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Summary: Small snippets and cute scenes on your crush on Sung Jinwoo and how Sung Jinwoo courts and wins over you in high school after using the cup of reincarnation.
His sole purpose in this life is to win your heart, become your faithful husband, and have you be the mother of his children. No one else but you. (Mini chapters)
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except for my characters and plot.
Warning/Genre: OOC, Romance, fluff, high school life (Sorry for the miss grammar)
Chapter 1: Chances
Lately, you have been too flustered for your own good but that’s because you’ve started liking someone.
In a classroom filled with students, the sound of pens scratching on paper echoed as students took notes while listening to their teacher.
Some people were diligent, some were dozing off and some were distracted, and you were among them.
Twirling your pen in one hand and leaning on the other, you did your best to listen to the lesson.
However, the calm spring breeze coming through the window seemed to lull you, and your mind gradually began to drift away.
Slowly, your eyes were closing.
Just as you were about to nod off, you caught yourself and quickly straightened up. Opening the back of your notebook you opted to doodle so you won't fall asleep.
It begins with a flower, followed by a bear, a knight's helmet, dragon wings, a dagger and various other unusual and unrelated items until finally you unconsciously draw a chibi version of him.
You felt your cheeks heat up.
Sung Jinwoo.
A second-year student in your high school, whom you started liking recently.
He was your senior by a year as you were in your first year. He was one of the handsome, popular and competent students in your school that most girls fawn over and for boys to idolize.
Like most girls in your school, you were no different from them, who accidentally glanced at him and were instantly smitten.
Foolishly and stupidly smitten.
You didn't know why, but after catching a glimpse of his soft black hair reminiscent of the night, his slender yet beautiful grey eyes, framed by long eyelashes, and his lips, which had a slight reddish tint.
That day, a deep sense of familiarity surged within you. Those feelings captured you and he entangled you with his very being without hesitation.
Even to this day, just remember that moment and how your eyes met made your body heat up, your cheeks flush and a deep aching echo inside you.
Finishing your doodle, you took a moment to admire your drawing of him.
Even though it's just a silly drawing, you couldn't help but caress his small face. A sweet smile appeared on your lips before shaking your head, catching yourself.
Looking at the front, you let out a sigh of relief when you saw that the teacher and your classmates didn't catch you making a silly face out of nowhere and were focused on the lesson instead.
You didn't want anyone, particularly your teacher, to catch you daydreaming especially when your mind wandered toward your silly little crush or else with just a slip everyone in your school would talk about it no doubt and soon he would hear about it.
Just imagining his uncomfortable expression made you shudder, scared and embarrassed.
There's no way you would be able to endure such humiliation if such a thing were ever to happen.
Slapping yourself awake, you flip your notes back and resume jotting down points.
Soon the bell rang, signalling for a break.
You gratefully took the time to stretch your stiff body, worn from sitting in class for almost half of the day. Hearing your bones crack, you let out a sigh of relief, you turn toward your friend before happily inviting her to go out and buy some snacks.
Walking down the hallways while talking to your friend, you furtively give a few glances at his classroom as you pass it. Hoping to catch a glance of him.
However, it seems that luck wasn't on your side, as you didn't even see a glimpse of his clothes. A sense of sadness envelops you, leaving you disheartened.
Unfortunately, you weren’t in the same class or year as him so there were only a few times when you could see him.
Although you envy the students that were in the same year as him, that didn’t dismay you from time to time to wander the hallways of his classroom to try to catch sight of him.
This was one of the few times you hoped to see him, but it seemed the gods were not in your favour today.
You haven't seen nor heard of him at all throughout the morning and now it's already past noon.
You were hoping to at least even just once, you would see him.
Glumly choosing some snacks, you paid right away and waited for your friend's turn before the both of you walked back to your classroom.
Your head hung low as you considered the rest of the day would be unmotivated and restless due to not seeing him.
You wonder why you weren't born in the same year as him. If you had been, you might have had the chance to be with him that year or, even better, have him as your classmate instead of your senior.
Probably because you were too busy weeping childishly, you didn't pay enough attention to where you were going, causing you to crash into someone.
Expecting the painful impact, you held your breath when suddenly, you felt a strong hand holding your waist and pulling you into a warm embrace, steadying your fall.
With your heart racing from fright and still dazed from the incident, it took you a moment to come to your senses before you looked up, ready to apologize.
But your eyes widened instead, your tongue stuck in your throat, and not a word came out.
You felt your face blush uncontrollably, and your whole body trembled. This time, you knew your heart was racing not from fright, but from the nervousness of your crush's sudden appearance.
Standing face to face with your crush, Sung Jinwoo, you could feel his breath as your faces were close to each other, his head bent down, looking at you.
“I’m sorry. Are you alright?” He asked as he gave you a worried look while you, in turn, could only look at him with your mouth wide open.
Both of your friends, who saw the whole situation stood frozen.
For one, your friend knows who your crush is while the other was bewildered with the whole situation.
Lifting his eyes, Sung Jinwoo’s eyebrow furrowed, concerned in his beautiful grey eyes, then brought a hand to touch your forehead which was now red from the earlier collision with his back.
“Your forehead’s bruised. We should go to the infirmary.” He murmured as he caressed your forehead.
Feeling his gentle touch, you snap out of your bewilderment and start rambling nonsensically, your arms flailing, your voice squeaking, and your face all messed up.
You couldn't help but cry in your heart.
Of all times, your bad luck just has to kick you when you least expected it and now you're making a fool of yourself in front of him.
Worst of all you just showed him yourself gawking at him unreservedly.
Not taking it anymore and embarrassed from head to toe, you immediately took your friend’s hand, apologizing before dashing away from the awkward situation.
You’re sure not only your face but your whole body is red as a tomato. Your back sweating profusely.
You’ve always imagined countless scenarios in your head. If you ever got the chance to talk to him, you would act smoothly and gracefully, ensuring that not a hint of your crush would show.
But now! BUT NOW!
You cried in despair.
God! You wish you could burrow yourself in a hole.
You were just grateful that only the four of you were in the hallway; otherwise, not only would you be mortified by your embarrassment, but you were certain that his fans would be furious with you for getting too close to him. And for sure you would be dead meat by the end of the day.
You were so grateful that wasn't the case.
As you and your friend were still running toward your class, a shameless thought popped into your mind, causing your once-red face to turn even redder.
Even though it was but a moment, you shamelessly recalled how his body felt against you.
His body was hard and built.
If you bet with anyone that he absolutely has abs even though he's only a high schooler, you will surely win.
With your mind clouded by immoral thoughts, you didn't notice the classroom door was closed, resulting in you running into it.
A loud sound echoed down the hallway, causing your friend to yelp in concern at your unhinged state.
You muttered a whole storm of curses under your breath.
You're certain the gods intended for you to die in shame today, leaving no corpse behind.
Meanwhile...
As Jinwoo watched you run off, he chuckled, his ears turning red from your cute reaction. After all this time, he had finally reunited with you.
He is eagerly looking forward to the days when you two can finally be together again.
A/N: Ahh, the taste of high school crushes! It’s so fresh but SO cringe at the same time, I couldn’t help but look back at my past crushes. SO CRINGE AND YET SO BITTER AND SO GOOD! Lol!🤣
Anyway, Sorry for the late post. Life has been too busy though I hope you enjoyed this fanfic!
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Summary: (AU) In every lifetime, Sung Jinwoo will make sure to leave a mark on your soul. To always accompany you as your devoted husband to his lovely and cute wife, no matter what...
Watching from a distance, Sung Jinwoo slowly savoured the taste of the wine in his glass, his fingers clenching the fragile stem. He restrained his anger as he witnessed your betrothed humiliate you and revoke your engagement for his mistress. Painting you as a villain to everyone as that foolish of a man flaunts his infidelity called 'love'.
Sung Jinwoo couldn't help but sneer at them and find fate laughable.
He has always been determined to have you as his wife, no matter what. However, fate has a twisted sense of humour. It seems, that in order, for him to have you, you must first endure humiliation and a broken engagement.
If fate is going to play its hand, then don't blame him if he turns the situation to his advantage and claims you as his own. And as for those who have wronged you, they will face the consequences of his wrath.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except for my characters and plot.
Warning/Genre: Romance, AU, drama, broken engagement, Yandere (Sorry for the miss grammar)
Chapter 1 - Stupidity
In a banquet hosted by the royal family in the palace, your betrothed, the crown prince hugs his first love protectively in his arms and condemns you without hesitation in front of all the nobles in the kingdom.
A smug smirk on his lips as he looked down on you while you, on the other hand, glared up at him.
The anger that has built over the years was on the verge of breaking as your supposed fiance embarrassed not only you but your family with the breakdown of your engagement.
Your name is Eliana Anderson. You are the eldest child of the Anderson household and the prestigious and precious daughter of the Primes Minister Anderson of your kingdom.
Ever since you came of age, you have been betrothed to the crown prince by the king without your father's approval.
You're the only daughter in your family and your father has always doted on you so of course the matters of your betrothal have been a sensitive and meticulous topic to your father. Not wanting to give his precious daughter to some boorish, unruly bastards.
And so receiving a marriage decree from the king, accompanied by a threat to your family, made your father furious beyond belief that you and your mother worried he might faint from anger.
Your father protested with all his might to deny this engagement, knowing how corrupt the current royal family is and how uncontrolled and malicious the current crown prince is but to no avail; the king ignored him.
In the end, you didn't have a choice but to follow, not wanting your family to end up in a difficult situation by opposing the king.
The crown prince does share the same sentiment on not wanting this engagement; however, that didn't stop him from showing his disgust at you. In fact, he seemed to revel in the opportunity to humiliate you whenever the chance arose.
The torment he has shown you since the first day of your engagement has never ceased, and continues even to this day.
And now he's hellbent on not only humiliating you but also destroying and smearing your family's reputation through the mud.
Letting out a breath, you calmed yourself, knowing that acting hysterical wouldn't benefit you nor save your family from the predicament this prince has thrown at you.
However, the urge to slap this idiot prince was so dangerously tempting that you had to close your eyes, and instead, a cold smile appeared on your lips and looked at your 'fiance'.
"If I may ask Your Highness, what crime have I committed that warrants you painting me as a malicious villain in front of everyone?" You coldly asked, your smile darkening as your hand clenched tighter on the fan you were holding.
Suddenly, a coquettish voice interrupted, "Lady Eliana, please stop lying and admit to your sins. Please don't make this harder than it is."
It was the woman whom your fiance had 'fallen' for. A woman who has brown shoulder-length hair, dopey downturned eyes and dressed in a white gown that accentuated her slim figure.
She has that pure, innocent beauty that always seems to attract men who want to unconsciously protect her.
It was the crown prince's 'first love', Amy Wilson, the illegitimate daughter of Baron Wilson, who was currently nestled in your fiance's arms.
Cowering and trembling as tears gathered in her eyes, looking like a small doe in front of everyone as she tried to confront you, earning her sympathy and pitying looks especially the crown prince and his stupid group of cronies.
You, however, were given a dark and condemning look from them.
You couldn't help but spit in disgust in your heart as you coldly looked at her.
She's a woman completely opposite of you, who has sharp and cold eyes, and whenever you look at the crown prince, a lingering disgust shows in your eyes.
Your once slender and petite frame is now tall and lean, the result of the training you have suddenly undergone to learn self-defence as you were pushed as the crown princess.
Truly a complete opposite from your past self. No more the naivety and joy in your once soft features.
Hearing her words, you sneered.
"As far as I know Lady Tr- Lady Wilson, I have only given you fair warnings on your behaviour and to maintain your distance as Your Highness is my betrothed. As for the accusations of harming you, unfortunately, I do not know of them nor have I done them."
You said as you gave them a cold smile behind your fan, patting yourself for catching yourself from calling that woman 'trash'.
That right, you have labelled that woman 'Trash' the moment she seduced the crown prince and tried to harm you.
Why, you ask?
It's not because you love that rotten bastard but because, in your eyes, the crown prince is a rotten garbage. And since there is a rotten garbage, it only makes sense that it has to be thrown in the trash and that trash is none other than Amy Wilson.
Hiding behind the crown prince's arms, that trash gave you a sly look.
You couldn't help but feel a disgusting chill run down your spine as an unsettling feeling settled in your stomach.
As far as you know, your actions thus far have been appropriate as a crown princess. Neither have you crossed the line of letting your feelings interfere nor have you remained ignorant of the situation to let it escalate.
You didn't hurt this woman in any form, only giving her a fair warning and if you did, you have your servants to witness it. As for the 'evidence' they have presented earlier, if experts, the kings and higher people in ranks were to investigate it, they would know it was nothing but fraud.
It's nothing but false evidence made by both the crown prince and his stupid group of cronies who were supposedly the next heirs to some of the most influential families in your kingdom and yet have been seduced so easily under such a contemptuous woman.
Regardless, they were nothing but brats who only rode their family's coattails and were nothing but a nuisance, using their power to abuse those who were weak and under them.
Thinking so, you curse them again in your heart and tried to calm your nerves as cold sweat still continues to run down your back.
"We have given and presented undisputable evidence, Eliana. Stop your nonsense and admit to it." The crown prince spoke with impatience in his voice, shaking his head as if he were speaking to a child.
Your eyebrow twitched hearing him calling you by your name so directly with such audacity.
If it were any other situation, you would have refuted him without reserve however since you were in such a situation, you can't do so recklessly or else your entire family would be dragged further than it already is.
Suddenly, the crown prince caught your eyes and gave a malicious smirk before declaring.
"Since your actions show just how much of an unreasonable and vile you are. How could I accept you as the crown princess and be the future mother of the kingdom! Hence, as of today, Eliana Anderson, you are stripped of your title as the crown princess and from now on Lady Amy Wilson will be the crown princess. Guards! Arrest her and throw her into prison for the crime of harming the crown princess."
You stared, speechless, at the crown prince at such absurdity.
That is when the unsettling feeling you have since you entered this ball completely grasps your whole being as if a slap hit you on the face. A whisper in the back of your mind becomes louder and louder as you feel something within you is on the verge of breaking.
You have always known that the crown prince was a good-for-nothing bastard. A spoiled bastard who only does whatever he pleases but it wasn't to the point of complete idiocy especially when it comes to you as your betrothal was one of the stepping stones on why he became the crown prince however it seems you have overestimated him.
Feeling your arms being restrained by the knights, you struggled. Your control over your emotions slowly slips as your frustrations and anger show.
You tried to regulate your breathing as you looked at the bastard before you, smiling mockingly as you gradually cracked under him.
He turns his head to look at your father who is now being restrained by the knights also when he tried to charge in your defence. A sickening smile on his lips as he taunted your father.
"Ah, Duke Anderson, unfortunately, you'll have to step down from your position as well since the evidence of your embezzlement and illegal actions have been presented to the king. The king has also decided that Marquis Henlyn will be replacing you as the Prime Minister."
Hearing this you curse the crown prince at such an abrupt accusation.
Your father with embezzlement?! Illegal actions?! being replace?!
Such stupidity!
Your father has been nothing but upright and loyal to the kingdom and its people. If it wasn't for him, this kingdom would have long fallen because of its corrupt royal family!
And now he's being falsely accused!? And on top of it, your father is being replaced by Marquis Henlyn who has been rumoured to have smuggled weapons and slavery between your kingdom and the other countries!
Just what kind of parasite is in that bastard's head to have allowed this especially the king!
You gritted your teeth as you yelled, "Your Highness, do you even realize what you're doing?! If you allow this, not only you and the imperial family will be implicated but the kingdom and its people as well! You say my father has done illegal doings and yet haven't you heard that Marquis Henlyn has smuggled not only weapons but has done illegal trading of slavery of our people! My father has been nothing but loyal and honest! Evidence?! It is nothing but a farce! "
Surely even this prince knows how impossible it was to replace your father as his hard work is more evident than this so-called ' evidence'.
Your father's power and authority are the sole reason he's the current crown prince. Removing you and your father would be a foolish move even the king knows this thus the reason he has given that marriage decree without your family's permission and yet why this?!
However, it seems not only have you overestimated the prince but that of the king as well as the prince laughed at you and leaned down as he whispered.
"Do you really think my father cares about your family now that your father has crossed his line? Not only has your father obstructed the royal family again and again, but this time, my father has had enough and since I have gained your father's authority and power, I no longer have any need of your family and my father wholeheartedly agreed to it."
Realization dawned on you as your eyes widened at the truth. A small yet audible sound of snapping resounded in you.
Suddenly a loud heartbroken cry erupted in your throat as you struggled fiercely, no longer caring for anything or your appearance.
Annoyed by your resistance, one of the knights kicks the back of your knees, resulting in you slamming your kneecap onto the floor.
Pain shot through your body. Your eyes reddened and tears welled up, not only from the pain but your control over your bottled emotions have now dissipated.
Gone! Everything you have worked hard for is now gone!
You shook your head and bit your lips until it bleed.
No, this can't be happening!
Even if you hated the crown prince, your position as the crown princess was the only thing that you couldn't let go of.
After all, because of the marriage decree these unscrupulous, unreasonable people have shoved down your throat, you have no choice but to let go of him. Someone so important in your life was exchanged for something you didn't want.
Feeling your cheeks wet, you realize that your tears have finally fallen.
Regret fills you to the point of suffocation as your mind unconsciously remembers the young boy you adored the moment you met him.
How you wish to have held his hand longer...
A/N: I'm sorry for the delay. A relative of mine has passed away and it has been stressful and with work thrown in. It had been chaotic instead which made it harder for me to write and edit.
Though I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of the Serendipity Series! If it's not too much, please comment on your thoughts. Thank you!
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Jason Todd // shark week
Pairing: Jason Todd x fem!reader ☆ fluff ☆ ~700 words
Jason Todd finds you sniffling over your phone one night.
It's nearing the ungodly hours of the morning when he finally returns, lugging himself over the fire escape and cracking open your window.
He's got one leg in your room when he freezes. You. Your form, on the bed—curled up, sniffling, shaking—you’re crying, he realises, and that gets him moving faster than you could acknowledge that he’s back.
You startle at the feel of his hands wrapped around your shoulders, dropping your phone in surprise. “Redh—Jay? What’s—”
“Talk to me.” Jason says, voice crackling through his vocalizer. He still has the helmet on, and the way he practically shoves himself into your view makes your head spin.
“What’s going on, Jay?” You croak, “How was patrol?”
He shakes his head, moving to your side, hovering over you less. “Talk to me, honey, c'mon. What happened?”
“No, it’s—” You sniffle, “Was just on the phone, waiting for you.”
“Y’know you don’t gotta do that, baby,” he grunts, and you shoot him an unimpressed look. You've been over this; he knows you do it because you want to. “Phone got you crying? S’there someone I need to talk to?”
You huff out a watery laugh, “God, no, I was watching some videos. Got me emotional is all. S’ shark week.”
He crosses his arms. Under his helmet, he’s probably giving you an unimpressed look as well. Eyebrows arched and everything. The thought makes you giggle, “Honest, baby—here, lemme show you.”
As you reach for your phone on the floor, Jason removes his helmet, shrugs off his gear. (There’s little to no scratches on him tonight, you note.) He’s about to take his shirt off when he sees you eyeing him impatiently, patting your thigh.
“Outside clothes, hun.”
You pout at him.
He sighs, and relents. His feet shuffle against the carpet as he moves to curl against you on your side of the bed. You scoot over a little to make space for him, eagerly tapping through your phone to show him the wholesome dog videos you were watching.
“Lookit this guy,” you urge, “saved his owner in a robbery, can you believe it? Almost got hurt in the process, too.”
Jason huffs, sounding half-relieved and half-amused. “Yeah?”
“Yeah! And this little guy—” you swipe to another video, “Look, Jay, isn’t she so sweet? I could cry!”
“Mhmm, I bet,” he says.
When you glance at him he’s already watching you, a faint smile on his lips. You feel your cheeks flush.
“What, not gonna make fun of me?” You joke. Jason looks utterly offended.
“Never,” he murmurs, “y’know I’d never. Not like this.”
“Aww,” you bump your shoulder against his, fighting the giddiness that threatens to consume you. You love this man. “Special treatment for the special occasion?”
Jason‘s body shakes as he huffs a laugh into your neck, “For my special girl, yeah. Y’still hurting?”
“Mmh, not anymore.”
“Want something warm?” He asks, leaning further into your side, “I can make you hot chocolate…”
“The way Alfred makes them?” You quip, perking up.
“Yeah, sure,” He says, “or I could go grab something for you, if you’re craving anything.”
“In the middle of the night? I don’t know if anything would be open, Jaybird,” he pinches you when you poke him, but sighs affectionately as you burrow into his side. “Plus, you’re plenty warm yourself.”
“Y’know I still gotta go shower, hun.”
“Aww, boo.”
There’s a chuckle that makes you smile, and Jason presses his nose to the top of your head, inhaling your scent. Setting your phone aside, you turn to face him fully. He doesn’t get a chance to sass you when you press your lips to his cheek, then nose, then jaw, trailing kisses all over.
A warm blush dusts his cheeks when you’re done, and he can’t meet your eyes when he asks, “What’s this for?”
You grin up at him, “Gotta thank you, Jay.”
“Oh yeah? What’ve I done?”
Eyes rolling playfully, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer for another kiss. Jason meets you halfway, his own hands settling around your waist.
“Welcome back,” you murmur against his lips, “thanks for coming home safe and sound, Jay.”
He grins, almost shy, entirely boyish, “For my special girl, always.”