#dg x reader

based on the this.

featuring: James Lee (red hair)

TW: yandere, parasocial & stalker behavior, James is a bit of a tsundere/bully

James Lee, still a bored senior in high school, randomly clicks on a faceless streamer struggling with a point-and-click game from the 2000s. It's a detective game with the most basic puzzles. He scoffs at you for overlooking obvious clues and laughs when you make a mistake.

He follows your streams because he feels bad for you and your occasional two viewers. At least that's how it starts. A routine. What began as mild curiosity, what was maintained only by his condescending pity, eventually developed into a habit.

Your voice isn't that special, he thinks, and you're an idiot who takes forever to solve a Tower of Hanoi puzzle.

But he continues watching. There's something calming about you, something special that even he can't pinpoint. Suddenly, he can't go a day without watching your videos.

Then he starts interacting with you. He may not be your first viewer, but he is your first consistent and vocal "fan." He floods your chat with comments like "what's so fun about this game?" and "even a monkey could solve this puzzle."

If it were anybody else, they would've blocked him immediately, but you just laughed at his words. Maybe you're a masochist.

You welcome him every time he logs in. It shouldn't be a big deal—it's not a big deal, but James gets excited anyway. Hearing you smile as you greet his username has him beaming like an idiot, and he hates feeling like an idiot, so he takes out his confusion on you.

invincibLEE: you JUST read the code to the safe, how did you forget already?

invincibLEE: how dumb are you?

invincibLEE: since ur hopeless, i'll tell you how to solve it

You tell him that you want to solve it on your own. He sends you an eyeroll emoji but leaves you alone. When you solve it (finally), he writes: "see? was that so hard?"

He bombards your chat with live commentary about the game, calling it "idiotic" or "stupid" or other insulting synonyms. As you gain more followers, they ask why you don't block him. You laugh and tell them it's fine because it's Lee.

Your explanation has his chest swelling with pride. "It's fine because it's Lee." Eventually, he hears it as "It's fine because it's my Lee."

He scoffs at your other viewers. They can chat as much as they want, but they'll never be special; that's why he stays quiet even when you start greeting other followers by their usernames. Even if you remember their names, they will never be just yours. And you will never belong to any of them.

James Lee having a separate bank account dedicated to sending you money. It doesn't matter how much the others send you, he triples their donations and shocks you every time. You used to be grateful for his gifts, but then they started reaching what you labeled as "ridiculous amounts" and you had to set a limit. You need to be more selfish, he thinks with a shake of his head.

James Lee, who should be the most thrilled to hear about your face reveal, is surprisingly quiet in the chat. Your mods and followers are equally confused. Some cheeky viewer tags his name: @ invincibLEE, ur bias is gonna show their face tonight, where r u bro??? Other viewers flood your chat with the same thing: where is @ invincibLEE?

James Lee rolls his eyes.

He discards his lollipop stick with a flick of his finger, the plastic hits one of the half-conscious men around him.

Why should I be excited? James leans on his bike and taps on his photo album.

He already knows what you look like.

Note : This is my first time writing fanfiction again after a long time. Also, English isn't my first language, so constructive feedback is always appreciated! I used Grammarly to help me correct it, but I don't know if that thing really works...

Summary: When James Lee thought it would be a good idea to rehearse a scene with you. Or more like using you (?)

No Warning.

Enjoy!

The sound of the door unlocking echoes from inside the penthouse as you relax in the living room. You then stand to greet James, who has just come home from work. James then walks into the room with his coat already hanging on his arms. Before you can greet him, you already feel something is wrong with him the second he closes the door behind him.

You notice it immediately, even before he says something. James is usually composed and quiet in his idol image. And you know it too well to question his sudden silence when he's home earlier than usual. But this time, his silence felt too heavy for you to ignore it. His usual cockiness around you is gone. No greeting kiss, he usually does, nor a smile from him. Hell, he didn't even bat an eye at you.

"Rough day?" You asked quietly a moment later from the spot you've been standing across the room.

"Hm."

James rolled up his shirt sleeve and put his phone and car keys on the nearby table. You watch him closely. His gaze is drifting somewhere distant despite the city light reflected in his eyes from the floor-to-ceiling window glasses. His expression is calm, like usual, but now there's something unbearably heavy behind it. Something that makes even you hesitate around him for a bit.

You tried to ignore it by thinking that maybe something had happened at work. Something horrible. Or maybe he is just tired. You want to ask him what happens, and maybe you could help him a little. Though you’re not sure if he really needs your help. Maybe, right now, he just needs something to lighten his mood first. So, without thinking much, you throw a joke at him. It's supposed to be a sarcastic joke, the one he loves the most.

You let out a soft breath, almost like a laugh, "If you keep looking like that, people might think you just killed someone."

Silence.

That's all you got from James, who now turns his body towards you. If this were the usual James, then he would play along in this sarcastic game by replying to your statement with a half-joke and his cocky smirk. But now? He just silently looked in your direction before slowly walking towards you.

You notice his gaze first. He is looking at you dead in the eye. His expression is flat, but there's coldness behind those eyes. Your heart beat increases without you realizing it. It felt like a dagger was slicing your heart. Because no, even when he's mad at you, James never looks at you like he wants to do something horrible to you, like right now.

"James…? What happened?" With your remaining courage, you asked carefully.

James only keeps marching towards you. His steps are slow, but his posture seemed to carry an unpleasant, oppressive aura. You tried to call his name one more time, he didn't answer that one, either. And before you realize it, your back hits the wall behind you. He's been slowly making you walk backwards to corner you. Now, he's right in front of you. The atmosphere around you turns unbearable. It makes you feel suffocated. The dim light of his luxurious penthouse does not help in warming up the tense atmosphere in it.

When James finally spoke, his voice was lower than usual, carrying icy coldness from the way he talked, "You seem to be too comfortable lately."

His low, flat tone made cold sweat run down your back without you fully understanding why you are feeling like this. You want to move away from him, but you are already trapped by him without even realizing it. One of his hands was beside your head, while the other was placed on the display table next to you.

Your brows furrowed, you've already put on a face to defend yourself from his comment just now.

"What does that even mean?" Your voice is coming out a bit more aggressively than you intended. Maybe your self-defence instincts are acting up too much because of the pressure James is putting on you right now.

His gaze stays locked onto yours with that unbearable intensity while asking you softly, "You really don't know?"

You're throwing another question at him instead of answering, "Know what?"

Your response elicited a snicker from him. That laugh didn't sound good. If anything, it makes you feel anxious because it was similar to the belittling tone he used to throw at his opponents back when he was just James, not the polished idol DG. It doesn't even sound like amusement from him. His head lowered for a moment before he looked back at you with that flat, icy gaze.

"You really don't know," he murmured, "or… pretending to?"

Your stomach drops at his question. Something felt like it was squeezing your throat, making your breath hitch a little. Your expression changed to something desperate, with confusion mixed with it. Your voice comes out stuttering, far from what you like, "What do you mean by that? James, I swear, I genuinely don't know what you're talking about."

James fell quiet again.

He didn't even answer one of your questions. Instead, he keeps giving you that look, like he wants you to disappear from him. Something is finally burning behind your eyes. You keep stumbling over any explanation or question for him. Your voice slowly turns weak while you keep stuttering to mutter every word you can form in that moment. Your vision blurred from the tears that began to gather in your eyes.

"James," you called him desperately, "Do you believe me?"

You murmured weakly, "I'm sorry. I’m not sure what I’m doing wrong. I just—"

Before you could finish your sentence, James cut you with another sarcastic question, “Sorry? For what exactly are you feeling sorry for? You don’t even know what you're doing is wrong.”

“Then, tell me!”

He looked into your eyes, his gaze piercing straight into your soul, "I'm not here to tell you everything one by one," he exhaled through his nose for a moment before continuing, “I know you’re not that stupid.”

James then slowly trapped you further against the wall. One of his legs was between yours, holding you there. His eyes were staring boredly at you now. Your mouth opened, closed, and then opened again. You tried to say something, but it felt like all the words you knew were erased by James's tall shadow looming over you. You're searching for something in his eyes. But you didn't find anything you're looking for. Only flat expression. Only silence you get from him, and that's what makes it hurt the most because his silence is unbearable for you.

Your eyes are gradually blurring from the tears that are almost escaping you. Your lips are trembling slightly, so you bite them weakly to stop it. Because you hate crying. You didn't want to cry. You didn't want to look weak. Especially not in front of him.

“I—” your voice cracks a little.

Just as your tears were about to fall, that's when something cracked in James's expression. Then, suddenly, you heard a snort.

James just laughed.

He is looking away slightly from you. He covered his mouth with one of his hands while trying to hold his laughter. His shoulder shook from how hard he tried not to laugh harder.

You're looking at him, confused now, "Huh?"

You watched him with tears still in your eyes. Seeing that, James could no longer hold back his laughter. You froze in your spot with a very concerned expression now. Your brain short-circuits with how fast this sudden change in him is. Your brain can't even fully process what happens before James slowly laughed while he was turning his head to you now.

Seeing your genuinely confused expression, James then pulled you softly towards him. He exhaled softly through his nose before his laughter finally stopped. Both of his hands are cupping your cheeks right now. He smiles so sweetly at you with amusement now glinting from his eyes.

"Oh, sweetheart, that was cruel, wasn't it?" He murmured, he sounds amused right now.

You now stared at him in disbelief, "...What?"

Then, without a warning, he kisses your cheeks softly while his thumb rubs beneath your eyes, where your tears almost fall. His low giggles didn't help to ease the atmosphere around you. Even when his signature cocky smile was back on his face, you didn't know how to react. Your brain seems still processing what happens right now.

"Easy there," he says, between kissing your cheeks again, then explains it lightly, "I was just practicing. It's just an act.”

Your brows furrowed further, "Practicing? You? At me?"

His voice is lighter now while explaining, "Yeah. I got a new role for upcoming dramas, and the director said I need to work on an intimidating scene."

Your eyes genuinely twitched at that. Does he actually put that whole psychological warfare on you just to practice?? Is he even sober right now?

James, on the other side, stopped giggling and tried to kiss your cheeks again. Before he can do that, you're faster to bite his hands that are still resting on your cheeks. Hard enough to make him jerk away from the sudden aggression.

"Ow." He waved away the hand you just bit.

You push him away from you while cursing him out, "ASSHOLE!"

You stomped away towards your shared bedroom, muttering curses under your breath, and slammed the door open. James watched everything with amusement behind you. You come back a moment later, bringing two pillows and throwing one at him, only for him to dodge it easily.

"You sleep on the couch tonight." You throw another one at him, but now he catches it smoothly.

"You just bit my hands."

"You deserve worse!"

With that last sentence, you slammed your bedroom door hard.

James, on the other hand, is smiling while picking up the pillows you just threw at him and bringing it to the couch with him. He is now lying on the couch, trying to catch his breath, with his smile growing wilder now.

It’s been an hour since you went to the bedroom and haven’t come back. He thought, maybe you’ve fallen asleep. James then gets up and walks to your shared bedroom. Luckily, you didn’t lock it. His steps were careful enough not to make a sound. When he looked at you, you were already lying on your side while turning your back on him. He closed the door behind him and walked slowly to the bed. He didn’t sit yet, just standing at the edge of his side of the bed.

The moonlight that filtered through the gaps in the curtains didn't help his vision at all to see if your eyes were closed. Your breathing was quite steady, judging by the rise and fall of your shoulders. James then asked in a soft voice, "Are you asleep?"

No answer.

A second later, you felt your bed sink under James's weight. He sat right behind you. His hand was placed close to your back, but he hadn't touched you yet. His head rests against the headboard, his eyes fixed on you, who’s still facing away from him. He knew you weren't asleep yet.

“Still mad about earlier?” he asked with a rather calm voice. One of his hands moved to your head, and he slowly stroked your hair.

With that question, you finally turn around to him. You brush his hands away from your head aggressively enough, “You think?”

James looked down while smiling softly at you. He took one of your hands and pulled it toward him. You tried to yank your hand away from him, but his grip is strong enough on your wrist. He keeps pulling it to his cheek and immediately leaning into the contact.

“I didn't mean to upset you.”

“Well, congratulations,” you reply quietly, “you just did it.”

“I don’t know you would be scared like that.”

You abruptly sit up, “For fuck sake, James, you literally looked at me like you want to murder me!”

He seemed to be contemplating your answer, his brow furrowed slightly, “Well… that’s not fun…”

“You get it now??”

You tried to turn your back on him but he already wrapped his arms on your waist and pulled you slightly so you're closer to him now. You tried to squirm away from him and failed immediately. One hand comes to your face then holding your chin up to make you look at him. His gaze is softened now when he looks into your eyes. You hate it when he's doing this because your heartbeat plays a stupid rhythm against your ribs so hard it's impossible to ignore it.

“I went too far,” he paused for a beat.

“I didn't mean to scare you.” Just that and a kiss on your forehead can make you melt away almost immediately.

His voice is calm.

He genuinely feels bad for you.

You can tell it right away.

It's unfair how he holds so much power on you. You held on to your pride but still leaned closer to him while grumbled in his arms. Your arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed, eyes narrowed at him.

“I'm still mad at you.”

“I know.”

“You don't get to kiss me and apologize and you think this is over.”

He smiles at that, “Okay,” he continues, “how can I make it up to you?”

You didn't answer right away. That's when James knows you already forgive him, maybe… for a little bit.

Then the world suddenly tilted.

“James!” You gasp his name out of surprise.

He is now laying on his back, his hands securely wrap around your waist. Keeping you laying down on his chest. You tried to resist again, with no effort unfortunately. His thumbs draw a slow circle on your back. It always calms you down in a weird way.

“You almost make me cry.”

“That's how I knew the acting worked.”

You pinch his arm.

He let out a quiet breath that sounded like a laugh.

“I will make it up to you.” He said softly against your hair.

“How?” You murmured on his shoulder.

James looked up at the ceiling as if thinking. Well, because this was James, a brilliant idea popped into his head. You felt his mischievous smile against your hair before you even looked at him.

“I wouldn't put you through psychological warfare again next time,” his thumb stopped drawing a circle on your back, “besides…”

“Besides…?” Your eyebrows shoot.

James grinning down right now, “should we practice kissing scenes next time?”

That makes you look up immediately.

You smack his chest hard enough.

“YOU—”

And James genuinely laughed at that. Still sounds entertained by your reaction.

𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 - ᶻᵃᶜᵏ ᴸᵉᵉ

zack lee x reader| angst | fluff |

summary: years after treating you like you don't exist, Zack decides he cannot take it anymore. What was supposed to be an apology, ended up being something entirely else.

warning: Mild violence, cult leader mentioned, feeling left out

It had been 4 years.

4 freaking years.

But zack made absolute no efforts on getting the friendship the three of you had back on track. Everything just had to be about Johan and Mira. Despite being in the same class, he never even spared a glance at you. Always spending time with either Mira or his rats.

It wasn't like Mira was any better. She always looked at you with so much guilt you hated it. After all why wouldn't she feel guilty when you took the hit for her when  the weird cult leader wanted to inflict it upon her.

I'd say all of them.

Note: I accidentally deleted that James Lee x crackhead NSFW reader request my bad. So these were just general headcanons, not crackhead reader ones. I’m not really a fan of crackhead readers they are honestly annoying af.

An anon requested this but i deleted it on accident (i’m sorry pookie) but here it is!

Pairing: DG x Male Rapper! reader

Source: Lookism

Type: request (deleted on accident)

Note: thank you so much for requesting me pookie i’ve been dying to write for DG x male reader

Out of sheer humanity and an utter disdain for being called a loser who backs out of their word you decided to go.

Honestly, it’s ridiculous. It’s only been three months, and you still don’t trust him. Or… maybe it’s not even about trust. Maybe he shouldn’t trust you.

Because what was this? Masochism? He’d acted like you tore his heart out, which, yes, you kind of did, but now he’s just sitting back like he’s enjoying watching you walk straight into a trap you laid for yourself. Like some sadistic prince with a front-row seat to your circus.

Yeah. It had to be that. Because he’s still a brat. Ugh.

Surprisingly, even though you were the one who asked him out, he planned everything. Of course he did. The place was a high-end café tucked deep inside one of Seoul’s most elite districts. Privacy? Guaranteed. He made sure of that, clearly.

But the real question was, should you have even come? The whole thing was pure ego. You just wanted to shove him off his pedestal and prove that he was the pathetic one. Wasn’t he the one hovering around you all month, throwing snide remarks, making his presence known in the most irritatingly pointed ways?

And the way he accepted your offer too fast, too easy. That alone should’ve triggered a spiral of overthinking. Because even for his usual aloof, detached nature, James Lee has always been calculating. Cautious. Controlled.

But the date was marked on the calendar. The plan was made. Now, you had to face the consequences.

He was already there, of course, in all his composed, irritating glory. And yes, his bodyguard escorted you in. Did James Lee really need a bodyguard? No. The question was flawed. It wasn’t James Lee who needed protection, it was Diego Kang, the man behind the idol mask.

Anyway what now? What do you say?

“Hello, how are you?”

“Been a while…”

Yeah, it really had.

He pulled your chair out for you. Gentlemanly. Silent. The stillness between you felt sharp enough to slice clean through bone. He was acting fine normal, even , but you knew better. You always knew how things burned and withered under his skin.

He didn’t lose composure anymore. Not now. Not ever.

And yet…a part of you ached. Where had that fiery, wild-hearted James gone? Not that he was dull now no. But he felt distant. Out of reach. Untouchable, even when you were sitting right in front of him.

Ugh. Why were you even thinking like this? This was the first and last time you’d meet him. One mistake is forgivable. Repeating it? That’s just self-destruction. You’d finish the coffee, eat the éclair, and leave.

“Stop overthinking. I won’t kill you,” he said quietly, sipping his drink. His eyes didn’t leave the table.

You fumbled with your glass. “I wasn’t thinking that.”

“Sure. Convince yourself,” he shot back, casually.

“It’s true. Who are you to say it’s false? Some kind of lie detector now?”

“No,” he said, finally looking up at you. “But you still tap the table whenever you lie.”

Your hand froze mid-tap. God. How many times had you done that? Had he always noticed? Had anyone else?

No. Don’t dwell. Don’t spiral. You pulled your hand back and tried to brush it off.

“Look, as I’ve said and I’ll say it again I don’t regret doing what I had to for myself. But the hurt it caused you…”

“Stop.”

“Huh?”

“I already told you. It’s fine.”

“But I still hurt you.”

“If you really cared about hurting me,” he said, placing his mug down firmly, “you wouldn’t have done it in the first place.”

That stung. But it was true. the ugly, uncomfortable truth. You’d tried to sound righteous, to frame your choices as self-preserving. And yet, you also tried to cushion the blow, soften it enough to protect your guilt. So you wouldn’t feel that bad.

Your grip on the glass tightened. You looked away. You couldn’t run from it anymore. You had to face it.

“Okay. So yes. There. You wanted honesty? Fine. Is this why you agreed to meet? To guilt-trip me?”

He stared at you. No response. Just unreadable silence. So maybe it was time to go all in. Let the dam burst.

“Listen...I get it. But don’t expect me to go on some monologue about what I did wrong and right. I said I’m sorry. I am. But that doesn’t mean I’ll walk around with a leash around my neck. What is this...are you Charles Choi now?”

You laughed bitterly, stood up, grabbed your bag.

“I think I’m done. This is what you wanted, right? You got it. Go invite someone else. I’m sure you have a queue of people dying to have coffee with you.”

You turned and started to walk off but his voice stopped you.

“Always, always, always running away, huh?”

You froze. Your back still to him.

“If I wanted to guilt-trip you,” he said, “I would’ve done it a long time ago. I’m not… Look, what happened, happened. And yeah, it was shitty. But it’s done. What do you want me to do? If you feel off being around me, then fine. Go.”

You didn’t move.

“And about your last point that’s exactly why I thought it was okay to meet. Because I figured you’d show up, get it over with. But clearly, someone’s not interested, even after asking me out.”

You stayed frozen.

That was…a lot. All at once. The barely sealed rage. The vulnerability stitched into his words. You sometimes forget he’s human too. And goddammit, he was right. But also, screw him. Who says so many brutally honest things, like it’s nothing?

You wanted to punch a wall. Or his face. But instead, for the sake of your pride and dignity, you spun around and looked him square in the eye.

“So,” you said, puffing yourself up. “You wanted to have coffee with me so bad, huh?”

Weak. That was not maturity. But you sat down again, silent and stiff. He followed, settling across from you. You heard the breath he released, soft. Subtle. Almost like relief.

“Okay. So I was rude. And yeah, screw it—whatever. I don’t want to run away. I’m not uncomfortable around you. I just thought you didn’t want me around. And…I do want to have coffee with you.”

You said it all in one breath, then practically attacked your pastry. You didn’t dare look at him, but out of the corner of your eye, you caught it a faint smile.

Not the teasing kind. Not the idol mask. Just… a quiet, real smile.

He took a bite of his own pastry and looked up. “What are you ordering?”

“This one,” you said. “It’s your favorite, right?”

He blinked. “So…you remember.”

Why did that make him happy? It was just a pastry. A small thing. But sometimes, small things made all the difference.

“I can’t eat it,” he said. “Calories.”

“Oh, screw that. You like it, right? It’s my treat.”

And maybe—for once—breaking his routine wasn’t so bad.

When the bill arrived, of course he tried to pay. But you stopped him.

“I’ll pay,” you said.

“I should.”

“It’s not about should. I will.”

“But—”

“Is this because a man should always pay? Tch. Who cares? I invited you. I’m paying. And if it makes you feel weird, fine, you can pay next time.”

You grabbed the receipt before he could argue again.

Oh.

Next time.

That didn’t sound so bad.

Yeah. Next time, he’d pay.

“Okay. Next time.”

“Yes. Sure.”

And when he smiled, really smiled, you felt something warm bloom quietly inside you. His fingers brushed against yours as you left, and you cursed under your breath. He chuckled.

Next time.

You were ready for whatever came next.

James couldn’t wait.

NOTE: So, you married the nation’s heartthrob—Diego Kang, not the idol anymore, but the man aiming for power. As he prepares to step into the world of politics, the real question is: Will his so called family ever accept you?

An AU where chaos reigns and love might not be enough to survive the Choi family.

Let’s see how you cope and chug through it all.

Maybe it was fate or maybe you were just a little too in love to think things through. You married the man you loved, only to be met with overwhelming opposition. And that opposition came explicitly from the man who was supposedly James's father or was he?

James never once called him “dad.” Not once.

But it was Charles Choi who raised him. Trained him. Alongside Crystal.

Crystal. Beautiful? Sure. But even more guarded. She wasn’t the kind of person to open up just because you happened to be her brother’s wife. No, she didn’t work like that.

Your so-called father-in-law, Charles, had a problem with you from the start and it wasn’t subtle. He knew James had married out of love, and that fact alone irritated him. Love? Seriously? In a world ruled by power and money, that was a luxury no one in his position should afford especially not someone with James’s future.

James had just made a foolish move, Charles believed. He was gearing up for politics, and instead of securing an alliance through marriage, he married you.

A waste of a move. A wasted opportunity.

“Do you always have to go against me?” Charles asked coldly.

The room was tense. You sat in the luxurious living room, surrounded by elegance and money but the atmosphere was biting. You, James, Crystal, Tom Lee, and Charles. A full house, yet somehow you were the only one feeling like an intruder.

“It’s my personal life, right?” James replied calmly, though you could feel the tension in his grip as he held your hand firm and grounding. He was trying not to lose his cool, but also making sure you didn’t feel alone.

Tom Lee, who had just finished yet another can of Coke, gave you a long, lazy look.

You weren’t one to back down. You met his eyes and threw him a look of pure contempt. Charles caught it, of course.

“See? She doesn’t even have the manners to treat guests with respect,” he sneered.

“And you don’t have the taste to invite good ones over,” you snapped back, already bracing for impact. You knew you had just poked the devil.

Tom, unfazed, had to make things worse. “What’s done is done. So, when are you planning to get her pregnant?”

James’s glare could have cut glass. You, however, didn’t hesitate. You picked up the empty Coke can Tom had just finished and hurled it at his head. It bounced off harmlessly. Tom just chuckled and waved it off like nothing happened.

Then, unexpectedly, Crystal spoke up.

“First marriage, then beg for a child, then control the child, then throw them into the rat race. Could people ever stop meddling in other people’s lives?”

She sipped her tea like it was no big deal. You gave her a grateful smile. She didn’t smile back, but she nodded. That was something.

She hadn’t defended you because she liked you. No, not yet. But because nosy people irritated her to no end. James had warned you beforehand his family was a stretch. He hated Charles. It was Crystal who he considered his real family. And even then, he said she didn’t warm up to people easily. It would take time.

But this? This might’ve been a start.

Still, Tom wasn’t done. “It’s a real question though. After marriage, it’s always a child, right?”

“Oh, great of you to know everything,” you said sharply. “When Miss Kim doesn’t even give you a spare glance. You wanna stalk our lives just to prepare for your own miserable future? But alas, Miss Kim…”

You hit a nerve. A bad one. Tom shot up, storming toward you.

James stopped him, stepping in between, arm tense, jaw set.

“Enough,” Charles finally muttered, voice low but firm.

“Yes, I think that’s quite enough,” James said. “This is my choice. I’m not a little boy. She’s my wife. And if anyone has a problem with that well , they shouldn’t.”

The room fell into a heavy silence.

“You know you’re going into politics, right?” Charles asked dryly.

“Thanks for the enlightenment,” James deadpanned.

You knew you had to say something. Anything. “Sir, I assure you his political career won’t suffer because of me.”

“And how can you be so sure?” Charles narrowed his eyes.

“Because if anyone messes with me, they don’t get away with it.” You placed your hands on your hips, grinning like you were Superman himself.

Charles sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

James had a secret lover all along…and he married her? How did he not see this coming? How had this slipped past him? And to think James rejected that prestigious family. For you?

A colossal mistake!

A literal mistake!

James and Crystal exchanged a look over the chaos. They both knew Charles would never accept you. Not really.

But maybe that didn’t matter.

At least you got full marks for enthusiasm.

“You...you know what you’ve gotten yourself into?” Charles asked again.

“Yeah,” you said cheerfully. “A lifetime of love… with death and suffering always knocking at the door. Good times.”

Okay, so you weren’t completely delusional. But at least you were honest.

Charles opened his mouth to say more but James had had enough. He took your hand, firm and sure. “That’s it. Is this some kind of investigation or something? Old man, this is reality now. Whether you like it or not.”

You both were just about to leave the room when—

“Elite, don’t get so worked up,” Tom interrupted. “I don’t think it’s what you’re thinking.”

“What do you think Dad’s thinking, Uncle?” Crystal asked, annoyed.

“Oh no, James’s wife is a real one,” Tom said, stretching. “She’s not here for the money or the fame. She’s ride-or-die. I think they’re a good match.”

“And why do you think that?” Charles asked flatly.

Tom grinned.

“It’s because of the one thing that makes a man a man. And this lady? She’s here for exactly that.”

Everyone blinked. Confused.

What…?

You stared at him in growing horror.

Tom continued, smug as ever.

“She’s here for the prize. The prize being James’s... dangler. I know that boy’s a tripod. He’s big. Heavy—”

That was the breaking point.

Animal instinct versus Inivisble Attack

First Gen legend versus the pre-gen beggar.

You were beyond embarrassed, you wanted to evaporate. And Charles didn’t even bother intervening this time. He just let the madness unfold.

Crystal, now standing beside you, quietly handed you a can of Coke.

You opened it. Took a long, deep sip.

Yeah.

Welcome to the Choi family.