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restlessmaknae · 8 months

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heart says yes [serim]

''i didn't know where else to go'' + "let’s get you cleaned up'' with bad boy!Serim

➳ Characters: implied bad boy!Serim x female!reader/you

➳ Genre: slice of life, angst

➳ Words: 1.7k

➳ Warning: mentions of bruises, blood, treating wounds

➳ A/N: This story was requested by @tsunchani for my request event, so I hope you enjoy it! ❤️Since you haven't specified the hurt comfort prompts, I've chosen the two mentioned above. Plus, I think this story fits the bad boy!au better than a mafia!au that you've specifically requested, but you can still see it as a mafia fic if you wish since there are no specifications said about Serim's identity.

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➳ CRAVITY taglist: @tsunchani, @dat-town

Serim was like a shadow around the corner shop you worked; he was usually invisible, but you could feel him lingering there. You welcomed him coming in time and time again, but he was always pretty quiet, so you didn’t try striking up a conversation with him. You didn’t even assume that he could have it in him to stand up for you against some thugs who had come in for alcohol, but he did so, and something akin to fear lingered in the air when the men noticed who had spoken up.

That was the day you got to know his name. You wanted to thank him somehow, so you said that his purchase was on you, but he insisted that it wasn’t necessary. Somewhere along the way though, you introduced yourself, and he did the same, but he did it so carefully as if he was afraid of letting you know who he was that you didn’t push him for more questions.

The subtle signs were always there - him wearing all black clothes all the time, the loose ones that allowed him to get away from the curious eyes because he got lost in the darkness of his garments; his fingers dressed in calluses, a hint that he was working with his hands a lot; him always paying by cash and coming here late enough at night to not bump into anyone but you most of the time; and being as reserved as one could be -, but you didn’t pay attention to them. To be precise, you didn’t want to. This might not have been the safest neighbourhood, but he looked as harmless as one could be with his unruly midnight black locks frequently getting into his deep, dark eyes, his words gentle and soft-spoken when he exchanged a few meaningless words with you at the counter, and his subtle acts like leaving the change behind for you or leaving a bottle of ginger tea on the counter when he noticed that you were quite raspy due to a cold.

He was always there, swimming around the edges of your pond - a constant presence, though not yet a permanent visitor -, and you gazed at him from afar because you were similarly afraid to get too close. You were afraid that if you did so, you would get drowned, the waves crashing down on you, and keeping you down, down until you heaved your last breath. Though the bottom was as alluring as it could be…

Then, one night, a motorbike parked on the pavement before the store, and everything changed. It was after closing hours, and you already put the ‘closed’ sign on the door. You just started counting the remaining cash to let the colleague in the morning shift know how much was the starting amount when you heard shuffling from the staff room. Nobody else was supposed to be there, except you, so you held your phone in your hand, your fingers hovering over the quick emergency call button as you made your way to the back of the store. You remembered closing the back door of the staff room that led to the outside area after you had taken out the trash, so your boss or a colleague might have come in with a key or someone had broken in from behind.

With shaky breaths, you turned the doorknob and flung the door open, your fingers itching to push the emergency call button before you recognised the figure crouching by the supply shelf.

“Serim!” You breathed out, both relieved and concerned, as you pushed your phone into the pocket of your jeans. The boy looked up when you called his name, and the fresh burgundy bruises painting the pale canvas of his skin made your heart churn. His words even more so.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know where else to go,” he admitted, his voice coming out hoarse. Your brain might have told you to stay away from him, especially when he showed up unannounced at your workplace after probably being beaten up, but your heart was in control, and it didn’t let you send him away. Instead, you found yourself saying:

“It’s okay,” you tried with a reassuring nod, but you weren’t sure whether you were trying to ease his nerves or yours. Yet, despite your heart hammering away rapidly, you crouched down to be at eye-level with him, and pushed a few stray locks out of his eyes, revealing even more dark patches underneath. After examining his bruises, your eyes found his orbs already boring into yours, and for a moment, you felt yourself falter, falling into that sea of oblivion. It would have been so easy to not object, to give in to that tension that sparkled between you two, but you couldn’t sway. At least, that was what your brain told you. Your heart was telling a completely different story.

You cleared your throat, detaching yourself from the mystery that his eyes were, and announced:

“Now, let’s get you cleaned up!”

Even if the boy wanted to disagree, you were quick to search for the first-aid kit that you kept in a locker among other supplies that you or your colleagues might need for work. Sometimes you might cut your fingers or crash into a shelf, so the first-aid kit was always much appreciated, and it was usually fully packed, much to your relief.

You shuffled back to the boy with the first-aid kit in your hand, and you were surprised to find him standing as opposed to his previous crouching position. Upon seeing it, you hesitated a bit, but then the boy with the most beautiful midnight-black eyes broke the silence:

“You don’t have to do this,” he said, resigned, his words coming out like a goodbye, a choice, a crossroad. Something in you told you that he genuinely didn’t expect you to help, he just didn’t know where else to go, but it hurt for you to hear it from him - like he had already given up on you and on himself.

“But I want to, so I will!” You announced, a bit more indignant than you would have expected from yourself, and in the surprised glint of his eyes, you could tell that he was just as perplexed by your confident response as you were. Maybe that’s why he didn’t object when you asked him to sit on the nearby chair, so that you would have a better access to his bruises.

You tried hard not to concentrate on the way his eyes were constantly following your moves as if he was still doubtful that you would go along with it, but you diligently cleaned his bruises as best as you could. You had never had to tend to bruises like these ones before, and you were sure that Serim would comment on your lack of experience, but he stayed quiet. He only grumbled when you started putting antiseptic on his wounds.

“I’m sorry. I’ll try to be quick,” you promised, and he nodded. The bruise around his lips seemed like the most painful one, no wonder he made an inaudible sound when you put the cream on it. Simultaneously, the boy grabbed your left arm - that you left hanging by your side - to hold onto it while you were working on him, and his grip was so desperate that you felt your stomach drop.

Serim had always seemed so strong, so powerful, someone who wouldn’t need the assistance of anyone, let alone yours, but now he was holding onto you like his last piece of hope, and you had no idea whether that should comfort you or torn you apart even more. You didn’t even know whether you should pay attention to the crazy beating of your heart or the way your stomach was twisting and turning with both fear and anticipation.

“It’s done,” you said when you finished with the antiseptic, and as he looked up from his eyelashes, his fingers still holding onto your wrists firmly, his lips bruised, his face covered in a palette of purple, red and blueish colours, you had the urge to hug him, to tell him that it would be okay, to caress his wounded cheeks. Did you have the right though? Would he let you?

“Thank you, really.”

“It’s okay. You’ve saved me from those thugs sometime ago, we can say that we’re even now,” you croaked out, hoping to put together a coherent sentence when all you could think about was the gentle darkness of his eyes, the way a miniature version of you reflected back in them as if it was so natural and the abyss of him that you wouldn’t mind getting lost in.

His lips twitched and you didn’t know whether it was because of the pain or your words, and he didn’t say so. You merely gazed at each other, the moment stretching long and heralding something more, something different, something vulnerable between you two. The urges in you grew stronger, and before you could realise what you were doing, you were already reaching for his other hand that wasn’t holding yours, and gave it a light squeeze.

Serim looked surprised for a few seconds, but then he looked at your hands in a different way - he seemed thankful, touched even -, and when he spoke up, gentle and soft and warm like a blanket on a cold night, you breathed in his words, letting them fill your lungs and heart.

“Can we… can we stay like this for a few more seconds?”

Anytime, you wanted to say, but the words died on the tip of your tongue, so you merely nodded, and let him hold onto you just like you were holding onto him.

Maybe, just maybe, no matter what your brain was trying to tell you, your heart would still go for him, fight for him, care for him, and if you had to choose between the two in that moment, you would follow your heart.

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restlessmaknae · 7 months

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comfort [kang daniel]

kang daniel with a university/college student!au + “you are, without a doubt, the only person who can make me smile right now”.

➳ Characters: uni student!Kang Daniel x uni student!female reader/you

➳ Genre: slice of life, uni au, comforting, friends to lovers (implied)

➳ Words: 1.3k

➳ Warning: mentions of reader having a period, argument with friend

➳ A/N: This story was requested by @tranquilpetrichor for my request event. I hope you enjoy it! ❤️This story is partly inspired by real-life events, so thank you for the request, at least I could channel my frustration into this story haha.

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➳ Taglist: @dat-town

You had the crappiest weekend ever.

You had been supposed to see one of your favourite singers on Sunday, you had made all the arrangements (booked the hotel, booked the train, told everyone about it and managed to drag your best friend with you, turning the Saturday night concert into a girly weekend with some sightseeing in a city that you hadn't been to a lot of times) only to have been told last minute that the singer had fallen ill, and the concert had to be cancelled. You had been shattered, but decided to go along with it.

However, on Sunday, the café you had put on the plan had been closed for technical reasons, the museum had not met your expectations, and besides, the weather had been horrendous. It had been raining all day with stormy winds, and your best friend huffed all the time that she hadn't enjoyed the weather and you should have known that this weekend was cursed from the start. To which, you couldn't have helped but retort that if she hadn't wanted to come, she should have just told you, you could have been fine, but neither the cancellation of the concert, nor the weather had been your fault. You had taken it upon yourself to arrange the travel and the accommodation in return for her coming with you, you had looked up sights that she would probably enjoy, and she had always said that whatever was fine with her, you could decide.

Yet, after the news of the cancellation, she had started turning everything against you which you hadn't enjoyed, to say the least. You had probably been angrier and more disappointed that it had all gone downhill after all the preparations, but she had just complained and complained. You had ended Sunday with an argument that had led you two to go back to the uni dorms almost in complete silence. Two hours worth of a train ride had never seemed so long, and if it had not been enough, your period had arrived on Sunday night, so you hadn't even slept well.

No wonder the 8am lecture on Monday didn't seem that appealing, but you didn't want to slack off and let the crappy weekend affect your studies, so you still decided to go. With one hand on your stomach (as if it could ease your cramps) and the other flipping through your notebook, you were praying that today's lecture would go by quickly.

You were so lost in thought that you almost didn't notice someone sitting down beside you, and if it had not been for Daniel's familiar deep voice reaching your ears, you would have probably not even looked up.

"Hey! How are you?" The boy inquired genuinely as he plopped down beside you, fishing his books and notebooks out of his bag. You were glad that he didn't look your way while doing so because you needed the time to pull yourself together.

"Hey!" You replied after a few seconds of silence, your voice coming out quite feebly. You cleared your throat before continuing though. "Not bad. And you?" You forced the words out, hoping that he didn't take note of the weariness in your voice. It was rather difficult to fake being happy, so you tried your best to numb your pain instead.

However, Kang Daniel was a psychology major for a reason. He was excellent at reading people's moods, and he was even better at comforting people. You had this one lecture together - Business Psychology, an elective for you as a Business major and an elective for him as a Psychology major -, but even during the time before these lectures and during short exercises the prof gave you, you could get to know just how kind and compassionate he was. One thing you had realised quite early on was that he was rather soft-spoken despite his deep, raspy voice (and on a side note, he had the most adorable eye-smile and dimples combo). He had definitely surprised you with his maturity and gentleness, you hadn't expected it from him when he had sat beside you during the first lecture in his all black outfit.

During the past two months, you had become acquainted with each other, and had even met up a few times outside of lectures - both purposefully and both by accident -, and you would say you had become quite the friends. Maybe even more than friends, but neither of you wanted to force anything, so you were getting to know each other slowly.

Yet, exactly the thing that you liked about him the most (his attentiveness) was why you felt a bit uncomfortable now under the searching gaze of his, in the crossroads of his worried eyes.

"You sure? Is everything alright?"

In vain it would be if you tried to deny it, so you let out an aghast sigh as you shook your head.

"Do you want to talk about it? You don't have to, but if you want to, I'm listening," he offered as gently as one could once he stopped packing his stuff, and now, he put his elbow on top of his books, his jaw resting on the top of his hand.

You didn't even know where to begin, but you started somewhere and the rest followed. You realised that once you started talking about it, it came easier to share even those concerns that you hadn't voiced out before (like as the fear of losing your best friend over something like this), and Daniel listened, asking a few guiding questions to fill the plot holes of your stories. It was actually quite deliberating talking about all of the things that had bugged you lately. Usually, you vented to your best friend, but with her still not having replied to your latest message and with her being a part of why you were upset in the first place, you couldn't do so.

"Do you want me to leave you be and not force you to talk? Or do you want me to talk about my weekend?" He offered the options before he tilted his head and added a third one. "Or maybe do you want to see new pics of my cats to cheer you up?"

Hearing his question, your lips immediately curled upwards, and your voice softened a bit when you spoke up.

"The cat pics sound the most appealing right now."

"Alright, here you go," Daniel announced with a dimpled smile as he took a hold of his phone and started going through his phone's gallery. He showed the latest pics and videos of his cats back home sleeping, playing with their toys, chasing after each other and bothering his mother while she was trying to watch a movie. You found yourself smiling and giggling at what he showed you, and when he reached the end of his new photos, he looked up at you and merely stared at you, an expectant smile hiding in the corner of his lips.

"Thank you for these. You are, without a doubt, the only person who can make me smile right now," you admitted honestly, and earned a more shy version of his previous smile. He didn't even have time to comment on it though because the professor walked in, but it was enough how he comforted you with his words, with his silence and with his presence. He was a great person, and you were glad to have him in your life.

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restlessmaknae · 8 months

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better together [serim]

“don’t look at me like that” with serim + academic rivals/children of rival families to lovers [requested by @dat-town]

➳ Characters: Serim x female!reader/you

➳ Genre: slice of life, coming of age, real-life bittersweet

➳ Words: 2k

➳ Warning: mentions of pressuring parents, seeing a counsellor

➳ A/N: This story was requested by the lovely @dat-town for my request event, so I truly hope that you enjoy it, dear! ❤️

You can still request stories for the event: you can find the guidelines here and the masterlist here.

➳ CRAVITY taglist: @tsunchani, @dat-town

Park Serim was someone you truly despised.

The boy seemed to have it all: the looks, the smarts, the friends and even the surprisingly down-to-earth personality. You had lived in the same affluent neighbourhood where every family had at least one politician, doctor, lawyer, businessman, entrepreneur or heir to a conglomerate living under the posh roof of their mansion, and you were no exception. What complicated things was that your father and Serim’s father worked in the same industry, in pretty much the same position, and their companies were neck-to-neck in a constant battle. No wonder you two were destined to be rivals from the very start, especially because you were the same age.

You had both excelled at school, but what had fuelled your determination had been the pressure from your parents, not from him. In fact, he had never made a comment on the tense relationship between your parents, had never pointed out if he had scored one more point than you on a test, if he had earned a compliment from a teacher when you had made a mistake in the same class or anything that would have signalled that he had thought of himself as someone better than you.

On the other hand, all of the parents, all of the teachers and all of your classmates had made it apparent time and time again that you were the two top students in the year, just like how your parents had been at university. At one point, your mother had mused that not going to the same school with Park Serim would put you in the best light, yet your father had no intention of giving in, saying that it would look like you had tried to back away from the challenge, you had lost again Serim.

So you had stayed, living each day under the crippling pressure from your parents to do at least as well as Serim, if not better; in the watching eyes of your classmates who were yearning for some drama between you two, sneakily like mosquitoes looking for blood; and with the constant knot in your stomach that one day, you might mess it all up. You had held out because you had told yourself that university would be better, yet little did you know, you had been admitted to the same university with Serim, under the same department, albeit for a different course.

Park Serim was someone you tried so hard to despise.

Yet, seeing the young, captivating man the lanky boy had grown into in the hallways, hearing his name in girls’ muffled conversations who were checking him out, and constantly being reminded that he was, in fact, a good person with a big heart - helping some girls with their boxes and suitcases when moving into the dorms, tutoring a junior who was struggling with Advanced Maths in the library, being in the students’ union and campaigning for accessible mental health options - made it truly difficult to despise him. He was your rival after all, so why couldn’t he be arrogant like his father, why couldn’t he have bad manners, why couldn’t he be the womaniser type, so that you could hate him? Most important of all, why… why on Earth could he never drag you down, humiliate you or trigger you to snap at him, to call him names, to hate him for the rest of your life?

The truth is, it was because he had never hated you in the first place, and he made sure that you knew that when he bumped into you at a students’ union party, and you (probably) looked pathetic in his eyes, standing in the corner with no one to talk to. You didn’t need his pity, so you left almost immediately after your conversation, puzzled about how to feel about him and his confession.

His words rang in your ears whenever you passed by him in the following weeks, his words were mocking you for all the past instances when you had made yourself see more into things, and made you believe that he truly hated you. Time after time, you found it more and more difficult to hate him, let alone when you crossed paths when you were both at your most vulnerable - when you both sat in the corridor, waiting for your respective counsellors, the ones he had campaigned so much for.

You had assumed that he had only done it for others because as selfless as he was, he always put others first, but as it turned out, he needed those sessions just as much as you did, but you wouldn’t have told him about your side if it hadn’t been for him speaking up first.

“Do you find the sessions useful?” He broke the silence that fell upon the two of you in this secluded part of the building, the grand door at the end of the corridor keeping out all the noises of cheerful giggling, shuffling feet and the mindless chatter of the carefree university students. The atmosphere on the two sides of the door could not have been any different, but you didn’t mind for you couldn’t really relate to all that was going on on the other side of it.

You turned your gaze towards the boy who was looking at you as if you had been an intricately put together equation that he couldn’t quite decipher. You didn’t blame him, you felt the same way towards him.

“I do,” you responded curtly, wondering how much he wanted to know. There was nothing pressuring in his gaze, if anything, he stared at you like someone who cared, but that just made you feel more vulnerable and even smaller than before.

“I’m glad,” he nodded, and whether it was relief on his part or approval, you couldn’t tell, but one thing was for sure, Serim did look lighter. His shoulders easened, and the ends of his lips turned upwards, only a tiny bit. There was a ghost of a smile playing on his lips, and even that was a bit bittersweet. You didn’t expect him to continue, but he did so as he turned his face from yours to look ahead of himself as if he was reminiscing.

“I do, too,” he added belatedly, referring to finding the sessions useful. He was playing with his fingers, busy drawing invisible patterns on his skin while talking. “I really needed someone to talk to, someone who doesn’t know about our families, or at least, someone who doesn’t judge. I feel like we’ve been in that suffocating atmosphere for so long, it was difficult to break out and think any differently than how we’ve been brought up.”

Looking at his side profile while listening to his words made you feel conflicted; a part of you only knew him from afar, from a safe distance, by the sidelines, and you had always made sure that it stayed that way. Now, you could see the flaws in his flawless facade; the slight blemishes along the edges of his skin, the bulge of his Adam's apple while he was pulling himself together for an answer, the slight shake of his long, delicate eyelashes. You realised that you had never looked at him before, you had merely looked through him - as if looking at him would burn you, it would hurt you, it would make you feel worse -, but now, you felt more understood than ever before. His words touched your soul, the part of you that you kept behind closed doors, tucked far away from the curious eyes, keys upon keys guarding the entrance.

“I’ve assumed that you didn’t feel this way. You looked like you were at peace with it all, like the pressure didn’t bother you,” you vocalised, the Serim of the present right in front of you and the Serim in your memories clashing against each other. You had always, wrongly, assumed that he had it under control, that he was like a stone that could never be shaken or swayed, but now you realised that he was neither stern, nor unbreakable.

“I’ve tried to make myself believe the same, that it didn’t bother me,” he admitted between shaky breaths, and he looked back at you when you inquired:

“Was it your choice to come here?”

It could have been his parents for all you knew even though you couldn’t imagine them taking his mental or physical health into account as long as he was the best. It could have been his peers taking note of his changing habits or his friends who were worried about him. It could have been a professor like in your case who was concerned seeing your fatigued state given your always overachieving self.

Serim nodded, slowly at first as if he was afraid of the consequences of his actions, then he bobbed his head a second time - more confident than for the first time.

“How about you?”

You nodded, too, and he yet again masked his face in something that prickled at your skin, solely because you weren’t used to seeing this, seeing all that curiosity and affection and need to protect. Your first instinct was to pull up the walls around you, to resist, to turn away.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you found yourself saying, the words leaving your mouth feebly despite the warning edge to them. Serim was understandably perplexed for you didn’t usually talk to him like that.

“Like what?”

“Like you care.”

“But I do,” he confessed without thinking twice about it, and your lips parted seeing how unwavering he was with his response. Seeing you blink at him in confusion, he answered your unasked question, too. “It hurts me to know that there’s someone who might have gone through the same that I did, or even if not the same, then something similar.”

The fragile confession that left his mouth while you were both waiting for your turn with your own counsellor made you seen, heard and understood by someone whom you had assumed to be feeling something completely different. Never in your life would you have expected Park Serim to be the one to deliberately want to care about you, but the truth is, you realised that you wanted to do the same. Seeing how much he helped out and cared for others around him - yourself included -, you didn’t want to wish anything ill onto him despite your parents’ rivalry.

You couldn’t say anything to his words though because the door of your counsellor’s office flew open, and after the student before you left, you were invited in. However, when you finished with your session, you found Serim sitting in the same chair after his own session, and despite the urge in you to walk past him as if you hadn’t knowledged his presence (like you usually did), you walked up to him, asking how he felt (something that was asked from you both at the beginning and at the end of your sessions). His smile was genuine this time when he replied that he felt good, he felt relieved.

“Me too,” you agreed, and let your lips curl a tiny bit upwards before giving in to his suggestion to walk back to the dorms together.

Because being together with him suddenly didn’t feel wrong or bad, it actually felt good. It felt like a safe haven to escape to, and you realised that Park Serim could never be someone you truly despised. Not anymore.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this story of mine! Let me know what you think!

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restlessmaknae · 2 months

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veritas vos liberabit // kim junseo

enemies to friends to lovers high school au with a murder mystery + “as far as i’m concerned, that never happened” + wei’s junseo

➳ Characters: high school student!Junseo x high school student!female reader/you

➳ Genre: enemies to friends to implied lovers, dark academia au, boarding school au, murder mystery

➳ Words: 1.8k

➳ Warning: mentions of murder, suicide, cheating (not on the main characters' part), money laundering, bullying

➳ A/N: This story was requested by the lovely @ishuayou for my request event. I hope you enjoy it! ❤️

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➳ WEi taglist: @dat-town, @hyu-won, @littlestartonightsposts, @ishuayou, @squiishymeow, @s00buwu

Non scholae sed vitae discimus

This was the motto of the boarding school you attended which means ‘we do not learn for school, but for life’, and more often than not, it proved to be true. In the treacherous hallways of the school, everyone was on their own. Even if certain students formed cliques, they were short-lived forms of alliance until one or more of them were accused of something scandalous. That’s how you had fallen out with two girls after your father - a politician in your home country - was rumoured to be cheating on your mother. You had ‘cheater’s daughter’ written all over your locker in permanent marker the day after the news had gotten out, and students had given you suspicious glances everywhere you had gone as if you had been the one cheating on someone.

Sadly though, you weren’t the only case of castaway isolation. It seemed as if it was a game by now, the target falling on a different pupil every other day. Since everyone came from a wealthy family, each and every one of you could be a target for something. Your father might have cheated on your mother, but one student’s cousin committed suicide and they started asking him if he was next; one student had a CEO as their father who was accused of money laundering; one student’s sister ended up in jail after breaking into a stranger’s house at midnight, drunk and high, and the list went on and on.

You did learn for life, after all. You learned that there were multiple ways one could humiliate another human being, and that you could never trust someone because they only had you in their favour until your picture perfect facade didn’t waver. Once it did, you were as easily disposable as a piece of trash.

That’s why you were wary to let Junseo in when he had first shown signs that he was different. When you had started attending the same school together, you had firmly told him that he shouldn’t speak to you because your families were rivals, so were you. They had both worked in the fashion industry, always coming in the worldwide sales neck-to-neck, and the Kims tried to uphold a perfect family image just like your family did so. You hated every second you had needed to work with him on an assignment, talk to him during Latin classes or sit beside him during modern literature classes.

However, he had been the one who had tried to clean the permanent marker off your locker that one time, and since you had told him to stay away from you, he had to do it out of the goodness of his heart. He had also been the one who had stood up for you when you had needed to go back home for a funeral, and some girls had accused you of going on a vacation during term time. He had been the one to buy you peppermint tea when you had been on your period and hadn’t been able to leave your room due to your cramps.

Little by little, the boy had managed to break down your walls, and if there was someone you would consider as your friend, it would be Kim Junseo himself.

Timendi causa nescire est

Ignorance is the cause of fear, that’s what Junseo told you when a dead body was found on school grounds, and the school committee presumed that it was due to suicide since it happened after midterms. Since the school was in the highlands, and had its own campus with a nursery, two grocery shops, one post office, a stationery shop and a special affairs office (which was supposed to be the closest thing to a disciplinary office), they never notified the police because the school said that it would handle everything by itself.

Besides, your boarding school was said to be an exemplary one, one of the best ones in the world, why would anyone assume anything other than suicide? The deceased student’s parents would most likely want to sweep the news under the rug anyway because suicide was seen as a sign of weakness, especially among your social circle. No one would dare to question what happened.

No one, but you and Junseo.

It’s because Hamin’s - the deceased student’s - locker was above Junseo’s, and on the day the news of his death came to light, Junseo slipped a piece of paper in front of you in a secluded corner of the school library. It read:

“As far as I’m concerned, that never happened.”

“It was tucked into the bottom of his locker, so when I opened mine, it fell out,” the boy explained, and you furrowed your eyebrows in question upon his words.

“Do you think someone had something on him?”

“Or he had something on someone else, and maybe they cornered him on the rooftop. I rather doubt Hamin would have jumped off himself,” he added contemplatively, and you had to give it to him that he was right. If there was anyone in your whole year who didn’t seem affected by the budding ground of hatred and humiliation that the whole school was about, it would be Hamin himself. He was always so carefree and chatty, and he hadn’t been the target of any bullying (a rare case), so he didn’t seem to have a reason to end his own life.

“Maybe you’re right. Hamin is a kind-hearted student,” you started, then corrected yourself after clearing your throat. “He was a kind-hearted student, but he had a loose mouth. Maybe he saw something that he shouldn’t have or knew too much, and it backfired,” you mused out loud, trying to keep your voice quiet in case there were other students around who could eavesdrop on your conversation. After all, you could never know at this school.

You exchanged a glance with Junseo, and you could immediately tell that he was thinking the same: you needed to investigate it or else, no one would do it. So you went up to check on the rooftop, but they closed down the entrance to the rooftop, so you could only peek above the tapes and fences, trying to see if anything was off about the place. Nothing seemed out of ordinary, but it didn’t mean that that was all that was to it.

So you kept up your suspicions, listening in on conversations that seemed relevant, examining students’ body language when Hamin’s death was brought up, and Junseo even tried matching the handwriting on the piece of paper he found to the ones he saw in the teachers’ office when he helped the English teacher correct some tests. At first, nothing seemed to work out, but then, the rooftop was open to the public again, and you found a lighter with ‘CY’ engraved into it.

Even though smoking was strictly prohibited on school grounds, everyone knew that there were students who smoked, and the teachers probably knew about it too, yet let it slide because you all came from wealthy families, and they were paid to teach you, paid a hefty amount on top of them. So they turned a blind eye to most, if not all, breaches.

“Choi Yoonsung?” You quirked an eyebrow in question, pondering whether there was anyone else with the same initials in your year. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he smoked. His family owns a tobacco company after all,” you noted, and even though you had not seen the said boy smoking, anything could happen here. Even a murder.

“I feel like we’re missing something here. Yoonsung couldn’t just throw Hamin over the edge because of his lighter,” Junseo mused out loud while turning the lighter in his hands as if it could help him put the pieces together. It didn’t, but it lit a spark that turned into a full-blown fire.

A wildfire that couldn’t be contained.

Veritas vitæ magistra

You never really believed in the saying that truth was the teacher of life because there were too many two-faced people in your social circle, too many lies and facades, and you could never know when someone was being genuine or they were merely playing their part in the grand charade of boarding school society.

Well, not until you had to discover the truth behind Hamin’s death yourself. It wasn’t easy, and it took you two almost a month to figure out, but when the truth came to light - all your proof put together into a folder and sent to both Hamin’s parents and the special affairs official -, there was no way to cover up anymore what happened.

What happened was that Yoonsung and Soomin had been going out together, but kept it a secret because Soomin had been forced to date a different boy (and keep it long distance while she was at the boarding school) for her family’s sake. Hamin had walked in on them kissing once but said nothing. Then, he had bumped into them on the rooftop that night, and made a joke about them being a power couple at school. Yoonsung had started threatening the boy while the cigarette was still hanging out of his mouth. When the cigarette’s light had gone out while they had been arguing, Yoonsung had tried to light it up again, but Hamin had tried to hold him back. That’s when the boy had pushed him so forcefully that he had managed to push Hamin over the edge of the rooftop. It had always been too short for someone as tall as Hamin, but it had never caused such a calamity before. However, it had been dark, Yoonsung and Soomin had been frustrated already, and the ground had been slippery because of the day’s rain accumulating on the rooftop and along its rails.

How did you come to the conclusion of all these? You had found the note Soomin had left in Hamin’s locker, identified that it belonged to her based on her handwriting, had found Yoonsung’s lighter on the rooftop, had overheard one of Soomin’s friends talking about the girl’s supposedly fake relationship with a foreigner boy outside of school, had stumbled upon a half-burnt picture of the two of them one day on the rooftop, and many more hints like that. It had not been easy, Yoonsung and Soomin had guarded their secret as if it had been their own child, but the truth always came to light.

Veritas vos liberabit was written over the door of the special affairs office that you walked out of with Junseo by your side, and when you looked at each other, you felt your shoulders drop in ease and your heart beating somewhat lighter. Maybe that’s why you let Junseo reach out to you and pull you towards himself, so you could rest your head on his shoulder while you were walking.

The truth will liberate you all.

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restlessmaknae's request event [masterlist]

Here, you can find the requests for my request event (and the stories for them will be listed here when I post them):

1. enchanted -> "i'm not blushing" with mark lee [requested by @dat-town]

2. better together -> "don't look at me like that" with serim + academic rivals/children of rival families to friends/lovers [requested by @dat-town]

3. heart says yes -> implied bad boy!serim x f!reader with hurt comfort prompts [requested by @tsunchani]

4. spicy noodle love -> wish from epex with an athlete!au + “yeah, you’re in love with me" [requested by @tranquilpetrichor]

5. comfort -> kang daniel with a university/college student!au + ''you are, without a doubt, the only person who can make me smile right now" [requested by @tranquilpetrichor]

6. hotel shenanigans -> best friends to lovers yeonjun + "if you asked me to marry you tomorrow, i’d say yes.“ “what about today? [requested by @stories-inbetween-the-stars]

7. so far, so close -> daehyeon x reader - friends to lovers + “you’re my friend, but… sometimes i wish you were more than that." / “we’re not just friends. you know that." / “don’t speak, just… kiss me."

8. veritas vos liberabit -> enemies to friends to lovers high school au with a murder mystery + “as far as i'm concerned, that never happened.” prompt with wei’s junseo [requested by @ishuayou]

9. it's your moment, baby -> wooyoung + enemies to lovers + "if i do this, do you promise to stop harassing me?" "absolutely not. what kinda sick request is that?" [requested by @stories-inbetween-the-stars]

Guide to the request event can be found HERE.

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hai, can i please request mafia!jungmo/serim x f!reader with hurt comfort promps? thank you ^^

Hi,

Thank you so much for your request!

You can find the published story here.

I've slightly modified the au, I didn't specify what Serim was, but I hope you still enjoy it.

Hope you have a lovely day/night! 🥰

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restlessmaknae's request event [guide]

Celebrating 6 years on Tumblr and a number of followers I thought I would never reach, I would like to repay you for your love and support in the form of a request event. Writing is a hobby of mine that allows me to escape, to push my boundaries, and to leave an impact on readers. Even if you crack a smile, laugh at the words or feel understood by them, I'm truly honoured that you've joined me on this journey. 💞

Now, onto the good stuff.

As voted by you, readers, in a previous poll of mine, you can request stories based on genres, settings, but you can also throw a prompt into the mix.

HOW DOES THAT WORK?

You send me an ask with a genre and/or setting and a certain idol in mind, but you can add a prompt from these lists as well (they might help with certain settings):

Prompt list #1: Enemies to lovers but one is injured

Prompt list #2: Prompts for ex-lovers

Prompt list #3: Sacred romantic moments

Prompt list #4: Hurt comfort starters

Prompt list #5: "I HATE YOU, BUT I JUST DID SOMETHING TO HELP YOU AND NOW I NEED TO EXPLAIN MYSELF" prompts

Here are some examples:

best friends to lovers with Jake (Enhypen)

prince!Intak (P1Harmony) in a fantasy kingdom

zombie apocalypse au with Serim (Cravity) + enemies to lovers

[prompt] with Hyunsuk (CIX)

[prompt] with Hyunsuk (CIX) + exes to lovers

[prompt] with Hyunsuk (CIX) + exes to lovers + murder mystery

RULES

Smaus, bulleted stories and reaction stories can't be requested

I don't write smut, and if I feel uncomfortable by your request, I have the right to reject it and not write it

Only member x reader/OC, no member x member stories can be requested (you can specify if you want a gender-neutral reader insert story, otherwise I write female!reader stories)

I decide on how long the story will be, but I plan on writing stories less than 5k for this event (so expect drabbles and one-shots)

There's no deadline by which I plan on posting your story, it depends on how much time I have beside my full-time job and how much inspiration I have for your requested story - so please, bear with me, I'll get around to it as soon as I can 🥰

One user can request up to 2 stories - for tagging reasons, I kindly ask you to let me know about the blog you want me to tag in case you would write the ask on anon (for instance, if your main blog isn't kpop-related, you can write on anon and tell me your kpop sideblog's URL/username)

I close the requests after receiving 12 requests or by 30th September - whichever comes first

I will combine all the requests into a masterlist as soon as they start coming in, so you know that I've received your message

BANDS/ARTISTS YOU CAN MAKE REQUESTS FOR:

A.C.E

ATEEZ

CIX

CRAVITY

ENHYPEN

EPEX

GOLDEN CHILD

NCT (Mark, Johnny, Jaehyun, Doyoung, all of WayV)

ONEUS

P1HARMONY

PENTAGON

SF9

THE BOYZ

TXT

VERIVERY

VICTON

WEI

Soloists: Kang Daniel, Woodz, Demian, Ong Seungwoo, Park Jihoon

If you have more questions, don't hesitate to ask me!

Otherwise, enjoy the event and request to your heart's content! 🥰

Tagging everyone on my taglist in case you would be interested in requesting (some I couldn't tag, unfortunately): @dat-town, @stories-inbetween-the-stars, @koishua, @tranquilpetrichor, @americanokisses, @effulgentfireflies, @kuleo26, @wccycc, @littlestartonightsposts, @squiishymeow, @sunooslover, @heyditseeey, @syrxiee2, @tsunchani, @hyunjinswife, @sweetjaemss, @laaylaaz, @fvrteez, @chaeryeongs-wife, @hyu-won, @bamboongi, @kyusqult, @chang-ryul, @winterbeartaehyungbestboy, @i2kittenz, @miafox117, @hannieyooon, @soobin-chois, @ishuayou

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