featuring: Gun Park, Gitae Kim, James Lee/Diego Kang, Jichang Kwak, Seongji Yuk, Kingmaker J
TW: sex work, rough sex, gagging and bondage, overstimulation, roleplay, use of sex toys, oral sex (male and female), voyeurism, group sex, dubcon, Reader gets called dirty names
You thought about rereading your contract to check if your company has a filtering process. Why? Because every single man you serviced was attractive. No, that's not enough to describe them.
They were panty-dropping, jaw-hits-the-floor, drop-dead gorgeous. If one were to see them walking on the street, one would think that these creatures are proof of a higher power.
There was this one handsome man with heartbreak in his snake-like eyes. Apparently, you reminded him of his ex-wife, and he asked you to call him "honey" while he made love to you. He never kissed you though. You hope he and his wife make up soon.
Another time, you met with a big-chested fellow with glasses and ink everywhere but on his face. He used to be a regular, but one night, he moaned "mommy" while you massaged his scalp—that was the last time you saw him.
Once, you were "invited" to a birthday party. You thought there was a mix-up and tried to explain that you weren't a stripper (you didn't like dancing), but the guests explained that you were the birthday boy's present. The birthday boy was a tall thing with polydactyly. Contrary to his intimidating appearance, he was shy and awkward. A virgin. He was so cute that you couldn't help but pamper him before you took his first time, even teaching him how to use those extra fingers.
You must admit, you prefer flings over repeat customers.
One of your regulars is a mob boss with an X-shaped scar across his face. Newbies aren't allowed to service him.
The reason is simple: Jonggun Park likes rough sex.
He also doesn't hold back.
Countless women have left his room covered in bruises, welts and scars. Some even received wounds on their faces. You're one of the rare few who volunteered to be with him. Unlike the other girls, you don't have friends or family to fuss over your injuries, and you weren't popular, so it's only logical to keep him entertained so the more in-demand workers can focus on other clients.
Your first time with Gun Park was an experience. You used to think that you weren't into rough sex, but maybe your previous partners weren't rough enough.
Gun gave you a safe word, but you never felt like using it.
You love having his tattooed arm hooked around your neck as he pounds you from behind. You can't get enough of his deep, rumbly voice calling you his cheap whore. You can't help but smile when he sneers down at you.
The morning after is always painful, but you find the ache delicious.
But Gun has changed. When he calls for you, he doesn't throw you to the couch or bed the moment you arrive. He invites you to eat with him and asks if the bruises he gave you last time still hurt.
You weren't one to say no to a free meal but it was disarming to have Gun Park treat you like a person. Even more disappointing is how he has been fucking you less and less. During your last visit, he ate you out until you came, and then he fell asleep without entering you.
Is he getting bored? You hope not.
You find Gun's violence titillating.
On the other hand, there is this other client, a giant named Gitae Kim. He was your introduction to orgies. Well, more like a harem. The man loves women so much he sleeps with them in groups. You were nervous at first, but the other girls—your "seniors" so to speak—were very nice. They even told you that a group arrangement with one man and multiple women is relatively easier and leagues safer than anything else.
But for some godforsaken reason, Gitae Kim singled you out. The man who was obsessed with harems began asking for you and you alone. Your co-workers were terrified on your behalf and begged the madam not to send you to him, but everyone knew that they can't say no to a mobster, let alone the boss of an entire syndicate.
But surprisingly enough, despite his history of group sex, Gitae Kim was… kinda vanilla. He liked to watch you suck him off and bounce on his dick, but that was it. However, as the other girls pointed out, you were the only one who could keep up with his stamina. Perhaps that's why he preferred having multiple partners.
You really do wish he would get bored of you already, because you've long gotten bored of him. More importantly, the oversized thug has begun sending you flowers. In your line of work, that kind of attention is dangerous. Instead of flattery, the bouquets of blood-red roses only served to freak you out.
Speaking of freak, your least favorite client was also your first one. A beautiful man known only to you as "DG." He has a face that could put movie stars to shame, and a body that would have Michelangelo's David shaking.
DG started gently. You thought for sure that he was going to be one of your more "normal" clients. It turned out to be the opposite.
Like Lucifer, he was deceptively sweet.
He's the biggest pervert you've been with.
One of his favorite activities is using you as white noise to help him focus—he would type on his computer as your muffled screams and sloppy sounds filled the air. Usually, he just plugged you with toys, your arms and legs tied together while you suffered through delirious agony. Sometimes, J would take over.
You prefer J over the toys.
He always shows up wearing a policeman's uniform (probably one of DG's sick fetishes, you told yourself). In contrast to DG who never stops smiling, J's face remains impassive. However, J is kinder.
You like how warm he is, how he asks "Are you okay?" as he fills you.
But you barely see him, especially now that DG has decided to start fucking you with his own cock.
So yeah, you meet lots of interesting, unfairly attractive men at your job. None of them are husband material though.
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- So he’s really shocked when you refuse his money
- At first he didn’t really care, if you wanted to use your own money it wasn’t any of his business
- But then it starts to irk his inferiority complex
- Did you think he can’t provide for you? Does he not have enough money? Do you have more money than him? So you think you’re better than him?
- Eventually, every time you refuse his money or pay for him he turns bitter and would throw backhanded “compliments” at you to make himself feel better
DG/JAMES LEE
- He would find it really refreshing
- As an idol, people were only around him because of his money and popularity
- But seeing you refuse to take his money makes him see you as genuine
- He still offers to pay but doesn’t insist if you say no
- He’ll still spoil you with gifts and flowers tho because he thinks there isn’t anything else he can offer to you
ZACK
- He also thinks he should always pay for his woman and would absolutely love to buy you food and gifts
- So when you refuse to let him pay he’s a bit hurt and paranoid thinking you don’t like him
- You explain to him how important your independency and values are to you and he understands and respects it
- But he won’t give up and will always try to pay for you
- Specially if it’s a date, he will try extra hard to not let you pay but still respect your boundaries
Series Title/AU: My Baby Brother is the Strongest Character
<<read the synopsis and content warnings first>>
featuring: James Lee/DG, Gitae Kim, Gun Park, Goo Kim
This is a direct continuation of Haunted
Trigger/Content Warnings: mild sexual themes, manipulative and obsessive men, yandere
“Good morning, nurse!”
“Mm…yeah, good morning, kids,” you mumbled, passing by the students on your way to the clinic.
“Are you all right?” Zoe asked.
You gave her and the gang a weak smile. “Uh-huh, I’m perfect. You guys should hurry, class is about to start.”
As you walked away, they turned to each other.
“Unnie looks exhausted.”
“Maybe she was out partying? It was her day off yesterday.”
“No, if you ask me, it’s likely man troubles.”
“How can you tell?”
“I’ve seen that look before! My sister found out that her boyfriend is cheating on her and she has the same ‘I hate everything’ expression every time I see her.”
“What kind of jerk would cheat on someone like unnie?!”
I can hear you brats, you know?
You sighed internally.
Upon reaching the clinic, you locked the door, plopped down on the cot and kicked off your shoes.
You woke up late so you didn’t have time to put on makeup, Gun was sulking the entire time he served breakfast, and you lost your school ID so you had to ask the guard for a visitor’s pass. It was one thing after another today. Actually, the bad luck started way before this morning.
Weekends were supposed to be stress-free.
You thought back to the events of yesterday—
DG pulled you into a lover’s embrace and said, “Let’s make it official now, noona.”
“Enough already. I’m tired of your jokes.” You tried to get away and like a fly struggling in the maw of a Venus flytrap, you only made it worse.
His arms squeezed the breath out of your lungs and DG put his chin on the top of your head. “If only I were born a little earlier,” he whispered.
He finally loosened his grip, but didn’t let go.
DG took a step back and met your gaze. “Noona has the morals of a normal person so I told myself I’ll be patient, but I’ve overestimated my patience… or perhaps I underestimated my greed.”
It was hard to look away from those silver eyes of his.
“I know that you met me when I was just a brat. Maybe I wouldn’t be so impatient if you still saw me as that thug who followed you around. But I’m not blind.”
He cupped one side of your face.
“I don’t know if you’re doing it on purpose or maybe you’re just dense…it’s pretty cruel of you to give me hope only to keep rejecting me.”
Now that pissed you off. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
He smiled. “We’re both adults, noona.”
He then whispered directly to your ear, “So how long will you deny us what we both want?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking abou—”
He was kissing you now. He tasted as sweet as mangoes.
But Diego kissing you was no more surprising than you kissing him back.
You almost lost yourself in his hold if not for the noise of incoming employees, causing you to panic and shove him off.
The staff passed by, greeting you both, but you stayed quiet. You kept your eyes on the floor.
Once they were gone, DG stared at you. “I’m sorry for kissing you so suddenly. This isn’t how I wanted it to happen, but am I wrong to think that you liked it too?”
“I…” You hung your head, too ashamed and confused to face him. “I can’t do this right now.”
“I understand.”
He let you go. “Please enjoy the rest of the morning. I’ll leave first. I assume your brother will pick you up?”
He shouldn’t have to leave. This was his free trip.
“Ja—Diego, wait.”
“Don’t worry about me.” He grabbed your hand and raised it to his lips. “I visit places like this all the time.”
You didn’t see Diego during the remaining hours at the spa.
No more than ten minutes in the sauna, you left, unable to relax as the heat only exacerbated your emotions.
There was no trace of DG when you returned to your suite.
You felt too guilty to relax so you packed up your things and while waiting for the elevator, you looked up any nearby convenience stores where you could wait for Gun.
Ding.
You stepped inside, focused on your phone.
“...seven-minute walk away…” you muttered.
“What is?”
“Oh, pardon me, I didn’t mean to—” you finally looked up and your mood soured “—talk aloud…”
Gitae Kim stood before you. Fully dressed this time. There were no traces of lipstick and perfume on him, which made you mildly happy for some reason. (You knew the reason, but you were too proud to admit it.)
“Leaving already?” he asked, glancing at your luggage.
“What gave me away?” The lame quip left your mouth before you could stop it, so you coughed and added, “I figured I should leave early to beat the afternoon traffic.”
“...”
“...”
You didn’t mind dead air, if anything, you preferred it over small talk, but you couldn’t stand the way he looked at you. It wasn’t a gross, shameless leering that many men would subject you to (though there was definitely a hint of lust in his eyes that he didn’t bother to hide)—he stared at you like he was trying to figure you out. Like he had a thousand questions at the back of his throat.
“...”
“...”
Gitae Kim: (⊙ _ ⊙ )
You: (ᴗ_ ᴗ )
Gitae Kim: (⊙ _ ⊙ )
You: (ᴗ_ ᴗ ᵕ)
You glared at the operating panel. Why’s this damn elevator taking so fricking long?
As if hearing you curse at it, the elevator jittered and shook you off balance.
Gitae caught you by the arms as the elevator stopped moving completely.
You glanced up at the ceiling or whatever its elevator equivalent is called; you kept your poker face but in your head you were raging at the heavens with one word: WHY?
“Hey.”
“Huh?” You remembered that you weren’t the only captive right now.
Gitae was still holding you.
You gave him a nod. “Thanks.”
“...”
You tried to get up to hit the emergency button, but his hands were immovable. “Is something wrong?” you asked.
“Why do you keep avoiding me?”
What do you think, you father-killing gangster?! Plus, who wants to eat breakfast time with a fling? “Avoiding is…” You paused and reconsidered your word choice. Gitae Kim (or any of the Kim men for that matter) was not known for his brains, but he wasn’t an idiot. You were both adults so there was no reason to skirt around the issue like a lovesick highschooler.
You explained: “I didn’t mean to offend you, but as I have said before, neither of us are looking for anything serious. I don’t see the point in making things awkward by forcing us to act friendly when we can just be strangers. Two passing ships in the night, as they say.”
“...”
He was surprisingly untalkative today.
Then he replied, “That still doesn’t explain why you’re avoiding me.”
You take it back. Gitae Kim is an idiot.
Keeping your calm, you continued, “I doubt you’re interested in a platonic relationship so there’s really no reason for us to spend time together.”
His hands move from your arms to your waist. “Maybe we don’t want a serious relationship, but why should that stop us from having fun?”
Ah, yes. Friends with benefits (minus the friendship). You’ve had similar arrangements in the past, with classmates and co-workers; it was safer than flings with complete strangers. Most of them worked out, a few ended disastrously. But that’s a story for another day.
You scanned Gitae’s form. Strong jaw, big nose. Wide shoulders, perfect for grabbing. A rock-hard torso that tapered down to a slender waist. Thick thighs that were begging to be straddled…
You shook your head. “Nope. Sorry. I think one night is enough for me.” You already rode this dragon and you reminded yourself that Gitae Kim looked more delicious than he tasted. Size wasn’t everything. Actually, it was difficult to have fun when he was so needlessly huge.
But… you stole a glimpse of the bulge straining under his jeans.
You gulped.
…with enough preparation and sufficient training, he would be perfect…
Calloused fingers snuck under your blouse, dancing over the clasp of your bra.
Gitae was smirking. “Your thoughts are written all over your face.”
His warm hands on your bare skin was the wake up call you needed.
You smacked his arms away. “Are you insane? You realize we’re in an elevator, don’t you? There’s a camera and—shit, I forgot to hit the button!”
“Don’t worry, I did it while you were ogling my thighs.”
“I wasn’t ogling you, asshole—!”
He cupped your face with one hand. God, he had large hands.
“W-what?”
He gave you a small smile. “You’re finally looking at me.”
“???”
“Who is James Lee to you?”
You thought for a moment before answering, “My fiancé.”
“...”
“If I tell you that, would you believe me?”
He looked at you and then he scoffed, “Ha. Not one bit.”
“Good, because he’s not. Anyway, our…I guess our ‘relationship’ is a long story, one that would bore you to tears so if you want to hear about it, go pester DG.” You glared at him even harder. “Now, would you kindly let me go? Your hand smells like potato chips.”
He freed you just as the elevator started up again.
You grabbed your mirror and a wet wipe from your purse.
Gitae Kim quietly watched you dab your face.
You stared at his reflection, and, after a few more seconds of silence, found yourself speaking again, “You really do look a lot like him.”
That stone face cracked at the mention of his father.
You looked over your shoulder and met his wide eyes. “Though you’re definitely taller.”
The elevator slowed and you faced forward again.
Gitae chuckled.
The door slid open.
You pulled on your luggage, but Gitae snatched it from you.
“What are you doing?”
“You’re going to the convenience store, right? I’ll walk you there. I need a smoke.”
It felt like he added the last part when he saw you about to say no. Maybe he did, but you didn’t care.
Against your better judgment, you thanked him.
After ten minutes of the manager bowing and apologizing for the incident with the elevator (it would have been much longer if not for Gitae making it clear that he wanted to leave), she let you and Gitae go with a complementary fruit basket and a buttload of gift cards for any beauty product associated with their spa.
When you arrived at the 7-Eleven, Gitae stayed seated with you inside.
“I thought you were gonna smoke.”
“I changed my mind.”
“Fine. Stay here and watch my stuff.”
You disappeared and then returned with two cups of coffee. “Here.”
“...”
“Do you want cream or sugar?”
“...it feels odd seeing you be nice to me for real.”
You guess your acting during breakfast wasn’t as stellar as you thought. “Shut up and drink.”
“Ah. Much better.”
The veins in your forehead throbbed.
Gitae watched you take a sip before he asked, “So, why sixty-eight pesos?”[1]
“You remember that, huh?”
“Kind of hard to forget. I figured a night with me should at least be ten million US dollars.”
“I’m almost jealous of your confidence.” It was almost as megalomaniac-sized as DG’s.
“Well?”
You took another sip and said, “I was one peso short.”
“Are...are you serious?”
You shook your head. “It was my rating for the night. Six point eight.”
“Out of ten?”
You didn’t answer.
He snorted. “You’re a funny girl.”
“I know.”
He started his coffee, which was sweeter than he usually took. But he saw your satisfied expression and kept drinking.
After a whole minute of undisturbed peace, he asked, in a hesitant tone that felt unbefitting of the Gitae Kim, “What was he like? I mean, with you?”
“He was annoying.”
“Pfft.”
“What?”
“Oh, nothing. I just…I didn’t expect someone like you to describe him like that.”
“Someone like what, exactly?”
He looked up in thought and then back at you. “Someone normal. Didn’t you say he was your benefactor?”
“Yeah. He forge—I mean, he helped me settle here, in South Korea. I didn’t know the language, I had no money, no connections. Gapryong Kim paid for my schooling and found me a home.”
“Doesn’t sound like a man you would call ‘annoying.’”
You shrugged. “It’s not like he did all those things out of the goodness of his heart. It was payment.”
“Payment?”
“I found one of his men on the streets. There was a gang fight and he was badly injured.”
“What, did you perform CPR on him or something?”
“...yeah, something like that.” It was an emergency thoracostomy.[2] The man had a collapsed lung. But a thoracostomy was an advanced medical procedure that you learned from your first life, one reserved for doctors and something a child had no business performing.
“Anyway,” you said, changing the subject, “when Gapryong-nim asked how he could repay me, I asked for his help. I told him he couldn’t put a price on a person’s life and a decade of raising me was nothing.”
Gitae let out a sound of amusement.
“I was busy studying so I rarely saw him, but when I did he kept feeding me and he always sent me new clothes.”
“...how is that annoying?” Your listener sounded almost jealous.
Well, it wasn’t like you didn’t understand. You must have seemed like a complete brat right now.
“It was annoying because it felt like he was trying to use me. Not in a gross way—” you reassured Gitae, who looked ready to punch the table “—he was a man desperately repenting.[5] Whenever he looked at me, I could tell that he didn’t see me, but someone else. It’s weird. I don’t know how else to put it. I guess it’s kinda confusing, huh?”
“A little.”
“Right?” You laughed. “He was annoying to be around, and he was a notorious womanizer despite being married. But…I didn’t dislike him. That’s why I wish I could’ve been by his side when he died.”
You raised the paper cup to your lips, pretending not to notice how his breath hitched. “Maybe I could’ve done something to save him.”
“No.”
You turned to Gitae. He was staring down his coffee.
“I don’t think you could have done anything,” he said.
You tried to lighten the mood so you rolled your eyes. “Gee, thanks.” You tried to sound insulted. “Did you forget that I saved your ass once?”
“I meant—”
The Imperial March blasted from your phone.
“What the hell is that?”
You checked the caller ID. “It’s my brother.” DG must have messed with your ringtone again.
“Hello?”
“Nee-san, I’m outside the store. Where are you?”
“I see your car. Hold on, I’ll be right out.” You hung up.
Gitae was already on his feet, holding your luggage and the basket. “I’ll walk you there.”
“You really don’t have to.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “You expect me to believe you can carry these things?”
He didn’t wait for your reply. He went straight outside.
You died before Lookism ended so you have no clue who would win between Gitae Kim and your brother. But you were sure that it wouldn’t be quick and bloodless.
“Wait!”
You chased after him, but it was too late.
Your brother stood a few feet from the entrance and Gitae already stepped out the door.
“Gun!” You stepped between them. “Why did you get out of the car?”
“I…was going to grab your luggage…” His black eyes fell on the bag—your bag, which Gitae was carrying.
These two battle freaks were sizing each other up.
“Aw, that’s sweet of you! We should probably go—”
“Gitae Kim,” Gun whispered, “why the hell are you with my sister?”
“Oh, Gun, don’t be rude, sweetie.” You hurried to his side and hooked your arm around his. He wouldn’t throw a punch while you were hugging him.
…right?
“Y-you wouldn’t believe what happened back in the resort. Gitae and I got stuck in an elevator. How hilarious is that?”
Gun’s muscles tightened and you coughed.
In retrospect, mentioning how you were alone with Gitae Kim wasn’t the brightest move.
“That is hilarious. Lol.” Goo appeared beside you, hands in his pockets and looking like he stumbled into a goldmine.
“Goo?”
“Sup, angel. Looks like you… ‘made a new friend,’ amirite, Gun?” He then cackled. There was no way they didn’t know Gitae’s reputation with women.
He was instigating your brother.
“Gun, I do have work tomorrow so can we—”
Gitae Kim, who was staying still this whole time, finally stepped forward.
Gun gently pushed you backward, preparing to fight.
But instead of throwing a punch, Gitae merely pushed the basket and bag towards him.
“You heard her, she has work tomorrow. Better get moving.”
Taking this chance, you grabbed the basket and shoved it into Goo’s arms, then you took your back and held Gun’s hand.
“Thank you, Mister Kim.” You did your best to sound as formal and distant as possible.
You then dragged your brother back to the car.
Once Gun settled in the driver’s seat, you could finally breathe.
Goo observed your reflection on the rearview mirror. “This has to be the first time I’ve seen anyone more stressed than ever after a free spa trip.”
“...just…” You closed your eyes. “Let’s just go home.”
—thankfully, neither Gun nor Goo asked you about DG or Gitae Kim.
You expected your brother to react childishly to the whole ordeal, so you didn’t mind his pouting. Frankly, you were grateful for any reaction that didn’t involve violence (living in this world has severely impacted your standards for how men should express themselves). However, Goo was strangely silent during the car ride and he didn’t stay the night like he usually did.
You rolled onto your belly, your cheek hitting the linen.
You really wished the weekend had a third day so you could decompress.
“...maybe I should call in sick today.”
“That’s an idea.”
“What the—!?”
Goo Kim was standing over the cot, beaming.
“Hope you don’t mind, I picked your lock.” He thumbed at the door. “That’s a lie. I just sliced that thing, you know, that metal thingy that keeps it locked.”[3]
“You’re paying for that.”
“Relax, just tell the principal that someone broke in—”
“You did”
“—since this place has insurance. But enough boring talk, let’s go play hooky.”
“Ta-da!” Goo removed your blindfold.
After some back and forth, you let yourself be dragged to Goo Kim’s “hideout.” It was what you expected Gun’s condo to look like: sleek lines, leather and wood furniture, the latest toys, loads of junk food and alcohol; the ultimate bachelor pad.
“Wow.”
“Is she gorgeous or is she gorgeous?”
“I’d whistle if I could.”
Goo boasted that it was exclusive to “his people,” which included you now, apparently.
You two started with a friendly game of scram.[4]
You won the first four rounds, though you had a feeling Goo kept losing on purpose. He slipped, tripped and missed way too many times for it to just be “bad luck.”
You didn’t mind; winning was winning, after all.
And it was…sweet.
You two agreed on a break and Goo ordered buffalo wings, nachos and iced tea.
“See, isn’t this better than rotting at home with that doberman breathing down your neck every two seconds?”
“Gun’s not that bad.” You offered him some wet wipes.
“You need to be firmer with that brother of yours. Don’t you feel bad for your future boyfriend slash husband? I’m pretty sure Gun’s going to live with you guys until the day he dies.”
“You’re exaggerating.”
“I’m really not.” Goo cleaned his hands, already feeling sorry for the future version of you.
He imagined what Gun’s face would look like when you announce that you were dating, and then what he would look like when you declare your engagement. For a split second, Goo snickered at the thought of your future husband peeing himself in front of Gun.
A normal guy should be the perfect match for you. You lived in the light while your brother, Goo and everyone else in their circle belonged in the shadows. But at the same time, Goo couldn’t help but think that an ordinary bastard had no right to stand beside you.
You were a civilian. You couldn’t fight. You were Gun Park’s Achilles heel.
But you were smart, funny and mature, and undeniably cute. You deserved a hella lot more than some Plain Jane salaryman, who would never appreciate you.
“Goo?” You were waving your hand in front of him. “Earth to Goo.”
“Huh?”
“You said you wanted to play a videogame after darts. I don’t like racing so can we do a fighting game?”
He stared at your face.
“Hello, space cadet?”
“Hm? Oh. Uh, yeah. Sure.”
“...is it really okay for me to be here?”
“I wouldn’t have brought you here if it wasn’t.”
“Cool.” You got up and walked over to his videogame collection. “Fascinating, so you have them separated by genre then arranged alphabetically…”
You were rambling—praising his organizing system.
For once, he was pleased to hear someone talk more than he was. You didn’t have a melodious or even notable voice; like many parts of you, your voice was adorably average, but Goo found himself loving every word that left your mouth.
You returned with Tekken 6.
Goo clapped. “Excellent choice.”
“An oldie but goodie.”
After three rounds, you sighed and paused the game. “Goo, you don’t have to let me win.”
“You don’t like winning?”
“It was fun the first few times but now it just feels insulting. I’m fine with you kicking my butt, I’m not a sore loser like my brother.”
He snorted. “He says the same thing about you whenever we play anything. Of course, I never let him win.” Gun sucked at fighting games, which was something Goo liked to remind him.
“I’m flattered,” you said flatly. “I’m changing my character.”
“Dibs on Lili.”
“You’re already Lili.”
“Well, dibs anyway. I don’t want us playing the same character.”
“Why not?”
“House rules.” One that he made up on the spot.
You laughed and he was happy with his decision.
“Okay, okay. I’ll get Jin.”
A karate practitioner. You originally chose Kazuya, Jin's father and another karate master. Did you choose these men because they reminded you of your brother? If so then…well, maybe Gun wasn’t the only strange one in this relationship.
But then, he remembered that Jin was an illegitimate child.
“Hey…” Goo drawled.
You hummed in reply, too focused on the screen.
“Uh…” For the first time in forever, Goo Kim wasn’t sure how to bring up a topic.
“What is it?”
“How do you know that guy?”
“A name would narrow it down, thanks.”
He coughed, “Gitae Kim.”
Your hands twitched but you kept playing. “He’s just some guy I know.”
“He seemed to like you enough. You guys friends?”
“We’re not that close.” You glanced at him from the corner of your eye. “But you seem to know him.”
“I guess you can say we work in the same field.”
He watched you closely and you seemed to accept his explanation.
“But,” he said, pausing the game, “you shouldn’t hang around him. That guy’s a loose cannon.”
“Worse than you?”
“No one’s worse than me.” He winked.
You laughed again, the sound tickling his chest.
“I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks.”
“No problem.”
You put a hand over his.
He looked up; your exhausted features have softened into a small, lovely smile.
“I mean it, Goo. Thank you.”
“...don’t mention it.”
You let go. “One more?”
“Yeah. Actually, wait.” He put down his controller. “Let me turn on the AC.”
He didn’t wait for you to respond as he shot up to his feet.
He clenched and unclenched his hand.
It was uncomfortably warm today.
Diego Kang’s personal assistant was getting worried.
Her boss had been locked in his study ever since he returned early from the spa. That was thirty-one hours ago.
Diego was the ideal employer. He paid more than the industry average, he had a strict policy on schedules so zero overtime, and he never raised his voice. Plus, DG always kept his composure. If there was a moment where he felt irritated, the world would have no way of knowing.
Unfortunately, DG was in a peculiar mood today.
He didn’t greet his driver or his PA, he refused to pick up his phone, and he hasn’t left his study in hours.
His assistant steeled herself and knocked on the door. “S-sir? I brought you something to eat. It’s grilled salmon. Y…your manager wanted me to t-t-tell you to stop ignoring his calls.”
No answer.
“Um, if you don’t like salmon, then a-at least have some water and I-I’ll get you something else.”
The PA let out a sigh of relief when she heard movement—his footsteps, followed by the door unlocking.
However, her smile froze when she saw the heavy circles around DG’s eyes.
“Thanks for bringing me dinner. Leave it anywhere.”
“It’s actually breakfast but you’re welcome! I will…!?”
She still hasn’t gotten used to the life of the ultra-rich. Even for a penthouse, the study was bigger than what she expected. But that wasn’t what caught her off guard—
Dozens of tiny velvet boxes littered the space.
Rings.
DG wore jewelry, so this shouldn’t be a baffling revelation, except these weren’t any old accessories. These were glittering, sparkling, bankruptcy-inducing engagement rings.
The PA recognized household names like Cartier and Tiffany, but there were also brands reserved only for the one percent like Boucheron and Harry Winston. There must have been at least three rings per brand. Any one of these rings cost more than what the PA could ever hope to save in a lifetime.
“Leave it anywhere,” DG repeated from his seat. He said it so casually, like there weren’t diamonds and sapphires on every surface of his office.
DG didn’t seem concerned that she might steal one of the rings (not that she would). He was bent over his desk, scribbling—no, drawing.
Thinking “what the hey,” his assistant brought the tray over to his side and she discretely (well, she tried) snuck a peek over his shoulder.
“Sir…”
“Thank you. You can take the rest of the night off.”
She was about to inform him that it was morning and the manager would be pissed, but DG’s tone left no room for protest, so the PA bowed and left.
As she got onto the elevator, she thought about DG’s waste bin. It overflowed with crumpled pieces of paper. She wondered if they contained the same thing he was furiously sketching on his desk: wedding bands.
Gitae Kim blew out a stream of smoke.
He hadn’t heard of Gun Park until today, and based on his instincts, he could tell that guy was strong. He wanted to fight him right then and there, but when he saw your face as you struggled to separate the two of them, Gitae let it go.
He glanced at the report his men sent him.
“She’s a yakuza princess but she hates violence, that’s gotta be troublesome.”
As he mumbled these words, your voice—a memory from years ago—echoed in his head: “She kept saying that she failed and blamed me for being born as a girl.”[6]
He sighed and put down the folder.
You weren’t a princess.
He recalled Gun Park’s tranquil fury, Goo Kim’s silent jealousy, and best of all, James Lee’s blatant possessiveness. Gitae grinned and raised his pipe, thinking of the day when he could steal away his Cinderella.
[1] See "Like Water for Chocolate"
TLDR: After their one-night stand together, Noona left 68 MXN on the nightstand.
[2] Thoracostomy: an invasive medical procedure wherein a tube is inserted in the patient's pleural space to drain fluid or air.
[3] He's referring to the latch bolt.
[4] Scram is a two-player dart game. During one round, one player is the "stopper" and the other is the "scorer." The goal for the latter is to score as many points as possible before the stopper claims all the numbers.
[5] For new/confused readers, in this series, Noona was originally reborn during the Pre-Generation Era. She died and was reborn again, but she doesn't remember her time with Gapryong Kim and the Yamazakis. Here is a brief summary of the timelines.
[6] See "If I Love You, Beware"
TLDR: During pillow talk, Noona told Gitae that her mother (in this world) killed herself because she wanted a son.
Lookism Boys & How They Flirt When They Actually Like You - Part 2
Summary: Disaster boy behavior but make it endearing, Part 2 Electric Boogaloo 🤪 Here’s Part 1
Author’s Notes: I already had a part 2 in mind so it’s nice that I got comments for more. After work yesterday night I immediately started on this part so I hope y’all enjoy. It’s still not NSFW
Word Count: 697
REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!
Eli
Flirting Style: Smooth, attentive, and giving
Gives you the quiet eye contact and sweet half-smile that melts panties
Lowkey flexes how good he is with kids (“Yenna made you a drawing… I helped her, but don’t tell her I said that”)
Will say “you’re beautiful” once, then act like it was nothing. But it wasn’t nothing because
His love language is offering you food and asking how your day was with full attention and active listening.
Protective but not overbearing. Will bodyblock a falling shelf and act like it’s just another Tuesday.
Bonus: If you touch his arm while laughing? Play with his hair? Be a good presence in Yenna’s life? Game over. He’s yours.
Gun
Flirting Style: Intense eye contact and threats that sound like proposals
“I don’t need a partner. I need someone who can keep up.” (Translation: I want you.)
Doesn’t smile, but you know when he’s into you because he starts looking at you like you’re prey, and HE IS STARVING.
Gifts you things that don’t feel romantic… until you realize no one else gets them. Like a new phone. Or a whole ass penthouse (to act grown in).
“You need discipline” - he’ll say after fixing your form at the gym, his hands lingering longer than necessary.
Bonus: He purposely loses at video games he’s previously beaten. Not because he can’t win, but because your grin when you win is more satisfying than victory.
Goo
Flirting Style: Chaos and catcalling, but make it charming
Will call you every nickname in the book. “Sugar tits,” “baby shark,”or “wifey” - he’s def testing which one makes you react.
Pulls pranks just to hear you laugh… or scream. Either works for him.
Gets jealous easily but pretends it’s a joke (“Oh, he looked at you? I’ll murder him, Y/N. kidding! Unless…”)
If he’s quiet for longer than 10 seconds around you, it means he’s either in love or planning something stupid. Or both.
Bonus: He’ll flirt with everyone to throw you off. But only you get the soft, sleepy Goo voice at 3AM.
James Lee / Diego Kang
Flirting Style: Elegant, detached… until you touch him.
Doesn’t flirt traditionally. He just shows up, stares at you from across the room, and somehow leaves you breathless. (Not too far from canon lol)
Compliments feel like confessions: “You’re a distraction. And I hate distractions. But I keep looking at you.”
Will not initiate physical touch, but if you do? He’s not letting go for anything.
Dangerously polite. Opens doors, holds your coat, corrects your form at the private gym he booked for just the two of you. You’ll think he’s just being nice until he says something like - “I dreamt about you...again”
Bonus: One kiss and he starts spiraling privately. He’ll still act cool. He’s not lol
Ryuhei Kuroda
Flirting Style: Bully-to-lover with unhinged fixation energy
Constantly bothers you. Flicks your hair. Steals your pen. Won’t stop poking your buttons.
“Dumbass. You’re too cute when you’re mad.”
Treats you like a game until the moment someone else flirts with you, then it’s not a game anymore.
You get under his skin in ways he hates. And craves. He’d rather eat nails than admit he’s blushing.
Bonus: He’ll fake-disgusted moan if you touch him - “Ew, you’re touching me? Are we dating now or something?” (he hopes yes)
Hudson
Flirting Style: Gentle loyalty with hints of angst
He watches you with sharp eyes but speaks softly. He doesn’t talk much but when he does, it’s only to you. He also never brings up his street life because he thinks it’ll ruin how you see him (it won’t lol)
“Need anything?” - sounds sooo casual, but it means he’s already halfway to solving your problems before you finish answering.
The kind to memorize your favorite snacks, the exact way you like your tea, your allergies. Acts like it’s no big deal. (He gives your snack choices +100 points even if he doesn’t like them)
Protective as hell. If you so much as stub your toe, he’s ready to declare war on gravity.
Bonus: When he finally touches you, it’s hesitant and reverent—like you’re sacred. His ears might go red.
This was super fun to write! I wanted to add Sinu but I couldn’t think of what to say idk. Requests are open so have at it. BYE!!!
ft. Gun Park, Goo Kim, & Diego Kang x reader [separate]
details: NSFW content, sub characters, p in v (gun's part), bondage + cockwarming (goo's part), handjob + orgasm denial (DG's part)
A/N: BOO!!!! drops bomb and runs (literally just smthing i came up with like..what if u make that hunk go sub..esp the big 3 ++ goo is the subbiest out of the 3 tbh)
ᯓ★—GUN
Gun’s back is pressed against the headboard, his dark eyes fixed on you. He’s already stripped down, his body tense beneath you as you straddle his hips, feeling the warmth of his dick pressing against your inner thighs. His hands rest on your waist, fingers tightening instinctively as you start to move, slowly rolling your hips, teasing him with every shift of your body.
“Let me,” he growls softly, his grip tightening as if he’s about to flip you over, take control like he always does. But you shake your head, pressing your palms against his chest, holding him down with a firm but gentle pressure.
“Not tonight,” you say, your voice soft but insistent, feeling the steady thud of his heartbeat under your fingers. “Tonight, you don’t get to be in charge.”
His eyes narrow, a flicker of frustration flashing across his face, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t fight you—not yet. He’s too curious, too caught off guard by the way you’re looking at him, with a calm determination that he’s not used to. He doesn’t let go of your hips; his fingers dig into your skin, and you can feel the tension thrumming through him, the desire to flip the script, to take you down and make you beg for him.
“Just let me take care of you,” you murmur, leaning down to brush your lips over his, the kiss soft, lingering. You feel his body shudder beneath you, the barest hint of surrender, but he still watches you warily, as if he’s not sure he can trust himself to let go.
Slowly, you start to move, your hips moving against him, taking him inside you inch by inch. His breath hitches, and his sharp, predatory focus giving way to something softer. His hands twitch against your waist, but he stays where he is, allowing you to set the pace.
“Just relax, handsome," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath as you move, slow and unhurried, letting him feel every inch of the sweet walls of your pussy.
He makes a low, frustrated sound, his hands tightening again as if he’s about to take over, but you press him back down. Your fingers threading through his hair, tugging just enough to make him subtly gasp. “No,” you insist gently, but firmly. “You get to relax tonight. Relax.” You put emphasis on the last word.
He looks up at you, his breathing ragged, and you can see the war in his eyes—wanting to give in, but hating how exposed it makes him feel. But he doesn’t fight you, doesn’t try to take back control, and there’s something almost desperate in the way he watches you, as if he’s never felt this kind of weakness before. It's almost like he's turning into putty in your hands.
As you move, your pace quickening, you can feel the tension in him slowly unraveling. His fingers loosening their grip on your waist, his head falling back, exposing the column of his throat. God, the way your pussy just squeezed the life out of his cock felt good, he wouldn't admit it but letting you set the pace for once felt good.
You lean down, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw, his neck, savoring the rare moment of intimacy as his body begins to respond to yours, his hips lifting to meet your movements.
“You’re doing so well,” you whisper, your lips brushing against his ear, and he shudders, his eyes fluttering shut as if he can’t bear to look at you while he’s like this—laid bare, completely exposed. There’s a rawness in the way he grips your thighs, his fingers trembling just slightly as he gives himself over to the moment, letting you take him to the edge.
Every sound he makes—every low, breathy moan, every ragged gasp—feels like a victory, each one more desperate than the last as he lets go of the control he’s always held so tightly. His muscles are tense beneath you, his breath hot and uneven as he watches you through half-lidded eyes, his jaw clenched with the effort of keeping himself in check.
Your words are soft, soothing, and you can see the way they hit him, the way his breath catches as he looks up at you, his gaze suddenly raw and open in a way you’ve never seen before. His hands slide up to your back, holding you close, and you can feel the way he trembles—just a little, just enough to let you know that you’ve cracked that icy exterior.
His moans grow just a tad bit louder, his control slipping further with each roll of your hips, his breaths coming faster, rougher. You feel his hips move up into you to try and meet your hips, his eyes squeezing shut, his grip on you tightening as he lets you take him apart piece by piece until he’s gasping your name, lost in a pleasure he can’t control.
When he finally shudders and falls apart beneath you, his seed painting your insides white, there’s no pretense left—just raw, unguarded emotion, his eyes glazed and unfocused, his body spent.
You stay like that for a moment, catching your breath, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his chest beneath yours. He looks up at you, and for a second, you see the barest hint of a smile before he pulls you down into a fierce, hungry kiss, as if to reclaim some of the power he’d let slip away.
And maybe, just maybe, he’s okay with that.
ᯓ★—GOO
Goo should’ve known better. Maybe he wouldn’t have said yes if he’d realized things would end up here, or perhaps if he’d actually taken you seriously, the consequences wouldn’t have been so... brutal.
It started with a simple request—you wanted to switch things up in the bedroom. He laughed, entertained the thought, but never let you follow through, always brushing it off with a smirk and a smug, “Next time.” So, this time, you decided to make sure he’d regret that.
You pushed him down onto the bed, capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss, and before he knew it, he heard it—the click of handcuffs locking his wrists above his head. His eyes widened as you pulled back, a sly smile playing on your lips.
“Alright then,” he chuckled, half-disbelieving. A playful, cocky grin spreading across his face. “Let’s see what you got, boss.”
You straddled his hips with an intensity that made that cockiness of his falter. For just a second, you caught that slight drop in his expression. “Stay,” you ordered, voice firm, leaving no room for argument.
He chuckled again, but there was a faint trace of uncertainty there now, a sliver of something almost like nerves.
“Oh, I’m so scared,” he mocked, but it sounded hollow, his confidence starting to crack.
You leaned close, your breath warm against his ear. “I mean it, Goo. You move, and this stops. Understand?”
You felt his body tense beneath you, the slightest catch in his breathing. He laughed, but it was softer, less certain. “O–Okay, whatever you say, sugar,” he muttered, voice slipping as he started to take you just a little more seriously.
You rewarded him with a slow, deliberate grind against his cock, feeling it harden beneath you as his breath hitched, his fingers twitching above his head, clearly aching to grab you but unable to.
“You’re gonna listen, right?” you teased, voice low, testing just how far you could push him.
“Yes,” he replied, but it wasn’t steady, the usual cocky edge blunted, replaced with a hint of submission.
“Good,” you murmured. You could feel the tension in his arms as he strained against the cuffs, testing his restraints but holding back, for now.
He could feel his cock twitching to be inside of you, but he could do nothing but watch as you grinded on his length. That smirk of his was slipping fast, the usual swagger replaced with something far more vulnerable.
“Still think this is funny?” you asked, pressing your hands down on his chest, pinning him harder. His eyes widened, and you watched as a bead of sweat formed on his brow, his cock pressing harder against you as he looked up, flushed, defiant, but beginning to crack.
Oh, who was he kidding? You looked so fucking hot like this. His dick was only getting harder by the second.
“N–No,” he admitted, voice breathy. He licked his lips, gaze locked on yours, his arrogance unraveling with each passing second.
You leaned in, slowly grinding on him. Each touch, each kiss was a slow burn, drawing out every last bit of his restraint. He started off with cocky retorts, but the longer you teased, denying him even the slightest touch, the more his smug façade crumbled.
His breath came in sharp gasps, smirks turning into bitten-back moans when you finally sank down onto his cock—agonizingly slow at that—and when he tried to lift his head to capture your lips, you pulled back, keeping him right on the edge.
Goo couldn’t handle this. Just when he thought you’d finally give him some release, you went completely still on top of him. No, no, he’d hold out—you’d move sooner or later, right?
But you didn’t. And now he was starting to feel cornered, his body aching for you to move. The way your cunt would give his dick a squeeze every now and then, the stillness so torturous he thought he might lose it.
“Please,” he murmured, voice stripped of all bravado, replaced with genuine need. His hips bucked against yours, wrists pulling desperately at the cuffs, eyes wide and pleading.
“What was that?” you asked, pretending not to hear, dragging your nails lightly down his chest, a teasing glint in your eyes.
“P-Please,” he repeated, louder this time, voice breaking, his face flushed as he looked up, wild-eyed and almost desperate. “Fuck, I—need you—”
You smirked, leaning down until your lips brushed against his, voice dipping into a low, teasing whisper. “Oh, now you’re begging? I thought you were the one in control.”
He let out a broken groan, head falling back as he tugged at the cuffs, his usual arrogance shattered. “Please,” he said again, voice raw, the word slipping out like a whimper, leaving him exposed to you.
You couldn’t help but grin, a thrill running through you as you saw him so undone, so needy—all because of you.
“Well,” you murmured, finally granting him a slow movement of your hips. The friction drawing a deep, shuddering moan from him. “Maybe I’ll give you what you want...as long as you keep being a good boy for me. Can you do that for me?” you purr at a tone that's so sweet yet razzing.
“Yes, yes-” he gasped, trembling beneath you, wide, desperate eyes locked onto yours, no trace of his usual swagger left. “I’ll be good. I promise. Just—please, just fuckin’ move.”
“Are you telling me what to do?” You ask, lifting an eyebrow at him with a small pout. He immediately shakes his head, “N–No, sugar, ‘m sorry–I just-”
Oh this was just too amusing.
ᯓ★—DG
Diego Kang, the level headed man. The one man circle, the legend of the first generation…the titles he’s earned could go on and on. Always exuding that calm confidence, that unshakable aura. But tonight, that was exactly what you aimed to break.
After all, he was still a man, wasn't he?
Your little movie date night with him is long forgotten by you as you shift closer, slipping your hand under the blanket, trailing your fingers over his thigh. You catch the briefest flicker of his eyes down to you, a faint question there, but he says nothing. Unfazed, as always.
Yet you don’t stop. Your hand slides further, pressing just a little harder, and when your fingers graze his cock through his sweats, you feel him tense ever so slightly. He doesn’t say a word, but there’s a slight exhale, barely audible, as he shifts in his seat.
You pull it out, touch feather-light as you ran your hand over the length of his cock, only teasing at first. He didn’t flinch, only looked down at you with that calm, unreadable gaze of his, like he was trying to figure out what game you were playing.
“You’re not going to get to me,” he murmured, that calm, even tone never wavering.
You smirked, looking up at him. “Is that so?”
Leaning forward, you wrapped your fingers around his cock, giving it a slow, torturous stroke from base to tip. He let out a measured breath, eyes narrowing as he tried to keep his expression neutral.
“Mmhm,” he replied, but there was the faintest tremor in his voice, just barely enough to let you know you were getting to him, even if he wouldn’t admit it.
Slowly, you ran your thumb over his slit, feeling his body tense under your touch. His jaw clenched, but he kept his eyes locked on the screen, refusing to let you see him slip.
“Nothing to say, hm?” you teased, keeping your strokes excruciatingly slow, keeping him right on the edge, but never giving him enough to tip over. The way your hand feels around his dick has him wanting more. More than this.
He could just imagine your pretty little lips wrapped around his thick cock or maybe even better—him sinking every single inch of him into you. He bites his lip, hands flexing at his sides.
It makes him swallow hard, adam’s apple bobbing as he forces himself to stay in control. “You’ll have to do better than that,” he replied, his voice tight but still steady.
Your fingers moved faster, stroking him with a little more pressure, watching his resolve waver, bit by bit. His breath hitched, his eyelids fluttering just slightly as he fought to keep his composure.
“Oh? So you don’t mind if I just… keep you here like this?” you murmured, voice laced with a teasing sweetness as you slowed your strokes, edging him right up to that breaking point before pulling back again.
His lips parted, and for a split second, you saw it—the faintest flicker of frustration in his eyes, a crack in that calm exterior. He let out a shaky breath, biting down on the inside of his cheek, clearly still fighting to stay composed.
“That’s... fine,” he managed, but his voice was strained, his hands clenching into fists at his sides now.
With a smirk, you leaned in, pressing your lips against his neck, littering the space with slow kisses. “I don’t think you can handle it,” you whispered against his skin. “In fact, I think you’re going to beg.”
His body tensed, and his breathing quickened, but he still wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of breaking. “I won’t,” he replied, though his voice had grown softer, barely above a whisper.
You laughed softly, moving your hand with a firmer stroke, watching as his cool demeanor slowly melted away, replaced by the raw need he could no longer hide.
“Let’s see,” you challenged, stroking him just a little faster. His gaze shifts down to his dick, looking furious at the constant denial of release. He could feel the tension build in his body as he struggled to hold onto what was left of his control.
Finally, a low, ragged moan escaped him, and he gave in. Those eyes hazy with desire as he whispered, barely audible, “Please…”
“Didn't hear you,” you teased, slowing your movements to a crawl, dragging out each stroke until he let out another shuddering breath.
“Please,” he repeated, his voice softer, almost pleading. His eyes met yours, the last of his composure slipping away as he gave in
You leaned back, smiling victoriously as he looked at you, expression shattered and vulnerable. It was everything you wanted, and you hadn’t even pushed him all the way over the edge yet.
“See?” you whispered, your fingers ghosting over his cock again, driving him right back to the brink. “I told you you’d beg.”
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Can I get the first gen kings with a daughter that acts just like him? I wanna giggle because I know some will realize how they act when they see it happen with their own kid. Also, I asked for the silly headcanons and enjoyed them! Keep up the good work!
I'm glad that you liked them :) Hope you'll enjoy this too 😊
NOTE : Reader is mom, and the daughter is around 4-5.
Characters : James Lee , Kitae Kim , Jaegyeon Na, Jinrang , Taesoo Ma , Seongji Yuk.
JAMES LEE/DIEGO KANG
Your daughter had developed a strange little habit, plucking the eyes out of all her soft toys and proudly handing them to her dad, a bloody red lollipop dangling from her mouth. You hadn't noticed at first, and James didn’t think much of it.
But one night, you saw it happen. The way your little princess beamed with pride, offering him a pile of detached eyes and mangled limbs while sucking on that ominous lollipop, it made your soul leave your body.
"What the actual hell?" was all you could think.
You immediately told her to stop eating the lollipop and tucked her into bed. Afterward, you sat James down for a serious talk. You asked him if he even realized what was going on. He just waved it off with a casual, "She’s just a kid being a kid."
But you reminded him, this is exactly how he was when he was taking down the first gen.
That hit him.
And then he burst out laughing, like, full-body, can’t-breathe kind of laughter. “She’s already preparing to wipe out her generation,” he said between laughs.
You smacked his arm, horrified, but he caught your hand mid-air and gently caressed your face, grinning. “It’s in her blood,” he said.
You just glared at him while he kept laughing like it was the funniest thing he’d ever seen.
KITAE KIM
Any minor disagreement? Plastic knife, thrown.
Any slight inconvenience? Plastic knife—launched.
Didn’t like the food? Yep, you guessed it, knife airborne.
It was a funny (if slightly concerning) little habit until one day, she threw one right at her dad.
Kitae stood frozen, utterly aghast. Had his little flower just thrown something at him?
He knelt down, trying to stay calm, and asked her, “Why did you do that?”
She looked up with innocent eyes and said, “Because you do it too. And it helps you to move quickly. That’s why I’m doing it, too.”
The words sank like a stone.
He knew exactly what she meant by “move quickly.” And for the first time in his life, Kitae Kim felt true horror.
It wasn’t despair.
It wasn’t abandonment.
It was the creeping realization that if he didn’t watch himself, his own daughter might kill him one day, and worse, she'd be efficient about it.
JAEGYEON NA
Hot Wheels, Barbie edition. Not just a toy, but a prized, luxury grade collector’s item.
And Jaegyeon’s daughter knew it was worth like a CEO knew company shares.
So when complaints came pouring in, parents saying his sweet, gentle daughter destroyed other kids’ toys because they messed with her Hot Wheels collection—Jaegyeon didn’t flinch.
No shame. No apology.
Pride, in fact, spread across his face like sunlight.
Instead of reprimanding her, he scooped her into his arms, twirled her around, and said, “You did the right thing, baby.”
Then he turned to the other parents with that trademark smirk and said, “Maybe teach your kids not to mess with someone else’s things.”
Shock and mortification would be an understatement.
You stood there, completely bewildered, wondering what on earth you were supposed to do with these two.
JINRANG
You only found out when a relative came over one afternoon, and the first thing out of your daughter's mouth?
"Are you James Lee's dog?"
Apparently, it had become her favourite question.
You and Jinrang just laughed awkwardly, brushing it off with a quick, "Haha, she learned it from some cartoon..."
But your daughter wouldn’t drop it. She stood at the doorway, blocking the entrance until the poor relative answered the question.
"Are. You. James. Lee's. Dog. Or. Not?"
You shot Jinrang a dirty glare, silently telling him to stop acting so damn innocent.
Wasn't this your favourite line too, once upon a time?
Yeah. That's what you thought.
TAESOO MA
Even though DG had long since retired, James Lee was still out there, alive and chaotically well.
So, Taesoo made it a point to warn his daughter:
“Never trust guys with pink or red hair.”
That was the rule.
So when annual day came around and a boy with a pink wig approached her... she didn’t hesitate.
She punched him. Hard.
Declared with all her might,
“I’ve defeated James Lee! I fulfilled my father’s dream!”
(So sorry, Taesoo, but you’re never defeating James😭)
You were both called to the school. As the teacher recounted the event, you were mortified, offering sincere apologies.
Taesoo, on the other hand? A mix of pride and embarrassment.
Because... well, the boy really did look a little too much like James Lee.
Control yourself Taesoo💀
SEONGJI YUK
Your daughter was a shy little thing, sweet, soft-spoken, and struggling to make friends.
She told you about it, looking up with those worried eyes. So, you gave her the usual advice: “Be kind, be your best self, and maybe try talking to someone first.”
You also asked her class teacher to help her ease in.
Then one day, you noticed something odd.
The tanghulu in your house started vanishing.
And just as that mystery deepened, her teacher reached out saying how well your daughter was doing now, making friends, bonding with classmates.
It all clicked.
Food is also a language of love.
And she most certainly learned that from her dad.
Later that night, as Seongji read her bedtime story, you told him the whole thing. His cheeks turned a soft shade of pink.
G/N. All my faves: Goo, Gun, Sammy, Jakey, Vin, Ryuhei, DG. Something cute and fluffy for this terrible day. Masterlists
Goo - The best at spoiling you
It's no surprise that whatever his little cupcake wants, his little cupcake gets.
He loves spending money at the best of times anyway. Whether buying something as a status symbol or just as a treat, the fact that he gets to spoil you too is an extra bonus.
Yeah he's hoarding wealth like he's a goddamn dragon, but he knows he can't take it with him.
So one word from you, or even a longing look, then you will get whatever your heart desires.
It doesn't just stop at material goods. Clothing, bags, skincare, cars, even a goddamn house. But you want a holiday? Here's the most luxurious of everything, first class, private jet, a villa. He's taking care of it, don't worry.
Oh, there's also some food you like?
It's not that he has feeder tendencies. It's just that if you say you like a particular snack or drink, he'll bulk buy it for you until you're literally sick of it.
Goo can and will spoil you. It makes him happy that he can do this for you, yknow. Why not let him.
Gun - The best at looking after you
It feels almost a shame that Gun isn't a househusband, because this man can take care of you like no-one's business.
Actually no, that's not right. Anything at all to do with you is HIS business.
You didn't realise he could be so servile, that he would be so content to just provide for and give to you.
Even your most obnoxious requests he would take on the chin with an eye roll and a huff of annoyance at most before doing what you want.
And that's for things you've asked for.
It's the little gestures that has become a part of your routine which really shows how much he loves you. Preparing your toothbrush in the mornings and just before bed. A cup of coffee just how you like it. Making sure the car is warm for you. Cooking up extra food for you even when you say you don't want any.
It's what makes him the sweetest (even if he is a demon with everyone else).
Samuel - The best at cuddling
Yes, this man exudes sex. Have you even seen his chest trying to burst out of his clothes?
And yes, sometimes your thoughts just get away from you as you rake your eyes over him.
Then when he catches you checking him out and gives you a smirk that shows he knows exactly what you're thinking of, don't worry he'll be happy to give you a demonstration later-
(Lord please have mercy on your soul.)
But it's actually the aftercare, the sweet touches, that Samuel really excels at.
The way he holds you, like he can't believe you're around and he doesn't want to let go, is what really pulls on your heartstrings.
He holds you and it's like you can breathe again, and whatever stress from your day drifts away as you press your body against his.
He touches you casually and intentionally. Like he can't get enough and wants you around forever.
Jake - The best at making you blush
Jake can be absolutely dirty and filthy when he wants, casually resting his hand on your lower back and whispering obscene things he wants to do with you later.
Your face blooms as indecent and very vivid, and very very explicit, thoughts cross your mind.
But of course that would make you blush. It's no surprise. It's also not something that Jake does often.
What he does do often, and what makes you blush, is actually very innocent.
Those winks of his, directed just to you, accompanied with a cheeky grin is enough to make you smile back even during your gloomiest moments.
You feel yourself flush at that little bit of attention given to you.
During his busiest days, when Jake catches your eye, regardless of his company, you'll get at the very least a soft smile. An acknowledgement that you're his most precious thing. Something to show everyone just how much you mean to him.
Your cheeks burn and you want to giggle and kick your legs every time.
Vin - The best relationship aesthetics
This is the person you go to for the best aesthetics. Although best is subjective.
Vin, this surprisingly sappy fool, loves matching outfits. Matching accessories. Matching whatever as long as it screams to the world that you're his.
Not that he would outright admit that he likes those stupid couple's t-shirts either, but expect sulking when you tell him that it's cringe. And eventually you will give in and wear it, because honestly? It's a bit cringe and a lot cute.
But the thing that makes Vin's heart skip a beat the most is you in his clothes. His cap, his hoodies. Even wearing his sunglasses for fun. He calls you a dork but finds you adorable.
Though his absolute fave? You in his Cheonliang Jacket.
(Better still when you return it, and his clothes smell like you.)
Ryuhei - The best at making time for you
He has absolutely no respect for work, or really anything that could take up his time when he could be spending it with you instead
Pretty much the opposite of Jake Kim in this respect, Ryuhei only has one priority. You.
Unfortunately this means that you must be the sensible one between the two of you. Ryuhei occasionally missing work to lie in bed all day with you is one thing, but when he daydreams about doing it for the next month then you have to snap him out of it.
At least this also means he will also come running whenever you want him to. Any time of the night, he will travel across the world at your word. Don't test him because he will absolutely do it.
The only downside is that when you do say goodbye for whatever reason, he looks like a kicked puppy.
DG - The best at...
You've seen him going at that lollipop. Man knows how to work that tongue.
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I lowkey need your opinion in this my queen Kay
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Tw: Mentions of cheating, toxic relationships
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You’re not sure when it started. But each moment you spent with Gitae started feeling like an obligation. Especially now that he had suspected you with another man. It’s not like you were cheating on him like he was doing. And even if you did you wouldn’t have done it so openly. Besides why does he care? You spending time with James doesn’t mean anything at all! He always has it about Gitae anyways. So what is Gitae even suspecting? It’s honestly ridiculous. Even more when he refused to speak to you but did give you the heels. It was nice of him to do so. But really, you already had those. How? Well James gave them to you…no it doesn’t mean anything. Nothing at all. He probably took pity on you and that’s why he gave it to you. Yeah that sounds about right.
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‘James! I told you to be careful…’
Your hands clenched on his biceps. His lips against your neck. You’re not even sure how you got into this…situation. You were supposed to meet him to discuss something about Gitae. Not…whatever this is… James grunted. Shifting his position on top of you. His body making sure he reached the deepest he could. He wasn’t rough like Gitae. But you wouldn’t call it gentle either. It was…passionate. Like he actually wanted to do it. Not to show you how much stronger he was or to force you unto submission. Because he wanted to pleasure you and himself by extend.
‘Are you still holding on?
James’ voice sounded a little worn out. The sound of your heartbeat overpowering his voice. Together with your own heavy breathing, you almost hadn’t heard him. But you nodded anyways. How could you stop? You were far too deep in. And so was James, his breath becoming a bit ragged, but nothing you couldn’t handle. You’re not even sure how you ended up like this. James isn’t someone who would do this…yet he’s here with you. In a bed..with him on top..and it’s fucking amazing. Gitae never treated you like this. But James could. James gave you the things you didn’t even know you needed. It was like you were falling for something you could’ve never imagined. It’s like he was your true love…okay..perhaps that’s a bit too soon to say…but how could you not? James was addictive, a smart beautiful man that was arrogant but had everything to back it up. It’s only natural that you fall for someone like James…
‘You’re..unpredictable.’
‘Ofcourse. How else will i make you forget his name?’
James chuckled, it wasn’t a full blown laugh, but one of the times he actually showed outright how arrogant he can be. Normally you’d dislike it but…there’s something about him... It’s a wonder, really. Having James thrusting inside you while he’s still composed. He feels different…his thrusts feel different from Gitae’s. Gitae was always rough. Deliberately moving to make you submit to him. He never really cared to make you feel good unless being rough is what gets you going. It…got boring. It was so boring to be with gitae. It was always the same. There wasn’t anything aside from lust. But James.. with James it was..real. The way his cock caused friction inside you. The way he looks at you…it..made your breath quicken. His eyes were still sharp…but so gentle at the same time. Oh. It wouldn’t even surprise you if he sprouted a pair of wings from his back…how could a man this angelic…so addictive..so perfect…so..god like. Your hands glided along his back. His hips still meeting yours in an slow but deep pace. Calculated. But..it was to make you feel all of him. It was to drag out every moment of what he was making you feel. To make you lose your mind. To make you. Belong to him…And for just a split moment, you could’ve sworn you heard him grunt. Perhaps james wasn’t as unaffected as he pretended to be.
‘Looks like you’re the one who’s not holding on properly…ha..haha.’
James snorted, giving you a pretty deep thrust in return. He was still smirking, but his muscles seemed a bit tense. He was leaning forwards, his head close to yours.
‘..you talk to much..’
‘Do I really?…you’re the one panting now..’
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Gitae hadn’t changed. But, perhaps that wasn’t necessarily anymore. Perhaps you were the one who changed, you didn’t seem to be bothered by him at all. Still polite. Still obedient. But, your mind always seemed to be with something else…or perhaps. Someone else. Gitae noticed. He’s not stupid, but really, who was it? He couldn’t decide who it could be. A man who captured your heart? Correction: STOLE your heart. Stole it from HIM. Gitae doesn’t share. And he sure as hell won’t let anything near you, who belonged to him. It’s not that he cared about you. It’s that you belonged to him, like a puppet master collecting his dolls. Playing with them until they broke. But the puppet master was the only one to fix the broken doll…dolls are supposed to be treated with gentle care because they’re fragile. And, every puppet master has his favorite doll. Were you ever his favorite? Did he think of you when he was with another? Did he ever wonder about you? What you did? what you ate? What you like aside from him? Did he wonder what made you, you?..you’ll never know. An unanswered question, a question you should answer for yourself…but, how accurate would your answer be? Would it be out of your doubt. Or would it be out of the fact that somewhere, you had always hoped to get the answer you would hope for so badly. You don’t know. You’ll never know. And…perhaps that way okay. Perhaps it was okay that you weren’t Gitae’s favorite. Perhaps it was time to accept things for the way they are and focus on what did truly matter more to you: James.
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‘You’re like an angel fallen from the sky.’
‘Are you sure i’m not the devil in disguise?’
‘Perhaps. But i wouln’t call you that.’
‘How so?’
‘Even lucifer was once God’s favorite’
James gave you a rather blank stare. Your way of speaking confused him. Not that he didn’t get it. But it was like it has always been reserved into your head for a long time. Like you had been wanting to say these words to someone. But couldn’t. Not because YOU couldn’t. But because you simply didn’t have times like these with that person, that would’ve gotten these praises out of you. And James was right. You didn’t have moments like these with Gitae. Not anymore. Perhaps once? You don’t recall…raw pain is easier to tell than doubtful happiness.
James’ fingers gently tugged a strand of your hair, his face leaning closed to yours. But you were staring right ahead. You felt…sad. Perhaps not heartbroken but…mourning of a life you could’ve had. Should’ve had. But it all turned out to be a fantasy only you were living in.
‘Lucifer deceives.’
‘Says who?’
‘God’
‘Hell has always made others scared. Do you scare others?’
‘Sometimes.’
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Having Gitae threaten you with his axe hurt. Physically Ofcourse. But you’re not so sure how much it had hurt emotionally. He had always hurt you, unintentionally and intentionally. To make a statement or to make you listen. You had been molded into what he wanted you to be. Adjusted every little thing to his taste. So..if he loved you. Which you weren’t even sure he did, was it you? Or the version he had created that wore your skin? Did he even love the true you? Did he ever see the trough you?…thinking about those things…is a scary thing. Because you’re on your own. Because there isn’t an answer. Or is there? And are you just to afraid to accept it? Are you afraid to conclude that yes, he has never truly loved you? Because love. Doesn’t hurt. Not like this. Love shouldn’t hurt like this. Some may say it does. Some may say love does hurt like this. Especially with a man like Gitae. But then why was it zo easy for James to like you the way you were and not Gitae?…because Gitae isn’t James. And perhaps that was the biggest mistake you made.
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After James dropped you off on a neutral place. Far away from his home, but an end from yours too. You had made your way to your car. Is it suspicious? Perhaps. But, you only really cared much more about James privacy than your own. Stepping into your car, you were met with a cloud of smoke. Gitae. Shit. Perhaps things will happen sooner than you realized, but it’s fine. You’ll find your way out of this. Should you admit? Or play dumb? Pretend it was just business? But really, what business would you, ‘Gitae’s woman’, have with james?…
‘Good evening.’
‘How long?’
Alright. Straight to the point it is. Your eyes glanced in the rear view mirror. You could see axe in the backseat. Keep calm. Keep collected. Keep your composure. Nervousness can be used against you. You’re not the girl you were back then. Never again. Would you rather die with the courage you have now, or live like the pathetic person you used to be.
‘A few months.’
Your answer made Gitae chuckle. You didn’t look at him. Just kept your eyes straight ahead. His chuckle was empty. No amusement. Perhaps even a hint of betrayal? But. Why would he care if you did? He started it. Is it childish? Perhaps. But really? Would being the bigger person helped you? No. No it wouldn’t have. You didn’t care to be better than Gitae. Because being that isn’t difficult.
‘Does it hurt?’
Gitae’s chuckle died abruptly. His hand squeezing the car seat. His breath was sharp. And you could see it out of the corner of your eye. He was livid. His eyes were usually dead. Uninterested. The best you ever got out of him would be sadism or amusement. Not..whatever this is and whatever is happening with him. Should you even care? It’s over anyways. There is no salvaging something you can’t fix. Something that was always meant to fall apart. Something that was never even stable. And just like that, Gitae had struck his axe next to your head, the cushion cut and teared. Stuffing pooling out of it. Your adrenaline spiked..but..you’re not even sure if it’s from fear or from the anger you feel…
SMACK
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Gitae didn’t turn his head. And for once in your life you didn’t apologize to him either…silence. It wasn’t awkward. It was deafening. You swear you could hear your heart like it had fallen out your ass…but…this is your chance!
‘If that’s all i’m leaving.’
You quickly hurried out the car, dialing a number you had memorized over the amount of times you called these past few months.
