UNSPOKEN (말하지 않은) Chapter List

Trauma Code: A Hero in Love

genre: workplace romance, comedy, mutual pinning, slow-burn, banter, suggestive

3.2: White Coats & Warm Blankets

Dr. Baek Kanghyuk was used to exhaustion. Long shifts, grueling surgeries, running on nothing but caffeine and willpower—it was all part of the job.

But that didn’t mean he liked seeing it on someone else.

When he entered the doctors’ lounge, planning to review some files, he stopped in his tracks.

Tucked in the farthest corner of the room, curled up in one of the chairs, was Dr. Song Hye Joo. Asleep.

Her white coat was draped over her like a makeshift blanket, her head tilted slightly to the side, lips parted just a little. She must’ve crashed the moment she sat down.

Kanghyuk frowned slightly. The last time he saw her, she had just finished assisting in a grueling surgery that lasted nearly ten hours. And knowing her, she probably hadn’t taken a real break since.

He sighed, stepping closer.

She looked… small like this. Vulnerable. Completely different from her usual composed self.

He remembered how she used to be in med school—stubborn as ever, always pushing herself past her limits. She’d skip meals, stay up all night studying, and brush off any concern like it was nothing. And somehow, he’d always end up playing the role of her unofficial personal doctor—annoyingly persistent, always reminding her to eat on time or refusing to tutor her when he sees her tired sleepy eyes.

Watching her now, he couldn’t help but think, She hasn’t changed one bit.

And then another thought crept in—quieter, heavier. So who’s been looking after her all these years?

Kanghyuk hesitated for a moment, then carefully picked up a proper blanket from the supply cabinet. Without a word, he draped it over her, making sure it covered her properly.

She stirred slightly, her brows furrowing, but she didn’t wake up. Instead, she shifted, settling deeper into the chair.

Kanghyuk stared for a moment longer, then shook his head at himself. This isn’t a big deal. It’s basic consideration. Anyone would do the same.

Still, as he turned to leave, he found himself moving a little more quietly than usual.

What he didn’t notice, however, was the small, drowsy smile that appeared on Hye Joo’s lips.

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Trauma Code: A Hero in Love - Chapter List

Will be busy this weekend! Might drop the first chapter on Monday :)

UNSPOKEN - Synopsis

This is a story between Woo Chaewoon (Ju Jihoon) from Blood Free and Hong Haein (Kim Jiwon) from Queen of Tears

The undercover bodyguard and the chaebol heiress.

Woo Chaewoon was sent with one mission—get close to Chairman Hong, gain his trust, and uncover the secrets buried beneath Queens Group. But everything went off-script when the chairman, without warning, reassigned him as Hong Haein’s personal bodyguard.

Haein wasn’t just cold—she was ice itself. Sharp words, dismissive glances, and an iron-clad wall that no one dared to cross. “I don’t need a watchdog,” she told him on the first day, barely sparing him a glance. “Just stay out of my sight.” Her voice was clipped, her tone indifferent.

Chaewoon didn’t flinch. He met her gaze with the same level of calm he always carried. “Understood.” He said simply.

But he didn’t. He was always there—silently opening car doors, intercepting aggressive reporters, shielding her from prying eyes. She hated it at first. The way he was always watching, always within reach. But then came the moments she couldn’t ignore. The way he handed her warm tea on late, exhausting nights. How he stood in the pouring rain, waiting for her car to arrive, not moving an inch despite being drenched. The steady, unshaken presence that never demanded anything from her—just stayed.

She started to notice things. The way his eyes softened when she was exhausted. How his voice, always neutral, carried a quiet sincerity whenever he spoke to her. The way his hands, calloused yet careful, always seemed to steady her before she event realized she was faltering.

Chaewoon noticed things too. The way she laughed—real laughter—when she thought no one was watching. The tired loneliness in her eyes when the world wasn’t looking. The way her coldness wasn’t indifference, but armor.

He shouldn’t care. He was a spy, an outsider. But every time he called her name, every time she let her guard down just a little, he knew—his mission was no longer as simple as it once was. It was in the way his pulse slowed when he knew she was safe. The way he memorized his habits without meaning to—the slight furrow of her brows when she was deep in thought, the way she stirred her tea exactly three time before drinking it, and the way he started noticing the way her gaze softens when their eyes meet.

And when Haein, without thinking, grabbed his wrist one night, stopping him from leaving—her grip hesitant but firm—he realized she was beginning to see him too.

And that? That was more dangerous than any mission he had ever taken.

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Might actually make this into a full-length fanfiction with 10 chapters at most. I already have drafts but I still need to polish them. But idk we'll see :')

Ruin Me, Ruin You

Baek Kang-hyuk X Song Hae-rin (OC/fem!reader)

Genre: smut, little to no plot (plot what plot? never heard of her lol)

Word Count: 2,015 words

Summary: A bet between Dr. Baek Kang-hyuk and Dr Song Hae-rin escalates into something much more than just office banter. WARNINGS/CONTAINS: 18+ NSFW CONTENT (MDNI), dom!kang-hyuk, sub!reader, edging, orgasm denial, little overstimulation, cream pie(let's assume she has an IUD and pack it up), unprotected vaginal penetration (wrap it before you tap it, folks).

A/N: I am nothing if not a slut for men double my age :D. also, the serious lack of content about this man on this site, sfw and nsfw alike, is hurting my soul on a cosmic level. so here I come to the rescue <3 (apologies for any errors, English isn't my first language.)

P.S.: I know in about two months (or less) I will come back to this and have an astronomical cringeout over the fact that my first EVER fic is literal PORN, but we are not on that bridge just yet. we'll cross it when we get there :"D

stupid fucking bet.

The words swirled around Hae-rin's clouded head as Kang-hyuk drove into her abused cunt at a slow and antagonizing pace.

bastard. scheming son of a bitch.

how did she end up here?

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The dumb bet was about "the first to lose their temper in the next 48 hours.", classic office shenanigans. Less than 24 hours in, her coffee machine in her office was gone, later found in her wall cabinet. She didn't react. Not even when her meticulously organized case reports and case studies happened to grow a pair of legs and get mixed up, 'all by themselves'.

But she wasn't above those petty antics either. She swapped his black coffee with Nurse Seo-hwa's Nurse Seo-hwa's syrupy sweet latte— watching from afar as his face fell on the very first chug. Her kimchi-jjigae 'accidentally' got dumped on his pristine white shirt, right before a conference.

The rest of the team? Unfazed. They’d witnessed their ridiculous antics far too many times to be surprised by any of it.

But then came the email.

Kang-hyuk had authority that she didn't— and he wasn’t above using it to win this ridiculous bet. The email informed the team about the delegation of a complex orthopedic case to Choi Min-jun, instead of her. She stormed into his office with a furry of a hundred suns to rip him a new one.

And rip him a new one, she did. Only to discover the truth—the email had been sent to her alone. Nobody else.

Thirty-four hours. That’s all it took. Bet thoroughly lost.

After he reassured her that the email had only been sent to her and not the whole team, she huffed and asked, "What do you want?"

But to her great dismay, the smug bastard didn’t want anything… yet. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, that infuriating smirk firmly in place, and said, "Patience is a virtue. I’ll cash in when the time is right."

That was two weeks ago.

Now, at 2 a.m., Hae-rin found herself standing in front of his apartment door, knocking.

He had just returned from an international case, as a favor for the health minister, and his official joining was still three days away. But she needed to read that case study he had mentioned, or else her brain would absolutely kill her with all the overthinking.

Good thing they were next-door neighbors.

The next thing she knew, they were fighting—arguing over the case, over medical theories, over every damned thing they always fought about. Words sharpened into knives, logic be dammed, and somewhere in between, they lost track of whether they were debating or challenging each other in ways that had nothing to do with medicine.

Then something snapped. In seconds they were on each other—lips clashing, hands grabbing; later a tangled mess of limbs on his king-sized bed. Chest flush against the other, sweat covering their bodies.

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Hae-rin‘s body shook under the pressure of Kang-hyuk’s larger frame, fingers and nails digging into his back and shoulders, her hair sticking to her face with a mix of sweat and tears. She was sure she looked a total mess. God, if someone saw her like this, that too under him, of all men on planet Earth—career down the fuckin’ drain.

It all felt too hot, too tight—too much. Her thighs trembled under the sluggish assault of his hips, every movement winding the tension in her stomach tighter and tighter, like a coil ready to snap. The lines between pain and pleasure blurred so completely that nothing made sense anymore.

His thrusts became harder, pushing her to the edge of insanity, every movement measured and deliberate. “You lost the bet, and you know I’m a man of my word,” he muttered against her ear, his voice low and thick with satisfaction. “This—” he punctuated his words with a slow, deep thrust, “—is my prize.”

“You are absolutely insufferable,” she choked out between uneven breaths.

“I swear to God, Baek, you have to be the most maddening, egotistical—” Her words fractured into a sharp gasp as he thrust particularly deep and then stilled, silencing whatever insult she was about to hurl his way.

“Want me to stop, then?” he murmured, halting completely. This instantly elicited a flurry of curses from her beautiful mouth.

“Look at that face,” he taunted after a sudden, sharp thrust, amusement laced in his voice. “Where’d all that attitude go?”

Her eyes rolled back, a choked gasp escaping her lips as her nails raked harder against his skin. Kang-hyuk hissed in her ear at the sharp sting, but his movements didn’t soften.

Her body was betraying her in the worst way possible, and she hated it. Hated that she could barely keep her eyes open, hated the way she couldn’t stop shaking, the way her legs had long since lost their strength.

She whined under him, begging for release. But Baek Kang-hyuk was never an easy man. He was cruel, with a big dick and an even bigger ego. His favorite pastime was toying with people and watching them crumble.

And her? She was his favorite plaything.

He had always thought about how he’d make her pay for all the times they fought tooth and nail, and what greater opportunity than this?

Her. Vulnerable and bare beneath him, body snug against his.

The bet was just a front. He wanted to torment her just as much as she had.

But control was a losing battle in this game for two. It slipped away like sand between his fingers.

Feeling her soft, all-too-warm body press against his own turned his mind into hot mush, every twitch and tug setting his nerves on fire. His eyes drank in every expression of her reddened face, and his ears memorized every broken gasp and moan from her lips.

But the real torment was his own—his cock, painfully swollen, trapped in the vice of her throbbing heat. Fucking hell. Every time he pushed in, he wanted to stay buried inside that tight, scorching heat. Her body clung to him like she needed him, like she was made just for him.

“Baek please—“ she attempted to lift her hips for more, but his sturdy hands on her hips pinned her down. 

“Please what?” he mushed, as his mouth sucked on the soft skin under her ear. “Use your words, Song.”

An almost unfamiliar whine escaped her lips, tears already forming from the denied pleasure.

He pressed his forehead to hers, breathing in her moans. Her lips looked swollen from the way she bit onto them to suppress the humiliating sounds leaving them.

He hadn’t kissed her once since he entered her.

And that pissed her off beyond belief.

“Fuck you…” she groaned. Mapping out his back with her nails.  

“You’re doing just that.” A lazy smirk spread across his face as he thrust into her—slow and hard—forcing a strangled cry from her throat. She arched more into his chest, her frustration palpable. His grip on her sides only grew stronger.

By now, her body should have been accustomed to his slow torture. But like most things unattained in this world by Song Hae-rin, her body didn’t cooperate with her logical brain.

Every time he thrust into her a little harder than before, her breath hitched, her brain went static, and her fingers scrambled against his skin.

Fuck him and his stupid stamina.

How long had it been going on? Too long.

His hips moved in methodical ways—calculated and cruel. He started slow, building her until she was hanging over the edge, only to drag her back down. It was painful, so agonizing. Unfortunately for her, he knew the tells of her body within the first few minutes of this endeavor.

Whenever she tugged at him—desperate to pull him closer, to bite into his neck, shoulder, arm—he knew she was near.

And that’s when he slowed down noticeably. It drove her absolutely mad. It drove her to tears.

She bit his shoulder hard, dragging her nails across his back in revenge—sure to leave marks. She called him every nasty name under the sun in her delirium, voice hoarse from overuse.

Hae-rin’s whines and moans were like narcotics shot straight into Kang-hyuk’s bloodstream. Her desperate pleas tightened every muscle of his body so painfully that his restraint ran low.

“Kang-hyuk, let me…please...” her words trailed off into thin air as her gasps and moans rang around the room. He froze.

Fuck.

Hae-rin never used his given name. Not outside the hospital. Not in the OR. Not in emergencies. Not even when they were in Iran a year ago, treating patients in a war zone. Not even when they shared their first kiss that started this whole mess a week ago.

Never.

The sound of his name on her lips, wrecked and breathless, hit him harder than a bullet ever could.

He groaned, deep and primal, as his grip on her tightened, his nails digging into her skin, surely leaving marks. His restraint snapped like a frayed wire.

His hand snaked around her throat, tilting her face up to meet his gaze, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.

“Say it again,” he rasped, voice low and dark.

Her brain was on autopilot with only one goal. She needed to come, or else she’d lose her mind.

“Kang-hyuk…please, let me come.” any sense of shame and pride that was hanging on had left her system completely by that very moment.   

Baek Kang-hyuk had spent his entire life mastering control.

On the battlefield? Control meant survival.

In the operating room? Control meant lives saved.

But here?

With her?

Control was just a goddamn game, and he had lost.

A guttural growl tore from his throat as he slammed into her, hard and mercilessly. Finally giving in to everything he’d been holding back. Her cry was a plea, and he answered it with every ounce of pent-up frustration and want he had for her.

His pace was relentless. His body caged her in, his hips snapping against hers with a force that made the bed shake. He buried himself inside her over and over, as if he could carve his name into her very bones.

“That’s it, baby,” he coaxed, his voice dark and breathless, his forehead pressing against hers as he took in every shudder, every gasp, every twitch of her body. “Give it to me.”

And she did.

Hae-rin shattered, her body seizing beneath him as waves of pleasure wracked through her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and buried her hands into his hair to ground herself even a bit. Her lips chanted his name over and over without ever making any sense of what she was saying.

But he wasn’t done with her.

Her walls clenched around him, a tight vice that had him seeing white. Instead of slowing, his pace barely faltered. He chased his own high, dragging her through the aftermath. Her body jerked and arched into his with overstimulation as he continued his merciless rhythm.

“Kang-hyuk—too much...” she sobbed, but her body betrayed her, still quivering and responding to every movement.

“Just a little more, baby,” he husked, his command over himself slipping entirely. His fingers tangled in her hair as he let himself drown in her. “You’re being so good for me.” 

His release hit him hard, groans ripping from his throat as he buried himself deep, his body trembling against hers.

For a long moment, there was nothing but their tattered breathing, stars and white swimming behind their closed eyelids. His forehead pressed against hers as he tried to steady himself, trying to piece back the fragments of his shattered control.

“I hate you...” she mumbled against his lips as they plastered against hers.

He let out a breathless chuckle. “Hmm, sure didn’t sound like it.”

Her half-lidded eyes came to full close, cheeks flushed, and her body still twitching with overstimulation. “Go to hell, Baek.”

He grinned, pressing a lingering kiss before murmuring against her lips, “Already there, sweetheart.”

Fuck him and his stupid bet. 

choi san: an actor on stage

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d r o p

an actor on stage🔥

rip cutedolls

smiling like a fool under my blanket right now :’D

I don’t think you understand how happy I am to find a sfw ateez blog oml

Can I request a San e2l? where reader has a grudge against him because he’s an overachiever like the reader, yet he doesn’t actually have anything against them. Reader thinks his life is so perfect and their own is just empty that they don’t realise they’ve started to become envious of San, and it goes on from there.

(This is very much self indulgent because I can’t live without knowing I’m the best in all the people I know and it’s killing me)

If you could do it that would be great, dw if you can’t tho<3

𝙤𝙣𝙚-𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙮 — 𝑠𝑎𝑛

genre: enemies-to-lovers au, angst, fluff at the end, gn!reader

word count: 2.3k

summary: Pride, reputation, and a one-sided rivalry; all these are because of your fear of losing the top spot in the class. Even when you finally got what you wanted, why did you still feel unsatisfied?

a/n: I kind of relate to this and I tried to express my thoughts based from personal experiences. I also learned to accept the fact that we can have our lowest times, so let's stay humble and I hope you enjoy it!

𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

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You didn't hate him, you didn't like him either. He's more like a rival than a friend. You had your pride and reputation as the class's top student, that's all you ever cared for. You were contented with yourself, not until someone challenged your position and managed to drop your rank to top 2.

Choi San, you hated that name.

Both of you get high grades all the time, one gets higher than the other and vice versa, a push and pull type of game. It wasn't just your grades that were put to the test, your reputation as well. San's confidence during oral recitations and discussions was undeniably admirable, and that's the problem. It pissed you off because your social anxiety was hindering you from defending your reputation, but you couldn't deny that he was more or less smarter than you, just a tiny bit.

You didn't like San, but San liked you.

He admired your intelligence, your leadership skills, your hard work, and he acknowledged your efforts every time. How could he not when you two were in the same group for the whole semester? Being known as the two smartest students in the group was alright with San, but it pressured you a lot.

Your classmates usually depended on you two but when they ask him for help instead of you, it hurts your pride. This fueled your motivation to try your best in contributing most of the work during group projects to prove your classmates wrong. Even during quizzes and exams, you'd secretly compare your scores with San's as if it was normal. Of course, you had your share of low times.

It was very selfish of you to think that way, you were aware of that. You knew he was trying his best as well and he even helps you with some lessons you're struggling with. You had no idea when or how this rivalry started, but you were obstinate.

Why do you not like him? For being smart? For challenging your position as the top student? Who were you to hate him for that? These were the questions that run through your head whenever you see him in class, but that wasn't the case for San, he was just there to learn and graduate.

At this point, you're just envious of him for the most unnecessary things. Seeing him hanging out with his friends, having a good relationship with his parents, his life was almost perfect and that made you bitter.

In contrast to his, your life felt empty. Talking to your parents casually was a once-a-day thing because you always lock yourself inside your room and you don't even have that many friends compared to San's, much more talk to them every day.

You were envious, there's no better word to describe how you felt about the guy. Your pride, your ego; you wanted to be the 'best' and you wanted to be in the limelight of the class in regards to academics. But no, someone had to be on your level to humble you down. You, a selfish overachiever, holding a grudge against the boy with an angelic smile, attractive dimples, and cute eye smile.

You thought surviving this semester by avoiding him, while silently boring deep glares towards his direction were going to be a piece-of-cake. That was until you realized that the heavens weren't on your side, it was like a punishment for you.

Out of all people, all the possibilities that could happen, you just had to be paired up with the one and only, Choi San, for your General Maths subject. Honestly speaking, you didn't need a partner and neither does he. You could do it on your own, but your teacher insisted on working in pairs to develop social relationships and to help each other.

If it wasn't for those reasons, you wouldn't be sitting here in the library after your last class ended. ‘Home’ was the only thing on your mind, going home and avoiding his presence that makes your blood boil. If only he didn't insist on finishing the assignment the right way, together, you would've been taking a nap on your bed right now.

You were answering the assignment silently, yet you couldn't focus well with him beside you. You weren't in your right mind and San caught on to that, as he looked over your paper and easily found small mistakes on your solutions.

"It's not supposed to be distributed, just remove the parentheses."

His voice made you groan in annoyance, knowing that he was right and he corrected your mistakes. Okay, Mr. Know-it-all. You rolled your eyes away from him and redid your solutions correctly.

San was aware of your grudge towards him, it's not his fault you were quite obvious with it. He found you cute, though. When your mad or when you glare at him, that doesn't get to him, he's too distracted by your kissable and welcoming cheeks when you pout.

"Are you done? Let's compare answers." San spoke over the silence of the room.

There it was again, the usual glare you give to him. "Give me time, this isn't a race."

"I didn't say...but, take your time."

See, despite your harsh treatment towards him, he couldn't bring himself to fight you back. He had no reason to, so why try to engage in something he's not going to enjoy anyway? After about 3 minutes, you passed him your paper and he did the same to his own. The way San scanned over your paper made you nervous as if he was the teacher checking your mistakes and right answers. His paper, on the other hand, was clean and readable. Confidence in getting every question right the first time written on it.

"Hmm, you lack a negative sign here...and here...and here as well." He pointed each mistake with the tip of his pen and you swore, you wanted to curse at him.

"Okay, Choi San. You're the smart one, you know best. Sorry for being dumb." You retorted with bitterness in your voice.

"What are you talking about? I was just trying to help."

"Well, I don't need your help."

"Well, good luck with your grades then. You got all the answers correct with only a few mistakes, but okay."

Not wanting to fight anymore, you corrected your mistakes as fast as you could. He smirked at you as you closed the cap of your pen and sighed deeply, "There we go, y/n. It wasn't so difficult now, was it?"

"Get a life." If I could just remove that smirk off your face, I would.

How could San even get a life when the missing piece of his life hates his guts? His day wouldn't be complete without you glaring at him at least once, though he still hoped that one day, you would change your false opinions about him. He wouldn't purposely fail his academics for your benefit, but he's going to find a way to win your heart and stop your childish jealousy towards him once and for all.

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You didn't talk to him for a whole week, you spent most of your time preparing for the upcoming finals exams that would start tomorrow until Friday. You had no time to waste, this was your last chance to prove everyone wrong. The desperation to keep the top spot of the class for yourself motivated you a lot. So when finals finally started, you made sure to put your all in every exam and hoping for the best.

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Congratulations! You did it, you actually did it!

You kept the top 1 spot, it was yours and you were beyond happy with the positive news. It boosted your pride, but that's besides the point. Once you pulled away from your friend's embrace, you accidentally caught sight of San standing alone from afar. He had a sad yet satisfied smile on his face, while he looked over the bulletin board again where the ranks were displayed.

You felt bad, that was true because yes, you worked extra hard for this and as much as you hate to admit it, he assisted you when you didn't understand some concepts of a certain topic and those concepts were essential parts of the exam. You never, not even once, thanked him for his help and that's enough reason for you to feel guilty. Now that you got what you wanted, why do you still feel unsatisfied?

San caught you gazing in his direction, so you immediately looked away in embarrassment. He only chuckled at your reaction, knowing too well what's going on inside your head at the moment. Your eyes traveled back to his figure once again and you couldn't hold it in anymore, his smile was too bright for your satisfaction. You needed to apologize to him as soon as possible before the semestral break starts, at least.

When the last bell rang indicating the end of classes, you decided to look for him. Ditching your friends with the excuse of stopping by the convenience store before going back home, you searched everywhere for him. Thankfully, he wasn't anywhere far from the school premises. There he stood outside the school gate with his AirPods on, most probably waiting for his friends to hang out later. Carefully, you tapped on his shoulder and he turned to you with a confused look as he removed an AirPod from his ear. He didn't expect you to talk to him personally, especially not you approaching him first.

"What's up?" San's voice was cheerful and no sign of bitterness at all.

"You're n-not busy right now, are you?" You stuttered out of nervousness.

San looked around for any sight of your friends and his but there's no one around he knew of. "I don't think I am, why'd you ask? Oh, congrats by the way for taking the top spot. You deserve it, y/n." The smile on his face was genuine, he was very happy for your success. He wasn't disappointed because he believed you deserve that spot, you worked extra hard to beat him earn it.

On the other hand, you were nervous as hell, fiddling with the hem of your uniform. "Thank you, San."

"It's no problem." How was it so easy for him to say that? You don't know.

You tried to form the right words to say to him, not wanting to waste this opportunity and bringing the guilt with you. "I just wanted to apologize for treating you, you know, in a not-so-good way. I'm sorry for always pushing you away, taking your help for granted, and for holding a grudge against you just because I was afraid of losing the position of being the top student in the class. It's very childish of me, I know."

You scoffed ridiculously at yourself, "Now that I got what I wanted, I'm happy but I feel guilty whenever I see you. You helped me so much, but I didn't even thank you once. No matter how embarrassing I probably sound right now, I'm taking this opportunity to apologize for everything I've done wrong and to thank you for all your help. I don't deserve your forgiveness and-"

"Yo, San. Let's- oh, sorry. I didn't see your friend there." Yeosang, one of his friends, interrupted your rambling.

You were more than embarrassed at this point, you wanted to scream, to run away and hide from everyone, but San noticed the panic in your eyes. The idea of confessing and not being able to finish your words was suffocating you, so you tried to make a turn. Unfortunate events really couldn't wait as a random rock made you trip your foot, but a strong arm held your waist so quick, you didn't even have time to process what had just happened.

San clicked his tongue teasingly, "y/n, still clumsy as ever."

Can the world just take you whole? His friends were watching the current situation, this is very bad.

"I think I'll pass today, guys. I have some important business to talk to with them, so just leave without me and don't forget to buy me that thing I talked about, I'll pay later." San called to his friends, who nodded at his request.

"San-"

"Don't worry, y/n. I know you hate me, but I think you got some explaining to do." A smirk was plastered again on that attractive face of his.

"But I already did."

"You didn't get to finish your words because of my friend and I want to hear more of it. Maybe if you treat me out for dinner, I might just forgive you."

"My money's not enough for the both of us." You haven't realized that you just indirectly considered his suggestion, he's got you in his trap.

"Perfect, a kiss it is then."

"What-"

He didn't let you finish as he interrupted you with his soft lips on yours and when he pulled away, he laughed at your flustered reaction.

"Cutie, let's go to that BBQ place nearby to celebrate your success." My success?

"What about you? Are you not mad at me for being the first in rank?" This was the question that had you worried about this whole time. What does he think of you now after everything?

"What's wrong with being 2nd? As long as we succeed together, that's enough for me. Now that you're here with me and I finally got a kiss from you, what more could I ask for?”

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More of the reaper kids eeeee. Haewonmak (the tol one) and Deok Choon (the smol one). Her actress is 18 but she looks like she could pass as 12 lol. I love how Haewonmak is only nice to her haha. Big bro or something heheh