#jang hyun x reader | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

heavens-moonlight · 3 months

Text

𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦 | 𝟬𝟮 : 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗙𝗟𝗬 𝗘𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗖𝗧

𝟬𝟭 : 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗗𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 | 𝟬𝟯 : 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦

Author’s Note: Well, here we go...The game has finally started but who will survive? As always, let me know your thoughts and all comments are greatly appreciated! ♡

The dorms are much more spacious than anticipated as Yoon-Seo and Jung-Won beeline for the sole coffee table in the middle of the room, occupying either side. You instead, opt to unceremoniously plop yourself down onto one of the sizeable bunk beds, plugging your phone in to charge, having depleted the power source earlier on the bus ride over.

With a familiar chime, the battery icon flashes, but you do a double take as you realize the bar has gone back up to more than 50%. "That's strange..." you whisper more to yourself than anyone, but Yoon-Seo hears you.

"What is?"

You flip over onto your stomach and turn your phone screen toward her. "Look." You point to the upper right corner, forefinger tapping at the yellow bar, lightning symbol on display. "I'm sure it was at 26% earlier but all of a sudden it's paused at nearly double what it was previously."

"Maybe you mixed up the percentages?" Yoon-Seo suggests.

"I don't think so..." You scratch your head in confusion as Yoon-Seo shrugs, neither of you having a clue in the slightest.

"Electronics are good when they work," Jung-Won says, padding over to the chair by your head where Yoon-Seo left her backpack. You place the phone face-down on the nightstand and see her slip a small gift box inside the unzipped bag, making a shushing motion with her pointer finger against her lips. Smiling, you mimic the locking of a key and throw it away behind you, keeping Yoon-Seo's birthday surprise between the two of you. "Ugh, I need to take a coding lecture but my laptop's failing to connect to the internet."

Yoon-Seo scoots her back against the side railing of your bed and crosses her arms, tsking at Jung-Won. "You keep badgering me nonstop for reading, but who else except you would willingly study during a school trip?" Yoon-Seo shakes her head. "Stop acting like the top of the class, Madame Mensa."

Jung-Won doesn't look up from her laptop screen, monotonously correcting the nickname. "Mensa is the name of the organization. You're supposed to say Mensan for the people. How many times do I have to tell you?"

You laugh at the habitual repartee between them, but get cut off by a ding signaling an incoming notification. Peering over Yoon-Seo's shoulder, you eye as an app materializes on her home screen, one you don't recognize nor have you ever seen it in the default bundle all phones come with.

"Jung-Won, what's this? I said I don't need it."

"It's really not me. I haven't touched your phone at all."

Curious, you grab your own phone and glance down at it, the same little round-edged square making its appearance. "Yoon-Seo, I have it too. Neither of us downloaded it or scanned the QR code when we arrived."

[ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀғɪᴀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇɢɪɴ sʜᴏʀᴛʟʏ. ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀssɪɢɴᴇᴅ ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ]

"Mafia game?" As you touch the screen, an envelope unfurls following animation. "Wasn't this what they were playing earlier on the bus?"

"Yeah..." Yoon-Seo confirms distractedly, verifying her own occupation. "I guess I'm a civilian, not that I expected to be anything else. How about you guys?"

"I'm also a civilian."

[ ʜᴀɴ sᴇᴏʟ-ʜᴡᴀ ɴɪᴍ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴏʟᴇ ɪs ᴀ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ. ]

"Me too," you fib, hoping that it wouldn't be questioned. You weren't a very good liar to begin with and hoped this would pass. Maybe there would be a reward for winning the game, but either way, at least you knew your closest friends were on the same side as you.

Still, for some odd reason, it didn't seem fit for you to reveal your real character. Being a doctor seemed too important of a role to just go around telling everyone willy-nilly. The three of you rarely kept secrets from one another, and so you trusted that a white lie for the game this one time could be forgiven.

Before any of you can discuss the odd happenings of the unexpected game further, paragraphs pop up in successive order, outlining the standard rules:

𝟣) ᴀʟʟ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄɪᴘᴀɴᴛs ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛʟʏ ᴀssɪɢɴᴇᴅ ᴀs ᴀ ᴄɪᴛɪᴢᴇɴ, ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ, ᴘᴏʟɪᴄᴇ ᴏғғɪᴄᴇʀ, ᴏʀ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀғɪᴀ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ ᴄᴀɴ ᴘʀᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴇᴄᴜᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴀɴʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄɪᴘᴀɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴇᴇ ғɪᴛ, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏʟɪᴄᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ᴄᴏɴғɪʀᴍ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀ's ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʜᴏᴏsɪɴɢ.

𝟤) ғʀᴏᴍ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪᴅɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴀʟʟ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴇs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅɪsǫᴜᴀʟɪғʏ sᴜsᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴀғɪᴀ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀs ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴠᴏᴛɪɴɢ.

𝟥) ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴄᴋ sᴛʀɪᴋᴇs ᴛᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀ ᴠᴏᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀɪᴛʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴇxᴇᴄᴜᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄɪᴘᴀɴᴛs.

𝟦) ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴠᴏᴛɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴏsᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴄᴏɴᴅᴇᴍɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴇᴄᴜᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ sʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴀsɪᴅᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀғɪᴀ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ.

𝟧) ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ɪs ɪɴ sʟᴜᴍʙᴇʀ, ᴍᴀғɪᴀ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀs ᴍᴜsᴛ ᴇxᴇᴄᴜᴛᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴅᴀᴡɴ.

𝟨) ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄɪᴠɪʟɪᴀɴ, ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏʟɪᴄᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴄɪᴠɪʟɪᴀɴs ᴏʀ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴍᴀғɪᴀ ᴏᴠᴇʀʀᴜɴs ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ, ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴇɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴɴᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ.

[ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀғɪᴀs ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴄᴀsᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠᴏᴛᴇs. ]

You're still trying to wrap your head around the summarized instructions, sensing that there was much more to the game than meets the eye. Why was there no outlining of the individual tasks required for those with specialized occupations? How many of you were assigned to each role? What happens after execution?

Jung-Won's voice interrupts your thoughts, the thread of worries pausing in its unending tangling inside your mind. "If you push a name, a vote gets cast apparently."

"You elected someone already...?" It was quite obvious how much Eun-Ha pushed for Yool determinedly in the group chat, and reluctantly, you and Yoon-Seo follow suit, knowing full-well Yool's obsession with the game and his caliber for winning streaks.

Pensively, you start scrolling through the partakers' list, seeing your classmates' yearbook photos, including your own. Being the overthinker that you are, your mind starts spinning with all of the possibilities on how this game could end, but you had no clue why it even began in the first place. The awareness of budding anxiousness courses through you as a slight breeze from the window sends goosebumps raising on your arms at the late revelation. "But guys...why does this app have our identifiers?"

Yoon-Seo turns to you, eyebrows knit together in agreement. "Right. We didn't even sign up earlier. Who granted them access to gather this protected information?"

Jung-Won bites at her nails, eyes shifting back and forth across her phone screen, the glare of its light reflecting off her glasses. "The internet isn't working either. How are we able to play the game anyway?"

Silence encases the vicinity around your trio, no one knowing what to say to the other, all questions remaining unvoiced and unanswered.

"Why don't we go back down to the lobby and see if there's anyone we can ask?" you propose, Jung-Won and Yoon-Seo readily assenting.

The reception desk as you head downstairs is as empty as it was the moment you came in, maybe even more so as reticence settles over the expansive building, the sky having gone ominously dark from a single look out the glass doors of the entrance.

"Our teacher hasn't come back yet? He left so long ago..." Yoon-Seo walks around the reception desk, circling for any clues. "Nothing could've happened, right?"

"What if he got into an accident?" Jung-Won states bluntly, drumming her fingers against the marble countertop.

"Yah, don't say it like that..." you warn. "Words can be dangerous. You don't know what it can subject someone to."

Before Jung-Won can list more outrageous possibilities, Jun-Hee sidles up on the opposite side of the counter where you're spinning back and forth in the chair slowly, lost in thought.

"Hey Jun-Hee, do you know when Seonsaengnim will be back?" Yoon-Seo directs at him while she flips through the binder of contacts placed beside you. "These numbers aren't what we need at all. They're just for the retreat center's use like maintenance and all that."

Jun-Hee shakes his head. "I can't reach him." He pulls out his phone, only to sigh and slip it back inside his pocket. "Are any of your guys' devices working?"

"We don't even have service." You look around once more, surveying areas within your eyesight in case any adults would spontaneously reappear. "Shouldn't there be at least one staff member or at the very least a security guard on patrol at night?"

"I guess they all went with our teacher." Jun-Hee walks up next to you and settles down on the counter to your left.

You raise an eyebrow. "Every single one of them? They didn't think to have anybody stay behind as a chaperone?"

"Well, when you put it that way..." Jun-Hee begins. "It does seem a little unnecessary for all of them to up and leave."

"Then, what do we do now? How long do we wait?" Jung-Won stares at the clock ticking away. "It's barely nine o'clock. Surely, it wouldn't take him twice as long to pick up the others and return here, right?"

"There must be a phone in the staff lounge," Yoon-Seo stops her rummaging around under the desk long enough to say. "Jung-Won, let's go and search there."

"You're leaving me here alone?"

"Not alone," Yoon-Seo waggles her eyebrows so only you can see. "With Jun-Hee, of course."

Jung-Won conceals her smile behind her hand not so discreetly and begins to drag Yoon-Seo away. As they pass, Yoon-Seo pats Jun-Hee on the shoulder and cautions him. "If she gets lost, you'll be in big trouble."

He turns to her. "You've known me since we were babies, who do you take me for?"

Yoon-Seo merely ignores him and follows Jung-Won upstairs happily, an extra spring in her step, making it known how proud she was of herself. Rolling your eyes unnoticeably at their less than subtle tactics, you could only hope they were actually going to find a phone and not saying that purely for reasons of ulterior motives.

The hush after is stifling without the buffer of Yoon-Seo and Jung-Won. Jun-Hee is staring straight at you, hands bracing the counter on either side of him waiting for you to say something, but you're staring down at the floor, purposefully refusing to make eye contact.

"Are you mad at me?"

That was the last thing you expected him to say. "Of course not." You look up at him briefly, but what a mistake that was. With you lowered in the chair and him sitting up on the raised desk, your eyes meet his lips first and your mind automatically reels back to the kiss on the bus. Darting your eyes back to your lap immediately after draws out a weary sigh from Jun-Hee.

"Even now you can't look straight at me. At least tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it." When you're thinking of what to reply with, Jun-Hee grabs the chair's armrests by your sides and pulls you in closer, leaning his head down so that his form towers over yours. With nowhere else to look now, you're forced to gaze upward and the expression on his face has your stomach tightening in knots, guilty. "Now you're finally looking at me." A beat passes before Jun-Hee's eyes become downturn. "I'm sorry."

Your gaze softens as you glance into his dark brown eyes, seeing your own image in his irises. "I'm the one that should be sorry." You place your hands that were settled in your lap onto his forearms, and he instantly gazes down at the contact before looking back to you, his attention unwavering. "Don't ever apologize to me when you didn't do anything wrong, Jun-Hee."

His eyes dart back and forth between your own, questioning. "Then why have you been avoiding me? Did something happen while I was sleeping earlier on the bus? If there is or I made you uncomfortable in any way—"

"No, no, it's nothing like that," you're quick to salvage the situation and dismiss the notion entirely, even though he couldn't have been more spot on. He had always been an observant person. This you knew too well.

I didn't want you to find out my feelings for you and lose you as a friend all in one.

Instead of the full truth, you tell him only half of it. "I didn't want you to find out how tired I felt and have you worrying over me. I know you're the class president with greater, more important responsibilities, but I also know, above anyone else, that I can't burden you with my troubles just because I'm your friend."

"Seol-Hwa, even then, you could've told me." His hands move to rest on your shoulders. "You'll always be my top priority." In a much quieter voice he says, "And I'll always worry about you."

"Jun-Hee..."

He looks you dead in the eyes, expression open and filled with warmth. "I don't like when you're sad. You look the prettiest when you smile." You don't even get a chance to get a word in before Jun-Hee plows on, turning his head away slightly. If you didn't know better, you'd think he was abashed to be saying the things he did. "In the gymnasium earlier, you were laughing so carefree with Yoon-Seo. It's been a while since I've seen you like that with me. I can only be happy if you're happy..." He's almost sulking, his countenance like that of a kicked puppy.

You laugh genuinely, your head hitting the back of the chair. "Kim Jun-Hee, are you jealous of my friendship with Yoon-Seo right now?"

"I got you to smile this time!" He grins back brightly at you and the two of you sit there looking at one another, neither grin dropping. The soft exhalation of his laughter trickles into your ears once again, Jun-Hee being so content with having you in his presence, and you bask in how happy the sound makes you. Any previously existing tension disintegrates in an instant, and oddly enough, you feel closer to him than ever.

The moment gets cut short when a text from the app's group chat comes in, a start contrast to the discussion earlier, votes having already pooled in for Heo Yool.

[ 💬 sᴏ-ᴍɪ: ʟᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴏɴ-sᴇᴏ, ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴏʟ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɴᴇx. ɪᴛ's ᴜʀɢᴇɴᴛ. ]

The oddly specific and demanding tone of the message irked you to no end. "What is this about?" Never once have you seen So-Mi try to interact with your friend group voluntarily.

Jun-Hee waves his hand dismissively. "For the event tomorrow, we're interviewing everyone about the trip and the general experience."

"Even in this situation?" you ask incredulously.

Jun-Hee chuckles. "You know how So-Mi is." His eyebrows lift pointedly.

You pat his thigh accidentally, having missed his knee entirely and feel the muscles tense beneath your hand although he doesn't move away. "Don't you find it odd?"

Jun-Hee tilts his head, equal parts confused and curious. "About...?"

"Everything." You gesture around. "The lost signal, the disappearance of supposedly responsible adults, this automatically installed app that has our personal data, and the mafia game we're all in even though we didn't choose to play?"

Jun-Hee mulls it over for a second. "I honestly have no idea what's going on." He ruffles your head affectionately. "But don't worry so much. I'm certain once morning comes, everything will be alright."

"I sure hope so."

Your conversation quietens as heavy footsteps pad across the glossed floors and you squint to see the figure in the distance.

"Joo-Won?"

Jun-Hee turns around at your discovery and notices your classmate's bloody nose, a spark of recognition flashing across his eyes. "Where are you going?"

Joo-Won looks from Jun-Hee to you, and back again nervously, seemingly deciding whether he should say something or not. "W-Well, the guys wanted to see me for a second. So..." he stammers out.

You frown, knowing of the relentless bullying Kyung-Jun's group puts him and Da-Bum through.

"Wait there," Jun-Hee directs, hopping off the desk, and Ju-Won picks at his fingers, clearly on edge at the impending encounter.

"Be careful," you add in as an afterthought before he can leave.

"I will, now that I have you fretting over me." Jun-Hee smirks cheekily.

"I'm being serious, Jun-Hee." You fix him with a stern but caring gaze. "Try to be less confrontational. It won't be good for you or Ju-Won to get on Kyung-Jun's bad side."

He nods, understanding. "I'll try my best." Waving, he begins to lead Ju-Won away, the latter shuffling after with his head down pitifully. "I'll see you soon. Don't go anywhere where I can't reach you!" Your eyes trail after their distancing forms, agitatedly until you can no longer hear their footsteps echoing down the hall.

Not even a full minute has gone by before Yoon-Seo and Jong-Won show up again, trudging down the same stairs they climbed up less than an hour ago. Judging by their walk and the look on their faces, their search must've proved unsuccessful.

"Nothing came up?" You fall into place with the two as your all make way toward the pool.

"The phone lines..." Yoon-Seo begins, dishearteningly. "None of them worked. Every single ring had us fooled."

You stare at her in shock. "But—"

"We tried contacting 119 and even picking up incoming calls immediately, but no one answered." Jung-Won hangs her head despondently.

"This trip is starting to take a very wrong turn..." you hypothesize out loud. You don't even get to explain to Yoon-Seo and Jung-Won your reasoning before Na-Hee comes by, skipping over joyfully, oblivious on how to read the room.

"You all came." Na-Hee grabs your hand and Jung-Won's in each of her own, motioning with her head toward Yoon-Seo to enter. "Yoon-Seo, you should head inside." Without questioning it, Yoon-Seo does as she's told.

You slip your hand out of Na-Hee's nippily, and her smile wanes faintly, somewhat hurt. Hyun-Ho had confided in you that he liked her, but given what you knew about Na-Hee, you weren't fond of the idea. Not wanting to disappoint him, you don't say anything when he brings her up, but the things she has been a bystander for following in So-Mi's schemes never sat right with you. Silently, you hope that one day Na-Hee would come to her senses for Hyun-Ho's sake, but you've been proven wrong time and time again.

"Are these solo interviews or what?" you inquire curtly.

"They want to record Yoon-Seo first. You can come in a bit later."

"Can't be that special of footage." Jung-Won pulls you by the elbow, sidestepping Na-Hee and pushing the doors open of her own volition.

You're met with So-Mi, Ji-Soo, Yu-Jun, and Woo-Ram, all crowding around Yoon-Seo and singing her happy birthday with a makeshift cake comprised of stacked choco-pies.

So-Mi steps forward, offering Yoon-Seo the sweets and urging her to blow out a single measly candle that wasn't even lit beforehand.

"Since when have you done stuff like this? You barely give her the time of day." Jung-Won eyes So-Mi suspiciously, voicing your same exact thoughts.

Yoon-Seo is way too nice, proceeding to thank So-Mi. You, on the other hand, didn't buy into the latter's nice girl act whatsoever, and clearly, neither did Jung-Won.

So-Mi shoots Yoon-Seo a saccharine smile. "Don't mention it. We should celebrate since we're friends." The word doesn't roll off her tongue easily, openly not a genuine desire. "We brought a present too." You narrow your eyes at the group as they're trying to hide their shrewd smiles, albeit unsuccessfully. "Let's start with a birthday beating and plunge!"

Instantaneously, you try to drag Yu-Jun, leaving Jung-Won to fend off Woo-Ram, away from Yoon-Seo with no luck. More force would just topple all three of them straight into the water. You didn't particularly care if the boys fell to the very bottom depths of the pool, but Yoon-Seo shouldn't get soaked, no less on the night of her birthday. She didn't deserve this horrible of a treatment for simply being too trusting, genuinely wanting to see good in everyone with no ounce of judgment or malice.

So-Mi guffaws hysterically in the background, bent over clutching her stomach like the sight is the funniest thing she's ever witnessed. "Put her down," she orders in between giggles, wiping away a tear from her eye. "She's about to cry." Standing akimbo, she bites back her sneer, turning to the rest. "We went too far, didn't we?"

"You think?!" Jung-Won rounds on her, eyes blazing with anger.

You haul Yoon-Seo back up to her feet as the boys scatter, high-fiving. As she stands up again after you've barely let go of her hands, So-Mi swiftly shoves her over backwards, sending her diving into the water with a loud splash, droplets flying every which way.

"Are you crazy? How could you do that?!" Jung-Won kneels next to you by the edge of the pool, watching as Yoon-Seo resurfaces.

"You ok?" You reach out a hand to her, close enough that she can grip your fingertips.

"Yeah, I will be."

You breathe a sigh of reprieve, but it's rather short-lived when Yoon-Seo starts kicking madly underwater, her arms and legs flailing before she sinks beneath, no longer visible.

"Yoon-Seo!" you shout, but hear no response.

"What a funny 'prank' to you guys, huh?" Jung-Won yells crossly at So-Mi's group, everyone standing shell-shocked. How they have the conscience to even feel the tiniest bit of remorse is beyond your understanding.

The group tries to urge Woo-Ram to go in, but in hindsight, being on the receiving end of the prank didn't seem so appealing anymore.

Livid, you turn around to heave So-Mi backwards and she goes tumbling to the ground, the silver platter she was holding in one hand clattering and smashing cake crumbs all over her. For whatever reason, Ji-Soo is still recording, but you could care less about the captured situation. "Be glad it's not the pool I pushed you into." She's stunned enough that she can't find it in her to form words.

Na-Hee opens her mouth, outwardly wanting to apologize, but swallows the excuses when you glare at her in turn. "I was right about you all along. You'll never change."

You kick your shoes off and jump in after Yoon-Seo without hesitation, Jung-Won screaming for you in the background. Thankfully, Yoon-Seo is still conscious, but scarcely, and you manage to guide her toward the rungs of the poolside ladder. Jung-Won yanks Yoon-Seo up and over the edge, throwing a hand down to you.

"Yoon-Seo lost her shoes. I saw them earlier but couldn't reach them, so let me retrieve them too."

Jung-Won looks into the chasmic pool apprehensively, more concerned after what happened, but nods in acknowledgment, going back to propping Yoon-Seo up. "Come back quickly, Seol-Hwa."

Everyone is huddling around Yoon-Seo while you plunge back under, holding your breath comfortably as you grab her sneakers. Right as you're swimming on the path of return, something cold clamps onto your leg, refusing to let go. The vice-like grip tightens, pulling you downward to drown in darkness. No matter how hard you kick, you can't resurface due to the invisible power.

"Seol-Hwa!" Jung-Won calls out to you, frightened. "I'm going to get help, hang on!"

The last thing you see are spindly, mottled, black fingers, color washed out grey in the lighting; something sinister and otherworldly. As it curls tighter around your ankle, so too does your chest constrict, the coldness of the touch seeping into your bones and you find the sense of prior trepidation returning in full force before everything sinks into oblivion.

Lungs burning and head throbbing, you open your eyes groggily, the pristine white walls of the infirmary slowly coming into focus. In the bed next to yours, Yoon-Seo is still asleep.

The digits on your left hand are numb, and you look over to see Jun-Hee gripping it like a lifeline, head resting atop his arm by your knees. Your body protests as you turn on your side, muscles stiff, trying to draw your hand free. Reaching out, you card your fingers tenderly through his hair, the ends still yet to dry. Did he jump in?

After a while, he wakes up with a start, eyes flickering to your face. A shaky sigh of relief escapes him seeing the tiniest of smiles from you, any prior sense of unrest vanishing.

"Are you in pain at all?" He cradles the back of your head, helping you sit up as you dangle your legs over the bed's edge, seated knee to knee with him.

"How long have you been here with me?" You sweep the fallen fringe away to the outlines of his face, fingers lingering against his forehead. "You should've gotten changed at least." Your hand falls back to your lap when you can see his eyes better, unshielded. "You'll grow sick at this rate, Jun-Hee."

"Says the one I'm stressing over."

"I'm fine now," you assure.

"Why didn't you wake me up as soon as you came to? Do you know how terrified I was?" His brows are furrowed in concern still, and you lift your hand again to smooth the crease lines away.

"But you rescued me," you speak quietly.

"I thought you were dying in front of me and that I wouldn't be able to save you in time. I can't lose you; do you know that?" His hand comes up to cup your face delicately, barely daring to touch it wholly, almost afraid you would disappear if he did. "You're someone I can absolutely cannot let go of." You don't realize you're crying until Jun-Hee runs his thumb over your cheek, wiping away the twin trails of tears. You're not usually one to cry, but in this moment, you were overcome with emotions. "Why are you crying?"

"I was worried. Not for me, but for you." His hands are shaking where they're pressed against your face. You put your hand over his, expecting him to pull away at your next words. "I know you like to avoid the water as much as you can after..." you trail off, teardrops still falling. "You willingly jumped in to save me when I know how deep-seated your fear runs."

He smiles sadly at you. "I found out that the care I have for you outweighs any of my existing fears." His hands have stopped shaking and you drag them down, yours coming along with it to hold them together. "I told you earlier to not go someplace where I can't reach you but after this, I'm willing to follow you to the ends of the earth. Even in death, as long as it's with you, I wouldn't mind the thought."

Your heart stutters in your chest at the sincerity of his words, and you know that your feelings for him would never fade. Not in this lifetime. "Jun-Hee..."

"Seol-Hwa? Jun-Hee?" Yoon-Seo's trembling voice has the both of you looking in her direction, but Jun-Hee is yet to release your hand.

"Yoon-Seo..." you reply, eased now that she's awoken. "How are you feeling?"

"I can't recall what happened at all." She holds her head, staring blankly ahead. "But somehow, I find I'd rather not remember." Yoon-Seo moves over to sit on your cot, back-to-back with you. The warmth radiating from her is welcoming. "Seol-Hwa, thanks for always being there. You're a good person through and through."

"Tell that to yourself." You smile and lean your head back against hers. "What are friends for?"

"Saving one another's lives now apparently," Jun-Hee jokes, lightening the atmosphere.

"Then I owe you one," Yoon-Seo continues. "I'll be your Superwoman next time."

"You and Jun-Hee really are like one another. What did you both do together when you were babies to make you fearless like this?" you question, exasperatedly fond. "Readily giving up your life for another person?"

"Only because we know you'd do the same. That kind of sincerity comes once in a lifetime."

The door creaks open just as Yoon-Seo ends her sentence, So-Mi's group filing in self-consciously, Jung-Won leading them in with her arms crossed.

"Apologize," Jun-Hee states emotionlessly. "Right now," he emphasizes, leaving no room for argument. "Pranks are supposed to be harmless, not harmful."

So-Mi grimaces at his harsh tone. "I'm sorry," she's quick to apologize. "Seol-Hwa."

She's not looking directly at you but past to the side of you, gaze straying to your hand in Jun-Hee's where he's absentmindedly rubbing circles with his thumb into your palm, not aware of his own actions. One corner of So-Mi's lip twitches, but aside from that, she doesn't comment on it. If the others have noticed, they don't say anything either.

"I'm not the one this should be reserved for."

You see her bite her tongue, annoyed at having to repeat herself once again, but not yet dropping her fake performance. Plastering on the most pitiful puppy eyes she can conjure up, she shifts her attention to Yoon-Seo, still pale. "I do feel guilty. We truly just wanted to wish you a happy birthday." So-Mi forces the waterworks on, squeezing one teardrop out at a time.

"I don't think I've ever been pushed into a pool as a birthday present before," Jung-Won mutters not so quietly under her breath.

Yoon-Seo elbows her subtly. "It's okay. Don't cry, So-Mi."

You and Jung-Won both whip your heads toward Yoon-Seo, in pure disbelief. Neither of you would've accepted that half-baked, insincere apology.

"Really?" So-Mi's eyes widen on cue, as if she didn't expect Yoon-Seo to be so pardoning. "Will you forgive us?"

"Of course, I accept. I'm alright now, so let's just put it in the past."

Jung-Won doesn't attempt to hide her distaste as she groans aloud. "Yep, totally fine. You just almost went and saw King Sejong is all."

"That's enough," Yoon-Seo whisper-yells.

"Alright, everyone out," Joon-Hee cuts in, feeling the tension in the room. "We'll all talk later."

So-Mi is the first to leave, unmistakably irritated and shamed at the same time. No matter how hard she tries to mask it, you see right through her well-crafted persona. Na-Hee lingers, the last one to exit. Before the door slams shut, she catches your eye, but in finding a look of indifference staring back at her, she turns away without saying a word, the light from the hallway dimming once more.

"That wench spilled crocodile tears."

"Jung-Won ah," Yoon-Seo expresses tiredly. "She said she was sorry."

"I don't care. It wasn't genuine. She acts up because you're the only one that gives way to her."

Yoon-Seo gets up to drag Jung-Won away and out into the hall as the latter begins to raise her voice. Their conversation lowers, but you can hear the last bit of it as they step outside.

"What would you like me to do then?"

"You don't have to do anything," Jung-Won reasons. "I'm only saying I don't tolerate her or her victim mentality, and neither should you."

"Shouldn't we head out too?" You turn to Jun-Hee.

He shakes his head lightly. "Stay and rest a bit more."

"I really am fine." You give his hand a squeeze in affirmation. Despite saying so, you continue to shiver in only your thin white button-up still damp in random patches from being submerged earlier.

Jun-Hee opens the backpack by his feet and tugs out his uniform cardigan, wrapping it around your shoulders. "Here, put this on. You're still cold to the touch."

"Then what about you? Sitting in wet clothes isn't comfortable."

"I have extras I brought with me." Jun-Hee's name tag still pinned to the sweater falls into his line of vision and he can't help smiling to himself that you haven't noticed it's positioned right over your heart. "Plus, it looks better on you anyway."

"It what?" You lean forward, tilting your ear in his direction, not sure if you heard correctly or if they were still water-logged.

"Nothing," Jun-Hee evades, suppressing his smile. It seemed too far-fetched a thing for him to say in either circumstance, so you leave it be, not wanting to wander down the winding paths of your own thoughts. He crouches down and draws the heel of your socked foot to rest on his knee, his free hand untying the laces of your shoes placed to the side.

"I can do it myself," you tell him, flustered from all the attention you were receiving.

Without looking up, Jun-Hee proceeds to put your sneakers on your feet. "I know you can." He goes so far as to knot them tight, tying bows on both sides. "But I want to do it for you." His fingers reach out to trace the shoelaces all the way to the ends of the aglets, remembrance in his eyes.

Embarrassed, you put your feet back on the ground but he looks up at you, eyes twinkling with mischief. "You kept them."

"Of course, I did." You gaze down at your shoes. "You gave them to me."

His own white sneakers come into view, and you wonder why you never noticed his laces, dyed in your favorite color, and yours in his own. "So did I. I didn't think you would."

"Why not?" You toe his shoes with yours. "Just because we made them during summer camp a few years back? A gift is a gift," you reply, nearly pouting.

He laughs at the faux cross tone of your voice, but as his eyes trail upward, the sound chokes and dies off at the end. "Uh...your shirt's now see-through..." He coughs awkwardly and stands up, looking away, a slight tinge of pink dusting his cheeks. "I'll see you out there." Jun-Hee picks up his backpack, hurriedly slinging it over one shoulder before turning to look back at you once more before leaving.

Only a short bit of time has passed, but the moment you step back out with Jun-Hee's cardigan on, you slam straight into Hyun-Ho. He steadies you by the upper arms, eyes widening upon seeing you. "Seol-Hwa!" Before you can react, he throws his arms around you and gives you the most suffocating of hugs, larger form squeezing you tight as his arms encase you, rocking back and forth.

"Hyun-Ho. Can't. Breathe." Your voice comes out punctuated, every pause a ragged intake of air.

He lets go soon after, yanking your head every which way to assess for any injuries.

"Ouch!" you exclaim. Hyun-Ho doesn't know how to control his strength so every pat comes out more like slaps. "Alright!" You try to push his hands away but they're hell bent on checking your well-being. "Ok! That's enough!" You say with finality, laughter bubbling up as your cousin continues to shake you around like a rag-doll. "Yah! If I didn't have any bruises, I sure do now!"

Hyun-Ho steps back, chiding. "Where's the thank you, huh?"

"For giving me new injuries?"

"Is that how you repay me?" Hyun-Ho scoffs. "I was the one who found you in the pool first."

"Y-You were?!" You splutter. "How come no one told me?"

"I said I found you. I wasn't the one who saved you." He shrugs like it was common knowledge.

"Aish." You shove his shoulder but he stands his ground, not budging an inch. "And you're thick-skinned enough to request a word of thanks?"

"Obviously." He flicks you on the forehead, drawing a scowl from you. "I went and got Jun-Hee for you."

"Ok, and...?" You're more baffled than ever.

"Geez, this ungrateful brat." Hyun-Ho tries but fails to hide his smirk. "Who do you think handed you over so you could be carried by Jun-Hee all the way to the infirmary?"

"What?!"

"You looked more comfortable in his arms than on my back, but really, it was no big deal." He shrugs. "All in a day's work for me."

"You—" you point a finger at him, gawking and at a loss for words.

"Also, nice change of outfit by the way." He raps his forefinger on Jun-Hee's nameplate, nails clacking on the piece of plastic. "I know it's your favorite brand."

You gasp as you finally notice, immediately unpinning the white rectangle and slipping it in your skirt pocket. "I'm going to kill him," you mutter under your breath.

"Why not kiss him instead?" Hyun-Ho jests, knowing well enough by now to evade your incessant slaps to his back, running down the hallway as you give chase after.

The two of you come to a stop when the rest of your classmates congregate from the other end of the hallway where Jun-Hee and So-Mi were making an announcement about retiring for the night and trying to contact the teacher again tomorrow morning.

Yoon-Seo taps your shoulder from behind and tilts her phone screen toward you where a timer has popped up.

Before anyone can so much as take a step toward their rooms, the intercom comes to life.

[ ᴠᴏᴛɪɴɢ ᴇɴᴅs ɪɴ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇ. ]

With everything that has happened since you got here, the mafia game had slipped from your mind.

Suddenly, Yoon-Seo's meter starts counting down from 59 seconds, and with the ding comes a renewed sense of excitement from everyone around you, sleep long forgotten.

While Yool and his friends incessantly chatter away, trying to place blame on one another in good fun, you're the exception. Questioning the origins of the game, you feel a sense of foreboding, an ill-omened current in the air. You were known among your friends to have good instincts, but you hope against all hope that this time, your intuition wouldn't be true.

Jun-Hee walks over beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder that makes you jump out of your skin. "Seol-Hwa...? Did you hear anything I said?"

Hands trembling, you grip onto the rolled-up sleeve cuff of his shirt. "I...don't think we should've voted."

You eye the shaking numbers on Jun-Hee's phone screen, growing shades redder by the minute as it nears zero. He doesn't get a chance to reply as successive announcements come in.

[ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴏᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴀs ᴄᴏɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇᴅ. ʜᴇᴏ ʏᴏᴏʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴠᴏᴛᴇs ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴇxᴇᴄᴜᴛᴇᴅ. ]

Seconds later, Yool lets out a guttural scream of agony, clutching the side of his head.

"Oi, look at this kid. Gosh, he's just begging for attention again," Eun-Ha utters with clarity, unfazed by Yool's prankster tendencies. While everyone laughs at her statement and his actions, you study his face contorted in pain, veins popping up in his neck.

That kind of intensity isn't for show.

"Jun-Hee...Something's not right," you undertone tremulously, fingers slackening from the grip you had on him. The moment those words leave your lips, Yool falls to the ground, slumped over.

As his friends crowd around, Jun-Hee is rooted to the spot, intertwining your hand with his, holding on tight. You can tell he wants to go help as well, but he keeps throwing glances down at you and ultimately decides against it.

A sickening cracking sound has you sliding your eyes slowly over to see Yool's neck snapping rearward, the rest of his body contorting into a standing position in descending parts. Like a puppet controlled on a string, his limbs bend in odd angles, much more grotesque and inhumane compared to his earlier stint in the gymnasium. As his head straightens again, screams ring out down the length of the hallway.

You press yourself against the wall, finding it hard to breathe as you look directly into Yool's rolled eyes, now completely white, no irises in sight.

The White Butterfly's Murder.

You knew. You knew that butterflies were often seen in the spring as a divination of death, a harbinger of impending demise if it were to encircle someone while in flight. But to have it be white, the color of innocence yet also the color of surrender, you can't help but to wonder if these were all signs you should've heeded. Would we still have ended up here?

Eyes are windows to the soul, they say. Here, you realize, now stands a soulless individual.

Eun-Chan and Yeon-Woo have both fallen to the floor in a heap, staring up at their now unrecognizable friend with nothing but absolute fear in their expressions.

A mindless Yool throws himself side to side, intentionally crashing his head against pictures framed on the wall, glass shattering into a million pieces and raining the floor with shards akin to glitter.

But not all that glitters is gold.

You can't tell if it's the glass reflecting light, or if your tears are distorting your vision, but the scene hazes and blurs, turning into the illusion of a haunted nightmare you so desperately want to wake up from.

The horrific effect doesn't end there as Yool proceeds to crouch down and thump his head repeatedly against the floor, prostrating himself as if he's paying for sins he doesn't even remember; sins he can't even begin to atone for.

Blood is pouring in rivulets down his face, pooling around him like the expanding rings of a target, leaving only the center for his body to stay dead centered.

A broken sound escapes from your lips and Jun-Hee pulls you into his arms, shielding you against him, screening your eyes from having to look any further. Where your ear is pressed against his chest, you can hear the pounding of his heart, but even that sound alone is not enough to drown out that of Yool's head bashing against linoleum.

You squeeze your eyes tight, hard enough until you see spots, but these faint flickers of light are not lucky stars you can wish upon tonight.

If you could, you'd wish to be able to wake up. To start again from the beginning.

But you can't.

Rather, frozen in this cruel reality, you can only escape once you cease to wake up again.

And Yool does just that.

A thousand footsteps running toward a bitter end.

A crash as hope falls apart.

A thud to cease the beating of a heart.

And then...complete silence.

Before you lose consciousness, you feel that same vice-like grip from the pool return in full force, unbreakable chains around your heart.

This time, you're not sure anyone will come to your rescue.

This time, you don't know if you'll make it out alive.

𝟬𝟭 : 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗗𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 | 𝟬𝟯 : 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦

© 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨, 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭. 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞.

86 notes · View notes

royaltyoon · 1 year

Note

HEYyy since you're back yoon :) (welcome back btw) I really enjoyed your escape room headcanons. It was fun!! Can I request for part 2? With any characters you would like

Thank you anon!! It's so good to be back (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

HEADCANONS

Escape room headcanons

[A/N]

I was planning on writing another part of this so it works out for the best, thanks anon.

This was SO fun to write lol

Johan

He's not the brightest in the bunch and nor did he want to be here

So you can't really blame his lack of interest.

He just wanted to, in his words, "get it over with"

But what he didn't make up for in brains or the patience, he made up for in luck.

Ik Johan is never lucky in the ptj verse so just please, let him have this.

It was by fluke at first, when he accidentally pressed a switch on the TV to display the next puzzle.

In all honesty, he just wanted to see if it worked so he could make use of the time he was forced to spend locked in a room, against his will.

It happened the second time when he was looking at the bookshelf, picking out random books.

Looking to see if anything in there was exciting enough for him, when suddenly a piece of paper fell from one of the books .

And there was a riddle on it.

It was suspicious at this point, you looked at him sceptically but he just shrugged with an innocent look.

"how the hell are you doing it!?" You asked in surprise. It could've been a coincidence the first two times. But after the third?? After the FORTH?? it didn't seem like a coincidence anymore

"I don't know!" He flailed his arm around a little stressing his point that he indeed had no idea of what was happening.

"Stand in the corner, don't do anything. I want to solve atleast one puzzle before we escape." You seethed at him.

He quietly followed your orders and leaned against the wall. But, oh?

He felt a small push on his back, he leaned off and looked back at the wall. Seeing a 3d version of the world map. And a small compartment which was definitely not there before.

"umm, we're looking for a key, right?" He asked to your back as you were busy looking for clues in the show piece. "Yeah, why?" You answered without looking back.

"uh, I think I found it."

You whipped your head in his direction faster than sound, he just stood there pointing at the small compartment. "There's a key in here."

You were not happy to have gotten out without solving even a single puzzle

"sir, you both have the record for the fastest escape." The employee said.

That did little to help your mood

"But we have got to disqualify you, for you skipped a puzzle before escaping the room."

Yeah that sounded more appropriate for the day you're having.

All in all? You were never doing an escape room with Johan again.

Eli

Eli never had a normal childhood, far from it actually

So it was no wonder he never knew any games to play, well except for hide-n-seek

But that game was far from normal too (iykyk)

Eli, to say the least, was excited

Even before entering the room, you could see it in his eyes. He was looking forward to it.

And he got to work the very first second.

He was determined to waste not even one second

It wasn't easy, but you both were making your way through it fairly well

You made sure not to do much, just give few insights and few leads you had so he would do most of it

He opted to take hints on the clues even you couldn't figure out

And it was made known to you there were a limited three hints only after you both used up the three hints

It forced you both to stare at the room with an empty gaze looking around to figure something out

And it wasn't going well, so Eli decided to take things in his hand

"ma'am." He spoke slightly louder, looking at the camera. "May we have an extra clue?" And he smiled, crinkling the side of his eyes. He looked as if an angel landed on earth, like heaven cleared the skies just to shine a beam of light on him.

Eli jang may not be a good hairdresser

He may not be the best student

He may not even be good at an escape room

But something Eli jang was good at? It was using his pretty privileges.

You rolled your eyes discreetly knowing what he was doing. "O-oh." The voice stumbled a little. "But three is the limit, sir." It only caused Eli to display a sickeningly sweet frown on his sickeningly pretty face. "The last one was a pretty obvious clue, we could've solved it even without. Don't you think so too?"

You could tell the employee melted at his smile. "Y-youre right." she stuttered before giving you the clue.

Eli just grinned shrugging his shoulders after noticing your glare. "Thank you, you're such a sweetheart." He spoke in a honey tone looking back at the camera and ended it off with a wink.

You heard a dreamy sigh from the speakers which just make Eli look proud of himself.

After that, the rest was pretty much smooth sailing.

Though, the employee didn't miss her chance to ask for his number and he replied like he always did.

The iconic, 'Im sorry I use a pager.'

And she looked absolutely devastated on hearing that

Yujin

It was your idea, not his

But it felt like your presence was absolutely not needed in this situation

You felt more useless than the g in lasagna.

You were sure it'd probably helped yujin more if you weren't there.

The only one who could relate to you in that situation were the hints

The hints that didn't even need to be used, just like someone else you could think of.

It's not like you didn't try

It wasn't even the fact that he restricted you in any way

But the second, the second you receive a puzzle. It's already solved.

It felt like magic, that was the only explanation you could think of

There was no way he'd know the answer before the gears in your head even started working

Or the only other reason would be:

"you've come here before, haven't you?"

He looks up from the sliding puzzle he was working on. "Huh?"

"How else do you know everything, there's no way you could actually be that smart." You sounded exasperated and it was heard in your voice.

He turned his attention back to the puzzle, "I have no idea what you're tal- OH!, it's says Denmark on here." He says completing yet another puzzle

Wow what a complete shocker

"There's a world map behind you, press Denmark and see if anything shows up." He said pointing behind your shoulder.

Uhhhh...

Where was Denmark again?

It was as if he read your mind and silently came up behind you "here." And pressed the small button on what you would've guessed was Denmark.

And it was. It opened a small compartment which held the key to the door. He completed the entire escape room on his own.

Wow what a complete shocker pt.2

GUESS WHAT?

Apparently he held the record for finishing it the fastest.

Wow what a complete shocker pt.3

But it was after this some guy named 'johan seong'

But the employees let y'all know he was disqualified so technically yujin has the record.

Here's part 1

321 notes · View notes

janghyungf · 10 months

Text

YOU DON'T HAVE TO TELL ME TWICE.

#lookism #eli jang #jang hyun #daniel lookism #lookism spoiler #daniel park #lookism x reader #lookism imagines #lookism 454

132 notes · View notes

randynova · 2 years

Note

haii can i request top!malereader with eli jang? ☺👉👈 cuddle with eli after making love heheh tysm!

𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐒

sᴜʙ!ᴇʟɪ ᴊᴀɴɢ x ᴅᴏᴍ!ᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(s): sᴍᴜᴛ ᴡ/ ɴᴏ ᴘʟᴏᴛ, ᴘʀᴀɪsᴇ, ᴀɴᴀʟ ᴘᴇɴᴇᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴅᴀᴄʀɪᴘʜʏɪʟɪᴀ

✦✦✦✦✦✦

A.N.: Thank you for requesting and I hope this is up to your standards, hopefully enjoying it when you're done! It's been years since I've written a smut with a male reader, so it may seem a bit weird, so I apologize! Also, reminder for everyone: requests are closed. Check my bio for when they are open.

✦✦✦✦✦✦

"F-Fuck…," Eli gasps, shakily letting his head lull back into the couch, bucking his hips into the warm grasp of the man's hand, biting back a moan as he clenched his jaw. Brows knitted together, he could not help the curses trickling from his mouth. He gripped your thigh and dug his nails into your slacks, fingers desperately clawing at your flexing muscles. Stray [H/C] hair tickled his nose, the vibrations of deep rumbling laughter running along his throat, making him shudder.

"Mm, you're so cute, Eli. I wanna hear you…," you plead softly with a grin against his neck, pressing a series of chaste kisses to his skin, occasionally taking the delicate flesh between your canines and leaving pretty red welts behind. Coarse fingers run along his length, rolling your wrist with every stroke, and pressing your palm as you reach the base of his cock before gliding back up again. Your hand resembled soft warm dough, kneading his shaft skillfully with firm tugs, slowly engulfing him in euphoria as you drown him in an unforgiving boiling abyss of your own sadistic lust.

Quickly Eli raises his free hand to his mouth and bites down on his fist. A groan thrums in his chest, trying to keep quiet and not give you the satisfaction of hearing him. Once you heard him, he knew you would deliberately keep the same cruel rhythm in order to make him a moaning, whimpering mess in your palm. Your touch had his head muddled, a whimper dying in his throat when you swipe your thumb over his weeping crown, drawing a circle with your finger pad on the leaking tip before sliding back down.

You chuckle, finding amusement in his crumbling composure. "Awe, come on, don't be such a brat, hm? Let me hear my favorite boy's cries, Eli…," you coo, stroking him faster, licking a stripe from his throat to his earlobe, prodding your tongue along the shell of his ear. You were a patient man, yes, but a merciful one? No, especially when it came to your dear boyfriend and his stubborn antics. "I know you want to…."

Eli flinched once the wet hot muscle made contact with his ear and started to dip into every crease, the squelching now resonating against his eardrum making him shiver. He tried to lean away from you but his attempts were futile as you grip his shoulder from the other side, pulling him impossibly closer, further winding the coil in his lower abdomen. He shakes his head at your request, grunting and sucking in sharp breaths rapidly. His hips rutted desperately into your palm, screwing his eyes shut as you pushed him closer to his release.

Disappointed at his response and lack of vocals, you pull your mouth away with a small pout, never pausing your relentless momento as you gaze at your boyfriend’s face. He looked absolutely lovely in your eyes — droplets of tears sitting on his lashes, cheeks flushed a bright pink hue, brows creasing together as small gasps slipped past his swollen lips. The glow of the table lamp made him glow as the light hit his skin, only adding to his ethereal charm.Truly, he was a heavenly sight to behold.

With one final pump, Eli let out a weak broken moan, arching his back as he shot thick ropes of semen into your hand, coating his stomach with his bittersweet release. You hummed, eyes trailing to the glistening cum painting his skin, dribbling down your knuckles. Today, he came too much and you could not help but wonder how long the two of you have not been intimate. Then again, you two were busy with Yenna and the threats to Hostel — so who knows when you will get to be like this again. Though, thankfully today, Yenna was being looked after by the Hostel gang as Eli came to visit you after so long.

With a sigh, your gaze shifts back to his face, smiling. "Ahhh, Eli…," you coo, giving a few more strokes to his cock, trying to milk him for more and truly break him. "Please, keep making such cute sounds for me, yeah?" You plead, blood rushing to your cock at hearing such a pitiful moan, pupils dilating as your heart soars in elation. He was always quiet during the beginning and now that you heard him, you needed to hear him make more pretty noises. To see him cry now that you made a crack in his exterior.

Yet, Eli finally found his nerve and pressed his hand to your chest, pushing you back in an attempt to stop the stimulation to his poor sensitive dick. He shook his head, whimpering and panting, writhing in his spot as he clutched onto your shirt. He looked so cute right now, bucking into your hand with tears — why stop now? “One more time, Eli. I’ll stop after you cum one more time, ‘kay…?”

“Please – agh — [Name], stop…!” He chokes, chest rising and falling rapidly as your touch begins to burn, no longer being pleasurable as you tried to build up his climax much too soon after jerking him off. “Please, not like this…!”

“Hm? Then how, babe? How do you want to cum again…?” You ask, feigning innocence as you begin to straddle his balls, fingertips squeezing the sensitive skin and overstimulating him, slowly going back and forth between his girth and balls. “Tell me.…”

Eli shakes his head once again, gritting his teeth and looking at you with pleading eyes, only for you to give his cock a good squeeze, causing him to let out a very high-pitched whine, “Mmm, ngh, f-fuck me…! God, please, fuck-fuck me….!”

That was all you needed to hear. With a chuckle, you unwrap your fingers from him, but you don't pull away, never widening or closing the distance between you two. You raise your hand to your mouth, staring intently into his half-lidded gaze as you drag your tongue across your skin, cleaning up his semen from your fingers. He narrowed his eyes, brows creasing as he watched how you suckled on your index, not bothering to keep quiet as you groaned in pure bliss shamelessly. Licking your hand clean, you pull off with a pop after a couple minutes, tongue dipping out as you grin. “So sweet, I can’t believe I went so long without it, honey….”

Eli rolls his eyes, only to freeze upon hearing your soft tone melt away, hearing the familiar low, rough voice speak his first order of the night. “Now that the fun’s over, take off your pants and put them aside.” He peered at you and was met with the icy glare you gave him, a chill running down his spine as you lean against the arm of the furniture. “Now.”

Hastily, Eli stood from his spot on the couch, trying to keep his balance as his knees attempted to sway from under him whilst he rid himself of the clothes pooled at his feet. His heart pounded in his ears and he ignored the cum that began to trickle down his stomach, more engrossed in how you leered at him with such a dark expression and lazy gaze. Seeing you this way, it reminded him of the same man he fell for all those months ago - this is the side he loved to meet the most. Humming in satisfaction, you snap your fingers and twirl a finger in the air after. “Good, boy. Now, come here and get on your hands n’ knees, and don’t forget to turn away from me.”

With a trembling form, he nods and does as he’s told. Like second nature, he gets on all fours on the couch, raising his ass in the air, and swaying his hips — like an animal in heat waiting to get their fill. You run your tongue over your lips and chuckle at your sweet Eli’s compliance. Jumping onto your feet, you unbuckle your belt and push your slacks down, seeing your throbbing bulge. The boy really did have an effect on you, the way your dick stood proudly when you removed your briefs being testament. Kicking aside your own clothes, you place a hand on Eli’s ass, rubbing it firmly whilst placing your knees on the couch as you sit behind him.

How he shivered was so cute, you couldn't wait to start.

“Gonna prep you before we start, okay?” You whisper, reaching over to the side table by the couch and opening the drawer. You were greeted with a bottle of lube and grabbed it, an extra you kept incase of anything occurring — like now. You whistled as you squeezed a small amount on your fingers before tossing it aside. Spreading apart his cheeks, your mouth waters at the sight of his puckering hole, flexing around nothing. “So pretty…,” you purr as you prod two slick fingers at his entrance, the coolness of the lubricant contrasting the warmth of Eli’s body. He twitched, arching his back slightly and gasping as you dip your fingers in. “Such a tight ass, and it’s aallll for me….”

It pinched a bit but the slow pace you set made it bearable. It took every fiber in the boy to hold himself back from trying to fuck himself on your fingers, knowing it would only invite more pain and trouble for him as you start to add more fingers into his tight hole. And you wouldn’t stop even as he became a whimpering mess, no, you would make him cum again and again just from your fingers alone. Even if he craves your touch more than anything, wanting to continuously crumble under it, he does not know when he will get the chance to feel you like this before life busies you both and he doesn't want to ruin it. Not again.

"Hahh, you're so obedient today…. Not the usual desperate brat you usually are…," you croon, slipping in a third finger and grinning as it made his moans pitch an octave higher. Oh? Is this what you thought it was? "Mmm… found it…."

His hole sucked your digits in greedily whilst you thrusted in and out fluidly, creating a series of obscene squelches as Eli was stretched out. His stomach tensed as you brushed against the familiar gummy spot — and you saw how he stiffened. You began stroking the same area, knowing each touch to his prostate would have him creaming all over the couch before you could truly pound into him. Slipping in another finger, Eli lets out a choked whine, raising his hips higher into the air as he rests onto his elbows and buries his face into his arms. Thighs twitching and flexing, the sensation started to become too much. His balls tightened, cock throbbing as you continued your cruel rhythm, slightly curling your slender fingers before pulling them out and thrusting them back in. "Mm, nahh, mmm-ngh, fuck…! [Name]! Fuuuck…!"

Just a few more strokes and —

"[N-Name]! Gonna c-cum…ahhhaaah!" He ejaculates with a rasp, biting down on his forearm, shaking as he spurts out thick ropes of white onto the surface of the couch, gasping as he stains the leather cushions. As keen as you intuition was, you were put a bit off guard, clicking your tongue at the mess. It was easy to wipe leather clean when occurrences like these happened but not so much the throw blanket that became victim to the semen of your sweet Eli. Nevermind it, you’ll deal with it momentarily. His hole fluttered around your digits, gripping onto your fingers as he came down from his high.

Deeming it enough, you pull away your fingers and grab your discarded shirt, tossing it under his shivering frame. Taking a deep breath, you line yourself up with him, resting your shaft between his cheeks as you grab onto his hips. “Now, be a good boy and make sure I can hear your cute moans. Or I’ll leave you high and dry. Am I clear?”

Eli nods, knowing you would come through with your promise as you had many nights before. You smile in satisfaction and press the crown to his rim, eliciting a shaky gasp. Sinking into him, you groan and close your eyes at the narrowness, curses trickling from your mouth as an intense warmth envelops your cock. You continued pushing into him, relishing in his soft groans before fully sheathing yourself inside Eli. Fuck, he was so snug around you, mellow and warm as he gripped onto your cock. A low moan rumbled in your chest, shoulders shaking as you gave his hips a quick squeeze.

You waited a few seconds, allowing him to adjust to the sheer girth of your cock before pulling your hips back, and roughly rutting into him without warning. The sudden slam elicits a strained moan from both of you, the snug push against your length now tightening as your boyfriend’s walls spasmed around you. “S-Shit…!” Even after many nights of getting lost in each other’s bodies, you could never adjust to him so easily nor forget how great it felt when he constricted around you. His body struggled to mold to you but you didn’t mind it. Hell no. It was your dream to fuck a nice and tight ass like this, to feel it welcome you as it sucks you in deeper with every rut of your hips.

Psh, this was perfect. It takes you back to your first night together, filling you with nostalgia as the memories flood your mind, how you broke the Big Daddy of Hostel in mere minutes.

That had been a feat all on its own. Yet know, you were in your own eternal paradise as you relive the moment of sinking into him and fucking him like a mere living cocksleeve, no different that a whore on the street as you spill load after load into his ass. However, your heart is not as cruel as your mind.

From all the men and women you met, Eli truly was one of a kind, one you wished to have met sooner. With such a tender character but rough exterior, the gangster was nothing more than a soul in need of a rest. One you would gladly give him, watching as he melted under your touch into a whimpering, submissive boy, knowing he’s been needing this for such a long time.

Your hips rutted into him, splitting him apart with no remorse as each thrust had left Eli breathless, clawing at the cushions and crying out to you as if it’s the only name he knows. The sound of skin slapping against skin and broken praises spurred you on, stirring his insides with every deep stroke of your cock. With how his walls gripped you, it would not be hard to cum so soon. “F-Fuck, Eli, you’re so perfect…!” You rasp lowly, throwing your head back whilst you pick up in your brutal pace, placing a foot on the floor and pounding straight into him. His body rocks back and forth, almost like a ragdoll, letting you stuff him to the brim without so much as a second thought.

The boy moaned shamelessly, pushing his pelvis back into you and meeting your powerful thrusts, his own end quickly building up. God, hearing Eli sound so desperate made your heart swell. Every snap of your hips, pelvis pressing to the curve of his thighs as you bottom out, pulling sweet sinful noises from his lips with every burning stretch of your cock, fueled the smoldering desire in your body to the point you felt as if you were on fire. Two souls intertwining and connecting in the most sacred and intimate way could never be rushed nor replaced, as this is how you showed your beloved how much you loved him.

This is what made the countless nights apart so fucking worth it, to know his body still craved you as much as yours craved his, melting into eachother as you reach your end together. World be damned, you loved Eli Jang, and all this was merely a piece of what you two had. And no one can destroy it.

With a final snap of your hips, you felt your whole being ascend. Spilling inside him with a gutteral grown, you spurt copious amounts of cum into Eli, and fill the boy to the brim, coating his insides with hot white ropes. Sloppily rutting into him, chasing the rest of your high, Eli reached his own release, writhing at the sensation of his flushed cockhead shooting out another stream of his cum, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

As you stilled, panting and trying to come back to your senses, you took in the sight of the chiseled back of your boyfriend, glistening from the layer of perspiration, highlighting the scars adorning his skin. Just the wounds tugged at your heartstrings. You knew of his past, but it did not make it any easier to see how it all left a mark on him.

Hunching over, you pressed a chaste kiss to his nape and made him sigh, before slowly straightening back up. Your joints and spine cracked, the tension you felt before washing away. Fuck, you forgot how tiring such a slow love-making session could be after an eight-hour shift of working. But Eli didn’t need to know that, no. All he needed was his boyfriend to make him forget about the stress in his life for a moment.

That was your responsibility to Eli, to help him relax and take his mind off of Hostel and the family, as well as to love and cherish him. Even if he denied it and tried to remain strong, you knew him and knew he needed a break every once in a while. You will never mind taking care of him.

Pulling out with a small groan, your fluids dribble from his hole, trickling down his thigh. You hastily grab the shirt you previously grabbed and dabbed at his flesh, slowly soaking up the mess. Content with the clean area, you hum and toss the clothing over your shoulder. You pivot on your heel and fold your leg under your frame, falling back onto the couch with a soft grunt, your back muscles relaxing as you meet the cushions. Your arm rests behind the frame of the furniture, dangling as you lull your head back with a soft smile.

Your beloved followed in suit, resting his head on your shoulder and intertwining his fingers with your long slender ones as he hissed quietly from the throbbing ache below. The fuzzy material of the blanket fell over you two as Eli adjusted, covering both your nude forms. Sighing, you give his hand a gentle squeeze and wrap your arm around him, embracing him as the two of you enjoyed each other’s presence in silence. No words needed to be exchanged, at least, not right away. The two of you needed a moment to recollect yourselves.

Yes, of course, you were a bit merciless when it comes to Eli’s pleasure, sadistic even, but you wanted nothing more than to bring your boyfriend gratification everytime you two had an intimate chance together. And Eli never tried changing it, even after your insistent inquiries — he was content.

So as long as your boyfriends like being brutally fucked and overstimulated, you would not change a single thing.

Afterall, his happiness was yours.

✦✦✦✦✦✦

©ʀᴀɴᴅʏɴᴏᴠᴀ || ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ || ɴᴏ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs, ᴇᴅɪᴛs, ᴄᴏᴘʏɪɴɢ, ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ, ᴇᴛᴄ. ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜᴍsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs.

432 notes · View notes

emojellyace08 · 8 months

Text

"Lookism Men x Reader (When you're sick/not feeling well PART 2)"

A/N: I'm back from the dead after days of not posting :) :/. Warnings: getting sick, over fatigue, colds/fever, passing out, overall not feeling well Genre: fluff ☁️Reader is gender neutral (and in an established relationship with the character of choice :)

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿

Hudson Ahn (Ahn Hyun-Seong)

He won't be so fazed with you being sick but he's still worried deep inside. Taesoo might even whoop his ass out if he didn't attend his training because of him taking care of you. Now now, don't feel guilty about it. Hudson looks like he's hating every inch of him babying you but he actually finds it relaxing to do something else other than punching rocks on the woods (but he still hoped that you don't get sick he hates it seeing you very unwell).

He knows that you'll get dizzy and limping or you'll catch a cold especially if you have a weak immune system but Hudson will still scold you like calling you an "idiot" for being careless if you're being to stubborn to get help lmao.

Hudson will be the type of "Don't ask for my help if you're going to act like this for being stupid." but then he'll 100% look out and take care for you when you're not feeling well lol. He'll buy facemasks and your medicine for you to get better soon and he probably knows how to cook so you can rely on him when your sick and pretty much screwed up. And he will clean up the place once you're feeling better since he doesn't want to fell ill either, he has other businesses to do.

"You have a fever". "Wha-" "You have a fever". Hudson bitterly answered as you are tucked on the bed like a little toddler, pouting at your boyfriend's disappointed reaction as he sighs at you trying to pull out the puppy-eye card. Though you indeed look very cute, he still can't help but to cringe at you trying to calm down his nerves right now. "Don't act like this or I'll literally going to leave you here." he tries to tease threaten you while you pleaded him with that sparkly eyes and holding his hand with all of your strength despite feeling physically numb. "Wait! I'm just kidding!" you protested as you coughed because of your sore throat killing you right now. "Then why didn't you listened when I told you to get some rest. You could have passed out or something might happened even worse to you." he flicked your forehead gently making sure it won't hurt you, but you still reacted too much pretending it hurts just makes him laugh. You really are an idiot at times.

Hudson's probably a kuudere? It's no surprise if he's celebrating his victory inside when you hold his hand on your dates lmao. Now he'll get a bit overprotective of you even at the least problematic of things. It might not be obvious but he cares about you so much.

Eli Jang (Jang Hyun)

Overprotective dad = Overprotective boyfriend/husband. Now he has to multi-task to take care of you and Yenna (but Sally and Warren will help him out so it will make him more relieved).

This man would be worried af. I wouldn't be surprised if he scolded your ass once again. Since he's already stressed out with the crews, you getting sick just makes him anxious more. But don't worry too much Eli would not point the blame on you, but please you just got to be careful at times since he's mostly not available :(.

But Eli has more experience in taking care of his someone than the rest of the men in this list. He knows what medicine and food you should take/consume, he would keep an eye on you almost 24/7 and he would NOT let leave you on his bed unless if you need to use the rest room (you got to recharge your energy y'know). And it's no surprise that despite getting worried at times, he's always ready with situations like this. He already has the alcohol/hand sanitizers, cough syrups and face masks in his bag. This man is your personal nurse lmao.

"Y/N, what the hell are you doing?" he glared at you as you made eye contact with his heavy and tired ones while you get yourself a fresh cup of water. And him carrying Yenna while he cooks breakfast and him boiling water to get your tea ready. "Uh I was just-" "You could have called me when you need something. You're just exhausting yourself go back to bed." he scolded you as you sighed and went back to your bedroom with Sally checking your temperature with a thermometer. "Sooo, am I feeling better now?" you asked in a cheeky matter as Sally sighed and showed you the results. "Not really. You still need to rest a lot. Eli's been stressed lately so you got to feel better and do your best." she stated as the blonde strawberry-haired lady ruffled your hair to make you feel better before leaving. After minutes, heck even hours of being alone on the bed getting consumed by your own thoughts Eli is back with your food, tea and medications ready. "Food is here" "Oh um yeah. Let me just-" you were about to get up when Eli placed the food tray on the small table in your bedroom and helped you get up by placing your pillow properly to support your head and back. "Am I a burden?" you asked him with a hint of worrying in your voice. "What do you mean by that? Of course not." he stated as he sat down on the chair beside as you avoid eye contact. "You've been doing a lot for Hostel. You take care of me and Yenna, you study and fight your ass off, even getting hurt because of the Workers. You've been doing so much for us." you answered honestly making your boyfriend sigh. "I know. But I chose to and I'm doing this to protect our family, especially you and Yenna. It may be exhausting but you're not a burden to me. So don't overthink too much love."

10/10 Boyfriend (still mentally unstable, but he's still nice if it's not on the Hostel arc lol).

Warren Chae (Chae Won Seok)

Not the best caregiver but also not the worse?

But don't get me wrong Warren will still do his best when you got sick. Though he may or may not scold you a lot or he'll just sigh, witnessing your terrible state.

He'll be the type to forget that you're sick and order a box of your favorite fast-food even when you have stomach cramps/diarrhea because he cares about your cravings so much 😭. "Y/N! (I bought some) fried chicken!" you heard your boyfriend call out for you in a cheerful tone as he carries a box of freshly cooked chicken of your favorite brand along with other sweets and placing it on the wooden table. Sally can't help but to pout at him for being a bit forgetful at times. "Warren, didn't the doctor told you that she/he is not allowed to eat too much calories today?" "Yeah, didn't you remember that silly head?" you teased your boyfriend as he stands there dumb founded as his mind travels into different dimensions, he's just really stupid at times. "Wait wha- 👁️👄👁️. Oh shit, sorry I forgot to buy your medicine! Don't worry I'll come back here!" Trust me he'll look goofy af when he tries to run away bc he'll probably forget to bring his wallet with Sally screeching at the top of her lungs to get back since he doesn't have any money with him.

But the dedication in this man when he likes someone is actually really impressive. If he really cares, he'll make sure to give justice to his affection towards you. He'll stay up all night taking care of you even if it takes his own health at risk, he just wants to see you better.

I'm going to say that Warren is an overall a green flag most of the times. He may be somehow a bit dumb but he (along with Hudson ; I guess) are more emotionally well than the rest of the dudes in this list I guess (I'm literally roasting Eli and Johan at this point).

Johan Seong (Seong Yohan)

Also a kuudere like Hudson. Johan will call you a dumbass for getting sick in different languages at this point.

It might not be obvious, but he'll also be worried if his someone is not feeling well. It may look like that it's just a common cold but it reminds him of his mom. Now she's struggling with her eyesight and him seeing you trying your best to get better just makes him a bit sad at this point.

It can be a bit surprising, but Johan knows about this stuff. His mom used to work at her salon a lot, causing her to have back pains at times and he likes to help her out while he listens to her rambles about her day (this is kind of a bit too cute and sad for a headcannon). He may not initiate it often since he doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable, but the moment that it looks like you really need it he won't hesitate to help you out. "Does your shoulders hurt?" you heard your boyfriend ask you as you tried to rotate your shoulders to ease the pain. But considering how observative the brunette male is, he decided to ask you about it since it can be a bother when you're trying to study/work. "Yeah, would you mind?" "Oh, sure come here." >333 L:JD:LKJ:LAJKD. He'll also give advices to fix your posture so you wouldn't have to ask him for another remedial session especially when he's busy lmao. "Y/N I told you to not crouch when you're sitting. You're literally going to kill your spine at this point". he scolded you once again as he gently approached your shoulders and massage you. "Sorry love, I was just too focused on work/doing my homework I guess." "You just probably love my hands a bit too much..." "JOHAN!" (Johan on the outside: -_- Johan on the inside: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

He also knows about your medications and what you should eat. He would scold you like Eli if you move too much when you're dizzy while looking you with that dead ass eyes. "Dummyhead, go back to bed you're still sick -_-".

It may looks like that he's hating every inch of these moments with you together, but it can be a bit fun and stressful memory for him. Making him chuckle and tease you with those pretty eyes when he recalls about it.

#lookism x reader #lookism x y/n #lookism x you #lookism fic #eli jang x reader #warren chae x reader #johan seong x reader #hudson ahn x reader

111 notes · View notes

hyun0o · 4 months

Text

MASTERLIST

Hey, just starting. You guys can call me hyun or pang (female), I like hyun but call me what makes you comfortable. I want to make girl groups scenarios or one shots and most of them are just gonna be x female!Reader. Sorry for the guys out there (-=-'). But anyways if you ask kindly on what you want me to write then I'll give it time to make it . I hope you'll enjoy what I write. I allow smut and other things except for members that are under age. Please note that I'm not going to write a story if I'm not comfy with the members and please ask nicely so I can be comfortable with you reader. I'm filo as well so if u want a filo fic then don't be scared to ask (°=°).

GIRL GROUPS

AESPA

Yu Jimin (Karina)

The Train Ride To Our Paradise [Fluff]

Competition For You [!smut!]

Aeri Uchinaga (Giselle)

Bored [!smut!] (Request)

Kim Minjeong (Winter)

Competition For You [!smut!]

Ning Yi Zhou (Ningning)

Picnic [!smut!] (Request)

OT4

Nothing yet

BLACKPINK

Park Jisoo

Nothing yet

Kim Jennie

Her Favorite [!smut!]

Ride me [!smut!] (Request) (Coming soon)

Park Chaeyoung (Rosé)

Bath Time [!smut!] (Request) (Coming soon)

Lalisa Manobal (Lisa)

Nothing yet

OT4

Cutie [Fluff] (Request)

IVE

Kim gaeul

Nothing yet

An Yujin

Nothing yet

Kim Jiwon (Liz)

Nothing yet

Jang Wonyoung

Midnight Longing [Fluff]

Sisters Bunnie [!Smut!] (Coming soon)

Naoi Rei

Nothing yet

Lee Hyunseo (Leeseo) [!No Smut!]

Nothing yet

OT6

Nothing yet

LE SSERAFIM

Miyawaki Sakura

Nothing yet

Kim Chaewon

Nothing yet

Huh Yunjin

Nothing yet

Nakamura Kazuha

Practice Room [!smut!] (Request)

Jealous Girl [!smut!] (Request)

Kim Garam (?)

Nothing yet

Hong Eunchae [!No Smut!]

Nothing yet

OT5/6

Nothing yet

More groups to come(?)

REQUESTS:

[NOTE! only girl group members are allowed, no under age members, no m!Readers, no illegal things to the point I can go to jail for lol]

LE SSERAFIM

Kazuha

Practice room [Dom!Zuha x Fem!Reader] [SMUT]

Jealous girl [G!PZuha x Fem!Reader] [SMUT]

AESPA

Giselle

Bored [Gamer Giselle x Fem! Reader] [SMUT]

Ningning

Picnic [Ningning x Fem! Reader] [SMUT]

BLACKPINK

Jennie

Ride Me [Dom! JENNIE x fem! Reader] [SMUT] (Coming Soon)

Rosé

Bath Time [Dom!Roseanne x Sub! Female reader] (Coming Soon) [SMUT] [FLUFF]

OT4

Cutie [Blackpink x fem! Reader] [FLUFF]

#hyun #masterlist #Spotify #pang #Request

41 notes · View notes

hearts-4-vicky · 2 months

Text

MASTERLIST

❗️- Smut

❣️- Fluff

-LE SSERAFIM-

Kim Chaewon

❗️ Sub g!p Camgirl Chaewon x Dom reader

❗️69 with the fimmies

❗️IN FOR IT (Dom Chae)

Sakura

❗️69 with the fimmies

❗️CALL OVER YOUR HOMEGIRLS (dom kkura)

Huh Yunjin

❗️ 69 with the fimmies

Kazuha

❗️69 with the fimmies

-IVE-

Ahn Yujin

Nothing for now🎀

Gaeul

Nothing for now🎀

Rei

Nothing for now🎀

Jang Wonyoung

❗️Sensitive Wonyoung x G!p reader

❣️Wonyoung x Bodyguard reader

❗️G!p Wonyoung x Sensitive reader

Liz

❗️ Sub!Liz x Dom!Gp!Reader

-AESPA-

Yoo Jimin / Karina

❗️G!p AESPA x Sub reader

❗️MILF Rina & Gigi x G!p reader

Aeri Uchinaga / Giselle

❗️Dom Aeri x G!p reader

❗️G!p AESPA x Sub reader

❗️MILF Rina & Gigi x G!p reader

Kim Minjeong / Winter

❗️G!p AESPA x Sub reader

Ning Yi Zhuo / Ningning

❗️G!p AESPA x Sub reader

-NEWJEANS-

Kim Minji

❣️Quarterback Minji x shy cheerleader reader

Pham Hanni

Nothing for now🎀

Danielle Marsh

Nothing for now🎀

-ITZY-

Hwang Yeji

Nothing for now🎀

Choi Jisu / Lia

Nothing for now🎀

Shin Ryujin

Nothing for now🎀

Lee Chaeryeong

Nothing for now🎀

Shin Yuna

Nothing for now🎀

-RED VELVET-

Bae Joo-hyun / Irene

Nothing for now🎀

Kang Seulgi

Nothing for now🎀

Son Seungwan / Wendy

Nothing for now🎀

Park Sooyoung / Joy

Nothing for now🎀

Kim Yerim / Yeri

Nothing for now🎀

-KISS OF LIFE-

Julie

❗️G!p Julie x 5th member Reader

Natty

Nothing for now🎀

Belle

Nothing for now🎀

Haneul

Nothing for now🎀

-(G) IDLE-

Cho Miyeon

Nothing for now🎀

Nicha Yontararak / Minnie

Nothing for now🎀

Seo Soojin

Nothing for now🎀

Jeon Soyeon

Nothing for now🎀

Song Yuqi

Nothing for now🎀

Yeh Shuhua

Nothing for now🎀

#wlw #le sserafim imagines #le sserafim x reader #ive x reader #ive imagines #aespa imagines #aespa x reader #newjeans imagines #newjeans x reader #itzy imagines #itzy x reader #aespa smut #ive smut

77 notes · View notes

wannaeatramyeon · 8 months

Note

Can I request Eli with an afab reader where she’s just being domestic and cooking and he starts getting all touchy and clingy? Thank you in advance🤧

Of course and so sorry for the delay! A little soft drabble for our new sadboy 🥺

Eli Jang x Reader: loving touches

G/N. Soft soft soft

Yenna peers at you with wide eyes.

Seated at the kitchen table, mimicking your actions and prepping dinner with her own plastic playset.

Eli feels his heart swelling at the sight. Presses a kiss to the top of his daughter's head, before then striding over to you while she frowns at him for disturbing her focus.

He curls around you like a cat, almost purring as he kisses your cheek and nuzzles into your neck. Touches come easy, unlike in the early days. All learned from you, the casual affection.

Warm and loving physical gestures - the hugs and the gentle, quick pecks and the hands wrapped around each other. Making up for lost time and letting all his touch and love starved tendencies run wild.

Did wonders for Yenna too. Cute and precocious already, now an absolute bundle of sunshine, as easy with her affection as you are.

It's amazing, really, how much children pick up on their surrounding.

Beyond his wildest dreams, you stayed through the rough start and the trauma from his past, and, well...

Now Eli counts you as one of the few things that have gone right in his life.

"Something smells good," his breath tickles your neck as you squirm.

You tell him between giggles, "I'm making your fave-"

"I meant you."

#blonde hair eli is still superior #lookism #lookism x reader #lookism fic #lookism fanfic #eli jang #eli jang x reader #jang hyun #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #wannaeatramyeon

241 notes · View notes

anticapitalistclown · 3 months

Note

hiiiiii <3 could u please do Eli x fem! reader, visuals too?

sure!

Eli x fem! reader, visuals

#lookism #lookism x reader #eli jang #jang hyun

60 notes · View notes

heavens-moonlight · 3 months

Text

𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦 | 𝟬𝟭 : 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗗𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘

SYNOPSIS | 02 : THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT

Author’s Note: The following chapter will be where the misery starts but I wanted to build character and friendship dynamics here first. Updates won't be as frequent (because of one word: life) but I have pre-written a lot for this drama already so I'll see this work to the end! Hopefully this is enjoyable so far, and feel free to let me know what you think (or what you want to see in future chapters)! Until next time! ♡

"THE INNOCENT CIVILIANS HAVE LOST, AND THE MAFIA WON!"

Your heavy palpebrae that moments earlier masked your vision in dimness, adorned with a trace of gentle sleepiness, slowly flutters open at the announcement, eyes emerging from the veil of unconsciousness. Finding yourself awakening with an overwhelming and unshakeable wave of trepidation washing over you, your chest tightens in palpable distress. The heaviness pales no less in comparison to the weight of an anvil sinking down atop your sternum, lungs punctured by bowed bones.

You sit there in a state of unease, mind racing with apprehension and discomposure, searching for answers to the troubling sensation coursing through your body. The sense of foreboding grips your heart tightly like an invisible vice, leaving you breathless and unable to shake off the unwanted feeling.

In a haste, you slide open the window beside you, the glass screeching against rubber weatherstrips expanded by scorching summer heat. Through the humidity, a light breeze brushes past, breathing air and life back into you. It's not hard to recognize the way your subconscious whispers insistently that something is amiss, the combination of uncertainty and uneasiness blending together into something you can't decipher.

Your hand comes to rest against your chest, heart pounding strongly and ceaselessly against your ribcage, almost as though wanting to escape from its confines. It sends you reeling, akin to an out of body experience. For some unexplained reason, confusion clouds your thoughts as you struggle to clear the thick shroud of fog encasing your entire being, the mist muddling and settling deep within you. A haunting sense of premonition creeps over as if some elapsed memory shares in its ominous secrets. Yet, try as you might, you could not uncover the source of this inexplicable anxiety. You're left clueless except for the empty feeling both in your mind and soul, like you have forgotten something important.

When your breathing returns to normal and your pulse has settled back into its regular rhythmic beat, you shake your head to clear it of the sudden upsetting thoughts. Only then do you realize you had fallen asleep at one point, head tilted back against the warm and worn peeling leather seats of the bus. The sound of loud conversations and even louder hum of the engine, the smell of smoke, and the bump of the vehicle's wheels on uneven pavement brings with it a gentle sway of movement that returns to you a sense of comfort you can't put into words.

Glancing down at your lap, you notice that you had left the entirety of a horror movie playing on your phone, the end credits having long since rolled endlessly, words drenched in red blinking cursorily across the screen. You rarely experienced nightmares, not even after indulging in disturbing content, and certainly not when it's broad daylight out still. So then, why now?

The sound of a book plopping down to the ground pulls you out of your reverie and you lean forward to pick it up, folding it closed to survey the front cover.

흰나비의 살인.

The White Butterfly's Murder.

You smile to yourself. It was so like Yoon-Seo to read a murder mystery on a school trip, the same exact one you had gifted to her only yesterday for her birthday. A love of thriller was what brought you both to be such good friends in the first place, and it didn't seem those like-minded interests would diverge any time soon.

"Yoon-Seo ah..." Scooting forward in your seat, you lightly tap her on the shoulder and she jolts upright, turning back to look at you, unreasonably startled, a shiver running down her spine. "What's wrong?" Your grin drops slightly at her growing restlessness, face now pale as if she had encountered an apparition. Her eyes shift back and forth, guarded for a microsecond before snapping back into her usual self.

Yoon-Seo takes noticeably deep inhales, drawing the attention of Jung-Won, her seat mate for the ride, who pauses mid-coding to look over, displeased.

"What did you dream of?"

"I'd rather not say."

"Han Seol-Hwa. Lee Yoon-Seo.” Jung-Won clicks her tongue teasingly, pointing a finger from you to Yoon-Seo. “I'm making it a rule that you guys stay away from blood, murders, and deaths this trip, alright?"

You roll your eyes good-naturedly. "Alright, I promise you eomma. No more nagging Yoon-Seo and I."

Jung-Won scowls at you playfully, pushing her glasses up higher on the bridge of her nose and you stick out your tongue in her direction impishly. Yoon-Seo laughs quietly at the exchange as you hand her back her book.

"Thanks, Seol-Hwa."

"Tell me all about it later when we've arrived." Despite muttering it under your breath to avoid being heard by Jung-Won, you fail miserably.

"Seriously?!"

You and Yoon-Seo laugh together as Jung-Won goes on a tangent about how psychologically, scary things are not good for young, impressionable minds, fingers click-clacking away all the while. Fortunately preoccupied, she doesn't notice Yoon-Seo sending you a wink, a hidden promise between you two to indulge in the realm of the supernatural regardless.

A resounding and victorious scream travels all the way from the back of the bus and you turn around to observe the friend group seated there.

"See?! I told you all Yool was the Mafia! Let's play again," Eun-Ha says, arms crossed. "You idiots never listen to me, do you?" She slaps both Yeon-Woo and Eun-Chan on the back of their heads as petty punishment.

"What can I say? You simply can't kill the master." Yool leans back, legs thrown atop the headrest of the seat in front, a proud smile stretched across his face.

As they're about to commence another game, Jin-Ha gets relayed a message through Seung-Bin. "Tell them that Kyung-Jun is sleeping and to shut the hell up."

"YAH!" The random shout is so out of place and entirely uncalled for, but it's effective for the time being. "Kyung-Jun is sleeping," Jin-Ha parrots, obedient. "You guys are always so fucking loud that we can hear you before we can see you!" Met with blank stares all around, he's finally satisfied at the reduction in volume and goes back to looking at something Seung-Bin points out to him on his phone. Unbeknownst to him, the rest switch to eyeing him in disfavor behind his back.

It wasn't hard to see the hierarchy of the bullies' group, although Jin-Ha most likely doesn't notice anything wrong with the skewed power dynamics.

Kyung-Jun unpredictably opens his eyes, turning to glare at Heo Yool specifically, but when he swivels back around again, your eyes meet coincidentally and he simply stares, an unreadable expression on his face. You avert your gaze hastily, not wanting to stir up trouble with the bullies, especially not Kyung-Jun who was quick to anger if someone so much as breathed wrongly in his direction.

Your eyes search the rest of the bus lazily before landing on Jun-Hee, sleeping peacefully unaware, head tilted towards the window. The sunlight bathes him in a soft yellow glow and you can't help but stare as a single ray of light filters through the curtains, slanting lightly across his face. You etch every slope, every contour, and every dip of his countenance behind your eyes so that the image of him doesn't fade.

The comfortable rise and fall of Jun-Hee's chest, synchronized with his steady breathing is so serene that it captivates your heart. In high noon, the gentle curves of his face seem even more soft, accentuated by the calmness enveloping his features. Fondly, you observe him in the morning's bright golden haze, and in the beauty of the falling sunbeams, you wonder if he'd ever see you in the same way.

A rolled-up piece of paper hits you square in the face and you finally drag your gaze away long enough to see who it is. Whipping your head around, you're met with snickers from Hyun-Ho and Dong-Hyun, who don't even try to hide they're the culprits.

You're being obvious. Hyun-Ho mouths the words discernibly. Just sit next to him if you're going to gawk.

You chuck the paper ball back toward him and it smacks him in the mouth, your nose scrunching up in focus mixed with annoyance.

"I think that's the most creative way I've ever seen someone being told to shut up," Dong-Hyun voices approvingly, shooting you two thumbs up.

"Are you my friend or hers?" Hyun-Ho asks childishly, somewhat snubbed.

"To be honest, she can be more frightening than you at times even though she's half your size."

You giggle to yourself as the two start squabbling in their seats across the aisle from Jung-Won and Yoon-Seo.

For the most part, after having transferred to Yooil High, you were fairly well-liked by everyone for your just and nonjudgmental attitude. That, and you pretty much kept to yourself, stayed out of trouble, and knew not to dig your nose in other's business if it didn't concern you. You weren't popular by any means, but not a single person had a true reason to dislike you and you hoped to continue that track record.

By a stroke of bad luck, your parents died a few years ago in a car accident, and you've been living with your cousin Hyun-Ho ever since, adopted by your aunt and uncle-in-law. They have been nothing short of welcoming and loving, and the same goes for Hyun-Ho, who acts no less like your real brother. Sure, he's annoying at times but it's just his overprotective nature and ease of accepting the older sibling role. You got on quite quickly with Yoon-Seo and Jung-Won, and Hyun-Ho made sure you adapted to his own friend group, introducing you to his best friends Jun-Hee and Dong-Hyun. You loved your companions dearly, all incredibly close and inseparable ever since you could remember.

But you couldn't remember when you began to see Jun-Hee as more than that.

Friends.

It's not the first, and it certainly won't be the last time you remind yourself of that fact.

Just friends. Nothing more and nothing less.

Except, you're not the only who was harboring feelings for him. Where you were quiet and discreet about it, So-Mi is loud and unabashed. It's hard to ignore and pretend you don't hear her snapping pictures of Jun-Hee shamelessly and without permission, the shutter ticking in quick succession.

"Isn't this crazy? It's like a photoshoot, right? How does he look like that? Even while sleeping?" So-Mi rattles off questions in awe, more to herself than anyone else.

Woo Ram doesn't miss a beat in his reply. "I'll tell Jun-Hee about your crazy obsession with him."

"Could you, please?" So-Mi widens her eyes, batting her lashes imploringly. "I'll use that as an opportunity to tempt him."

You hear Ji-Soo's laugh ring out brash and clear. "This delusional girl, seriously..." she chides. "You've been saying that since last year. When will you actually find the courage to tell him?"

That's the question you ask yourself also. You don't blame So-Mi. Sometimes, you think it might be better to not have been best friends with him. It only complicates your feelings further, too afraid to ruin years of friendship, but also too filled with wishful thinking on the mere possibility of it growing into anything beyond that.

Sighing, you turn to look out the window, trying your best to tune out their conversation even though it doesn't work. There's not much to hold your attention when the scenery is endless stretches of barren trees and even emptier infrastructure, or lack thereof, rolling by.

The setting sun dyes everything in a blaze of orange, making it appear as if the city was burning, the sky collapsing.

"Seduce him now," Yu-Jun taunts, voice giving way to his utter lack of confidence in So-Mi's coquetting abilities, knowing full well the impossibility that the two would ever end up together.

"Cut it out! It will happen soon...just not here." So-Mi tries to shush her friends as they holler at Jun-Hee teasingly, with all intent to wake him up.

Woo-Ram and Yu-Jun successfully manage to rouse him if the sound of So-Mi's indignant squeals is anything to go by, coupled with the unmistakable clicking of her phone's camera shutter, pressed by accident this time around.

Somewhere in between listening and musing, you had begun to doze off again when you feel the seat shift and sink beside yours. The movement is so light and careful that you don't pay it any notice at first.

"Hey, I thought when you flirt with someone, they're supposed to come to you and not away from you." Ji-Soo's snickers mix in with So-Mi's annoyed remarks aren't as jarring as you thought it'd be after everyone was subjected to the silent rule earlier.

You feel your head droop forward before someone touches the side of your face gently, fingers grazing the curve of your cheek to angle your head into the broad line of their shoulder.

The pads of their fingers trace the underside of your jaw in a featherlight motion, and you lift your face in alarm, curious as to who would do such a thing especially if they weren't necessarily close to you

Eyes trailing upward, your vision refocuses and they widen at the sight of Jun-Hee staring down at you, gaze soft and unwavering as he stares, transfixed, pupils shining. One hand is hanging in midair, held steady to shield your face from the sun.

You open your mouth to say something, anything, but no words come out, a frozen expression of surprise on your visage.

Jun-Hee's lips tilt slightly upward, the motion bunching his cheeks up, almost as if he was trying hard to suppress his laugh.

Pulling yourself together, you sit up properly and lean away from his shoulder. "Sorry."

You don't notice Jun-Hee's smile dropping imperceptibly and the light in his eyes dimming as you're no longer within close proximity. "Why are you apologizing?"

"It's nothing." The response is too dismissive even to your own ears as you can't conjure up an excuse for the sudden pretense, or for your outlandish behavior.

It would be quite a long bus ride, sitting next to each other, both not knowing what to say.

The space between Jun-Hee's eyebrows crease together in confusion, but he doesn't push the matter further.

You clear your throat awkwardly, shifting in your seat to sit on your hands. When did simply talking to him become so hard to do? You've hidden your feelings for years without problem, so why was it so different now? Those feelings changed and grew. "When did you come to sit here? Weren't you just sleeping earlier?"

Jun-Hee knocks his shoulder into yours, a teasing lilt to his voice. "You were watching me?"

"Pft, as if," You deny with lackluster confidence, scoffing. "I was just observing what everyone was doing."

"Right..." He elongates the word. "...And what I was doing was sleeping. That you watched." Jun-Hee looks at you again, a deadpan but knowing look on his face. Flustered, you duck your head only for him to mirror the movement, subtly leaning his own toward yours and trying to catch your eye. It ends up with him chortling as your forehead nearly collides with your knees in the slouched over position you had subjected yourself to.

Knowing full well you were being made fun of without a hint of malice, you twist your body sideways and lean your back against the window, turning to him with a glare. "Is this fun to you?"

As he laughs, you find yourself wanting to follow suit, but stick to the bit of maintaining your mock angry façade, slapping him on the arm. If anything, he continues to chuckle, barely flinching, finding your reaction rather amusing.

"Don't worry. I promise I didn't sneak any pictures." It quickly registers to you that he was clearly teasing So-Mi for earlier. You can't help the scandalized look on your face, cheeks puffing out as you try to hold in your laugh. "I guess you did notice a camera being pressed up to your face, huh?"

"Kind of hard not to with all the noise." He shakes his head in annoyance. "But I am still sleepy." Jun-Hee pulls your arm so that you're pressed against his side again, no semblance of space remaining between the two of you as he lowers himself, sinking further down into the seat, eyes shut and head now leaning against your shoulder.

"Jun-Hee..."

"Let me borrow your shoulder for a little while."

You're about to pull away, thinking he's playing around when his grip tightens on your arm.

"Think of it as returning the favor from earlier. We can call it even."

Making a vague sound of neutrality but not moving, you relax, and Jun-Hee lessens his hold, adjusting his position to be more comfortable. "Are you going to watch this time too?" His hand squeezes your forearm once.

"Dream on," you kid.

"Maybe I will," he answers with certainty. "Until it becomes reality."

"I didn't know you were this affectionate with everyone."

"Not just anyone. Only you," Jun-Hee mumbles, tilting his head further into the crook of your neck. His lips move dangerously close to the juncture of your shoulder, your pulse point centimeters away as he shifts around, finding the most relaxing spot to rest.

"Don't say things you don't mean." You can't bite your tongue fast enough as the words tumble out unprompted. That was supposed to be an inside thought no one else should be privy to but yourself.

"Who says I don't mean it?" You tense up beside him, at a loss for words, but Jun-Hee doesn't point it out, more than not nice enough to ignore it for your sake. "I'm self-proclaimed as your favorite." He bumps his knee against yours. "I know you better than anyone else."

"Do you, though?"

"...Of course, I do."

But you don't know that I'm already halfway in love with you.

"On what basis, mister?"

"Best friend privileges."

"Right..."

You stare down at the top of his head, Jun-Hee unaware of your blatant staring and the way your smile fades at the same time one appears on his face.

"That's acceptable, no?"

"Of course, it is. Best friends. That's what we are..." You trail off.

And I guess that's all we'll ever be.

Hours later, the sky has since darkened and you can see the visible outline of the full moon on high, light not concealed by the stars weakly glimmering to illuminate the night.

Most, if not the entirety, of the students on the bus were asleep, except for you and your two lovable, but mischievous best friends sitting in front of you.

Yoon-Seo and Jung-Won peer over the back of their seats like cute meerkats, only their eyes visible, phones raised suspiciously in your direction.

"You're welcome in advance," Yoon-Seo says cheekily, showing the widest grin you've ever seen on her, eyes crinkling as Jung-Won stifles her laugh behind her hand. At your persistent eye signals, they sink back down into their seats, satisfied after overfilling their camera rolls.

As the bus slows down, indicating that your class was nearing your destination, the road gradually begins to get rougher and bumpier. It's a surprise Jun-Hee still hasn't woken up yet, sleeping soundly away still leaning on you.

Deciding to mess around with him, you slightly pivot your body so it's facing him, leaving enough room for his head to not fall off your shoulder.

"Jun-Hee," you call, tilting your head down in front of his.

"Jun-Hee ah." The bus is rocking him, lolling his head forward along with the movement, his face nearly downturned.

"Wake up, sleepyhead." Your shoulder is no longer acting as support when you turn your face directly below his and peer up, tilting your head like he had done to you miles back, smiling at his obliviousness to the harmless prank, peacefully undisturbed in his slumber.

"Kim Jun—" The bus lurches abruptly, running over a speed bump the driver misses, and your words die in your throat as it jostles Jun-Hee's body forward and consequently his head toward your own, his lips meeting yours. The next slope in the road, and the fleeting press of the accidental kiss fades away, but the butterflies in your stomach refuse to settle.

You're motionless, eyes wide, hands immediately coming up to touch your lips where they're still tingling from the lingering imprint of Jun-Hee's lips against your own, barely registering just how close his face is to yours still, remaining asleep all the same.

"Kids, we're here!"

Your teacher's announcement snaps you out of your thoughts and you hurriedly sit back as Jun-Hee's eyelids sluggishly part, the first thing they focus on is you. He grins drowsily, and you wonder what can truly fix the irreparable damage to your heart.

Get a grip, Han Seol-Hwa.

Forcing a smile that you hope isn't as awkward as it feels onto your face, you decidedly withhold the truth about the incident.

"That was the best sleep I've had in a while," Jun-Hee tells you, leaning closer to be heard over the ruckus of everyone moving around in their seats, wanting to alight the bus the moment it stops.

You scoot back reflexively with your face aflame, still not over what had happened.

Jun-Hee also pulls away, worry mixed with bewilderment evident on his face. "Are you alright?"

"What do you mean?" You cringe internally at how guilty the tone of your voice comes out.

"It's just..." Jun-Hee regards you for a moment, studying your face as you avoid his searching eyes. "You've been acting a little weird since this morning."

"I'm tired is all," you lie through your teeth.

"If I—"

Suddenly So-Mi appears next to the two of you in the aisle, eyeing you up and down judgingly. "Jun-Hee, the teacher said he wants to talk to us."

As Jun-Hee gets up but doesn't reply, you swiftly scoot out of your own seat and attempt to scurry away to where Yoon-Seo and Jung-Won are waiting for you by the wheel, wanting to avoid the dreaded conversation you knew was sure to follow.

So-Mi dismisses your presence completely, standing into the empty space between the rows in an effort to block Jun-Hee off.

His eyes count your steps and before you can move even a feet away, he grabs ahold of you, fingers wrapping securely but tenderly around your wrist. Your pulse quickens beneath your skin, and you wonder if he can feel how rapidly it bounds under his touch.

"Seol-Hwa—"

Jun-Hee appears a bit dejected for some reason you'd rather not dwell upon. You gaze down at his grasp on you before turning to face him.

"Didn't you hear me?" So-Mi interjects, trying to make him focus on her by stepping into his line of vision, but his eyes remain fixed only on you. "Seonsaengnim needs both of us for something."

Your fingers graze Jun-Hee's as you slowly remove his hand, much to his reluctance. To the bitter distaste of So-Mi, he doesn't seem like he'll go along with her any time soon. She directs her glare at you once more, and you sigh quietly, not wanting to be in the middle of this interaction one bit.

"I'll see you later Jun-Hee."

"Wait—" He tries to grab your hand again, but So-Mi is quick to turn his shoulder away, making up filler dialogue.

Given the slip unintentionally, you speed walk toward your friends, and the three of you descend the steps. You feel Jun-Hee's stare burn through the back of your head yet refuse to turn around.

Maybe if you leave everything that happened on the bus and the thoughts along with it, you'll go back to being yourself soon enough.

The teacher is pacing the edge of the curb looking perturbed, voice frustrated as he speaks into the phone, the person on the other end not comprehending a single word.

Before you can tune into what he's saying, Yoon-Seo taps you on the forearm, whispering, "Have we been here? Why do I feel like I have? It's so familiar..."

"All the youth centers look the same," Jung-Won settles, rummaging through her backpack. "Yoon-Seo, Seol-Hwa, I'm heading in first. See you inside."

You wave to her as Yoon-Seo stands beside you, unmoving and gazing up at the third-floor window of the building.

"Yoon-Seo...?" You move your hand back and forth in front of her face, and she finally blinks, her gaze returning to normal.

"What is it?" she responds absentmindedly.

"That's what I should be asking you." You halt at the blank expression on her face staring back at you.

"I thought I saw something..." She points at the window but when you look, squinting against the dark to focus your eyes, all you can see is the white curtains billowing back and forth from the window barely cracked open.

"It's only the wind. Your mind is probably playing tricks on you." Yoon-Seo seems assured by your answer for the time being, nodding. You rap on her head lightly with a loose fist, mock admonishing. "Aigoo, Miss Detective. The books are taking over your imagination."

Yoon-Seo laughs and shoves you playfully. "Don't act like you don't also live and breathe all things horror."

"But I'm not the one seeing things, am I?" Raising your eyebrows at her teasingly, Yoon-Seo simply rolls her eyes and links her arm with yours.

"Come on, let's go. It's cold out here, and I want to see the rest of this place."

The two of you enter the lobby, and the first thing you take note of is the pure white marble statue of a girl, sitting atop a pillar and staring down into nothingness, eyes soulless and devoid of emotion. It’s melancholic in a way, a personified goddess, yet alone and ostensibly powerless.

"Yoon-Seo, don't you think those eyes remind you of anyone?" You fix your gaze on the figurine closely, examining the features etched haphazardly into the rock. Whatever intention the sculptor had, you couldn't find the purpose for the seemingly out of place decor.

Yoon-Seo nudges you. "Now who's the one with the wild imagination?"

"I'm being serious here."

"I don't see any resemblance to anyone we could possibly know. There's no informative plaque on who it may be either."

You shrug. "Maybe it's just me then."

"Aren't you two going to scan?" Jung-Won ushers you and Yoon-Seo toward the flyer:

[ sᴄᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ǫʀ ᴄᴏᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪ-ғɪ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴsᴛᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴇʀ ᴀᴘᴘ ᴀᴜᴛᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ]

"This place has an app? What for?" you question.

"Hmm, I'll just stick to this paper booklet they have instead." Yoon-Seo decides quickly, rifling through the readily available printed maps.

"You'll have to lead me around," you say in all earnestness. "I'm very direction disoriented."

Jung-Won doesn't even try to hide her smile. "We can tell."

"It's not my fault I was born like this." You dramatically fall back onto Yoon-Seo. "Would you two really lead me astray as my best friends?"

Yoon-Seo giggles behind you. "No way. We saw how dazed you were getting off the bus earlier. You need all the help you can get."

Jung-Won snickers, shaking her head while dragging you and Yoon-Seo through the double doors of the gymnasium where the rest were gathered.

Everyone is off scattered into their own respective friend groups, your trio throwing your backpacks haphazardly on the floor before sitting against the wall of bleachers yet to be pulled out.

Jun-Hee and So-Mi enter shortly after with the teacher, engaged in a discussion. You look away before they can notice, and focus on the girls attempting to practice for their performance instead, Woo-Ram filming their efforts. Joo-Young pushes Mi-Na out of her spotlight and steals it openly, not that Woo-Ram minded. If anything, he holds the camera ever-sturdier, a newfound excitement apparent this time around as he zooms into her face. His happiness is short-lived however, as Kyung-Joon turns off the speakers nonchalantly, forcing the girls to start over from the beginning, much to their irritation.

Despite what you decided on earlier, you can't help but throw glances over in Jun-Hee's direction. He's seated at the table reserved for school council members by the entryway, overlooking everyone as So-Mi talks his ear off, undeterred by his indifference.

"Stop staring. You're going to wear away his pretty face," Yoon-Seo jokes from your left.

"I wasn't staring," you reply back half-committally, knowing she's caught you in the act.

"You totally were," Jung-Won joins in, slowly leaning her head on your right shoulder. "Let me borrow your shoulder while I code."

"If she's allowed, I should be too," Yoon-Seo copies, mirroring Jung-Won from your left side.

"Careful, that one's Jun-Hee's. You'll have to wait your turn, Yoon-Seo."

"Oh my god," you groan, embarrassed, hiding your face into your hands as the two laugh beside you, kicking your feet from both sides with theirs. "You two are merciless."

"Are you going to deprive me of the best sleep I'll ever have?" Yoon-Seo snuggles closer, hugging you tightly to her.

"Yah! Lee Yoon-Seo!"

You had the intention of taking Jun-Hee off your mind by hanging out with your friends, only for you to see bits of his personality in Yoon-Seo, their long-time friendship having had them taking on one another's mannerisms.

"I'm using my best friend privileges." Jung-Won pats you on the knee. "Stay still."

As Yoon-Seo and Jung-Won squish into you from both sides, you can't help but giggle at the sheer absurdity of the reenactment and their dedication to coming up with jokes on the fly. You try to fight back the onslaught of laughter, but it's entirely pointless in their presence. Traitorously, your eyes crinkle in mirth, half-crescents resting atop your cheeks as your laugh tinkles in the shared space, making the other two giggle along, shaking with glee where they're pressed against you.

Jung-Won eventually caves and sits up properly when all the hooting you and Yoon-Seo are doing keeps rattling her laptop, messing up her coding. A permanent smile sits on her face though, watching you two bicker.

"Jung-Won, help, I need my inhaler. I can't breathe from laughing so much," Yoon-Seo gasps out, holding her stomach.

"I'm not getting it for you."

"I can't believe you would tease me at the expense of your asthma." You push Yeon-Seo away, sniggering as she goes back to clinging onto your arm and laying her head back on your shoulder.

Jung-Won turns to look at you and Yoon-Seo briefly, her eyes shifting to the side momentarily, a ghost of a smile settling on her lips before she resumes attention to her laptop. "Don't look but Jun-Hee is watching."

Right as she says that, you make to move your head, but Yoon-Seo expects it and holds your chin in place with her hand, pinching your cheeks playfully.

"I said don't look!" Jung-Won chuckles.

It throws Yoon-Seo into another fit of giggles as you try to speak through your puckered lips. She releases her hand quickly after, and you drop your head to lean on the crown of hers, giving up.

You elbow Jung-Won in her side. "Were you messing with me?"

"Why would I?" she says innocently, typing away.

You look at her pointedly. "Yeah, you totally wouldn't."

Jung-Won holds her hands up in a motion of surrender. "I'm not this time, really. Seeing So-Mi angry is my favorite past-time."

"So mean," Yoon-Seo sing-songs.

"And you had no part in this?" You poke Yoon-Seo in the cheek. "Who told you to have an annoyingly cute and kind best friend?"

"You mean you?"

"You know what I mean."

"It's true."

"Guess I'll have a crush on you instead."

Yoon-Seo chortles with laughter. "So, you do admit you like him!"

"I didn't say that!"

"I read between the lines."

“It was one line!”

"This really sucks," Jung-Won says off-handedly, scrolling through the app. "I can make something like this in a day."

"Huh?" Yoon-Seo inquires, lost.

"You really didn't scan the QR code earlier? It was installed automatically. Give me your phone. I'll do it for you."

"No, it's okay. I'll get by. It's a short trip."

"I wouldn't put it past Yoon Seo to carry around the paper map for two whole days," you jest.

"Careful, you can't even navigate well, Seol-Hwa."

Jung-Won snorts at Yoon-Seo's jab.

"You got me there. If you tell me to walk back the way we came from I'd probably end up walking in the opposite direction."

Yoon-Seo shakes her head in fond disbelief.

"I'm not getting any signals in here." Jung-Won holds her phone up high, arm stretching.

While you watch as Jung-Won moves her device around to figure out the cause of the lost signal and no connection to Wi-Fi, Yool rushes past, making a mad run for the storage room. Adjacent to the bleachers where you and your friends were sitting, he flings the door open with purpose and digs through the contents of the room. Various apparatus gets upended from their designated places, the speed and sheer amount of hiking gear, equipment for ball sports, as well as other items meant for the gymnasium flying out from the doorway is nothing short of the effects in a comedic cartoon. Knowing how much of a jokester Yool was, you pay it no mind and turn back to the task at hand.

You pull out your own phone to try and locate even one bar of cell phone service, only to be met with the message that the vicinity was an unserviceable area. "That's weird. We're not in a remote place or anything like that. What happens if the power goes out, then?"

Right as you say that, static from the speakers produces head-splitting screeches, causing everyone to recoil with palms over their ears in annoyance, the lights flashing once before cutting out.

With everyone fearing the worst, a few remain unmoving while screams of the rest bounce off the walls, echoing in the spacious room. You and Yoon-Seo however, have no reaction, more curious than anything else.

"Why did you turn the lights off?" Someone you can't put a name to probes in the dark. "Turn them back on!"

Following in haste after one another, the students make good use of their phone flashlights, aiming it at the court's center, revealing a figure cloaked in white standing as clear as day amidst the obscurity of the room.

While the majority cower in fear, clutching onto their friends, Hyun-Ho imperturbably throws a basketball at the unknown prowler, knocking them over in one go.

"Ouch!"

The white sheet is flung off theatrically, and out crawls a disheveled but cackling Yool.

"Aish, seriously," Hyun-Ho admonishes. "Quit goofing around."

Kicking the blanket to the side away from his feet, Yool raises his hands up in the air dramatically, acting to the end. Not a single person has managed to find the overhead lights in the meantime, the only ones illuminating the outline of his thin frame were the stage bulbs operating on a different circuit.

"While I have your attention, you guys have to listen up," he begins conspiratorially. "I heard a harrowing tale that's been passed down to everyone who steps foot into this building." Yool looks from one classmate to the next, more serious than he's ever been. "They say a female high school student took her own life here." He continues on as gasps and murmurs spring up around you. "There are things you absolutely can't do." He waggles his pointer finger dramatically for emphasis. "Don't look back after glancing in the mirror past midnight, and ignore it even if someone were to grab your ankle while you are asleep. If you don't follow these rules..." Yool pauses for staged effect before walking in broken steps like he’s possessed, arms and legs bent in odd angles, rushing straight toward the dancers still seated on the floor.

"...YOU'LL SEE A GHOST!"

Shrieks pierce the room as someone manages to flip the lights on again with perfect timing, ending Yool's one-man show.

Jung-Won clucks her tongue while you and Yoon-Seo look at one another. You were expecting her to be as nonchalant as you were, all her readings considered, but she's staring straight ahead, spooked.

"Earth to Yoon-Seo?" You touch her hand and she flinches, causing you to jump as well from her unexpected reaction.

"Huh?" She whips her head toward you, still zoned out. "Sorry." A forced smile settles on her face, an infrequent sight to her usual bright demeanor. "Don't worry, it just felt like deja vu for a minute."

"You said something similar earlier. Are you sure you're doing okay?" Your voiced is laced with worry.

"See, this is why I told you two to tone it down with the heebie-jeebies. You're only scaring yourselves." Jung-Won pats your head and then Yoon-Seo's in turn. "We should go to our rooms anyway. They all have too much energy they can't wait to waste away," Jung-Won states, gesturing to everyone milling about.

"Let's go?" You pull Yoon-Seo up, and she nods in return, reassuring you that she was finally present and not off and away in her thoughts.

As the three of you leave, your ears perk up at the last thing you hear Yool say.

"Did you guys really believe it?" His sentence is cut by a boisterous laugh, pleased to no end at the affirmative from his friends. "Eyy, come on now, it was just an innocent and fake joke. None of us are going to die. Not tonight and not for a long time to come."

SYNOPSIS | 02 : THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT

120 notes · View notes

royaltyoon · 2 years

Note

Hellooo since you did Johan and Vasco love language headcanons can I request Eli and Jake? They need more recognition 😩

Hello! Thanks for the request<33

HEADCANONS

Love language headcanons

[A/N]

It's 3:45 and I need to go to college tomorrow but whatever, lookism men>>

Eli:

Eli would love to leave marks on you

Anything that would automatically consider you taken, anything that indicated you were his.

It could range from a hickey or a few love bites on your ear or the bruises on your wrist from last night's foreplay

Having animal instincts, he also loved claiming his territory.

He would always look at those bruises on your neck with pride. Knowing that he created those on you and that he was the only one who could, it just boosted the pride all the more.

He would frown anytime you covered up those marks; this man didn't care about professionalism, he would prefer you walk the streets with those mark visible to everyone's eyes

And if you ever argued about not leaving marks on days you had an important day at work, he would leave his love traces in places only you knew

He liked to show the world that you were his but few days he'd just suck on your inner thigh or lower chest claiming that he was the only one to ever see those marks

He considered you prettiest when your body was tainted with bluish hickeys and bite marks

Another one of his love traits was that he would always be on your side

No matter if you were right or wrong, this man would defend you till death and beyond

"what do you mean my partner hit your car? Why was your car parked over there in the first place?" He said it as if you didn't just run into a car which was parked perfectly in spot

Jake:

Jake is just a comforting soul

Though, I don't think he had a specific way to show love. He just did everything randomly whenever he deemed fit

He knew you on the back of his hand

He knew which mood needed which coping mechanism.

He was always ready to give you cuddles, smother you with love, give you a whole tub of ice cream or hand you a bottle of liquor

He just knew when you wanted things in your specific mood

Jake is more of husband material than boyfriend material

He still definitely had his romantic moments too

He brought you breakfast in bed randomly just to show his love, he would tie your shoelaces for you and he would even note down your favourite songs so he could play them at long drives.

He was also the therapist in the relationship

He would listen to you rant about things bothering you for long hours

He actually would be intrested in what you have to say rather than get bored

With all the stress about big deal, he found your rant sessions a break for him too. A break from that life and a refreshing time filled with normal teenage drama

He would even be engrossed in the stories and drop exclamations and remarks along the way

"Bethany did what??!?" "Oh no, she didn't"" dayummmm" " for real?!" "GASP "

Jake would always match your energy, hyping you up in the most dramatic ways

Even with how extra he could be at times, he would be your rock if you ever needed him. He would never let you down

#eli most definitely doesnt have a driving licence #lookism #lookism webtoon #lookism fanfiction #lookism x reader #lookism eli #eli x reader #eli jang #eli jang x reader #janghyun #jang hyun #kim gimyeong #kim gimyung #jake kim #jake x reader #lookism jake #lookism fluff #lookism headcanons

424 notes · View notes

k-dokja · 2 years

Note

Not a request but I'm curious about your thought what's yoojin and goo taste in partner? since they def doesnt have a same taste.

I'm going to add characters who are likely to be in a love triangle with them too since why not. This is mostly my personal opinion from observing the characters and their behaviours.

I do think they like a few common traits in partners, but this is the same for many others. They are both attracted to loyalty, perceptive, competence, intelligence, moral flexibility, and patience.

But the difference in taste is jarring enough that it's hard to work with even with a middle ground. The type which attracts Yoojin would bore Joongoo, and the type which attracts Joongoo would irritate Yoojin.

Yoojin appreciates a constant and stable partner who works as his safe harbour. He probably has a slightly (perverse) preference for someone more obedient and deferential. However, not to the point where they're mindless and unable to function without him.

Should be determined and hardworking but whatever ambition they have won't hamper his plans. I do think a nurturing side would attract him? And definitely someone mature and more empathetic than him, too. He wants a partner, not a child to babysit.

Similar taste: Eli (both enjoys the maternal-type of partner), DG/James Lee (both likes mild-mannered, hardworking, organized people).

Meanwhile, Joongoo very much enjoys the company of someone more... entertaining. Probably on the chaotic and spontaneous side. No need to be on his level of crazy but that'd be nice, someone open-minded enough to have fun with him when needed and crafty enough to be his equal when it comes to working.

He's pretty on the go, which means you need the energy to keep up with him. Someone who doesn't take everything too seriously and enjoy life as it comes. Extroversion probably works well with him and likely someone who's willing to get their hands dirty, too.

Similar taste: Samuel (both enjoys flexibility, willing to get hands dirty, and crafty personality), Vin (again, open-minded, accepting, knowing how to handle his clown behaviour).

#kim joongoo #kim joongoo x reader #lookism #lookism x reader #headcanons #...me wondering if yoojin's name is actually Yoo (family) Jin (given)#like Jang (family) Hyun (given)#love triangle #eugene yoo #eugene yoo x reader

182 notes · View notes

emojellyace08 · 9 months

Text

Lookism Men x Artist! Reader 🖤🥀🎨Part 2

Warnings: None Genre: fluff ☁️ Reader is gender neutral (and in an established relationship with the character of choice :)

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿

Hudson Ahn (Ahn Hyung-Seong)

He doesn't really mind about your hobby as long if it's nothing too weird or bothersome. What matters is that you're having fun and you're comfortable with it.

Hudson will also be curious on how you managed to draw things. I think he'll kind of get close to you when he sees you drawing body anatomy and sketches of fighting poses. He really thinks it's cool. He also thinks it's very creative when you draw Shonen manga like Naruto, Bleach, One Piece, etc. (I headcannon that Hudson watches anime secretly since he thinks that the fighting scenes are so cool). But no matter what art style you're using, Hudson thinks that you're really talented especially when you're passionate about it.

He also doesn't mind it if you asked him for a picture so you can use him as a reference photo. Sure, he has other things to do like training with Taesoo but he guessed that a little break is not really a bad idea. He'll be looking forward for the results while he's away training and not seeing you for who knows how long. Taesoo will ask what he did on his breaks and he'll simply reply "I just spend time with Y/N. She/he just asked me to be her/his model for her/his sketch before I go. It's fine I guess".

And after a really long time of not meeting each other because of his missions and personal problems, he'll visit you again after beating some fucker's ass. He'll ask about your progress and if you're already finished it will make him surprised (though it's not obvious). He knows that it takes a lot of time and patience to make a good artwork just like training for combat, but he guessed that you're just so responsible at managing your time or you're just really good at it. After you gave him the sketch for him to take a good look at it, he'll be surprised on how you did a good job and he'll compliment it "It looks pretty". "Tha-Thank you. I wonder if you would want me to take pictures of you, if you don't mind". "Sure I've got nothing to do anyways". And if he's not satisfied, he'll give constructive criticism on it (though he won't ask for you to draw a new portrait of him since he doesn't like it when you get burned out). He'll also ask you to keep it since he can't promise that he can preserve it's beauty because of his work.

Hudson is your number one fan even though it's not really obvious at times. You're his precious cinnamon roll that he'll protect whoever tries to mess with you :).

Eli Jang (Jang Hyun)

Also your number one biggest fan (he still prioritizes a nice and helpful partner, but also having a talented someone can make his heart explode).

He also finds your own artsyle amazing whether you draw anime/cartoonish, realism/semi-realism, landscape, abstract or gory/horror (though don't show your gory art to Yenna she may cry her eyes out lmao). I headcannon that Eli himself likes drawing. When he's younger and when he was struggling with his personal issues, he would either hum songs that his mother used to sing to him or he would draw a picture of what a happy family looks like since he never got to experienced to be raised in a loving and accepting place, though he never finds it as his future career. But drawing makes him calm and express his negative emotions on a simple paper, so having a partner who also shares the same hobby as him makes you and Eli's bond a bit stronger. He also really admires how you took a simple activity into the next level like drawing everyday things or events in your style and interpretation.

He also doesn't mind it when you asked him for a picture for you to use it as a reference photo. Though expect for him to snap a photo with him holding his baby with that sweetest smile ever (he'll only do it though when you're super close with him). And after giving him your work he'll put it on a frame that hangs up on their home along with other pictures of the Hostel Members and yourself since he just found you very special, especially when you give him something that you made by yourself (he's very sentimental). "You're hanging it up on the wall?" you asked as he smiles while looking at your artwork of him holding Yenna. "Of course. Your works are beautiful and it means so much to me. My family is the most important thing in my life. You, Yenna and the others are like precious gems that needs to be protected and be taken care of. So I'll do my best to protect you even if it means in hurting others so all of you will be safe" "Damn, you actually sound like my parent/s". you replied back as his eyes widened at your reaction as Eli chuckled at your response. "I'm Hostel's Big Daddy after all". "And that's why I love you".

Eli also appreciates it when you babysit Yenna and teaching her how to color! Since Eli's really busy and tired balancing his high school life and fighting the other crews who tries to mess with his family, sometimes he can get a bit lazy of taking care of the little girl (But I don't think that he's a careless father he still spends his extra time with Yenna). But taking turns with him of taking care of the girl can be a relief of him, (though he doesn't assign you for watching out his child since he understands that you need to study too and have your personal space but he'll trust you more if you take care of her). He might even join drawing with the both of you! It can be a special bond and activity that you, Eli and Yenna will do every time you're both free and in the mood to take a break (the others will join too but it can be a mess yet still very fun!). "Yenna you drew a snowman! It looks so cute!" "BA BA Y/N!".

Eli really value you as a really good and supportive partner, so supporting you on your hobby is no big deal either.

Warren Chae (Chae Won Seok)

Fanboy #3. Seriously, he thinks that your talent/hobby is so cool!

Warren finds it fascinating how you draw. He also likes the concentrated face that you make when you're too serious of sketching your reference and not getting it right. "Y/N (why do you look so annoyed?)" he will ask curiously and peek through your sketchbook as you hide it pressing the paper on your chest. "It's nothing" "I noticed that the nose looks weird (like a penis)". "WARREN!"

Just like Zack, he'll feel so special when you asked him for a picture as a reference photo. He'll be so awkward about it lmao (he secretly wants you to draw him anyways soooo....). He'll be posing like an idiot while you scold him for doing a bad job as your personal model. "C'mon Warren act natural." "Like this?" then he'll put his hand on the back of his head with a pouty look making you sigh (though he doesn't like you getting pissed off by him so he'll try his best to be obedient but he just can't take things seriously sometimes lol).

And he'll be so hyped and excited to see your progress! He'll ask about your work if its finished almost every time, "Y/N (How's) the sketch? Is it done?" "No Warren, I haven't finished it yet I just need to add some details." "Okie (I'll wait for it!)" And if you are done and you gave it to him, his eyes will be that emoji ✨🥺✨because he's so amazed that you did a very good job with it! "WOAH Y/N YOU REALLY SLAYED THIS!" "Ye-Yeah thanks".

He will also flex you on Sally, Eli, Derek, Max, Heather heck even Olly. "Y/N so good at drawing (she/he's my everything)". "Yeah, that's why you're such a simp for her/him." "HEY! (BE QUIET!)".

If Warren is one of the approved simps, he'll be also your fan. Just seeing you happy and progressing your talents/skills and also as a good person really warms his heart >3 (keep up the good work!).

Johan Seong (Seong Yohan)

Okay he looks so angsty in this picture though (I just wanna see him happy for once).

If you're childhood friends with him, he'll be in shock and awe on how you managed to draw cute things. "WoW Y/N how are you so good at these stuff?" "Ha... Well, you just need some practice and patience in anything that you do you know. I'm not really good at first but I managed to pass the beginner level I guess". He will also look up to you as a role model especially if he's crushing on you. "I wanna be cool like Y/N too so I'll practice boxing just like Zack is doing right now!" . But if you met him after the God Dog arc he'll be more quiet and reserved. I can imagine the scenario, you and Johan with his dogs will be on the same park while he stares at you sketching something. He will be blushing and he will look away when you noticed him watching you doing your own thing (he doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable). "Sorry are you alright sir?" "Ye-Yeah I'll go no-" "No it's alright really! There's no other seats in here and I noticed you watching me draw but it's okay." "You sure?" "Yeah. Your name?" and the rest is history.

Johan also doesn't mind it if you asked for a photo of him as a reference. Though I headcannon that he'll be mildly uncomfortable about it since he secretly feels insecure about himself. "You want a photo of me?" "Yes!" "What for?" he will ask bluntly but deep down he'll be screaming inside while his cheeks are rosy pink. His crush asking his photo? His day couldn't get any better. "Well I was out of ideas for my drawings and I thought that you'll be a perfect reference" you asked as he looks at you overthinking. What if you're secretly part of the Workers and you've been a spy all along so that you can share his information to Yoojin and destroy him. "Just promise me one thing." "Sure!" he leans closer to you making close contact making you blush. "You won't leak my photo everywhere, got it?" "Su-Sure. I promise".

He secretly likes it more when you draw him pictures of animals like dogs, especially Eden! (He's just like Vasco fr). "You drew this?" Johan asked checking out your work as you smiled back at him. "Yep! I think your dog is cute so I decided to draw her!" you replied cheerfully as he gave you a sly smirk, you look so cute when you give a happy expression to him it makes his day better. "Keep up the good work" Johan said while ruffling your hair.

Having a someone who is kind, warm hearted and also talented is a win for Johan. He can't help but to adore you!

#lookism x reader #lookism x y/n #lookism x you #lookism manhwa #lookism #lookism fic #johan seong x reader #eli jang x reader #warren chae x reader #hudson ahn x reader

85 notes · View notes