All wrapped in one, he was so many sins. GEUM SEONGJE. / oc ✶ Weak Hero Class 2 spacegirls © 2026.

"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.

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

Torment, burns, cut hair, damp clothes. Thats not what a normal child should come home to, but yet that was what Do Nari daily life was like. But she got away. At least she thought she did. - However, her past had came back to haunt her.. And the only person she could run to keep her safe is also the only who can also bring a lot of danger to her life... Kang wooyoung. Will this story end happily?

━━❝𝗪𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘁, 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲?❞ Na Baek-jin and Hwang Seo-ha were childhood best friends, closer than anyone else. But as they grew up, silence, scars, and distance took over. He shut the world-her most of all. And she walked away. Yet deep down, a quiet longing remained. ᴡᴇᴀᴋ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴄʟᴀss ᴛᴡᴏ ／ ɴᴀ ʙᴀᴇᴋ-ᴊɪɴ

-'★'- : ̗̀➛ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a new girl from Eunjang begins to catch the Union's attention. ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ [weak hero class 2] [Geum Seongje x fem!oc] (do not copy my work) (do not take inspiration without my permission) {on going} {Start : 02/26} {End : n/a}

𝐉𝐈𝐖𝐎𝐎 steps into Eunjang High, disguised as a boy-not just to fulfill the promise she made to her older brother, but to dig up the truth behind the betrayal that shattered her former gang and left her with scars no one can see. 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐊 know that the quiet new boy in class is actually a girl with a mission sharp enough to cut through steel. And without asking why, without needing a reason, he chooses to stand by her side. Secrets, fists, and loyalty: some things are worth bleeding for. go hyuntak x fem!oc

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.

( friends ) ───── han yumi was the kind of girl who didn't belong at a place like eunjang. she returned like a ghost, keeping her head down like the silence might make her invisible. but when a union boy backs her into a corner, she doesn't think - she panics. and the first name that slips is muscle memory - reckless, familiar, and definitely his. go hyun-tak is the kind of boy who throws himself into every game, every fight, as if winning could fix the pieces left behind. gotak was his own kind of shield, and during everything going on, yumi was always there. until she wasn't. then everything shifted. now she's back, colder than before. rumors swirl - a story half-spoken, tangled in bruises and the tightening grip of union threats. but maybe gotak never stopped holding on. maybe they were never just friends. and in a city ruled by fists, love is the last fight worth fighting. completed until any mentions of a s3 !!! go hyun-tak x fem! oc. whc2 x oc.