there's a saying about love and hate. how there exists a line between the two emotions. one extreme to the other, complete opposites in every which way. and yet, it's possible that with just the slightest nudge in either direction, you find yourself unable to distinguish between one or the other. you used to think that saying was complete and utter bullshit. when you loathe someone so reverently, so passionately, how could it ever be mistaken for love? how can one feel every waking bone in their body recoil at the sight of their figure and consider it the same as melting beneath a gentle caress, leaning into their tender touch? how can imagining your hands around their neck, squeezing all the air from their lungs, compare to pressing one's lips against the other, greedily taking their breaths as your own? you suppose, begrudgingly so, that there are similarities. the way the person consumes your thoughts like a virus. how unknowingly, your words and actions revolve around their own routine. but to go so far as to say your hatred is the same as affection? that's a line you cannot cross. so then why? why does that barrier blur when an arrogant boy suddenly takes space in your life? why does the way his words sink beneath your skin, his actions igniting a raging fire in your chest, make you second guess the way you feel about him? you hate him. that much is for sure. there's no doubt about it. it's just the way the world is. a simple fact about the universe. but the more you try to convince yourself of such a matter, the more vague the truth becomes. because as much as you wish to punch the smug smile off of geum seung-je's face, you can't deny how the thought of kissing him would work just as well. and achingly so, your heart wants one more than the other.

"i heard you'll beat people up for money." slowly, a smile curls woo-young's lips. it stretches wide across his face, deepening the lines around his cheeks and creasing his eyes just slightly. an amused chuckle slips past his teeth as he leans back, taking a drag from his cigarette, "for the right price." "how much would i need to pay you to help me get revenge?" your question must catch woo-young off guard. he blinks, his smile faltering just barely. this time, when he studies you, it's with a smudge of curiosity. his eyes drag across every inch of your face, like he's trying to understand you, and you don't miss the way his attention lingers on the healing scab on your lips. "what kind of revenge?" he finally inquires. the corner of your mouth twitches. whether it was to form into a frown or a smile, you'll never know, "the kind that would make someone miserable for the rest of their life." heavily inspired by the glory & revenge on others

❝ 𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂? ❞ Night has come Fanfiction Game kematian ini memaksa semua murid memainkannya. Meski mereka berdiri ditengah-tengah darah teman sendiri, mereka tetap bersikukuh terus hidup sampai esok hari. |✎NightHasCome only on

[Night Has Come] Sang hantu menari-nari dan menghantui tempat-tempat di mana kehormatannya mati.

A growing collection of random Kyung-Jun x reader situations I think of! So far these won't be following the mafia game storyline and taken place outside of that setting. This is my first attempt at writing fan fiction so feedback is greatly appreciated :) I'll be adding to it as random scenarios pop into my head <3