Future Promises

“Strike for Strike”

Pairing: Ahn Suho x Reader

Length: Like 7000 words??

Genre: idk like Romance, Drama, Comfort, Revenge

Warnings: Violence, blood, emotional trauma, broken bones, intense angst, protective Suho, mutual pining

Summary: After Beom-seok (your former friend) beats you so badly your arm ends up broken, Ahn Suho can’t sit still. What he does that night changes everything between you.

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The hospital room was too bright.

Sterile white light bounced off polished tiles and smooth walls, washing out your already pale face. Your arm sat in a sling across your chest, the bruises spreading down your forearm in a sick purple bloom. The doctors said you were lucky—hairline fracture, not a full break. You weren’t sure if you agreed.

Across the room, Ahn Suho stood in the corner, arms crossed tightly over his chest. He hadn’t said much since you got out of surgery. Just hovered. Watched. His jaw had been clenched so tight you were afraid it would crack.

You hated that he saw you like this—beaten, broken, silent. You hated even more that you couldn’t lie about who had done it.

“You should rest,” he finally said, voice low and flat.

You didn’t respond.

Suho walked to your bedside and crouched down, finally meeting your eyes. His brows were furrowed with something unreadable—anger, guilt, sorrow, maybe all three.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he whispered.

Your throat tightened. “I thought… maybe he wouldn’t go that far.”

“Beom-seok broke your arm.”

You flinched—not at the words, but at the way he said them. Like he was holding back a hurricane.

Suho rose. “I’m going out.”

You blinked. “What?”

“I’ll be back,” he said, already walking away. “Stay here.”

You grabbed at his sleeve with your good hand. “Suho, don’t—”

But he was already gone.

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Suho’s fists clenched and unclenched as he moved through the cold streets. He knew where Beom-seok would be. He’d always been predictable like that—corner of the old school building, the back alley behind the convenience store, alone with his rot.

He hadn’t said anything when you told him. Just listened while your voice cracked around the memory of fists and betrayal. Beom-seok, your childhood friend. The one who smiled too much, who always needed saving—until the power flipped. Until he hurt you, because it made him feel strong.

Suho wasn’t going to let that slide.

The wind bit at his cheeks as he rounded the corner—and there he was. Beom-seok. Smoking something cheap, headphones in. Unbothered. Untouched.

Suho’s blood boiled.

“Hey,” he barked.

Beom-seok looked up, brows raised. “Suho? What—”

The punch landed before he could finish.

Suho didn’t give him time to fall properly. He grabbed his collar and drove his knee into Beom-seok’s ribs, once, twice, until the other boy gasped, coughing blood onto the pavement.

“You think you can touch her and walk away?” Suho growled.

Beom-seok spat. “She deserved it.”

Suho saw red.

He didn’t hold back. Fists slammed into cheekbones and jawlines, until his own knuckles split open and blood sprayed across his hoodie. Beom-seok tried to fight back, but it was pathetic. Weak. The cowardice oozed off him like a stink.

“You think that makes you a man?” Suho hissed, dragging Beom-seok up by the hair. “You broke her fucking arm, and for what? Because she walked away from your sorry ass?”

“She turned her back on me first,” Beom-seok snarled through swollen lips. “She left me alone!”

“You did that to yourself.”

Suho threw him down like garbage and stood over him, breathing hard. His voice dropped to a low, vicious murmur. “If you ever go near her again, I swear—there won’t be a next time.”

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You didn’t sleep. You couldn’t—not with the weight of what you knew Suho was doing.

When the door creaked open just past 2 a.m., you were sitting up in the hospital bed, good arm clutching the blanket to your chest. Suho stepped inside, hoodie torn, knuckles wrapped in bloodied gauze.

You stared at him.

He didn’t speak. Just walked over, dropped into the chair beside you, and leaned forward, elbows on knees.

“Did you… did you hurt him?”

He didn’t look at you. “Yeah.”

“Bad?”

“Not as bad as he deserved.”

You swallowed hard. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I did.”

You were silent for a while, eyes fixed on his busted hands.

“He could’ve—he might retaliate,” you whispered.

Suho looked at you then, eyes sharp, almost wild. “Let him try.”

You reached out, trembling slightly, and gently laid your fingers over the back of his hand. He flinched, but didn’t pull away.

“You didn’t need to protect me like that,” you said softly.

He turned his hand under yours, curling his fingers around your palm.

“I always protect what’s mine,” he said. “Even if you don’t let me.”

Your breath hitched. “I’m not yours.”

His gaze dropped to your lips. “Aren’t you?”

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The next few days blurred. You were discharged from the hospital. Suho insisted on walking you home, shadowing you like a silent guardian. He didn’t bring up the fight again—but you knew the aftermath was still rippling beneath his skin.

He brought you your favorite snacks. Sat beside you while you watched movies. Glared at anyone who so much as looked at you sideways in the halls.

He didn’t ask for anything in return.

But one night, a week later, when the bruises were still there but your heart hurt more than your body—you asked him to stay.

He sat on the edge of your bed while you curled beneath your blanket, injured arm resting in a pillow cradle. His hoodie was too big on you. His scent wrapped around you like safety.

“Why did you do it?” you whispered into the dark. “Why risk that for me?”

He didn’t answer right away. Then:

“Because you matter to me.”

Your chest tightened. “We weren’t even that close before.”

“We should’ve been.”

Silence.

Then you said the thing that scared you most.

“I was scared you’d hate me for getting involved with Beom-seok in the first place.”

Suho turned his head slowly. “I hated him. Never you.”

You bit your lip. “Even now?”

He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from your face, thumb trailing along your cheekbone.

“Especially not now,” he murmured.

And then he kissed you.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t soft. It was full of everything he’d been holding back—rage, fear, relief, longing. Your hand fisted in the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. His lips moved against yours like he’d been starving, and you gave in, melted, let the hurt fall away for a moment.

When he finally pulled back, breathless, he rested his forehead against yours.

“You’re not alone anymore,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”

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Beom-seok disappeared for a while after that. Rumors swirled—he transferred schools, his father got involved, there was even talk of charges. You didn’t care. Not anymore.

Because Suho never left.

When your cast came off, he was there, fingers ghosting over your healed arm like it was sacred. When nightmares woke you up, he answered his phone on the first ring, even at 3 a.m.

You started calling him “mine” in your head long before you said it out loud.

It happened one afternoon, a month later. You were sitting on the school rooftop, wind tugging at your hair, his hand warm in yours.

“You remember what you said?” you asked. “About protecting what’s yours?”

He turned to you, eyes dark and steady. “Yeah.”

You smiled faintly. “I think I’m ready to be yours.”

Suho didn’t smile. He just leaned in, pressed his lips to your temple, and whispered, “Good.”

Because you already were.

ANYONE WANT A LITTLE FLASHBACK TO WHEN BEOM-SEOK AND READER FELL OUT???

Reconnection

Pairing: Go Hyuntak x fem!reader

Summary: Having known of Hyuntak from his training days of Tae Kwon Do, you never thought you'd run into him again. What started as admiration from afar quickly turned into the beginning of something more.

Word count: 1.7K

Warning: Slight trigger warning of SA if you squint, but other than that, none.

A/N: Wrote this for me. My first fanfic in years, and God, it felt good to write again. I'm happy with it.

Go Hyuntak was someone you've never imagined crossing paths with again. Attending different schools. Having different friend groups. Only ever catching glimpses of him from the window when you would walk past Hu-min's father's chicken restaurant across the street on the way home. Sometimes, it was hard not to notice the bruises and wounds he and his friends bore. You began to wonder if he's still as skilled in Tae Kwon Do as you remember. Of course he is. You shook your head. He was the best.

Rumor had it he hurt his knee and couldn't compete anymore. When you heard, you felt devastated. Someone as talented and hardworking as him, only for his dream to be taken away. It wasn't fair. You could only imagine how he felt. Did he suffer through the pain alone? Does he still think about what could have been? To be the best Tae Kwon Do athlete and have it all?

You'll never know. But from where you stood, the injury doesn't stop him from fighting. From protecting his friends. The five young men laughed at a joke Baku made and then dug in at the feast placed before them. Hyuntak's smile still dazzled you, even from a distance. As you start to worry whether he is taking care of his injuries properly, you hear your name being called.

"y/n!"

You turned and quickly rejoined your friends who had walked further ahead.

"Staring at Gotak again?" One of them teased, using his well-known nickname. Your face instantly blushed, and you looked away, unable to deny it.

"Hey, leave her alone. I think it's cute," your best friend piped up, putting an arm over your shoulder. "There's nothing wrong with a little yearning every now and then."

That made you laugh, "Shut up." You both giggled and continued going about your way.

After you said goodbye to your friends, you decided to stop by a convenience store before finishing your walk home. You were thirsty and wanted your favorite cold drink: a strawberry and banana smoothie. It was probably the best part of your routine. You grabbed your favorite bread to go along with it and headed for the register.

You thanked the cashier and just stabbed your straw into the drink when a rowdy group of boys walked in. They were a noisy bunch, and their uniforms told you they also attended Eunjang High, the same school as Hyuntak and his friends. Your eyes scanned the store, looking for a way to exit without having to go through them. Luckily, the aisle that was next over was free, and you kept your head down, making your way to the door. Due to your short stature, you didn't have to crouch much, being 5'2 and all.

You stand straight and head for the door, pushing it open when you feel someone pull you back from the strap of your backpack, hard. Somehow, you were able to maintain your balance and look up at the face who deprived you of your freedom. Hair dyed blonde and a scar across his left eye. He sneered.

"What do we have here?" His friends behind him snicker as he pressed forward, making you bump against some of the merchandise.

"Is that for me?" The blonde placed his hands over his heart as he feigned gratitude, noticing your drink and pastry. As he stepped closer, you looked away and felt him take your bag with the bread. He threw it on the ground and stomped on it, smearing the delicious treat on the floor with his foot.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep, shaky breath. Never imagining yourself in this position before, you decided not to go down without a fight, no matter what their intentions were. You held your breath as he took one more step closer, and that's when you jammed your right knee against his crotch with all the strength you could muster. It was enough to distract him for a moment, and you ran out, throwing your drink at him, focusing only on getting out of there.

As you heard him and his group start to run after you, you heard a voice. Not just anyone's voice. His voice.

"Hey!"

You stopped in your tracks and turned back around. Being a good distance away, you noticed Hyuntak and his friends a few feet apart from the entrance of the convenience store where the blonde and his group were also stopped in confusion. The blonde looked pissed, whether from being hit in the nuts or stopped from chasing after you, you couldn't be sure.

"This has nothing to do with you!" He screamed in rage.

All the while, Hyuntak remained calm. His eyes scanned the area, first seeming to count how many of the goons there were, and then to the blonde covered in your drink. Hands in the pockets of his pants, he glanced over at you, and you both locked eyes. Your heavy breathing from the adrenaline and run began to slow down, and you felt a sense of peace take over you.

He turned back to the blonde. "It does now."

The next word was said at the same time. You in your head and the blonde aloud, "What?"

Before you had time to think it over, Hyuntak's fist connected with the blonde's face, knocking him to the ground. You gasped, stuck in freeze or flight mode. The decision was made for you when one of the goons charged after you. The last thing you saw before running away was three of Hyuntak's friends joining in on the fight, including Baku.

You ran as fast as you could, not daring to look back. You knew the area pretty well and figured you would be able to hide somewhere once the coast was clear when you felt a pair of hands slam you against a wall. Your face and body were pushed into it, holding you in place.

"We weren't done with you yet." Said an unfamiliar voice, his hot breath fanned against your ear, and you struggled to get away.

Before you could scream for help, someone threw the boy off of you. You turned around, back towards the wall, as you watched Hyuntak beat the guy to a pulp. With his back towards you, you badly wanted to tell him to stop, but you couldn't find your voice. It wasn't until Baku walked up to him, putting a hand on his shoulder, and said, "Enough, Gotak."

Hyuntak stopped fist midair and let go of the boy, his limp body making a thud as he hit the ground. He was breathing heavily, and yet there didn't seem to be a scratch on him. Baku looked untouched as well. As if he read your mind, he turned to you and smiled.

"Are you alright?"

You nodded, still a bit in shock and unsure of how to thank them. Hyuntak took a breath and finally turned to face you. His eyes looked into yours again, and this time, you felt your heart start to race for a different reason.

"I need to hear you say it," his voice was soft, yet stern, "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"I'm okay." You managed to get out.

His eyes softened, and he looked at Baku. With a nod of his head, he turned and walked back from the way we came. Hyuntak looked at you and simply said, "Let's go."

The walk back to his friends was silent. You tried to fix your school uniform and composure as discreetly as possible. With no idea of how your hair looked, you figured it was what it was. You peeked at Hyuntak, and he looked lost in thought. Up ahead, two of his friends were waiting, and it appeared that the blonde and his goons had run off. You wondered where his other friend went. The one with the glasses.

"Nice job, Sieun! Suho!" Baku threw his arms over their shoulders with a wide smile. "Where's Juntae?

As if on cue, the one named Juntae comes out of the convenience store with what looked like your drink and a pastry bag. He smiled shyly and handed you the items. "We hope you're alright. I wasn't sure of the pastry, so I just got one I recommend."

The day's toll hit you instantly, and tears welled up in your eyes. You quickly wiped them and looked at the five boys who rescued you. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

The boys all smiled, apart from Hyuntak. He cleared his throat, adjusted his blue hoodie, and faced his friends, "I'll walk her home. See you guys later."

They waved goodbye to you, and you waved back with a smile. You then noticed Hyuntak staring at you with curiosity. You blushed and turned to the general area of your home. "It's this way."

Even though the distance was short, they say time lasts longer being with someone you like. The sun was beginning to set, and the breeze felt nice against your skin. It was a comfortable silence until you heard Hyuntak say, "Drink."

You stopped walking and looked up at him confused, "What?"

He sighed, "You must be dehydrated. Drink." He gestured to the strawberry banana smoothie.

Oh. You hadn't even realized how thirsty you were until he mentioned it. Your lips covered the straw, and you drank. The cold drink felt good traveling down your throat. You eagerly drank some more, and that's when you heard Hyuntak chuckle. You watched his smile, and up close, it's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. You blinked and took in your surroundings, and saw that your home was just a few houses down.

"I'm fine here. Thank you for walking me home. And thank you for helping me today."

"You can thank me by letting me walk you home for a while." He said.

Shaking your head, you began to protest. "There's really no need. You don't-"

With what looked like slow motion, Hyuntak leaned over. He maintained eye contact until his lips touched the straw of your drink. You held still, letting him finish it and at the same time not believing this was happening. When he stood up, he smiled at your reaction. You couldn't tell if it was his smile that blinded you or the sun setting behind him.

He walked past you and said over his shoulder, "See you tomorrow, y/n."

A/N: may or may not continue this. Gif is made by me. Feedback is appreciated :)

Oh Mama! | Ahn Sooho Weak Hero class 1

-in which Ahn Sooho sees the girl of his dreams (whc1 is on Netflix now!! Go watch!!)

Ahn Sooho wasn’t one for wasting time, except for maybe the occasional drinks; he had more on his mind than most middle schoolers had. He had multiple part time jobs just to support himself and his grandmother, but there was always a gnawing feeling in his heart. It was almost as if he was yearning for something. Not money, but a person.

“Sooho… are you sure you’re fine?” Beomseok asked as he sat next to him.

Sooho had been deep in thought for the past ten minutes, elbow resting on the table as his hand supported his cheek. The boy seemed as if he was coming up with a master plan to take over the school.

“Why is it we never get to see the girls from the school opposite of us? I mean, we’re less than fifteen footsteps away, but we never see them. It’s as if there’s some magical barrier stopping us!” Sooho said as he took a spoonful of rice into his mouth. “They have to be angels or something if their school leaders are so protective of them!”.

Sieun grimaced as he took a tissue and wiped off the rice Sooho had spat onto his uniform. “Maybe swallow your food before you talk? Then you’ll get to see them?”.

Sooho whined to himself as he ate his lunch.

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You had never been one to spend much time in the dating scene. Maybe the occasional confession from the boys from Byuksan Middle School but none of them had ever caught your eye. You were one of the girls who could be described by the word ‘sweetheart’. Whether it was true or not, the boys at Byuksan Middle School couldn’t care less.

Maybe it was true, your grades weren’t stellar or your piano skills weren’t amazing, but you were amazing enough to have people admire you.

It was around six in the afternoon as you made your way out of school, walking on the designated pavements as you took a step out the school gate. The cold winter air was starting to arrive and you pulled your brown coat closer to your body, hoping it would be enough to keep you warm until you arrived home. Your AirPods were in your ears, a classical song playing. The piano and violin made your steps fast as you walked down the hill from the school to the bus stop. That was, until your AirPods decided to die.

“Shit…” you muttered as you stopped, taking out the case from your pocket and putting your AirPods in them. Instead, you took out wired headphones from your bag pack as you untangled them.

“Oh Mama!”

You looked up in confusion at the exclamation as you saw a boy, definitely around your age, clasping his hand over his mouth with his eyes wide as he looked straight at you from across the street. He was tall, very tall. Had a weird haircut but his face made up for it.

Your eyes went from his hair, eyes, lips then his uniform as the familiar logo caught your eye.

“Byuksan Middle School,” you muttered as you smiled politely at the boy but quickly made your way to the bus stop, knowing the type of guys that roamed in that school.

There was no in between; nerds, delinquents, bully victims and then you have the type where their only weakness is their personal problems.

From the sight of his muscles, he was definitely a delinquent type.

“Not my cup of tea” you muttered to yourself as you put your earbuds in.

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Sooho was starstruck. The poor lovesick fool sat in the cafeteria with a big grin. Sieun and Beomseok shared a look as Sieun snapped his fingers in front of the boy’s face.

“Are you sick or possessed?” Sieun said as he sat back in his seat, unapproving.

“If you’re not feeling well, we could just eat in the classroom? Or go to the nurse’s office?”Beomseok suggested as Sooho suddenly slammed his fists on the cafeteria table in determination, causing Beomseok and everyone in the area to flinch from the sudden sound.

“I’m going to find her,” Sooho suddenly stated in resoluteness.

Sieun raised an eyebrow as he said, “Who?”.

Sooho simply gave him a smirk.

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Sieun could’ve slapped his friend right then and there. Sooho had dragged the two to the same spot he had seen you the previous day, wanting them to experience the same eye-opening experience.

“I have Math Academy, you idiot. I need to go,” Sieun said as Sooho had a tight grip on his coat still.

“No, you’re not getting it! If you had seen her, you’d be lovestruck too! The way she walked down the hill with the wind in her hair!” Sooho said as he practically had heart eyes, his expression dreamy.

Beomseok had a smile as he said, “Okay, let’s see if she’s here today. Do you remember how she looks like?”.

“Are you kidding? I’m pretty sure I saw her in my dreams last night. Or was it this morning? I can’t remember. Her face is imprinted…” Sooho said as he grasped his hand over where his heart was, his expression desperate, “In my heart”.

Sieun had his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at his friend in disgust, “Good Lord”.

“Girls from the school down the street are known for being pretty. Maybe you’re right, she’ll really have us that smitten too” Beomseok spoke, trying to understand Sooho’s behaviour.

“Right on the jackpot my friend!” Sooho said as he gave Beomseok a slap on the back.

It had been well over an hour and Sieun wasn’t happy. The boy had a frown as he kept checking the clock on his phone. Most of the girls from the school down the street had gone home, and it didn’t seem like you were coming anytime soon.

“Sooho, maybe she’s already gone home?” Beomseok said as Sooho desperately paced the pavement with Sieun’s jacket in the grip of his left hand, forcing the boy to pace with him.

“It can’t be. She was going home at the same time yesterday!” Sooho said as he looked like a sad puppy.

“Maybe she had extra classes or club activities, idiot. She might’ve had free time after school and went home already,” Sieun said as he took the opportunity to poke Sooho in the side, causing the taller boy to release his grip on his jacket.

Sieun sighed as he said, “Maybe your little fantasy girl will appear tomorrow. Just get to your job already, you’ll be late”. The boy looked at his phone as he grumbled, “I’m already late to my academy, i’ll get going now”.

Beomseok patted Sooho on the shoulder as he reassured his friend, “Maybe Sieun’s right. She’ll be here tomorrow, I can feel it. I’ll accompany you to work, how about that?”.

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“Boss! I’m here!” Sooho sang as he walked into the restaurant and went to the back as he put on his apron.

“Sooho! Help me with these orders!” The boss, a woman in her late fifties said as she prepared the food, placing the raw meat on a tray and handing it to Sooho. “There’s also orders for more soda at table five!”.

“Right away ma’am!” Sooho saluted as he got the meat to tables six, two and ten, before going to the fridge to get the four sodas, holding it to his chest as he walked over and placed it on the table.

“Four sodas,” Sooho said as the customer turned and made eye contact with him.

“Oh Mama”.

His breath was taken away right then and there. The idiot couldn’t believe his eyes. Sieun and Beomseok were right. You had gone home. But now you were here, eating barbecue with your friends, at his workplace. Smiling and giggling with them as you engaged in conversation.

“Oh it’s you” you couldn’t help but say as you recognised him.

“Yes, it’s me” Sooho wiped his hands on his apron as he cleared his throat and stood up straight, puffing up his chest.

The other girls at the table couldn’t help but notice the exchange as you asked, “I saw you and your two friends standing outside the school for an hour. What was that about?”.

Sooho gulped. How was he supposed to explain that he had waited for an entire hour with two of his friends just to catch a glimpse of you? You’d think he was a total creep.

“I wasn’t. I.. had to pick up… my cousin!” Sooho said as he tried to play off the situation. “She’s a student there so I had to pick her up. Can’t let her go home on her own. Dangerous world out there”.

The other girls at the table giggled as you raised an eyebrow and scoffed in disbelief, a smile ghosting your lips, “your friend dragged you away from the school, I’m pretty sure. Picking up your cousin? That’s a new one. Usually they outright admit they were waiting for us and beg us for a date”.

Sooho was as finished as the meat on the grill. You had definitely caught on and knew what he was up to. Sooho cleared his throat as he said, “I have a good explanation, I’m sure. Honestly, I just wanted to talk to you. I mean, you’re so pretty and I wanted to ask you out!”.

Sooho realised what he had said as he looked at you in shock. The girls at the table also stopped as they realised what he said rambled. You looked at him, not saying a word, causing the poor boy to sweat till no tomorrow.

“I mean- Only if you’d want to?” Sooho tried to save the situation.

You looked at the boy from his head to his feet as you took in his appearance.

Tall, good looking, hard worker from the fact he was working a part time job so late at night, seems outgoing, hilarious. No cons so far.

“Are you a delinquent?” You asked him as he instantaneously denied it. “No! What would make you even think that?”.

You shrugged, “You just have the look for it”.

“Tell you what, put your number in,” you said as you handed him your phone. A chorus of ‘ooohs’ sounded from the table as Sooho hastily punched in his numbers, his palms sweaty and feeling as if he’d drop the phone at any second.

He left a missed call before handing you back the phone as he said with a sense of confidence, “I’ll text you”.

Sooho walked off to continue serving customers as you were a little taken aback by his sudden confidence. It was… attractive, and you had to admit it. Your friend elbowed you as she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh shut up” you said as you rolled your eyes and ate a piece of meat off the grill.

Later that night, you laid in bed in your pyjamas as you got a text.

“Are you up?”.

You rolled your eyes with a small smile as you rolled onto your front, propping yourself up with your elbows as you typed a response back.

“I am. What are you up to?”.

Sooho sat up on the couch in the staff room of the barbecue place as he thought about it. Would you be flattered by the thought of a guy that worked several jobs? Sooho sighed before typing back a response.

“Resting at work”.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you checked the clock on your phone.

“At two in the morning? What time do you get off work?”.

Sooho immediately typed back.

“Five”.

You sat up in your bed, blanket over your shoulders as you did simple arithmetics.

“So you only rest for an hour before school?”.

That was worrying. A middle schooler barely having enough sleep? How’s his grades then if he doesn’t have time to study?

“Are you gonna have enough sleep for school?” You couldn’t help but ask. It wasn’t usual for someone to have to work multiple jobs at your age. Maybe he was saving up for university?

“I will. You should go to sleep. It’s really late. Can’t have you missing out on your beauty sleep to talk to your Prince Charming ;) “.

Sooho cringed at himself while you laughed to yourself under the comfort of your blankets. This boy was funny.

“I’ll go to sleep then, Prince Charming. Good night” you typed back before setting your phone on your nightstand and turning to face the window.

Sooho leaped from the sofa in the staff room as he cheered, wiggling his butt in excitement as he texted the group chat he had with Sieun and Beomseok.

“She said goodnight!!! Thats the biggest achievement ever!!” Sooho texted as he laid on the sofa again, holding his phone to himself as he smiled.

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That was about a month ago. You sat on the plastic chair outside the convenience store as you ate your ice cream cone, Sooho on the opposite side of the table. Sooho kept fidgeting as he stole glances at you. He remembers the first time he ever saw you at the school gate and he couldn’t help but be enamoured by you every single time he stared at you.

“Do I have ice cream on my face?” You asked as you looked at Sooho. Sooho seemed to snap out of it as he sat up in his seat, “No, sorry, just falling inlove”.

Sooho often loved to throw flirty remarks like that throughout the month you had gotten to know him. Constant text messages, phone calls, visits to his workplace and he’d come to every single one of your performances at school. Sooho had been preparing himself to confess in a true-blue Sooho manner, but he couldn’t help but feel like this was the perfect moment.

“You don’t have academy tomorrow, right?” Sooho asked casually as he ate his ice cream cone.

You raised a brow, “No, I don’t. Why?”.

Sooho took a deep breath as he said, “I thought we could get a meal after school. You know, you and me, dressed up… maybe even go to that photo booth you’ve wanted to go so bad”.

“So like a normal dinner we always go to? Or is this… a date?” You asked as you looked at him with those eyes he had fallen inlove with.

“A date” Sooho said confidently as you had a smile on your face.

“You know, I’ve been waiting for you to confess” you chuckled to yourself.

Sooho’s jaw dropped. “You’ve liked me this whole time and wanted me to confess?!”.

“Obviously! Shouldn’t the guy confess? Be a gentleman” You teased as you smiled at him.

Sooho couldn’t help but soften at your smile as he looked away, “Fine, maybe you’re right”. A smile was on his lips as he looked at you from the corner of his eyes.

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Sorry guys I’m so hungry rn I’m about to go into work in 10 minutes. Hope this was good ;; it’s been a while since I’ve written anything since my GCEs LOL

AHH i'm so glad u love my writing!! you are so so kind as well :) and i love this request like????

dating jack champion

✷ where do i start with this outgoing boy

✷ let's go back to when you first met: it was the first day of filming for way of the water, and you had been cast as one of the sully children. and you were just chilling, going over your lines until you see jack walk past you.

✷ you immediately think he's cute. and it doesn't help that you two have a lot of scenes together since his character (spider) is closely tied with the sully family.

✷ the more scenes you film, the more time together, the more chances you get to know each other...and you know the rest.

✷ jack is such a simp for you. like full puppy-dog eyed head over heels for you type shit.

✷ you know that one tik tok song that's like 'walk him like a dog sis, walk him like a dog' yeah that's literally you and him.

✷ can literally stare at you for hours and not get bored. getting ready for an event? he's staring at you. doing normal daily activities? he's staring at you. it gets a little creepy sometimes, ngl.

✷ as seen in my first jack drabble, butters is your bestie lol. sometimes, you think she loves you more than she loves jack. she's always up for your cuddles and head scratches.

✷i dk maybe you just have this certain charm when it comes to his family (butters included) because they all love you!! will literally beg jack to bring you over during the weekend or smth lol

✷ you like doing his makeup a lot. you're sitting on his lap, music playing in the background while you do his lashes. jack likes mascara and eyeliner the best, and makes you take soso many pictures.

✷ speaking of pictures, u guys are definitely that couple who goes to hundreds of photobooth and come out with so many picture strips. you keep some in the back of your phone and he has some in his wallet.

✷ he calls you babe & baby a lot, and honey too. sometimes he'll call you something stupid like 'my little snookums' in his high-pitched voice to make you laugh.

✷ is a cuddler 10000%. he doesn't really care whether he's the big spoon or not. but he loves it when you sleep on his chest, or when he sleeps in your lap so you can play with his hair and face.

✷ also, you love his hair!! sometimes you really be wondering wtf he be doing for it to be so fluffy. like what products do you use sir??? sometimes he'll be talking to you but you're just zoned out twirling his curls around

✷ his favorite dates with you are the ones that aren’t planned. you two of just sitting around and then one of you is just like “hey, wanna go do ___” and then it goes from there.

✷ love love loves hugs. jack will take a hug from you any chance he gets.

✷ in a way, jacks like the best friend you never had.

star night - jb blurb

masterlist | jude's masterlist

psa 🗣️: wow. what a week of ucl football! congratulations to all the teams that qualified 🤍 here's a tiny blurb with jude after his win yesterday as requested!! so proud of this man guys i can't :((

the strands on the bottom of your scarf had become your best friend throughout the game. making small knots or twisting strands together. nervous was one way to describe how you felt, but the huge bubble and pit in your tummy said more. covering your eyes when attempted goals were made, and gasping out reliefs when they were saved.

it was a total of 120 minutes, played, and in the end, penalties would determine who would advance. your eyes were glued onto the familiar tall figure, the 5 on the back, the one player who proved their worth after many talks and banters. you could tell he was tired, though he gave it his all.

the stadium went quiet for you, and all you heard was the rapid pulse in your veins as seconds passed. agony, cheers, tears, and laughter. it felt surreal, time went slow, and all you could focus on was him celebrating on the pitch, brown eyes gleaming with delight and relief as his team passed onto the next round.

he was over the moon, clapping, dancing, singing, hugging his teammates, just overridden with emotion. your eyes locked almost immediately, jude not being able to hide a big smile on his lips when seeing you. you waited by the rails, holding a towel and a jacket for him.

jude engulfed you into a tight and rushed hug, out of breath from running on pure adrenaline. you could feel the rapid heartbeat of his against your chest, his jersey clanging tight after running all evening. you laughed, cleaning his neck, sides, and face that glistened with sweat. "we did it baby... we did it," was all jude said as he leaned his forehead onto yours.

you held his face, kissing the bridge of his nose, "you did my love. i'm so so proud of you, look around and take it all in." jude couldn't help but dig into your neck, shoulders shaking as he let himself full relax against you. you could hear a small sniffle, jude pulling back, your thumbs catching the tears, and wiping them away from his pretty face. "i can't- i don't know how to feel. it happened so fast!" exclaimed your boyfriend in disbelief.

"what matters is that you did it, all the way to the end. you made history here tonight, keep it in here," you touched his temple, "and feel it here," placing your palm over his heart. "i love you y/n so much," he relished your love, wanting to stay here with you and never go back. he would die a happy man after this moment. "thank you for being with every time, between the good in the bad. you're the best thing that has ever happened to me, pretty girl."

neither of you could care less about the cameras, stares, or shouts from fans. this was his moment with you, and jude had just that. you held the back of his head, thumb brushing his nape, as all you could do was stare deep into each other's eyes with smiles as if you were kids at a candy store. "kiss me, kiss me y/n," pleaded your boyfriend, closing his watery eyes as you pulled him into a welcoming kiss.

lips molding as you let every sentiment of stress and anxiety from the game fly away. tasting his minty scent, as he deepened the kiss, his hand wrapped around your waist, and one holding your face, just like in the movies, except this was reality. you pulled back and kissed all over his face, jude shutting his eyes tight and crinkling his nose in bliss as you congratulated him.

"congratulations my golden boy."

weak hero class 2 headcanons — kisses with the boys of whc²

synopsis — headcanons on how the boys of whc2 would kiss you ^^

pairing/s — sieun x reader, suho x reader, baku x reader, gotak x reader, juntae x reader, baekjin x reader, seongje x reader

a/n — no hyoman despite the photo used, obviously not writing for a sexual harasser on here. love the actor tho!

⤷ yeon sieun

sieun’s kisses are quiet, like everything he does—calculated, meticulous, but the impact lingers. he pauses first, eyes searching yours for confirmation, always making sure. “just for a second,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb beneath your jaw. si-eun’s not the type to make a big deal out of it, but when he leans in, it’s with the kind of care that makes your heart ache. his fingers trail down from your jaw to the back of your ear, tentative, like he’s scared he’ll break something if he moves too fast. “stay still,” he murmurs, voice low, like he’s focusing too hard. and when your lips meet, it’s feather-light but grounding, like he’s anchoring himself in the feeling of you. and for just a second, you feel like you’re the only thing in his world.

⤷ ahn suho

suho kisses you like it’s the most natural thing in the world. like breathing, like blinking. he grins as he leans down, arms loose around your waist, and you feel the warmth radiating off him even before his lips touch yours. “you’re staring,” he teases, his voice barely above a whisper. “you gonna kiss me or just keep looking?” and when you do, he laughs into the kiss, light and carefree, his hand slipping up the back of your neck, pulling you just a little closer. “there,” he says, smug. “much better.”

⤷ park humin (baku)

baku’s grinning before he even kisses you. leans in like he’s about to tell you a secret, lips brushing yours once, twice, then pulling back with a little laugh when you chase him. “missed me?” he teases, but when he’s kissing you for real—it’s slower, deeper, more serious than you expect. his hand’s at your hip, fingers curling through your belt loop like he doesn’t want you going anywhere. “you’re mine now, you know that?” he murmurs, still smiling, but it’s softer now. the kind that makes your stomach flip in the best way.

⤷ go hyuntak (gotak)

gotak’s kiss is slow and reassuring, the kind of kiss that makes you feel like everything is going to be okay. he’s calm and deliberate, pulling you closer with a gentleness that contrasts with his usual boyish disposition. his lips move against yours with a soft rhythm, and his hand rests on the back of your head, pressing you in just a little closer.

“you’re safe with me,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing over your cheek, and you can feel the sincerity in his words, as though he’s silently promising to protect you.

⤷ seo juntae

juntae’s so nervous you can practically feel it in the way his fingers twitch near yours. “can i—uh, is it okay if i…?” he trails off, face already red, and you have to smile because he’s so damn sweet. when he finally kisses you, it’s hesitant, a soft press of lips like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. but the second time, when you kiss him back, he relaxes. his hand comes up to cup your cheek, and it’s deeper, more sure. “that wasn’t… too weird, right?” he asks, voice sheepish. you shake your head and laugh. he kisses you again, smiling this time.

⤷ na baekjin

baekjin’s kiss is unexpected, full of intensity and passion. he doesn’t waste time with hesitation—his lips crash into yours with a fervor that surprises you, as though he’s been holding back for too long. his hands grip your waist, pulling you in as if he doesn’t want to let go. there’s something urgent, something desperate in the way he kisses you, but it softens as you respond, and for once, he allows himself to give in to the moment.

“don’t pull away,” he murmurs softly against your lips, his breath shaky, and as his thumb gently brushes your cheek, you can feel the blood rushing through his veins, telling you everything he’s too afraid to say.

⤷ geum seongje

seongje is impulsive, and his kiss is no different. he doesn’t ask for permission, he just goes for it, his hand slips around your wrist, pulling you in close, and he doesn’t hesitate—his lips crash into yours with a reckless kind of intensity that leaves you breathless. it’s wild and spontaneous, the kind of kiss that catches you off guard, but you can feel the deep emotion behind it, the rawness in the way he holds you. he pulls away with a smirk, looking at you like he’s just gotten away with something.

“you didn’t see that coming, did you?” his grin is a mix of mischief and a crazy, magnetic attraction to you.

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Right where you left me (11)

pairing: neteyam te suli tsyeyk’itan x omatikaya!reader ( not really ) & hinyitx (an oc) x omatikaya!reader

summary: in which he was now right where you left him

kind if requested!!

warnings: angst, lmk if i should add more

a/n: should i make a part three??

part one part two

Neteyam hated his own guts. Ever since that day, he hadn’t been himself. His life didn’t mean anything if you weren’t in it.

He didn’t want for any of this to happen, but he knew it was for the best.

The assignment his father had given him was dangerous and terrifying. There was a big chance he wouldn’t even make it out alive. He didn’t want you to live the rest of your life in sorrow and grief if he didn’t survive.

The thought of losing his life didn’t terrify him as much, as the thought of losing you. But he regretted ending things with you.

You were happily talking to your friend and suddenly it hit him. He needed to tell you, needed to get it over with. But he didn’t realise it would take your spark away.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, wanting to savour this moment for as long as he could. He planted a kiss on your cheek, which went completely unnoticed by you. He knew it was the last time he ever had the chance to do this.

After his rant to you, he didn’t want to hear you speak. He knew that if he would stay there longer and hear your voice, he would take back everything he said. So with that thought he just left you, just like that.

After that unfortunate day he noticed how much you were struggling. All he wanted to do was go back to you, pepper you with kisses, whisper sweet nothings and never let you go. But he couldn’t, even if he wanted to so badly.

Weeks had past and he watched as you slowly healed. Whenever you were with your friends, you would actually participate in a conversation with a joyful smile. And you laughed again, your real genuine laugh.

He noticed that, finally, you were letting go.

And you were, you were actually letting go. But something in your life was still missing. There was this void that wouldn’t and couldn’t be filled by anyone other than the one who had broken your heart.

You were walking towards the gathering area in front of the home tree. It wasn’t that busy, everyone was mostly doing something more important at this time of day.

Your friends had told you to come to the usual spot you guys hung out at, wanting to catch up after you had been sick in your tent for a few days.

When you arrived, you greeted your friends with a smile on your face. They returned your smile, a mischievous glint in every single one of their eyes. You were confused why they were being weirder than usual, your confusion definitely visible on your face as you looked around the group.

That’s when you saw an unfamiliar face.

The boy watched you with a smile as you took him in. “Hi,” You greeted, ignoring the teasing glances your way, “I’m y/n.”

“I’m Hinyitx.” He said, his eyes trying to find something in your eyes and you couldn’t quite figure out what. You nodded awkwardly, hearing your friends snicker at the weird interaction.

“You can sit next to Hinyitx, you know. He doesn’t bite.” Your friend teased with a chuckle when you didn’t sit down at the only free spot. The spot that was next to Hinyitx.

You sent a glare their way in response, but sat down next to Hinyitx anyway.

Your friends got to talk, all of them, except for you and Hinyitx. You knew that this was your friends doing. Ever since the breakup they tried to get you together with a lot of na’vi. And all of them you rejected, not really in need for a relationship. But most specifically because they just weren’t him.

“So, your friends told me a lot about you.” Hinyitx spoke, breaking the silence hanging between the two of you. “I bet they did.” You chuckled, glancing at every single of their ‘innocent’ faces. It was silent once more, the only sound being the conversations of your friends.

“I heard about your love for archery.” He said, trying to at least get a conversation going between the two of you. Your ears rose at his comment and you turned your head to look at him. With a bright smile on your face, you started talking.

That one comment made a conversation flow between you. And for the first time, for a very very long time, the void felt filled.

For the first time in a very long time you were fully yourself again.

Your friendship with Hinyitx grew stronger over time. The two of you met up almost every day, to go into the forest, fly together or share stories. In a short period of time, the two of you were basically attached to the hip.

And everyone saw it. Especially Neteyam.

He watched as Hinyitx whispered in your ear and you laughed in response, a laugh you once only reserved for him. He watched as you flew with Hinyitx, teased him, looked at him. It made him wish he was gone already.

He was happy for you, but something in him wanted that the reason you were happy wasn’t Hinyitx. But him.

The warrior would think about everything you guys have been through and done together all day long. The way you used to look at him was engraved in his brain. And you never left his thoughts. Ever.

Whenever Neteyam had duties to do, every single thought on his mind was about you. There wasn’t a day where you weren’t his only thought. And his father noticed this change of demeanour.

He watched his son being more reserved than usual. He thought it was because of the upcoming assignment and tried his best to get Neteyam’s mind off of things. He gave him duties Neteyam usually wasn’t in charge of, so he will be more focused on that.

Today Jake had told him to watch Tuk as him and Neytiri went to have some alone time. So he did, he was seated, watching Tuk play with the other children. They were chasing each other, laughing while doing so.

That’s when you appeared out of the blue. Neteyam’s ears twitched at the sight of you, but his excitement was long gone when Hinyitx was walking beside you with a grin on his face as you laughed. You playfully hit Hinyitx in the chest as he put up his arms in surrender.

Suddenly the boy leaned in closer, nothing but a few inches between you. He whispered something lowly, your cheeks turning slightly pink at what he said.

Neteyam watched the whole scene occur with balled up fists. Sure, he was the one who ended things, but seeing you happy with someone else triggered something in him. And the fact he was so insanely close to you didn’t help either.

Hinyitx took ahold of your hand and Neteyam desperately wished you would let go of his hand. He wished you wouldn’t go with him. Your eyes flickered around when Hinyitx held your hand and your eyes met Neteyam’s.

Neteyam’s gaze softened and he was sure his eyes never ever wanted to leave yours. Tears were forming in your eyes, the sight of your former lover too much for you even after all this time. You looked away quickly, focusing on Hinyitx once again. Neteyam’s heart sunk at the sight of you, but his gaze never left the two of you.

You blinked a few times, trying to keep the tears at bay. The na’vi in front of you didn’t seem to notice, which you were extremely grateful for.

And after a few teasing comments, you gave in to whatever Hinyitx was saying, and took off with a giggle. Your hand never letting go of his.

Neteyam felt his heart clench in pain, an incredible intense pain. He regretted accepting the assignment - which began in a few days. He regretted making decisions he had made. And he mostly regretted that he ended things with you.

You were making your future, while he is regretting and completely stuck in the past.

He is right where you left him.

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Hey gorgeous can you please do a Chad Meeks Martin x fem!reader where she feels insecure?? Maybe like she doesn’t eat and he realizes it?

heyyy tysm for your request ml!! <33

here it is

— hanabi

arisu x gn!reader

genre: fluff bcos i’m being nice, implied soulmates, shortfic

warnings: canon divergence and mentions of death, hospitals, injuries, blood, underage drinking and alcohol.

synopsis: It’s New Years’. You take some time to think about your closest friend and how nice fireworks are.

author’s note: happy new year! thank you for all the kindness this year again. i hope you can continue to enjoy my works as i hopefully improve even more! thank you again. enjoy the fireworks as well as this fic featuring one of the characters that bring me most comfort! arisu ryohei. cheers c:

“How long has it been since you last saw fireworks?”

“Since that day.”

You looked up as the fireworks found by a group of hopeful teenagers set off and fired into the sky. They exploded into what felt like millions of colors from this up-close, floating above the hill you laid on. The grass was cold but the breeze was light.

It was New Years’, according to someone who’d managed to keep count. In the Borderlands, you didn’t think you’d ever celebrate that. But as old habits die hard, so do traditions. So when a group of high-schoolers giddily yell about having found nice alcohol and fireworks to celebrate, you can’t really do anything about how much their anticipation rubs off on you.

“I didn’t think I would feel this happy watching fireworks.” Arisu hummed in thought, before nodding to himself with a tight-lipped smile, “In here or ever, really.”

“Did you watch them before all of this? We didn’t talk much back in high school.”

“If Karube and Chota managed to pull me out of my room, then sometimes, yeah.” he said and cracked a bright, nostalgic smile. “Did you?”

“Maybe.” you sighed, smiling to yourself.

“So vague.” Arisu chuckled, “But really. This is kind of nice.”

You hummed in agreement. “It is. Surprisingly so.”

You heard cheering from further away and watched as the lights flew closer to the stars again. Arisu’s hand slowly moved over yours, and then clung onto it like it was the most important thing in the world. Truth was sometimes it did feel this way. Maybe you were the most important thing in each other’s worlds. Maybe you cared about one another more than you did anyone else. Maybe you would never admit it alive unless you’d fear one of you would die. But sometimes even while unsaid, some truths are spoken silently— Like in this case, through the touch of your hands holding each other.

You ignored the pain of the open wound under the bandages on your finger and Arisu did the same. Blood seeped through the white fabric and you knew you’d have to redo the whole bandage soon but in this moment not a part of you could worry or care about that. Maybe the comfort of holding each other’s hand was enough to numb the pain.

A new year didn’t mean much here. Maybe it didn’t mean much at all, even in the real world. But you made a wish to the stars for things to be okay this time around— For you two to be together, always. And Arisu silently hoped for you two to survive and somehow get out of this happy, and together.

Months since the meteors. And since the hospital.

You met Arisu Ryohei again.

You two were in the same class for a few years back in high school but hadn’t really talked much since. Somehow, seeing each other again while walking outside the hospital and realizing you’d both survived what seemed like the impossible brought you back together. And as of now, he was probably your closest friend.

As his closest friend, you decided it would be nice to spend New Year’s together to watch the fireworks or maybe fall asleep before it even reached midnight. Whatever it was, Arisu seemed to be on board. He liked coming over and staying with you, anyway.

The sun had long set and the stars were bright.

“Has it been a while since you saw fireworks?”

“Logically, yes. Somehow it doesn’t feel that long.”

Arisu hummed in agreement. “Same. Weird, huh?”

You laughed. “After everything? Honestly, not that much.”

Arisu chuckled and leaned back against the couch on your apartment balcony. It was a funny feeling to be thankful something as unbelievable as meteors crashing down on Tokyo and nearly killing you happened. It was a funny thing to love someone so much you’d be alright going through all the pain again if it meant meeting them again.

Arisu felt it too. Something way longer than the minute the doctors had told him about. Something like a lifetime of suffering spent alongside someone he held dear. Someone who helped him stay alive and not give up. Someone who sat at his side, watching fireworks in comforting silence. Someone he always felt close to without knowing why.

There was something both nostalgic and comforting about the fireworks. You couldn’t tell why exactly.

When Arisu’s hand timidly reached over to hold yours, you felt like it always belonged there, telling you all the things he didn’t dare say out loud.

I think I love you.

You tightened your hand around his and took a deep breath.

This is stupid but it feels like I’ve always known you.

Maybe the stars shining alongside the light of the fireworks had been kind enough to make the two of you meet again. Or perhaps the red scars that circled around your pinkies like rings were made with fate. Either way, you were meant to be.

Me because literally NO ONE is making Hwang jun ho, Nam gyu, and Choi su bong fics that aren’t pure smut: