𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Baek Soyeon fights to survive in the underground ring, pays her mother's hospital bills with bloodied knuckles-and accidentally catches the eye of the Union's coldest weapon. 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Geum Seongje rules the streets without mercy, until he meets the one girl who hits harder than his fists and doesn't flinch at his name-Baek Soyeon.

✶ in which pi hanwool's girlfriend joins the study group. started: 30/01/25 finished: 02/05/25 © kwanilha︱2025 fem! oc x study group ﹙ season 1 ﹚ please do not copy my work!

✶ in which sieun's sister gets tangled up in fights, trouble, and teen romance. started: 25/04/25 finished: 14/07/25 © kwanilha︱2025 fem! oc x park humin ﹙weak hero class 2 ﹚ please do not copy my work!

"why do you play?" he asked one evening, finding you had been practicing alone while the other residents were outside in the pool. his finger had tapped on the page you were fixated on, allowing you to glance up and meet his gaze as well as read the lips that spoke of syllables deaf to your ears. you peered at him curiously, and for a moment chishiya thought that maybe he had spoken too quick for you to comprehend. but before he could fix his mistake you were fixing your bench and tapping on the keys, a melody entrancing his ears. many emotions hit him at once, leaving him in a daze and struggling to grasp onto them all. but he listened, he put his full attention to the sounds you played trying to give him what he wanted. it was giving him a sense of...clarity was it? is this what the music you had no ability to understand leaving you with? why? it left him frustrated, for he was not happy with the outcome of his curiosity. how were you able to find such solitude in the very thing you lacked? what did that leave him with? eventually the sounds ceased, until you stilled your hands and dropped them to lay in your lap. you peered up at him, awaiting his reaction and chishiya could only provide you with a fake enough smile to label him a phony, "how peculiar."

"do you...." you paused, clearing your throat before continuing, "do you think hanahaki will ever go away?" he turned his head, studying you once more, before shifting his body to fully face you, "why are you asking me?" "you're a doctor. i thought you'd know." a beat of silence followed, and he titled his head before replying to your question, "at the rate things are....no. it will not go away." you didn't know what to feel by his answer. should you have felt upset, knowing more people would experience the same thing you currently were? or perhaps relieved, to know you wouldn't be the only one so unfortunate. "do you believe that to be a bad thing?" you asked, for you couldn't place the jumble of emotions coursing through your body. he shrugged, "i don't care for love." "and yet you treat it." a smile twitched his lips, appearing amused by your words, "i do." "why nurture something you care nothing for?" "you have a lot of questions." "does that bother you?" he didn't answer right away, seemingly trying to decide if you were worth the time to think. finally, after several seconds you spent in anticipation, he allowed words to slip through his lips, "i suppose im looking for something. a reason why so many patients decide to choose love over life."

"it is strange, huh?" she mumbled absently, her attention returning to the fireworks. this time, she looked thoughtful, her smile gentle, "people see them as a wish, or a promise, or even a confession. to me, they are nothing more than an innocent phenomena. hopelessly addicted to almosts and maybes," she glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, tilting her head ever so slightly, "do you know what i mean?" there were hundreds of things chishiya wanted to say in response to her question. no, i don't know what you mean. what are you, a child? fireworks are fireworks, nothing more. then, there were other things that ran through his mind. do i know you? do you know me? why do you haunt me in my dreams? in my life? what happened to me when i almost died by that meteor? what did i forget? why did you let me go? i love you, you know. i should've said it before. he wasn't sure where those last thoughts surfaced from. but rather than feel repulsed by the idea, it felt right. like he had known all along and now that the opportunity presented itself again, he didn't want to let it go. he turned his body to face her own, scanning her features more closely. her hair lay messily around her face, her clothes ordinary, and her eyes were bright. expectant, soft, knowing, and chishiya thought of the sun. and grinned, "i'm starting to." inspired by tangled

CURRENTLY UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING REVISED CHAPTERS: 2 "human relationships." he explained, a small chuckle leaving his throat, "i don't care about people's hearts. i don't want to know how people work or how they think. they're all selfish anyways." you didn't interrupt him, despite how you wanted to disagree. people weren't selfish, at least not everyone. and like chishiya had told you before, wasn't being selfish sometimes a good thing? shouldn't you be allowed to want certain things for yourself? once more your thoughts paused and the feather light touch of a hand against yours could be felt, not quite finding purchase but enough for you to feel that he was there. or maybe it was meant to reassure himself. his throat moved, perhaps his attempt to clear the tightness and arrange the words evidently playing on the tip of his tongue. "but then i met you. and it was weird. i had never been so interested in a human being before. and through time i found that..." he paused, glancing up for a brief moment before holding your fingers more securely, "you're the only heart i want to learn more about."

kyung-jun curses you under his breath, "let go you crazy bitch-" "can you stop being stubborn for just one moment and take it? or is your pride too precious to protect that you'd deny help from someone willing to give it?" kyung-jun's movements cease at your words. instead of fighting, he begins watching you closely, sizing you up, and you have no issue copying his actions. you watch his face just as intently, catching the way he digests your words, his resolve unfolding slowly as his fingers slacken beneath your own. the exact moment of his defeat is found in the way his anger settles, growing quieter, but never leaving entirely. he may realize the truth in your words, but it doesn't mean he has to like it. whatever. it doesn't matter to you. you saw right through him then. for someone with walls so high, it was easy to climb up and look inside. a night has come fanfic. ko kyung-jun x reader.

"don't look at me like that." you lean back, his harsh tone echoing in your ears, "like what?" he lifts up a hand, gesturing vaguely at your face, "like that." your furrow your eyebrows in confusion, "i don't follow." his frustration grows, and kyung-jun abruptly stands, his chair scraping across the floor. he stares down at you, his entire face twisted in anger, "do you pity me or something? do you think i need help? that you need to fix me?" "what? no," you find yourself on your feet, pleading with him desperately so he doesn't misunderstand, "kyung-jun, i swear that is not what this is." maybe at first that's what it felt like. guilt. an obligation to save kyung-jun's life when he had saved your own. but somewhere along the way, sometime during those tender, simple moments in his presence, you found that kyung-jun was different than you anticipated. he wasn't the bully you heard whispers about. there was more to him that he let on, than he allowed others to see. nowadays, when your eyes find his own, you see a boy who is hurting. who shoulders a heavy burden all alone. "then why the fuck are you barging into my life acting like you care?" 'because you'll die if i don't.' a night has come alternate universe. inspired by lovely runner & twinkling watermelon.