愛. iny

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒 / 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈'𝐌 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . . ☆

KILLER PETER . . . ♡

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐎𝐔𝐓 . . . ☆

LOOKISM . . . ♡

★ about you . jake kim x reader

★ like father, like son . shingen x reader

★ from the start . goo kim x reader

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 . . . ☆

MANAGER KIM . . . ♡

★ headcanons . manager kim x reader

★ headcanons . manager nam x reader

𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎 . . . ☆

UNHOLY BLOOD . . . ♡

m.list tbc

𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐒𝐊𝐘 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 / 𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 . . . ☆

RULES . . . ♡

anything you wish for .ᐟ lookism, killer peter, unholy blood, manager kim. open to more fandoms like dc, marvel, manhwa, games ( i.e. love and deepspace, valorant ), avatar, scream, etc. but mostly webtoon - centric

lovely .ᐟ character x reader ( usually fem or gn, sorry i'm still working on male!reader ), fluff, angst, crack, poly / various

please avoid .ᐟ character x character, smut / nsfw, dead doves, incest, step-cest, racism, misogyny, weird kinks of any kind

watch out .ᐟ suggestive / dark jokes, drug use, mentions of killing / fighting, mentions of blood or gore, weapons, not recommended to read if sensitive.

side note .ᐟ this blog contains writings from @kotohz ; all dividers used are from @cafekitsune, thank you for your talent

# 愛. iny — general

# iny speaks — yapping

either way, your childhood in this alternate universe was tough, to say the least. once again, you were an orphan, except that this time, a group called glory killers took you in. the training was difficult, and half the time you felt like you were going to die, but you pulled through.

somehow, glory club found out about your sick fascination with blood and gore, no matter how much you tried to hide it. they wielded it like a weapon. you were given more brutal training than others, along with intense classes teaching you about a human body's biology that spurted the most blood and other stuff like that.

you grew up to be skilled in killing. you had survived that stupid test where they'd dumped you in the rainforest with a gun with a single bullet inside with other kids. they made you a c-rank. you went on more missions, never stopping, never resting, never even breaking a sweat. they promoted you to a-rank.

a killer does not have feelings. glory club would strictly remind you, and yet they'd turn a blind eye when you spread kindness to your other members, but then again maybe it was because it encouraged the other killers to carry out more successful missions. you never knew the cause of your special treatment.

you met apostle nathaniel when you were transferred to his hospital. back in your first life, you'd never given the man much thought, scrolling through the fight scenes with only peter on your mind. but you had to admit; the man was cute. people would usually comment on his hollow face and snake-like appearance, but your respect for him increased tenfold when you found out he loved gore and cutting up bodies almost as much as you did.

you were glad to say that the sexual tension was there. he seemed almost as interested as you as you were in him. you weren't dense. he'd give you special treatment, like easier jobs and tend personally to your wounds. he was softer with you, too.

you made it clear that you reciprocated his feelings. you smiled more around him, asked him about his day, got to know him better, and even made meals for him sometimes. a few months after being transferred to apostle nathaniel's hospital, he confessed. and of course, you'd be an idiot not to accept.

the two of you were happy. of course, the people around you (the killers and the patients) were happy too. your relationship was sweet and soft. for the one and a half years the two of you were together, you felt complete.

but you felt bad for nathaniel, too. because while you felt happy in your dream-like relationship with the man, you were just using him. manipulating him into becoming a lovesick puppy for you.

"what's wrong, darling?" you blink, shaken out from your thoughts as nathaniel looks towards you questioningly. you didn't realize you'd been staring hard at him while he interviewed a patient, a warm old lady with a big smile.

you smile up at him, just a small one, but it was enough to make his ears go red. "nothing, nathan." you reply affectionately, as the old lady fawned over the two of you, crooning about how sweet of a couple you were.

you loved killer peter because you loved how brutal the characters were when it came to murder. your friend recommended lookism and eleceed since they were well-known action manhwas, thinking that you would like them. though she didn't really understand your concept of action (namely gruesome battles, hopefully to the death), you appreciated the thought. stuff like manager kim, juvenile detention, unholy blood and killer peter though, you found those to be really good. they weren't that gore-y, but at least people wouldn't look at you weird when you say you liked those manhwas. they'd just think a girl like you would be interested in those manhwas because of the hot men (they were partially correct, you suppose).

out of all the characters in killer peter, you relish in the fact that peter himself was the best. you were a huge fan of his character. controversially, you liked the fact that he had a simple goal - to get revenge on glory club and its new leader (unlike lookism - daniel park was weird). your original goal in killer peter was to help peter achieve his goal (who were you kidding - you just wanted to see him in real life), but you realized that you could save the people peter was going to kill in the process, and hopefully use them to help peter.

you decided to start from nathaniel, then work your way from him. it was easy enough - the man was already head over heels just for a single compliment from you. it's like you were putting a blindfold over his eyes, you muse inwardly as you trot after him as he reviews the charts in his grasp, effortlessly flipping through it with one hand, his other tightly interlacing with your tinier palm, his group of a and b-rank killers trailing not far behind the two of you.

patients and employees alike smiled and bowed respectfully to the both of you as you passed by. you smile back politely, waving at people you were more familiar with, though you never left nathaniel's side. not like he would let you anyways - his grip was vice-like.

suddenly feeling bold, you halt in your steps, making your boyfriend pause as well, raising an eyebrow inquisitively as he turns towards you, only to be met by a quick yet sweet kiss pressed to his jaw.

"...what was that for?" he asks, handing his clipboard of charts to one of the killers behind, before using that same hand to softly thread his fingers through your hair.

"just because," you reply honestly, smiling up at him, before pressing another kiss to his jaw, this time letting your lips linger longer around the area. behind you, the killers immediately avert their eyes at the sweet interaction. they knew better than to stare at the two of you pda-ing - apostle nathaniel would definitely have their heads if they dared.

nathaniel's face breaks out into one of his rare soft smiles - the kind that took your breath away, since you've never seen it in the manhwa. he leans down to your height, tenderly grasping your jaw, and presses his lips to yours.

he broke away first, pressing a small kiss to the crown of your head as he releases your face. "c and d-ranks will be coming to the hospital soon," he hums. "they're aiding in the hunt for peter."

"okay," you ask no questions, smiling at him as you stare deeply into his eyes. the two of you resume your walking, and the killers behind follow. "do i need to prepare anything?"

"no," he replies almost immediately, his face turning dark as he stares into nothingness. "i don't need those foolish idiots fawning over my girlfriend. i'll kill them if they do."

you chuckle, and he immediately whips his head in your direction, the murderous glint in his eyes fading into affection. "alright," you reply in a carefree tone. "i'll trust you with everything, then."

the two of you finish the rest of your rounds in comfortable silence.

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                "MR. OH, WHERE'S PATIENT 1304'S MEDICAL RECORDS? i need them for his surgery-" you abruptly cut yourself off as you stare at the young man in front of you, staring at you with a neutral look.

the hand holding the doorknob suddenly feels clammy and moist as your face breaks into a natural smile. "oh, hello!" you greet peter. "i apologize, i didn't know anyone else was in the room."

peter stares at you more with the same neutral look, though you could glimpse his gaze narrowing slightly. a chill runs up your spine, though you remain steadfast, smiling warmly at him. "...it's fine, ma'am!" he breaks into a jovial grin, bowing to you respectfully. "i was just helping mr. oh here crack his back."

"what a skilled young man he is, too!" mr. oh butts in with a loud chuckle, slapping peter's back cheerfully. "been feeling that strain for years. with just one crack, this young man manages to fix it! oh, you need patient 1304's medical records right, miss [last name]? they're on my desk, i'll go get them now." he promptly disappears into the backroom, leaving you and peter alone in stifling silence.

"...so," you decide to break it. inwardly, your heart was thumping wildly, threatening to burst out of your chest. you give him another smile as you awkwardly adjust the files in your hands. "are you one of the hospital's interns?"

"ah, no." peter replies, watching you intently for your reaction. "i'm with glory club." he watches as you stiffen, surprise then understanding flashing in your eyes as you nod slowly. "ah, welcome then," you reply, smile growing bigger. "you're here to help search for peter, yes? good luck, then." you jump at the opportunity to get in his good books (hopefully). "he's very skilled, from what i heard. could probably take down an apostle with just his bare hands." you laugh, albeit nervously.

"speaking of which," peter decides to jump at the opportunity to ask you. "do you know anyone by the name of hyeon-il na here?"

"i don't think so," you reply honestly, shifting from foot to foot. "is he a friend of yours?"

"something like that," he brushes it aside, stepping closer to you as his eyes gleamed red. a lump formed in your throat. this was it. he was onto you. "what about apostle nathaniel, then? since you know about the glory club."

"um..." you chuckle nervously, though your mind was in a turmoil. if you lied, he'd know, and instantly kill you. but if you told him the truth, nathaniel would die faster, too. you didn't want that.

but mr. oh appeared at the right time, saving you from peter's interrogation. "ah, here we are!" he says, blissfully oblivious to the tension in the air. peter's face goes back to neutral as he steps back. "sorry, miss [last name], couldn't find it in my drawers."

"it's fine," you say a bit too quickly, grabbing the medical records as you speedwalk to the door. "thank you, mr. oh." you ignore peter as you slam the door shut behind you.

peter watches as you leave in a hurry, amusement glinting in his eyes. you were intriguing, he thinks to himself as he bows to mr. oh, before excusing himself out of the administration office. though you tried to keep a calm composure, he could see that you were brimming with excitement and awe as you conversed with him. how interesting, he muses, a small smile curling at the corner of his lips. did you know who he was? that was impossible, but not unlikely.

he'll have to keep a close eye on you.

★

                "YOU'VE ADVANCED FROM BEING A D-RANK," the older killer in front of peter says. the man tilts his head curiously, though his dark eyes remain impassive. "the doctor doesn't usually select an escort." the older man huffs, as if he himself couldn't believe it. "well... there's nothing else in particular, but when you're escorting him, you must remember these four things." the killer holds up four fingers. "first, don't talk unless he asks you a question. second, never doubt the professor's actions. third, never talk, look or even think about the doctor's woman."

"his 'woman'?" peter questions curiously, interest sparked. he didn't know apostles these days were allowed to be in relationships. back in his day, love was prohibited because it distracted the killers from their missions. anyone found to be in a relationship of any kind was silently killed.

"yeah," the older killer nods, scratching the back of his neck, as if he couldn't believe it either. "glory club doesn't usually allow killers to be in relationships, but she's a special case we're never allowed to talk about. the doctor's extremely protective of her, so unless you want to end up dead, don't interact with her in any way. her name's [name] [last name]. it'll be easy to spot her; she's the only woman allowed to stand within a metre radius of the doctor." he huffs a small laugh to himself at the joke he made, quieting down once he remembers peter standing beside him, and his face grows serious. "lastly, never decline the doctor's kindness."

his kindness? peter repeats to himself, as he follows the man towards the doors, noting how sweat dripped from his temple, as if he was scared. what is there for him to be so nervous about?

"let's hurry," the man says, speeding up towards the doors. "the doctor hates to be kept waiting." with a ding, the automated doors open wide, as if revealing peter - no, kim sun-gu to the pack of wolves waiting.

and, with a smile, the lion gladly welcomes the wolves to their demise.

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what do we think do yall want this i have a whole series planned roughly in my brain and 6 or 7 (heh...67) chapters alr written 😕✌️

the bedroom - if you could even call it that - you were laying in had peeling, yellowing walls, empty and devoid of any decorations or even a table. looking down, you realize you were lying on a small, thinly worn mattress, not like the comfortable bed with a snug blanket you were used to.

still in shock, you slowly stand up, and unsteadily hobble towards the bathroom, a tiny, cramped space with nothing but a sink in front of a mirror, a squatting toilet and a showerhead. you needed to wash your face. perhaps you were still dreaming. but after splashing the cold water on your skin so many times it began to sting and gradually numb, you weren't so sure anymore.

staring at your reflection in the mirror (at least your face hadn't changed), you couldn't help but wonder if this was all some sick joke. maybe some random person on social media decided to make you a poor victim of whatever joke he planned, and had planted hidden cameras all over the house. that was probably it.

your phone, now an older model and more worn out than you previously remembered, was still thankfully mostly the same. you scroll through your chats, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. you - or whoever this person was, had little to nobody in your contacts.

you had a bunch of missed calls though - four from a contact labelled your boss, and almost a dozen each from three separate unknown numbers, all in the past week.

deeming your device useless for the time being, you place your phone on the kitchen counter. and that is when your eyes land on the empty bottle of pills lying on the counter, cap carelessly placed on top. you pick it up, eyes squinting to read the label.

a chill runs down your spine as you place the bottle down in shock, and you feel nauseous all of a sudden. you - this body - had tried to kill herself. but there was nothing else - no suicide note, no text message to loved ones explaining your situation, nothing to help you understand what the absolute fuck was going on right now.

all you could do was race to the bathroom, kneeling in front of the sink and hurling your guts out as you cried uncontrollably.

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three days later, your landlord serves you an eviction notice.

you say nothing as you read the official letter slipped underneath your door, huddled in a corner of your cramped little one-room house, eyes devoid of emotion or colour.

he had given you exactly two weeks to pay up, or you had to pack your things and move out, otherwise he was going to be calling the police. saying nothing, you crumple the letter into a ball and throw it into a bin nearby, and pick up the empty bowl of instant noodles by your side, standing up to clean up after yourself.

it was six in the evening, and the sun was already beginning to set. students passed by, on their way home to warm dinners and loving parents as you shut your front door, locking it and trudging towards your night job at the nearby convenience store.

you walk past large billboards and posters of HUNTRIX, barely glancing up as fans brush past you, chattering loudly about the concert they were about to attend. you knew their names by heart, and their secret occupation of slaying soul-eating demons. you loved their world of perfection and glamour once, after all, eating every scene up as you hunched over your laptop in the dark.

shaking yourself out of bitter thoughts, you enter the convenience store and greet the previous shift's worker with a slight nod. the girl smiles back kindly at you, placing the keys to the till and door on the countertop as you slip into your green vest and prepare for another grueling ten hour shift.

you are met with the usual customers - teenagers presenting fake ids, wearing fake mustaches trying to buy alcohol and cigarettes, adults still in their work clothes as they pay for a cup of instant noodles and rush off without so much of a blink or a thank you, and old men whose breath stink of beer and smoke.

you don't flinch as a thug threateningly raises a fist towards you, don't reply when women dressed too expensively to be shopping in a convenience store screams in your face, don't blink as an old man's hand 'accidentally' brushes your hands as you return his change.

you allow minors to purchase their alcohol and cigarettes, allow the thugs to snatch the chips in the snack aisle without paying, and allow the men to brush your hands as much as they pleased.

and at around two in the morning, the bell jingles with a fresh, new face.

"welcome," you say listlessly, barely looking up from recording the inventory as a young man walks past, heading straight for the cooled drinks. he returns, a few minutes later, two drinks in each of his hands. one strawberry milk, the other a soda pop.

you look up, barely flinching as you stare straight into the man's dark eyes. jinu smiles awkwardly, scratching the back of his head and laughs in embarrassment. "sorry to interrupt, but my friends wanted me to buy a drink for him. i'm not really familiar with them, you see... which do you think is better?"

you glance down at the beverages, a prolonged pause between you. the demon waits patiently - almost too patiently, the silence between the two of you unsettlingly thick.

you break the palpable tension, pointing towards the soda pop. "that one for you," you say blandly. "men often don't like strawberry milk." it was a simple, factual sentence, and yet his eyes gleam with gold, his smile turning into something more of a smirk, as if you had just told him the secret to defeating HUNTRIX.

he nods politely, going back to return the strawberry milk, and reappears with five soda pops. you barely blink and scan them all, reading out the balance. you don't react as he pulls out a wallet, blatantly showing an id card with the face of a man that clearly didn't belong to him, pulling out a wad of cash that was clearly more than the amount he owed you.

you blink owlishly as he presses it all into your palm, his smile remaining pure and innocent. "keep the change," he says kindly, but his tone gave no room for protest. he glances down at your name tag as you stare at him, puzzled by the demon's odd behavior.

he notices your gaze, and his smile grows wider. you see the tendrils of purple creeping up his neck, and the hairs on the back of your neck begin to rise. his fangs begin sliding out of his perfectly straight teeth, and all your survival instincts scream for you to run.

he opens his mouth, whether to speak or eat your soul, you didn't know. for at that exact moment, your savior arrives in the form of a rowdy group of teenagers, cursing loudly as they stroll towards the snacks row. and when you glance back to jinu, he was back to his normal human disguise, smiling warmly at you as if he didn't just try to eat your soul.

your hands couldn't stop shaking beneath the counter as you watch him bow slightly and leave with the drinks in a plastic bag, disappearing into the night. you exhale shakily, closing your eyes for a moment to gather yourself back together.

this was utter bullshit. you thought you were really going to die. this infuriating man, disturbing your peace and disappearing just as easily. you hoped you never had to see him again.

but you spoke too soon, for the next day you're staring straight into not one, but two pairs of glowing golden eyes.

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it happens at exactly two in the morning again. the doorbell jingles, and your heart sinks as you smell the scent of death and misery before you even see them. "welcome," you say miserably, keeping your eyes on the floor as the same pair of skinny jeans walk past you to the drinks section.

"ohhh, so this was the girl you were talking about, jinu?" another male voice says loudly, low and gravelly as he stops right in front of the counter. you heart nearly stops as you slowly look up, coming face to face with abby, the pink-haired bulkhead with a floral patterned shirt.

a wind blows from nowhere, lifting his shirt slightly, giving you a full view of the bottom of his eight-pack, but your mind is too preoccupied with panic and fear. were they back to finish the job? please, rowdy group of teenagers, come back. you pray to whatever deity was up there. please save me from getting the living shit sucked out of me.

jinu appears in your view again, smiling warmly as if he didn't try to eat you just one night ago, placing the same five cans of soda on the counter. you control your trembling hands, reading out the total price. and you don't bat an eye as he brings out a new wallet - bright, yellow, and totally not-jinu. he places another thick wad of cash in your palm, smiling brightly.

you can feel abby's eyes on your body as you count the bills, tucking away the extra as you slipped the exact cost into the till. the dread in your gut had been replaced with reluctant acceptance as you came to terms with your situation. whatever, you think, as you print out the receipt. if he keeps coming in like this everyday, i'll be able to pay my rent soon.

you make the mistake of glancing up, body freezing unconsciously as their eyes glow an unnatural golden, staring down at you with a look of insatiable hunger in their eyes. nevermind. you think, and the bills grow heavy in your pocket. forget paying rent, they're definitely eating me today.

but the moment you blink, their intimidating auras disappear and they're back to their 'normal' smiles and greetings as they exit the store, and once again you breathe a deep sigh of relief, hands shaking as you stare at your palms.

"what the fuck is going on." you say aloud, sinking into your stool with an air of defeat.

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jinu has never felt such need for a human in his life. he had been surrounded by beautiful women and seductive courtesans in his life, but this pull felt different. he was simply on the way towards the house him and the rest of his team had stolen from a family of five, when he caught a scent so addicting and sweet he'd absentmindedly began to follow it into a convenience store.

the bell jingles as he enteres, and his eyes immediately land on the only other person in the store - the cashier, scribbling busily in a small book as she looked at her clipboard.

"welcome," she mumbles, her voice empty and emotionless, and jinu can feel the electricity that flows through his veins at her sweet, honeylike voice. she looked to be in her early twenties, with a small, delicate frame and smooth skin. she was perfect.

the demon could feel himself begin to drool the more he inhaled her scent, and forced himself to stroll towards the drinks section, mindlessly grabbing the first two beverages he laid his eyes on, reminding himself to control himself as he walked back to you, struggling to keep his claws hidden as he bathed in your addictive scent.

and when you finally looked up at him, your eyes flickering with hidden emotions, jinu knew he was a gone man. the blank look in your eyes was so beautiful. he longed to whisk you away, to break you with soft whispers and sleepless nights. you looked like a mindless doll, strings pulled taut, unmoving, emotionless, waiting for somebody to take control and guide you like a marionette.

mate, his mind screams, and his demon roars and thrashes in the chains of his soulless body, begging to be released. instead, the man smiles sweetly at you, holding up the beverages.

he cannot help himself but smile wider when you reply - you were so cute he could just pounce on you right there. he returns to you with four more soda pops, pulling out the wallet he'd nabbed from a human whose soul he'd eaten, plucking out all the bills he had inside.

the flash of disbelief that crossed your face amused him deeply. "keep the change," he explains, pressing the money into your palm. and as your fingers softly brush his, the warmth of your living body seeping into his skin, jinu couldn't help his excitement.

he allowed his demon to take control momentarily, eyes glowing an unnatural yellow only demons had, tendrils of purple crawling up his neck. he smiles at you, conscious of the way his fangs grow in his mouth. he watches your reaction closely, heart squeezing as he watches your eyes flit from his eyes to his mouth, then skin, and you unconsciously shrink from him, making yourself seem smaller than you already were.

and his demon positively whines as it aches to give you a small nip on your wrist, marking you and keeping other demons away from your glowing soul. but you don't scream or question like he thought you would. jinu can't help but furrow his eyebrows slightly. even for a emotionless human, this was unsettling.

the man opens his mouth, ready to speak, but three young boys burst through the doors, chattering loudly as they trudged to the snacks section. jinu's eyebrow twitches in irritation, but he turns to you with a kind smile, retracting his demon, who was still howling in protest, and exits the store.

mate, his demon chants, and for the first time, jinu is in agreement with the monster living in his body. mate. he echoes, smile widening as he quickens his pace, heading back to the house.

he must tell his men the good news.

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jinu returns the next night with abby, who had earned himself visiting rights since the rest of the team were deemed unfit. romance and mystery would have pounced on you right where you were standing, and baby was still young for a demon - he needed to learn how to properly control his demon before he could visit.

"she smells amazing already." abby murmurs, swiping his tongue across his lips as he inhaled the scent of their mate. jinu doesn't reply, but his fists clench tighter by his side as he binds the chains around his demon tighter than normal, despite its whines, and they enter the store.

"welcome." your sweet voice fills jinu's head with a future he's determined to make come true, and he watches as your eyes remain fixed on the floor, not daring to look up at him.

"so this was the girl you were talking about?" abby blurts, and your head jerks up as if you'd been burned, eyes clearer than ever. jinu can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as your emotions burn clearly in your irises - shock, fear, and fascination. he sends a nasty glare towards abby, and stalks towards the drinks section, grabbing five of the same brand of soda pop.

he returns to you, smiling warmly as he watches you scan each item, fingers trembling ever so slightly as you grab each beverage to place in a plastic bag. you were so, so cute, and jinu just wanted to eat you all up. he hands you all the bills in the wallet he'd stolen that night, watching you wordlessly grab them and count the exact amount.

somehow, the two men reach a nonverbal agreement, and their demons claw to the surface, allowing their eyes to flash with a golden glow as they stare down at you. and when you, feeling their gazes, slowly look up, and shrink again, ever so slightly, like a little lamb in the presence of two big wolves. they smile at you, a hungry, meaningful smile, and the glow in their eyes dim back to a normal, dull human-brown.

"shit, you were right." abby breathes as they exit the store, and trudge back to the house. "she smelled so fucking sweet." his voice lowers into a growl and his gaze turns faraway, and jinu doesn't want to know what the pink-haired man is envisioning.

it aches to leave you temporarily, but jinu is already coming up with a plan to make sure you'll stay with them. forever.

#junespeaks ; hello... 😰 so i couldn't sleep and decided to write a chapter of a fic i've been thinking about recently 👉👈 lmk what u guys think its been so long since i posted a whole fic and im too lazy to edit it and make it nice yeah...

the first time you saw goo, you immediately thought, wow this charmingly goofy-looking idiot needs to be mine.

and it worked. you were a bold woman after all; it was 2024, men were disappointments when it came to making the first move. you had went up to him, smiling prettily as you held ur mobile phone up, asking him for his number, surprised at how widely the blonde man had beamed and immediately pushed his coffee towards his disgruntled looking partner wearing sunglasses (it was a mall, who wears sunglasses indoors?), quickly typing his number into your contacts and saving it as 'goo (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡'. you were almost amused at how there seemed to be a virtual puppy tail wagging vigorously behind the blonde as he hands you back your phone with a radiant smile on his face.

and when the two of you hit off through numerous texts, goo finally popped the question – "go on a date w me?" you said yes of course, but anxious to show off your good points, you insisted on planning the entire thing, even going as far to arrange the date tomorrow.

and goo, being the absolute gentleman he was, immediately said okay and stepped back to allow you to take the lead. perhaps you should have asked for his help, though, because the entirety of last night you were frazzled, practically fighting with the staff on the other line to get a table for lunch with the blonde, and planning out your itinerary for the whole day.

and now, you could barely keep your eyes open, placing heavy foundation underneath your eyes to hide your dark eyebags, and after you had sluggishly gotten ready, you were horribly, embarrassingly late. to the own date you arranged.

when you reached the agreed venue, you were mortified to find goo already waiting patiently, in a jacket that looked suspiciously expensive, and looking as fresh as paint.

"hi," you say breathlessly, smiling at him as you walk up to the man. "sorry i'm late."

goo's previously passive face lights up into a smile, and you are instantly reminded of how he looks like a puppy once more. "don't worry about it," he reassures you, holding his arm out like a gentleman. "shall we?"

you smile and loop your arm around his, making your way to the restaurant you had told him the two of you would be going to, attempting to squash your nerves. he was a nice guy, clearly. what could go wrong?

"i'm sorry, your reservation isn't showing up in our system." your face turns pale and your eyes widen in embarrassment as you stare at the waitress, who looked a little irritated by you. granted, the restaurant was bustling with people.

"that's impossible," you splutter, acutely aware of goo quietly observing you by your side. god, this was so embarrassing! "i called the restaurant last night and got a reservation for two at 1pm." you scroll through your chat logs and show her the number you had called.

the waitress nearly rolls her eyes at you as she impatiently explains, "we have multiple locations throughout seoul. you called the one in the far west, and this is the east. now if you would excuse me, i have customers to attend to." with that, she walks away, leaving you frazzled by your own mistake.

a loud growl from goo's stomach makes your eyes flicker to him as he grins at you, unabashed. "sorry." he says, eyes softening as he adds in a lower voice, "hey, it's an honest mistake. don't worry about it, okay? how about we just go to amother restaurant before doing whatever you had planned?"

"are you sure?" you ask uncertaintly. "i feel really bad for making such a stupid mistake though."

"yeah," he grins at you lightly, and the sincerity on his face makes you smile back. "i'm craving tteokbokki anyways."

your smile grows wider and you confidently take the lead. "i know just the place."

you were kind of regretting your decision now. not that it was goo's fault; you probably should have thought the place you were bringing him through before taking him here. the man was still an absolute gentleman and didn't complain, but you saw his nose wrinkle slightly when you stepped into the cheap-looking place, cringing a little when his prada shoes accidentally kicked against a trashbag in the corner.

you felt ashamed of yourself for bringing a first date to such a poorly kept place as this. but you honestly thought the tteok was good, and the aunty who served them was a kind soul you were familiar with.

the two of you sat in silence at the counter after you ordered two plates of tteokbokki, the air awkward around you.

"i'm sorry, is this too poor for you?" you finally break the silence, not beating around the bush as you stared down at the interesting wooden table, not daring to meet the blonde's gaze.

you could feel his stare boring into your hunched form, and you glanced up, unable to decipher his gaze.

"hm? whaddya mean?" goo asks, smiling warmly at you. staring at his attractive face, you feel your cheeks grow hotteras you tuck your hair behind your ear.

"it's just that you look rich," you explain, the smell of fresh tteok wafting up your nose. "so this kind of place probably doesn't suit your tastes. ah, i should've brought you to a more expensive restaurant, right? i apologize." you smile bitterly. you briefly recall all your previous first dates that have gone wrong, and you quietly wonder if you just had a curse with men.

a large, warm hand lands on yours and you blink up at the suddenly solemn blonde man. "don't say that," goo says in an uncharacteristically serious tone. "i mean, we all make mistakes, right? it's the restaurant's fault. yeah, it's definitely the restaurant's fault." he nods to himself, posing in a thinking position with his thumb and index finger forming a 'v' below his chin, other arm propped against his hip.

you crack a smile, slightly startled as he whips around with a mischievous smile on his face as he gives you a wink and delivers the cheesiest line known to mankind.

"besides, i'm willing to go anywhere as long as i'm with you." your eyes widen as you stare at him in silence, and for the first time in his life goo falters, before you throw your head back, letting out a pure, breathless laugh. and goo smiles in relief, watching you with warmth in his gaze.

"alright, mr. romantic," you chuckle, wiping a tear. "that was so corny." goo'd face falls into one of mock offense and he pokes your side, his tone lightly accusing. "you take that back!"

you burst into peals of laughter as you struggle to fight the larger man off as his hands continuously assault your ribs. "wait— i'm sorry!" you wheeze out your laughter, but the man is relentless in his attacks, and his smile only grows wicked as his attacks increase tenfold and you nearly shriek.

behind, in the kitchen, the old lady smiles fondly as she listens to your laughter, recalling the number of times you've come into her shop. of all the times you've came to her, drunk, angry, happy or sad, this has been the brightest she's seen you with a man.

EXTRA:

"jagi~" a creepy voice sings from the door, and the blood drains from goo's face as he slowly drops gun to the floor, a chill creeping down his spine as he neevously looks to the doorway. you smile, eyes drifting towards the broken vase you'd bought a month ago, now lying on the floor in broken pieces, then to the newly refurbished sofa, which soft, cotton insides have spilled out from scratches, and to the coffee table, a crack split down the middle.

"hello, darling." goo says meekly, and nearly shrieking as you suddenly drop your bag, pouncing on him as you tugged his ear harshly.

"dammit goo, i just bought a new coffee table. NEW!" you yell in his face. "do you have ANY idea how much it cost me and how much i had to convince the landlord a gangster wasn't living in my house???" goo opened his mouth ready to say that hypothetically, he was sort of a gangster, but another dirty look from you made him wither down.

"hello, gun." you smile sweetly, mood a complete 360 as you turned to the japanese man, who, likewise, greeted you respectfully with a bow of his head. "do you want some tea? i just got a batch of tea leaves imported from japan." he nods, and you smile wider.

"clean this up." you practically throw your boyfriend onto the ground as you turn to the kitchen. "when i come back with the tea, this place better be spotless."

gun watches in amusement as his friendly rival gets up from the ground, whining about his swollen ear. "aren't you going to help?" he pouts, and gun smirks gleefully. "no."

"dick." goo grumbles, but freezes when your voice echoes from the kitchen, "i heard that!" gun snickers, and goo shoots him a scowl, mouthing 'fuck you' as he bends down to pick up the broken vase pieces.

"you missed one." gun points out unhelpfully, inwardly cackling in glee as he watches the poor blonde glare at him, unable to do anything but shuffle forward to scoop the piece up, shuffling to the dustbin to place the shards inside.

thank you for giving goo this woman. gun silently thanks the heavens as he secretly takes his phone out to film the bleach blonde, all domesticated and demure, sweeping the floor and wiping off bloodstains.

yamazaki shingen does not get jealous. or at least, that's what he tells himself. jealousy, like any other emotion, is considered a weakness, and a weakness is something his countless foes will immediately grab on to once they catch sight of it, his father always told him.

he had learned to shut off his emotions a long time ago, ever since his embarrassing defeat against the famed gapryong kim from south korea. however he allows himself to have one simple weakness, despite his father and brother's disagreements, and that was you.

his darling, most treasured wife out of the ten women chosen just for him. you beauty shone through the others, and your quick-witted mind and equally sharp tongue was a stark contrast to the other women that only wished to survive in this cold, unfamiliar place.

shingen adored you. he favoured you, and that much was shown when he allowed you to keep your pinky, much to the displeasure of his brother. he gave you a strong and healthy boy with odd eyes, whom you proudly named gun, and treasured with your life.

shingen cherished you, anybody could tell. but do you love him too? this was a six-year question he never got the courage to ask.

which is why he is unsure of what to feel when he secretly follows you and your five year old son out of the compound and to a nearby public playground, and he sees a young boy bashfully coming up to you and showing a bouquet of wildflowers he had collected.

an odd feeling bubbles in his gut as he watches you smile warmly at the boy, patting his head with a gloved hand, gently taking the bouquet, complimenting it as you admired the flowers. nonsense. even shingen could make a better bouquet than that little brat could (he's lying) to give to you.

"what are you doing here?" shingen pauses in his train of thoughts, looking down, only to see his five year old son standing beside him with a blank look on his face, hands in his pockets. he wasn't even looking at the clan leader, merely staring unblinkingly at you in the distance.

the yamazaki head merely grunts, turning back around to watch you interact with the young boy. the little brat was getting bolder and bolder, daring to grab your hands in his grubby little paws and dancing around with you.

the father and son stood by the side, unnervingly identical blank dark eyes glued onto you, watching you interact with the child, and any passerby walking past them would have had to blink and rub their eyes, wondering if they were seeing doubles.

shingen spares a glance down at gun, and feels somewhat amused by how entranced his son was with you. truly, he thinks to himself as he returns his gaze to you. he is truly too much like his father.

he feels that same, odd feeling fluttering in his stomach as he watches the little beast motion for you to lean down, and braves a small peck against your cheek. the kid's face explodes in a fine assortment of red colours as the other children laugh and cheer, clearly entertained by this boy's foolishness. shingen watches as you merely smile at him and ruffle his hair, not saying a word.

to anybody watching, shingen and gun looked the same as before, but if they looked closer – really looked closer, they would see the exact same crease in between their eyebrows as their gazes became sharper, trained onto the boy.

shingen feels disheartened. why was it so simple for a young child you barely knew to kiss you on the cheek? he had been watching you, waiting for the perfect moment to give you a lil smooch, but each time you seemed to read his intentions and kept your distance.

shingen was frustrated. what was he doing wrong?

"MARRY ME!" the impudent little boy suddenly shouts, with flushed cheeks and a makeshift ring, made out of a little daisy he'd found.

immediately, both shingen and gun's head snaps towards him, death threats running through their minds. oh hell no.

meanwhile, you gave the poor, oblivious boy an awkward smile, extremely floored by the situation. poor kid, did he even know what he was getting himself into? by the looks of his expectant expression and hopeful eyes, clearly not. you clear your throat and open your mouth, ready to spout some bullshit, but someone else beats you to it.

"there you are, dear." you jump slightly in surprise as a deep voice murmurs in your ear, thick, strong arms snaking around your waist as your husband magically appears by your side, resting his chin on your collarbone, letting his hot breath fan your skin.

the little boy stares at shingen with a mix of indignation and fear. "w-who are you?!" he stutters out, and you had to admire his courage.

"i'm her husband." was shingen's immediate reply, and your eyes widen slightly to here the subtle pride in his voice.

the boy frowns. "no you're not! i'm gonna marry her, not you!" you sweatdrop slightly as the two males exchange heated looks – well, at least the boy's was heated, shingen looked purely amused, though you swore there was a tinge of annoyance that flashed through his eyes, though you could never telk what was running through that man's mind.

but unfortunately for the boy, he forgot that there was another formidable enemy headed right for them.

"kaa-san, is this shrimp bothering you?" your son smoothly steps in, gaze calm yet predatory as he looks down upon the inferior boy before him.

the little boy's eyes widen in fear as he recognizes gun, as do the children watching them with bated breath. "it's the playground demon!" a girl shrieks, and all the children flee in different directions, screaming their heads off, even your ever-so-valiant pursuer.

you chuckle a little, and sinply offer a loving pat on gun's head, who looks up at you with the same blank look, though your smile widens as you notice a fervent and soft tinge in his eyes as he gazes up at you.

shingen watches the exchange, feeling strangely out of place. he stiffens a little as you turn towards him, a gentle, yet unreading smile on your face.

out of courtesy, shingen wordlessly offers his arm, to which you accept, your other hand holding on to gun's tinier palm as the three of you begin your walk home.

"i noticed you'd followed my son and i here, lord yamazaki." shingen shows no reaction as your clear voice cuts through the awkwardness. he remains quiet for a few seconds, before turning to look down at you straight in the eyes.

"yes," he replies bluntly, and watches as you blink up at him, taken aback, clearly expecting him to dodge the question. your walls quickly rise as they had fallen, and your smile is quickly plastered back on.

"oh my, whatever for?" you chuckle as you continue your journey, and your voice turns teasing. "were you jealous, then? watching that little boy ask for my hand in marriage?"

"yes."

"ah, i expected-" you pause, and turn to stare at him disbelievingly. "...pardon?"

you weren't sure what you were expecting, but it definitely was not for the man beside you to avert his dark eyes, almost in embarrassment, suddenly looking like a kicked puppy. "are you... upset i interrupted?"

"how could i ever be?" and it's shingen's turn to be taken aback at how soft and genuine you sounded, it almost made him flinch in shock. "you are... my husband." you say quietly, ears tinged red.

a few more seconds of awkward silence pass, before the little gremlin decided to interrupt. "kaa-san, can you carry me?" gun asks blankly, stopping to raise his arms in your direction.

you smile, immediately taking your hand out of shingen's grasp, and the yamazaki clan leader is left with an unexplicable void in his heart as he watches you lift your child in your arms, smiling fondly at him as you continued walking.

suddenly, you stop and whirl around, smiling at shingen. and he realizes, with a start, that this was the first genuine smile he has ever received from you. and he loved it.

"it seems i have been neglecting my marital duties as a wife to my lovely husband," you hum, almost teasingly, a suggestive glint in your eyes. "i shall be visiting your bedchambers tonight, lord yamazaki."

warmth spreads through shingen's chest, and he allows the slightest of smiles to creep onto his face.

"i would love that too... my wife." and he takes a step, then another, and another, until he was directly in front of you. you beam up at him, and your little family walks home together.

yamazaki shingen loves you, and he's willing to wait however long needs be and make a fool of himself as many times as he has to for you to smile like that at him once more.

extra:

"kaa-san, i was jealous that little imbecile asked to marry you just now. can you visit my bedchambers too?" gun suddenly questions, and you let out a small laugh at his funny request.

"silly boy, i do that every night." you hum in amusement, gently tapping his nose as you spoke.

"kaa-san, i meant you should visit my bedchambers and not my father's."

"..." you sweatdrop as the father and son exchange blank looks that conveyed malicious threats and murderous intent.

your no. 1 supporter

this man is the greenest green flag when it comes to support and encouragement

you saw this gorgeous dress on display but not sure if it'll look good on you? "go ahead and buy that dress, you look good in anything." you want to sign up for sewing classes? he's immediately doing extensive research on all the sewing workshops nearby and background-checking all the employees. you're struggling to carry all your shopping bags? he's dropping everything to rush to your side and help you carry them to the car.

date nights. date nights. i can't really envision him going out to expensive restaurants (idk why, i'm sorry), but i feel like he would prefer simpler date nights as well, like just sitting down on the sofa with a box of pizza and face masks bc u insisted, watching some corny rom com movie

this man is rich rich. given his job, there's no way you would ever be short on money. he feels bad because his job doesn't really give him a lot of time to spend with you, but he makes up for it by transferring millions and millions of won into your card every month to spend on clothes, manicures, skincare, whatever you needed

pouting to him because you accidentally spent all the money he had given you? no worries, he'll simply press a kiss to your crown and transfer more money, giving you a little extra "just because".

god i love this man

lives for forehead, hairline, crown kisses bc let's be for real, this man is huge. i'm not exactly sure of his height but let's just assume he's super tall, and you have to be standing on your tiptoes just to be able to kiss him properly

because of this, it would be more convenient for him to press kisses to the top of your head before he rushes off for work

very protective

his years as a mercenary have honed his awareness skills (??), and he's really good at detecting threats to you. for example, there's a man that keeps following you around, and you're not even aware of it, but manager nam's already excusing himself to go beat the guy up - or kill him, it depends on his mood that day.

you don't ever need to worry your pretty little head whenever you're around him, because he's already taken care of every threat in the area before you're even aware of them <3

if he's busy on a mission tho, he'll get a bunch of bodyguards to follow u around bc he's just gentlemanly like that

(borderline overly-protective but you beg to differ)

i feel like he would def be like manager kim and hide his occupation for you.

sure, he did mention lightly that he's a contract bodyguard, which is why he's so rich, but he refused to tell you anything other than that, because in his words he has to "protect the clients' privacy" (he's lying he doesn't mention the part he's also a contract killer / mercenary). i mean, it wasn't exactly a lie, right?

he can't say he's never thought of starting a family with you, but between his busy schedule and the constant threats looming behind his shoulder, he would want to wait until everything settles down before giving you a child. until then, he's very strict on using condoms and ensures you take the pills before and after yall do the deed.

but when you guys do have children, he would be an amazing father to the child, no matter their gender.

as a girl dad, he would definitely dotes on her like he does to you, but he's really strict on ensuring she doesn't end up too bratty and constantly trains her in self defense so that she's capable of protecting herself and her mother from creeps. your daughter would def grow up to be a total hothead and extremely protective of her mother, and insists on having "girls night" and literally kicks her depressed father out of their shared bedroom lol. tbh, manager nam's just a total softie for his family

if he was a boy dad tho, the tables would turn because i feel like he would have really strict training regiments and standards for his son, and they're both fueled by the constant reminder that they need to protect you <3 always fighting for your attention it's almost funny lol. until your son grows up and petty arguments turn into full-blown fights that leave you fuming and refusing to talk to them for days because they broke your favourite vase

in conclusion, manager nam is a total simp that would bend over backwards just for you. if he respects and admires manager kim, he 100% worships and adores you with all his heart. every day you spend with him feels like a dream <3

10/10, total green flag that would do anything to keep you happy. as long as he sees you smiling lovingly at him, he's happy.

let's start off with the most obvious obvious one; this man would die for you

you could tell him to go up against the government and he would do so without hesitation (he's basically already doing it anyways LMFAO)

absolutely adores cuddling up to you while sleeping. my theory is that this man secretly enjoys being the little spoon because he's never gotten that kind of comfort when he was younger

he likes it when you wrap your arms around him from behind as well. actually, he just likes any type of contact with you.

inwardly guilty he can't spoil you with lavish goods because he's not exactly rich. you deserve the world, in his eyes, and a secret fear of his is that one day you'll leave him

he's either a great cook or a food poisoner, there is no in between. either way, he loves your home-cooked meals the most

very domesticated around you. he radiates black cat energy, and whenever he comes home from work and practically drapes himself all over you, you're always reminded of a grumpy but comfort-seeking cat you once saw on social media.

not a great kisser, because let's be for real, between raising minji and his missions, he doesn't have a lot of time to practice his smooching skills. however, he's a really quick learner and you've noticed a drastic improvement in his bedroom skills ever since he started dating you. but he's great with his hands ( yk, his cqc... fast fingers... ). i'll leave the rest to your imagination

bro would absolutely be the type to be silent about his relationship with you, so people either find out through seeing him with you, or minji happily going around telling everyone she has a mom now.

my headcanon is that this man has horrible alcohol tolerance. one shot with hansu and jincheong is enough to make him red in the face. the first time he came home drunk, you thought he was kind of cute intoxicated and secretly filmed him the entire night tripping over thin air and arguing with the soap

would insist on carrying all your bags. it's rare for you to go on a shopping spree, but even if you're going out for your routinely grocery run, he would insist on carrying all the bags, including your purse, even if you keep insisting he let you carry something.

this gentleman finally relents and lets you carry the bag of chips home LMFAO

now let's talk about his... less than ideal background.

if you were totally oblivious about his past, he would feel a mix of relief and worry, because he's happy that you don't know about his shady history, but also worried that one day you would find out about it, and possibly leave him. let's be real, with the humongous target on his back, someone is bound to find out he has a wife and harm you.

he would never admit it to you, but in the end you'd find out anyways. there's no way the two of you could go your entire lives without finding out every little detail of each other's past, pretty or not.

let's just say you found out through someone ambushing your house when manager kim wasn't home to try and kidnap you. but of course, your husband, having installed silent alarms in every corner of your shared apartment, immediately came racing back to grab you and swoop you into a safe house in the blink of an eye.

he had explained everything to you, saying that if you didn't want to stay with him he would completely understand and accept it.

poor boy was so confused when you burst into tears and hugged him and called him an idiot. he genuinely didn't believe anybody normal would want to be with him even though he basically told them he used to be a ruthless war machine.

after you had calmed down, you had explained that you were disappointed that he thought so little of himself, and you were also really sad because you realized where all the scars littered across his body had come from, and it broke your heart to think that he had gone through so much pain during his time in the military.

after that whole fiasco, you treated his scars more tenderly than ever.

you would trace the bullet scars and lines on his upper body with care and softness as you lay in bed together, and he can't help but think that some good has come out of coming clean to you after all

but let's say that you knew about his past, maybe because you were a part of his squad back in the days.

shared trauma ig

but seriously, i feel like he would feel more at ease whenever he leaves the house to go on a mission because he knows you can protect yourself and minji if the need arises, even if he would still get anxious and worried for your safety.

tbh i feel like you probably caught his eye because you kicked his ass a couple of times when sparring lol

he would like the fact that he could come home in the dead of the night, covered in blood from head to toe, and not have to fumble for an excuse to tell you

nightmare bonding is real bc the two of you have probably gone through some extremely traumatic things in your early days, and of course it's going to leave a lasting impact on both of you.

some nights, the two of you would wake up sweating and shivering after reliving those moments, or seeing your dead comrades, and can silently comfort each other as you both steady your breathing and calm yourselves down

definitely would bring the two of you closer together than ever

let's talk about what manager kim would be like if he's jealous!

would be the type to subtly swoop in and enter whatever conversation you were having with the poor guy, remaining calm and collected, though he made sure he dropped hints left and right.

"ah yes, my wife owns that dress..." "my wife loves the tteokbokki at that restaurant..." "my wife... my wife..."

and when the dude finally gets the hint and backs off, you're always left feeling amused as you watch your husband stare at the guy as he walks off, a stoic look on his face, though you can always feel the triumph radiating off him.

and let's just say the guy doesn't get the hint, and instead keeps implying that you can do so much better than what you have right now. you smile awkwardly, reassuringly interlacing your fingers with his, but it's not enough for the cold stare to drop from manager kim's face.

spoiler alert: that guy either dies or he leads a very unlucky life afterwards

after you and him part ways with the annoying guy (you have to politely excuse yourselves with a lame excuse), manager kim is always left feeling slightly insecure and ashamed of himself. the guys that hit on you are always younger, always richer, always better looking. why would you want to stay with a broke, single father like him anyways? his secret fear comes back into play as these thoughts eat him alive

it doesn't take much to make him forget his worries - just reassure him and comfort him and pamper him, but if a few days go by without you noticing the shame and insecurities eating him away, it might cause him putting some distance between the two of you because he thinks he's not worthy of your love

besides his self-degradation, this man is one of the best men in manager kim to end up with because you know he's going to do whatever he can to ensure you live comfortably, with little to no fears or worries whatsoever. 10/10.

p.s. bro would defo be the type to get hit on by older women when he goes to parent-teacher meetings. and going back to how he wouldn't outright talk about his marriage, none of the women would ever know he was married, until they saw you come in place of your husband, who was on a 'work trip' (that was not true, he went to another city to murder some gang), and needless to say, the women never bothered manager kim ever again.