#jinrang

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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.

You leaned against the doorframe, smiling.

“She learned from the best.”

summary: jinrang, the formidable wolf king of busan in his 30s. who craves the touch of his younger chinese girlfriend- a bright early-20s criminology college student-finally snaps after two weeks apart during her extended internship in his city.

warnings/tags: 18+ nsfw mdni, age gap- the fem! reader is 23 and jinrang is 32. possessive behavior, rough intimacy, marking kink (bites, scratches, hickeys), age gap dynamics, jealousy, size difference, prank reveal, protective jinrang, aftercare & cuddling, mentions of crime and past violence.

the airport in seoul felt colder than usual that morning.

not the sharp winter kind of cold, but the hollow, fluorescent chill of a place meant for departures. voices echoed across the polished floor, luggage wheels rasped softly, and overhead announcements hummed through the vast terminal like distant thunder.

jinrang stood among it all like something carved out of shadow.

to most of the world he was lang jin, though hardly anyone alive still dared use the name. a black tailored coat hung perfectly over his broad shoulders, the fabric stretched subtly across a body built by years of violence and survival. his hands were buried deep in his pockets, but the heavy rings on his fingers still caught the sterile airport lights whenever he shifted- cold silver spelling out “busan” and “purgatory.”

he looked older than his years. prison had a way of doing that to a man. the years had hollowed the space beneath his eyes and carved faint lines beside his mouth. a scale-like scar rested beneath his left eye—faded but unmistakable, like a dragon’s mark pressed into skin. his hair fell messy and dark around his temples, and the faint shadow of a goatee framed a mouth that rarely smiled.

tall. broad. built like someone who had survived too many fights to count. king of busan. and completely, irreversibly ruined for you.

you stood in front of him with your suitcase handle in one hand and your boarding pass in the other, looking impossibly smaller next to his towering frame. your backpack hung off one shoulder, stuffed with notebooks and criminology textbooks that peeked out like quiet witnesses to the absurdity of your life.

you studied criminals. you analyzed organized crime structures, power hierarchies, territorial violence. and somehow you had ended up dating one. the irony had never been lost on either of you.

you were chinese-born, raised in pieces across different countries, languages clinging to you like souvenirs. korean, unfortunately, was not one of them. so english had become the fragile bridge between your worlds. his english wasn’t perfect.

the busan accent always curled around his words, rough and deep, but he knew the phrases that mattered. mine. stay. come here. i love you. right now, though, he wasn’t saying any of them.

his dark eyes were fixed on you in that quiet, dangerous way he had when he was thinking too much. “two weeks,” he finally said.

his voice was soft, steady. but his hand came up to cup your face, thumb brushing slowly across your lower lip as if committing it to memory.

“two weeks,” he repeated. “then you come back. no extensions.” you smiled despite the warning tone.

“it’s just an internship trip,” you said lightly. “i’ll be in busan, not the moon.” his jaw flexed. busan wasn’t just a city to him.

it was blood, territory, ghosts of fights won and enemies buried. every street there carried some memory of violence he had carved out with his own hands. the thought of you walking through it without him nearby made something feral twist inside his chest.

but he said nothing. instead he leaned down and kissed you. not rushed. not careless.

a slow, claiming kiss that felt like smoke and promises and something dangerously close to restraint snapping. his hand slid to the back of your neck, holding you there just long enough that the world around you faded into the hum of airport noise.

then he pulled back. “call me when you land,” he murmured.

you rolled your eyes a little, laughing under your breath. “yes, sir. king of busan.” he didn’t laugh. he just watched you walk away.

watched you disappear through security with your suitcase rattling softly across the floor. and when you were finally gone from sight, jinrang turned away like it didn’t gut him open.

that was two weeks ago. now you were in busan.

your university had booked a modest hotel near the coast- nothing luxurious, just comfortable enough for students on internship rotations. the room smelled faintly of sea salt drifting in from the nearby shore, and the distant roar of traffic mixed with the muffled crash of waves from haeundae beach somewhere beyond the city lights. your roommates had gone out hours ago.

two girls from your program who had decided that busan nightlife was more exciting than another night of academic reports.

you had stayed behind. laptop open. criminology notes scattered across the bed. a half-written report about organized crime networks blinking accusingly on your screen.

the irony made you snort quietly. somewhere in busan there were gang leaders operating entire criminal empires. and one of them was your boyfriend. your phone buzzed suddenly against the bedside table. you glanced over. your heart skipped.

jinrang. you answered immediately.

“jinrang?” there was a brief crackle of silence on the line. then his voice.

“angel.” just that one word, and something warm twisted in your chest.

but there was also an edge in his tone- tight, restrained, like he’d been holding himself together for days.

“there’s something outside your room,” he said. you sat up slowly.

“…what?”

“a parcel,” he replied. “delivery guy screwed up. left it at the desk when it was supposed to reach someone else.”

you frowned. “and this is my problem because…?” a quiet exhale came through the phone.

“i need you to take it to someone,” he said. “room number will be on the box.”

you glanced at the clock. 10:47 pm. “…jinrang.” he was silent.

“you’re asking me,” you said slowly, “to deliver a mystery package… at nearly eleven at night… in a city where i barely speak the language.”

another pause. then softer- “i know.” that caught you off guard. jinrang almost never sounded apologetic.

“i wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important,” he continued. “just knock. hand it over. come back.” you hesitated. something about the situation felt strange. but there was also something else in his voice tonight. a tension you couldn’t quite name.

“…fine,” you sighed eventually. “but if this turns into a horror movie scenario, i’m blaming you.” a faint huff of amusement came through the line.

“noted.” then, quieter- “love you.” the call ended.

the parcel really was outside your door. a plain brown box sitting innocently against the carpet. a sticky note stuck on top. room 1408. end of the hall. you frowned. still weird.

but curiosity and loyalty won out. so you picked it up and walked down the corridor. the hotel hallway was quiet, the lights dimmed for the night. your footsteps were the only sound against the carpet as you reached the last door at the end of the hall.

room 1408. you knocked. the door opened almost instantly. a tall man stood there, dressed in black, hood pulled low over his face. he said something in korean. you blinked awkwardly. “sorry,” you said quickly. “i don’t speak korean. i’m just delivering-

your words stopped. because the man tilted his head slightly. studying you. slowly. and then he switched to english. his voice was deep. amused.

“pretty girl delivering packages alone this late?” he said. “dangerous habit.” a shiver ran down your spine.

something about his voice felt… familiar. you stepped back instinctively.

“just take the box,” you said quickly. but before you could turn away- a hand caught your wrist. firm. warm. and in one smooth movement you were pulled inside the room. the door shut behind you.

your heart slammed against your ribs. you swung instinctively- your fist aimed straight at his face. he caught it easily. and then he leaned close to your ear. “easy,” he murmured. your entire body froze. because you knew that voice. slowly- the man pulled down his mask. scar under his left eye. dark, sunken gaze. a mouth that curved into the faintest smirk. jinrang. you stared. then your brain caught up.

“you—” your hands shoved hard against his chest.

“you asshole.” you shoved his chest-solid as stone. “i thought i was getting kidnapped!”

he let you hit him, expression guilty and with a smile. “missed you. two weeks… killing me. phone wasn’t enough.”

“you’re insane.” but you were already melting, hands fisting his shirt, breathing him in-smoke, cologne, home.

“insane for you.” he backed you to the bed. “always have been.”

clothes tore off. his chest and back already marked from last night-your bites fresh over old scars. he lifted you, laid you down, covered you.

“text your roommates first,”

you gasped. “told them i’d be quick.” he growled but waited-impatient wolf. you typed fast: met a friend. staying out. don’t wait. phone down. he pounced.

flipped you stomach-down, hips up, sank in deep with one thrust. you cried out into the pillow. he fucked hard- possessive, making up for lost time. hand in your hair, other on your hip.

“missed this,” he rasped in english. “missed you. my little criminology girl… taking the wolf king’s cock like she owns it.”you clenched. came hard. he followed, filling you, grinding deep.

the next morning:

tangled naked. his torso a canvas of your lovebites. you traced them. “mauled by your angel?”

he smirked. “worth every mark.” bell rang. room service.

he yanked the blanket over your chest, blocked the door. female server gawked at him—shirtless, tattooed, hot as sin.

“good morning, sir—”

“table. thanks.” flat. no interest. she lingered, flirty. he shut it down. door shut. blanket slipped- your breasts exposed. he panicked, covered you fast, pulled you close.

“no one sees you but me.” lunch bell later: male server. safe. trays down. he left.

you were already in the shower. “join if you want… bring a towel, old man.” he was there in seconds. pinned you to tile, hand over your mouth to muffle moans-server fresh in mind. slow, deep thrusts. fingers on your clit. you bit his palm, came trembling. he spilled inside, kissing you messy under the water.

after:

he dried you off, carried you to the bed. arms locked around you.

“stay longer,” he murmured. “busan’s mine. safer with me. internship waits.” you hummed, fingers on his wolf tattoo. “no more fake deliveries?”

he chuckled. “deal. but i’ll still show up. can’t stay away.” and in his mind, the old conviction burned: protect what’s his. always.

no more dogs on leashes. no more losing family. you were his freedom now.

What If: You had a son with Gitae Kim

*This is a branch AU of My Baby Brother is the Strongest Character. These fics will not make sense if you aren't familiar with the main timeline.

Headcanons and Scenarios:

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Fanart (^///^):

Single mom!Reader and Baby 1

Single mom!Reader and Baby 2

Single mom!Reader and Baby 3

My "Art":

Uncle Gun accidentally teaches Baby to swear - Part 1, 2

Baby chewing his foot

Your son plays with Uncle Gun and Goo-hyung - Part 1, 2

The image used is a screencapture from Ep. 520 - Lookism, Webtoon.

Father's Day🫀

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Gitae Kim:

Jinrang:

Seongji Yuk:

Gun Park:

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Father's Day with Gitae Kim, his wife and daughter

The day began with the sun filtering through the curtain, partially illuminating the room. Gitae Kim was lying down, her hair still messy, but with that confident air even just woken up. He opened one eye slowly, strange the silence - normally his daughter would already be shouting "Daddy!" And jumping on the bed.

When he was about to get up, the door opened with a thud. His daughter, a little girl of about five years old, came in holding a handmade colorful card, while his wife appeared behind her with a breakfast tray.

- "Happy Father's Day, Daddy!" - shouted the little girl, climbing on the bed with such a radiant smile that even Gitae, the always serious man and full of pose, couldn't avoid a genuine smile.

He took the card and pretended to examine it as if it were a very expensive work of art.

- "Hmm... firm lines, interesting use of colors... clearly inherited my artistic talent," he said, inflating his chest, pulling a roll of his wife's eyes.

The tray was placed on his lap: toast, scrambled eggs and black coffee. The wife, even used to her husband's ego, smiled when she saw him experience and praise as if it were a five-star hotel banquet.

The daughter, excited, showed the gift she had prepared with her mother: a T-shirt with the phrase "Best Daddy in the World".

- "You're going to use it today!" - demanded the little one.

Gitae raised an eyebrow, looking at the piece as if it were a personal challenge.

- "Hmm... I don't usually wear something so... casual. But, since my princess asked..." He put on the T-shirt, making an exaggerated pose as if he were in a photo shoot. The girl laughed so much that she almost fell out of bed.

The rest of the day was a mixture of fun chaos and little moments of tenderness. They went for a walk in the park, where Gitae held his daughter's hand, but still found time to "compete" with other parents in children's games - bag race, tug-of-war... he took everything seriously, as if it were a world championship.

- "You didn't need to pull the tuge of war so much, love," commented the wife, laughing, as they returned home.

- "I just defended the honor of the family," he replied with a serious air, but with a slight smile on the corner of his lips.

At night, already at home, the daughter nestled on his lap on the couch. Gitae, who was usually proud of maintaining a cold and unbeatable image, caressed her hair with a calm and protective look.

- "You know, princess... being your father is my greatest victory."

The wife, hearing this, smiled softly. He could be competitive, proud and full of himself, but there, with them, he dropped all the armor.

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Father's Day with Jinrang, his wife and daughter

The morning sun shone brightly over Busan, illuminating the modest but cozy house where Jinrang lived with his wife and little daughter. The city was already waking up, but inside that home there was a rare peace, especially for someone like Jinrang, known in the streets as "The Wolf of Busan" - a hard, respected and feared man.

But there, in the heart of that home, he was just "Daddy".

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In the bedroom, the little girl woke up excited, holding a gift carefully wrapped with a colored paper. She ran to her parents' room, knocking on the door with a radiant smile.

- "Daddy! Happy Father's Day!" - she shouted, almost exploding with joy.

Jinrang, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, with the simple T-shirt and baggy pants, looked at her with a gentle smile, which she rarely showed outside the house.

- "Good morning, my little one. What is this?" - he asked, taking the gift carefully.

His wife came in, smiling affectionately, bringing a tray with tea and some fruits for breakfast. She had a sweet and at the same time firm look, the silent force that kept the family together.

- "You did that at school, didn't you?" - she asked, looking at her daughter.

- "Yes! I did it with grandma and aunt!" - replied the girl, jumping on her father's lap.

Jinrang opened the gift slowly: it was a handmade drawing, colored with crayons, showing a smiling family with him in the center, holding his daughter and hugging his wife. At the bottom, in crooked letters, was written: "Best Daddy in the World".

He faced that drawing with a mixture of surprise and tenderness that few had ever seen.

- "Do you really think I'm the best, huh?" - she murmured, with a hoarse voice, almost emotional.

The wife smiled and sat next to them, wrapping her husband and daughter in a tight hug.

- "You are, Jin. And they know it."

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Later, in the park, Jinrang was with his daughter and wife. While the little one ran to play, he watched attentively, always vigilant, the protective gaze never absent.

A group of children began to provoke his daughter, calling her "wolf's daughter" - an affectionate nickname he had given her because of her ferocity.

Before Jinrang could act, his wife held his arm gently.

- "Leave them. She's strong, just like her father."

Jinrang took a deep breath, controlling the beast that lived inside him. Then, he approached the children with a wide but firm smile.

- "If they hurt my daughter, they'll have to face me."

The children laughed, thinking it was a joke, and his daughter smiled, proud of her father.

At the end of the day, already at home, Jinrang sat on the couch with his daughter on his lap, telling a story of "wolves that protect his pack". The wife watched, enchanted by the scene - the man who dominated Busan there was just a loving father, a tireless protector.

- "Daddy, are you the strongest wolf in the world?" - asked the girl, looking into his eyes.

- "Yes, princess. And I'll protect you forever."

Jinrang smiled, shaking her small hand, feeling complete in that simple and perfect moment.

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Father's Day with Seongji Yuk, his wife and daughter

The sun was barely beginning to rise over the city, but inside Seongji Yuk's simple house there was a silent movement full of expectation. Today was Father's Day, and the little daughter was already awake, preparing a special surprise for her father.

She jumped from one side to the other, holding a box wrapped with colored ribbon and a card full of drawings - but, for her, the most important thing was the moment of being with her father.

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In the living room, Seongji was sitting on the couch, looking at the horizon through the window with a calm but attentive face. He had that calm and protective way, typical of those who have faced many challenges and know the value of each family moment.

The wife entered, holding a tray with tea and some bread, smiling softly.

- "He's still a little tired, but he'll really like what you prepared." - she said, looking at her daughter.

The girl ran to her father, holding the box carefully, her eyes shining.

- "Daddy! Happy Father's Day! I did it for you!"

Seongji turned around, took the box and smiled lightly, touched by simplicity and love.

- "You always know how to surprise, little one."

She climbed on his lap, and with her tiny hands took his hand, starting to tell:

- "I love your six fingers, you know? They are different and special, like you."

Seongji laughed softly, looking at his hand. It was true - he had an tore finger, a peculiarity that always marked him, but that his daughter had turned into a source of pride and affection.

- "Six fingers... is six times more strength to protect you." - he said with a rare and genuine smile.

The wife approached, resting her head on his shoulder, forming a circle of love and calm.

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During the day, they walked through the park. The daughter was excited, sometimes holding her father's hand, sometimes running to her mother, always cheerful and safe.

At one point, the girl stopped and, looking at his hand, repeated softly:

- "Six fingers, six hugs, six kisses... I love you so much, daddy."

Seongji took her in his lap and hugged her tightly, feeling the protection and love that only a true father can feel.

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At night, already at home, the daughter fell asleep on her father's lap while he read a story of samurais, heroes and courage - values that he wanted to pass on to her.

He looked at his wife, who was smiling tired but happy, and thought that, despite everything, there was his greatest triumph: his family.

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Father's Day with Gun Park, his wife and daughter

The sun began to set over the city, throwing a golden glow through the windows of the house where Gun Park lived with his wife and little daughter. After an intense day, he finally had a moment of peace with his family, which rarely happened given his life full of battles and responsibilities.

In the living room, Gun's daughter, with her curious eyes and bright smile, waited anxiously to give her father a gift. She carefully held a colorful envelope she prepared at school, full of drawings and simple words: "Happy Father's Day, Daddy Warrior! I love you!".

- "Daddy, I did this for you!" - she said, running into her father's arms as soon as he entered the room.

Gun, with his normally serious face, sketched a rare smile. He bent down to hug his daughter, feeling his heart tighten with that pure demonstration of love.

- "You're my strength, little one." - he replied, with a firm voice, but full of affection.

The wife watched, with a quiet smile, feeling the warmth of that scene. She knew how much Gun dedicated himself to the family despite the external hardness.

Later, at dinner, the little girl asked with bright eyes:

- "Daddy, why do you always look so strong and angry?"

Gun looked at her, took her little hand and squeezed it gently.

- "Because I need to protect you and mom. You are my world."

The daughter then let out a sweet laugh and said:

- "I love you, dad. Even when you look like a monster, I know you're my hero."

Gun felt touched. Behind the ruthless warrior, there was a man who only wanted the best for his family.

When night came, while his daughter was sleeping on his lap, Gun looked at his wife and said with a light sigh:

- "It's worth it. Everything is worth it for them."

And at that moment, the "White Demon" was no longer just a feared fighter - he was a loving father, a dedicated husband and a complete man.

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Gitae Kim — The Unwavering Protector

In every gesture, the eternal conviction, Arms of steel, soul of fire and calm, In the home, the strength that life governs, In the embrace, the safe haven of the soul. Father’s Day, the honor that governs, In love, the most beautiful story that packs.

Jinrang — The Protective Wolf

At the serene dawn of Busan, A wolf watches over his pack, Firm arms, guardian heart, In the hug, the force that does not fail. His fingers tell battle stories, But it is in the sweet touch of the daughter that shines.

Seongji Yuk — The Silent Warrior

Six strong fingers, six times the love, In the calm of the father, the storm calms, In the silence of the gaze, the promise in bloom, Iron protection, the pulse of the soul. Small voice sings: “I love you, my lord”, And the warrior smiles, pure and without fear.

Gun Park — The White Demon, the Father

Between shadows and lights, a giant bends, A fierce heart that only tenderness knows, On the day when the world bends to the father, The monster surrenders to the love that warms. In the arms of the daughter, the fury bends, And the peace of the family, forever remains.

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Alright this is what everyone voted for! Baek sang will be next 🦈

W A R N I N G S • NSFW • SFW • Manipulation • Jinrang Gang • Soft Jinrang • Possessive • And more!

• Jinrang is very welled mannered but swears like a sailer

• Jinrang is a very quiet man because he doesn't see the use of talking so much. Of course that doesn't go for you, you have a reasoning! Keep him intertaned.

• Your friends/family were shocked to meet Jinrang. He's literally a fucking tank. Your family has wanted to meet the man that buys you diamonds like they are just an every other day gift, but Lord.

• Your friends/family probably didn't know how to act, with jinrang being so quiet but his presence having so much power and authority.

• Jinrang, on the other hand, wasn't fazed at all. He was his normal chill, calm, laid-back self.

• Imagine your friends/family shocked when they learned of who he is. King of Busan.

• Jinrang wouldn't really have a 'type' mainly because he doesn't like labels.

• When you're in a relationship with Jinrang, then it has to be official; like I said, man doesn't like labels. But! Whenever he says you're his, it's not a label, it's simply a fact.

• When you first move in together, he makes it clear that rent, bills and food are all on him and that's final.

• Jinrang would differently be the type who doesn't care if you work or not but makes it known that your paycheck goes to you and you only. When you live together, he pays for everything.

• Jinrang is the type to let you decorate the house however you like, as long as it feels like home to you.

• He would 100% be a workaholic but always tried to make time for you as well.

• You're married to the king of Busan, the Jinrang gang are your besties. Baek sang and you fight for the attention of jinrang a lot even though he is YOUR husband.

• Jinrang is the type to just stare you down when a fight occurs between you two and than just walk away. He's not being rude, he just thinks you need space!

• Jinrang rarely ever wears ties because they make him feel suffocated. But will wear one if you beg enough.

• Jinrang will comfort you when your upset by simply sitting there quietly and listening to you. If your to the point of snacking and hyper ventilating than he'll sit you on his lap and just hold you.

• when you're on your period and are having bad cramps, he'll try and help by offering sex, he had red something about sex being the most accurate thing when it came to getting rid of cramps, if you refuse than he'll by you lots of medicine and chocolate.

• Jinrang is a very overprotective person when it comes to his crew and family. You being his wife, that especially extends to you; he won't let you leave the house by yourself after 8:00; when he leaves for business, and you can't come, there will always be someone from the Jinrang gang there to check up on you.

• he enjoys it when you and his pack get along. It's like a sigh of relief when he sees how well you fit in. His crew is his pack, his family so yes, they do mean a lot to him.

• Jinrang gets jealous. It's not that he doesn't trust you, it's that he doesn't trust the world.

• While he had never not wanted kids, he also has never seen himself having kids. Due to his past and all his trauma he more than likely say yes to have kids like it's nothing but inside he is freaking out, wondering how to be the best father he could be.

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• Jinrang is very gentail in bed. Well...as gentail as he can be, being built like a tank and having the cock size of nearly your forearm.

• Jinrang tries his best not to get needy or too hard, he knows that the after math of him filling up your insides are are painful to say the least, not to mention you can't walk for literal days. And even than a limp is clear as day.

• Jinrang is always at least half hard, you found it's just his nature. Plus, it's not his fault; look at you.

• Jinrang isn't one to use dildos or anything of the sort. Won't need a machine when he has a monster in his pants. (Sorry not sorry 😎)

• While Jinrang doesn't like getting anything other than you and him involved in bed, he doesn't mind when you wear lingerie. He finds it sexy.

• He enjoys moments when during sex, your so cock drunk you can only say his name.

• He's found himself getting hard all over again after sex when he sees you gentaily rubbing your sore, swollen private parts.

• If you're on your period and having bad cramps, and you do say yes to sex, he'll be so gentle and soft. Use your period blood as lube for when he enters.

• He very much loves when he can just eat you out. You on your back, legs up and around his shoulders, as his head is in between your legs, licking, biting, sucking your needy and wet folds. Gentail kisses around your entrance and on it.

• Jinrang LOVES your boobs. They're like big soft pillows. He enjoys sucking and biting your poor nipples. Leaving dark hickeys and bit marks along your them.

• Jinrang hates being interrupted during sex. One time, your friend called while he was balls deep inside of you; he proceeded to answer the call, then started pounding into you while holding the phone in his hand near you, making you scream and cry his name over and over until you orgasmed on call. Your friend was very traumatized, to say the least.

• Jinrang would be the type to manipulate his spouse into doing what he wants. You don't want sex? He's been away for so long, all he asks is for a bit of love but in a more nonchalant type of way.

• Jinrang is just as possive as he is protective. Your his to protect, provide and care for in any means necessary. So in bed he makes sure your needs and wants are always met no matter how needy he may be.

• The aftercare is very good. Cuddles, bath, more cuddles. He is very sweet and makes sure you have everything you want. He'll bring you snacks and rub your sore legs.

• he'll literally do anything for you. It doesn't matter if he is tired or anything; your wish is his command.

• overall, Jinrang and his past trauma would try very hard to take care of you, but also, sure, you didn't feel like you were on a leash. His crew/pack also approved of you which calmed his nerves a lot.

THIS IS SUGGESTIVE CONTENT!! AGELESS AND EMPTY BLOG DNI.

starring ; Baek Sang, Hwang Jungseok, Jinrang

Baek Sang can be very selfish person, and sometimes it may slipp in sexual life too. of course he care about you and your pleasure, but that doesn't mean he will forget about his own needs.

desc: James Lee wishes he could take Jinrang’s place

obsessive!(yandere) James Lee x reader, implied established Jinrang x reader

kinda second part