#lookism dg

[iwasneverth3re]

POV: you're watching the MAMA awards and the camera pans over to DG

[zaiisaii]

James Lee ✋☹️ Him in his stupidly cute pink hair acting unfazed to anything and everything as if he already see things coming long ago. The THINGSSSS I will sacrifice just to make him lose his cool and become a complete total mess 🗣🗣🗣

LOOKISM

⋆ — risks w/ .ᐟ ﹙james lee﹚ .

warning:: gender neu. reader , sub character & nsfw .

the best way to break him is to take risks.

he’s a famous idol. his pink hair catches lots of attention. who wouldn't be able to tell it was him by the way he sounds? his voice is magnificent and distinguishable and he is aware of it, so he has to hold it in.

“s...stop, not here...” james, or dg as he was famously known, whispers to you. you chuckle and shake your head. your hand slipping into your pocket to turn the vibrator on. his breath hitches, electricity shooting up his spine. he straightens up immediately.

a couple of heads turn to the masked man's tense body only to quickly turn away when he glares at them. james fixes his posture quickly, the usual calm and collected male always loses himself when taking risks.

he glances down to the tent in his pants. there's a patch of wetness leaking through. your eyes watch his expression.

not a single thought ran through his head.

you clicked your tongue and pushed him even further. he grits his teeth when he feels the vibrations heighten.

his eyebrows knit together in worry. his breathing is chopped yet quiet. he brings a hand up to fix his cap, pushing further down to hide his glossy eyes.

james is a hard one to break.

but little by little you can do it.

that being said now that you turned the volume up to the highest settings.

there's a soft vrrr emitting from inside his pants. over the loud crowd, no one but maybe you and him could hear. still, he was failing to keep his composure.

he almost curls into himself if you hadn't fixed his posture. this action only caused the toy inside him to directly kiss his prostate.

he jolts.

"get up," you say, a sly smile playing on your lips. james pulls at his pants subtly, they felt too tight... "if you collapse now, everyone will know."

his knees buckle, gaze flicking to the people around him. they sang along to a girl group's performance. james breath faltered when his eyes met yours, his ears were burning red and he looked so, so pathetic.

it was the most desperate you have ever seen him.

"please..." he begs. so quiet, the wind almost takes it. you tilt your head slightly. he whimpers, even louder this time. "p-please, please."

"what is it?"

he shivers, wiping his sweaty palms on his coat. he swallows the lump in his throat. "i don't want to finish here..."

"come on," you dragged out, your nimble fingers reaching for the hem of his coat. you pulled it down to hide the huge bulge in his pants. he's lucky his pants are dark.

"if you leave now, surely someone will be suspicious." you wave at his fans from afar, and it catches his attention. they cheer his name causing him to turn a darker shade of red. "hurry up."

james shakes his head, gasping through his mask. "n-not here, please. please (name)."

you don't pay any attention to it. he quickly grasps your hand, panting even louder for you to at least show him some mercy.

boom!

some stage props shoot out confetti concealing his every noise from everyone around the two of you.

a mewl escapes him as he shut his eyes tightly, a few tears slipping down his face. he spurts everything out, the patch of cum growing even more in his pants.

your smile widens, and you turn the vibrator off. he clenches around it with every inhale of breath, whimpering as quietly as he could.

he glares at you through his wet lashes.

"wasn't that hard, was it?"

[sscarletvenus]

pt1 pt2 pt3 pt4 pt5

who up feeling really mentally ill rn

[wannaeatramyeon]

do not know if youre accepting requests rn but i keep thinking abt james lee carrying us w/ one arm😍😍😍😍

Gotta be honest, I had no idea what this carrying with one arm was until I googled it!

James Lee/DG x Reader: One arm

G/N. Pre DG. Fluff.

"What?" James lifts up his head from his school desk to find you hovering over him, hand on your hips and face full of challenge.

"Carry me with one arm."

"No."

"Why? Is it because you're weak?"

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"Not like this!"

"I'm doing it, aren't I?" comes his voice from somewhere behind you. "I'm not using anything."

He's not wrong. Having heaved you over his shoulder in a fireman's lift, and now leaving you to balance precariously while he stands with one hand in his pocket, and the other twirling the lollipop in his mouth.

You can't see his face but you know for certain he is looking unbearably smug.

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"Put me down!"

Talk about manhandling. James grabbed you with one hand, curling it around your waist and lifting you effortlessly until you're left parallel with the ground. You're tucked snug under his armpit and into his side like you weighed hardly anything.

Like an exasperated parent with an errant baby. This is not the vibe you were going for.

"Fine."

"W-wait!"

The fall was no more than a few feet. It hurts your pride way more than your body.

You slap the lollipop out of his hand as payback.

James just pulls a fresh one from his pocket.

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"Damn, you really are strong."

"I know." James flashes you a smirk, lollipop poking between his fangs.

He gives you a small bounce, adjusting his arm beneath you, hand lightly gripping your thigh. You tip off-balance, ever so slightly, and throw your own arms around his neck for support.

This. This is what you wanted.

"I know what you're doing." His voice is completely flat except the glimmer in his eyes gives away his fondness for you.

"And?" Well if James knows, then you make no secret of your next move, snuggling up close to him and feeling his huff of laughter on your cheek.

He eases, a little. Not familiar with gentle touches, not familiar with this forwardness. It's not what he's used to, but it's not not nice. Maybe he can get used to it.

"And nothing."

[jamesleecult]

I’m eating well.

[jaylovesdaniel]

Totally not fan girling.

*Tw @M_nosuke87

[hyusolk]

yes i did

[janghyungf]

BROS SHINING

[lotus-n-l0ve]

𝐈 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

— James Lee x Female Reader

SYNOPSIS : When James Lee's girlfriend feels a little neglected.

WARNINGS : Kissing, neck kisses, making out, don't you dare press 'read more' and then report the fic. Please. I'm begging (⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠)

NOTE FROM LOTUS : I was gonna make this a Samuel fic and then changed it to Jake, then Daniel and then finally settled on James Lee. This might be ooc for James but......I just don't give a fuck. Anyways the fic is under the cut. The divider is from here.

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 // 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Your eyes opened with the chirping of the morning birds. You blinked your eyes to adjust to morning brightness. As your vision cleared, it fell on the pink beauty asleep on the other side of the bed. Your lips curl up into a smile. Seeing him in the morning was pretty hard these days.

You lift your hand, running your fingers on his face and feeling the softness. Despite being the legend of the first generation, he somehow has managed to keep himself scar free.

You threw off the comforter and climbed up over him, straddling his waist, the cold breeze of AC hitting you instantly. The loose pink shirt of James you had on, barely helping. Your hands grazed over his toned chest as you started placing kisses down his throat. His skin felt cold against your hot tongue.

"What are you doing first thing in the morning?" DG or rather James mumbled, still half-asleep.

You sit up straight, leaving his neck glistening with your saliva. James stared at you with a soft smile on his face, not the swooning one he shows his fans or the menacing one he gives his enemies. A smile only reserved for you.

"I missed you James. You are barely home these days." You spoke softly, an invisible pout evident on your lips.

James, a name no one calls him anymore, not even Charles Choi who knows everything. Now he is DG, the infamous K-pop idol.

"Seems like I neglected my baby, hmm?" James said as buried his hands under the soft cushiony pillow.

"Sometimes I wonder whether I'm your girlfriend or that boy, Daniel Park." You leaned in, chest pressed against, "Tell me, are you cheating on me, Mr. James Lee?"

James gave you a look, "Maybe."

"Oh! come on James." You whined and buried your head in the crook of his neck.

His chest vibrated as the room filled up with laughter. Strong arms wrapped around you, holding you close. Few minutes later you found yourself sitting on the kitchen island watching your devilishly handsome cook breakfast for you.

Who could have thought the legend himself, James Lee would be cooking in the kitchen instead of taking over the world. James had thrown on a pair of black sweatpants. His back muscles flexed whenever he moved. Your eyes ranked over his back and all the events of last night flashed in your head.

James plated the food and brought it up to you, placing it beside you on the island. He grabbed your knees and parted them before settling himself between your thighs. You silently wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

James picked up a strawberry from the pancake and held it before your lips, "Looks like my baby is still mad as she has not talked to me once. So what can I do to amend my mistake?"

You bit the strawberry and spoke between chewing, "I don't know. If I tell you everything, then what will you do?"

James threw the rest of the strawberry in his mouth and picked up a moresel of pancake with the fork. It was dripping with honey, just the way you liked. He touched it on your lips. You held his eye contact as you took the pancake in your mouth, licking the fork in the process.

Honey dripped from your lips, over the chin and then down your throat. James followed the glistening path. The fork dropped on the floor as James placed his tongue flat on the base of your neck. His tongue glided up, licking off all the sweetness of the honey.

Your eyes closed and you leaned your head to the side, giving him more space. Your legs threatened to close around his waist and fingers intertwined with his pink locks. James licked the corner of your lips before taking them in his.

His one hand slid up to the back of your neck, thumb caressing over it. Your lips dance in sync. James squeezed your neck, making you gasp. He took the chance and entered his tongue in your mouth. It glided over every corner of your mouth.

You broke the kiss when you left out of breath. James buried his head into your neck, his nose gazing on your neck, and pulled you in a hug and you followed his lead.

His muffled voice broke the silence, "How about I take you to Kyoto. You can visit that Ninomaru-Goten Palace you were talking about. Just you, and I."

"And no Daniel?" You tried to suppress the laugh.

James held you firmer, "Just you, and I. No one else."

© 𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐔𝐒-𝐍-𝐋𝟎𝐕𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑, 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 — all content rights belongs to LOTUS-N-L0VE. do not plagiarize any works and do not repost or translate onto any other sites.

All the rights and credits of the characters, gifs, songs and pictures used here belongs to their rightful owners.

[cerisahh]

STARGIRL!

SYNOPSIS ꒱ one of dg’s fangirls becomes his partner (reupload)

REQUEST ꒱ here for dg crumbs 🥹 with a non fighter, average reader, like she is average and doesn't have much that stands out to her and is a dg simp. she simps hard for this man. not a toxic or psycho fan but a supportive one. we need more dg content!! 🤧 oh right! it could be james with an average non fighter s/o as well. it would make my day if you could do this really! thank you for reading! - 🐇

NOTE ꒱ hi rabbit anon 🐇, sorry it took so long to get around to this, i am lazy! i won’t write for james just yet as i haven’t got far enough in the manwha to really know his backstory and personality, so i hope this is alright instead! hope you enjoy the read regardless though - and thank you for requesting!

• you first met at one of his autograph signings.

• you were the last person to be let into the line, luck was on your side!

• by the time you had gotten to the front, dg was pretty exhausted, it had been a long day and he was looking forward to an evening of relaxation.

• you come forward, you go through the basics - he thanks you for coming, a little small talk, he signs a few pictures.

• you were allocated five minutes to talk to him, but to his surprise you begin saying your goodbye’s early. he’s confused, usually people try and go over the five minute limit, not under.

• after he informs you that you still have three minutes left, you get a little flustered and explain that he looks pretty tired, and that he should get some rest.

• in his head he’s like how does she know… nonetheless you bid eachother a good night and both leave to retire to your homes.

• dg thinks about your interaction whilst getting ready for bed that night, not many of his fans are that considerate or pay much attention to his body language, he mentally thanks you for your consideration when his head hits the pillow.

• you on the other hand are going ballistic. did you JUST meet dg??? omfg. AND you had a conversation?? you were just thankful you didn’t stutter over your words. you comb through the pictures he signed and stick them around your vanity.

• you meet more times after that, mostly at his meet and greets but he's spotted you in a few event crowds.

• your conversations gradually get more friendly and personal. he actually finds himself forgetting to keep up his idol persona when in your company.

• he makes the first move, asking you if you want to grab a drink after his meet and greet is over.

• and OH BOY do you struggle to hide your excitement, you agree and meet him at the place he mentioned.

• he’s in disguise, of course. a mask, sunglasses, and a brown wig. you don’t recognise him at first but he waves you over to a booth table.

• he doesn’t mention it but he’s glad you didn’t recognise him. if you didn’t see through his disguise, not many people would.

• these little lunch get togethers continue for a couple months, gradually you guys come to expect hanging out with eachother on that specific day of the week.

• dg likes that you don't hold him to any ridiculous standards. you didn't when you first met, you don't now.

• a year in, as the coffee get togethers graduate from; “see you next week!” to, "it's getting late… wanna crash at my place?", dg begins to realise he likes you.

• when he does realise this, it's really out of the blue. the pieces just click into place and he's like - oh!

• dg enjoys your company, of course! but he’s hyper aware of his idol status, he doesn’t want to bring you into that world if he can help it.

• he already knew you liked him romantically. i mean, he's got thousand of fans, he's used to them having crushes on him, it's always obvious - it just so happens that you found your way into his life.

• after his journey of self discovery he clears his hectic schedule the best he can to spend more time with you.

• when you two do eventually get together officially, after an excruciating amount of time dancing around blurred lines, you don't publicise your relationship.

• you and dg both understand the consequences it would have not only on his idol career but on your wellbeing, fangirls can be insane! you would know.

• i feel like his love language would definitely be quality time. since he usually has so little of it to spare, every moment counts. those focused and uninterrupted conversations, where the only thing that matters is you two, on that moment.

• to be honest, i’d put acts of service high up on this too. i don’t think he’d care all too much about gift giving (with how rich he is, material objects lose their value), physical touch i reckon he’d be normal with, it is given and received in moderate amounts.

• words of affirmation are at the bottom of the list. honeyed words are all good and nice but actions speak louder than words. he’d rather show he cares than simply say it.

• he does offers to teach you how to defend yourself, whether you accept or not is up to you!

• i also think this man is the OPPOSITE of a blanket hog. like he sleeps with the THINNEST sheet over him and every time you ask him if he wants to come under the nice warm duvet covers he says he’s too hot already.

• yet he still cuddles with you at night, hmmmm 🤔.

• don’t even get me started on if you offer to massage his shoulders after he’s had a long day. dg is sure he’s been sent an angel from heaven.

• going out for your dates requires caution, but at this point dg would do anything for you.

• usually date nights take place in your apartment though. dg is very much a classic kind of guy so make sure you’ve got some vases because you should be expecting flowers from him by now.

• relaxing with you at the end of the night is often the highlight of his day. free from flashing cameras and over eager fans - not that he didn’t appreciate his glamorous lifestyle! after all, it’s how he met you.

• so when you’re both curled up on the sofa or in bed, with you fast asleep in his arms, he allows himself a moment to think of his future, your future. together.

© CERISAHH 2024 — all fics on this account belong to… ME! don’t steal my shit.

[sscarletvenus]

when the brainrot actually is rotting your brain...

[wannaeatramyeon]

Fem!reader Isekai in Lookism ?

Anon, so sorry I'm answering this exactly 3 months later. You're my last request from May and I was soooo close to deleting it because I have had exactly zero ideas. Then I got partly inspired by @honeyhotteok fic here and now I'm running on less than 3hrs sleep in work and it's your fault. Oh yeah, and I've completely twisted the ask as well. It's not even close. So all that wait was for nothing 🙇🏻‍♀️

Adventures of YOUR part time job in the Lookismverse

G/N. You work the graveyard shift in a convenience store. You meet bizarre characters on different nights. Part 2

There's something wrong with people your age these days.

Everyone seems to be either in a gang or up to some shady shit. Seriously what is going on. Is this all a big joke that only you aren't in on?

Just the other day you swear you saw a group of guys in boiler suits punch through some walls across the street. Like what the fuck? What did the wall ever do to you? And then someone apparently called Tabasco starts chanting something about Burn Knuckles and oh my fucking god it's 11pm please shut up.

Oh course you never said that, you still have some sense of self preservation.

And how does anyone even have the time for all this. Between school and this part time job, you barely have enough hours to sleep.

You miss Daniel, the coworker who you haven't seen for a good year but used to gossip into the early morning with. He always seemed a bit nervous and fidgety when you voiced your concerns and observations, but you just assumed he was a nervous and fidgety kinda guy.

There would have been some fun stories to share. Instead now you work the graveyard shift on your own.

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Case in point, the guy standing in front of you looks like one bad conversation away from a mental breakdown.

And really you're not in the habit of checking out customers but he cuts a striking figure. Every exposed inch of skin besides his face inked, and (you silently ask for his forgiveness for the objectification) the biggest chest you have ever seen. What even is this guy eating? What is this guy injecting? Lifting?

The question is almost out of your mouth but then you see the look in his eyes and slam your lips shut.

Nevermind. You ring his purchases through and tell him to have a good night.

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You're restocking the shelves when you notice a guy with a scar across his lip and nose, dripping blood from god knows where all over your freshly mopped floor.

Which is alarming in itself but come on man. Look at the floors. You're making it so fucking gross.

He notices you watching him, gives you an apologetic look and says he'll take care of it.

He makes a quick call and in comes 26 guys, one after the other and they line up in front of him.

You know it's exactly 26 because you counted all 26. And you've also watched all 26 pairs of dirty shoes trample over your previously nice clean floor.

The blood drippy guy asks politely for the mop and bucket and you think this must be some sort of prank because why the hell is this even necessary. 26 guys to share your one solitary mop and bucket and to clean a goddamn floor that you managed in 10 minutes.

"Get out." He blinks at you, taken aback by your tone. "Or I'm calling the police."

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"You can bring your pups in!" You call out to the emo teen lurking outside.

Health and safety be damned because look how fucking cute these dogs are!

He hesitates but then the rain grows heavier and all three rush in.

You miss the suspicious glance he gives you, too fixated on how adorable the dogs are. You don't even mind their wet fur or muddy paws because look at these little babies!

And huh, this guy must really love them too with his, you squint, God? Dog? hoodie on. D'aww that's so stinking sweet.

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Damnit, you knew these two would be trouble the moment they stepped foot into your store.

The tall blonde just gives off a distinct creepy vibe and the shorter one has his entire eyebrows shaved off.

Shaved. Off.

You couldn't help but stare when you put their purchases through and noticed some regrowth and stubble. Is this a trend you missed out on? Either way you're glad because there's no way you're shaving off your own eyebrows.

They converse in Japanese, not even saying a word to you. No thanks or anything, which is fine you suppose. But then they pay you in fucking yen.

They're out the door by the time you see the cash and fuck. Your boss is going to go apeshit when he finds out.

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"What do you think, sweetheart?"

A new blonde guy addresses you tonight and for crying out loud, you just want a quiet shift.

What do you think of his white suit? With the garish LV logos? That it's tacky as fuck. That anyone with any sort of taste would never ever wear that. You keep your actual thoughts to yourself and instead just say it's fine.

That does nothing to subdue the blonde. He does stop talking to you though, and just mutters bitterly under his breath. You catch the words blind and tasteless.

His partner smirks at your response.

And isn't that a whole other kettle of fish because it's currently 2am and you're indoors and who the hell wears sunglasses right now. You think he's a douche of the highest calibre.

The smirk is wiped from his face when he asks for cigarettes and you ask for ID. He doesn't have it on him.

"No can do. No ID, no sale."

He leans aggressively into your space, and reveals his eyes peering over his sunglasses.

My god, what is up with this duo? One with the tacky suit, and this one with the ugly black contact lenses.

You don't budge and the guy is dragged out by the blonde cackling.

Ugh. That laugh gives you a headache for the rest of your shift.

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You really wish customers would stop involving you in their conversation.

This one, who looks exactly like how you would imagine a SoundCloud rapper that has their mother following them and no one else, asks you to listen to his music.

He insists that he's good as the blonde girl rolls her eyes.

You listen to about 10 seconds and make up your mind.

He's wrong. He's very wrong. You want to suggest he gets checked out at the doctor because clearly his ears aren't working properly.

Instead, you mention you like Duke Pyeon, he's more your taste. Has he heard of him? It's the wrong thing to say though because this guy looks angrier than you've ever seen anyone.

"Don't start Vin, I've seen you listening to his music." The girl scoffs.

'Vin' shouts in indignation and storms off with his friend trailing closely behind.

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"Can I help?" You ask with your customer service voice and customer service smile.

He has been standing in front of the hair dyes for a good ten minutes as his friend looks increasingly bored and you can't blame him.

"No thanks, I'm just browsing," he responds and you tell him you'll be just over there if he needs anything.

You kill some time playing on your phone, look up, and both of them are still in the exact same spot.

The one with the H on his neck looks about ready to tear his hair out.

"Come on bro, just pick one!"

"No Warren, this is important. I need it to suit my new aesthetics."

You shrug and return back to your kitty kat restaurant game.

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"Cool glasses," you tell the guy walking around the store and he looks affronted at first before realising you're being sincere and gives you a small smile instead.

You wonder if you can pull off orange tinted glasses too or whether you'd just look like an idiot. It's probably the latter you decide when you ring up his energy drinks.

"I'm a boxer," he offers, as if you're judging the amount of caffeine he's going to slam down.

"Ok?"

"I need it for my training."

"Sure."

You've seen weirder purchases and weirder combinations. The people coming in looking frantic and buying a single plunger or pack of toilet paper never fails to make you chuckle.

To be honest the amount he's buying is a bit nuts, and you wonder if he's going to drink it all in one go. You probably wouldn't sleep for a year if it was you.

"Enjoy your training," you say, heaving and handing over the bag of 19 cans.

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A mute blonde gestures at you

You try to use some sign language, but he looks at you as if you're crazy. At least you think he does but you can't see his eyes.

Somehow you're able to decipher he's lost his dogs. Four. Golden retrievers. And he asks if you have seen them.

(Huh. Do you have telepathy? Do you have the gift?)

You tell him no and he sprints out.

You spend the rest of your shift trying to move things with your newly discovered psychic powers.

Spoiler: you have zero powers. Zilch.

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You think you might be having a stroke.

Because on what planet did this K-pop idol think the disguise would work. Cap and mask on but tufts of pink hair poking out and dressed completely in white.

It's like he's asking for attention and for people to ooh and aah over who that could be.

As he leaves, you shout that you can't wait for his next album. He turns around in complete shock that you recognised him, as if you solved the world's hardest puzzle.

It's a good job that DG has such a pretty face because what an idiot.

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You hear two voices mention the words Daniel Park and your ears perk up, wondering if it's about your old colleague.

Nah. You're just being silly. It's not an uncommon name at all and too much of a coincidence.

"I haven't seen Daniel in ages! Have you heard from him, Zoe?"

"No," you see her friend shake her head from the corner of your eye.

The brown haired girl tilts her head in thought, "I wonder how Zack is doing too. I haven't seen him in so long."

"Ohhh~ you miss him!"

"O-of course I do! He's a friend!" She blushes bright red and you chuckle to yourself.

'Friend', sure.

For the rest of the shift, you reminisce about how you used to tiptoe around your feelings with your boyfriend, Taehoon, too.

[jamesleecult]

479 LOOKISM SPOILERS

HUSBAND BACK.

[jaylovesdaniel]

Daniel fussing over Jay is the cutest thing 😭

*Tw @M_nosuke87

[lookismfanfics]

Lookism Actor AU… once again!

Cr: Me 😃