaning down to catch your words better, smiling too much for someone who doesn't smile a lot and you would be laying a hand or an arm over his and your boyfriend would use that as an opportunity to tuck a stray hair behind your ears, or wipe something off your face or pull your chair close to his as if you're both not sitting close enough, the distance an outrageous offense.

It's not overbearing (yet) to your friends to see two people act the way you both do, knowing of how horrible your past relationships had went, not even to the point of them being bearable and you, opening up traitsㅡ good traits from a closed-off person like Trent which truthfully, helps eliminate the idea that he's an imposing man especially in front of the media and fans.

It's just very sweet and new to the eyes of the people who had a fair share of memories enough to dapple you with.

It's like witnessing two soulmates finding the red thread on their pinky finger, slowly lurching towards the other as they get to know each other better, unraveling certain things that only the both of them can find and helping each other heal their traumas from years-worth of existing within the range of people that left them scarred.

What love you have is just so mellow and full and beautiful. It's a love that the others wish they have and by the reaction of the bystanders witnessing you and Trent be complete with the presence of the other, it's definitely a relationship that they knew would last for a lifetime and possibly even the next to come.

it’s missing trent’s locs hours everyone clock in

Chad meeks-Martin needs more fics

Paper Cranes 𓅥 ❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚Jang Woo-Jin x Reader

Jang Woo-Jin x Reader

warnings: aouad spoilers!

ALSO, THANK U FOR 60 FOLLOWERS! ILY ALL <3

requested by: @polaryangj @lialliet @wujins

Woo-Jin didn’t know what to do anymore. A gentle breeze embraced him in its brief coolness as he looked on at Y/N, entranced. The feeling inside him was overpowering, made his heart ache every time he saw her, every time he thought of her.

“Earth to Woo-Jin?”

Woo-Jin snapped out of his reverie, seeing Y/N now looking at him, confused.

He cleared his throat. “What is it?”

He and Y/N were at the entrance of the school, going back inside after gym class, the air-conditioned building cooling after their laps around the track.

“I was going to ask you what you wanted to do during break, but I guess you must he fantasizing about today’s specials or something, because-”

Shrill screams erupted from the end of the hall.

Y/N froze, along with Woo-Jin, who looked warily at the nurse’s office. The sound came the school nurse, who charged at two students who were outside her office. The students, however, leaped out of the way just in time, making her bash into the wall. They jeered at her, their phones out as they recorded the ‘drunk’ nurse.

The sound of cracking bones came from the nurse then, who got back up with a piercing screech, and bit one of the students in the neck. He screamed out in agony, and that was all it took for Y/N and Woo-Jin to come back to their senses.

“Shit. Run!” Woo-Jin cried, grabbing Y/N’s hand and racing up the stairs.

It was chaos, students running this way and that, with no sense of direction whatsoever, their instincts screaming at them to just get away from the source of danger. Woo-Jin was more composed however, settling on getting to his and Y/N’s classrooms as fast as possible, and regroup with their classmates.

Reaching their classroom’s floor, Woo-Jin hurriedly shoved Y/N into the classroom, sliding the door shut again. The students who were already in the classroom were standing now, looking at the two of them in confusion.

Y/N stood by the door, catching her breath after such a panicked run.

“What the hell is going on?” Gyeong Su asked, peeking out their class’ windows.

“I don’t know, the nurse bit a student, and then, shit.” Woo-Jin explained, too, out of breath.

Y/N couldn’t blame him for not being able to explain all they saw. Anyone who’d had to explain themselves would sound insane; no matter how they worded it.

More shrill screams came from all over, and then the group saw it. They’re first zombie. It ran across the hall, being seen by the group through the class’ windows, its mouth bloody and its body contorted in awkward and painful angles as it ran.

Y/N placed a hand over her mouth, horrified.

Woo-Jin felt useless in this moment, useless in that he couldn’t comfort his best friend, Y/N, in such a horrific situation.

5 years ago

Woo-Jin sat on a swing in his apartment’s compound, alone. He enjoyed how peaceful it was, though he had to admit; it would be better to enjoy with someone else.

It felt a little eerie being alone in the playground during late noon, when the sky was now turning into a mesmerizing swirl of egg yolk, brilliant reds and hints of the once blue sky. Other kids his age were probably in their apartments now, washing up and getting ready for dinner, like what he should be doing right now.

His parents always came home late, though, so he opted to stay outside instead of being cooped up in the apartment and staring at the ceiling.

He swung on the swing gently, closing his eyes and enjoying the coolness of the last moments of the afternoon.

“Do you mind if I join you?”

Woo-Jin, startled, shot his eyes open, getting up from the swing.

A girl about his age smiled at him in confusion, and he sat back down. “Sorry, you gave me quite the scare there.”

“And um, sure, you can join me.”

Y/N sat on the swing directly beside him, also gently swinging herself forward and gazing up at the sunset before them.

“So, what’s your name?” She asked, now looking to him.

“Woo-Jin, what’s yours?”

She smiled at him. “I’m Y/N”

A weird feeling started to sprout in Woo-Jin’s stomach then, from seeing her smile like that. Her smile was really pretty.

“I live in apartment 20, third floor. Where’s yours?”

“Hey! I’m in apartment 21!” Y/N perked up.

“Wanna hang out like this everyday after school then?” Deep in his heart he hoped with every single fibre of his being that she’d say yes, and sure enough,

“I’d like that.”

Then she smiled that gorgeous, heart-stopping smile of hers, and Woo-Jin felt like he had just won in life.

From there, their friendship began to take shape, and they were inseparable all throughout their school years. And with each second they spent together, the strange ache in Woo-Jin’s heart only grew stronger.

Present day

Three days had past since their initial first encounter with the cannibalistic students of Hyosan High. Their group’s numbers had whittled down now; I-Sak, Gyeong Su, and Na Yeon, and even their teacher, Ms. Park, all lost to the horrors outside.

Now they were in the gym, stuck inside the storage room after losing a senior, who sacrificed himself for the group. Mi Jin’s cries had died down to her resting her head in her arms now, being consoled by Woo-Jin’s sister, Ha-Ri.

Woo-Jin sat beside Y/N, sneaking glances at her as she looked forward into nothingness, head on some cloud, trying to forget all that had happened these past few days.

He had tried to talk to her any chance he could, tried to reassure her throughout the hell they were in, but every time he did, he would get interrupted, either by someone coming up with a new plan, or by zombies chasing them down.

But now, as the group drifted off to rest for the day, he could finally do something to calm her nerves down.

“Y/N”

Y/N turned to Woo-Jin, mustering up the best smile she could. She was exhausted, as all of them were.

Most of the time, she was stuck in her thoughts whenever the group had decided to take a break, like right now, in the gym’s storage room.

She dreamed of what she would be doing now had the hellish situation they were all in right now happened, or, to be more specific, what she and Woo-Jin would have been doing now.

Y/N had always had feelings for Woo-Jin, she knew he didn’t feel the same, however. It was silly to think her best friend saw her as anything else other than that; a best friend. She had wanted to come clean that day, at lunch, tell him how she felt, tell him that she couldn’t take this torturous game of her one sided love for him; and that if he never wanted to speak to her again, she wouldn’t mind. It would be less painful that way.

But she never got the chance, terror lurked around every nook and cranny, and Y/N wanted to stay on her feet, on guard. And if she had the chance to rest, she would, and take the slim time period she had fantasizing of how perfect her life would be had this whole thing not happened.

And in some improbable universe, had Woo-Jin liked her back, she’d be the happiest girl on earth, she’d feel like nothing else mattered, and it would be just the two of them, like always, against the world.

Y/N didn’t know what it was with him, why of all people, she liked her best friend.

Maybe it was the way he smiled, his sharp features, how caring he was, how thoughtful he was towards others, his personality, the way he made Y/N laugh, no matter the situation without fail. Or maybe it was all of those qualities that attracted her.

He was perfect to Y/N, which was why she could never have him. It hurt her, but the truth would always remain the same; hurtful and ugly, and only nice to others somehow luckier than her.

“Y/N?”

Y/N realised she’d been staring at Woo-Jin this whole time.

Her cheeks flushed, shooting him a quick smile.

“Yeah?”

Woo-Jin’s heart flipped at seeing her smile. It never failed to woo him, no matter what.

He reached out for her hand, grabbing it in his, and placing a chaste kiss on her knuckles, all while lookin up at her. His grip remained on her hand, holding it close to him.

“I wanted to let you know, that no matter what happens, I will always protect you. If I don’t make it, I’ll make sure you will.”

Y/N, stunned at his display of affection toward her, nodded slowly, her smile growing and her cheeks growing hotter by the second.

She added ‘gentlemanly’ to the list of qualities she loved about him to her mental notes.

But then she realised the last part of what he said.

‘If I don’t make it, I’ll make sure you will.’

Hell, no.

Her smiled fell from her face, confusing Woo-Jin.

“Hey. Promise me that we’ll both make it out alive. You can’t die, I won’t let you. We have to make it out together, okay?”

Y/N squeezed his hand.

“Please.” She pleaded softly.

Woo-Jin nodded, knowing full well he was lying to her. “I promise.”

His fingers were crossed behind his back.

1 year ago

Woo-Jin felt like he was overflowing. The feeling of butterflies in his stomach, the way his heart did flips whenever he saw her, thoughts of her on his mind 25/8.

She was perfect, so so perfect, which was why he knew she’d never like him back.

Her smile, her laugh, her personality, her humour, her thoughtfulness, how caring she was; those were only some of the things he loved about her; her smile especially.

On any given day when he was down or gloomy, her smile could always lift his spirits, change his mood for the better, like it was magic.

Today he and Y/N had agreed to go home together, and go to their special place.

He leaned against the gate, patiently awaiting Y/N as closed his eyes.

He heard footsteps, but pretended he didn’t still closing his eyes.

“Boo!” Woo-Jin didn’t flinch.

Y/N wrapped her arms around him then, which definitely elicited a reaction out of him.

“Y-Y/N. Hi.”

“Hey dumbo. Ready to go?”

“Of course. Race you!”

“Hey!” Y/N ran after him, calling after him, annoyed the whole way.

The pair, panting, reached their apartment complex at last. Y/N shoved him playfully. “Hey! You caught me off guard, you should’ve told me first, then run off!”

Woo-Jin smirked. “I did do that though. You’re just slow.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, letting him have this one.

It was only 5.30 when they arrived home; the perfect time for them to go to their special place together.

The playground was empty, as usual, and a bit more rusted in some areas than 5 or so years ago; but it was still the same place they had met.

The place when Woo-Jin had met, and fallen in love with an angel.

The pair sat down on their swings, in the same fashion as when they first met, with Woo-Jin on the left, and Y/N on the right. They swung themselves gently on the swings, looking out at the sky, now a whirl of different colours; most notably, the colour of egg yolk.

They just sat there, enjoying the quiet, and each others presence.

“Never gets old, does it?” Woo-Jin turned to Y/N as he asked.

Y/N smiled. “No, it doesn’t.”

“I can almost remember being 12 and meeting you. It feels like I’ve gone back in time with a time machine.”

Y/N giggled, “I remember I scared you into standing up when I first talked to you.” She laughed again.

Woo-Jin felt his heart do a flip again. Her smile and laugh- all in one? Instant heart eyes toward Y/N.

He grinned at her, glancing at her hand she used to hold the swings’ chain. He sucked in a deep breath; taking the chance.

He reached for her hand, holding in his. Y/N looked to their hands, then to Woo-Jin, a confused smile on her face. Woo-Jin smiled back, and they stayed there, sat on the swings beside each other, staring off into the sunset.

Had Woo-Jin paid more attention, he would’ve noticed the prominent crimson of a blush spreading across Y/N’s face; and the giddy smile that broke through.

Present day, 3 hours later

Y/N pushed the equipment carts as hard as she could, tears streaming down her face as she fought the zombies attempts at grabbing her. The sadness in her heart ached so bad, it weakened her, but she strengthened her resolve; she’d do this, for Joon Young. She’d survive, and help all her friends survive in honour of Joon Young.

“Fuck off undead shitheads!” Y/N screamed, anger seeping through her pain as she pushed with all her might.

She heard panic ensue over where a few of her friends were trying to get the door open, hearing them say it was locked, but she didn’t care. Not now. She’d help keep the barrier strong, for them all to get out of this shithole, no matter what.

She groaned, and then she saw him.

Joon Young, through a crack in her barrier.

He was bloody, and no longer human, a crazed look in his eye. He was gone, yet he was right in front of her. Y/N screamed at the sight. The pain was too fresh to see him this soon.

“Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off! Get away from me!”

“Y/N, let’s go!”

“Stay away from me…” Her voice cracked, Joon Young’s face was everywhere now.

She had been pulled from her part of the barrier by Woo-Jin, who closed the door shut just in time for them to miss the zombies.

Woo-Jin grabbed Y/N’s shoulders, shaking her. “Y/N, keep it together! Come on, you almost died there.”

“Sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

Woo-Jin clicked his tongue, pulling her into a tight embrace.

“You could’ve died there. Don’t do that ever again, okay?”

Y/N nodded, a few stray tears dampening Woo-Jin’s sweater vest. Being able to hold her now and comfort her made Woo-Jin want to survive even more, to help her through this messy situation. He wanted to always be there for her, but he knew it would all come to a close soon.

It always did.

But at least he did it for the person he care for most in this world,

Y/N.

4 hours later

Everyone was grabbing their weapons, all readying themselves for the fight that was about to ensue.

Y/N’s heartbeat quickened as Nam Ra told them all that they were coming.

Breathe, breathe, breathe.

Y/N cried out as she fought zombies left and right, stabbing them, and kicking them down. She was doing well, until one got dangerously close to her, almost biting her in the arm. She stabbed it in the neck, killing it, which grabbed the attention of another zombie from afar.

She lost her balance, quickly getting up, and the creature ran to her at an inhuman speed, but before it could get close to her, Woo-Jin shielded her, pinning her down to the ground.

Y/N shocked, just stared at him, as the zombie inched closer and closer.

“What are you doing? Move out of the way!”

“No. I’m keeping my promise to keep you alive.”

“You idiot, you promised me we’d both survive!”

Woo-Jin smiled a sad smile at Y/N, showing her his fingers, which were crossed.

Y/N took the chance to roll him out the way, stabbing the zombie just in time before it got to either of them. It fell to its side, now truly dead.

She took a moment to catch her breath, turning to Woo-Jin, with a glare that made his heart sink. She’d never ever glared at him like that before.

Y/N felt enraged at him, at how he was ready to kill himself for her, when she had the whole thing under control. He promised her, he never broke his promises, but now, right now when she needed him most- he decided to break her trust, and to what? Sacrifice himself and die a pointless, painful death, when she could’ve protected herself.

Remembering the promise he had made boiled her blood even more now as she looked back on it.

“Liar.”

She uttered but one word, yet it hit and stabbed into Woo-Jin’s heart like a million shards of glass, all twisting in the area they had punctured; full of seething rage at his one lie to Y/N.

Woo-Jin tried grabbing her wrist, to tell her why he did what he did- but she snatched her hand away, without a single glance back at him. He stood there, dejected, looking on as she ran to help Mi Jin with the last zombie.

Y/N,

Why can’t you understand that I love you so much, that I’d sacrifice myself for you to live on and be happy?

7 hours later

Woo-Jin felt saddened beyond belief now as they were all being questioned by the military.

He had hurt Y/N that bad, that she didn’t even want to look at him.

They were sat at the back on metal chairs, with some of the group closing their eyes to rest for a bit, and some just staring into oblivion.

He tried to make eye contact with Y/N, but she would always find a way to avoid his gaze, and now, her tactic was to console On-Jo through losing Cheong San. Her voice was sweet to On-Jo; full of love, and support, kind and soft, like how she usually talked to him.

But he knew that if he tried to talk to her now, she’d ignore him, or worse, shrug him off with a tone of thorns, and a voice uncharacteristically dismissive and full of anger.

He wanted to hold her so bad, wanted to tell her he loved her so damn much.

But she put a wall around herself, and Woo-Jin feared it would never fall.

ꨄ ⋆·˚ ༘ *

They were all in quarantine now, in separate rooms, too. Luckily though, he managed to get a room directly next to Y/N’s.

Woo-Jin sat, slumped against the room’s wall, staring at the ceiling as he thought of his current predicament.

He and Y/N hadn’t talked for a week now, and it was driving him insane. Usually, they never went a single day without at least saying hi to the other, but now? Things were obviously very different, and Woo-Jin grew anxious in seeing how things would turn out, and wether or not they were even friends anymore.

He hated the quiet of the quarantine room, so so much. The quiet only made him think of Y/N, and thoughts of her only made his heart ache. She probably hated him, and would never trust him again.

It was a simple break of a promise, and he had broken it for her sake; because he loved her.

He loved her, so so much.

The days that their group had been fighting for their lives were some of the scariest moments Woo-Jin had ever gone through; yet, even through the moments of his one goal being that to survive, his mind somehow always drifted to Y/N, her smile, her laugh…

She reminded him of why he needed to live.

But then, the bleakness of the situation really set in once they lost so many of their friends.

Then, he reflected on himself, and how he saw things going.

He promised himself that day, that he’d never let Y/N be lost to the horrors, he promised himself, that no matter what, he would do whatever it took to save her, and to keep her alive.

Woo-Jin sighed, looking over the plain and barren room. A bed with a mediocre comfort level, a table in the corner with a stack of papers, and a chair to go along with it. This was the room he’d be stuck in for around half a year? That and he couldn’t even get out of the room to talk to his friends for another week. Y/N probably wouldn’t want to talk to him then, either.

An idea hit Woo-Jin then.

Sitting himself down on the desk,

Woo-Jin smiled. Origami was something he and Y/N loved and frequently did back a few years ago to just pass the time, or to destress after a long day. They still did it sometimes, for old time’s sake, though. Despite them hardly ever doing origami anymore, Woo-Jin made sure to know and memorise the folding of Y/N’d favourite origami model, just in case. And until now, he knew, her favourite origami model was the paper crane, graceful and beautiful, two things Woo-Jin associated with Y/N.

And now, Woo-Jin realised why the crane was Y/N’s favourite.

Some say the things we like are a physical manifestation of how we are; for instance, a person who likes football would most likely be competitive and determined, some of the two things that are needed to play the sport.

For here, in Y/N’s case, one of her favourite things is a paper crane; tied to the qualities of beauty and elegance, of which Woo-Jin saw Y/N as an embodiment of. The saying never gleamed truer than now, with an example right on the tip of his nose.

Grabbing a pen from the desk, he clicked it, and took a deep breath in.

He had so much to say to her, it would never fit on this tiny square he’d cut out. That was the state of his love for Y/N, never once decreasing in its magnitude, but rather growing, by each second of each and everyday. Another idea hit Woo-Jin then, though the ‘project’ of his would take quite a while to finish.

“Screw it.”

He began to write, the words coming out smooth, gliding on the paper like second nature to Woo-Jin as if he had been practicing and preparing for this moment for the past 5 years.

Which, he has.

ʚɞ𖥻 𐑺﹢◍ ꜝ ࣪𓈒٫

4 months. 4 months of quarantine, and they were all finally out.

Y/N breathed in the fresh air, looking around the camp for her friends. And one she definitely needed to find,

Woo-Jin.

She owed him an apology, for ignoring him, getting mad at him when he had only tried to protect her.

“Y/N?”

Y/N froze, recognising that voice.

She turned around, facing Woo-Jin, their eyes meeting. Y/N had always loved his eyes, and his smile. She loved all of him, really.

“Woo-Jin!” Y/N ran to give him a hug, and he hugged her back just as tight, grasping on to her by her waist, holding on to her like she was something so delicate, she would break lest he hold on to her. Woo-Jin pulled away, but kept his hold on Y/N by her waist, still not believing that he was really holding her now.

“Hey.” Y/N breathed, looking up at Woo-Jin, a small smile on her face.

“Hey.”

It had been so long since she and Woo-Jin had seen each other, this moment almost felt like a dream, one all too good to be true. Yet, no matter how many time she tried, Y/N could never wake from her supposed dream. This was all real. His hold on her waist, flush against his body, all real, flesh and bone.

“I have something to give you.”

Woo-Jin smiled, reaching into his pocket, and taking out a packed envelope. “Open it back in your quarters.”

Y/N nodded, graciously accepting the letter, and putting it into her own coat’s pocket.

“I have to go now, but I’ll see you later, alright?”

Inside, Y/N felt saddened at his words.

Don’t go.

Despite that, she nodded.

“Alright, stay safe.” Woo-Jin let go of Y/N, his warmth going along with him. Y/N watched as he walked away, guilt gnawing at her. She was supposed to apologise, but she was too wrapped up in his splendor, his aura, to even remember anything else.

She sighed, taking the letter out, and walking back to her quarters to open it.

Now inside, she shut the door, sitting herself on the side of her bed, and took a moment to get her bearings. Okay, it was just a letter, there was no need to panic. It’s just a letter, no need to freak out. But this was different. This letter was from Woo-Jin. God, this was all so stupid, it was a letter, for goodness sake just open it-

Y/N flipped the flap open, revealing paper cranes, flattened to fit into the letter. She smiled, paper cranes were her favourite, and Woo-Jin remembered. As she took them out, she noticed writing on the paper cranes, piquing her interest, she unfolded the first crane she took out; finding a note, addressed to her. She took out the rest of the cranes, finding them all to have writing on their bodies. “Woo-Jin, the creative.”

Unfolding them all, she checked to make sure she read them in chronological order- she didn’t want to spoil his order of his sending these to her.

Taking a deep breath, she began reading the letters.

Dear Y/N, 9/7/2022

I know you’re probably mad furious at me right now. I broke your trust, and I should’ve never done that. But I hope you understand, that what I did, was to protect you. I didn’t see a clear way out of the mess we were going through then. So many people were lost, I just… I didn’t want you to be one of them. -Woo-Jin

Dear Y/N, 18/7/2022

Sometimes I lay awake at night, thinking of you. Sometimes I feel like I can hear our classmates, now turned into stars, twinkling teasingly at me. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I had lost you. Thank you, for staying alive. -Woo-Jin

Dear Y/N, 10/8/2022

I think I’m going insane. It’s been so long since we last spoke. I miss your voice, your laugh, your smile; the way your eyes light up whenever you talk about something you like. I miss our conversations a lot. I miss you, a lot. - Woo-Jin

To Y/N, 29/8/2022

I’m trying to shake things up a little: instead of ‘dear’ I wrote ‘to’ I’m super creative like that aren’t I? Anyway, I was just thinking about our days in middle school. Remember that time you didn’t have a jacket and it was super cold out, so I gave you mine? You never gave it back, and honestly, I never cared to have it back. I thought it looked much better on you, than it did on me. I hope I helped you keep warm that day, because seeing you happy definitely warmed me up. -Woo-Jin

Dear Y/N, 6/9/2022

I keep reminiscing about our old days. I think, now, after replaying a handful back, I’ve found my favourite. It was when we went to the park, it started raining, but we didn’t have an umbrella on us, so we just decided to accept our fate and get rained on. Then you forced me to dance with you in the rain! I loved seeing the way you glowed among the relative darkness of dusk, your eyes sparkling and seeing your bright smile. Holding you close to me when we did the waltz was my favourite part of that day by far. My mum did scold me when I got home soaking wet, but I wouldn’t have changed anything from that day for the world. - Woo-Jin

To Y/N, 21/9/2022

How are you holding up? I know I won’t get an answer from you since, well, you’re not reading this during quarantine… but I’ll still ask, because I care. Anyways, I thought about this for a good few hours, and I think I’ve come up with a good list of things we need to get done once we get out of this place. First, we go to Disneyland (I’ll pay for the tickets, don’t worry. Food’s on you, though.), go stargazing in some field (you’ve been saying how you’ve been wanting to do that- so we should get it done ASAP!), and traveling! (I know you miss doing that, so we should definitely do it.) I have so many other things to talk to you about in this list of mine, so let’s chat once we’re outta here, okay love? - Woo-Jin

To Y/N, 5/10/2022

I have something to tell you.

I couldn’t sleep last night. I was up all night thinking about this.

I’m scared this’ll ruin

I’ll talk to you next time. I hope you’re well :)

-Woo-Jin

Dearest Y/N, 10/10/2022

Meet me at the back of the camp. I need to talk to you about something. -Woo-Jin

Y/N felt her cheeks warm as she put the last letter aside, staring off at the wall, giddy and anxious to see what he needed to tell her so badly.

It should’ve been obvious. It was, of course, but Y/N kept pushing it to the back of her mind as the last possible thing he would want to talk to her about. Come on, Woo-Jin, her best friend, liking her?

She’d been the one to like him when they met. He was just a super great guy who just happened to be great friends with her; she could never hope for more than that. Yet, the letters she had read from him to her told her all she needed to know of his raw feelings for her.

“What game are you playing at, Jang Woo-Jin?”

Y/N muttered, looking to her door. She couldn’t just stand him up, she had wronged him way too many times for that.

“Relax.”

With a bit of reassurance, she headed off to the back of the camp, making sure her hair was nice, and dusting off her coat as she did so.

The back of the camp was quite nicely lit up this time of day, quite unkempt, and certainly not the most romantic, but was certainly private enough for their conversation. Y/N felt butterflies flutter around her stomach as she spotted Woo-Jin, whose back was to her. Somehow, seeing him in person made her all the more nervous, but there was no going back now. She’d just have to brave herself for the next few moments. Mustering up the courage, she called for him.

“Woo-Jin?”

He turned at the call of his name, hands in his coats pockets as he smiled at Y/N. God, that jaw dropping smile of his. She smiled back, walking up to him.

It was quiet as they stared into each others eyes for a moment, the sounds of nature and the chirping of birds the only sound to be heard, until he spoke.

“Y/N, did you read my letters?”

“Yes, and I also noticed how you folded them into paper cranes, my favourites. How’d you remember?”

“I’m just amazing like that.”

They giggled for a second, before the moment turned serious, their eyes locked on to the others.

“Y/N, I have a confession to make.

You know… ever since that day I met you at the playground, some feeling kept nagging at mr whenever we saw each other. I didn’t know what it was at first… but a year or so of that same feeling I finally realised what it was.”

Y/N’s breath hitched as he stepped closer, closing the gap between them, as he placed his hands around her waist.

“Y/N L/N, I love you. So so much, it pains me. I love you, so so so much, you make me forget whatever the hell is happening, because you always take up my thoughts. You’re the light of my world; you helped me when no one else did. I love you, you are my everything.”

Y/N looked back at Woo-Jin, eyes glassy, unable to find the words to answer back at his confession.

“Please, Y/N, let me love you. Let me be yours. I’ll love and protect you, until my last breath.”

He took her hand in his, bringing it up to his lips to place a chaste kiss atop her knuckles, before bringing his hands back down to her waist.

“I love you, Woo-Jin. I love you, of course I’ll be yours.”

Woo-Jin let out a relieved laugh, giving her a big grin as he enveloped her in a bone-crushing hug. The world stopped spinning in that moment, as the two best friends, now turned lovers held on to each other. Stars paused their twinkling to watch, planets stopped spinning to admire.

Pulling away suddenly, Woo-Jin cupped her cheeks, looking into her eyes for permission, which Y/N graciously gave with the nod of her head. And he pressed his lips to hers, the both of them smiling through the kiss. Y/N held on tighter to Woo-Jin, pulling him closer to her as the kiss closed in on its end. Pulling away, the pair gasped for breath, resting their forehead on the other, giggling as they held on to each other.

“I love you.” Y/N whispered.

“I love you too.” Woo-Jin whispered back.

The universe seemed to applaud their union, as the two of them embraced each other, their connection as strong as the earth’s will to revolve around the sun.

Now it really felt like it was just the two of them, against the world. And against the world they’d go, and love each other, as they did so.

hey, sorry this took so long. thanks for reading! (i’m sorry i couldn’t tag @polaryangj, idk how to work tumblr that well yet 😭

thank u all for 60 followers! again, i srsly appreciate and love you all <3

ps. i’m working on other requests now ! ｡˚ ೃ࿔₊•

I genuinely love your writing! After you posted the weak class hero 2 fic I need more. When you’re not too busy ( and please take your time, take care of yourself ) can I request what the guys small romantic gestures would be? I just need anything fluffy for the guys, especially Baekjin. You write for him so well and he needs more representation. Thank you bunches! Have a good day!

Masterlists: Weak Hero | Dramas | Kpop

Weak Hero Class 2 Boyfriends x gn! Reader, Headcanons [2.38k]

I will never cease to be amazed by the kindness of strangers. <3 Thank you so much, Anon. I hope this answer to your request meets your expectations. And as a fellow Baekjin lover, I made his part just a little longer. Enjoy!

Warnings - None.

Si-Eun

Lends you his hoodies, often making sure that he has gently worn it first so it smells like him. He also leaves notes in the pockets sometimes so you can find them later. Usually they just say something like “There’s no rush to give it back.” Or, he simply draws a little heart on a small folded up piece of paper.

Whether you’re standing or sitting together, he does it close enough to you so at least some part of you is touching. Sieun isn’t always affectionate, but he does like to have that little bit of contact with you in most settings.

If he wants to see you, he calls and just says “I miss you.” Good luck getting anything more than that out of him though lol.

He enjoys music and makes playlists for you based on either songs that he thinks you’ll like, or songs that make him think of you.

Especially if you’re tired or upset, he lets you rest your head on his shoulder. He is careful to be still and not make any movements (or say anything) that might deter you from leaning on him. He shows his support in quiet ways.

Sien has a habit of telling you “It’s okay” a lot because he never wants you to feel like you’re being too much for him or that mistakes you make hold any real weight. 

He gives you somewhat of a ‘heads up’ when his dad isn’t going to be home for longer periods of time so you feel more encouraged/comfortable visiting him. He definitely drops subtle hints that he wants you to come around.

It doesn’t matter if you’re paying attention or not. Sieun is always staring at/watching you and doesn’t get intimidated if you catch him in the act. 

This boy literally has a designated, tiny little notebook that he keeps on him at all times so he can record and take notes about things that you say. You might talk about things that you like or need, even places you want to visit. He writes it all down (but this he does in secret).

He is not above doing your homework for you if you’re exhausted or not feeling well.

♡

Baku

He is always taking pictures of you with his phone. Half the time, you don’t even know he’s doing it. His camera roll is just full of pics- ranging from you posing on dates, to candid off-guard shots where you’re partially blurry. Lol he doesn’t care, he keeps them all. And late at night when he can’t sleep, he just scrolls through them with a big cheesy grin.

Constantly showers you with compliments and tells you every day how perfect he thinks you are. It’s always something like “My baby looks so pretty today.”

Sometimes, he really plays up the drama and will pretend that he’s burning up as you walk into the room. He pulls at his collar and swipes his brow, faking being out of breath as he says “You’re just too hot. I can’t stand it.”

Baku frequently tells you that he’s proud of you and praises you for any little accomplishment.

Introduces you to his friends and people on his team because he is so proud that you’re his and he wants everyone to know.

Any time he wins some sort of award for sports, he runs straight to you to show you and let you hold onto it for him. He likes sharing his passions with you and wants you to have pride in him as well.

Because he is strong, he can literally sweep you off your feet and likes doing it to surprise you/make you laugh. 

He got you flowers once for your birthday and adored your reaction to them so much that he now just buys them for you randomly. In his mind, there doesn’t have to be an occasion to celebrate you.

Cooks chicken just for you at his dad’s restaurant. He even lets you watch him do it and jokes that “There’s nothing I’m not good at.”

Sings to you to cheer you up, often in a goofy way. But he’s actually a good singer and sometimes uses it to his advantage so he can soothe you or lull you to sleep.

♡

Hyun-Tak

He is attentive to how you’re feeling. If he senses you’re cold, he gives you his jacket. If you’re hot, he’s running to a convenience store to buy you a cold drink or is looking for something to use so you can tie your hair up. He just knows and does whatever he can to remedy situations.

Tells you he loves you at the most random times ever. You could be brushing your teeth and he just looks at you in awe and says it out of nowhere.

If you tell him you can’t hang out because you have chores or important things to do, he offers to do them with/for you. He just wants to be with you, no matter what you’re doing.

Hyuntak never shows up to meet you empty handed. He always has one of your favorite snacks on him. 

Every single day, he sends you a good morning/goodnight text. He wants to be the first and last person that you talk to and tries to check on you throughout the day too. On days that he doesn’t get to see you, he insists that you Facetime.

He’s really good at planning dates, even down to the details like weather, times, and what he thinks you should wear (likes to try to coordinate couple outfits too). He reminds you to wear sunscreen, bring a jacket, or not fill up on snacks so you can enjoy the meal he has planned.

If you’re parting ways for the day and kiss each other goodbye, he always asks for “just one more”... and another, and another until you’re giggling and swatting him away.

Hyuntak comes up with silly nicknames for you based on what you look like, how you act, etc. For example, if you have a ‘bunny’ face (see korean animal face types), he calls you something like “my little fuzzy bunny”, “baby bunny”, “bun bun”. Depending on what it is, he might only call you it in private lol.

Gives you piggy back rides whenever you want.

Makes it a point to learn about your friends and family to not just get to know you, but know them too. He wants to be involved in all aspects of your life.

♡

Jun-Tae

He refuses to let you tie your own shoelaces lol. Even if you’re already halfway crouched, he’s pulling you back up and getting on a knee before you can protest.

Goes out of his way to smooth down your hair or pick lint off of your clothes. He notices all of the small details.

You already know, Juntae is all about buying vitamins and things of that nature for you. He knows so much about ways to maintain health and just wants to take care of you! Of course, this also means that he is the best caretaker when you are sick or injured.

Consent KING!! He always asks before making any sort of move on you. “Can I kiss you? Can we hold hands? Do you want a hug?” His ultimate goal is for you to be comfortable around him.

Loves to hold your hand and kiss the back of it while your fingers are still interlocked.

Lets you borrow absolutely anything of his; whether it be a manga, a shirt, money, gum, etc. Half the time, he probably tells you to just keep it cause he thinks that his job is to help provide anything and everything you need as long as he is able.

Shares his favorite book/movie/show characters with you and gives you recommendations for media that he thinks you would enjoy. To him, it’s important that both of you talk about and exchange things that you’re passionate about.

This would definitely happen in more of a private place; he might be too shy to do it in front of anyone else. But Juntae gives the best head scratches and back scratches. Something about his light, gentle touch brings you so much comfort. And he can do it for hours, not stopping even if you totally fall asleep. 

Lets you pick off of his plate or he takes some of his food and puts it onto yours, especially if he wants you to have more of a certain food that you like to eat. 

Is the type to use his hand to prevent you from bumping your head on hard surfaces. Also is a chivalrous king and opens/holds doors for you.

♡

Seong-Je

Sometimes, if he’s in a particularly good mood, he lets you win the online game you’re playing with him.

Lowkey fucks with you, teasing you by tapping one shoulder to make you look behind it- only for you to see that he’s not there and he is instead smirking behind the other shoulder.

He doesn’t give them often, and definitely not in front of anyone else. But Seongje does give you forehead kisses. Typically they’re pretty quick, almost as if he’s embarrassed. But sometimes he just can’t help himself.

He makes you install an app on your phone so he can always see what your location is. He doesn’t like feeling like he’s tethered on a leash, so he probably wouldn’t allow you to ask the same of him. Although, he does regularly give you the courtesy of verbally letting you know where he is going to be because he wants you to be able to find him if you need him. 

He sometimes puts his glasses on you just to tease you about how funny and cute you look in them. He mayyy or may not also take a picture of you like that and use it for your contact photo in his phone (don’t tell him I told you that).

Shockingly, he is pretty good at remembering things you tell him. It’s not all the time that he’s actually doing anything with the information he retains, but he does surprise you by recalling details you hadn’t expected him to care about.

If you feel unsafe for any reason and want him to stay with you, he will. He’ll stay the whole night if that’s what you want. He has a certain pride in being someone that you look to for protection.

He looks out for you by telling you things like “Don’t stay up too late”, “Don’t skip dinner”, or “Go straight home.” 

He absolutely will complain about you asking him to carry your backpack, phone, etc. But in the same breath he’s also saying, “Just give it to me.”

Is open about how much money he makes from all of his ‘jobs’ and tells you to let him know if there’s anything that you want him to buy for you. He doesn’t mind getting stuff for you here and there.

♡

Baek-Jin

He’s a busy guy, to say the least. So as much as he tries to nourish your relationship with real dates, sometimes he has to spend time with you during the more mundane parts of his life. That means he invites you to study, or even just spend the night with him so he can have eight uninterrupted hours with you somehow.

Tells you things when you’re asleep that he feels unable to say when you’re awake. It’s just easier for him to express himself in a way that isn’t as vulnerable. “You have no idea what you mean to me” or “I hope that on the other side of this, you will still be with me.”

It’s a very cute gesture that he would only ever do for you, but he makes pinky promises. And one thing is for sure: he never breaks a pinky promise he has with you. Usually, he promises something simple like going on at least one date a week. But sometimes, it’s more serious and he swears that he won’t get hurt or something of that nature.

Baekjin is also always 100% honest with you. He sees no reason not to be fully transparent unless it is to protect you from something that you don’t need to know about. But he is loyal, faithful, and focused on doing what he is able to do in order to keep you happy.

He does his best to give you his undivided attention, but sometimes you do have to ask for it. Since he has so much going on, it might take a simple “Baekjin, I need you right now” before he is pushing everything aside and prioritizing your wellbeing.

When he can’t keep an eye on you himself, he has some of his men do it and report back to him. But they are under strict orders not to disturb you or let you know that you’re being watched.

He personally escorts you home as often as he can. Additionally, he is very protective and walks on the sidewalk closest to the street, always with a hand on the small of your back.

He gives hugs where one arm is wrapped around your waist and his other hand reaches up to cradle the back of your head. Depending on the day, his hugs are longer lasting. As for kisses, he lightly grabs your chin and looks into your eyes for a moment before connecting his lips with yours.

More common than his hugs and kisses, he likes to pet your head or run his hand down your back, your arm, etc. It’s a simpler form of affection that is easier for him to give, but it still says a lot.

He tells you often that he wishes for you to live as normal of a life as possible. You may have chosen him as your partner, which comes with its own unique set of challenges purely because of the business he's involved with. But he stresses that you should still have your own aspirations and healthy things that you want to do with your life.

Are u dutch(since you said testweek)?

hii anon, yes i am actually lmao i hate it here sm ngl 😔 but are you too?

also i love when you guys interact with me 😚

Future Promises

Dae-ho x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: violence. blood and injury. murder. character death (not reader).

Summary: When a fight breaks out in the bathroom, Y/N gets caught in the middle of it. When the eliminated players are announced, Dae-ho panics.

Requested: Yes

Squid Game Masterlist

The divide in the room was clear. Each side equal in terms of numbers yet Y/N could feel the murderous gazes from the ‘O’ side of the room. While others around her talked to one another, trying to ease some of the tension, Y/N sat on her own. She wasn’t too far away from the rest of the group but she was far enough away to be able to breathe. 

For the entire duration of her time in the games, she didn’t have a single change to calm her body down. Even when she slept she was always on high alert. Taking a step away from everyone was what was best for her right now– especially when she needed to prepare to defend herself if it came to that. Y/N didn’t miss the way each player had received a glass bottle and a metal fork with their meal when they hadn’t before. Her fork was securely concealed in her jacket. 

Y/N rested her head on the cool tile wall and sighed. The room seemed much larger now compared to when she had woken up only days ago– though to her it seemed like weeks. There were only one hundred players left out of four hundred and fifty six and somehow Y/N was one of them. Though she might not have been if it wasn’t for one particular person. 

Kang Dae-ho was someone Y/N never thought she would see in these games. They weren’t exactly friends before the games, only worked at the same part-time job. But seeing him was like a breath of fresh air. If it wasn’t for him, Y/N was sure that she would have been killed during the mingle game. The whole time, he had kept her hand firmly clasped in his. When the final round called for two players, he didn’t hesitate to pull her along to a room, pushing her in first before himself. The fear Y/N had felt during that game– if Dae-ho hadn’t been by her side she would have froze up and never left that rotating platform. 

“Y/N,” a familiar voice called to her before she felt the warm and comforting presence sitting beside her. “What are you doing over here on your own?”

Y/N opened her eyes, not realising she had closed them. “I needed to step away for a bit.”

Dae-ho’s thigh pressed against hers. “Tell me next time. I didn’t know where you went.”

Y/N turned to him and offered him a small tight lipped smile. “I’m okay.”

Dae-ho didn’t return her smile, already knowing that it wasn’t genuine. From where his hands were resting in his lap, Y/N watched as they twitched– hesitantly decided if they should reach out to her. Taking the initiative, Y/N held her hand out. A small flash of surprise appeared on Dae-ho’s face before he gently held her hand in his, linking their fingers together. 

The corner of Y/N’s lips tugged up in a smile as she rested her head against the cool tile wall. “I don’t think I’ve told you but I’m glad you’re here. Well, not here exactly– but here with me. Seeing someone I recognised made me feel…safer. So thank you.”

Dae-ho’s gaze was fixated on their clasped hands. “Don’t thank me. Honestly seeing you here made me feel safer even though I hate that you are trapped here too.”

“We both made a stupid choice by phoning that number,” Y/N said. “When we get out of here, let’s not phone any strange numbers in the future.”

A quiet laugh emitted from Dae-ho and caused Y/N to smile. “Agreed.”

A silence washed over them but it was comfortable and if Y/N closed her eyes, she could pretend that they were in the break room at their shitty job. Instead of bidding goodbye at the end of the day like she usually did, she would take the risk and ask him for dinner. Finally doing what her friend had demanded of her when she first started the job and asking her attractive coworker out.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” Y/N said, standing to her feet, her hand slipping out of Dae-ho’s. 

“I’ll go with you,” Dae-ho offered, quickly standing with her. 

“To the women’s bathroom?” Y/N asked, a soft chuckle leaving her lips. 

For a short moment, Dae-ho seemed embarrassed but it quickly seemed to fade. “I’ll keep watch outside.”

A small genuine smile tugged at her lips as she rested her hands on his biceps. “I’ll be fine. You don’t need to protect me, you’ve done that enough already.”

“I’m sorry,” a woman a little older than Y/N said. Y/N glanced at the woman’s number. Player 91. “I overheard you going to the bathroom. We could go together, safety in numbers. I noticed some other women go there not too long ago.”

Y/N turned her attention back to Dae-ho. “See, I’ll be fine.”

There seemed to be nothing that could convince Dae-ho but the moment she leant up and pressed a soft kiss against his cheek all rational thoughts swimming through his mind seemed to evaporate. Y/N laughed and gently trailed her hands down his arms to his hands, offering him a comforting squeeze. “I’ll be fine.”

Slowly, Dae-ho nodded. “Be safe.”

As she took a step back from Dae-ho, he held onto her hands until she was too far to comfortably hold onto them. Y/N allowed her hands to slip from his but the moment his warmth fell away, she craved it once more. Y/N pushed her hands into the pockets of her jacket and offered Dae-ho one final parting smile before following the woman to the bathroom. 

***

Y/N watched as the water dripped from her chin back into the sink as she sighed. She could only hope that not everyone was bright enough to realise they could freely harm anyone that opposes their vote and in the morning they would be able to vote and return home. 

“So you voted to return home?” a woman said, approaching Y/N. 

Y/N didn’t bother to look at the woman as she answered. “Clearly, and anyone with a few brain cells would realise that is the best option for everyone here.”

The woman hummed. “Didn’t you vote to continue the games during the first vote?”

“I did,” Y/N answered. “It was a selfish decision and I regret it.”

“What changed your mind?” the woman questioned. 

“After nearly dying during the second game, I realised that risking my life for money isn’t worth it,” Y/N said, her grip tightening on the skin as Dae-ho’s face flushed in her mind. 

During the six-legged pentathlon, their small group of five was already decided until Jun-hee came along asking to join their team. The moment she found out the younger girl was pregnant, Y/N didn’t hesitate to join another team. 

Dae-ho insisted that he should be the one who left but Y/N refused and found another team, she was one of the first to complete it with one second to spare. For hours she had sat on her bed watching the door waiting for Dae-ho to enter, her anxiety rising when he never entered. When he finally did, Y/N’s heart rate still refused to drop. From then she realised that no matter how much money she would get if she continued to play, it wasn’t worth nearly losing Dae-ho and the other friends she had made. But just the thought of losing Dae-ho sent Y/N into a panic she didn’t see coming. 

“So those who died during those games didn’t matter to you? Only your life matters?” the woman said, continuing to pester Y/N. 

Finally Y/N turned and faced the woman. “Realistically those people would have died anyway. If I wasn’t in these games then nothing would change, someone else would be here in my place and everything would turn out exactly the same.” Y/N glanced at the blue patch on the woman’s jacket. “Seems like you don’t seem to care if people die or not considering you are too fucking selfish and you want more money.”

“Careful how you speak to me,” the woman said. “Once all of you who voted to leave are gone, us who voted to stay will each have over 800 million won each.” Slowly, the woman raised her hand, a silver fork shining in the dim lighting. The fork was pressed  against Y/N’s neck as she looked at the woman standing before her. Despite the situation, Y/N didn’t feel intimidated by the women at all, she was shorter and  was physically weaker than Y/N. 

“I’m only going to say this once,” the woman said, lowering her voice. “Change your vote, continue the games. If you do, I will make sure you get through to the end and get your share of the money.”

No matter how hard she tried, Y/N failed to contain the laughter that slipped past her lips. “I’d believe it if you weren’t threatening me right now. How am I meant to believe you won’t backstab me in the next game?”

The fork was pressed deeper against her neck and Y/N winced. “You need to trust me,” the woman said. 

“Trust a woman who is one movement away from plunging a damn fork into my neck? I think I’ll naively believe that someone will come to their senses and change their vote by morning,” Y/N replied. “Now take that fork away from my neck.”

“Or what?” the woman asked, an unhinged smile spreading across her face. 

“The group that voted to stay are currently outnumbered in this bathroom, five to nine. If you fight, you’ll be overpowered,” Y/N answered as the two other women who voted to stay slowly walked up to join the quiet altercation. 

“You’ll never win,” the woman said, the fork leaving Y/N’s neck. “We may be outnumbered but you have more elders on yours, one punch to the head and they’ll be out cold.”

As Y/N glanced around at the other women in the bathroom, she noticed that most of them were older and looked as if they could not handle themselves in a fight. Y/N sighed. “Do you really care about getting a bit of extra money? If we vote to leave now we still each get a large amount of money. What if you die in the next game? Your last thoughts will be ‘why didn’t I leave when I had the chance?’”

“You don’t know a thing about me!” the woman exclaimed. 

Y/N rolled her eyes and turned back to the sink. “I know that you’re an idiot if you chose to stay in this hellhole.”

The woman didn’t respond verbally. Instead she gripped the back of Y/N’s jacket, yanking her away from the sink. As Y/N stumbled on her feet, the woman sent a punch to her jaw, knocking off her balance completely. 

The moment Y/N’s back hit the floor, hell broke loose as people began fighting one another. It was just as the woman said, there were a lot more women who were physically weaker on Y/N’s side. Almost immediately Y/N watched as a few of them had already hit the floor, a pool of blood forming below them. Y/N didn’t take long to get back to her feet. Y/N wasn’t a particular skilled fighter, she had learnt basic self defense and had never had a reason to use it. Just as Y/N thought, the woman was physically weaker than Y/N as she easily overpowered the woman, gripping tightly onto her hair. 

“Just vote to leave!” Y/N yelled. “How stupid can fifty people be?”

The woman struggled to get out of Y/N’s grip. “I’ll vote to leave when all of you are dead!” she snapped. 

Y/N held tightly onto the woman’s hair as she threw her down on the floor. Before Y/N could think, she grabbed the fork concealed in her pocket and jammed it into the woman’s shoulder. The woman’s eyes widened as she cried out in pain. Y/N yanked the fork out and stood to her feet. There were still others fighting around her yet all she could do was stare down at the woman on the floor. Y/N hadn’t killed her, only injured her, yet she still felt the guilt of that weigh heavily on her shoulders. 

Before Y/N could even think about moving there was a force that sent her to the ground and she scrambled to get away before a force was pressed upon her body and she was harshly turned on her back. A more muscular woman sent a punch to her face before Y/N even had the chance to block it. With her vision blurry, Y/N failed to see the fork slamming down at full force towards her. 

***

Dae-ho sat looking in the direction where Y/N had left with the other woman to go to the bathroom anxiously shaking his leg. There was something clawing inside of him that told him that something bad was going to happen. Of course he had noticed the forks everyone had been given and Gi-hun had only solidified Dae-ho’s beliefs that it wasn’t unintentional. 

Y/N had been gone for a while and it took Jung-bae forcing Dae-ho to remain seated instead of storming after her. 

“I never asked,” Jung-bae spoke, noticing that Dae-ho became considerably more anxious, “how do you know Y/N?”

“We work together,” Dae-ho answered, not tearing his eyes from where she had disappeared. “It’s a shitty part time job but that's all that would hire me. I don’t know why she is still there– she has so much potential.”

Jung-bae hummed. “It seems as if you admire Y/N a lot.”

“I do,” Dae-ho said with no hesitation. “Before now, we only ever spoke at work, but she was always so nice and friendly to me. I watched her interact with customers too and she always greets them with a smile and tries to make them smile. Afterwards I would always find her in the break room exhausted but she would always sit and talk to me if I was on my break. Once she shared that she wished to become an artist but her parents told her that it wasn’t a sustainable career so she gave up.”

“It sounds like a lot more than admiration you have for her,” Jung-bae teased. 

Dae-ho quickly shook his head. “No, it's not anything like what you’re thinking of.”

“How about I ask Y/N when she comes back?” Jung-bae suggested. 

“No!” Dae-ho exclaimed, causing Jung-bae to laugh. Dae-ho sighed. “Okay, maybe it is like that.”

“The following players have been eliminated,” the cheerful voice sounded throughout the room. 

Dae-ho’s heart instantly dropped to the floor as he looked at Jung-bae, fear coursing through his veins. 

“Player 201. Player 449. Player 091–”

“That’s the player who went with Y/N,” Dae-ho said, fear evident in his tone. 

The players entered the room one by one and Dae-ho’s heart rate increased. From the looks of things, it wasn’t only the women who had gotten into a fight in the bathroom as the men walked out too, blood covering each and every one of them. The cheerful voice continued to list the numbers of the players who had been eliminated and Dae-ho’s fear rose after each and every one. He should have somehow gone with her to make sure that she was okay. 

The voice stopped listing off the eliminated players just as Y/N stepped into the room, the guard closing the door behind her. Blood covered her neck and stained her jacket. Smeared blood covered her hands too as she slowly stepped further into the room shaken up. 

“Count your players!” 

The room immediately broke into chaos as each side counted their players and how many each side lost. Dae-ho didn’t care as he ran over to Y/N. 

“Are you okay? What happened?” He asked, looking at the injury on her neck. 

“They attacked us,” Y/N muttered. “I didn’t want to hurt them but I did.”

Slowly, Dae-ho reached forward until he held his hands in front of hers. Without thought, she held onto them tightly as if grounding herself. 

“They attacked you first, you were only defending yourself,” Dae-ho reassured. 

Y/N slowly looked up at him. “I know but–”

“But nothing,” Dae-ho said, slowly pulling Y/N closer to where the rest of the group were standing.

Y/N nodded, squeezing his hands once more. “Can we sit down somewhere?”

Dae-ho gently guided her over to where Gi-hun and the others were sitting as someone counted how many of the whole group there was. Dae-ho gestured for Y/N to sit down first before he sat down next to her, his arm wrapping protectively around her waist, her body leaning closer to him. 

“What happened to your neck?” Dae-ho questioned looking at the long scratches down the back of her neck that ventured under her collar. 

“It happened just before the guards came in to break up the fight,” Y/N muttered, her hand seeking out Dae-ho’s. “If they didn’t come in that second, I’m sure that woman would have finished me off.”

Dae-ho noticed the distant look in her eyes and squeezed her hand to snap her out of it. “Hey, I know it’s hard but try not to think about that right now.”

“What else is there to think about?” Y/N replied, her voice sounding exhausted. 

Dae-ho shrugged, his thumb gliding across her knuckles. “Our job?”

“I nearly died and your response is to talk about our shitty job?” Y/N said. 

“You’re talking about it though,” Dae-ho muttered. “And I was going to ask you, what will you do when you get out of here? You can’t stay in that job for the rest of your life.”

“Pay off my debts,” Y/N answered. “After that, I honestly don’t know.”

“You wanted to become an artist, why don’t you start there?” Dae-ho suggested. 

Y/N looked at him, disbelief clear in her eyes. “You remember that conversation?”

“Of course,” Dae-ho replied. Y/N looked at him– really looked at him. The look immediately made Dae-ho heat up under his collar. 

“I didn’t think anyone really listened when I talked about what I am passionate about,” Y/N admitted. 

“I listened,” Dae-ho replied. 

“Why have we never spoken outside of work?” Y/N asked.

“Probably because we both hate our job and pretend that it doesn’t exist once our shift is over,” Dae-ho replied. 

A soft huff of laughter left Y/N and Dae-ho couldn’t stop the way his heart lifted at the sound. 

“That is true,” she said. “How about when we get out of here, we change that? This definitely isn’t the place or time to say this, but I have liked spending time with you and you have honestly saved me so many times and made this whole thing even the slightest bit bearable. So when we get out of here, why don’t we go for dinner? I’ll pay, it’s the least I can do.”

A wide grin formed on Dae-ho’s face as he nodded. “That would be nice.”

Y/N gave him a smile in return before she rested her head on his shoulder, relaxing her body into his side. The gentle grip he had on her waist tightened as he pulled her closer to his body. While Gi-hun spoke to the group in a hushed tone, Dae-ho only remained half listening as he held onto Y/N. A new sense of survival overcame him– he would get him and Y/N out no matter what. 

Hii I love your work and I have this idea for a while so I hope that you could write it!!

Could you maybe do like based on the last video from Beta, the one in the hotel, where like your a guest and there’s like alove connection with one of the members.

I would really love if it could be like Niko or Chunkz but you write with who you want!!!

Room Service - Chunkz

Summary: You thought you'd signed up for a chaotic night at a YouTuber-run hotel, but instead, you ended up being flirted into a four-course crush by Chunkz with special room service, dessert, and all.

Pairing: Chunkz x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Masterlist

You didn't expect much when your friend surprised you with a last-minute night at a "five-star hotel" run by YouTubers. Honestly, it sounded chaotic. But you went along, suitcase in hand, rolling up to the front desk where Niko and Kenny were already bickering over who had to handle the next guest complaint.

Your check-in was clumsy at best. Kenny handed you a room key, while Niko with his dead serious exprression while he offered a foot massage "for special guests only." You laughed it off, amused but not exactly hopeful, and headed upstairs.

Only to find that Niko had confidently given you a keycard to a room already occupied by a family of four.

You stood in the hallway awkwardly, reevaluating your life choices and adding this moment to your top ten most embarrassing experiences of all time.

Deciding you'd had enough, you wandered back downstairs to the kitchen area Niko had said was "open 24/7" hoping to at least grab a snack while you sorted things out.

And then, he walked in.

Chunkz. Of course you weren't expecting him. Not like that.

He strolled in beside Aj, both of them standing behind the restaurant counter like they belonged in a Michelin-starred kitchen. Aj looked focused, surprisingly serious. Chunkz was laughing at something Aj said, his energy calm but magnetic. You had to give it to him, he looked like he was really trying, taking this whole fake hotel gig more seriously than you'd expected.

And then he looked up.

His eyes met yours, just for a second. Then he smiled, lazy and confident like he already knew how your night was going to end.

"You lost? Or you just came here for me?" Chunkz asked strolling your way with that smug, teasing grin.

"I'm still having problems with my room. The receptionist may have made a mistake..." You said with a shrug.

"I'll show you up, don't want you running into any more... surprises" Chunkz offered, already turning to walk with you, flashing another grin.

"One of the receptionists told me I could come down here anytime" You added, glancing toward the kitchen.

"We're closed for now, it opens again later" Aj cut in. 

"Why are those two setting us up, man?!" Aj said to the camera.

"Those schmucks probably did it on purpose" Chunkz said, not sounding the least bit mad about it. 

"But I don't mind helping you out" Chunkz added with a small smile.

AJ muttered something about "betraying the team" as you followed Chunkz to the lift, tension crackling like static. You weren't blind, he was handsome, obviously but it was how he carried himself. Smooth. Effortless. That kind of charm that made you feel like the only person in the room when he spoke to you.

"So, what brings you to the Beta Hotel?" Chunkz asked as the elevator doors closed.

"Needed a break, didn't think I'd be walking into a reality show" You replied, laughing softly.

"We take hospitality very seriously here" Chunkz said with a grin. 

"You might even get a serenade at dinner" Chunkz added.

"You sing?" You raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"I do a lot of things" Chunkz replied smoothly, his gaze flicking briefly to your mouth before darting away. 

"But only for the right guests" Chunkz added.

Your new room was cleaner, tucked in a quiet corner of the hotel. Chunkz handed you a keycard Aj had found back in one of the tables in the restaurant, one of the master keys, if his smirk was anything to go by. His fingers brushed yours, lingering longer than necessary.

"If you're coming down to dinner" Chunkz said, voice a little softer now, 

"Let me know, I'll save you a seat" Chunkz added.

"Only if you're serving" You replied, leaning against the doorframe.

"Then I guess I'll see you tonight" Chunkz said as he stepped back slowly, like he wasn't quite ready to leave.

Then came dinner.

You hadn't planned on flirting. You hadn't planned on smiling at your phone every time he cracked a joke over dinner 

Dinner turned into a long conversation. Chunkz brought your plate himself, ignored AJ's annoyed looks, and kept coming back to your table like you were a VIP guest.

By dessert, you weren't even hungry. You were laughing too much. Leaning closer. Watching his hands. His grin. The low, smooth confidence in his voice that made you forget you were in a hotel run by chaos.

At the end of the night, he walked you back to your room. The hallway was quiet. But his voice was warm in your ear as you stopped outside your door. 

"You sure this is your room?" Chunkz teased, silent referral with the room confusion earlier.

"Wanna check?" You said as you glanced at him. 

"You're trouble" Chunkz said as he chuckled, eyes flicking to your lips before rising back to meet your eyes.

"And you're serving me a four-course flirt" You said, smiling.

Something electric hung in the air between you. Then, he gently tucked the keycard into your hand that must have slipped from your hand.

"Goodnight, beautiful" Chunkz murmured. 

"Sleep tight, breakfast's on me in the morning" Chunkz added.

You watched him walk away, already wondering what you'd order. 

Probably him. 

And you definitely hadn't planned on leaning against your hotel door later that night when he brought up your dessert himself with tray in hand and that same damn smile on his lips.

"Just wanted to make sure your night ended sweet" Chunkz murmured, gaze locking onto yours for a second too long.

And somehow, one night didn't feel like enough anymore.

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Chunkz was still smiling when he made it back to the kitchen, fingers warm from where they'd brushed yours. He didn't usually get caught up like this, but you? You were different. Sharp. Unbothered. Playful. The kind of woman who could flirt without trying and still leave him speechless.

He barely made it two steps inside before Aj clocked him.

"Ohhh, so you really walked her to her room, yeah?" Aj teased as he leaned against the prep counter, grinning. 

"That's mad, man gave full escort service" Aj said as he laughed.

"Customer service is important, bro" Chunkz said as he smirked, trying to play it cool.

"Customer service? Bro, that woman earlier asked you to join her in the room multiple times yet you turned her down multiple times too" Aj said with a raised eyebrow yet the smile isn't leaving his face.

"She's too old for me, fam. What's with these old horny women anyways?" Chunkz said.

"She had cougar confidence" Aj said as he cackled. 

"Then ten minutes later, you're out here walking the baddest guest we've had all night to her room? Nah, I rate it. Man's got range" Aj said, expression amused.

Chunkz rolled his eyes, but a faint pink crept up his ears.

"I invited her to breakfast, actually" Chunkz said with a smug smile.

"Room service and breakfast?" Aj said as he dramatically gasped. 

"You moving like a whole staycation package" Aj said.

Chunkz tried not to smile. Tried. Failed. You'd thrown him off his game but in a way he didn't mind at all.

"She's fire though" Aj added, sounding more like a proud wingman now. 

"I saw her walk in and I knew you jokeman was gonna clock her straight away. The way you dropped that dessert tray? Embarrassing" Aj said, smirking.

"It was one tray, relax. I was distracted" Chunkz said, giving Aj a brief side eye.

"Props though, you were trying to be respectful by costing our team to lose" Aj said.

"Yeah, well, don't let Kenny or Niko find out. Kenny's already asking if he can help with room service tomorrow" Aj added.

"Over my dead body" Chunkz said as gave him a look. 

"Mans already acting like it's his hotel wife" Aj laughed.

Chunkz just smiled to himself, slowly rolling a towel between his fingers. The thought of you upstairs and maybe still thinking about him, had him already looking forward to breakfast duty.

Yeah, he'd be there.

Fresh shirt, and best cologne.

And maybe, just maybe, dessert before noon.

- end -

Hello lovelies!! See? Consistency from me lmao 

Another Chunkz because my man deserves love like this and I see not too many fics for him. For all the Chunkz girlies.

I hope y'all have an amazing day, absolute love and guidance.

As I said everytime, send in some request and ideas!!