#Lookism Gun

[locomoqo]

haiii!!! i may have spent the rest of my time reading all your works🥲🥲 and is it okay to request Girl Dad! jake,goo and gun reacting to their baby just blabbering and them going on with it like “yeah i know right” “that’s so true”

thank you!! (also take ur time since it looks like you have alot on ur plate atm💕💕)

sweet talk

ft. Gun Park, Goo Kim & Jake Kim x f!reader [separate]

details: fluff, established relationship (married)

A/N: I SAW THIS AND I WAS LIKE OH I HAVE TO DO THISSS ITS SO SAUR CUTEEEE YIEEE THANK YOU ANON FOR THIS REQ mweheh i love reqs like these

ᯓ★—GUN

Gun worked swiftly, slicing the apples with precision. He glanced over at his baby girl in her seat, her wide eyes tracking his every move as he sliced through each piece. You were down with a fever, leaving him to not only take care of you but also to manage his curious, babbling daughter.

He held up a bunny-shaped apple slice, presenting it to her with a slight smirk. Her reaction was immediate—eyes lighting up as she reached out, tiny fingers stretching toward the apple. “You like the bunny?” he asked as she took it and clumsily tried to nibble on it, ending up with more drool than bites.

Gun shook his head with a faint smile, but just as he turned back to finish the apple slices, she banged her chubby hands on the tray, her little mouth opening in a string of excited babbles.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, tilting his head as she bounced in her seat, one hand gripping the bunny slice like a prized possession while the other pointed insistently at the plate.

“These are for mommy,” he explained, trying to hold his ground, but she only babbled louder, waving her free hand around as if to insist.

Gun sighed, glancing at the bunny-shaped slice she held, and then at the other slices on the plate. “You want all of them like this?” he muttered, looking back at her. “You think mommy would like it, huh?”

“Mamamama!” she gurgled happily, slapping her tiny hands against the tray again, clearly delighted at his consideration.

Gun chuckled, shaking his head. “Fine, you win.” He picked up another apple slice, carefully cutting it into another bunny shape. His daughter watched, entranced, and when he showed her the new bunny, she squealed with delight.

As he worked, Gun continued to talk to her, more to keep her entertained than anything. “Think mommy’s going to like the bunnies?” he mused out loud, and she responded with a babble, as if offering her very serious opinion on the matter.

After finishing, he arranged the bunny-shaped slices neatly on the plate, giving one last glance to his daughter, who had finally managed a small nibble on her slice. “Well, if it makes you two happy…” he muttered with a small, barely-there smile, carrying his daughter in one arm and the plate in his other hand to bring a little joy to his sick wife.

With his daughter happily babbling away at her “help” and his own satisfaction at his work.

ᯓ★—GOO

Goo strolled through the house with his baby girl snuggled in her carrier, her tiny feet kicking as she took in everything with wide, curious eyes. Every few steps, she’d babble something, and Goo would gasp dramatically, as if she’d just shared the most incredible news.

“Oh, really?” he chuckled, bouncing her gently. “You’re just full of stories today, aren’t you?”

They paused in the hallway when she started reaching out, her little hand stretching toward a framed photo on the wall. It was a candid picture of Goo and you, both smiling on your wedding day. She babbled louder, smacking her little hand against the photo, clearly fascinated.

“Oh-ho! You found mama and dada, huh?” Goo teased, leaning closer to the picture so she could get a better look. She gurgled, waving her hands at the frame, and Goo’s grin grew. “You like that, huh? That’s ‘cause mama’s in it. She’s the pretty one, right? Dada’s just the one making her laugh.”

“Umwa, mwaamama!” she let out a string of babbles, and Goo put on a look of mock surprise. “You think she’s prettier than me? Oh, so it’s like that, huh?” he said, feigning hurt. “I’ll let that one slide since you’re my favorite girl.”

His daughter’s little noises filled the hall, and he grinned, nodding like she’d made the smartest observation. “Ohhh, you think I got lucky, huh? You got that right, sweetie. Lucky, lucky, lucky,” he chuckled. “And look at you, you’re her little twin! Same smile, same cute face… except you got daddy’s charm, don’t you?” he added with a wink, booping her nose.

Another babble.

“Yeah, I know,” he replied, nodding as though they were having a full-blown conversation. “She’s smart, tough, and—well, let’s just say she’s got me wrapped around her finger. And you… you’re just like her, you know? Gonna grow up and be just as amazing.”

He paused, caught off guard by his own words, blinking in surprise as he felt a weird flutter in his chest. “Whoa, that was... okay, that was a little too sentimental,” he muttered, looking down at his daughter, who just blinked up at him with wide, curious eyes. “Ugh, daddy went full cringe mode for a second there. Ignore that, okay?”

But she just babbled back, and Goo groaned playfully, rolling his eyes. “Oh, great, you’re telling mama? You’re ratting dada out for being sappy? Unbelievable,” he said before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

ᯓ★—JAKE

Jake rocked his crying little girl in his arms, gently swaying back and forth as he tried every trick he could think of to calm her down. He bounced her, hummed softly, even gave her that little “shh-shh-shh” that sometimes worked like magic. But today? Not a chance. Her babbling came between tiny, hiccupping sobs, and he leaned down to look at her with a gentle smile, brushing a thumb softly across her chubby cheek.

“Someone’s got a lot to say,” he murmured, his voice soft. “Tell me, princess, what’s wrong? You hungry?” He shifted her in his arms, bouncing her lightly. “Or are you just giving daddy a little piece of your mind?”

His daughter’s cries softened for a moment, only to pick back up again with another babble. Jake widened his eyes, nodding as if he fully understood her complaints. “Ah, I see, I see,” he replied, nodding seriously. “So it’s the blanket, huh? Not soft enough? Or was it the bottle? Too warm? Too cold? Man, this is complicated.”

She let out another babble-cry, tiny fists reaching up to grab onto his shirt as if she were clinging to her last hope. He chuckled, taking her tiny hand and pressing a gentle kiss to her fingers. “Alright, I get it, princess. You’re not mad. Just… sharing some feedback, right? I respect that.”

She let out a series of softer babbles, staring up at him with watery eyes, and Jake leaned forward, pressing his forehead lightly to hers. “Yeah, I’m listening. Go on, get it all out. Daddy’s right here.”

With each little sound she made, Jake nodded along, pretending to take mental notes. “Oh, so it’s my singing you’re not a fan of? I thought it was pretty good—so did mommy, but maybe I need some pointers from the expert,” he whispered, winking. “And the rocking chair? Too slow, right? Got it, I’ll add that to daddy’s list.”

She continued to babble, and he kept going along with it, his voice taking on a playful tone. “And here I thought daddy was nailing it, huh? Guess I still have a lot to learn from the boss.”

She let out a few more babbling sounds, her tone shifting like she was calming down, and Jake continued, nodding sympathetically. “And on top of that, maybe you missed mommy a little too, right? Thought she’d be here, didn’t you?” He gave her a warm smile, his fingers tracing gentle circles on her back. 

Finally, her cries faded into little hiccups, her big eyes staring up at him. Jake let out a soft laugh, his hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. “See? You just needed someone to listen. Don’t worry, princess—I’ll always be here, taking notes and making sure everything’s just right.”

His daughter cooed softly, finally content, her tiny fingers clutching his shirt as she nestled closer. Jake let out a relieved sigh, pulling her closer.

[okaysonny]

Gun relationship hcs Pls!! I love ur fics smmm!!!😋😋

dating headcanons ╏ gun park

a/n: ptj is in a throuple with gun and his wife so you're better off asking him :/ but tysm anon! ❤️ here's my take (^_-)

✦ i won't sugar coat...you have to be good looking loool. appearances are important to him.

✦ No ambition. No determination. No will. No money. In short, losers.

yes, i think this also applies to what he likes romantically! maybe not the money bit, but he finds tenacity + aspiration attractive traits. gun finds it hella lame if you have no goal or purpose in life.

✦ independencey + competency is also very important to him. gun's days are hectic and dangerous...he doesn’t really want to spend time coddling you 😖 leaves you to your own devices (for the most part) because he knows you can look after yourself.

✦ nonchalant gimmick to the MAX with this one. i think with guarded characters like samuel, johan, xiaolung etc, you can manage to make them flustered. gun? no. do something bold/sensual and the most he'll give is one of those amused smirks 😭

✦ idk the best way to phrase this without making you seem like a tool...but because of the environment he grew up in, gun views (committed) relationships like an obligation. it's something he thinks about when he wants to settle down. so if you're dating gun, you're dating to marry.

✦ probably wants kids to continue the bloodline, but again, this is really out of (what he thinks are) obligations, because he's not fond of them 😅

✦ gun's love languages: receiving gifts + quality time.

on receiving gifts: he's rich so that #lavish lifestyle is to be expected 😇 idk if gun is the type to let you go wild on his credit card, but he gives expensive gifts, because he thinks it's a good way to show affection without saying it.

on quality time: remember when he saw him wood carving while listening to music? surprised me very much! i did not think he'd be into that 😭

i'm taking this detail and headcanoning that he enjoys tranquil hobbies in general (pottery and gardening? 🤔) to unwind from all the chaos. and these are only things he does by himself!

at a certain point in your relationship, gun invites you to join him. just silence as he hands you a knife and a block of wood. it's actually boring as fuck, like watching paint dry boring. but he wants to spend time with you!!! he's turning his 'me' time into 'me + you' time. you're terrible at wood carving, but gun doesn't mind teaching you.

✦ a cute little scenario: you're super sick and gun makes a japanese flu remedy for you. it tastes like ass ❤️

but again, this is his way of saying he cares. why would you ruin the moment ?

✦ he likes receiving: words of affirmation + acts of service.

✦ so yes, i think gun very much shows his affection though actions. he gives you his umbrella when it's raining 😆

"why don't we just share it?" gun: 😮

✦ if you want this man...please reconsider he is very weird and goo is a better bf.

✦ eventually, gun finds your relationship doesn't feel like an obligation anymore. it's his volition. 𖹭

divider: @plutism

[waleriqww]

HERE IS MY HOUSEWIFEY 🍓😳🫣🤭

[laceymorganwrites]

First time calling you mommy - Lookism guys

A/N: why is it always delinquent guys that get me back into writing?

Vasco:

big dumb baby

never used to care about his dumbness and others calling him that because Jace takes care of most things for him

he always has others looking out for him and tells them regularly how grateful he is for that

once the two of you start dating Jace literally has a meeting session with you and gets you an actual fucking manual on Vasco

he doesn´t mean any harm, it´s just the way he does things

and it´s important to him to get to know you so he can know Vasco is in safe hands

approves of you immediately once he sees how much you baby his best friend and how much he enjoys it

teases Vasco about how clingy he is to you and that you´re more like his mommy than his girlfriend

´Is that bad?´

he loves it so much when you call him your big baby, is so soft for you

experiences subspace with you for the first time, he never felt that safe before, so taken care of

calls you mommy in public too, the Burn Knuckles and the others are already used to it but it´s still a bit awkward in convenience stores when he asks you to buy him snacks

Eli:

the only actual sweet and wholesome one out of those oops-

you haven´t known each other for that long yet, just from school

you´re the only from your classmates who actually knows anything about him

he doesn´t know why he trusts you so much but you´re the only person who doesn´t make him feel like a complete failure

he can just ... be with you, without thinking about anything dark or sad

that´s why it´s so easy for him to introduce you to his family

Yenna loves you immediately and instantly attaches to you

Eli is so relieved that she loves you so much, it takes so much off his shoulder having you around taking care of her, someone he trusts, so he can go to work without having to worry too much

Sally and you grow really close, she always teases that you´re better suited for the role of mom than her since you care so much for everyone

but you always say that there can be two moms and that she´s doing a much better job than you ever could

she´s also the first one you tell about your feelings for Eli, you kept them hidden for a long time because you didn´t want to pressure him

you didn´t even want to get into a relationship with him, not wanting him to be tied down in any way

after everything that happened with Heather you didn´t want to remind him of any of that, you were happy co-parenting as his close friend

Warren is the one to get Eli to admit his own feelings for you, he already was vulnerable around you before, he trusts you immensely after all

but now that he knows why it all makes so much sense, but at the same time he´s so scared

comes to you immediately after the talk and just confesses right then, sharing all his fears with you

it´s only when he´s in your arms that he finally admits it out loud

´Can you be my mommy too?´

Jake:

so fucking clueless

gives you such an awkward and unnecessarily long stare you think he´s actively judging every decision he made leading up to dating you

it was already so awkward and hard to get together with him because baby boy literally doesn´t know what he´s doing

the other boys had to set you two up on a date because he didn´t know how to ask you out

you gave him your number right when you met but he never called or texted because he didn´t know what to say so in the end the others just had to drag him out to meet you

granted he´s much better after that first date and getting over his initial nerves

still asks the boys about advice a lot, especially Sinu

and that´s how this whole mess started in the first place

him and Sinu live next door

one night he invited you over for dinner and to watch a movie and the two of you overheard Sinu and his girlfriend in bed

it´s hard to tell which one of you is more embarrassed (it´s Jake)

he won´t even meet your eyes after he hears Sinu moan ´mommy´

you two promise to never talk about this ever again, it´s the best kept secret, Sinu never finds out

still, Jake is curious about that kink now, he never really thought much about those power dynamics, he didn´t mind them but didn´t seek them out either

that´s when he notices that you take care of him a lot too and just how much he appreciates that

especially after a long day, you´re always there, to hear him out, to just be quiet with him, cuddle him, going out of your way to cook for him

´thanks, mommy´

it just slipped out, you will never forget how mortified he looked after he said those words

definitely needs baby steps to accept that side of him (and come to terms with having the same kink as Sinu)

Samuel:

´ooh you wanna call me mommy so bad´

´shut the fuck up´

okay so you´re either just fuckbuddies or enemies to lovers

since the second option is more fun I´ll go into a bit more detail here

you hated each other since you first met, you´re an older member of the Workers and responsible for showing him around at first

he´s a brat and not the fun kind, he´s unbearably annoying

he hates you because you´re not his type and he hates taking orders

you´re always at each other´s throats despite actively avoiding each other

it goes so far that Samuel asks Goo of all people for help

he tells him to just fuck it out in the most deadpan tone Samuel´s ever heard from him

one thing leads to the other and after you´re done he´s so mad about how good it was because to him you´re so ugly

´like you´re one to talk, sharpie boy´

you only keep sleeping with him because he has a big dick

not that he knows how to use it

you´re even more strict and harsh in bed which pisses him off, it pisses him off even more that it feels that much better when you do it in the way you want it

he refuses to submit to you no matter how much he likes it, just because his pride won´t let him

´come on, it´s not like we´re dating´

he´s so fed up with you telling him to call you mommy that he just gives in

he mumbles it to an extent he hopes you don´t hear it

but you don´t let him cum until he says it properly

´fucking fine! mommy....you happy now?´

he´ll never forget the smirk you gave him after that, the way you called him a good boy

he doesn´t know if he just has a praise kink or actually wants to date you

Johan:

you´re the one to bring it up first

so fucking irritated by it too at first

it was hard enough for him to admit his feelings and get into a relationship with you, let alone have sex with you

he´s discovering a lot of new things about himself with you which he´s grateful for but also it still scares him sometimes, how overwhelming it all feels

especially with his eyes he feels so weak and there´s nothing he hates more

you used to fight a lot whenever you wanted to take care of him

it took him a long time to understand that you don´t do it out of pity or because you think he´s useless, but it´s because you love him and that´s just the way you show it

he´s gotten into being blindfolded lately, at first he was against it because he still has a hard time letting go of control

but it´s easier on his eyes, the blurry vision gives him a headache most of the time

´shh, it´s okay, I´ve got you´

´it´s okay...I´m okay now, you know I trust you´

kissing you feels so much more intense whenever you blindfold him, this man is addicted to your lips anyway

always kisses you to the point he´s completely out of breath

you´re the only one to ever see him smile

´mommy, come back´

he whines as he still feels your breath on his face, he always teases you like that when he´s needy, missing your lips even one second after they left his

´I´m right here, baby´

Sinu:

sweet baby boy

he is such a poster boy, like the best example of mdlb

it was love at first sight

you were new on the street, opening a new shop for sweets and snacks

needless to say it becomes his favorite within seconds

has the sweetest smile around you

he´s so easy to fall in love with

he´s a gentleman but also never afraid to lean more into your touch and keep looking up at you whatever chance he gets

he´s submissive in the small ways, melts whenever you praise him

especially when you tell him you´re proud of him

you boost his confidence so much every time you tell him he´s attractive

he actually loves being called cute and being able to make you laugh

he´s still so happy to be dating you, he never thought he´d actually stand a chance with you

just kept annoying Jake and the girls about how to ask you out and afterwards how amazing you were

literally updates them on everything after you two were official, first time holding hands, saying I love you

you said it first and he cried on the spot from happiness

´I love you too, mommy, so, so much´

Warren:

he is so SHY with it

doesn´t know how to bring up the topic at all

he´s home alone thinking about how to tell you he loves you, you´ve been dating for so long now but you never actually said you were boyfriend and girlfriend yet

Eli always told him to get to know someone first, to date properly before making any serious decisions like that

he´s in the kitchen when he hears something

he forgot Hudson is home, or rather Hudson forgot Warren´s home since that guy is just listening to porn on full volume

in this moment Warren is just glad that nobody else is home (and he also pretends he never heard anything not to embarrass Hudson)

he´s cooking dinner for everyone but keeps getting distracted by the sounds, it intrigues him

he always lets you take the lead in bed simply because he enjoys it the most, seeing you in charge, how good it makes you feel to make him feel good

and he´s so proud whenever you show him that expression only reserved for him

he´s more of a service dom with sub vibes in every day life

when you come home that night he asks you to be his girlfriend and when you agree he just decides to ask you the other thing directly too

´can I call you mommy too?´

Kenta:

it happened on accident

he´s always been very quiet about his own needs because he feels like he doesn´t deserve to be taken care of the way he always wanted to

you´re also a part of Workers, but used to work at Vivi´s club before switching over to his division

you´re pretty much the mom of the whole team and get along with everyone

he doesn´t mind you seeing him without his mask on, he does respect you and your reputation in the organisation but he doesn´t allow himself any more than that

he´s completely inexperienced after all so he doesn´t know what to do with the feelings he has once they appear

he doesn´t understand why you find him so attractive, but he also doesn´t complain when you keep telling him how handsome he is

you´re the only person who´s allowed to touch him

doesn´t like how easily he blushes with you and how his skin seems to be on fire everywhere you touch

he loves it the most when you hold his face in his hands like it´s the most precious thing in the world

he doesn´t understand at all

only reluctantly agrees to be your boyfriend and tells you immediately to not expect anything from him

he doesn´t think that you´re actually serious about him

kind of panics when he realizes you actually like him

keeps asking you why

´do I need a reason? I just like you, that´s not gonna change, you know?´

he´s extremely insecure about his abilities overall but he´s just clueless when it comes to romance so he actually doesn´t know what to do at all

he´s relieved when you take the lead, feels safe in your presence, like he actually matters and means something

you help him gain confidence and find his own self worth

he´s such a good kisser

one night he comes home exhausted from a job and just falls into bed, immediately asleep

you take the time to get some work around the house done

when you come back to the bedroom and sit down at the edge of the bed you can´t help but smile

Kenta´s having a wet dream about you, he looks so cute and small like that

´mommy...feels good...´

Gun:

oh boy, he made the biggest mistake of all

he´s more on the sadistic dom side himself

he doesn´t mind having others take the lead in bed but it mostly ends up boring him

he has trouble feeling overall, he has to learn how to feel in a healthy way again

you´re...not the right person for that

in fact you´re much much more worse than him

you don´t give a shit about anything, you don´t do relationships, you only fuck with guys who shut up when you tell them to

Gun and you are friends, you´re very similar so you get along immediately

especially because it´s so very clear to both of you that you´ll never be compatible so you don´t even have to bother trying

it´s easier that way, working together, hanging out, no responsibilities or fear of getting hurt or hurting the other person

it should´ve remained like that

´you´d be the perfect mommy, you know?´

´fuck off, I don´t do that shit´

you´re not nice like a mommy´s supposed to be, you´re more of a mistress or goddess type but since you don´t care for the sexual partners you have there´s no power dynamic, there´s just you fulfilling your needs and wants

´that´s a shame, you´d be good at it, you´re a natural, trust me´

´and why would I do that?´

´cause I wanna see it for myself´

´fine. but we do it my way, asshole´

your arrangement is...strange to say the least

it´s not a relationship, it´s not even fuckbuddies either

Gun and you don´t even sleep together that much

you just clash too much

and Gun already is spoiled in every way of his life

still, he´s intrigued by the concept, it´s so...dull to him but somehow that just makes him all the more curious, the domestic part of it

it´s new to you both, even cuddling is weird, he´s touchstarved and becomes extremely clingy towards you, you hate showing affection in any way, you both hate being touched

but somehow...it´s not that bad

you become hyperaware of him and his needs, it´s hard to be soft, that´s just not how you are

but it gets easier over time, Gun doesn´t even realize it but he stops teasing you eventually, he didn´t think he´d enjoy it this much, not being in control

Goo:

this bitchass wouldn´t hesitate to call you mommy the second he lays eyes on you

he knows what he likes and he isn´t afraid to show and express it

doesn´t understand why he should be ashamed of it either, he´s always been open with his interests and kinks (much to Gun´s dismay)

he always wanted someone to take care of him, not just because he´s a lazy and spoilt bastard but mostly because he´s a hopeless romantic (but refuses to admit it)

when Goo had his first date ever he over prepared with a bunch of flowers and chocolate and even had a bluetooth box with some cheesy songs playing and Gun laughed at him so much he never recovered from it

Gun still teases him about it so much so that Goo has to actively hide his romantic side so he can spare himself the humiliation

in private he just goes all out because of that

people think he´s just a joke but what they don´t get is that he´s brutally honest all the time

you´re the only one who got him from the start which is why he knows you´re the one instantly and full on fucking courts you, taking it slow, a good pre-dating phase, the most beautifully planned dates ever

´please be my mommy, I´m begging you´

´sure, why not´

´wait, that worked?´

he´s exactly your type, he doesn´t fuck around, both of you know what you want

he´s funny but honest to a fault

he doesn´t play games or anything of the sort, he´s just hopelessly in love with you

does so many things to impress you

shows you his sword collection and talks about it for two hours straight

tells you he loves you right after he notices you actually listened and were interested

´mommy´s proud of you, baby´

[amphitriteswife]

Hey! Can you please write what would you do if i like someone else for gun, jake, johan and eli? Thank you ❤️

‘What would you do if i like someone else?’

Jonggun rolled his eyes at you when you asked him that question, his lips wrapped around the cigarette in his mouth, held up by his index and middle finger. He took a long drag and closed his eyes before he let the smoke leave his mouth slowly, savoring the taste and tapping the ash off the cigarette. ‘You ask stupid questions.’ Jonggun said wiping the ash off his lips. He took a seat on the couch and invited you to sit next to him, it was weird. Most of the time he just said and did what was necessary. Perhaps he felt rather nostalgic today? It was rare to see him vulnerable or sentimental. So what was he getting at? ‘Answerrrrrr’ you told him impatiently but still sitting next to him. You wanted him to answer your questions, they’re fun and interesting. He needs to be quick! ‘I frankly don’t think you will.’ ‘Will what?’ ‘Like someone else. Not ever.’ ‘Why’s that? What if i find a new babe?’ ‘Impossible.’ ‘Whyy?’ Jonggun sighed and pushed your head so that it was laying on his shoulder. He pushed the almost done cigarette onto the ashtray and placed a kiss on your lips, he tasted very ashy-like which made you cough. ‘IEUW’ you pushed him off you and breath for fresh air which made him chuckle at you lightly. ‘You told me I’m the only man you’ll ever love. And i trust your word for it.’ The answer made you stop in your tracks which made him give you another kiss instead and going back to literally another cigarette.

‘Well feelings are humane so…’ Jake said quietly, still contemplating your question. Perhaps you being sarcastic and asking a lot of questions was too much to handle for him? The question was supposed to be a joke and not that serious at all. ‘What would you do jakey?’ Jake pondered very hard, harder than he had when he was taking his exams last week, he needed a clear head to think. He thought long and hard before he answered. ‘Hmmm i would accept.’ He stated proudly. His eyes helt a certain type of twinkle in them. ‘Wrong! You’re supposed to say that i’m yours!’ ‘You are mine! And i am yours!’ ‘Then why are you accepting it if i liked someone else?’ ‘Because i love you.’ You gave him a confused look. Yeah he did love you, but that doesn’t explain what he’s saying?? Jake noticed your confused expression and smiled. ‘I love you, so even if you loved someone else. At the end of the day I want you to be happy.’ You looked at him and he looked back at you, his hands wrapping you in a tight hug with a wide grin on his face. Perhaps your joke was taken a little too serious…he was so sweet and selfless about it. It was a stereotypical Jake action, always thinking of others first. But what about Jakey himself? He was thinking of you first but what about his own heart, it almost made you emotional thinking about it. ‘If i ever leave you, hit me on the head.’ ‘What?’

Johan was sitting outside by the lake. His dogs were busy woofing around and playing with each other. He felt tired, very tired. He couldn’t help but wonder if an adult’s life was also so tiresome, working for the White Tiger center did come with a lot of work and costs…Johan let out a sigh. That’s when you popped up, his lovely partner. He was so relieved to see you. For some reason he couldn’t help but hug you tightly, his mood instantly relaxing. He kissed your cheek and watched you sit next to him on the park bench, talking to him about numerus things before you finally asked the question. Johan just stared at you for a few seconds, you could see the him processing your words and the way his eyes narrowed at you. He clearly disliked the question you asked him. Johan isn’t someone who likes it when someone takes it something from him…or when he loses someone again…so for him this wasn’t just a question but a hypothetical situation that could be true. ‘You wouldn’t…..you wouldn’t, would you?’ ‘It’s a joke.’ ‘Right.’ It came out more sarcastic than it was meant to be and the both of you knew it. You made Johan angry….the way his jaw was clenched and the veins in his neck now visible didn’t go unnoticed but you. But because for amusement you pretended to now know and ask further. ‘What would you do dawg?’ You knew Johan didn’t like it when you called him that, yet you did it anyway. Are you making him angry on purpose? ‘I would steal his shoes so that i could sell them.’ ‘Are you poor?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Oh- uhm. I can lend you money?’ ‘Gladly.’ Normally you wouldn’t have doe that so quickly, but this time he was mad at you so you gave him your spare change. Which for some reason made him super happy and go back to normal again. What a cheapskate

Eli gave you a deadpanned look when you asked him the question. Yenna, who was in his arms was pulling on his hair and trying to climb on top of his head made some brabbel sound. He didn’t know how to feel. Should he be angry or hurt? Maybe even insecure? What the hell was this question even supposed to mean? ‘What are you getting at Y/N?’ Eli asked you quite suspiciously, he doesn’t like this, not the question nor where you might go with this. ‘I want to know what you’ll do.’ You asked him casually, waiting for a response. He doesn’t know what to think. His hands grabbed Yenna gently and lifted her off his head and placed her on his lap instead. He was feeling conflicted, on one hand he didn’t want you to leave. He wanted to protect you and keep you with him. On the other hand he felt that it was selfish of him to make you stay if you didn’t want to. He pressed his lips in a thin line, Yenna was trying to get out of his lap and get onto yours instead. Yenna really has gotten attached to you in the times you spent here, sometimes she denied playing with him to play with you instead…he really doesn’t want you to leave. His hands softly scooted Yenna back to him which caused her to whine and crawl right from under his arm to you. ‘I don’t want you to leave…is that selfish?’ Eli asked you a little softer, watching Yenna crawl over to you and sit in your lap instead. You couldn’t help but feel bad. You didn’t make him insecure right? He sounded so sad. ‘I wouldn’t leave. It’s just a hypothetical question.’ ‘So no leaving me or yenna?’ ‘If i leave i’d take yenna with me.’ ‘Don’t steal my daughter. I don’t appreciate it.’ ‘Whoa sorry calm down-’

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Thank you for the ask! 💕⭐️🙏

[koiiiji]

touch starved

author's note ; highly inspired by ptjs tiktok with alarms. first art cr. to loveissiwan on X.

Jonggun doesn’t ask for hugs. he doesn’t initiate warmth. and he definitely doesn’t admit to wanting it.

to most people, he’s all sharp angles and cold control — distant, untouchable. that’s how he likes it too. how he’s always been. people respect fear and power. and Jonggun is very good at giving them reasons to keep their distance.

raised on fists and discipline, taught that strength meant survival, he was trained to fight — not to feel. touch, in Yamazaki world, had always meant something else. a punch. a blow. a warning. nothing comforting ever came from it. so somewhere along the way, his body just stopped expecting softness altogether.

no one really hugged Jonggun growing up. no one ruffled his hair or held him helping hand. what he got instead were commands, missions, the expectations to be perfect weapon and leader. without any hesitations. emotions were inefficient. touch was a liability.

so now, when something warm and human stirs in his chest, he doesn’t quite know what to do with it.

Jonggun doesn’t want to fight you. that’s the first thing he understands.

he doesn’t want to intimidate, doesn’t want to keep you at arm’s length like he does with everyone else. but affection? that’s foreign territory. too soft. too vulnerable. too un-Jonggun.

so he does what he can.

he flicks your forehead when you're distracted. he pokes your side when you don’t respond to him. he pinches your cheek when you ignore his presence — subtle little things, rough around the edges. never quite a real touch, never too serious. just enough to feel you.

it looks like teasing on the outside. it’s easy to mistake it for annoyance actually.

but it’s the only way Jonggun knows how to ask for touches.

because he knows that you will always brush his hand away in annoyance. or slap his forearm in playful manner if he bother you too much. a fleeting touch of fingers. the slightest touch. such a small thing Jonggun can forgive himself for, but still wanting more.

because hugging you? that would be crossing a line he doesn’t know how to return from. asking for closeness would mean admitting he wants it — needs it — and that’s too exposed, too raw. he doesn’t have the language for it.

so he lingers instead. he sits a little closer than necessary. lets his shoulder brush yours. stands behind you quietly, watching, protecting even.

and if he ever tickles you — which he does more than he’d admit — it’s because laughter feels safer than silence. because if you’re laughing, you’re not questioning his motives. you're not asking him what he really wants. and you're not pulling away.

he doesn’t touch people if its not fight. but with you, he finds his own excuses.

Jonggun not trying to be cruel or confusing — it’s just all he knows.

so no, Park Jonggun never ask for hugs.

but sometimes, when he flicks your ear or pulls you into a half-hearted scuffle that feels more like a game than a fight — maybe he’s asking anyway. in the only way he knows how.

[cocosteatime]

Salty

ft. Gun Park, Vasco & Daniel Park

Notes: fluff, funny (try to), established relationship

Summary: you’re cooking and decide to prank them by letting them taste test a heavily salted spoonful of whatever you made

GUN

You and Gun don’t really eat at home much as he prefers to take you out to dinner most nights so he isn’t very familiar with your cooking.

But he just broke his arm and you felt like cooking for him as a nice gesture. He isn’t very convinced tho but who is he to argue with you.

You’re almost finished cooking and was about to call him over when you remembered this prank you saw on TikTok.

You take a spoonful of salt and lightly dip it in the sauce to cover the salt and call Gun over.

He blindly puts the whole spoon in his mouth and pauses. He’s stood there for a good 5 seconds with an unreadable expression and you’re trying SOOOO hard not to burst out laughing.

He then quickly takes the wooden spoon off your hands, turns the stove off and picks you up “get ready we’re going out to eat”.

After you tell him it was a prank he says his kidneys could have burst from all that salt.

VASCO

Vasco is soooo excited you’re going to cook for him for the first time so you feel kind of bad about what you’re about to do.

He was right there in the kitchen with you watching you with cute, shiny, puppy eyes as you expertly move about chopping ingredients and stirring the cooking pan from time to time.

It was getting really hard to execute your plan as he was watching like a HAWK so you get the idea to ask him to set the table. Not your best idea as you ended up losing 2 perfectly new plates (he was just so excited the plates slipped from his hands poor baby).

He was about to run to the supermarket which was 2 miles away to buy them again but you managed to stop him.

You ask him to taste the spoon you secretly managed to load with a boat load of salt and you’re eagerly waiting for his reaction.

However, Vasco’s like “HMM THIS IS SO GOOD, YOU’RE AMAZING!!”. You were confused because you were 100% sure you put more salt on that spoon then there is in the ocean so how can he say that??

You try it yourself while he’s setting the table with 2 other plates and quietly gag. The salt is there!! Was he lying to not make you feel bad??

No, he was not, he genuinely didn’t notice it was full of salt because he was so excited you made something for him.

CHERISH HIM OKAY???

DANIEL

He is also very excited you’re cooking for him and he’s following you around the kitchen asking to help in any way.

You send him off to set the table while you prepare your trap.

You call him over to taste and he rushes over at the speed of light.

He puts the spoon in his mouth and briefly pauses, all sign of life leaving his eyes. He keeps on chewing and gives you a smile (as naturally as he can) and nods in approval “So gooood….” but he doesn’t know you can see his eyes watering and sweat forming on his forehead.

You know he’s lying but you go along with it, “are you sure you like it? It’s my first time making this” “d-do you like it?” “yeah! but I don’t know I feel like I messed up somewhere. Maybe I should add more salt” “NO THIS IS FINE”.

You give up and serve the food on the plates, poor guy he’s just staring at his plate and watching you eat your food in disbelief 😭

[chosaraki]

April 1st.

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Sang Baek 🦈

Jinrang 🐺

Gun Park 🕶️

James Lee 🍭

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Four hot men x R.femele. —————————————————————————

Theme: fake murder.

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Sang Baek:

It was April 1st, April Fool's Day, and Sang Baek was in the office, doing what he did best: monitoring gang operations and keeping everything under control. However, his wife, with her mischievous manner and full of energy, was determined to play with him, as usual, on that day.

She was silent, sneaking around the house and planning her "trap". Sang Baek was so absorbed in her work that she didn't realize that she was already setting up the scene for her game. She took an old shirt of his, lay down dramatically on the floor, with glazed eyes and an expression of pain, as if she had been the victim of a brutal attack.

Soon, Sang Baek left the room, going to the hallway, and suddenly stopped when she saw the scene she had prepared. She was lying down, motionless, with a thread of fake "blood" running from the corner of her mouth, and a face of someone who was really hurt, maybe even dead. The scene was so well done that he was shocked for a moment, with his analytical gaze trying to understand the situation.

- What happened?! - He asked, his voice controlled, but with a slight tone of urgency. He approached, crouching next to her, touching her neck to check her pulse.

When he realized that she was not moving, his gaze hardened, and he prepared to take a serious attitude, until he heard her muffled laughter coming from below. She couldn't contain herself.

- What... are you laughing? - Sang Baek asked, with his eyebrow raised, clearly confused.

She looked at him, smiling mischievously, and then revealed the truth.

- Oh, you believed it! I was just joking, April 1st! I didn't die, relax! - She laughed, slowly getting up from the floor and taking the fake blood out of her mouth.

Sang Baek looked at her, a slight smile appearing on her lips, but it was not a smile of fun, more an expression of slight exasperation.

- You're impossible. - He said with a deep voice, but without hiding a fun tone. - Don't think I'll fall into your traps so easily next time.

She, still laughing, approached him and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

- I just wanted to see your reaction! - She joked, her vibrant energy contrasting with his usual calm.

Sang Baek looked at her with a look that mixed fun and distrust, but his undisturbed attitude soon returned, as if he was aware that his wife would always do this kind of thing on April 1st.

- I'll get you back one day. - He said with a soft smile, while returning to his routine, already used to her mischief.

She just laughed, knowing that no matter how much she tried to deceive him, in the end she would always have the last laugh.

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Jinrang:

It was April 1st, the famous April Fool's Day, and Jinrang was at home, enjoying a quiet day after a long week of commitments. He was sitting on the couch, reading some papers, when he heard a noise coming from upstairs. He didn't give much importance, until the door opened and his wife appeared, with a mischievous smile on her face.

She was lying on the floor, her arms stretched out, her mouth open as if she were in a murder scene, and next to her was a plastic knife - clearly part of her staging. His clothes were messy, and his hair looked messy. She looked at him with wide eyes and a disguised smile.

- Jinrang! - She screamed dramatically. - I was murdered!

Jinrang looked at her, initially without understanding, before realizing it was a joke. He raised an eyebrow, but kept his serious expression, as if he were looking for more clues.

- Hm... it looks like someone came in here and killed you. - He said in a deep voice, his impassive posture. - I'll need to investigate this.

His wife, holding her laughter, made a face of pain, making another effort to maintain the farce.

- The murderer... he was... tall and had a cold look! - She tried to stay serious, but the laughter was about to escape.

Jinrang approached her slowly, as if he was really investigating the scene. He looked around, examining every detail carefully. The tension in the air was palpable, and his wife could barely maintain the dramatic expression, her mouth trembling from trying so much to hold on.

Finally, he knelt next to her and, with a very discreet smile, took the plastic knife. He lifted her up to examine her, but in a quick movement, he used her to give her a little slap on the ass.

- Do you think I'm going to fall for this trick? - He said, finally breaking the serious expression and smiling lightly. - April Fool's Day, isn't it?

She laughed, sitting down quickly and pulling him for a quick kiss, her joke finally revealed. Jinrang, despite his hard and ruthless nature, had fun with these little jokes that his wife liked to preach to him.

- I knew you would notice before I could continue the farce, but... you never know. - She said, still laughing.

Jinrang looked at her with his serious eyes, but with a touch of affection.

- I'll catch you next year. - He said, getting up to leave, but not without first giving him a complicit look. - And I hope the murderer left something good for dinner, since you seem to be playing at being a victim for today.

She smiled, shaking her head, and as he left the room, she knew that Jinrang, despite everything, also knew how to enjoy a moment of fun.

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Gun Park:

It was April 1st, and the house was quiet, with the soft morning light coming in through the window. Gun Park was at home, enjoying a quieter day, without the usual tensions of daily conflicts. His wife, always excited and full of energy, was planning a surprise for him. As was tradition on April Fool's Day, she wanted to play a trick on Gun - but she knew it would have to be something really convincing.

She prepared herself carefully. She put on a light makeup to look a little paler, wore a torn nightgown, and then lay down on the living room floor, with his eyes closed and an expression of pain printed on his face. She left a fake note near her hand: "Sorry, I couldn't fight anymore."

When Gun entered the room, he found her there, apparently inert, with her hand outstretched, as if she were dead. He stopped immediately when he saw the scene, the expression on his face changing from relaxed to tense. His eyes quickly scanned the room, and then focused on it. He ran to her, his hand already preparing to check her pulse.

- What happened?! - His voice came out hoarse and full of concern, something out of the ordinary for the confidence he always displayed. He shook her gently. - Hey, wake up!

She didn't moss. His heart beat faster, and the tension in the air grew.

But that's when she couldn't hold it anymore and let out a muffled giggle. He opened his eyes and saw the expression of pure concern on his face, and that made the joke worth it.

- Oh, did you think I was dead? - She asked, trying to hide her laughter.

Gun froze for a moment, his eyes widening. For a second, he could almost see his whole life passing before his eyes, his hands starting to tremble with so much anger and relief at the same time.

- You... - He looked at her with a mixture of confusion and irritation, his voice trembling slightly. - I swear, you'll pay me for it.

She tried to get up, but he quickly pulled her back to the ground with a fiery look in her eyes.

- This is not a joke, [Name]. - His voice was now low and controlled, but it didn't hide the growing fury. - Don't do that to me again.

She was still laughing, but soon realized that he wasn't joking. Gun's serious look made her laughter diminish, and she sat down, feeling the tension in the air.

- Sorry, love... I just wanted to scare you a little. - She said, trying to apologize, but she knew she had gone too far.

Gun looked at her, taking a deep breath, before finally looking away and sighing. He got up and went to the kitchen, but not without first taking one last look at it.

- You're lucky to be you. - He murmured, before leaving, leaving her with a mixed feeling of guilt and fun.

She knew he would be upset for a while, but she also knew that, deep down, he would end up giving in. After all, the tension in their relationship, no matter how intense it was, never lasted long.

While Gun was in the kitchen, she stood there, waiting for him to come back, sure that he would never fall for a joke like that again - but, at the same time, already preparing for his next big joke.

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James Lee:

It was the first of April, and you knew that, with James, the game of pranks would be intense. You were determined to surprise him, with a bold joke, thinking about how fun it would be to see him enter your "prank". The idea seemed brilliant - to make him believe that something terrible happened, that you were... dead.

You prepared the scene carefully: a stain of red paint on the floor, a note carefully left on the table, and a text message sent from an anonymous account saying you were in danger. The house was silent when he arrived, and you expected him to go directly to the "scenario".

James entered, the door closing gently behind him. He took off his coat and looked around, without immediately noticing the scenario. You hid in a corner, watching him with a mischievous smile, waiting for the reaction.

Suddenly, he looked at the note on the table and, with an expression that quickly turned from curiosity to concern, approached. His eyes ran through the piece of paper and the stain on the floor, while his heart accelerated.

- What... - he murmured, but before he could finish, the sound of his breathing became heavier, his jaw tense.

He then walked faster to the spot of the stain, and you could see the panic starting to take over him. His gaze scanned the house, looking for any sign that something was wrong. His cell phone vibrated, and he looked at the screen. The message was there: "She won't get out of this."

The feeling of tension in the air was palpable. James, now visibly nervous, was about to call the police when you revealed yourself from behind the door, with a cute and innocent expression.

- Good morning, love! - you said, with a smile of pure fun. - Happy April Fool's Day!

James stopped, frozen in place. For a moment, you thought he could just explode with anger. He stared at you with wide eyes, and then, slowly, his shoulders relaxed. However, his expression was not of relief, but of pure coldness.

- Do you think this is funny? - His voice was calm, but the intensity in his eyes said the opposite.

You started laughing, completely excited about the success of the joke, but soon felt a chill down your spine when you saw James' expression. He approached with a firm and ruthless step.

- Never do that again. - Your voice was low, but full of a deep warning, and you realized the danger in those words.

You, a little nervous about his reaction, took a step back, trying to soften the mood.

- I was just joking! It wasn't serious, James, it was just an April 1st prank!

He stared at her with a penetrating look, his body approaching you in a dominating way.

- No. That wasn't a joke. - He spoke calmly, but with a veiled threat. He pulled you close, his eyes fixed on yours. - You'll pay for it. Not for scaring me, but for thinking he could deceive me like that.

The tension between the two intensified in an unexpected way, and you knew that the game was no longer in your control. What seemed like a simple joke had now given way to something much more serious, and James was clearly in control.

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Sorry if you think the joke is too dark...

My mood may be a little black....

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[anticapitalistclown]

don't mind me, I'm just de-stressing

brother's friend! Gun who on a random Friday night appeared at your home with your older brother carrying a suitcase, this man will hide in our home for a while, something about loyalty and blood lineage that you actually didn't care, you were more worried about having not one man but now two that will dirty more your bathroom.

brother's friend! Gun who didn't seem like he was actually living with you, he just stayed silent in a corner of the living room doing some wood carvings (that actually were pretty awesome) and who went to sleep as soon as the moon appeared.

brother's friend! Gun who finally talked to you after three weeks of staying in, a simple "thank you" after you served him a cup of tea, and who hide a chuckle after watching you startle at his voice

brother's friend! Gun who offered you the smoke you asked after a tiring day, and who laughed at you after seeing you lamely choking "you don't need to smoke" he steals your cigarette, his fingers grazing over the warmth of your lips a few seconds more than expected

brother's friend! Gun who listens in silence about your day, what you did on your job, his comforting silence leading to change your conversation to a sudden ramble about that creepy dude that always follows you after your shift, from the station to almost home! despite how many times you told him to leave you alone, how your brother never helped you with the issue, and on god! it felt so good to ramble!

brother's friend! Gun who next day surprisingly is waiting for you at the station, you walk together in complete silence, but you finally feel comfortable at your walk back home! He waits for you again the next day, and the next...

brother's friend! Gun who looks at you surprised when you give him a new pack of cigars, he was running out so you just bought it, he lights you one and chuckles again after hearing you choke.

brother's friend! Gun who steals the cigarette from your lips again, his lips feeling the taste of your lip gloss on the filter, although this time Gun feels the indirect kiss is not enough.

brother's friend! Gun who before opening the entrance door cages you between him and the wall, throws away his cigarette and lets the smoke slip smoothly out of his lips to yours, he doesn't move any closer, analyzing your expression, only devouring your lips when you part them to inhale his smoke.

brother's friend! Gun who waits impatiently for your brother to leave for work, it almost looked like he was kicking him out of your house... maybe so only he can have you all for himself <3

[lheslie]

Married life with Gun

This man would make sure you had a house, health insurance, EVERYTHING THAT YOU NEED, PERIOD.

If he's going to settle down with you, imagine living in the countryside where there's peace and quiet while he farms crops, that's his ideal life.

Except for the fact that he still is the head of the Yamazaki Clan on the sidelines.

So yes, Imagine a Mansion in the countryside filled with Yakuzas inside and outside, guarding you and ensuring your safety.

He would dismiss them a lot when you're with him, he doesn't want you involved in the Clan's business.

You have a no-killing inside-the-house policy or even outside the garden, so they'd have to bring their enemies like 2-3 kilometers away from the house before killing them.

You're surprised Gun agreed to that; he also doesn't want any mess inside his perfect home, doesn't he?

He also follows you wherever you go to protect you from his enemies, and if you are not present otherwise, he'd appoint some of his men to guard you.

He'd want a child with you, of course, preferably a male, a successor to the Clan; make sure he won't turn into a masochist like Gun, please.

He would cherish the child without knowing it at first glance; he doesn't know how to love the child as it took time for him to trust and bond with you, so it'll be the same with your child; you'll have to teach him how to bond with your baby.

The best father, though, doesn't know what to do or say, he goes with the flow with you and gives the shittiest father's advice when it comes to practical problem.

He'll be present at every parent-teacher meeting, awards, graduation, birthday party, and many more.

But he will give you THE BEST advice when you're in the middle of a fight.

He would watch on the sidelines; he wouldn't step in and help your kid because he'll need to learn; that's what Gun said.

But he'll step in when it's VERY much needed; that's how he loves; he teaches you perseverance and survival skills and gives you a reality check.

Although you don't want Gun to teach your child like this, inevitably, he isn't going to end up in the middle of a fight, considering he is Gun's son Heir to the Yamazaki Clan.

So if you want a kid, it's your choice from Gun's perspective; he'll understand and support your decision, but remember there are consequences to your actions.

And if you don't have a kid with Gun, he'll probably appoint the family with the strongest head, that's loyal to him as Heir to the Clan.

Attending Clan meetings is optional; I mean, Gun's the head; disobeying is a death sentence.

Watch out for the cunning heads in the Clan, though. They'll try and take the opportunity to send their children to seduce Gun himself into taking Consorts for child rearing or additional status in the Clan.

Being soft isn't an option here; Gun knows that, so you'll have to be strong in your own right to protect yourself as well; that's why Gun loves strong women who can.

Because he can't handle damsels in distress while he's fighting off enemies alone, he needs someone who can match his level and energy to an extent; it doesn't have to be strong to kill; he just needs them to survive and understand him as who he is.

He doesn't want any weakness, just strength, and more strength, and it'll also have to come from you.

And, of course, all of that aside, he still spoils you with luxury items imported from different countries.

Vacation to different countries is a normal activity that is held once a week or 3 times a month.

If you like flowers, expect a beautiful garden inside your mansion that is delicately handled by experts.

If you like eating delicacies, there's a Michelin chef in the kitchen; beware about commenting on their food; Gun might cut the Chef's hands if it isn't up to your liking.

If you like clothes, he'd have a personal designer that caters your clothing to your style.

If you like jewelry, he'll have them handcrafted immediately.

He has the money, and he can't even bring that to his grave, so why not spend it while he can?

What else makes him happy when he sees you smiling at the gift he has given you?

All the bloodshed from extorting money was all worth it to see your smile in front of him.

Yes, most of your belongings came from other people's suffering, blood, sweat, and tears.

You better enjoy it or it will all be for naught if you didn't.

Because that's how Gun shows his love and affection, the only way he knows how.

He is very possessive as well when it comes to you, making him feel all types of weird feeling inside his chest, he gets jealous when you talk to other people, but he tries to be better and tolerates it.

He definitely got into a fight once because someone was looking maliciously at you.

He also bought you the biggest ring after that, making sure people can see that you were already his and his alone.

He enjoys holding your hands, he doesn't talk about it, but he loves it when you embrace him with your warmth and love.

He can't explain it, but he wants more.

[locomoqo]

switchin' them positions

ft. Gun Park, Goo Kim, & Diego Kang x reader [separate]

details: NSFW content, sub characters, p in v (gun's part), bondage + cockwarming (goo's part), handjob + orgasm denial (DG's part)

A/N: BOO!!!! drops bomb and runs (literally just smthing i came up with like..what if u make that hunk go sub..esp the big 3 ++ goo is the subbiest out of the 3 tbh)

ᯓ★—GUN

Gun’s back is pressed against the headboard, his dark eyes fixed on you. He’s already stripped down, his body tense beneath you as you straddle his hips, feeling the warmth of his dick pressing against your inner thighs. His hands rest on your waist, fingers tightening instinctively as you start to move, slowly rolling your hips, teasing him with every shift of your body.

“Let me,” he growls softly, his grip tightening as if he’s about to flip you over, take control like he always does. But you shake your head, pressing your palms against his chest, holding him down with a firm but gentle pressure. 

“Not tonight,” you say, your voice soft but insistent, feeling the steady thud of his heartbeat under your fingers. “Tonight, you don’t get to be in charge.”

His eyes narrow, a flicker of frustration flashing across his face, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t fight you—not yet. He’s too curious, too caught off guard by the way you’re looking at him, with a calm determination that he’s not used to. He doesn’t let go of your hips; his fingers dig into your skin, and you can feel the tension thrumming through him, the desire to flip the script, to take you down and make you beg for him.

“Just let me take care of you,” you murmur, leaning down to brush your lips over his, the kiss soft, lingering. You feel his body shudder beneath you, the barest hint of surrender, but he still watches you warily, as if he’s not sure he can trust himself to let go.

Slowly, you start to move, your hips moving against him, taking him inside you inch by inch. His breath hitches, and his sharp, predatory focus giving way to something softer. His hands twitch against your waist, but he stays where he is, allowing you to set the pace.

“Just relax, handsome," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath as you move, slow and unhurried, letting him feel every inch of the sweet walls of your pussy.

He makes a low, frustrated sound, his hands tightening again as if he’s about to take over, but you press him back down. Your fingers threading through his hair, tugging just enough to make him subtly gasp. “No,” you insist gently, but firmly. “You get to relax tonight. Relax.” You put emphasis on the last word.

He looks up at you, his breathing ragged, and you can see the war in his eyes—wanting to give in, but hating how exposed it makes him feel. But he doesn’t fight you, doesn’t try to take back control, and there’s something almost desperate in the way he watches you, as if he’s never felt this kind of weakness before. It's almost like he's turning into putty in your hands.

As you move, your pace quickening, you can feel the tension in him slowly unraveling. His fingers loosening their grip on your waist, his head falling back, exposing the column of his throat. God, the way your pussy just squeezed the life out of his cock felt good, he wouldn't admit it but letting you set the pace for once felt good.

You lean down, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw, his neck, savoring the rare moment of intimacy as his body begins to respond to yours, his hips lifting to meet your movements.

“You’re doing so well,” you whisper, your lips brushing against his ear, and he shudders, his eyes fluttering shut as if he can’t bear to look at you while he’s like this—laid bare, completely exposed. There’s a rawness in the way he grips your thighs, his fingers trembling just slightly as he gives himself over to the moment, letting you take him to the edge.

Every sound he makes—every low, breathy moan, every ragged gasp—feels like a victory, each one more desperate than the last as he lets go of the control he’s always held so tightly. His muscles are tense beneath you, his breath hot and uneven as he watches you through half-lidded eyes, his jaw clenched with the effort of keeping himself in check.

Your words are soft, soothing, and you can see the way they hit him, the way his breath catches as he looks up at you, his gaze suddenly raw and open in a way you’ve never seen before. His hands slide up to your back, holding you close, and you can feel the way he trembles—just a little, just enough to let you know that you’ve cracked that icy exterior.

His moans grow just a tad bit louder, his control slipping further with each roll of your hips, his breaths coming faster, rougher. You feel his hips move up into you to try and meet your hips, his eyes squeezing shut, his grip on you tightening as he lets you take him apart piece by piece until he’s gasping your name, lost in a pleasure he can’t control.

When he finally shudders and falls apart beneath you, his seed painting your insides white, there’s no pretense left—just raw, unguarded emotion, his eyes glazed and unfocused, his body spent.

You stay like that for a moment, catching your breath, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his chest beneath yours. He looks up at you, and for a second, you see the barest hint of a smile before he pulls you down into a fierce, hungry kiss, as if to reclaim some of the power he’d let slip away.

And maybe, just maybe, he’s okay with that.

ᯓ★—GOO

Goo should’ve known better. Maybe he wouldn’t have said yes if he’d realized things would end up here, or perhaps if he’d actually taken you seriously, the consequences wouldn’t have been so... brutal.

It started with a simple request—you wanted to switch things up in the bedroom. He laughed, entertained the thought, but never let you follow through, always brushing it off with a smirk and a smug, “Next time.” So, this time, you decided to make sure he’d regret that.

You pushed him down onto the bed, capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss, and before he knew it, he heard it—the click of handcuffs locking his wrists above his head. His eyes widened as you pulled back, a sly smile playing on your lips.

“Alright then,” he chuckled, half-disbelieving. A playful, cocky grin spreading across his face. “Let’s see what you got, boss.”

You straddled his hips with an intensity that made that cockiness of his falter. For just a second, you caught that slight drop in his expression. “Stay,” you ordered, voice firm, leaving no room for argument.

He chuckled again, but there was a faint trace of uncertainty there now, a sliver of something almost like nerves.

“Oh, I’m so scared,” he mocked, but it sounded hollow, his confidence starting to crack.

You leaned close, your breath warm against his ear. “I mean it, Goo. You move, and this stops. Understand?”

You felt his body tense beneath you, the slightest catch in his breathing. He laughed, but it was softer, less certain. “O–Okay, whatever you say, sugar,” he muttered, voice slipping as he started to take you just a little more seriously.

You rewarded him with a slow, deliberate grind against his cock, feeling it harden beneath you as his breath hitched, his fingers twitching above his head, clearly aching to grab you but unable to.

“You’re gonna listen, right?” you teased, voice low, testing just how far you could push him.

“Yes,” he replied, but it wasn’t steady, the usual cocky edge blunted, replaced with a hint of submission.

“Good,” you murmured. You could feel the tension in his arms as he strained against the cuffs, testing his restraints but holding back, for now.

He could feel his cock twitching to be inside of you, but he could do nothing but watch as you grinded on his length. That smirk of his was slipping fast, the usual swagger replaced with something far more vulnerable.

“Still think this is funny?” you asked, pressing your hands down on his chest, pinning him harder. His eyes widened, and you watched as a bead of sweat formed on his brow, his cock pressing harder against you as he looked up, flushed, defiant, but beginning to crack.

Oh, who was he kidding? You looked so fucking hot like this. His dick was only getting harder by the second.

“N–No,” he admitted, voice breathy. He licked his lips, gaze locked on yours, his arrogance unraveling with each passing second.

You leaned in, slowly grinding on him. Each touch, each kiss was a slow burn, drawing out every last bit of his restraint. He started off with cocky retorts, but the longer you teased, denying him even the slightest touch, the more his smug façade crumbled.

His breath came in sharp gasps, smirks turning into bitten-back moans when you finally sank down onto his cock—agonizingly slow at that—and when he tried to lift his head to capture your lips, you pulled back, keeping him right on the edge.

Goo couldn’t handle this. Just when he thought you’d finally give him some release, you went completely still on top of him. No, no, he’d hold out—you’d move sooner or later, right?

But you didn’t. And now he was starting to feel cornered, his body aching for you to move. The way your cunt would give his dick a squeeze every now and then, the stillness so torturous he thought he might lose it.

“Please,” he murmured, voice stripped of all bravado, replaced with genuine need. His hips bucked against yours, wrists pulling desperately at the cuffs, eyes wide and pleading.

“What was that?” you asked, pretending not to hear, dragging your nails lightly down his chest, a teasing glint in your eyes.

“P-Please,” he repeated, louder this time, voice breaking, his face flushed as he looked up, wild-eyed and almost desperate. “Fuck, I—need you—”

You smirked, leaning down until your lips brushed against his, voice dipping into a low, teasing whisper. “Oh, now you’re begging? I thought you were the one in control.”

He let out a broken groan, head falling back as he tugged at the cuffs, his usual arrogance shattered. “Please,” he said again, voice raw, the word slipping out like a whimper, leaving him exposed to you.

You couldn’t help but grin, a thrill running through you as you saw him so undone, so needy—all because of you.

“Well,” you murmured, finally granting him a slow movement of your hips. The friction drawing a deep, shuddering moan from him. “Maybe I’ll give you what you want...as long as you keep being a good boy for me. Can you do that for me?” you purr at a tone that's so sweet yet razzing.

“Yes, yes-” he gasped, trembling beneath you, wide, desperate eyes locked onto yours, no trace of his usual swagger left. “I’ll be good. I promise. Just—please, just fuckin’ move.”

“Are you telling me what to do?” You ask, lifting an eyebrow at him with a small pout. He immediately shakes his head, “N–No, sugar, ‘m sorry–I just-”

Oh this was just too amusing.

ᯓ★—DG

Diego Kang, the level headed man. The one man circle, the legend of the first generation…the titles he’s earned could go on and on. Always exuding that calm confidence, that unshakable aura. But tonight, that was exactly what you aimed to break.

After all, he was still a man, wasn't he?

Your little movie date night with him is long forgotten by you as you shift closer, slipping your hand under the blanket, trailing your fingers over his thigh. You catch the briefest flicker of his eyes down to you, a faint question there, but he says nothing. Unfazed, as always.

Yet you don’t stop. Your hand slides further, pressing just a little harder, and when your fingers graze his cock through his sweats, you feel him tense ever so slightly. He doesn’t say a word, but there’s a slight exhale, barely audible, as he shifts in his seat.

You pull it out, touch feather-light as you ran your hand over the length of his cock, only teasing at first. He didn’t flinch, only looked down at you with that calm, unreadable gaze of his, like he was trying to figure out what game you were playing.

“You’re not going to get to me,” he murmured, that calm, even tone never wavering.

You smirked, looking up at him. “Is that so?”

Leaning forward, you wrapped your fingers around his cock, giving it a slow, torturous stroke from base to tip. He let out a measured breath, eyes narrowing as he tried to keep his expression neutral.

“Mmhm,” he replied, but there was the faintest tremor in his voice, just barely enough to let you know you were getting to him, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

Slowly, you ran your thumb over his slit, feeling his body tense under your touch. His jaw clenched, but he kept his eyes locked on the screen, refusing to let you see him slip.

“Nothing to say, hm?” you teased, keeping your strokes excruciatingly slow, keeping him right on the edge, but never giving him enough to tip over. The way your hand feels around his dick has him wanting more. More than this.

He could just imagine your pretty little lips wrapped around his thick cock or maybe even better—him sinking every single inch of him into you. He bites his lip, hands flexing at his sides.

It makes him swallow hard, adam’s apple bobbing as he forces himself to stay in control. “You’ll have to do better than that,” he replied, his voice tight but still steady.

Your fingers moved faster, stroking him with a little more pressure, watching his resolve waver, bit by bit. His breath hitched, his eyelids fluttering just slightly as he fought to keep his composure.

“Oh? So you don’t mind if I just… keep you here like this?” you murmured, voice laced with a teasing sweetness as you slowed your strokes, edging him right up to that breaking point before pulling back again.

His lips parted, and for a split second, you saw it—the faintest flicker of frustration in his eyes, a crack in that calm exterior. He let out a shaky breath, biting down on the inside of his cheek, clearly still fighting to stay composed.

“That’s... fine,” he managed, but his voice was strained, his hands clenching into fists at his sides now.

With a smirk, you leaned in, pressing your lips against his neck, littering the space with slow kisses. “I don’t think you can handle it,” you whispered against his skin. “In fact, I think you’re going to beg.”

His body tensed, and his breathing quickened, but he still wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of breaking. “I won’t,” he replied, though his voice had grown softer, barely above a whisper.

You laughed softly, moving your hand with a firmer stroke, watching as his cool demeanor slowly melted away, replaced by the raw need he could no longer hide.

“Let’s see,” you challenged, stroking him just a little faster. His gaze shifts down to his dick, looking furious at the constant denial of release. He could feel the tension build in his body as he struggled to hold onto what was left of his control.

Finally, a low, ragged moan escaped him, and he gave in. Those eyes hazy with desire as he whispered, barely audible, “Please…”

“Didn't hear you,” you teased, slowing your movements to a crawl, dragging out each stroke until he let out another shuddering breath.

“Please,” he repeated, his voice softer, almost pleading. His eyes met yours, the last of his composure slipping away as he gave in

You leaned back, smiling victoriously as he looked at you, expression shattered and vulnerable. It was everything you wanted, and you hadn’t even pushed him all the way over the edge yet.

“See?” you whispered, your fingers ghosting over his cock again, driving him right back to the brink. “I told you you’d beg.”

[okaysonny]

lookism characters that should meet (or interact more)

doing ANYTHING but studying 😋

gun and kouji

interacted briefly during stalker arc...and they both hate each other like i KNOW they were funny af as a duo. kouji defo cackled when he saw gun getting arrested on the news

vin jin and dg

dg is defo pulling up at some point in busan arc or when allied are all together. imagine vin jin being like...i'm never getting an opportunity like this again!

and then he starts rapping in front of dg 😭😭 and allied stand there like 😦

can ptj put dg in funny and awkward situations pleaseee

crystal and jake

crystal: neglectful father, living in charles' shadow (daughter of HNH group's ceo), father was a member of gapryong's fist, father died under mysterious circumstances, crystal would know his suicide seems suspicious and likely wants to investigate his death + background - would lead her down the path of pre gen and gapryong's murder, FINE AF.

jake: neglectful father, living in gapryong's shadow (son of gapryong kim), father led gapryong's fist, father died under mysterious circumstances, jake knows charles had james 🔪 gapryong but doesn't know HOW it went down - wants to look into pre gen and gapryong's murder, FINE AF.

HMMM I'M NOOTICING!!! 🤨☝🏽 the wheels in the head are turning!!!

eli and johan

johan joins j high's beauty department and the girls there go CRAZY because there's another HOT guy joining. all the girls flock over to them. johan stands there like 🧍🏻‍♂️.

vasco and zack watch with tearful eyes because the people they saved are the ones getting girls instead of them 🤦🏽‍♀️

vin jin says something like aren't you the elementary school graduate with fucked up eyes?! and johan's expression darkens. everyone's like OMG vin jin is in for it now 😧

but johan just smiles and pats his shoulder as he walks away.

johan is great at doing hair. eli is shit at doing hair. johan is smug af about it. but they're becoming friends 😄 let us leave worker's badges and broken wands behind us

samuel and logan

THEY'RE BOTH IN GOO'S GROUP BUT WE'VE NEVER SEEN THEM TALK 💔

oh the thought of it has me giggling. so unserious

logan says some out of pocket shit about his chest or tattoos

yenna and jerry

small baby and gentle giant ❤️ jerry and warren are also very chill with each other...imagine them meeting. awww 😄

i hope one of these interactions happen. i need it for my soul ^_^ 🫀

[waleriqww]

everyone's hair looks different in the new style don't tell me gun will come with long hair (just like his dad)

[amphitriteswife]

Imaginary chains

Source: Lookism

Pairing: child jonggun x child reader

Warnings: forced marriage, family issues on both sides. Please do not read if it’s a sensitive topic!

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A Princess, that’s what you are. A child of one of the important clans known in Northern Japan. Well respected and surprisingly on good terms with the Yamazaki clan. The Yamazaki clan itself was quite large with multiple members and sons of the head of the Yamazaki clan at the moment: Yamazaki Shingen. It had been rumored that the head of the clan wasn’t as active when it came to fighting, hence why your father joined forces in attempts to overthrow him. Ofcourse, it was proven that all of them were foolish and the price for that was death, most of them were…the price for your father’s foolishness was casted onto you. Even after his death. In the eyes of the Yamazaki’s you were seen as a great candidate and had lots of potential to be the bride of the next succor of the Yamazaki clan. And right now the one who seemed to get that title was no other than Jonggun park.

Until now all you ever heard about him were stories, things you had never seen for yourself. The rumors said he was a lot like his dad, a prodigy and the one of the sons who would be the heir. It was rumored that even though he was in elementary school, he already defeated a whole army of gangsters. But aside from Jonggun there was also another high candidate who was his cousin, Haruto. Yet due to some tragic and unexpected reasons he was no longer considered a candidate. It sucked. It really did. Unlike Jonggun, Haruto sought you out and was a kind individual. Often telling you his opinions on various things, his different vieuwes and most importantly: how the Yamazaki clan operated. Haruto was one to not let his families expectations get to him and didn’t want the same to happen to his cousin, offering him kindness and reassurance. He truly was a great boy.

Stepping onto the wood floor, you found yourself slightly worried mixed with a hint of nervousness. Recently, the Yamazaki estate had asked for your presence in order to meet Jonggun. It wasn’t a pleasant surprise to say the least, the rumors weren’t good and the only sane person in the Yamazaki clan wasn’t here anymore. Despite your worry, there was also a hint of empathy. What did Jonggun feel upon knowing that the cousin who treated him for who he was and not as a weapon now that he was gone? The sound of wood creaking mixed the soft dim sound of the fabric of socks was the only thing heard in the estate. Everything and everyone was silent, yet no one was sure if it was tension or just peaceful silence. Stopping in front of the many rooms in the estate, you hesitated for a moment with many thought in your head. What if he gets angry? What if he doesn’t know? What if he doesn’t even want this? Is he in a position to decline? What if he’ll take advantage of the fact that he practically own you? What will happen to you if you agree to marry him? Do you actually want this? Is it stupid to run away now?

Your hand was trembling against the thin wood of the door, your fingers tips barely touching as they shook a little with the many scenarios and possibilities in your head, that’s when the door slid open and a woman who looked quite young greeted you with a polite smile. She wore a kimono with a flower pattern on it and her hair in a low bun. She invited you in and stepped out the room herself. Leaving you to look at the door for a few moments before you noticed the other figure in the room. Jonggun. He wasn’t wearing the traditional attire that most of the people in the estate wore, instead he just wore a pair of black jeans with a chain on the side as well as a black shirt. Judging by the clothes it was easy to figure out that he probably didn’t expect your arrival, or at least not so soon. The both of you just stared at each other in awkward silence, not really knowing what to say or do.

‘I apologize, if i had known sooner i would’ve changed.’ Jonggun was the first one to break the silence. Even though he apologized, it was more out of politeness than anything else or to start to the conversation. ‘It’s fine. It’s on me for coming here without your knowledge.’ You told him, not really knowing what else to say aside reassuring that it’s nothing to apologize for. There it is again…the awkward silence. Jonggun sat up straight, his hands in his lap in front of you. His eyes were uncomfortable to put it nicely, the white irises made you feel very unpleasant. But he himself didn’t seem too comfortable either. ‘What’s your name?’ Jonggun asked you out of formality. ‘Y/n L/n’ you told him, sitting opposite of him and looking a little uncomfortable to the side to avoid his eyes. He nodded slightly at your words to make give you a sign of acknowledgment for your words. ‘Why are you here?’ That question made you look back at him. He wasn’t aware that the two of you were supposed to be engaged? Especially since it had to do with his status and family. Surely one of his family members said at least something about it right? ‘We’re engaged?’ You told him slowly and slightly confused as to why he was asking such an obvious question. Jonggun on the other hand stiffened at your words and seemed to process the information he just heard. It made you feel a little sympathy for the boy. Not knowing that both of your fates had been decided by someone else, completely out of your control with a mountain of new expectations on top of the ones you already had.

In an attempt to break the mix of awkwardness and shock you tried to get to know him a little, yet there wasn’t anything Jonggun enjoyed doing. His life was almost a routine, a cycle that was dictated by everyone else except himself. He didn’t have any hobbies and only fought. Not because he wanted to but because it was thought to him that it was normal, because he was born in this family and because its his duty. During his talking, not one did he have any hint of sadness nor happiness as if the concept of emotions and feelings were foreign to him. It was strange, he was strange, this family was strange. But that’s also one of the reasons you still kept going back to him. Even though you are engaged to someone this strange, perhaps you can help him and free him from the imaginary chains that were put onto him. After all in this scenario there is no one to trust except for jonggun, and the same goes for him.

Thank y’all for reading 🙏

[koiiiji]

pov ; you are giving the birth to a baby

starring ; Hyungseok, Jonggunn, Jungoo, Gitae + honorable mention

Hyungseok : the hero we never thought of but needed. as you go into labor, he go step by step with you through it. he is holding your hand and belly when you are already in hospital. in the delivery room, he holds your hand tightly, his thumb gently rubbing your palm and just silently being patient with everything, because doctor said that you need to focus on her commands and pushing the baby, not on his voice. yet, Hyungseok is incredibly empathetic. when the pain becomes intense, he mirrors your breathing, encouraging you to breathe through the contractions. all in all 11/10, proud father and husband. crying when everything is over and you and the kid are alright.

Jonggun : he thought he would be a hero, because come on what’s so scary about giving a birth? Jonggun, convinced that childbirth is just another challenge he can handle. he really thinks his experience in life has prepared him for anything. but as the contractions start to intensify, he watches you in pain and he have no idea what to do, where to put his hands and how to help you. and when nurse helped him, telling him to hold your hand during another contraction, you grip his palm so tightly that you almost broke it. excuses himself and left the room, to smoke half of the cigarets rethinking his life. he came back when you already give a birth to his son, but doctors said that the child took all your energy, so now you’re under doctors control and care for a while. so at first Jonggun would be a little distant to the child. but all in all so proud of you and the baby. 7/10

Jungoo : another self named hero he thought he would be. he is little better than Jonggun, because he attended prenatal classes with you, and generally he is better in empathy. so he believes he has a solid understanding of what to expect and how to support you through labor. Jungoo helps you with breathing exercises, encourages you to roll on the birthing ball, and checks in constantly, making sure you’re comfortable and at ease. and everything was fine until labor room. he was holding your hands, all supportive and stuff, but then medical staff brought in the epidural needle. his composure shatters as he sees the size of the needle. “BABY, THERE IS A HUGE NEEDLE! WHY ARE THEY PUTTING IT IN YOUR SPINE?! BABY WHATS GOIN-” his voice is filled with panic, and he starts to hyperventilate. Jungoo faints right in the delivery room, causing a little chaos. annoyed lady doctor rolls her eyes and instructs the nurses to *citation* “remove the man” from the labor room. Jungoo came to feelings when you already give a birth to twins and now resting, while nurses got your babies. ah! Jungoo is super excited about his new role as a father, so he gonna TERRORIZE nurses and doctors with questions.

Gitae : no. just no. not gonna happen. he will pay for anything you want, any little whine and cry and wish, but you not gonna convince him to go to the hospital with you. he will pay for best doctors and hospital but his foot not gonna step inside. he remembered once his mother told him how she gives birth to him and he is genuinely… tensed scared. of women. and labors. like ta hell you mean you will push a HUMAN out of your body? so nuh uh. but he will came to take you home, in all glory, flowers, gifts, whatever you wanted for giving him strong, healthy boy. all in all 5/10 for leaving you, but maybe +1 point for expensive gifts and house full of flowers.

honorable mention ;

Gimyong : a hero. we knew about him. we needed him. and he was there. best boy. but kinda freaks out too because he doesn’t know what to do. should he hold your hand? but you already holding the bed frame. should he whisper something to you? but you screaming in pain. help he don’t know what to do!!!

Taesoo : scared as hell!! didn’t care at first about the child, you’ve been his #1 priority. it’s kinda gives medieval vibes but he is gonna gift you a fur from his haunt or fur coat.

[unreleasedwrites]

Caught You, Again

“You’re eyes seem to be wandering yet again, and your cheeks are redder than rubies.. You just never get tired of me, do you?

summary: You and Gun have been in the same class since the eight grade, and you developed a little crush on him that same year. Once the ninth grade started and you two had been paired as seat mates, you started to drop subtle hints here and there with the idea of your little crush on him for the past year. Gun notices this and takes it as an opportunity to constantly tease you about it jokingly— until, he was no longer joking, and made a move by asking you out which then ended with you becoming his first and last girlfriend, because he made you into his first and forever wife. Yet, he never fails to see you in the not so hidden act of admiring him, which has him calling you a “simp,” and he continues to tease you for it.

character(s) included: Park Jonggun x fem!reader

cw: fluff, teasing, playful and flirtatious gun, gun is nice, swearing, use of Y/N, mentions of physical fights gun gets into, mentions of blood/bleeding/bruises, couple nicknames, kissing, established relationship, idk much about weddings, VERY SUGGESTIVE TOWARDS THE END!! this is really long tbh 😭😭

unwrapped on: Saturday Night, December 03 2023

wrapped up on: Sunday Evening, April 28 2024

published on: Sunday Evening, April 28 2024

“Need something?” Your seat mate suddenly questioned you as he shrugged a brow at you, who was blankly staring at him, obviously lost in your thoughts.

“O-uh— No!” You quickly replied and zoned back into reality, “Sorry, I was just thinking, I didn’t notice tha-” You added before he cut you off and said,

“If you like me, you could just say so’ You wouldn’t be the first girl to confess to me this school year.”

“Wha-! Talk about confident, also it’s literally the second week of the ninth grade..” You scoffed, a little nervous considering you have liked him since the eight grade so he technically wasn’t wrong.

“That isn’t a no~” He replied with a tint of his usual smirk.

“Wel-” You tried to speak right before he interrupted you once more “Enough with the excuses already, it’s boring.”

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“Well?” He added and you responded with, “Well.. What I was trying to sa-” Ding, Ding, Ding— You were interrupted once again, but this time, by the bell. And it was now lunch time, so you two went your separate ways.

That was one of the occasional conversations you had with Gun, it just so happens that you two have been paired as seatmates since the eight grade and therefore, had to have spoken to one another atleast a number of times by now. They were just meaningless and short interactions that was just another way to kill time for him, yet those little conversations and interactions meant the world to you.

Fast forward into the school year and currently, it’s almost the fourth month of school— all of your classmates along with the new/transfer students have gotten to know each other, and it just so happens that you and Gun have started to talk more aswell. From little “Hey, about the homework-”, “Since were the next pair who’ll discuss, how about we-”, and “Could I borrow an extra pen, if you’ve got one?” To “What did you get for this number..?”, “Let’s hang out at my place, we could also plan our discussion for english tomorrow.”, which also turned to him simply grabbing things out of your bag when he pleases.

The formal little questions he’d usually ask you were starting to turn casual and friendly, not only his words but his tone is shifting as well.

You never thought you’d be invited to his place so casually and he’d lend you his jacket whenever you two are hanging out. Although, he insists you keep all of them since he loves the way it looks on you. It was weird. It was all so weird. So many girls like him, he’s constantly got girls dreaming to be around him as much as you get to be. Now, if you think about it— you never actually see ANY girls approaching him or hanging around him at all, aside from you, that is. People are constantly telling you about how you two must be dating, well you aren’t, but he’s never actually denied it either. He continues to tease you almost everyday and it just has you falling for him even more.

“Y/N?” Gun suddenly called out to you while you were walking out of the classroom to go home.

“Hm?”

“Dinner, just you and me. This Friday at 7 o’clock, how’s that sound?”

“Wait, what?�� You rose a brow at his sudden invitation, “What do you mean, by dinner with just you and me?” You briefly added.

“A dinner date, with just the two of us.”

“That was a little, out of nowhere.. Don’t you think?”

“..Yeah.” He responded, “My bad. Maybe it was a little too soon, never mind about what I sai-” He added before you cut him off, “Wai- wait! it wasn’t too soon at all! Sorry, I was just taken a back— since I really wasn’t expecting this from you.” You said, visibly happy.

“Well then..?” He nervously asked and you responded with, “Are you kidding? That’s all I’ve ever wanted!! I’d love to, Gun.” It was evident just how excited you were. Suddenly all bubbly and red in the cheeks, Gun found that to so adorable. “I wasn’t expecting such enthusiasm from you,” Gun said as he laughed, “You’re probably in love with me, aren’t you?” to which you replied, “You asked, I answered! And would you have wanted a no for an answer?” “A no from the girl who’s head over heals in love with me? I highly doubted that response.”

Gun might’ve said those words so casually and care free but he really was surprised with how quick it took for you to say yes. Throughout the course of your friendship, it did become obvious that the two of you do like each other. But it was much more evident on your side, with how much people knew you like Gun and how you spoke about him and how you were whenever you were with him, versus how you were when you were with some other boys that were rumored to like you. Of course, Gun was slightly taken aback when he learned about all this— how could someone like you, a beautiful and simple sweet heart who doesn’t even like contact with people or going out that much, like him, a guy whose name is insanely problematic and all the rumors spreading about him are mostly true and have something to do with his violent side and the things he does outside of school, a guy who people quite literally fear.

But Gun didn’t really like thinking about any of that. All that mattered to him was how you felt and the adorable reactions that come out of you whenever he teases you about apparently liking him so much.

A few months passed since your first date and the two of you started dating after a while, even more time has passed since then because you two were now in your final year of high school. Despite going further into your friendship to turn it into a relationship, nothing much has really changed.

You guys were at your place this one time and you begged him to do skin care with you. He was reluctant at first but with your puppy dog eyes and some touchy convincing, he finally agreed.

“Stay Still!!” You scolded your boyfriend who kept moving when you were trying to apply a full mask onto his face.

“How am I supposed to? It’s so wet and slimy, kinda reminds me of something..” Gun replied.

“Oh shut it, I finally finished applying it, now we have matching masks on!! Come look at the mirror!” You exclaimed, “Tada~!”

He looked at the mirror blankly and slowly turned to you, who was overflowing with joy.

“Awh, don’t you like it?”

“It’s.. something, that’s for sure..”

You looked at Gun with your usual pout, to which he caved in and finally went along with the whole thing, saying it’s not that bad.

“Hehe, my baby looks so handsome, just as he always does~” You said as you admired Gun while squeezing his cheeks.

“You’re such a simp, you know that, right? Gun said, slightly muffled as he looked down at you with his usual smirk.

“Hmph! If you don’t want my love then you could just say so!” You said as you let go off his cheeks and crossed your arms with a grouchier pout on your face.

“Baby, there’s no need to be a brat.” He then grabbed your chin to kiss your lips (you were tiptoe-ing). Gun always knew how to deal with the unpredictable pace of your mood, given how you can go from absolutely simping over him to a pouting girl who doesn’t wanna talk about it at all with him.

“Your eyes sure as hell love to wander, dont they?” Gun teased. You went all pouty again so he coated you in some more kisses to make up for the teasing about you being a complete simp.

Those were the moments that ultimately led to the situation you’re currently in. Beneath the sunset in your favorite place, dressed in an astonishing wedding dress, paired with an elegant pair of heels, just the right amount of steepness for you to walk in, given your veil and dress that was trailing on your back. Holding an extravagant boquet with all of your favorite flowers wrapped in such delicate material.

It was all so ethereal. Gun, your soon to be husband hasn’t seen you. You were queued to walk down the aisle so very soon, which had you shaking in both excitement and fear. It’s finally the day you’ve been waiting for so very long. You knew you really liked Gun the moment you two became closer, yet you’re still stuck in the point where you were admiring him from technically— not afar because he was right beside you the entire time. But still, you were just an admirer in awe. And now you have the same last name as him and do tons of things together— cooking? hell yes, shopping? without a doubt. hopping in the shower and bathtub together? you don’t even notice him coming in until you feel a strong pair of arms wrap around you and start to wander across your body.

Another thing is that Gun may seem like a “cold” or reserved person on the outside, but he really does care about people that matters to him and knows how to observe. One of the things he observed about your “infatuation” with him was how you looked at him. He really saw right through the eyes you looked at him with— they only expressed one thing. That one thing was actual love, and it was not at all short-lived as people say what infatuation is.

It truly surprised him to see how your eyes never got gloomy or even got tired of looking at him that way even when time passed.

If anything, they became brighter and loving with every moment that passed with you looking at Gun’s dark eyes, wondering why he would ever want to have anything to do with a girl who’s had a huge crush on him for so very long.

He realized just how much importance those little details hold. As they say, the eyes don’t lie. And he sure as hell was able to experience that for himself.

He may not have wanted to admit it at first, but he slowly fell for you, in the way where you fell first but he fell harder. His entire mood and demeanor would change the exact moment that you’re around him. He could be beating up people and see that you’ve come to check up on him because he specifically told you that he was just going out to get something from Goo, but ended up taking way too long— hence, why you went to find him. He changed in an instant. Leaving behind the scene and making sure you won’t have to worry your pretty little head about it. And according to Goo, the way he talks about you is just “agitating”— which pretty much translates to “amazing” in your vocabulary, given that Goo doesn’t care about these types of things.

You’ve heard from various of his friends that he really does love you, because he doesn’t prolong any of his fights due to the very fact that he wants to make sure that he can get home to you asap. Especially when it’s late at night, he knows you like to sleep but he wants to be the one to tuck you in and cuddle and place gentle kisses on you to sleep. So even though he loves fighting worthy opponents that gets him turned on, no one can top you— he just loves that matching pj’s set that you tend to wear, with the small pink lace ribbons and the silk fabric, the short and small shorts with the sleeveless top.

Gun told you all about what he does for Charles Choi when he fully trusted you and you guys were already dating, and he didn’t expect you to stay. He was scared to tell you with there being a big chance that you’d freak out and leave him, call the cops, and do other things he wouldn’t have ever wanted you of all people to do to him.

Despite all of his fears and bad expectations of what you might do when you learn of the “bad” side of his, he still has you and always will. He really cant believe that you stayed after everything and still look at him the exact same way you did when you first met him. You somehow still retained the same feelings and love you have for him despite everything— and he is insanely in love with you for that. He loves teasing you about it though.

Going back to the present situation you’re in, you were now walking down the aisle as Gun absolutely stared at you in awe. Enthralled by how amazing you looked in white and how such a gorgeous woman was walking down the aisle to meet eye to eye with him and to hold him hand in hand.

The ceremony was breathtakingly beautiful, flowers of all sorts were surrounding the venue with just the right amount of lights that have been set upon with candles and dim lighting. The details in fabrics, decorations, covers, and even the architecture of the venue was simply incredible.

All of this “extraness” as Gun would call it, was for you. Gun wasn’t the type of person to have such a big wedding despite the small number in guests, but he knew you loved all of the things he had made to be included for the special day.

And even though Gun was relatively smart with his money, he was more than willing to go all out on this short event.

After all the agreements and words that the officiator had asked the two of you, you guys finally reached the most important part of the day, the one you have been dreaming of for who knows how long.

The officiator spoke once again, “Do you, Y/N, take Park Jonggun to be your lawfully wedded husband— To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and bad, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself unto him for as long as you both shall live?”

You looked deeply into Gun’s eyes, “I do.”

The officiator turned over to Gun, “Park Jonggun, do you take this woman to be your wife— to live together in holy matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?

Gun held eye contact with you with a subtle yet sincere smile, “I do.”

He then carefully placed the beautiful ring on your finger, which was followed with you doing the same with his. Just after that was the unity ceremony which was such a bliss.

Of course, once that had passed, came the pronouncement— After more words and hundreds more that you didn’t pay much mind to, the officiator finally looked at the two of you deeply and stated, “I now pronounce you as husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!”

And so you guys did kiss, for a pretty long time— With Gun’s hands placed on your waist and one of your hands on his shoulder, and the other nestled against his face. The crowd cheered for the two of you as it all happened.

It was all so, so, so, incredibly divine.

Once the ceremony has ended and the after party was finally about to begin, you kept chatting with the guests, more particularly your closest friends who were also your bridesmaids. It genuinely made them wonder how you could be so in love with someone. The way you talked about him was absolutely adorable considering they’ve met Gun before, and think of him as the luckiest guy on earth, and you as the blindest girl.

And despite not knowing many of Gun’s friends that he invited, they were still so kind to chat with you. They told Gun when he came by that he really was one hell of a lucky guy to have someone so head over heals for him. To which he only agreed with them before he went to attend to the other guests.

“I don’t understand how you could like him so much, he’s garbage..” Goo said as the other guys were talking amongst themselves at the same table you and Goo were at.

“Maybe to you he is— but he is just the sweetest to me, and he’s hot as hell too.” You replied, obviously lost in your thoughts, imagining Gun once again.

“Woman, what the hell do you see in him for him to be considered as sweet? Do you have any idea how much people he’s arranged the organs of?” Goo questioned.

“Oh please, how much have you?”

“Hey. I don’t like getting my hands dirty as much as Gun does.”

“Rightttt..”

Goo came closer to you and whispered in your ear, “Did you know that Gun has liked you before you even attended the same school together..?”

“..What?”

“Yup. You may have been led to believe that you were the first to like him all these years, but he’s just never told you that he’s actually a creepy stalker deep down.”

“You’re bluffing.”

“Nope! And you could figure it out for yourself!” Goo exclaimed.

“Oh please! If he hasn’t told me all this time then he wont tell me now, why don’t you just tell me more about it?”

“Fine, buttt! You can’t tell Gun or even give him hints that I was the one to tell you all this, alright?”

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t do that,” you replied.

“Alright-y then! I’m guessing you know Gun as someone you became classmates with in the eight grade, and became friends with in the ninth. Butttt, he actually first heard of you in the seventh grade, and although he wasn’t in your school that time, he transferred the next year so that you two could be classmates. He first saw you walking out of that school and he told me all about how pretty you were and how he’d like to be friends with you,” Goo explained.

“I can’t tell if you’re telling the truth or not..”

“It doesn’t matter what you believe, just know that I am telling you the truth and it’s up to you to take it or not.” He said with a smile spread across his face.

Like all things, the wedding eventually came to an end, it may have been short-lived but it was truly memorable. Of course, what comes after the wedding is the honeymoon.

You guys went on a trip to somewhere tropical for your honeymoon, which resulted in Gun wearing almost nothing most of the time, and if he was wearing something, it’d be boxers or swim trunks, or a more formal outfit that just looked sooooo good on him.

There was this one instance where you guys were about to go to bed, and Gun would usually have on some loose pants or shorts, but this time.. He was wearing absolutely nothing, not even boxers or briefs of some sort. He casually walked over to your shared bed while you stared at him.

“Need something, babe?” Gun asked he tucked himself into the blanket you were also tucked in, but you were both still sitting up.

“Well.. No, but um…” You replied nervously, obviously pent up from the view you had right in front of you.

Gun looks at your eyes then down to his naked body (and mind you, you were wearing a cute yet small and slightly revealing matching- sleepwear set), “Hm? You’ve seen me naked countless times before, and it’s not like you’re a virgin.” He teased as he brushed some of your hair to the side.

“Yeah b-but..” You managed to utter as you were still straight up staring at his body, fresh from the shower.

“But what? Does my wife need help with her words?” Gun teased as he leaned in closer to you and slowly lifted up your top to place his hand on your chest. To which you got very tense and nervous.

I’m sure you already know what followed in the next moments..

But moving forward with a few more days that passed, Gun caught you staring— maybe even admiring one of the pictures that you took together recently, specifically zoomed in on him. You hadn’t realized or even noticed his presence so you were just looking at the picture like some teenage girl, obviously crushing on him.. As if you didn’t just get married to him to him last week.

You were cheekily smiling at the picture, even giggling to yourself at some point when you swiped through some of the other pictures of him and you. You just loved him so bad, that even though you had him right with you, you still resorted to pictures. Gun thought that was adorable. The woman he fell in love with, sat on a chair facing away from where he was sneakily stood at, was swiping away at pictures of him when you didn’t even know that you had him wrapped around your finger.

“What’s my dear wife up to this evening?” He spoke out of nowhere, suddenly startling you. This caused you to have the phone slip out of your hands, but he swiftly caught it and took a closer look at the photos you were staring at.

“What are you doing with pictures that you can’t already to with the real deal right beside you?” He asked as you got increasingly nervous by the seconds passed and you were starting to fidget.

“I was just looking at what photos I wanted to keep.. And what I didn’t want to keep, y’know what I mean..?” You replied.

“Is that so?”

“Yes, my dear oh dearest husband,” you said mockingly— “Why are you interrogating me?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know? Little miss stalker,” Gun said as he sat on the chair across from you, obviously enjoying himself.

“Stalke—? Oh wait-! That reminds me,” your husband’s brow rose at your sudden statement, “Your close friend, Jonggoo, told me a little something when him and I were talking during the after party.” You added.

“And that is..?” Gun asked, skeptical of what you might’ve learned, knowing Goo very well.

“Well,” you shuffled around as you tilted your head and finally spoke, “Is it true that you only came to the school I go to in the first place because you saw me walking out there one time and.. yeah—?”

“That bastard— But, yeah. That is true.” He said without a change in expression and emotion.

You gave him a teasing smile and a soft “hehe” as you looked at him. For some reason, finding out that was true only seemed to make you fall in love even more.

“Oh hush, I don’t understand how much a person could like someone—” He said and he stood up to lift you into his arms for teasing him.

“Hey! Why are you carrying me?” You suddenly yelped. He dropped you gently on to the bed and he climbed on top of you.

“Woman, it’s not good to start something you can’t finish.”

“Tsk! My nickname is now woman?” You pouted.

“My apologies then, my wife.” He said somewhat mockingly to which you pouted even more, so he finally said it in a more sincere manner and gave you a kiss.

“Well?” He asked you as you were still in the same position, with him on top you.

“Well what?” You clarified while your eyes shamelessly wandered through his body, flustered with the position you were in and the teasing he was doing to you.

“You’re eyes seem to be wandering yet again, and your cheeks are redder than rubies.. You just never get tired of me, do you? Gun said in a teasing tone as he leaned in closer.

This honeymoon sure as hell will be going on for a long time.

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