#yandere gitae kim

[thefiery-phoenix]

Hello! Is it ok if I request Yandere headcanons for Gitae kim? It’s ok if you’re not ok with it! Also just wanted to say that I really love all your Yandere content!

YANDERE GITAE KIM HEADCANONS

Freaking hell, he creeps me TF out but why does he look so good, it's just unfair

Please, for the sake of your own sanity, RUN. Just RUN. That's it. Or at least, run as much as you can since he'll end up finding you anyway since he's the leader of a freaking Cartel and the son of Gapryong Kim after all and is a complete sadistic beast in the form of a man. It's rare that he would ever develop feelings for someone and even if he does, he'll be too egoistic and arrogant and proud to admit it, he'll treat you more like a pet of some sort to be precise. But you're HIS little pet, that he loves in his own dark twisted way. It doesn't matter how you meet this deranged flesh eating cannibal here, the second he sets his eyes on you and his mouth curves upwards into a smirk, that's when you're a goner and you might as well just kiss goodbye to your life and freedom

It was a usual day for you and you were walking back to your house after a long tiring day. You put on some earphones and walked down the alleyway, humming to your favorite tunes feeling the cool breeze against your skin. You tried to ignore the men lurking in the alleyway with beer bottles and cigarettes strewn on the ground as they looked drunk and intoxicated while their lecherous gazes landed on you, leering at you and making all sorts of lewd perverse comments about your body that made your skin crawl. You put your head down and didn't want to get into some kind of confrontation which was the last thing you wanted, when one of them ended up grabbing you by your wrist and you screeched on top of your lungs and thrashed around for all you were worth, pleading with them to let you go as tears streamed down your cheeks and your neatly combed hair was now frizzled and became unkempt with a few of your hair strands falling into your face. One of the men ended up striking you hard across your face as you whimpered in pain and clutched at your now stinging cheek and trembled. Before one of them was about to tear off your shirt, in the blink of an eye, the man's hand was now on the ground leaking crimson as the man screamed in agony and fear and you felt your heart stop beating when your gaze landed on a raven haired guy with blood splattered across his well toned muscular chest and had a black leather jacket with a cruel smile etched on his face as he watched the man fall to the ground, whimpering at the sight of his severed hand

What the man did next would remain ingrained into your memory forever. The stranger with the axe swung his axe around and the head of the man who'd been tormenting you now lay on the ground, his crimson blood painting the gravel of the ground crimson as he cut off a chunk of his flesh and bit into it and tore through the meat like an apex predator. At this point you didn't know if you were safe even after being supposedly saved by this man in front of you as his eyes landed on your whimpering and trembling figure and he smirked sadistically. "Relax little girl, I'm not going to eat you...unless you want me to'' he spoke as his eyes surveyed across your features. You reminded him of a scared vulnerable little prey, a weak little lamb that he could take advantage of and the mere thought of it just excited him as his eyes glinted with malice. Before he could even say something else, your fear consumed you and you ended up blacking out and losing your consciousness. You were about to pummel straight to the ground before he grabbed you by your waist and held you in his arms as he let out a soft chuckle, amused that you fell for him already which did give him a bit of an ego boost

You were so weak, so helpless and so fragile like a little doll that he would love to have in his grasp. He wonders how you'd react if you'd see him in his full glory while he beats up people and murders them on a usual day, you wouldn't even last a second without trembling and crying like the helpless little lamb that you were, which was cute in his opinion. "Looks like I'm takin' you home, eh?'' he said as he hoisted you over his shoulders like a sack of flour and fished out your ID to find your address and made his way to your house. You were quite surprised when you woke up the next day in your own bed and you felt your head was slightly groggy as you massaged your temples and sighed to yourself, secretly glad you were away from that cannibal. You made your way into the living room only to find the same guy napping on your couch, with blood still splattered over his chest as your eyes widened and your face paled and you let out a shrill screech of bloody murder. "Damn it woman...can't even let me nap after I saved you...'' grumbled the guy as he looked at you and his eyes narrowed slightly. He enjoyed watching you squirm and fidget nervously, he could see you were torn between trying to be a good host and thanking him for saving you yesterday to contemplating passing out again. "You know...I expect some sort of thanks from you little girl'' he said as he got up from your couch and strode over to you, his massive frame towering over your body as you gulped nervously

"I-I could give you money if you want...please don't kill me'' you whimpered. "Silly naive girl, who said I wanted your money...you're interesting...I'm keeping you with me'' he said with a smirk. You tried to make a run for it when he grabbed your hands and pinned your arms above your head and cooed at you condescendingly, "Well now that's just rude isn't it? You should thank your savior properly. Now don't make this hard for both of us...be a good little girl for your savior, would you?" he asked as he patted your cheek a few times and caressed your cheek as he lifted you in his arms yet again and you let out a nervous squeak. "Don't you think you should get to know me or something before you literally kidnap me?" you asked him as he looked at you with an amused smile on his face. "Plenty of time to do all that get to know you crap. I'm Gitae by the way since you're so insistent on introductions and crap and this isn't a kidnapping...I'm taking what's mine'' he said as he carried you out of your house

What he wants, he gets. That's it. He wasn't going to waste a single second without taking you back with him, of course, he could have kidnapped you in the night but the element of surprise was what made things more interesting for him. Your cute little reactions to whatever he did riled him up so much. No way was he going to let you go now. The next thing you knew, you were sitting in a black car with him next to you and a few other people who had tattoos as you couldn't believe what you'd gotten yourself into. You silently let tears stream down your face and you looked out the window. Gitae wrapped a black jacket around you since you were still in your night clothes as he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer to him. Don't get fooled by his actions though, he's as unpredictable as the weather

If you thought Samuel or Eugene were messed up psychopaths, allow me to introduce you all to the poster boy of being a RED BANNER. He's obsessive, manipulative and won't hesitate to literally gaslight you. While he won't physically hurt you, the same cannot be said to those around you unfortunately. He wants your attention on him, he wants you to cling to his arm like the helpless little doll that you are and look at him with those wide eyes of yours, being all pliant and dependent on him. Whenever you squirm when he touches you he just finds it so amusing and cute, he can't help but put you on his lap when he has his meetings with the men from his cartel while you have a pink collar around you pretty little neck that has HIS name on it so people will know you belong to him. As if those love bites and hickeys on your neck, thighs and arms aren't a testament of you being his. He likes marking you wherever he can, you're his property, HIS doll. Of course, anyone who looks at you for a moment too long or if their gaze wanders to a certain part of your body that belongs to him, he's just going to gouge their eyes out like knife cutting through a slab of butter. And then he'd kiss you on your soft kissable lips possessively and aggressively like a dying man needing air, running his hands over your body till you're literally gasping for breath, in front of everyone else to show those losers that they won't ever be able to have you as their minds are now ingrained with the dire consequences of laying their eyes on Gitae Kim's girl

Whatever hopes you have of escaping from him, it's best to get it out of your mind before he ends up killing and eating one of your dear loved ones right in front of you. You're his little pet, he won't tolerate any form of disobedience from you and he'll tell you how it's your fault they're dead and it's all because you dared to leave him. Your punishment is getting handcuffed to the bed till you're allowed to walk. It's best to just accept his advances towards you because there is no escaping from this deranged psycho at all...

[unreleasedwrites]

A Planned Coincidence (pt. 1) (pt. 2)

"Jackpot."

summary: You took a wrong turn into an alleyway and end up being attacked by a group of men in Mexico. You tried fending them off, when a man suddenly arrives and helps you at the expense of an atrocious and gruesome scene you had to witness. He eventually takes you somewhere filled with men that work under him, and you're stuck with him now.

character(s) included: Gitae Kim x fem!reader

cw: very suggestive, lowk yandere gitae?? kissing, slight noncon kissing and touching at first, a gun, blood, mentions of death, mentions of body parts and cartel, cannibalism (Gitae takes a bite out of fresh flesh but spits it out), cussing, reader is fine w what Gitae is doing!!, Gitae broke into readers hotel, Gitae Kim himself is a warning, implied kidnapping, long, implied stalking, mentions but no uses of drugs, i do not condone any sort of treatment like this in real life, this FICTIONAL!! if you dont like it, then just leave

unwrapped on: Friday Evening, April 19 2024

wrapped up on: Saturday Afternoon, April 20 2024

published on: Saturday Afternoon, April 20 2024

“Did you enjoy the show, little girl?” Gitae said as he turned his gaze over to where you were sat; on the hard floor, bruised up from head to toe. Some were from self defense, some from a group of men who attacked you in an attempt to take you to who knows where and who knows why.

You only nervously looked at him as a response, still mortified at the gruesome scene right in front of you.

You learned of his name, Gitae Kim, when he started a conversation with you— whom he saved from actual death by beating up the guys who were originally assaulting you. You were shocked to witness him fighting, as it was pretty much like nothing to him. Gitae just did it so effortlessly and carelessly, getting blood and parts of their bodies all over the place. At some point, a hand was almost thrown on you until he immediately caught it, all the while still tormenting them with his free hand. As much as you were horrified, he looked way too familiar, as if you’ve seen him a few times before.

“Thanks, Mister—uh, Gitae.. I better get going now, it’s already past 11 o’clock and midnight is approaching any minute now. And again, th-thank you so much, Mister Gitae, Sir..” You spoke as you were visibly shaking in fear from what you just witnessed.

“Leaving me so early? That won’t do, little girl. Not after what I just did for your ass and especially the tight little clothes that you’ve got on.” Gitae replied as he looked at you without a clear emotion written oh his expression. You were so scared that you had tears in your eyes.

“Tearing up so soon? It’s not like I’ve even done anything bad to you, yet.” Gitae said with a strange smile on his face.

You couldn’t read his expression or what he wanted from you. But all you knew was, he was definitely even more trouble than the group of guys from earlier.

Then you saw him picking up one of the fresh flesh of one of the men on the ground, and he took a bite out of it. You looked at him with pure disgust and horrification. “Wh-Why—” was what you managed to stutter out from pure disbelief and terror. Then all of a sudden, he spat it out with a clear expression spread among his face, “Bleghh.” What the hell was that about? You thought to yourself as you slowly got off got off the floor and subtly sneaked away while it seemed like he wasn’t paying any attention.

“Man, I thought he’d be tastier than that. Wasn’t worth staining my clothes and body.” He commented as he turned over to you, whom was nowhere to be found. But it’s not like he thought he lost you or anything, he knew very well you were escaping and just let it happen. He doesn’t mind a little mouse chase after all.

“What the hell did I just fucking witness? What was that..? Did he really take a bite out of tha..” You cut yourself off, exhausted from running as fast as you humanely can towards your hotel. Your bag was still at the gruesome scene with Gitae, you couldn’t risk your entire life to try and take it. Problem is that your wallet was there, however you do have your phone with you so you weren’t really worried about that too much— especially with what you just witnessed, that might’ve been the least of your worries.

“Hagghh.. What if he comes for me..? Am I even safe here or what if he’s watching my every step…” You sighed as you tried to dry your tears and got ready to take a very much needed bath.

You got into the bathub you prepared with a nice scent and relaxing setting, trying to cool yourself down. Still crying from what just happened but trying to stay calm with the intent of tending to your wounds later.

Meanwhile Gitae, who was still in the alleyway you were attacked by the group of men in, saw your little purse on the ground. Slightly open and covered in splashed blood.

Normally, he wouldn’t really care that much about it. But he decided to open it, and he saw your wallet in there along with some of your other belongings like hygienic products and your phone charger.

“Hoho, a wallet with her id and all the information I need to know about her,” he smiled as he looked at your id and the deceased morons in front of his eyes. “Jackpot.”

The following hours after the incident, you decided to just sleep and completely ignored your goal of ‘more exploring, less sleeping.’ That was until you felt a pair of strong arms on your waist, holding you close. At first, you thought it was just a dream until you felt a pair of lips making its way to your jawline, pressing somewhat aggressive kisses, and that’s when you knew that it was no dream.

You slowly opened your eyes and turned your head behind you, only to see the same man, Gitae, from yesterday. In your bed. Holding your waist and was just kissing you. Topless with a pair of jeans.

“Gi-Gitae—?!” How and what the hell are you doing here?!” You said, still sleepy and not a hint of fear in your voice, given that you were brave enough to say that to such a man who was barely inches away from you.

“What do you mean? Isn’t it obvious?” He shrugged a brow, “I’m here to claim my payment and take what’s mine.”

“Payment? You want money? You could’ve just said that!” You said. “Silly little girl, I never said I wanted money from you,” Gitae replied as he held your waist tighter and within just seconds, you were now under him. Pinned to the bed by his strong arms and under his piercing gaze.

“The-Then.. What the hell is it that you want f-from me?!” You tried to resist and escape but it was no use, he wasn’t even trying and was just seemingly laughing at your efforts and attempts.

“Isn’t it obvious already?”

“You want me dead?”

“What? When the fuck did I ever mention that?”

“Cmon’ mister, you never mentioned anything about anything, so how am I supposed to kno-” You were suddenly cut off when he raised his arms from pinning you to the bed and simply sat on the edge of the bed and sat you on his lap.

“You’re so naive, it’s just adorable, F/N.”

“How do you know my name..? I gave you a fake name yesterday!” You taunted as you moved around in his lap, causing him to groan. “A-ah, sorry for moving so much!” You suddenly added when you heard him and felt something poking you from his lap.

“Hoho, you’re so sweet too. Apologizing for riling me up? You’ve been at this since yesterday, sweetheart.” He said in a lower voice.

“What? How have I been doing tha— Hey! You never answered my first question!!”

“Oh the first name thing? You left your wallet with me yesterday, sweetie. You must really be a little girl to not have thought about that.” He said as he pulled out an all too familiar wallet with your id peeking out of it. “What a coincidence, huh?”

“Shit. I forgot about that..”

“Now that we’ve got that out of the way, you’re coming with me, F/N. Do me a favor and cooperate so we don’t have to do this the hard way, mkay sweetheart?” He said with a strange smile.

The next thing you know, you were in a car, some other guy with a bunch of tattoos was driving, completely silent and emotionless. You were at the backseat with Gitae, sat on his lap, facing him, tearing up.

He gave you his leather jacket since you were still in thin sleepwear, a sleeveless thin top and some light short shorts. You thought that was surprisingly nice of him, he may be crazy but atleast he was kind of a gentleman towards you, he carried you around so that you wouldn’t have to walk, he brushed your morning hair, and he even toned down the aggression of his rough, calloused hands when you complained about them.

You eventually got so tired that you fell asleep in his arms, and he closely held you.

When you woke up, you were at a warehouse that absolutely reeked of a strange scent. You didn’t see Gitae around though, but you did see a lot of men in the same warehouse as you, all seemingly looked like a gangster or dealer of some sort. You were very confused and scared of what might just happen to you if you tried leaving, but you decided to try it out anyway. Calmly, you headed towards the open door of the warehouse. But before you could even reach the door, a man held a gun to your throat.

“And where the fuck d’you think you’re going? You trying to get us in trouble?” He spoke in an arrogant tone and eventually took the gun away and dragged you back to the boxes you were on when you woke up.

Shit. What do I do.. You thought to yourself as you saw some of the men seemingly talking about you but in a different language. If you had to guess, it was Spanish, since you are in Mexico after all.

Before you could even think about escaping again, you remembered how familiar Gitae seemed and how it felt like it wasn’t the first time you’ve met him. Yet you can’t seem to figure out where do you know him from and who he was. But you’ve already taken a trip in Mexico in the past, so this was your second time. He really seemed way too familiar, you swear that you’ve seen that exact man during your last trip and it seemed like he was everywhere you were. No matter what tourist spot or hidden, unknown spot you were at, he was also there, at a certain distance. And it felt like he was definitely watching you.

Before you could continue thinking about it, you suddenly overheard shrieks of agony from one of the men, who you assumed were doing something related to drugs, given what you had seen when you woke up. You immediately looked to where the noise came from, and saw that he’d been directly headshot with an axe. It was such a gruesome scene, blank faces were all scattered amongst the men and they had stopped what they were doing to look over to where the noise came from. They proceeded to look at the opposite direction, to which you did too, and saw Gitae. Covered in even more blood than yesterday.

He started speaking, in the same language you couldn’t understand from the men around the warehouse.

You just looked at him blankly, thinking about how familiar he really does look. You heard your name clearly being mentioned from what Gitae was saying and some of the men turned to you.

You looked back at them with a hesitant expression, then back at Gitae— who was know walking towards you.

"Everyone, listen up. This is the girl I mentioned a little over a year ago. I was able to track her down the same week I talked about her and I traced her plans of going to Mexico a second time in the following year, which is now the present." Gitae announced and added,

"Because of the last morons I trusted in trying to kidnap her last year, she was able to get away without even trying. So I decided to do the job myself this time. But make it your guys' job to make sure she wont escape or get into any sort of harm. Unless you wanna end up like him over there, of course." He said as he turned over to the guy he had thrown an axe at.

They all nodded while some just looked at you dead in the eye. Guess you're stuck there now, there is no escaping after all. But don't worry, Gitae is nice occasionally. But most of the time, he's as terrifying as death itself.

Because he's told you some of the tiniest details about what he does and the cartel, he absolutely refuses to let you go and feels as though you already know too much. You're his, and it will stay that way till the end of time.

notes: this is so bad im so sorryedjkewkdewbhdshe we dont really know much about him and i wasnt sure what to do but i really wanted to write about him and get something up since im not too busy atm, im so sorruryge im gonna upload another one soon or today hopefully, either about gun or someone else in my drafts.. also not so fun fact this is my ninth post and i love the number 9 so yay ig ALSOOOOOO I will be uploading a like masterlist and introduction or about me?? post basically like characters i write for and stuff yk the basics!! ANYWAY MY RANT IS OVER have a good day!! FEEL FREE TO REQUEST ANY CHARACTER BTW I DO MOST BUT I DONT REALLY KNOW WHAT TO DO FOR THE GIRLS EXCEPT MARY KIM!

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I genuinely appreciate opinions, feedback, likes, and reblogs

Once again, I hope this isn't too bad for my a character we know not much about, and i'll be doing more characters in lookism!!

[koiiiji]

some mistakes couldn’t be undone

tw ; abuse, canonical violence, Gitae is a threat himself, angst, yandere(?)

author's note ; i still haven't decided if i want to write him having really small soft spot, or well... a more canonical bastard…✊🏻😔

author’s note 2 ; minors, ageless/empty blogs DNI OR I WILL BLOCK YOU!!!

the flickering light above the old hotel door cast long shadows on the cracked walls, giving the room an air of abandonment and isolation. you thought you'd find safety here, far away from the life you'd tried so desperately to escape. Gitae had never been a man to let things go, but you'd dared to hope that the distance, the unfamiliarity of mexico’s wilderness, would keep him away for long enough. long enough for you to figure out what to do next.

but he had found you.

the door slammed open with a force that reverberated through the thin walls. you barely had time to register his presence before you felt the back of your head collide with the hard plaster, pain sparking through your body as you gasped, stunned. Gitae’s face was twisted with anger, his eyes wild and dangerous.

“have you decided to run away? do you think someone there will protect you?” his voice was a snarl, dripping with venom as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back toward him. your scalp burned from the sharp pull, but the pain was nothing compared to the terror freezing your veins.

who was he now? the man standing in front of you wasn't the one you once met. well, Gitae never was who you wanted him to be, but you hold a hope that he would change, the man you had foolishly believed could leave his cruelty behind. this man was the beast you'd been running from for what felt like a lifetime.

“who is he? well, who is he, who gave you the right to think you can leave me?” Gitae's voice was a roar in your ears, but you could barely hear it over the pounding of your heart. tears streamed down your face uncontrollably, the fear and frustration, the endless cycle of suffering, spilling out of you in heavy sobs.

“who is that guy huh? answer me, bitch!” his grip shifted from your hair to your shoulders, shaking you violently. his fingers dug into your skin with brutal force, but you fought against the pain. you fought him, digging your nails into his hands and pushing him away with what little strength you had left.

“this is not a guy!” your voice cracked as you shouted, your words breaking through the sobs. “not a guy…” you repeated, softer now, your voice barely a whisper. your trembling hands instinctively moved to your stomach, as if trying to shield the life that was just beginning there. but you immediately pulled your hand away.

but it was too late.

Gitae’s gaze darkened as it followed your movement, and you could almost see the moment of realization flicker across his face. he noticed. he noticed. thought raced through your mind, panic rising like a wave ready to crash over you. you staggered back, your body pressing against the wall behind you, heart hammering as Gitae took a step closer, his presence overwhelming.

“say it again,” he murmured, his voice low and menacing, but no longer a shout. he tilted his head, a cruel curiosity dancing in his eyes. the shift in his demeanor only terrified you more. you could see the gears turning in his mind, calculating, deciding your fate in a way that would forever bind you to him.

you opened your mouth, but no words came out. you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. walls felt like they were closing in on you as his massive hand cupped your face, thumb slowly brushing over your tear-streaked cheek. his other hand dropped down, gently, almost tenderly, resting on your stomach.

“how far?” his voice was dangerously calm now, a whisper in your ear. the gentleness in his touch was jarring, terrifying. you could feel his breath on your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

“i-i… i don’t know,” you stammered, your voice trembling. “i just did a pregnancy test… a-and it showed... two lines…” you hiccuped, your whole body shaking as Gitae’s hand pressed you harder against the wall, but his touch on your stomach remained soft, disturbingly so. his palm rested there as though he was claiming something far greater than just you.

two lines. you could barely process the words as they slipped from your lips, the reality of your situation crashing down on you.

the future you’d envisioned — escaping from him, finding freedom — was shattered. those two lines changed everything, tied you to him in a way you could never have anticipated. you could feel the monster before you shifting, adjusting to this new reality, this new form of control.

the silence that followed your confession was suffocating. Gitae’s fingers lightly traced your belly as though imagining the life growing inside. he wasn’t shouting anymore. his rage had dissolved into something worse, something calculating, a dark smirk curling at the corners of his lips.

“you’re carrying my child,” he murmured, his voice now a chilling purr. “that’s good. very good.”

the look in his eyes was no longer just anger - it was possession.

“now you have no reason to run. ever.”

his hand, still resting on your stomach, tightened slightly, enough to send a clear message. you were his now — completely and utterly. any hope of escape, of breaking free from this nightmare, slipped further away with every passing second.

and yet, somewhere deep inside you, a spark of defiance remained. you couldn’t let this be the end. not for you, and certainly not for the child inside of you.

as Gitae’s hand lingered, still caressing your stomach with a twisted sort of affection, you knew you had no choice but to fight. maybe not today, not now — but soon.

you need find a way. you had to.

because some mistakes couldn’t be undone — but they could be escaped.

[ceeesxy-blog]

LOOKISM'S TIMELINE (WITH EDIT DOWN BELOW)

Hello, my fellow Lookism readers! I made a Lookism timeline based on my understanding of the plot, as I struggle to go through it in my head over and over again because it gets confusing as the story goes on.

I write a fanfiction based on Lookism, and I wanted to get the timeline as accurate as possible, so if you're going to add/ correct me in some details, I'll happily accept it!

I am posting it to get help because my brain cells couldn't handle fixing the timeline based on the backstories of the characters anymore. (I haven't re-read Lookism in so long, and the backstories are jumbled. That's why it was harder to do this because fixing the timeline is messing with my head.)

Here's what I made:

(I hope you can see it clearly hahahaha)

Please tell me if there's any correction or if I forgot to add something. Thank you! o((>ω< ))o

Note:

Main Cast: Daniel, Allied, and his friends from J High are 17 years old as first-year high school students. Gun and Goo are a year older together with Samuel and Jake (16 when the 4MC is formed). James Lee is older than Gun and Goo (21-22). The first generation kings are a bit older than James (23 or above).

EDIT (250421): COLORED TEXTS ARE THE ONES CHANGED/ADDED

Hi guys! I'm here to correct a mistake I made! So I went back to Ep. 497: Cheonliang (16) and realized Jichang's fall and James attacking the Kings happened at the same time.

Also, Vin Jin might be (14-15— I'm just clarifying this because I just decisively said 15 on the first box. I just don't think he could be 15 by that time because shortly after, Jichang fought the 22-year-old Gitae Kim, who was 7 years older than Jake Kim, and that makes Jake 15 y/o when Jichang and Gitae fought. Take note that Jake Kim is a year older than Daniel and the others.)

Here's the correct events: (From: Third Box, 1st Row above)

In Ep. 496: Cheonliang (15), Gun's statement implies that James Lee has already killed Gapryong by this time (by his appearance in Cheonliang, Gapryong is already dead).

James Lee entered his training arc. (This is from the fifth box on the first row, but is moved to the fourth.)

James Lee sends Gitae Kim to overthrow Jichang Kwak as the King of Seoul while simultaneously attacking the King of Ansan, Taesoo Ma. (Attacks on KOS and KOA happened at the same time— proven in Ep. 497 where Gitae calls James to say he was finished.)

Gitae Kim goes back to Mexico, with James being the one to get him his plane tickets.

Jichang Kwak gets banished to Chungcheong Province after being dethroned from his position.

James then proceeds to go after the other 1st Generation Kings, entering a new era.

THAT'S IT FOR NOW! Sorry I noticed it too late (I just read the chapter again). I apologize for the confusion this might've caused. 😭

[chosaraki]

The King and Queen of Chaos

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Gitae kim x R.femele.

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It was a cold night in Seoul, and Gitae Kim's house was quiet - or at least, it seemed to be. Gitae was sitting on the couch, completely immersed in a report on gang movements. His expression, as always, was cold and serious. But somewhere around, a buzz of laughter and provocations broke the silence.

His wife, Y/N, was in the kitchen, with a big pregnant belly and a mischievous smile on her face. The last month was being a little more chaotic than she imagined, but her ability to play with the situation seemed to never run out.

She entered the room, walking with a defiant grace, her big and heavy belly in front of her.

- "I bet the child will be stronger than you, Gitae. This will be fun." - she said, with a corner smile, as she sat next to him.

Gitae didn't look at her immediately, she just raised an eyebrow. He knew that his wife loved to provoke him, especially now, with the baby growing inside her.

- "Don't be ridiculous, Y/N. I'm the strongest man who ever existed." - he replied with such a firm tone that, for anyone else, it would be impossible to refute. But for her, her words were just another opportunity for a joke.

She laughed, feeling the energy of her own body - the mixture of tiredness with this provocative energy that seemed to grow every day. She put her hands on her belly and made a thoughtful face.

- "Right? Because, you know, he moves more when you talk about killing people. Maybe the baby also has a taste for violence." - she said, making a funny face at him.

Gitae couldn't help but smile a little, but quickly recovered, keeping her "indifferent" countenance.

- "Let's see who is stronger after being born. But if he pulls me, it will be a disaster."

- "If he pulls you, we'll have a little psychopath at home, and you'll have to teach the 'boy' not to kill the neighbor just for calling the baby fat." - she teased, crossing her arms as she settled better on the couch, challenging him with her eyes.

Gitae turned to her, with an expression that mixed tiredness with fun - a rarity. He was the kind of man who kept his composure in almost every situation, but Y/N always managed to get the best out of him.

- "I will teach my son to be the strongest in the world, Y/N. I don't know where you got these ideas about 'psychopath', but he's going to be unbeatable." - he replied with a serious tone, although he couldn't help but imagine how peculiar his family would be - a little genius, with a cold heart, being raised between two unbeatable forces.

She leaned back in the chair, looking at him with an ironic smile.

- "Oh, yes, because he will become a crime legend. Maybe I should start teaching him the 'tricks' before he was born. Or who knows, you'll prefer him to be a nerd just so you don't mess with your gang life."

He gave a half smile, something that was rare in Gitae Kim. There was something charming in his provocation, despite his threatening nature. He ran his hand over his forehead, a rare gesture of lightness.

- "I'll let you do whatever you want, Y/N. But when he is born, he will follow in my footsteps."

She laughed, putting her feet on his lap, her belly growing in a funny way as she got righted.

- "Oh, I know. But, you know, it will be a nightmare for you when he falls in love with a girl stronger than you." - she provoked, knowing exactly his weak point.

Gitae, who rarely lost her composure, now let out a low, almost imperceptible laugh, and she knew she had won that round. He would never admit it, but she always made him laugh - even when he didn't want to.

- "This child is already becoming a headache before he is born." - he said with a penetrating look, but there was a glow of fun in his eyes.

She smiled, touching her belly with affection.

- "He will be a nightmare for you, but he will also be your reflection, Gitae. And if he pulls me, it will be the terror of the whole world. We'll see who's the strongest."

Gitae could no longer contain the smile that appeared involuntarily.

- "Let's see." - he said, the light tone, but always mysterious.

And despite the gravity of his life, of all the weight of what he did, with Y/N by his side, he knew that the true strength was in his home. In his provocative wife, full of life and intelligence, and in the future he was about to bring into the world - a future in which, somehow, he was no longer alone.

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This scenario maintains the balance between Gitae's gravity and his wife's lightness, creating a relationship of provocation and affection.

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[ninjiinyii]

Open orders!

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[immortalityforthegoddess]

Guys am writing a yandere jinrang x fem! Child reader.

It's going to be a mini-series.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Masterlist of Other Lookism ✨Bullshit✨

Lookism Masterlist | Part 2 ☞ (multi-character headcanons/dynamics)

Lookism Storylines ☞ (fun shit. mix of x reader and with reader)

Gun + Goo | Part 2 | Jake + Samuel | Vin + Ryuhei |

You're here! Everyone else ☞ (single character-centric standalones)

... Even More Lookism Masterlist ☞ (different characters in same scenarios series)

How To Fight/Viral Hit Masterlist | Seong Taehoon

(I hit the link limit on the main one)

Maintained collection of my Lookism silly writing, headcanons and ramblings

Single Character-Centric Standalones

Vasco: the Strongest Cinnamon Roll (Vasco x Reader if you squint)

Vasco: Gen + Romantic hc

Vasco x Reader: Compliment Assault | With help from Jace's ears

Vasco Appreciation Post

Vasco x Reader: Haircut

Vasco x Reader: Glowups for the fights (feat Jace)

Vasco x Reader: First time

Vasco x Reader: make the bad guys good for a weekend lifetime (feat Jace + Burn Knuckles)

Vasco x Reader: Fairground date

Vasco x Reader: Embrace

Vasco x Reader: Conditioner

Jace Park Appreciation Post

Sad Sinu (meme)

Johan Seong x Reader: Puppy pick up

Johan Seong (x Lua Im): Making new friends

Johan Seong x Reader: Cute

Johan Seong x Reader: Kiss Me

Johan Seong x Reader: Silences & confessions

Johan Seong x Reader: Vision

Johan Seong x Reader: His love language

Johan Seong x Reader: Home

Johan Seong x Reader: Reunion

Johan Seong x Reader: Meeting Mrs. Seong

Meeting Johan Seong for the first time: J-High

Zack Lee and Johan Seong: Three words

Zack x Johan x Reader: Home

Johan + Mira + Zack reunion

UI Daniel Knocking you out

Daniel Park with Reader: Two bodies

DG x Reader: Daniel Park

DG x Reader: Cinema

DG x Reader: Baby

DG x Reader: First words

DG x Reader: Jealous hc

Yandere!DG + Reader: His hold on you

DG x M!Reader: Meeting Aru

DG x Reader: Remember?

DG x Reader: Love you too!

DG/James Lee x Reader: One arm

James Lee/DG x Reader: Haircut

DG x Reader: Touchstarved

James Lee x Reader: Trophy Partner

DG x Reader: Public Announcement

DG X Reader: Manager and their Idol

Meeting DG for the first time: Coffee

DG x Reader: Hair

DG x Reader: Bodyguard

Lineman x Reader: After he meets Jake Kim

Lineman & Jake Kim discovering Big Deal's bounties

Eli Jang x Reader: The morning light

Eli Jang x Reader: you're losing me

Eli Jang x Reader: Returning home

Eli Jang X Reader: Daddy

Eli Jang x Reader: loving touches

Eli Jang x Reader: Stargazing

Logan Lee x Reader: Snapshots

Xiaolong x Reader: Asking

Xiaolong x Reader: Webtoons

Warren Chae x Reader: Househusband and The Fighter

Kwak Jichang x Reader: Frozen

Kwak Jibeom x Reader: Snakes in a bath

Cheon Taejin x Kwak Jihan: Shouldn't

Yandere!Baek Hangyeol x Reader: True Beauty

Sophia x Male!Reader

Hudson Ahn x Reader: growing older

Eugene x Reader: No smut

Gen 0 x Reader: Jinyoung, Gapryong

Jinyoung Park x Reader: Jake (feat Jake)

Seongji Yuk x Reader: Treats

Seongji Yuk x Reader: Favourite

Seongji Yuk x Reader: Tanghulu

Seongji Yuk x Reader: Travel

Gitae Kim x Reader: Half Sibling

Gitae Kim x Reader: Unhinged

Meeting Student!Gitae Kim for the First Time

Gitae Kim x Reader: K-dramas

Meeting Yamazaki Shingen for the First Time: Sleepless Nights

Yamazaki Shingen: Hands

Yamazaki Shintaro: First Choice

Meeting Olly Wang for the First TIme: Influence

Jaegyeon Na x Reader: Car Policy

[unreleasedwrites]

I LOVED the gitae fic it was so good😔🙏 We need part two where Maybe he feels pity for us and takes us out to eat or smth, you do the magic im bad at writing lmao 🤧

Thank uuu♡♡♡♡

A Planned Coincidence (pt. 1) (pt. 2)

“Where’s the fun in spoiling it? How about I show you instead?”

summary: You’ve been stuck in the same warehouse you woke up in about three weeks ago, and no matter what plan you would make to escape— it’s no use and you’d only get in trouble. One of the times you did try with Gitae around, he had to clean up after you and the topic of your friends came up and so you begged to meet them. Unfortunately, it didn’t go as planned and you ended up ignoring Gitae for days. Eventually, he decided he’d take you out in hopes you’d finally speak to him.

character(s) included: Gitae Kim x fem!reader

cw: swearing, implied kidnapping, very toxic, same warnings as my first gitae fic (part 1) , yandere gitae, mentions of blood, death, kissing, suggestive, nicknames, cartel mentions, this is FICTIONAL, abuse, mentions of drugs, guns, his axe, implied cannibalism, a bunch of crimes so beware dark and possibly disturbing content

unwrapped on: Tuesday Morning, April 30 2024

wrapped up on: Friday Evening, May 03 2024

published on: Friday Evening, May 03 2024

“You tired of playin’ these stupid fucking games yet, doll?” Gitae said in an agitated tone, as he held your bruised hand and covered it in bandages. Afterwards, he planted a light kiss on top.

You remained dead silent and only looked towards the ground of the warehouse you were trapped in. You accidentally injured yourself in another one of your escape attempts, so here Gitae was, taking "care" of you once again with some condescending mockery.

“Well? Now you’re gonna go and play the quiet game with me, huh?” He said with a slightly more irritated expression on his face.

“Look at me when i’m speaking to you.” He said and he grabbed your chin to meet eye to eye with him, and you could tell he looked angry. He tightened his grip on your already bruised hand, causing you to yelp in pain from how much pressure was applied.

“Gitae.. I-I—, I was wondering if yo—” You were trying to speak when a few rounds of open fire suddenly interrupted you. You flinched and a visibly frightened expression was evident on your face. Gitae saw this and took you into his arms to face him, while on his lap so that he could straddle you and stroke your hair.

“Sorry about the noise, little girl. Just part of my men’s duties, I’ll let them know to keep it down though,” he said in a less irritated tone.

“Back to where we left at earlier.. Why do you keep tryna fucking escape?” He said in a slightly more raised tone.

“To leave..? Isn’t the answer to that question already kind of already a given?” You replied.

“Leave?” He scoffed, “and just where exactly would a little girl like you go? If I can recall, the friends you came to Mexico have gone missing.. And technically, you’re now known as a missing person, just like your four other friends.”

“Gitae, I hate to have to ask but— Did you have anything to do with those disappearances by chance? You’re speaking as though you know all about it and from what I’ve seen in the past few days..”

He cut you off and laughed, “did I? I thought that was already a given from when I took you here, was it not?”

“I think I get it now, I’m next.. Aren’t I?” You replied.

“What? When the hell did I ever hint something even close to that? I was talking about your little friends, they’re alive, but let me just tell you now that they won’t be for very long if you keep continuing this bullshit of trying to leave me.”

“They’re alive—? Where are they?! Can I please, pleaseee see them, pretty pleaseee??” You begged with your usual pouty face.

“It’s hard to say no when you say it like that,” he said as he held your cheeks together with his hand, “if you’re good for the rest of the day, I might consider it. How’s that for a deal, doll?”

“Deal!” You exclaimed and he tapped his cheek with his finger a few times while saying, “but first~?”

You then tried to give him a kiss on the cheek but he swiftly turned his head so that your lips would land on his instead, and it worked. Despite your situation, you turned into a blushing hot mess and Gitae simply laughed at your reaction, thinking “how cute.”

A little fast forward into that same day, the sun was finally setting, so you may finally get to see your friends again. You waited patiently in the warehouse, sat on top of some boxes, reading the books Gitae gave you to pass time while he was out doing who knows what.

Some kind of bell or alarm started to ring and from what you’ve been observing in the past three weeks, that alarm means that it’s around 8 or 9 in the evening, where most of Gitae’s “men” go out to do unspeakable acts that you’ve witnessed at some point.

Usually, This was around the time you’d try escaping the warehouse because everyone was way too busy to watch over you and most of the men there have left the warehouse, getting on some sketchy vehicles with all sorts of equipment, weaponry, and drugs. The remaining people were either asleep or high in the clouds.

But when you start to see the men leave, you’d usually start to see the second batch of men arrive with Gitae. You’ve noticed a pattern where half of the men go out with Gitae during the day and the rest of the men go out during the night and what similarity both batches shared was that they all came back bloody, smelling really odd, and sometimes Gitae would bring you what he calls a souvenir,— human flesh from one of his victims. Anytime Gitae would do that, you just ignored him for the next hour or two, depending on just how much his patience is willing to endure from you being a so called “brat.”

But, it was around 8 in the evening when the bell had rang, and now it’s past midnight. Yet you haven’t seen or heard from Gitae at all.

Reluctantly, you finally resorted to asking the men around to which they only replied with stuff like, “just give him another half hour and he’ll be here. He’s probably just ran into some trouble with a gang fight or somethin like that.”

One of the men was nice enough to give you some paper that you used to make little bookmarks for the various books you had.

Gitae usually takes you to sleep with him in one of the compartments of the warehouse that led to a bedroom, but since he wasn’t here and you had no idea on how to get in there, you fell asleep on the floor beside some boxes.

You woke up the next morning when you overheard a bunch of men who sounded like they were arguing. And weirdly enough, you were on the bed in the hidden compartment of the warehouse, with Gitae fast asleep beside you. His breathing was steady and he looked tired so you decided to just look around and take mental notes of what the room looked like. It was very different from the rest of the warehouse and was pretty cozy. Gitae’s usual leather jacket was hung on a chair nearby and you noticed some of his belongings on the table. One of which, was a gun. It had you thinking if you wanted to risk your entire life, jumping off the bed to get the gun which was on his side of the room, and shoot him blank.

But that was stupid, what about all the men outside? Gitae told you he isn’t a fan of silencers on his personal guns. They’ll definitely rush over thinking that you in fact, did something— because they all know that Gitae wouldn’t dare hurt you to such a foul extent.

So, you scratched that thought and looked at the door, where does that lead? You thought to yourself. Before you could even continue thinking as you were sat up on the bed, you heard Gitae suddenly start speaking in a raspy morning voice, “what are you up to, little girl? Shouldn’t you still be asleep in my arms?” You turned over to see Gitae, with messy morning hair, not in his usual state of a few loose strands with his hair slicked back.

“Nothing, I was jus-” You stopped for a moment when you saw Gitae sit up and reach for his gun, “doll, could you riddle me this,” he said.

You nodded in response and he spoke as he loaded his gun, “did you try to escape in any form and at any time yesterday?”

He looked you dead in the eye while readjusting compartments of his gun, you lost focus and started to stare at his hands fiddling around with the gun to which he suddenly snapped his fingers, “my eyes are up here, what did I tell you yesterday?” His eyes narrowed and you responded with, “to always look you in the eye when you speak..?”

“Correct. Now, answer.” He slowly finished prepping his gun.

“I didn’t, you could ask the men out there for proof of that.” You said.

“I already did, they told me you were finding me last night? Is that true, my pretty doll?” He said as he caressed your face.

“Well, you were taking much longer than expected to arrive.. A-and you did tell me that if I was good for the rest of the day, I’d get to meet my friends..” You said hesitantly.

“Right.. About those little friends of yours,” he spoke as he placed the gun on the table and your eyes widened, “what about them..?”

“Hoho, do you wanna find out for yourself?” He said with a smirk on his face.

“Gitae.. What do you mean..?”

“Where’s the fun in spoiling it? How about I show you instead?”

“Fine then,” you replied.

Gitae stood up from the bed and so did you, it was still about 4 in the morning so it was cold outside of the bedroom, which is why Gitae put his leather jacket on you since you weren’t wearing much.

He unlocked the door with some sort of key that he took from a high shelf you couldn’t reach for yourself. Before he even swung the door open after unlocking it, he took a blindfold and placed it on you first, something that typically happens whenever you guys were going to leave the bedroom. From there he just carries you to the main open area of the warehouse to which he then takes the blindfold off once you’ve arrived around the usual boxes you stay at.

“So.. Where are they??” You asked visibly confused, tilting your head to the side as you looked up at Gitae.

“Silly girl, they aren’t here.. They’re at some other location we’ll be driving to,” he replied as he looked at one of the men who usually drove you and Gitae around. To which that man immediately left, starting up one of the cars that were outside.

“Awh, but it’s so early.. It doesn’t even look like it’s 5 in the morning, why would you suggest we go now..?” You pouted as you looked at Gitae, because of how sleepy you were he had to hold you with one of his hands to keep you from falling.

“Don’t worry, sleeping beauty— It’s a few hours to get to where they’re at, so you could just sleep on me in the meantime.” He replied as he carrier you once again and took you to the car.

He positioned you on his lap to face him and you settled your head in the crook of his neck, slowly drifting away. He gave you kisses on the top of your head and stroked your hair while you gently caressed his shoulders. You fell asleep easily and stayed in the same position.

Eventually, the car parked at some hidden area which appeared to be in a secluded part of a forest. You were still asleep when you guys arrived so Gitae started pressing kisses all over you. You started feeling ticklish from all of it and woke up.

Not even sure how you guys got here because you didn’t see a road to drive on but you didn’t question it.

“Good morning doll~ We’ve arrived, would you like to finally meet your little friends?” Gitae asked you, who was still sleepy and had woken up from a good dream, still not processing anything.

You simply nodded and clung onto Gitae’s shirtless body because you were too tired to even try getting up and walking.

Gitae carried you with ease and walked towards what appeared to be a pretty run down building, but what it specifically looked like was a blur to you because of how out of it you still were at the time.

An awful stench was evident from the exact moment you were in the building. A loud screech coming from a girl was heard all throughout the large building, echoing amongst the floors. The voice sounded a little too familiar, almost as if it were one of your friends producing a vile screech, a desperate scream for urgent help. The echo suddenly came to a stop without repeating the rest of the noise. Gitae tried to assure you that was someone else but it was no use, you were in an environment you’ve never been in before, hearing all sorts of things. You were terrified and started to both panic and cry, while you were still in Gitae’s arms. He started to get irritated with how your current state was, he even threatened to hit you if you didn’t stop screaming and crying, trying to get away from him. You ran off into some other part of the large building, hiding from him. At first, he was annoyed but decided to play your little game of hide and seek. But, couldn’t find you and so he started to punch different walls, some of which collapsed in an attempt to find you easier and to get you out.

He couldn’t take it anymore and pulled out his axe, he said that you had exactly 5 seconds to reveal yourself or this wouldn’t end well.

“This is a stupid fucking game, Y/N. 5,” he started his countdown, “4,” and you knew better than to disobey, so hesitantly “3,” you started to leave your hiding spot to reveal yourself, “2,” before he could even reach 1, you were on your knees behind him, sobbing.

“Gi-Gitae, please..” You sniffled, “I already have gotten a good idea of what you did with them, so please.. I don’t need to see it for myself.”

He scoffed, “after you just ran and hid from me? Yeah, I don’t fucking think so.” He grabbed you by your hair harshly and dragged you to the basement floor. And that’s where you saw another nightmare right in front of you, from the scene of the group of men who attacked you, to your own closest friends, all dead.

Except one of them, she was your closest friend in the entire group and she was completely unharmed. But had to closely witness all that was done to the other girls. She was tied up with chains and from what you know, her voice was the noise you heard earlier.

Which had you wondering, why did her screaming suddenly stop? But instead of focusing on that, you looked over to Gitae who has never looked so angry before. His grip on your hair was only becoming tighter as you tried pleading with him.

You were terrified to know that in any second, Gitae could literally crush your skull with his bare hands if he wanted to, but he didn’t. Gitae suddenly let go of the grasp he had on your hair and looked down on you, “I’m letting you know in advance that what happens next is thanks to you being such a brat.” He then struck his axe at your friend, multiple agonizing times while the one man that was there forced you to watch, holding you at gunpoint and purposely turning your head in the direction of both Gitae and your friend.

Gitae looked back at you after he struck your friend with his axe so many times that she’s no longer recognizable, you were a sobbing, pitiful, and distressed mess. You were screaming at him, begging him to stop, all the while trying to break free from the man’s harsh grip on you but it was no use and you couldn’t do anything at all.

I won’t go into too many details but it was extremely gruesome and gut wrenching. By the time Gitae finally decided he was finished, he threw the axe at your direction, purposely missing by just an inch to slightly scar your neck (since you were moving around a lot, it just barely scraped the side of your neck).

You yelped, Gitae then took a part of her flesh, and bit it— but unlike the last time, he ate this entirely and licked his fingers clean. He then spoke out “clean this place up, (insert name of man who was holding you).” To which the guy nodded and finally let go of you, you fell immediately to the ground and continued sobbing, you were twitching at this point from how terrified you were.

Gitae then looked over to you, he’s seen you upset but he’s never seen you this upset before. He looked back at the girl he had just mauled and at the other girls that were laying dead on the floor. That’s weird, he was starting to feel— bad for you?

Gitae spoke with someone on the phone and after, he carried you to the car. You never stopped sobbing and you were trembling as Gitae had you on his lap, facing his blood scattered face and body. He was trying his best to comfort you but you were ignoring him. Eventually, the car started to move and you knew this was gonna be a long ride, but you just kept on sniffing while your head was nestled in between the crook of his neck. He took the hint that you really weren’t gonna talk to him at all, so he stroked your hair with his unstained hand while you silently sobbed, clinging onto him so tightly that it left marks on his body. He also bandaged up the tiny scar you got coming from his axe.

A few days had passed and you still hadn’t spoken to Gitae no matter how many times he tried or how much he threatened you.

He was fed up, but he had an idea that might just work. He decided he’d take you out for dinner at one of the places that had gambling addicts so no staff would care. He hadn’t told you all about his plan yet but he had some guy book a reservation and he went out to buy you a little gift. You didn’t know of any of this because you couldn’t understand Spanish so you were just reading books in the corner.

He went out to buy you some clothes that he was badly hoping you’d like. He bought you more sleepwear and a cute outfit that you could wear on your little date with him. He bought some more things you mentioned you like, like some more books he knows nothing about.

He arrived back at the warehouse at around 5:30 in the evening and asked you to come with him, he blindfolded you and brought you to a bathroom. It was much nicer than the usual bathroom and you were assuming that this was another compartment of the warehouse.

He told you to shower, and you nodded in response. But, he was just standing at the doorway, staring at you. So you just stood there.

“Well?” He rose a brow, “I thought you wanted a shower, what are you doing just standing there?”

You gulped and finally spoke for the first time in days, “d-do you really.. have to watch..?”

He looked you up and down, “either I watch or join you, take your pick.” You remained silent, you didn’t want either of that.

He scoffed and put the blindfold on you once again, you could hear him fiddling with his belt and clothes rustling. After, he started to undress you as well, disposing of your clothes in the trash.

He turned on the running water in the bathtub and while it filled, he was doing some things but you couldn’t see so you had no idea. He took you into his arms and the next thing you felt was pure water, you haven’t showered in a while so this was a bliss. He took your blindfold off and to your surprise, you were on top of him in the bathtub. He gently sunk you into the water, and laid you on his figure, showering your hair with water.

He then applied different products on your hair and massaged your scalp. after he finished washing your hair and body, he started fondling around with your body.

“Your skin is so soft, doll,” he said as he played with your boobs. You lightly moaned from what he was doing and he smirked, “you like that, don’t you?” You subconsciously bucked your hips in response which caused him to twitch down there. You could feel his dick on you and he started aggressively kissing you. Things escalated and you ended up having to take a second bath.

“Doll~, I forgot to mention it because you riled me up so much earlier that I lost the chance to— butt, we’re going out tonight and I bought you some clothes.” Gitae said as he took out some unfamiliar clothes from the shelf and started to dress you while he was still in a towel.

After you were fully dressed, he smiled at you and commented, “you look adorable, just like a doll.”

Afterwards, he got dressed and was finally wearing something other than just jeans. He was wearing black pants and a formal shirt. You thought he looked handsome in his outfit so you commented, “you look handsome, Gitae,” you giggled. He chuckled and planted light kisses on the top of your head.

You guys then went out and arrived at some nice and flashy building. It was weird at first, you couldn’t possibly fathom why he would do this. Either way, you just went it.

“Well?” Gitae suddenly spoke as you were sat across from him, in a nice restaurant.

“Thank you,” you replied as you looked around the secluded spot you guys were sat at.

Gitae sighed, “still not happy?” He frowned.

You simply looked at him, pouting. To which he pouted back at you mockingly.

The food eventually arrived and Gitae wanted you to try some of his rare practically live ass steak, so he fed you some of it with his fork. You made a dissatisfied face and he laughed at your reaction. He loves the way you react to absolutely anything, he finds it adorably irresistible.

“Thank you,” you said as you were about halfway done with your meal.

“I don’t care for words, you silly little girl. How about you just show me your appreciation after dinner?” He said with a smirk.

You didn’t take the hint and so you asked, “how?”

He laughed at your response, “I’ll give you a better idea once we’re in the car, and once were back in bed, you continue wherever we left off in the car.” Your eyes narrowed until you finally understood what he meant to which you looked at him with a pout while you were chewing your food.

“What kinds of food do you like?” Gitae suddenly asked as he looked at your food then at you.

You shrugged, “I’m not really picky, but I do have my preferences and dislikes.. For instance, that steak you’re eating or any sort of steak.”

He looked at his food, “it’s delicious, how could you not like it?”

“We have wayyyy different diets, I’ve seen you eat raw meats of all sorts you bastard.”

“Awh, how am I bastard?” He pouted, but deep inside he was amused and enjoying this.

“Because of your question about food! I suddenly had a flashback about my friend, whom you took a bite of!” You said, somewhat sarcastically because you know how moody Gitae is and you didn’t want him to get angry at you again.

He just laughed, “I remember that, she tasted alright too, I should’ve had seconds.” You rolled your eyes and he was only more amused and said, “but because of your whining and puffy eyes, I had no choice but to leave as soon as I finished the job. Such a pity.”

“Hey, would it kill you to have some remorse?” You said as you picked up some meat with your fork and lifted it up to his mouth.

“I don’t really like this, but it seems like something you’d like.” You said as he was chewing what you just gave him. He would never admit it, but you feeding him made him feel something.

“It tastes good, I thought you said you weren’t a picky eater?”

“I’m not,” you said as you grabbed more of that meat on your fork and fed a bunch of it to him. He was genuinely so happy inside and his amusement turned into butterflies because for once, you weren’t scared of him and he for some reason, cared about that pretty badly.

Your guys’ dinner date went on like normal, exchanging words and actually getting to know each other.

Eventually you felt the need to use the restroom so you mustered up the courage to ask permission to go.

“Gitae,” he turned his gaze over to you and mumbled in response.

“Could I use the women’s room, please?”

Gitae looked around, “I’m trusting you don’t need me to make sure that no stupid attempts of leaving will happen?” He asked sternly.

“Yes, I promise.”

“Fine then, go ahead but don’t take too long.” You nodded in response and excused yourself from the table.

And just as you said, you did go to the women’s room. And just as you promised, you came back right after. While you were making your way back to the table, you saw that Gitae was approached by two guys who he seemed to have known from somewhere.

You got back to the table and the two men that Gitae was talking to looked over to you. They looked to have been working in the casino area of the building.

One of them turned back to Gitae and said, “I see now why a guy like you is brought to a place like this. I’m guessing she’s your girlfriend, right?” You all looked at Gitae who replied with a smile, “yes, she is.”

“Damn, you’re one lucky guy. She’s gorgeous from top to bottom!” One of the guys exclaimed as he placed his hand on your shoulder, rubbing it intensely. Gitae stared at his hand then at him.

How dare he lay his hand on something I own? He’ll pay for even daring to look at what clearly isn’t his. Gitae thought to himself.

“Well, we’ve gotta get going now.. But you two enjoy your night, especially the pretty lady over here,” one of the guys said as he stroked your hair and then proceeded to walk away.

You turned over to Gitae who looked like his veins were popping out of his skull and his aura seemed to have changed. He then looked back at you and smiled, “don’t mind them, I’ll make sure to deal with them some other time. But not tonight, tonight’s supposed to be our night.” He tried to keep his composure.

“Right.. Who were they anyway? And must they be so touchy..?”

“They’re friends with some of the people I know, but they won’t be for long.” He said as he took the final bite of his food and placed his fork down.

It’s safe to say that those two were never seen again, and the police didn’t even open an investigation about the disappearances when it happened. Soon, the news about those two guys went cold and if anything, any trace or information of them was wiped out entirely.

notes: I did more than the request and added way more before the actual dinner date because im gonna be busy in the next few weeks so idk when I can post again, and because i have a bunch of Gitae requests, I thought I might as well and this is long asf, also i’ve got another gitae fic in progress 😭😭

- With or without proper credits, please don't try to steal or claim any of my works as your own

I genuinely appreciate opinions, feedback, likes, and reblogs

Once again, I hope this isn't too bad for a request, and l'Il be doing more characters in lookism so feel free to request!!

[koiiiji]

I would...you tenderly roughly

my favourite russian songs + lookism boys (pt.2)

тебя нежно грубо (by TARAS) = Gitae Kim

author's note ; i will never stop romanticizing bad boys. im not even gonna say that this is ooc bc we don't even know his character yet, but i feel that gitae that type of men who mercilessly outside, but in bedroom can be completely different. but yet having his... moments...

author’s note 2 ; for better immersion in the atmosphere try to search akuma_asmr on reddit [masked yan] (or just dm me, i’ll send you link)

pairing ; gitae kim x reader

tw ; gitae kim himself is an a threat, DNI IF YOU ARE MINOR, f!reader, angst, toxic, stalking, non con, slight knife play, pet names, sensual but rough sex. this fic contains non consensual sex, read on your own risk

summary ; reader being a model who came to Mexico on her indefinitely long vacation to reconnect with herself and find some peace from loud and bright paparazzi, only to catch some certain attention.

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00:00 - 00:30 "you're on repeat in my dreams who are you, my naked drug? and if you are my thrill, dissolve yourself in me up, up, up your hands, you raised your hands up"

the sun dipped low over the Mexican horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the sprawling villa where you resided. villa, perched on a secluded beach, was meant to be a sanctuary for the weary, a place where the soul could find peace. a villa located on a secluded beach, surrounded by hills and rocks was supposed to become your shelter for about the next year, this place was supposed to become your healing, a place where you could hide from the stuffiness and dust of the big city from which you came, a place where your body finally then you could take a break from endless shows, filming, flashes of paparazzi cameras and the endless pursuit of fame and money, a place where your soul would find peace and solitude. this place was supposed to be a refuge… instead it became a gilded cage.

it’s not that you knew Gitae well - you were from different worlds - you are from the world of endless fabrics, chic, camera flashes, gloss, all kinds of bags, heels, suits and other rags, all this is your everyday life - shows, changes in looks, flights, new countries, jetlag and again and again. Gitae was from a world of violence, pain, blood, dirty money and endless fights. wars for territory and business, illegal deliveries and prohibited fraud, with everything that could be imagined were his daily routine, and this suited him quite well.

it seems one day, the owner of the agency - on behalf of which you worked, - threw a big party in honor of his birthday, just at one of the luxurious resorts in Mexico, and through Gitae’s people, various types of drugs and other illegal substances were delivered to that party. by this time, Gitae's business had grown so much that he rarely personally attended these types of transactions, but when did he refuse an invitation to secular parties? that's when he laid his eyes on you.

1:53 - 2:40 "i gently suffocate you i'll either choke you or you'll be mine and you put a knife to my throat - either i’ll stab you or will be yours i’ve never met anyone more cunning than you, but you’re making yourself look stupid but you know, it doesn’t matter much whether today you were voluntarily or by force i would take you gently, i would take you roughly i would...you gently-gently, i would...you roughly i would take you gently, i would take you roughly i would...you gently-gently, i would...you roughly" <...>

bare feet quietly padded on the white marble of your villa. the hem of a white, light silk robe silently trailed behind you as you got out of bed and headed towards the balcony. it's about three in the morning, and you still couldn't sleep. throwing the doors wide open as you step onto the terrace, the warm, gentle breeze from the ocean softly caresses your skin, carrying with it the faint scent of saltwater and tropical blooms. the night sky is filled with countless stars that twinkle like diamonds scattered across a velvet blanket. the Milky Way is clearly visible, its dense cluster of stars creating a shimmering river of light that stretches across the sky. the moon a glowing orb, casts a silvery reflection on the calm surface of the ocean, creating a path of light that seems to lead directly to the horizon.

quiet and solitude are rare and precious opportunity to reconnect with nature and yourself. as you breathe in the night air and gaze up at the star-studded sky, a profound sense of peace and contentment settles over you, until... '

"what are you doing here?" - your quiet voice cut through the distant noises of the night.

<...>

Gitae had eyes and ears everywhere. you have more than once noticed men in the crowd, - usually there are three of them - here and there, at the beginning of the street, from the other end of the market where you came for fresh fruit - a better choice than paraffined, plastic fruits in the supermarkets - and one is always in the car just few meters away, they were everywhere you went, keeping their distance, but making their presence known.

Gitae liked watching you, it was calming. there was so much lightness and calmness in your every movement and gesture that it seemed to him that you were producing the same effect on him… even from a distance. he liked to know where you were, who you were with - even if you spent almost all the time here alone or had small talk with lady from house keeping, who came a couple of times a week, and with the women at the market where you usually came to buy fruits or vegetables [the only thing you don’t know, is that this sweet woman was the mother of someone from the cortel, this small market was under their protection, and the fact that you periodically traveled several kilometers just to buy fruits from her honestly added adorability points to you in Gitae's eyes]- he liked control, and he knew that he was completely in control the situation is under control. although, to be honest, this could not be said about his… thoughts and desires, he would never admit that he felt anything other than desire towards you.

he would never admit to himself or anyone else about what emotions your sight awakens in him in the morning, when you, still half asleep, go out onto the terrace with a cup of tea clutched in your thin, slender fingers, or in the afternoon when you are basking in the rays of the sun, allowing fall asleep again while you are reading a book, or while you are sleeping. oh, this awakened in him the most familiar feelings for him, when he silently stood over you in your house, enjoying your sleeping look, your light, unobtrusive smell, looking at your cute face, looking at your things, maybe even taking that cute couple of lace panties with a bow for himself. at such moments blood rushed to his dick so much that it became painful.

<...>

it seemed to you that hours had already passed since he threw you onto the bed, bowing right in front of the bed and throwing your legs over his shoulders. contrary to the first impression that might have been formed about him, he was gentle… more precisely, his tongue on your pussy, but his hands roughly squeezed the skin on your thighs, rising higher, squeezing your waist, running along your ribs and going higher, to your chest, roughly kneading the delicate skin in his huge palms. Gitae wasn’t rough with you, kissing inner side of your thighs, your tummy, your clitor, but each of his touches felt like hot metal on thin, soft skin. maybe it was the huge knife with which a few minutes ago he, oh so carefully cut your panties and the cute little blouse in which you usually slept. oh, he said that if you turn away from him or fidget too much, he'll have to start using it.

but right now he was too busy with his tongue in your tight hole - “you like being humiliated like this, don’t you, bunny?” a deep growl vibration touched your bare pussy when he almost buried his nose in you. wet sounds filled the entire room, and you were embarrassed to admit to yourself that it was pretty hot. now one of his hands was squeezing both of your wrists on your tummy, while the other was caressing your thigh, moving his hand back and forth, not allowing you to twitch and sway your hips away from him, keeping you in place. Gitae is agonizingly slow, he likes to slowly coax your first orgasm out of you, lightly licking and teasing the tender bundle of nerves and the entrance to your tight slit. you are so pretty, lying on your huge bed, the sheets are rumpled, the blankets and pillows are scattered, half fell to the floor - the result of the little cute resistance that you tried to give to Gitae when he pushed you back into the room and threw you on the bed. even though he was now kneeling in front of your bed, burying his nose in your tight, sensetive cunny, you couldn’t help but feel the strength and dominance with which he was squeezing you, completely suppressing any attempts to resist. all that you could oppose to him was your sweet moans and quiet pleas for him to stop. he even liked it.

when the heat engulfed your entire body, trembling began to break through your legs and thighs, and without controlling yourself, you began to lean forward yourself, towards his tongue, searching for more friction. Gitae let out a low groan more like an animal growl, “there you are... good girl, now cum. cum on my tongue,” he growled protractedly letting go of your hands and cupping your ass cheeks with his huge, harsh palms, slightly lifting you above the bed, making you gasp, arching your back more and throwing your head back.

with a quiet hum, Gitae slowly licked the remains of your finish, teasing the sensitive, heated skin, allowing one finger to slip inside you, earning another pitiful moan.

“so sensitive and wet… and all mine…” his voice boomed somewhere above you as he stood up from his knees, his finger still inside you, probing the hot, gummy walls while your body instinctively tried to shrink into the fetal position and close yourself off from him. Gitae just grinned, leaning lower, crushing you under him, clinging to your plump pink lips, persistently sliding his tongue further, only to hiss a moment later and pull away from you, “fuck. did you just fucking bite me?” a loud slap rang out across the room and you yelped from the sharp, burning pain spreading across your butt cheek.

“come on, do it again,” he growled in your ear, slapping loudly again and pressing you harder into the mattress with his hips. his hands found yours again, grabbing your wrists and pressing them into the sheets above your head, pinning you completely to the bed. you felt your shoulder blades touching his bare chest, and something heavy was pressed into your ass and it clearly wasn't a knife in a sheath on his belt. “tell me, doll, you didn’t think that was all, yeah?” you felt his smirk on his lips and that mocking tone in his voice as he pinned you down on the bed with all his weight. “oh don’t worry bunny, i have so many plans for this night,” he purred in your ear, slightly biting your earlobe and slowly and persistently moving his hips, making you feel his boner in his jeans more strongly.

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it doesn’t matter to listen whole song just this part bc i got inspiration just from there🤟🏻🤌🏻

[koiiiji]

LEGEND

author's note ; just rewatched ‘the legend’ with Tom Hardy and recent lookism chap and… ugh, there is something i want to tell you about Gitae...

tw ; rape, abuse, and canonical violence, please if these themes is triggering you, don’t interact with this post. we highly condemn such behavior in real life and everything that is written here is disgusting and unforgivable. MINORS/EMPTY BLOGS DNI!!!

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the rain outside pounded violently against the windows, drowning out everything except the thunder in your own chest. your shared apartment was dim, shadows stretching long across the walls, wrapping around the space like something suffocating.

your hands trembled as you peeled off your soaked clothes in the bathroom, trying to steady your breath. the damp fabric clung to your skin, and every movement felt sluggish — like wading through a nightmare you couldn’t wake from.

then — the front door slammed open.

a violent shudder tore through your body.

heavy, hurried footsteps echoed through the hallway. you didn’t need to look. you already knew.

a presence, dark and looming, filled the doorway before you could even move.

Gitae.

he stood there, drenched from the rain, water dripping from his clothes, his face eerily blank. too blank. not a hint of anger, not even frustration — just his cold, dark eyes, like dragging you back had been nothing more than an inconvenience.

you froze, fingers tightening around the towel still clutched against your bare chest.

a single step forward.

his hand shot out, dug into your forearm with terrifying ease.

“Gitae —! Gitae, let me go!” your voice rose in panic as he dragged you forward, his pace unrelenting. “stop—stop—stop!”

he didn’t stop.

he yanked you through the apartment, past the living room, the hallway — his grip tightening every time you struggled. your feet stumbled against the floor, your free hand clawing at his fingers, but it was useless.

a breathless, panicked struggle — your nails digging into his grip, your free hand shoving at his arm — useless.

he didn’t even flinch. didn’t even acknowledge your resistance as he yanked you forward, dragging you through the apartment with a grip like iron.

your bare feet scraped against the floor. a stumble, a desperate pull back — nothing changed.

he was too strong.

the hallway blurred past you. the dim light barely illuminated his sharp silhouette, towering over you, his pace unrelenting.

“Gitae, stop! stop!” you kept screaming, eyes burning. “what are you doing?! please, stop”

a sharp jolt — your shoulder hitting the wall as you twisted in his grip, trying to dig your heels into the floor. your breath came in ragged, shaky gasps, the panic clawing up your throat.

it didn’t matter.

he didn’t stop.

you weren’t even a person to him in that moment — just something that needed to be put back where it belonged.

then — he threw you.

the air left your lungs in a violent choke as your body hit the floor of the bedroom. a sharp sting flared through your hip where you landed, the cold wood pressing into your bare skin.

the room spun.

a slow, suffocating silence swallowed everything.

you tried to force yourself up, but your vision was too blurring, heart hammering so loudly it drowned out the storm outside.

your breathing — too fast, too uneven. the metallic taste of fear sat heavy on your tongue.

Gitae was still there, towering over you.

standing above you, watching with that same detached, cold gaze.

like your pain was nothing. sickening realization settled deep in your gut.

he enjoyed this.

not in an obvious way, not with a smirk or a cruel laugh — but in the simple fact that his cold gaze didn't even changed. not even for a second.

you fight. you scream. it didn't change anything.

your pulse spiked. a shudder rippled down your spine.

and then — his huge arm moved again.

a swing.

impact.

a sharp, blinding shock of pain exploded across your face. the force sent you reeling, your body slamming further back, skin scraping against the wooden floor.

the corner of the room caught you — a dead end.

your vision swam, black spots bleeding into your sight. your whole body trembled and the air felt wrong. like the walls were closing in, like the shadows in the room had weight, pressing into your lungs.

the pain was still blooming across your face, hot and stinging, as you slumped into the cold corner. air felt thick, suffocating, the room spinning slightly from the impact.

a shiver racked through your body—not from the cold, not from the wet clothes clinging to your skin, but from the presence towering above you.

Gitae hadn’t moved from where he stand. yet.

he just stood there, watching.

then — he stepped forward.

heavy weight of his boots against the wooden floor made your stomach twist. every inch of your body screamed to try to move, to run again, but there was nowhere to go.

monstrous shadow loomed over you.

before you could flinch away, his fingers tangled into your hair.

a sharp yank — pain exploded across your scalp as your head was wrenched back, forcing you to look up at him. the dull, warm light of the room cast deep shadows over his face, but his eyes — dark, unreadable — burned into yours.

his grip tightened pressing your head to the wall.

“this is for trying to escape, ungrateful whore.”

his voice was low, steady — devoid of any emotion. just a poison dripping from his lips.

your breath hitched, hands flying up to claw at his wrist, desperate to loosen his grip. but it was useless. his strength overpowered yours without even trying.

in one swift motion, his free hand slid down, powerful fingers hooking under your knees.

a rush of motion — your stomach lurched as your body left the ground. his grip was unshakable, effortless — like you weighed nothing in his arms.

before your mind could catch up, before you could process the shift in balance —

he threw you. like some kind of doll

the impact was jarring, the breath punched from your lungs as your back hit the bed. mattress creaked violently beneath the sudden force, the cold sheets tangling under you.

space between you and him was gone in a second.

bed sheets clung uncomfortably to your wet skin, getting tangled between fingers, preventing every attempt to crawl back.

to slip away from this monster.

what was scarier was his emotionless face as he rested his knee on the mattress, and the bed creaked pitifully under his weight. this emotionless expression on his face.

your eyes didn’t leave his, locked in a wordless standoff, like the only thing holding back the final, irreversible moment was the thin, trembling line of eye contact strung tight between you.

and you were the first to snap.

it wasn’t a plan or a decision — it was something primal, a final jolt of panic that pulled your body into motion as you twisted, throwing yourself away from him with a surge of adrenaline that left your limbs burning. you turned your back on him — out of blind hope that escape was still possible, that there was a door waiting to be reached, a handle to be turned... a life to return to.

but the moment your body shifted, your luck betrayed you. the sheets beneath you, still soaked wound itselves around your legs like living restraints, like they, too, belonged to him. wet fabric dragged at your skin, slowed your movement, fought against you like cold, heavy vines.

and that hesitation was all it took.

you had just reached the edge, one hand stretching out toward the bedroom floor as if it were salvation, when you felt it — his hand, impossibly strong and utterly unmoved by your resistance, closing around your shin.

there was no warning, no words, no mercy. just the firm grip of inevitability.

you were pulled back as if you were nothing more than weightless cloth, your body dragged across the tangled sheets with ease, like every desperate move you made meant nothing, like you’d never had a chance from the start.

and in that moment, as you were yanked back into the center of the bed — back into the center of his control — what hurt most wasn’t even the pain.

it was the clarity.

you were not free. you had never been.

not with Gitae Kim.

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a/n ; tbh at first i thought i could write actual nsfw part, but now im not so sure... maybe it was too much, but i hope we all understand how terrible and disgusting act this is.

[ceeesxy-blog]

WAIT I wanna know when did Gun go to busan- (Reading ur timeline)

I am not up to date with lookism > <

- 🥔 Sentient Potato

LOOKISM SPOILERS AHEAD!

Gun escaped from Japan with his mother's help; he looks pretty young when it happened, I'd say around 13 to 14. After getting smuggled, he was able to meet Gapryong Kim in Busan, who was about to see his disciple. Gapryong gave him some advice, something around the words "he'll be safe," and that was in prison, where he spent his time training before he met Charles Choi, who was a cleaner at the prison at that time. Now, I'm not kinda sure about their age, but here's what I know:

The main story started when Daniel was 17

Gun said he was preparing for the GED when he encountered Daniel at the School Festival. (GED takers are usually 18 years old in SK)

Gun was called "Senior" by Woojin and his gang, back in the episode where Namsoo (the guy Zack ordered to buy him shoes online) was scammed. A senior's age was around 18 years.

The back story of Big Deal was three years ago, when the main characters of J High were in their 2nd Year of high school. Meaning when they were first years, it was from two years ago.

So 18 minus 2 is 16. Gun was 16 when they started going after the gangs in Gangseo, along with Goo, Samuel, and Jake.

Since Gun Park was 16 when he was forming the 4MC, and before that, he trained with Tom Lee together with Goo Kim, he was most likely in prison when he was 14-15.

Additional:

Sinu Han was 19 in the Big Deal Arc

James Lee was 18 when he went after Shinmyeong Cheon (The Shaman from Cheonliang)

The First Generation Kings were 19-20 at the time of Cheonliang Arc; they were 1 to 2 years older than James. Taesoo Ma's age was confirmed to be 23 years old when he first appeared.

Gitae Kim was 7 years older than Jake. He was 22 when he dethroned Jichang Kwak as the King of Seoul. Meaning, Jake was only 15 by this time, and he hadn't met Jason and Brad yet.

I based these on the backstories, GED age, Reddit posts, and Lookism's Wiki. I hope this helps! Was I able to clarify your question, though? Sorry, I kinda rambled (I lowkey had to clarify things for myself too because I am writing a fanfic book based on the whole series) 😭😭😭

[chosaraki]

Crazy lovers.

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Gitae was behind her desk, carefully watching the business report. But, as always happened when you were around, your mind diverted to something much more powerful. His breathing was heavier, as if something was consuming him. He could feel your presence before he even saw her, and the attraction between the two of you was palpable, like a magnetic force.

You silently entered the room, closing the door behind you. The tension between the two of you was already beginning to increase even before any word was said. He watched her with hungry eyes, his merciless gaze catching on her every move, as if he was trying to swallow every detail of her figure. You knew he was trying to keep his composure, but it was too late - they both knew they were beyond control.

"I know what you want," you said, your voice low and loaded with a challenge that only Gitae would be able to understand. You knew he was tired of conventions, tired of being the unbeatable leader all the time, and knew exactly how to break his facade of authority.

Gitae got up, her movements fast, but controlled. He was being pulled by an internal force, something he couldn't control. Your predatory look was fixed on you, and you could see the fight on your face. He wanted to keep control. But you were here, challenging him, and he couldn't resist.

"You always know how to provoke me, don't you?" Gitae said, her voice cold, but with an intensity that burned. He took a step towards you, and you remained there, motionless, with a provocative smile on your lips.

"You have no idea how much it excites me to see you lose control," you replied, your voice low, but with a confidence that made you lose your mind. He was close enough now to feel the warmth of his body and hear the accelerated beat of his heart.

In an unexpected movement, Gitae grabbed your wrist and pulled you close to him. His strength was overwhelming, but there was something in his eyes that showed that he was on the edge. "You know this won't end well, don't you?" He said, almost in a whisper, his face just a few centimeters from yours. "But you can't stop, and neither can I."

You laughed softly, a sound that looked more like a challenge. "So, stop fighting against it."

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His words were lost on your lips when you kissed him, with an urgency that could only be explained by the irrational need of both. The kiss was rough, full of unfiltered desire. He pulled her to himself with force, the pressure of his body against his made him lose any pretension of control. His touch was ruthless, his hands exploring his skin with a hunger that seemed insatiable.

Each movement was a confrontation between power and surrender, between the need to be the dominant and the acceptance that, that night, neither of them wanted to control anything. Gitae wanted to be in control, but at the same time, he wanted to lose himself in you. He needed that.

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With a quick movement, he pushed her against the nearby wall. The sound of the impact was muffled by the rain and the intensity of the moment. He looked into her eyes, his hands on her hips, pressing you against the wall with all the strength of your body. Their eyes met - wild, intense, without remorse.

"Don't make me wait any longer," he growled, his words a command, but at the same time a plea.

You smiled, provoking him even more. "I know you're going to break, Gitae."

That was all he needed. He lost the last resistance he had, and the two gave themselves completely to desire, without restrictions, without rules. It was more than just an attraction. It was the pure obsession that dominated them, where any kind of control became irrelevant.

After the chaos, the two were panting, still close, but now, in a heavy silence. Gitae walked away, looking at you with a look still loaded with fury and desire. "You... destroy my reason."

You smiled, holding your gaze. "I'm not here to be controlled, Gitae. Not even for you."

He was silent, the internal struggle visible. He was a man of absolute power, but you were the only person who could break this facade, and he hated and loved it at the same time. He didn't know what was stronger - the desire to control her or the need to be controlled by you.

He approached once again, the tension between you still electrically charged. "You'll regret it... but you'll never be able to leave me, will you?"

You looked at him, without saying a word. The answer was in the eyes of both. They knew that, despite everything, nothing would ever separate them. This relationship was stronger than either of the two could control.

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The power dynamic between Gitae and you is taken to the extreme. The attraction between the two is not only physical, but emotional, and the limits of control and power are constantly tested. Both surrender to the madness of desire and mutual obsession, without knowing exactly how far it will take them. The game between domination and submission is constant, and the intensity of your emotions reflects the nature of your relationship impossible to control.

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[chosaraki]

"Why are there so many people in the world?"

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Daniel, Gun, Jake, Gitae, James x R.femele

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You be called : y/n

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Y/N is a woman with an explosive temperament, zero patience for inconvenient people and a brutal honesty. Her trademark phrase, "Why are there so many people in the world?", reflects her constant frustration with the excess of people around her.

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Daniel Park :

Daniel parked the car and sighed, looking at Y/N, who was with his arms crossed and a deadly look on his face. He knew something was bothering her.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, trying to break the silence.

Y/N snorted, tapping his feet impatiently. "Why are there so many people in the world, Daniel? Like, seriously! Can't there be only half a dozen people and that's it? Life would be so much easier."

He let out a low laugh. "You say that every time someone annoys you."

"Yes, because there's always someone annoying me!" She grumbled.

Before Daniel could answer, a car next to them lowered the window and an unknown guy smiled smugly. "Hey, princess, your boyfriend doesn't seem to be cheering you up. How about coming with us?"

Y/N turned his head slowly, his eyes shining with a mixture of irritation and fun.

"Do you REALLY want to do this, friend?"

The guy laughed. "You look tough. I bet it's just pose."

Before Daniel could intervene, Y/N took the guy's head by the hair and BANG—hit with everything against the window of his own car. The glass trembled with the impact, and the guy let out a moan of pain.

"Now get out of my way before I really break your face," she warned.

Daniel covered his mouth with his hand so as not to laugh. "You really don't have patience, do you?"

She leaned back on the bench, still with her face closed. "Why are there so many people in the world, Daniel? Explain it to me!"

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Gun Park :

Gun was standing still, arms crossed, while watching Y/N complain about the excess of people around.

"Look at this, Gun. Why are there so many people in the world? This here looks like a zoo without cages."

He let out a low "hm", finding it funny in her irritation.

It was then that a random man approached, clearly unaware of the danger. "Hey, babe. You seem a little angry. Do you want me to calm you down?"

Gun already knew what was going to happen even before Y/N reacted.

Without hesitation, she grabbed the guy's head and—PÁ!—hit with everything against the glass of a nearby car. The noise of the impact made some people turn around, while the idiot collapsed on the ground, moaning.

Gun sighed and looked at her. "Do you need to be so aggressive?"

Y/N threw his hair back. "Do you think I would let a trash like that breathe near me?"

Gun smiled slightly. "Good answer."

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Jake Kim:

Jake and Y/N were walking the streets of Gangbuk when a group of random guys began to face Y/N suspiciously.

Jake already knew how this would end.

"Hey, princess," one of the idiots called. "Do you want to go for a walk with us?"

Y/N stopped at the same moment and turned to them.

"Did you just call me princess?"

The guy smiled. "Are you offended, cutie?"

Jake was already about to take a step forward, but Y/N was faster. She grabbed the guy by the collar, pulled him towards her and—PÁ!—hit his head against a nearby pole.

The guy's friends retreated, shocked.

"Does anyone else want to try?" She asked.

Jake crossed his arms, a proud smile on his face. "I didn't even need to do anything."

She looked at him, still in a bad mood. "Why are there so many people in the world, Jake? Answer me!"

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Gitae Kim :

Gitae was finishing moving her motorcycle when she heard Y/N snort on the other side of the garage.

"Why are there so many people in the world? My God, this is hell!"

He laughed. "Wat it was now?"

"He was an idiot who thought he could flirt with me. Guess where he is now?"

Gitae looked around. "Where?"

She pointed to an unconscious guy near a car. "There."

He blinked a few times and looked at her with admiration. "You're really rude, huh?"

She crossed her arms. "I don't have the patience for garbage."

Gitae gave a half smile. "That's why I like you."

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James Lee :

James was in the corner of an exclusive club, watching Y/N with his penetrating gaze.

She was impatient, rolling her eyes. "Why are there so many people in the world, James? I'm almost exploding here."

He just took a sip of his drink. "Don't care about them."

But, of course, there's always a clueless one.

"Hi, beautiful, do you dance?"

Y/N looked at the guy as if he were an insect. "And you breathe?"

The guy laughed. "Of course."

"Then stop breathing."

James already knew it was going to be shit, but decided to watch it.

The guy insisted. "Come on, you look angry, let me cheer you up."

Y/N just grabbed his head and—BANG!—hit against the nearest table.

The silence took over the place.

James sighed, taking another sip. "I tried to warn you."

She looked at him. "Why are there so many people in the world, James?!"

He laughed low. "I don't know, but you're doing a great job reducing the number."

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Each scenario shows how she reacts to situations where someone tries to approach her in an unwanted way—and how her partners (Daniel, Gun, Jake, Gitae and James) deal with this chaos. While some try to understand her impatience, others simply accept that she is like that and appreciate her aggressive way of solving problems.

The tone is a mixture of comedy, action and unconventional romance, with a touch of brutality that makes the dynamic between Y/N and the characters even more unique.

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[chosaraki]

Bloody Seduction.

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Gitae Kim x R.femele ( Fetish )

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The moon illuminated the dark alley, reflecting on the pools of blood scattered on the floor. The sound of something heavy being dragged echoed by the silence of the night. Gitae Kim ran her hand over her face, cleaning some of the blood that splashed, and let out a sigh of boredom.

- That was boring... - he murmured, turning the axe between his fingers.

Before he could take another step, he felt an intense look on him. A hungry look.

He turned his head and there she was—his wife, leaning against the wall, biting her lower lip while watching him with a mixture of admiration and desire.

- Why are you looking at me like that? - He raised an eyebrow, but his tone was more fun than suspicious.

She didn't answer right away. He just walked slowly to him, his eyes shining with excitement as he slid his fingers through the handle of the axe.

- You have no idea how hot it looks like this... - His voice came out low, almost like a purr.

Gitae snorted, but didn't move her hand away.

- Really? Covered in blood, with an axe in your hand? Is that what makes you like this?

She smiled, pulling him by the collar of his torn shirt.

- You look like a true king... a god of war. How can I not get excited about it?

He felt a chill rise down her spine when she dragged her fingers through the dried blood on her skin, her eyes half-closed with pure desire.

- You’re crazy - he murmured, but his voice carried a satisfied tone.

She licked her lips.

- And you love it.

Gitae laughed softly, pulling her by the waist hard. The axe was still dripping blood on her hand, but at that moment, the only thing that mattered was the fire in her eyes.

- You really are my perfect wife.

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In the silence of the night, Gitae Kim rose like a dark god, his figure marked by the blood of a won battle. The axe in his hand, now immersed in red, was the symbol of his strength and destruction. But before him, his wife watched him with a burning desire, her eyes shining with a unique excitement, because for her, he was not just a man. He was an icon of power and violence, and that consumed her.

Every splash of blood, every movement of the axe, was a dance that seduced her, a poetry of war and passion. In her eyes, there was something wild, something that fed on chaos. Gitae, impassive, couldn't deny it—she was the flame that set him on fire. Together, between destruction and seduction, they completed each other in a dark beauty, where the line between desire and death was unded in the touch of blood.

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[chosaraki]

The Bride of Needles

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Yujae Seon x R.femele.

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Y/N inspired by Trafalgar Law

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(Location: Hidden Incheon - Dark Faction Underground Base)

The sound of footsteps echoed with clinical precision through the corridor illuminated in blue. The cold glow of the lights reflected on the concrete walls like scalpels pointed at the soul. He was on his back, with his hands crossed behind his body - the silhouette of Yujae Seon, the King of Incheon, as motionless as a statue carved by centuries of control.

Next to it, the pneumatic steel door opened smoothly.

- You're late. - his voice sounded calm, but each syllable carried the same pressure as a poisoned pulse.

(Y/n) came in with the medical coat still stained with blood - not hers, of course. Under him, part of the black tattoos that covered his fingers, wrists and part of his lap escaped like sacred inscriptions hidden under the skin. A tribal pattern , but redesigned with oriental traits and symbols of ancient Korean medicine.

- You were saving your best infiltrator - she replied, cold, as if the world around her didn't disturb her. - He had an exposed fracture and bleeding in the spleen. I decided it was worth keeping him breathing.

Yujae turned slowly. His half-closed eyes examined her as if he were looking at a treaty of war, not at the woman he would marry in less than 30 days.

- You didn't save him for me. Saved because you hate leaving an imperfect body behind.

She gave a slight smile, without denying it. It was true.

Approaching him, (y/n) pulled the black rubber gloves with precision, revealing the fingers tattooed with stylized letters that composed old words of protection and healing. She stared at him - the only person in the Dark Faction who could look him in the eye without blinking.

- I can cure you, Yujae. But you need to let something in you get sill first.

He remained silent. Her words did not irritate him; on the contrary, they instigated him. She was a sharp knife made to cut her own armor.

Yujae, without saying a word, took a pocket square and cleaned a blood stain that flowed from her jaw.

- The other kings don't have brides like you - he murmured. - That weakens them.

(Y/n) took his hand and put it on his own neck, showing him the firm pulse.

- And are you sure you want a bride with hands that know how to open throats and suture arteries?

- I don't want a flower - he replied. - I want a blade.

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— Flashback: When they met

Two years earlier, (y/n) worked as a clandestine surgeon in Busan, where she treated faction members in exchange for rare pieces and old medical grimoires. One of her patients tried to betray her - and ended up anesthetized with liquid ketamine and delivered to the enemies with the intestine sewn in zigzag as a warning.

Yujae heard about it. He looked for her personally, not to hire her, but to test her.

She received him with a cold metal table, clean scalpels and eyes that did not bow even to a king.

- If you want a treaty, sit down. If you want to kill me, bring something more beautiful than your ego.

Yujae laughed for the first time in years.

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She mastered a technique called reverse neuroblock, which temporarily paralyzed an opponent's limbs through fine insertions at specific points of the nervous system - something between lethal acupuncture and manipulation of brain signals. Few knew how it worked. Many died before counting.

In the battle of Sinseongho, she paralyzed Jaegyeon Na for eight seconds. This saved Yujae's life.

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— Engagement gift

Yujae didn't give him a ring.

He gave him a pair of custom-made surgical gloves with graphene thread and dark gold stitching, with the Dark Faction coat of arms engraved on the inside. The initials of both were on the left fist: Y.S. & (y/n).

She never used it. He just kept it - and answered with a new tattoo under his chin: a dark vertical line, symbolizing "silent honor". He noticed, but didn't comment.

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On a rainy night, he found her watching the tombs of the men she failed to save.

- Do you still carry them all? - he asked, standing in the rain.

- Not all of them. Only those who shouted "help me" in silence.

He took off his coat and put it on his shoulders.

Not out of compassion.

But because only she knew where it hurt.

And because he wouldn't allow the world to take her before the wedding.

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(Location: Private suite in Incheon, night after a bloody negotiation between factions)

The low light of the suite filtered through the heavy curtains, projecting long shadows that swayed on the walls as if whispering ancient secrets. The metallic smell of blood had already been washed from her hands. But the tension... this one remained in the bones.

Yujae Seon was sitting in a dark leather armchair, shirt ajar, loose hair falling over her half-closed eyes. He watched (y/n) standing in front of him - wearing only the wine satin robe that he himself had left for her earlier. The fabric barely covered the tattoos that went down the neck, collarbone and wrists, like marks of an ancient lineage. His body was symmetrical, silently lethal.

- Was the mission cleaned? - he asked, his voice hoarse, dragged, grave.

She nodded.

- The wound on the left arm was still bleeding. I sewed with black line. I didn't leave traces.

She approached. The robe slid slightly, revealing the circular mark tattooed below the breast, like an anchor between nerve and desire.

- Did you sew without anesthesia? - he murmured, already knowing the answer.

She stopped in front of him.

- I felt everything. I wanted to remember.

Yujae looked up and his fingers went up to the bar of the robe. He didn't undress her. He just passed his thumb over the skin where the pelvis bone protruded, slowly, like someone who studies an ancient wound that only he can open.

- And do you want to remember me... the same way?

She bent down, riding on him with clinical control, firm knees on the sides of the chair. The eyes of both collided in the middle of the silence. He touched her as if analyzing, and she mounted him like someone who operates - with coldness, precision... but hunger.

When their lips met, there was no urgency. It was a cold war of wills. His kisses were slow, deep, as if he wanted to extract every beat from her heart with his tongue. His hands explored her back like a war map, and hers ran over his scars as if they were escape routes that she knew by heart.

Yujae pushed the robe, letting it fall on her arms, completely revealing the tribal tattoos that crossed her breasts and flowed down her ribs.

- You're made of symbols. - he whispered against her collarbone, biting slowly.

- And you're made of steel. - she replied, gasping. - But I know how to bend steel when it's hot enough.

He lifted her in his arms with silent brutality, taking her to the mirrored wall of the room. He pressed her there, naked against her marked body, the breaths mixing, the tension turning into friction and pulsating desire. He penetrated her right there, without words, only with the exact strength of those who don't need to ask - and from whom she chose not to deny.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, and the nails left marks on his shoulders like traces of an ancestral signature.

With each attack, she looked him in the eyes, as if she challenged him to go deeper, to break that cursed serenity. And he, with his teeth stuck in his shoulder, finally let out the first low, serious moan, stuck for months in his throat.

Hours later, still intertwined, the palm of her hand rested on his chest - feeling not only the heart, but the weight that no one else touched.

- You don't need anesthesia with me. - she murmured.

- With you, I want to feel everything. - he replied.

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— On your honeymoon wedding night

The air was dense, impregnated with the metallic smell of dried blood mixed with black amber incense. There was silence, except for the sound of the zipper being lowered with surgical slowness. She was kneeling in front of him, wearing only black gloves up to the elbow, exposed tattoos and dilated pupils - like a goddess made to open bodies and corrupt wills.

Yujae Seon, sitting with her legs apart, watched her every movement as if studying a vivisection technique. He didn't smile. I didn't ask. I just allowed it. Her control was absolute... until she touched.

Her fingers passed through the inside of his thighs, with clinical precision, without haste.

- I need to open you up, Yujae... inside.

Her voice was low, soaked in controlled lust.

- Are you willing to let me see what no one else sees?

He didn't answer. But his erection under the black pants was already pulsating in response. She released her with a dry pull, and her eyes rose like scalpels in riste.

She licked him as if tracing a cut line with a hot tongue - from the base to the glans - then swallowed, slowly, millimeter, until his eyes closed for a second. Only one. But she saw it. And that was victory.

- Breathe - she murmured against him, before sinking more intensely.

His hands closed on the arms of the armchair, but he didn't touch her. Not yet.

She wanted to break the domain. He wanted the man, not just the king.

And you did it.

He pulled her by the hair, tilting her head back, the eyes of both stuck like blades about to collide. He got up, lifting her by the hips as if she were light - the only light thing in that world of violence. He laid her against the stainless steel table. The metallic sound echoed in the room as the beginning of a forbidden ritual.

Without warning, he entered her with brute force, and she gasped loudly, hands grabbing the icy metal from the table.

- Did you want to open me up? - he murmured at the foot of his ear. - Now you'll feel what's in here.

The attacks were fast, deep, wet, without containment. He fucked her as if he extracted from her a poison that only she carried.

With each lunge, she moaned louder - and the sound of the skin hitting against skin filled the space like a tribal beat.

He turned her on her back, one hand on the back of her neck and the other on her lower back. She arched, exposing the back tattoos that extended to the coccyx.

He licked them like someone who follows a map to the center of her pleasure.

- Where do you want my name tattooed? - he whispered.

- Here - she moaned, pointing between her legs. - But mark with her mouth first.

He sucked her right there, hard and deep, until she came against his tongue - trembling, squeezing her fingers in his hair, asking for more without words.

When he penetrated her again, both were wet, feverish, animalistic.

He came with a muffled growl against the back of her neck, biting, marking, as if he wanted her all inside, in each pore. They stayed there, connected, sweaty, panting.

Yujae didn't say anything. He just ran his fingers over her lips and took them to his own mouth.

She licked his fingers before.

Like someone who signs a pact.

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They took a shower together in silence. He washed her shoulders, and she drew the Dark Faction symbol in soap on his chest.

- You're my laboratory - she said, with a hoarse voice.

- And you're my poison of choice. - he replied.

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Yujae Seon and his fiancée (y/n) - a woman with an elegant appearance, tattoos similar to those of Trafalgar Law (One Piece), sharp mind and complex medical techniques, being both a healer and a silent strategist. Their relationship is intense, silent and full of implicit tension.

An intimate, sensual and erotic moment, with refined setting and mature language, centered on Yujae Seon and his fiancée (y/n). The tone is adult, elegant and loaded with emotional and physical tension, without gratuitous vulgarity - faithful to Yujae's restrained, strategic and dominant personality, and to the magnetic, cold and precise presence of (y/n).

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