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WARNINGS ; TRIGGER WARNING! heavy manipulation, love bombing, possessiveness, gaslighting, physical and emotional abuse, spoilers up to episode 8 of pyramid game

your thoughts ran wild.

harin probably already knew. somehow, she always figured out what you were thinking, as if you were an open book. she could tell your worries and your fears by glancing at you.

you did well. you knew that she would be proud of you, but still...

you shook your head. now wasn't the time to be nervous.

smoke wafted around the baekyeon heiress as you approached her, her eyes drifting in the distance. in her hand, a cigarette, laced with gold and stuffed with toxins that harin always seemed to indulge herself in.

her head tilted towards you, a dull sparkle in her eye.

"so?"

her voice was monotone, carrying out a sense of boredom that she only showed to a few others.

you watched her in all her beauty, the curls of the fog shaping the area around her. the heiress was stunning, and it always took you a couple seconds to reel yourself back to reality.

harin rolled her eyes as she approached you, tapping the side of her smoke as a warning.

instinctively, you straightened, your eyes wide as she smiled.

there was something so addictive about frightening you, something that was true genuine fear laced with an undying loyalty. you were impossible to replicate, a faithful dog waiting by her bedside.

you took a deep breath, inhaling the smoke through your nose. "i got ambushed by jaeun, suji, and them."

"i thought so." another puff of smoke exited her mouth. "did they mention anything?"

anything else?

you bit your tongue, your face ridden with guilt.

you were tired of the game, tired of getting hurt. as much as you yearned for harin's happiness, the exhaustion was getting to you. you just wanted one day to yourself, without eunbyeol and harin breathing down your back.

"no."

harin's eyes hardened, her gaze trained on you like a hawk. her pupils took in the sight; your quivering mouth, your avoidant stare...

she smiled.

"why don't i believe you?" harin clicked her tongue, pointing the end of her smoke near your cheek. "is it because you're lying to me?"

she knew. how did she know?

"no, i just..."

("join us.")

you never questioned why class 1-5 were in the middle of nowhere.

the building was nice, decorated with marble columns and sleek white paint. the washrooms were clean, close by, and rarely messy except for the occasional tissue lying on the ground.

it felt as if you were purposely isolated, the twenty-four other girls in your class being the only ones in reach.

sometimes, you even forgot other classes existed.

"harin's a fucking bitch."

you paused. kim dayeon?

a girl like her wouldn't be caught dead in the library. there was no reason for her to be here, much less talk shit about the heiress of the entire school.

you kept your mouth shut as your thoughts wandered to the girl in question.

baek harin.

pretty, intelligent, soft-spoken. from what you've seen, all those things were right. you were always too shy to approach her, your thoughts clouded by the beauty that she held. from what you heard from others, she was the embodiment of niceness, going out of her way to lend others money with nothing in return (yet).

why would dayeon even say these things about her?

"god, you think she's all high and mighty." dayeon muttered, her feet shuffling as she paced back and forth. "that psycho probably wants us to worship the ground she walks on."

psycho? baek harin wasn't a psycho.

"a hierarchy game?" dayeon could already see it in her head. she had no choice but to agree at that moment, wanting to spare herself from her father later that day, but when harin had mentioned it... "is she demented?"

"pyramid game, dayeon." seo doah. that made sense as to why dayeon was here. "if you're gonna insult it, at least name it properly."

"shut it."

"you might also wanna check if anyone else is in the library." your throat ran dry as doah stood up, staring at you across the room. "right, y/n?"

you shot up, your eyes wide as dayeon stared at you. there was something in her eyes that was unfamiliar.

fear? what was she scared of? surely, it wasn't harin.

"um..."

"fuck." your eyes widened at her words. never in your life would you have thought that the eccentric kim dayeon would swear like a sailor. "don't you dare say shit, you understand me?"

you shook your head, your body stiff. "i won't-"

"you don't know what the fuck is at risk here." dayeon's anger roared throughout the library, her fist shaking. dayeon wouldn't hit you... right? "open your mouth and i'll stitch it shut."

you nodded, trembling as you packed your things to leave.

"jeez, dayeon..." doah shook her head.

you stood up, your bag half open, and your textbooks barely inside. in your arms, you gathered everything that you could, arms shaking as you rushed out the room.

a spark of fear lighted up inside you when you saw daeyeon fingernails imbed themselves into the soft skin of her palm. the crescents swelled a bright red, and you knew that she wasn't joking.

she was gonna hurt you. was she gonna hurt harin as well?

you needed to get out of here, maybe even tell harin how insane and dangerous her friend seemed.

how was that even possible? how could someone like dayeon hold a rage inside themselves like that? you could understand it from that suck up, wooyi, but dayeon?

you stumbled slightly as you turned the corner, the books nearly falling out of your bag as you collided with someone. a strong, sculpted hand grabbed your elbow, electricity shooting up your arm.

that feeling...

"is something wrong?"

her breath smelt faintly of nicotine, her perfume - one you assumed cost at least a couple hundred dollars - blocking the scent enough to not register in your brain.

you bit your tongue. "no..."

"you can tell me, y/n-ah." your heart leaped at her words, a cloud of affection and care seemingly coating them. "i don't bite."

harin's smile seemed so soft and elegant, like the status she so desperately upheld. her eyes gleamed gently (and if you looked any closer, void of life) as her cheeks dusted in a costly blush.

don't snitch. you thought as her worried gaze peered into your soul. why should i protect dayeon?

you bit your tongue, your chest bursting with guilt at the thought of dayeon laying a finger on the heiress in front of you.

"dayeon..." you whisper as an eyebrow on her pretty face raised. "she, um, she might hurt you."

you waited for harin's face to shift into worry, into fear, into a normal reaction. you waited for her lips to part and ask 'why?', to ponder what your words truly meant.

instead, she laughed, as if the thought of dayeon hurting her was a part of some greco-roman comedy and not a tragedy.

harin let go of your arm, moving your hair out of your face as your eyebrows furrowed.

"so i'm guess you heard about my game as well?"

you nod. you had forgotten that those threats had stemmed from some game dayeon had mentioned.

a hierarchy game... a pyramid game.

"what do you think about it?" harin's eyes shone in a playful demeanor, full of curiosity and excitement. you couldn't fathom why or how she wasn't worried. "doesn't it sound fun?"

the air shifted around you as her irises seemed to blacken. a heavy burden settled on your chest as she face twitched into a smile, and you felt compelled - forced - to agree.

"it does," you chuckled awkwardly. "i guess."

a soft hum escaped her mouth, her eyes glancing at your face, taking in the fear that had shifted from dayeon to her. behind your eyes, she saw something... something exciting.

the heiress smiled.

"i hope you're in 'a' with me." you had no idea what she meant, but the thought of being near baek harin made the room spin. "it'll be lonely without you."

she stepped beside you, a gentle touch on your shoulder. her breath wafted close to your ear as she spoke with a stiff voice, one you wouldn't recognize as harin's.

"thanks for the heads up about dayeon." you shivered, a cool line shooting up your spine. "i'll deal with her."

she walked away as a deep pit in your stomach emerged.

deal with her?

you gripped your books tighter as you listened to the fading footsteps, and the soft "hello, can i speak to mr. kim? it's harin." in the distance.

you didn't know why, but somehow, you made the wrong decision.

you were never scared of blood.

it was a liquid that flowed inside you and every person's body, just like how water seeped from the sky and into the ground. blood was a natural process, nothing more and nothing less.

but when you saw that knife, drenched from your classmate's fresh wound...

you shivered at the thought, while harin's soft hands fiddled with a strand of your hair.

"do you feel bad for her?" harin's smile never disappeared, not since the game started. it didn't disappear when crimson dripped onto the floor, either. "woori?"

her lifeless eyes bore into yours, jolts of electricity and fire rising throughout your fingertips and cheeks. her hand, close enough to feel your breath, paused as the rest of harin's body stilled.

all of her stopped, as if so curious about your thoughts that each cell of hers had to still.

"you can be honest." her breath laced in nicotine once more, her perfume no longer covering the overwhelming scent. "i wanna know."

woori was an 'f'.

being an 'a' yourself, you had the right to torture her, to manipulate and ridicule her.

you never did, leaving it up to dayeon to do whatever she pleased with her. part of you still felt bad for what happened earlier in the year, and each time you blinked, you remembered the heavy-handed bruises left on dayeon's face the day after you had told harin about the library incident.

you understood woori, though. the mental toll it must've taken, being bullied throughout the day, months on end without another student looking your way. telling the teachers only resulted in a beating at best, and at worst...

your eyes clenched tightly as your brain replayed that video.

"a little..."

harin chuckled, pulling her hand away and fishing out a cigarette.

"you saw her cut jaeun up." harin muttered through her smoke, her delicate fingers wrapped around the golden band.

you remember the marble on the classroom floor stained red in a way that you didn't think it would.

blood wasn't scary. fear was.

"i did."

"and you still feel bad." harin inhaled, smoke leaving her nostrils as she looked you up and down. "interesting..."

as of late, harin had been smoking around you more and more often. whether it be behind the shed or simply just the two of you in the library, clouds of smoke seemed to follow her, and in turn, you.

the first time it had happened, you had coughed violently, taken off guard as the heiress smiled. your tears were exciting to her, much like your overwhelming sense of loyalty clashing with your morality.

she had never met anyone who was so inwardly conflicted.

"did she really drop out, harin-ah?"

harin blinked, standing up from her chair as she snubbed the end of her cig on some random book cover in front of her. she threw the smoke onto the floor, grinding it with her heel. her eyes were cold, and dark, and you knew that you had messed up again.

you didn't cough this time around. she had no reason to be mad.

the heiress gathered her belongings, sparing not a single glance your way.

"y/n?"

your heart skipped a beat.

"yeah?"

"my name's harin." she glanced at you, unamused. "don't call me that again."

seong suji.

the girl was nice, a little naive to the happenings of class 2-5. you could tell from a mile away that the girl wanted to stay low and let time pass its course, but you knew better than anyone that she had a target on her back.

everyone's attention had been on her from the moment whispers spread about a new girl transferring into the class. the moment she stepped into the room, you watched as harin's eyes lit up, and a fire blazed inside you.

you didn't know whether it was guilt or jealousy.

"are you stupid?" harin clenched her teeth as she hovered over you, her eyes hardening like coals under pressure. "telling the new girl about my game?"

suji didn't hear the predators hiding in the tall grass. she didn't see their eyes, nor did she notice their bloodlust-filled gazes, but she felt it, and there were only two people in her mind who seemed to lack the barbarity that lingered in the empty halls of the complex.

"look at me!"

your eyes snapped to harin's, anger exuding from her lips as puffs of smoke filled the air and ashes fell onto the ground.

you winced.

"harin..." you had never seen this side of her, not directed at you. you had always watched from the distance as opposed to being the target. "i just thought-"

"did you?" harin's lips curled in a way that could only be described as disbelief, your utter incompetence boggling her mind. "or are you just as stupid as your dropout brother?"

you winced, the low blow winding your self-esteem.

"she looked confused." you tried your best to reason with an iron wall. "i didn't want her to feel like-"

harin's eyes widened, and her usual curiosity morphed into an unfiltered rage.

"like who? woori? jaeun?" she exhaled another cloud, your face getting covered in smoke as you struggled to breath. "you're so fucking stupid."

you felt the heiress lean closer, the tip of the cigarette centimeters away from your cheek.

"i'm sorry."

"you're sorry?" harin could feel her blood boiling. everything was ruined. "i had a plan. you ruined it for me. you ruined my game, y/n."

you closed your eyes, trying to drown out the sharp words and the blanket of burden that harin enveloped you with.

you just wished harin would go back to being curious and playful, and leave you ignorant to the fact that deep down, she was the monster dayeon had implied many months ago.

with a weak voice, you tried to reason. "i didn't mean to..."

"you didn't-" harin backed away, ripping the smoke from her lips and into her fingertips. "give me your hand."

your eyes widened.

"harin-"

she grabbed your wrist with a surprising amount of strength. her nails dug into your arm, your teeth grinding together at the dull pain. the heat of the cigarette hovered over your palm as you struggled to pull back, and you couldn't help but choke out a strangled gasp.

"harin, wait-"

the smell of flesh burning invaded your senses as your arm shook from the pain. lightning seemed to replace your veins, as a fire replaced your blood. your vision fuzzed, the tears in your eyes falling down your chin.

harin glanced at you, a small smile replacing her grimace. you were always so pretty when you were in pain.

"remember this." she threw her smoke onto the ground, her grip on your wrist tightening. "you mess with my game, you upset me. you don't want that to happen again, do you?"

the last thing you wanted was to see harin frown in your direction.

"no."

harin smiled, glancing at how your lips quivered and how your eyes held an intoxicating mixture of fear and want. quietly, she wiped a tear with her free hand, chuckling as you flinched at her touch.

"then stay away from seong suji." she leaned in, her voice soft except for the threatening undertone. "if i see you even look at her without my permission, i'll make your life hell."

her grip loosened, harin's eyes softening as she looked at you with what seemed to be worry and understanding.

"i..." you blinked, agreeing like an obedient dog. even now, you couldn't help but wonder which harin was the real harin, but all you knew was that you didn't want to disappoint her. "i understand."

harin sighed, glancing at the burn in your hand with contempt. "i don't like doing this to you."

you paused, your face brightening as the smell of tobacco stuck to your blazer.

"you don't?"

harin smiled. it was like catching a mouse in a well placed trap. you were predictable and easy to please. a couple right words and you'd be under her spell all over again.

"you think i do?" the heiress frowned, biting her tongue.

she loved it.

"no..."

with a giggle, she took your wrist, much more gently than before.

"let's get you patched up."

harin liked putting on lipgloss around you.

she liked the way your eyes darted to her mouth for a split second before they looked anywhere else in the room. the redness of your cheeks delighted her in the sense that she knew that no matter what, you'd be stuck under her thumb.

you were her stupid, little puppet. your strings strong and unwavering, and your heart tainted with a loved one that you thought she didn't see.

it was adorable, like a puppy chasing its own tail, or a whale, no longer strong enough to go up for air.

harin liked to send you on mindless errands.

it was a good way to keep you in check, much better than instilling fear. she could sense that someone like you liked to feel needed, even if it's something as simple as fetching her more of her favorite brand of smokes or picking up items that she used for bribery.

it gave her a good laugh when you would come back, beaming as if you accomplished something when in reality, one of her maids could have easily done the same.

you were none the wiser, currently on your way to getting her more coffee (well, to get doah coffee per harin's demand).

you were just about to leave the campus, but a strong yet gentle hand yanked you aside, dragging you out of sight from the windows of the complex.

"sorry, y/n-ah."

you tried to shake her off, but she was too strong.

"jaeun, let go." why was she doing this? more importantly, why was she taking you to the nearby convenience store. "i can't be talking to you. you know that."

jaeun stopped, and you thought that she had finally gotten tired of you complaining so much. instead, you looked at the scene in front of you, two girls sitting in the shade of a foldable umbrella.

harin was gonna burn you alive.

"harin's pet?" jaehyeong shook her head, staring at the taller girl beside you. "jaeun-ie, are you sick? do you have a fever?"

you frowned. you weren't 'harin's pet'. so what if you liked being around her?

"she's nice." jaeun muttered, ushering you to the other girls. you tried to turn away, but she moved you in such a way that you couldn't escape. "she helped suji out."

"that was a mistake."

suji raised an eyebrow. she didn't know what was wrong with you. how could someone change so much in a matter of two months?

her eyes wandered your figure, stopping at the burns that littered your right hand.

oh. that makes sense.

"hey, y/n-ah."

"yerim?" you turned around, your jaw hanging open as the trainee sat with the girls, sipping on a can of coffee. you glanced at her phone, watching as she scrolled through eunjeong's instagram. "what the hell is going on?"

you looked around, their eyes glancing at suji with hesitation.

"you're not gonna convince her, suji." yerim shook her head.

being in rank 'a' herself, she knew firsthand how you followed every word harin said. she could tell from a mile away what it was, yerim herself victim to the feeling with a certain swimmer.

but there was a difference between the two of you, one that could prove to be detrimental.

you needed someone to follow, while she didn't.

"i can." suji glanced at your hand again. "i know i can."

"convince me?"

you felt a lump in your throat, praying that somehow, in some way, harin would come barging in and save you from whatever was going on here.

you took a deep breath, and sensing danger was near, gripped your wrist for safety.

jaeun frowned.

"i was serious about bringing down the game, y/n."

the pyramid game.

that stupid game that harin focused all her energy into, hellbent on keeping the perfect hierarchy intact. the one where you watched your classmates get beaten to a pulp, bloody and broken to the point of mental disarray.

you had never spoken it out loud, but you were tired of it, watching everyone you know either do the hurting or get hurt (most times both).

but this was harin's game, and you'd rather hurt yourself than upset the girl you loved.

"harin'll be pissed."

yerim chuckled, a knowing smile on her face. she didn't expect anything less from you.

"aren't you?" suji glanced at your hand, one you held for dear life, as if you were afraid it would get burned again. "after everything you've done for her, she still burns you."

you frowned.

harin did it with good reason. she needed to keep you in line, to keep you from lashing out. she did this to you because, unlike wooyi or dayeon, she trusted you enough to understand.

harin did it out of the pureness of her heart.

"that was an accident."

"an accident?" suji could feel your doubt starting to seep through. that was enough for her, to see the light beyond the cracks of your love. "hurting you multiple times the same way was an accident?"

was it an accident? it had to be, otherwise, harin was just hurting you to hurt you.

you shook the thought out of your head, missing the way the girls looked at each other, satisfied.

"what do you want, seong suji?"

there was a beat in the air.

"join us."

she knew. how did she know?

"no, i just..."

you liked harin, even when she suffocated you with her smoke, staining your white shirt with the ash of her cigarettes. her eyes wandered yours routinely, and it felt as if she was trying to dig deep as if she needed you.

"i figured out a way to get to them."

harin's eyes sparkled. she would have never thought that you, docile and timid, would ever think of something other than her and school.

it was... exhilarating.

"sim eunjeong." you rattled out a breath, your eyes clenching at the very thought of what you were doing. "yerim... likes her more than we think."

the heiress laughed, the excitement in her chest bursting at the thought of you ignoring your morals just to please her and only her.

she leaned close to you, her face in front of yours as she moved a single lock of hair behind your ear. shivers ran up your spine.

"do you feel bad, y/n-ah?" harin hadn't felt this happy in a while. "ratting them out to me must be so heavy on your consciousness."

she looked you up and down, your eyes avoiding hers. your cheeks were tinged in red, and the guilt written all over your face didn't help the giddiness that was starting to overtake her.

"you're fun, y/n."

you'd do anything for her, even when she hurt you. even when everyone screamed and yelled at you to leave, ignoring the bright red stop signs.

"i like you."

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『𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬』 변우석

summary: The feelings between you and your best friend are far from over.

Genre: best friends to lovers,little bit of angst,Byeon Woo Seok x fem!reader,drabble

author notes: After months I came back, today I bring you a drabble about the love of my life, also because I saw "Lovely runner" and I liked it a lot so I got a little inspiration from there, well I hope you enjoy this and later I will bring more about Sun Jae and Woo seok since I don't see many people writing about them, take care and good night :)

Word count: 1089k

The soft ping of my phone broke the quiet hum of my apartment. A message from Woo-seok.

“Hey y/n, do you want to come to my house later? I need to write some lines for my new drama, “Lovely Runner”. You know, the usual, being my personal script coach and all that stuff.”

I smiled, imagining Woo-seok's signature goofy smile. It was almost endearing how he never seemed to take his acting career seriously, even though he was on the verge of becoming a major star. He was still the same goofy, clumsy boy he'd known in high school, the one who always made me laugh.

“Sure, I'll be there in an hour. "What time are you free?" I replied and let the tea sit while he prepared it for me.

An hour later, I found myself outside Woo-seok's elegant apartment building, the imposing structure a stark contrast to the cozy, modest apartment we used to share as roommates in college.

He greeted me with a wide, welcoming smile and a playful push, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the hallway. "You're late," he teased, pushing me inside.

"Traffic," I lied, my cheeks heating up under his gaze. Despite knowing him for years, my heart still pounded when he looked at me like that. He always had this way of making me feel seen, like I was the only person in the room.

His apartment was a testament to his success, modern and elegant, with a wide view of the city skyline. But I still felt at home, filled with the familiar warmth of his presence.

"Let's go to my room," he said, leading me to a well-lit space filled with scripts, props, and a comfortable chair.

"Okay, so this scene is where I first meet my love interest, played by the beautiful, talented, and incredibly charming Ryu Sun-jae," Woo-seok began, his voice dropping to a playful whisper.

I couldn't help but laugh. He was very dramatic, even when he talked about his own work. But his enthusiasm was infectious and I found myself immersed in the story. He ran through the lines, his voice shifting seamlessly between playful banter and sincere emotion.

He was good, really good. He poured his heart and soul into every word, into every gesture, making me forget that he was just watching a friend rehearse.

And this is where I'm supposed to make a grand entrance, you know, like a knight in shining armor. "But I think he's too exaggerated," he muttered, pulling a crumpled script from the table.

"No, I think he's perfect," I said, surprised by my own conviction. "He is your character, it is what makes him unique."

Woo-seok looked at me with a flash of surprise in his eyes. 'Actually? So you think?

"Yes," I nodded, trying to ignore the way his gaze lingered on me. There was an unspoken connection between us, a bond forged over years of shared laughter, dreams, and late-night chats.

'What do you think he should do here?' He asked, pointing to a particularly difficult line.

'Hmm, maybe try it with a little more vulnerability?' I suggested, my voice softening as I realized how closely I was studying his face.

He nodded, frowning in concentration. He walked the line again, this time with a raw emotion that resonated deeply within me.

"Wow," I sighed, genuinely impressed. 'That's perfect. You captured the uncertainty, the fear, the longing for acceptance. It is brilliant.'

Woo-seok's smile was brighter than the city lights outside. 'You're the best, Y/n. You always know how to make me feel better about my work.

We continued rehearsing until the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the room. As we worked, it felt like we were falling back into the comfortable rhythm of our old college days, time blurring into a cozy, shared memory.

"I think I'm a little hungry," Woo-seok said, breaking the silence. 'How about we order some food?'

"Sounds good to me," I agreed, feeling a warmth spread through me.

While we waited for our food, we sat on the floor and flipped through old photo albums. Laughter filled the room as we recalled silly moments from our past, each image a window into our shared history.

The delivery boy arrived, bringing with him the aroma of spicy noodles and sizzling dumplings. We ate in comfortable silence, enjoying the food and the company.

Later, while we were cleaning, Woo-seok turned to me and his eyes met mine. 'You know, Y/n, I'm so lucky to have you in my life. You have always been there for me, through thick and thin.

I smiled, my heart swelled with warmth. 'Me too, Woo-seok. You are my best friend and I will always be there for you.

He reached out and took my hand, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. "I know," he said, his voice low and sincere. "And I'm grateful for that."

For a moment, we stood there, hands clasped and the silence filled with unexpressed emotions. The city outside glowed like a distant dream, but all he could see was Woo-seok, his eyes containing a depth that he knew he couldn't ignore forever.

“I should probably head home,” I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded and his gaze stopped on my face. "Yeah, I guess you should."

I pulled away, my heart aching with a mix of longing and apprehension.

"I'll see you around, Woo-seok," I said, forcing a smile.

"Yes, definitely," he replied, his voice laced with a hint of disappointment.

When I left his apartment, I couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed between us. The line between friendship and something more had blurred, and I wasn't sure I was ready to cross it.

I had always valued our friendship and the thought of risking it for something uncertain made me sick to my stomach. But the warmth of his touch, the intensity of his gaze, and the way he made me feel so seen had awakened a longing inside me that I couldn't ignore.

The lights of the city blur as I walked, my mind replaying the events of the night. I knew I needed time to process everything, to discover my feelings. But one thing was certain: the bond between Woo-seok and I was deeper than simple friendship, and I knew, with a certainty that made my heart ache, that our story was far from over.

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❧❤ SYNOPSIS: baby fever is in the air… ♡ Pairings/Love interest: So Mun x GN!reader ♡ Genre: fluff ♡ TW: So Mun being a husband material ♡ word count: 2k

Note: All characters originated from “The Uncanny Counter/Amazing Rumor” except for Y/n.

English is not my first language!!! Sorry in advance if I make any grammar and vocabulary mistakes.

“Just one day! One day and I’ll go pick her up as soon as possible!”

“…Fine. You better not leave her to me overnight again.”

A weary sigh slid out of you as your friend hung up. You were now completely left isolated in your living room with her four-month-old, round eyes gluing on you with wonder. 

It wasn’t like you disliked kids, you were just unsuited to keep one around when the responsibility and unexpectancy of being a counter were holding a knife to your throat. For example, what if you had to leave her alone for missions when some evil spirits popped up? Maybe you were just letting loose your overthinking habit, but this certain “job” was always full of unforeseen occasions. 

However, all uncertainty vanished as there was a pull on the hem of your shirt by small, chubby fingers. You felt your composure peace out at that sunshiny smile and it took you less than one second to haul the infant into your lap, internally collapsing in cuteness overload while texting Hana that you needed to take a day off due to “unpredicted inconvenience.”

You were prepared to spend your peaceful rest day until the sound of your doorbell abruptly chimed in just thirty minutes after you informed your teammate. You picked the sweetheart up and approached the front door, wondering who would possibly be standing in front of your house at 10 a.m. if it wasn’t the delivery man. 

Turning the brass doorknob with anticipation, you watched as the door revealed your boyfriend, who was standing under the warm glow of the mid-morning sun. A faint, knowing smile played on his lips, mirroring your own sense of elation at his arrival. 

“Hi…” So Mun trailed off upon seeing the bundle of happiness in your arms, paving the way for a vague gasp and a look of pure exhilaration to emerge: “Whose baby is this?!” 

“Mine, obviously.” He playfully pulled a face at your words, completely unamused by the apparent lie. You chuckled, explaining: “I ‘stole’ her from a friend. Some urgent family things came up so I’ll be in charge of this cutie until she comes back later. Why are you here, by the way?”

He gave the little girl a tiny wave before turning to you: “Just wanted to check whether or not something happened. Also Ms. Chu said if no evil spirits show up today, I can leave for the rest of the day too.”

As much as you refrained from displaying too-obvious excitement by your boyfriend’s presence, it already appeared crystal clear just how notably happy you‘ve turned: “Let’s hope no third wheeler would interrupt us.” 

When a baby was in sight, most people tended to head for the little chubby face before anything else. So Mun was not the exception. He stared at the girl—who was also staring at him without blinking—and carefully extended his index finger: “Can I?”

“Of course!” That was all it took for him to nudge his finger on one of her plump cheeks, smiling widely when the squishiness melted on the tip of his digit like a marshmallow.

“Oh my god!! Look at how soft she is!”

You laughed, enjoying how he went smitten over an infant before taking his hand: “Let’s go, you’re not going to stay outside all day just poking her face, right?” 

He followed your footsteps through the living room: “I can if you insist.”

“Luckily I won’t.”

All three of you settled down on the couch. The sweetheart chewed on her tiny thumb while she comfortably nestled on your lap, eyes glistening like two gemstones of fascination in return for the bright smile So Mun gave her. He leaned down to poke her cheek again: 

“What’s her name?”

“Bora.” You answered, chuckling at how joyfully he beamed just from Bora reaching out to grab his finger, cooing the softest of whispers in her own language on behalf of you calling her name. 

“Aww. Hi Bora! I’m So Mun-oppa, nice to meet you.” His voice unconsciously eased into a more childish, playful tone. Bora’s chubby hand grasped around his finger to explore the unique touch coming from someone she hadn’t seen before. The difference in size was laughable, yet exceptionally cute. 

The air was perfumed with melodic gurgles and murmurs, easily dissolving anyone’s heart into slush. You dipped your head to make eye contact with So Mun, directly bringing up the suggestion: “Do you want to try holding her? Like, holding holding.”

He pointed to himself, eyes slightly widened as if not expecting you to ask this: “You sure? I’ve never held a baby before…”

“Don’t worry, I'll make sure you won't drop her.” The answer slipped out as naturally and confidently as if you were speaking a matter of fact. You lifted Bora off your lap, moving over to him with unfaltering trust. 

Holding a baby was not only an act of affection but, furthermore, a timeless configuration of art. You started off by showing him how to support Bora’s fragile head and neck. Her little skull was cradled in the palm of his hand by his trembling fingers, which were loaded with the pressure of responsibility. 

You guided her body to rest against his chest with the utmost attention. The delicate yet soul-stirring feeling of carrying such a beautiful miracle built his heartbeat in synchrony with your own, each breath conveyed nervous euphoria. His other arm carefully curled to surround her lower body in a loving cocoon, embosoming the bundle of innocence with his warmth. 

With reverence, he let out a contented sigh while admiring how perfectly the girl fit in his embrace. His whispering voice became hushed and almost inaudible as if he were afraid that even a single noise could startle her: “She’s so adorable, what should I do now?” 

“I don’t know, keep holding her?” You had to fight for your life inwardly to not snatch some photos from such a heartwarming view, not knowing if you should focus on him or on Bora. 

“I am planning to do that.” He started swaying her with a slow, steady pace, a bit clumsily but wholesome nonetheless. 

You quickly grabbed some of Bora’s favorite colorful toys, wiggling them in front of her while you and him attempted to make silly faces. Her soft giggle sparked like a star during the night, quickly expanded into a whole sky of glitter. 

“Oh my god, we’re making her laugh!” Seeing the effect they had on Bora, he seemed to get even more excited than her. The laughter spread as vigorously as a wildfire that infected you with merriment, both at how precious the little cutie was and how hilariously you two were acting. 

Bora looked up at So Mun with her eyes like twin constellations of delight, following each of his movements with tireless attention. Her faint breaths against his skin as she bloomed a toothless smile, unbridled chuckles singing like a symphony that both of you couldn’t help but melt: “She seems to really like you. So this is the ultimate power of being handsome, I can tell.” 

He squinted with a smile, bashfully nudging your side as he caught you throwing a cheeky wink: “You’re embarrassing me…” 

“Just admit you like it, babe.”

The three of you spent the whole day eating and engaging in playful activities together (with you and So Mun occasionally getting into plushies-fighting battles, no plushies were harmed during the process) until your friend came back from her trip later that evening. 

You shared your introductions and goodbyes, ignoring an itty-bitty tug in your chest when you now ought to hand the sweetie back to her mother. It was hysterical how you unreasonably felt like a parent escorting their kid to kindergarten for the first time when this wasn’t even your kid. It was only because the day that had passed felt like such a magical adventure, and you admitted that never in your life was babysitting this memorable. 

How wonderful would it be for the moment to last a bit longer…

At least this statement earned an approving thumbs up from, believe it or not, Bora. 

Your friend cupped the little girl’s tiny torso, deliberately removing her from So Mun’s hug, her voice soothing and tender in hankering to reunite with her daughter after an exhausting day: “Let’s go home, dear. Mommy is so sorry for making you wait this long.”

Though, nothing seemed to successfully detach the baby from him, the pulls on her body converted into pulls on his sweater, which her hand was clutching onto with an impressively tight grasp. The more they tried to tug her away from So Mun, the more her cherubic face contorted unpleasantly as a warning before a tentative whimper was molded, and finally, a swelling cry.

‘Awkward’ was a minimization to describe the atmosphere, all three of the elders exchanged looks in puzzlement. 

Each whine intensified after each second, every sound was a sincere plea that tugged at the heartstrings. Your friend bit her lip, along with you not knowing if she should crack up or freak out at her daughter’s sudden change of heart: “Bora-ah, w–what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

You noticed So Mun shooting you a panicked look before turning back to the little one, trying to mitigate her harrowing cry with the gentlest jiggles and back strokes: “Don’t cry… You’re a good girl, right? So don’t cry.” 

Bora clung onto him with an iron grip as she mewled, curling into a tiny ball and tucking herself against his chest. It was both sweet and surprising how fast she became attached to him, but it also didn't seem like the right time to laugh so you only let out a quiet titter, moving your attention back to her tubby fingers and trying to unhitch them from his clothes. 

“Bora-ah, look at me.” He tilted his head to reach eye level with the girl, his voice consoling like a mellifluous lullaby and a murmur of the wind; you were unaware that, simply by watching, you were also struck with profound adoration: “Oppa promises we’ll see each other again, okay?”

It took them about 10 minutes to separate her from So Mun. And this was obtained as solid proof that your boyfriend wasn’t just good with kids, he could even mesmerize them without acknowledging it. 

During that teary-eyed leave-taking, you spotted your friend gesturing something with her mouth to forward a nonverbal message to you, which you recognized as:

“He’s a keeper.”

Heat blazed on your cheeks, but that didn’t stop you from pridefully accepting the comment: “He sure is.”

Bonus:

It was undeniable that Bora has grown to be significantly bonded with So Mun since the time they first saw each other. But as her uncertified “daycare provider,” you were still proudly her favorite person in the house every time she came over. 

Your gut clenched as you contained your laughter, pretending not to notice your boyfriend’s adorably sulky face and instead pouring all your affection onto the cutie, kisses freely landing on her forehead.

From his direction, a heavy exhale filled in your ear yet you were too invested in the act to drop it. You soon heard some faint sounds of motion before a weight pressed down on the side of your shoulder, lovable curly hair chaotically snuggling on your shirt:

“Love me, too.”

“C’mon, it’s just Bora.” You burst out giggling and held the little girl closer in your arms just to tease him. 

“But you’ve been ignoring me, you know. Can you at least make it equal for both of us? I mean, she’s very cute but…” He pouted, intentionally or not flashing his puppy eyes at you as he mumbled: “Give me attention, too.”

Your speech was replaced with a pause. At this time, you had stopped questioning why merely a small moue could cause such an enormous impact on you that it was no longer practical to keep up with your game. You wasted no time wrapping your free arm around So Mun, drawing him into a side hug where all three of you now huddled into an enclosed position, sharing the same connection and same sentiment: “Damn… Now you’re the one being too cute.” 

“Am I?” So Mun grinned, gleefully reciprocating the hug before adding: “By the way, don’t “damn” in front of Bora.”

“She’s not gonna understand.”

While adding OCs like reader's friends or the love interest's girlfriends, flings or stuff like that (yk for angst)

-For research purposes

Oneshot

Sweet Home: Yeong-hu x Y/N Fanfiction

The air inside the building was thick with tension. It had been weeks since they had taken refuge here, away from the relentless horrors that had transformed the world outside. Amid the chaos, though, Yeong-hu had managed to keep his group alive, protecting those under his command, including his wife, Y/N. They had been married long before the outbreak — a bond forged through love and tested by fire. In the apocalypse, it only grew stronger, and Yeong-hu had become fiercely protective of her, especially now when every step outside was a risk.

Y/N was the light in his life, the one thing that kept him grounded in the madness. As the leader of the group, Yeong-hu had to make tough decisions daily, and often those choices weighed heavy on him. But he always found comfort in knowing she was safe, always by his side.

It had been a long day when one of his men, Jin-soo, approached him. Jin-soo's girl, Min-ah, had been sick for days, the infection spreading fast. The situation was desperate. Jin-soo had come to Yeong-hu to beg for permission to go out and search for medicine.

"Captain, please. If we don’t get it… she won’t make it," Jin-soo pleaded, his voice shaking with fear and hope intertwined.

Yeong-hu ran a hand over his tired face, his jaw clenched as he weighed the options. The world outside was crawling with monsters, each more dangerous than the last. Sending Jin-soo out was dangerous enough. And yet, Yeong-hu couldn’t deny the man a chance to save the person he loved. He understood that feeling better than anyone.

“Fine,” Yeong-hu finally agreed, his voice firm. “But you’re not going alone. Take Dong-wook and Seung-ho with you. You’ll need backup.”

Jin-soo’s face brightened with gratitude. "Thank you, Captain."

Yeong-hu nodded. “Get in and out fast. Don’t take unnecessary risks.”

Hours passed after the group had left. The tension in the building only grew with their absence. Y/N had been quiet most of the day, something that hadn't escaped Yeong-hu’s notice, though he figured it was the stress of their current reality. He kept a close eye on her, always making sure she was safe.

But then… she was gone.

It happened too fast. One moment, she was with him, and the next, she had disappeared without a word. Panic surged through Yeong-hu’s veins. He combed through the building, shouting her name, his voice growing raw with each call.

“Y/N! Y/N, where are you?!”

The other survivors exchanged worried glances as they heard his frantic cries. No one had seen her leave. His heart raced, dread settling in his gut like a stone. She had always been stubborn, always wanting to help, even when the world was normal. But this? Going outside? Alone?

Dong-wook, one of his men, rushed up to him, his face pale. "Captain, Jin-soo's girl said something before she passed out… She told Y/N about a safe route to the pharmacy. Y/N said she was going to help get the medicine."

The world seemed to tilt on its axis.

"No," Yeong-hu growled, his fists clenched. "No, no, no…"

Without wasting another second, Yeong-hu grabbed his gear, his eyes burning with anger and fear. "We’re going after her. Now."

His men moved quickly, understanding the gravity of the situation. They had seen Yeong-hu in action before, but this was different. This wasn’t just a leader protecting his people. This was a man desperate to protect the love of his life.

As they stepped out into the night, the silence was eerie. The streets were empty, but the threat of the monsters lurked in every shadow. Yeong-hu moved quickly, his instincts razor-sharp. His mind raced with images of Y/N — alone, scared, vulnerable.

If anything happened to her…

He couldn’t even finish the thought.

The pharmacy wasn’t far, but it felt like an eternity before they reached it. When they finally arrived, his heart stopped for a moment. The front door was slightly ajar, a sign that someone had been there.

He stormed in, gun raised, his breath ragged. "Y/N?!"

A weak cough echoed from behind the counter. Yeong-hu’s chest tightened as he rushed over, his heart pounding in his ears. There, huddled on the floor, was Y/N, pale and trembling. Beside her was Jin-soo, barely conscious, clutching a bag of medicine.

“Yeong-hu…” Y/N’s voice was weak, but she smiled when she saw him. “I… I got the medicine.”

Yeong-hu dropped to his knees beside her, his hands shaking as he touched her face, inspecting her for injuries. “You’re hurt,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “What were you thinking?”

“I couldn’t let Jin-soo go alone. Min-ah… she’s dying,” Y/N said, her breath shallow. “I had to help.”

Yeong-hu’s jaw tightened, his anger momentarily eclipsed by the overwhelming relief that she was alive. “You could’ve died out here. Don’t you understand that?” His voice cracked, his emotions getting the better of him. He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly, as if letting go would make her disappear.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N whispered, burying her face in his chest. “I didn’t want to scare you.”

"You scared the hell out of me," he muttered, pressing his lips to the top of her head. "You don’t ever do that again. Ever."

Before Y/N could respond, a low growl reverberated through the air. Yeong-hu's body tensed immediately. His grip on her tightened as he glanced at his men, signaling them to prepare for a fight. One of the creatures — the ones they had tried so hard to avoid — appeared at the pharmacy’s entrance, its grotesque form casting a long shadow over them.

The monster’s bloodshot eyes locked onto them, and in a split second, it charged. Yeong-hu barely had time to react, pushing Y/N behind him as he raised his gun, firing a shot at the creature’s head. It stumbled but didn’t go down, its gnarled limbs dragging it closer with terrifying speed.

"Get back!" Yeong-hu shouted, his body moving between Y/N and the monster.

His men sprang into action, firing in unison, trying to bring the creature down. The battle was quick but brutal, the sound of gunfire echoing through the deserted streets until finally, the monster lay still, a lifeless heap on the ground.

Yeong-hu stood there, panting, his heart still racing from the adrenaline. His first thought was Y/N. He turned to her, his eyes wide with concern.

“Are you okay?” he asked, cupping her face in his hands.

She nodded, her eyes filled with tears. “I’m fine, Yeong-hu. I’m sorry…”

But he didn’t let her finish. Instead, he pulled her into his arms again, holding her as tightly as he could without hurting her. His voice was raw with emotion. “You can’t do this to me, Y/N. I can’t lose you. Not in this world. Not ever.”

She rested her head against his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart, a reminder that, despite everything, they were still here. Together.

“I promise,” she whispered. “I won’t leave your side again.”

Yeong-hu closed his eyes, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Good. Because wherever I go, you go. From now on."

The world outside might have fallen apart, but as long as they had each other, there was still hope.

Jung Da-eun Headcanons (Romantic)

“🩺-nini: I just finished watching this amazing show and I saw no one writes for them :(

“tw: mentions of depression

“🩺-paring: jung da-eun x reader

Being in a relationship with her would be absolutely beautiful when da-eun is in a relationship with some one she loves them In such a intense way it’s honestly so cute

There are sometimes that she’s awkward around you but in a cute way not in an uncomfortable way.

Like in her mind you take her breath and words away from her because that’s how much she loves you

She would be such a good cuddler she’s definitely a switch, loves when she comes back from a long day at work and you just get her to lay down with you and gently massage her hair and cuddle her :(

karaoke nights with her as you guys dance in each others arms and sing the night away and kiss each other

gosh I’m getting so emotional :( at the thought of you being there for her when she’s at her lowest and is in a depressive episode

telling her all the right things and comforting her and also waiting for her to make a full recovery

you definitely visit her every day and at first it broke your heart to see your da-eun look so broken and torn apart but as time passes by she’s looking a bit better and once she’s okay to leave the hospital you and her mom and there for her :(

once all of this passes it doesn’t make you guys feel different if anything this has just made you guys even more closer and you understand her even more now

she knows now that it’s you that she wants to marry and have kids together and to also grow old with you :(

I need bloodhounds content immediately

please make more uncanny counter fanfics

Disaster

Requested by: Blossombreezes

Request/Prompt: “hello 🤗 I hope you're doing well. While I was reading your headcanons for psychopath diary and Vincenzo, I just had this crazy idea.

What if Jang Han Seok and Seo Inwoo became obsessed with a reader who belongs to the real world and somehow got isekai'd into their world. Reader remembers the plot knows that they are psychopaths. So she does everything to avoid them but they keep falling deeper in love with her and keeps finding ways to make her their gf.

Reader maybe works as intern for chayoung with Han Seok and is a office worker for Seo Inwoo. I know it's a lot 😅 but I would really appreciate it if you would turn this into a fic 🥹. Thank you very much and please take care of yourself ❣️”

Characters: Jang Joon-woo (Han-seok), Seo Inwoo, Yook Dong-sik (platonic), Cha-young (platonic)

TW: yandere themes, stalking

A/N: Hi guys! Just wanted to apologize for taking ages to update. Finals week struck me hard and I got Covid really bad, so updating was a struggle. I appreciate all the love, support, and messages I've received. I promise to respond to all of your comments, messages, and requests in the morning, but I wanted to post this before bed (it is almost morning where I am and during the time I've been sick I have not slept well at all. I hope you're all doing well and you're taking care of yourselves. I appreciate all the support and I hope to update more very soon now that I'm starting to feel better. I will also continue to edit this project to make it better and to ensure it is the ebst that it can be. Thank you and I hope you enjoy reading this! 🩵

You groaned as you walked into your building. Wanting nothing more than to change into pajamas and fall asleep watching TV You were running on five hours of sleep and a long day of running around going to classes and working at your late convenience store job which you had to stay at until 3 am because your coworker came in late for her early shift. At least it was the weekend and you could sleep in, but you felt like a zombie stumbling around and the seemingly never-ending rain did not help one bit.

Hopefully, this was your last day working. You got offered a paid intern position at a law firm and you had an interview tomorrow, later in the day.

You practically stumbled into your apartment, quickly throwing your shoes off at the door before changing into pajamas and throwing yourself on the couch where your cat quickly joined and cuddled up beside you.

Sighing in content, you turned on the TV to a random drama you'd already watched. The night before you rewatched Psychopath Diary, one of your all-time favorite dramas, and tonight you turned on Vincenzo.

A drama you loved that was coming to a close within the next week when the last episodes would be released.

Thunder roared outside as you slowly crept closer and closer to sleep, but you couldn't help imagining what the final episodes would be like or what might happen if you got the chance to be in one of your favorite dramas. As you fell into the sleepy void with a smile on your face, white flashed all around you. You shrugged it off as just being the lighting and to sleep you went, not knowing your wish just came true.

*bzz* ...*bzz* … *bzz* ... *bz-

You whined as you shut off the alarm on your phone.

Though you didn't want to get up, you couldn't help but admit how very well-rested you felt. Checking the time you saw it was only 7 am. Wow. Only four hours of sleep and you felt really good.

You sighed as you got up to shower before your first day as an intern. You couldn't deny how excited you were. A new job, a new beginning. Just what you needed.

After getting dressed, brushing your teeth, and grabbing a quick bite for breakfast, you patted your cat’s head and off you went to get on the bus that was already waiting for you there. You grinned as you listened to your favorite artist, watching the trees pass by the windows until you were at your stop.

Quickly getting off the bus, you rushed up to the building and paused. This... looks familiar. But how?

You've certainly never been here. How could you recognize this place? Shrugging it off, you walk into the building that is full of attorneys chattering and stressing. You felt slightly embarrassed, looking around like a confused puppy in the middle of the crowds, but luckily someone saved you.

"Oh, you. You look new. Are you my intern? I've been expecting you." You heard a voice say and your head shot up. No way. It couldn't be. Were you dreaming? You had to be.

The more you stared at her, the more you felt like fangirling.

After realizing you were staring, you quickly bowed out of respect and nodded. "Yes, ma'am. I'm (y/n),"

"Great! It's nice to have another woman here. My other intern is useless, you seem promising. I just got out of a meeting, but follow me. I'll show you where our office is,"

You wasted no time to follow her down a hallway you knew all too well. You couldn't believe this.

"This is where you'll be working from now on. We'll be overlooking cases together as well as sharing ideas on how to best help our clients. We were just given a case that I'd like to get fresh eyes on. Are you ready?"

"Y-yes, but I thought I was here for an interview?"

"Don't worry about that, you're hired. I can already tell you'll be just fine."

You nodded, being much too eager to get to work with someone you knew to be a comfort character. Then you had a moment of realization, if the Cha-young is here, then which other characters could possibly be here too and what kind of trouble are you going to be getting into?

~~~

About an hour into working on a new case your new boss presented where you had to represent a stock company called Daehan Stock since they got into a little legal trouble due to someone on the inside messing with the company. You diligently worked on the case alongside one of your favorites and she seemed to really appreciate your insight. 

Amid your hard work, two quick knocks were heard at the door before it was flung open.

There stood Seung-hyuk, your new boss and one of the most significant people in this story.

"Cha-young, how's the case?" The man asked, a slight grin on his face, "Mr. Seo would appreciate some new information,"

She only rolled her eyes, not looking away from her pile of folders, "would be a lot better if you didn't just barge in here?"

The man said nothing, but looking at you quizzically,

"Who's this?"

"My intern. The one I chose,"

"You have two now? Where's the other one? Uhh.. Joon-woo?"

"That one is late... again," she quipped

Your boss sighed “Of course he is. Well let’s get started, Mr. Seo will be here later today and he needs an update.”

~~~

“So then, the witness confessed to perjury? Even if the second trial takes place, there’s still not enough evidence, they’ll throw it out. It’s over then,”

“Yes, my dad has no more tricks up his sleeve.

“Ah, well, Yu-chan must be getting old then. He’s out of moves,” [deep inhale]. Now about Mr. Seo’s case. I offered him one of our lawyers to go undercover as an employee to do a little investigating to find out who the mole could be. He doesn’t seem to like that idea very much…”

“Then what should we do?”

“He said he would offer up some potential solutions to help us, but we need to figure out a way to convince him that someone going undercover would be beneficial. Today when he gets here, I need you to get him to agree to it. Do you have all the other files ready?”

“Yes, sir,”

“Good. Well, good luck with the wrap-up on the other case. I’ll be back with Mr. Seo when he gets here,”

“Thank you, sir,”

Suddenly quick footsteps were heard rushing down the hallway and the door was slammed open, almost hitting the boss. It was him. The real boss. The false intern. Your eyes widened as you looked at the man who had the most innocent look on his face, but you knew all too well that it was a facade. The scenes of Joon-woo grinning like a madman, blood splattered on his face, him brutally murdering somewhat innocent people. It was him. In the flesh. As much as you loved his character, you didn't love being in the same room as said character who you knew was a cold murderer who could easily kill you too. Oh how scared you were, but also surprised at how handsome he was in person.

Both of the men screamed.

“What the hell are you doing? You scared the…damn it. I can’t believe you, you have zero manners. No class. Look at you wearing sneakers at work,” he chided. Oh, if only he knew. “And why did you hire him out of everyone you could’ve chosen?”

“It was you who chose me, sir,” Joon-woo cautiously spoke

“I? That was me?” The intern nodded, his smile unwavering, “I really need to quit drinking,”

With a wack to the intern’s chest, Seung-hyuk left the three to work.

“Sorry, boss!” Joon-woo shouted in English before quickly closing the door and switching back to Korean, “Sunbae. Sunbae. Sunbae,”

“Oh, shut up!” Cha-young exclaimed as the man rushed over to both of the women which is when he finally got a good look at you.

“Oh, who are you?” He asked, his eyes sparkling in curiosity.

“I’m (y/n). I'm the new intern who will be working with you two,” you hesitantly spoke, worried that any wrong move could mark you as a target.

“Wow, you’re pretty…” he whispered, but it was definitely loud enough for you to hear. “I’m Joon-woo. I’m honored to work alongside you,” 

As much as you tried to stop it, you blushed from his flirtatious remarks and glances.

“Yah! Joon-woo, don’t flirt with her. She’s good and I need her to stick by my side for a little longer without you scaring her off. Now what do you want?”

“Oh, right! Is it okay to discuss-…”

“It’s alright, I trust her,” Cha-young assured, referring to you which made you feel a sense of pride, “Now what do you have to say?”

“It’s just that…”

“Well, what is it?”

“Babel’s Pharmaceutical Development Division called. Qua.. quar… quartera..”

“Quarantine?”

“Right! One of their quarantine researchers has disappeared.”

“What?!”

Suddenly a knock was heard at the door.

“Cha-young, Mr. Seo is here for the meeting!” Seung-hyuk exclaimed as the two men came in. You turned your head in curiosity, you didn’t recall a ‘Mr. Seo’ when you watched the show. And to your surprise, there stood Seo Inwoo. The villain from Psychopath Diary???

Your eyes widened as he took a seat beside your boss. His eyes met yours and he couldn’t help but smirk. You did not know how to feel about that but one thing was for certain, you knew these two men in close proximity would not be good for anyone.

“We’ll continue this later,” Cha-young mumbled before getting up to greet the man, “Mr. Seo, welcome back. This is my new intern, (y/n). She just started today but she’ll be assisting on the case.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, (y/n),” he said, holding his hand out to you which apparently shocked your boss as he quickly urged you to take the man’s hand. You took his hand in yours in what you thought would be a quick gesture, but his hand lingered. He never once broke eye contact or dropped his smile. He was quite pleased. It was you who pulled away, knowing that those hands were used for far worse than a lingering handshake.

“Nice to meet you, sir.”

“Is she the one who will be undercover at my office?”

Seung-hyuk’s head shot up. The last thing he expected was that question.

“I thought-… I mean, are you sure you wouldn’t want a more experienced lawyer to assist you? She just started today-“

“I don’t care. She seems just fine and this will get her all the experience she needs. I don’t mind assisting her,” Inwoo spoke then turned to you, “You don’t mind, do you?”

Not knowing what to say, you look at your new bosses. Cha-young was visibly not happy in the slightest but Seung-hyuk was eagerly telling you to agree while Joon-woo eyed the other man,

“I-…”

“Now hang on just a second,” Cha-young spoke, “I won’t let my intern be forced into this against her will. If she chooses to go along with this, she will only be there two to three days a week, no weekends. No forced overtime. When the workday is over, she gets to go home at a normal time. If she decides she doesn’t want to or isn’t ready, we will send another lawyer in her place,”

You were eternally grateful she stood up for you, but you didn’t want to ruin their chances with this case.

“Alright, fine. I can work with that. What do you say, (y/n)?”

“I’ll do it,” 

“Perfect! Let me know when she starts. The rest can just be emailed,” was all he said before sending you a secretive wink and leaving. You thought no one else saw, but the way Joon-woo was glaring you knew he saw it too.

Seung-hyuk scrambled and rushed after the man leaving the three of you alone once more.

“Are you really okay with this, (y/n)?” Cha-young asked, worried that you felt pressured to agree

You nodded, “It’s okay with me. I’ll do my best whilst I’m with Mr. Seo.”

“Hmm, okay. If you ever feel like you want to get out of this, let me know and I will cut it off right away. That man was a bit of a flirt, I hope he doesn’t pull anything,” she sighed, “Now about that researcher…”

~~~

It had been months of you being stuck here and it was great. Cha-young had become your best friend as did Dong-sik and they took care of you.

On the other hand, no matter what you did, you couldn’t get away from Han-seok and Inwoo. They both constantly asked you to join them on a date, they would offer to take you home, offer to pick you up, ask you to join them for a movie, etc. They both wouldn’t leave you alone no matter how much you avoided them. You knew who they truly were. Why did they have to take a liking to you?

Inwoo almost treated you like a personal assistant, but it was just to keep you around. He never made you run errands. The only times you were apart from him were when you reminded him that you had to seem like any other employee.

But it also didn’t help that Joon-woo would appear at your secondary workplace any chance he got. While you were here you also decided to... adjust some things. Since both men seemed to be distracted, a lot of the story didn’t play out as originally. 

Cha-young still left Wusang Law Firm to follow Vincenzo and in doing so, she brought you along. During the many months you worked alongside her, you had been her most trusting and reliable assistant/friend. She couldn’t just leave you at that corrupt law firm and you were eager to tag along. When Inwoo heard this, he decided to switch the lawyers defending him and switched so that Cha-young and Vincenzo would take the case. He offered a large sum of money and extended resources which were hard to turn down. Wusang was not happy in the slightest to learn this information and attempted to sabotage it before handing over the files, but since Cha-young and you were the top researchers and defenders of the case, it was hard to fake it.

After the switch of law firms, it was almost impossible to deny that Inwoo had an eye for you. He was constantly flirting with you, constantly winking, buying you lunch. He even made sure to text you or call you on your days off. Doing anything that would grace him with your attention.

But he wasn’t the only one. Joon-woo always popped up at Daehan Stock any chance he got with some food. He continued to text you when you left, attempting to guilt you for leaving him and trying to get you to hang out with him. He’d even ask to hang out in your apartment together.

At Daehan, you even saved Dong-sik from the curse of that red journal. Which is what led you here...

***

Damn it!

Why did you take the notebook? You knew exactly what it was and what would happen if it ended up in your hands. You could’ve just left it and ignored it, but your consciousness wouldn’t let you.

~

You made the decision to spare Dong-sik from the notebook so In-woo wouldn’t hurt him and cause him pain. What else could you do? He’s one of your favorite characters after all.

So today was the day when you’d attempt to get the notebook from him. You were picking at your fingers when he walked in. You wasted no time to quickly rush over to the coffee pot where he stood. 

“Morning, (y/n)! How are you?” He asked with a big grin, grabbing you a mug as well

You pulled a fake frown and sighed, “Not great... I lost my journal.”

“Your journal? I didn’t know you carried one around,”

“I don’t usually tell anyone. They always assume I’m hiding something and try to read it,” you said with a shrug though surprised with yourself at how well you were building upon this lie.

“What does it look like? Maybe I can help you find it,”

“Thanks, sik. It’s red with a diamond charm on it hard to miss it once you spot it. I don’t know where I left it. I thought I left it on the bus but the driver said it wasn’t there. I don’t know what to do,”

Dong-sik, unaware of the lie, gasped and reached into his bag pulling said notebook out, “I have it! This is yours?”

“Yes! Where did you find it?” You said, grateful that he hadn’t discovered what horrors were inside yet.

“I think you dropped it when you were leaving. I picked it up to try and find the owner, but I guess it’s you,” you knew he was lying but you were glad he went along with it and didn’t seem to question anything.

“You’re a lifesaver, Dong-sik. Thank you,” you said, hugging him before filling up your mugs with coffee

~

Was it smart to take the notebook from Dong-sik and spare him his inevitable fate? I mean there’d be no plot, but it's better for you to suffer than your favorite characters, right?

Your leg bounced anxiously under your desk as you tried to decide your next move. You knew he saw the exchange. There’s no way he didn’t. You tried planning it out. If you leave now with the notebook, it’ll surely be suspicious and your boss would have further reason to suspect you of something, anything. You didn’t know, but you knew you couldn’t get caught. You knew the type of man he was and what he was capable of. 

On the other hand, if you stay he’d have a better opportunity to corner you. He loved to do that. Ever since he met you he took every opportunity to keep you by his side. Which is why you’re here as “reassurance” for his case instead of working hard alongside Cha-young to help build his case. You didn’t know why it was you he needed beside him, but who could say no when a man like him says he wants something?

Either way, you knew it was a lose-lose situation.

What would you do with the notebook anyway? You were already debating whether to tell Cha-young everything on that side about the true nature of her “valued” intern - the other, not you of course - and put a stop to the terrible fate that was to come. You could save a lot of people if he was behind bars.

But he’d get out.. he’s done it before.

And with the diary, what could be done? You could chuck it into the Han River, and be done with it. No, every move you make is monitored by someone. You could feel it. What else? Turn it in to the authorities? Not likely. How could you ever explain why you have a notebook describing the most gruesome murders with bloody prints on them, proving someone was murdered while also hoping they don’t suspect you and lock you up for “turning yourself in”.

You were cut from your thoughts when a voice called out, “(y/n)? Everything okay?”

You jumped in your seat slightly and looked up only to meet eyes with one of the men you do not want to see right now: your boss, Seo In-woo. The man gave you a slight smirk as he analyzed your face. He had wondered which deep thoughts he had pulled you from.

You quickly gathered yourself and nodded, “I’m okay. Sorry, I was a little distracted. Did you need something, boss?”

In-woo laughed at the name, “Boss? I thought I told you to call me In-woo. Or if you don’t like that, ‘oppa’ works too,”

While this man is incredibly attractive and you admittedly had a crush on him when binging the show, you couldn’t help but cringe on the inside at his attempt at flirting and laugh, “I think In-woo is fine,”

He grinned, liking that he got to see your smile, “Alright. By the way, I wanted to ask-..”

“(Y/n)!” Another voice called and you sighed. Just your luck. Both of the gorgeous, yet psychotic, men were here to grace your presence.

“Joon-woo. What are you doing here?”

“I just wanted to check in on my favorite person! I wanted to take you out for lunch since you’ve been working so hard. Come on, let’s go,” Joon-woo innocently smiled as he grabbed your wrist, ready to take you on a date.

But before you could protest, he was stopped. Both you and Joon-woo turned around when another gripped your other wrist, stopping you from leaving.

“Sorry, but she’ll be joining me for lunch. I asked first,”

Your eyes widened as you tried to figure out what to do. Both of these psychotic handsome men were trying to file some sort of territorial claim over you.

As admittedly flattered as you were, you shook the feeling off, knowing it’d be smart to stay away from both of them. As the men stared each other down, you tried to analyze the situation to try to find a way to escape.

You heard Joon-woo scoff, “doesn’t look like it. Look, she’ll be back soon. I’m sure you can manage an hour without her,”

Joon-woo attempted to pull you his way, but In-woo pulled you back.

You winced in slight pain and groaned, “I’m not a rag doll,”

“I need her by my side. You have her enough during the week yet you always come for unannounced visits when you’re not needed,”

Both men glared at each other as they prepared their next comments, but before they could speak out, you spotted the one person who could save you.

“Dong-sik!” You called out, both men let down their guard at the sound of you shouting and lessened their grips on your wrists. You took that as your chance to pull back and grab your bag, rushing to your friend

He looked up in surprise but waved when he realized it was you, “(y/n), you alright?”

“Yeah, I was just waiting on you. Remember our lunch plans,” you said, silently begging him to go along with it.

His head tilted in slight confusion but once he saw the two men by your desk staring both of you down and practically shooting lasers at this head, he understood.

“Oh, right! Sorry, the time slipped past me. Ready to go?”

You eagerly nodded and quickly waved to the other men before pulling Dong-sik away with you.

“Where did you want to go?” He asked as you stared at the two men watching you both as the elevator doors closed

You tightened your grip on his arm, “Anywhere but here,”

~~~

That night, you and Dong-sik decided to watch scary movies in your apartment with your cat. He was feeling a little stressed and the two of you had done so much work that week. It was... odd when you two left together that evening. Of course, it wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to leave together since you both rode the same bus and lived near each other, but this time you two excitedly spoke of a movie night and one particular man paid extra attention to that.

And on your way into your apartment, another man watched you two walk in.

You and Dong-sik sat beside each other on the couch watching an endless supply of movies accompanied by your cat, Dalnim (달님 translates to ‘Moon’ in Korean), and some take-out. At the height of one of the movies, Dong-sik desperately had to use the bathroom so you paused the movie and scrolled on your phone while you waisted for him. It was nice to hang out with him. He was like the brother you never had and you were the sister he always wanted.

While you waited for him, you got a random call from Cha-young. Usually she called you multiple times during the week, but it was late and she tried to decompress during this time.

“(y/n)? Oh good, you answered. Look, I don’t know how much time we have, but I have some information for you. Are you with anyone?”

“Dong-sik is over. We were watching some movies but he’s in the bathroom right now. Oh good, you’re not alone. Look. I have a bad feeling about Joon-woo. Things aren’t adding up. I know he’s taken a liking to you and I’m scared he’ll pull something. Vincenzo and I are on our way to talk, but would you be okay with staying with me for the time being? I want to make sure we can protect you before he does anything.”

Before you could reply, a loud shattering was heard from behind the door followed by a faint thud. Dalnim jumped out of your lap out of fear and you jumped up from your seat, “Uh, hang on. I just heard a noise. Sik? Are you okay?”

As you stepped forward to check on your friend with Cha-young on the phone, a knock was heard at your door. As much as you didn’t want to, you decided to check the door. You checked the peephole to see who it was and instantly swung the door open when you saw...

“Mr. Se- I mean.. Inwoo. What are you doing here? At this hour.”

Mr. Seo?! You quietly heard Cha-young exclaim

The man offered a charming smile, “I wanted to see if we could... talk? I brought some snacks,”

“Oh that’s very nice of you, but-”

“She’s busy,”

The two of you turned to the sound of the voice and you gasped, stepping away from the both of them while gripping your phone. Joon-woo was standing right behind you in comfortable clothing, but you don’t remember ever allowing him in.

Then you remembered, “Sik. Sik! Sik, where are you?!”

You quickly separated yourself from both men and ran straight towards the bathroom where you found your best friend knocked out on the floor of the bathroom. You held him in your arms and instantly checked his pulse. He was breathing. Then you remembered that Cha-young was still on the phone when you heard her frantic yelling.

You quickly picked up your phone from beside your friend and whispered, “They’re here. They’re both here and they knocked Dong-sik out. What do I do? What do I do? They’ll follow me any second.”

“We’re almost there, (y/n). Please stay safe. Stay on the phone. Don’t le-”

“Jagiya? Where are you?” you heard Joon-woo call out. You gripped your best friend tighter in your arms as you prayed that they would just leave you alone.

“(y/n), I don’t know what he’s doing here or what he’s done but I had no part in it.” Inwoo insisted but you knew he was just the same.

“Please wake up, Sik,”

“Come on, baby. Let’s go on a date.” Joon-woo suggested, his voice getting closer

“She doesn’t want you. You’re a psychopath,” Inwoo spat in annoyance

“Takes one to know one, huh?”

“She’d choose me over you anyday,”

“Is that right? I’m confident you’re wrong. I’m the obvious choice. Isn’t that right, Jagiya?”

On that final note, both men turned the corner and came face to face with you once more. You sat on the floor of your bathroom, clutching the one person you needed right now, in fear. What to do, what to do.

“Go ahead, babe. Choose one of us. Who will you let take care of you? Who can treat you right? The choice is yours, love.”

You sat frozen, Cha-young’s voice nothing but a whisper.

What the hell are you supposed to do now?