#Eugene Lookism

[4only1]

All I Want For Christmas Is You - Secret Santa Part 2 (4 Crews Edition)

Featuring: Jake Kim, Johan Seong, Samuel Seo, Eugene & Jerry Kwon Masterlist

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Jake Kim

Alone sat you and Jake, waiting for the kettle to boil. He had apologized multiple times for his gift, saying you deserved better, but that Big Deal didn't have the funding.

When he first handed you the package of ramen, he couldn't even look you in the eyes. He was embarrassed that it was all he could get. A silly package of spicy ramen. They ate ramen everyday. He wanted to give you something special, this wasn't it.

“I'm sorry I couldn't get you anything else, seriously.” He apologized once more.

To be honest however, this couldn't be a more perfect gift to you. It was just you and Jake, the rest of Big Deal was out, so it left the two of you to enjoy a moment of solitude.

“Damn it. Seriously, I'm sorr-”

“Don't apologize for this. I love it. I like being alone with you.”

You turn to look Jake directly in the eyes as you speak. Your face has a light blush over it. Jake looked taken aback for a moment before speaking again, flirting a bit.

“Is it too late to make this a date?”

----------------------- Johan Seong

Johan handed you a pair of sneakers about 3 sizes too big for you. They were clearly worn before and smelled like it too. You took the pair, holding them as far away from you as possible.

“Oh Johan…how…sweet” Is really all you can say.

It was sweet, if they weren't gonna fall off your feet if you tried to wear them. Looking at Johan however, he gave you puppy dog eyes, hoping you liked his gift.

Even with his limited finances, he found a way to gift you something.

“Johan, let's go get food, I'll pay”

You swore you saw his imaginary tail wagging back and forth.

----------------------- Samuel Seo

“Why the fuck would I get you anything? What have you done for me?”

Sameul spoke with a disgusted look on his face. Like, how dare you have the audacity to ask him if he got you for secret santa. Which he did!

“Well excuse me for asking if you did the task you were assigned.” You defended yourself.

You shook your head, at both the audacity of this man and how you shouldn't have expected anything less than this behaviour. 

“You should be getting me a gift for how much of your shit I have to put up with”

The audacity grew.

----------------------- Eugene

Eugene stood in front of you with his usual close eyed smile. His hands were folded behind his back, while Mandeok held out a pair of keys to you.

You simply stared back, unsure of what the keys were for. Like with everything Eugene did, this had to come with a twist.

“Please (Y/n), accept the keys”

Eugene spoke in his disturbingly calm voice. With hesitation you took the keys, and when you did, Eugene's smile grew. Creepy.

“I'm so glad you accepted, now the car is downstairs, please arrive soon, we must leave quickly.”

That caused you to pause. Did he give you keys, to a car, just for you to drive him around?

“What? I am your chauffeur or something?” You question, joking a bit.

“Thank you for picking up on that so soon. I was worried you wouldn't have figured it out so quickly.”

You were just joking.

----------------------- Jerry Kwon

In Jerry's mind, each note was played with perfection. The meaning of the song was perfectly conveyed, displaying the genuine appreciation he had for you. His eyes were closed, waiting with anticipation to open them at the end and see your shocked face.

You did have a shocked look on your face, but not in the same sense Jerry was thinking. As he played, you winced everytime he would miss a note, but that didn't stop you from appreciating the hard work he put into this song.

Brad and Jason stood by your side, trying to hold in their laughter. As the song came to a close Jerry took a moment before opening his eyes, staring at you, waiting for your reaction.

Jason and Brad were about to burst out into laughter, when a sharp kick to both their shins from you silenced them. You looked at them, conveying the message, don't you dare laugh!

Tears were in your eyes, and you wiped a stray one away. Pride filled you as you turned towards Jerry.

“That was the most beautiful song I've ever heard. You wrote that for me! You're so talented!”

Part 1, Part 3

Welcome to part 2 of the secret santa series! 2 more parts to go, so don't feel worried if your favourite isn't on here quite yet. This series is meant to be something silly, not to be taken seriously, so if they act out of character, oh well.

Easiest to write for: Jerry Kwon

Hardest to write for: Eugene

[shintaru]

lookism | Cuddling head canons pt.4

Pt.1, pt.2, pt.3

Her vocals… my body just levitated and my soul left earth DG

Likes when you play with his hair & hands

loves when you lay on him or sit on his lap but he won’t admit that

will only cuddle with you once he’s sure he can trust you

let’s sleep over so he can fall asleep holding you

Big spoon

Eugene

Likes to be in control

loves being a little mean when it comes to cuddling just to give in and cuddle with you afterwards

will give you no choice but to cuddle with him when he feels like it. You have no other options.

let’s you sit in his lap when he reads

Big spoon

Ryūhei/Nōmen

Likes being a tease

loves having his hands on or wrapped around you any chance he gets

will get handsy, tries slipping his hands under your shirt or skirt

let’s you wear his clothes even though he’d prefer you wearing nothing

Definitely big spoon

Magami kenta

Likes being the big spoon

loves when you lay on him

will lay on your stomach

let’s you hug him from behind

Will fall asleep with his head in your lap

Seonji Yuk

Likes laying his head on your lap

loves sharing sweets with you while snuggling up to each other, this man needs a lot of comfort 😭

will be an asshole sometimes without realizing but he feels bad about it later. Ex harshly rejects cuddles if he is in a bad mood, ignores you without realizing when he is stressed or stuck in his head

let’s you sleep in his clothes

Alternate spoon

Dedicated to @eugueen @koiiiiijiii

Me vibing to the song while writing 😭😭 I can’t play music and write I’ll either want to dance or I start daydreaming

[koiiiji]

afternoon naps interrupter

tw ; no, just reader referred to have long hair, and generally fluff and soft, can be both romantically or platonic!

author’s note ; inspired by “i wanna be yours” by arctic monkeys, not edited as usual😔🤌🏻

being on Eugene side as his top 5 fighters and informer was hard to say less, so you appreciate each moments of calm and silence. and aside from that, who in the hell gonna say no to afternoon nap after another exhausting meeting with someone who could bring you interesting and important information? exactly, definitely not you, so with a calm mind and soul you came to Workers affiliate, just to meet with Eugene and tell him everything you got for today. but you still had another hour until he came - brat was terribly meticulous and punctual - so nobody won’t be mad if you gonna spread yourself on one of his expensive sofas in his office right? you also thought so! just as you though that unite your hair won’t be problem for anyone, after all you just wanted to let your scalp rest and maybe add just a little more drama to your cinematic nap. but it was just your thoughts, someone else have different opinion on this ideas of yours~

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you never liked when any other soul on this planet touched your hair, or pulled you by it. so waking up to sensation that somebody’s fingers were picking through strands of your hair was worst scenario how you sweet afternoon dream was interrupted.

with a exhausting sigh, you slowly turned around on the leather sofa, and turned your head, preparing to burn the owner of the raking hands that dared to touch your hair, with your gaze. you have already mentally buried the poor guy when you met the eyes of two brown orbs, more like the eyes of an abandoned puppy. Yuseong was squatting in front of the sofa as if nothing had happened and awkwardly fingered your strands, trying to tie something like a braid. but so far it has turned out very badly. somehow it was really hard to be angry on Yuseong with this puppy eyes of his.

humming softly and murmuring some threatenings to Eugene (because how can you ever threaten Yuseong, this lost puppy?!) if he won’t be able to untie your hair back you gonna do something really stupid, you turned back to your position and closed your eyes, enjoying soft touches of his hands.

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it was super random, but i just had this image, exactly with Yuseong, when i heard this song!!😭😭 hope u liked it

xo - xo

[sscarletvenus]

GUN IN LOOKISM 506 ANALYSIS? WELL, SORT OF. mostly me yapping.

starting off with these Charles Choi lines said to Eugene...

during Kenta's backstory montage in the second affiliate, we see Gun as a child has already attained UI stage. physically, he has from the start (an interesting narrative choice i believe) been set apart as someone who has ascended mortal thresholds. no one in the story until now has his degree of UI proficiency, and the stage itself remained unseen or unheard of until Daniel reaches it.

in some ways, there is something eerily non-human about this particular manifestation of his strength. his existence is forever a pariah in the realm of humanity.

aside from the morphological louche qualities, Gun's ideals and thoughts have never aligned with the either the minds of his successor candidates or friends.

everyone in this story follows or strives to achieve certain purpose. revenge, romance, family, friends, self-preservation, money, power... all of which can ultimately be rounded off to humane desires and needs.

not Gun. Never. what he does have is, a morbid obsession with death, a frantic fascination to kill or be killed.

human nature is typically averse to the idea of death, which most perceive as an end. we know little about Gun's actual discernment of death. maybe it is linked to his yakuza upbringing, where death is matter of inches, everyday lived on knife's edge. to be subjected to a lifestyle of abject horror as a child irreversibly changes your psyche, after you have become so familiar with death, you associate some sentimentality with it. death is the only constant. so maybe, just maybe, he seeks it as comfort. as relief.

for him to kill is the greatest sincerity, and he displays this same sincerity to his master, i.e., Kenta's father. it's not cruel for him, battle is simply a means of honoring someone he respects. it's too terrifying to be comprehend by the mortal mind (Kenta cannot), but humans have never known the minds of gods or devils.

enacting violence is the most intimacy he can muster, as has been seen throughout the story. for all the atrocities he has inflicted upon the crewheads, he nurtures them because they show promise. he keeps them alive in hopes that someday they too can pay their respects to their master, kill him and reciprocate his outmost sincerity, show their devotion just like he has.

he is enraged and disappointed because they have another primary purpose that makes killing him secondary, he is infuriated because they fail to be sincere in annihilating him.

maybe this is why he's the way he is about UI Daniel, another inhumane creature of pure instinct who is not bound by man's fickleness towards death. hence the psychosexual infatuation.

"Let's kill each other," is what Gun says, upon meeting someone cursed by the same fate of never being human, such as himself.

Gun is insepreable from the idea of death in comic. perhaps i will make a more coherent and comprehensible post on the same some other day.

[kumimi3]

❪ LOOKISM BOYS<33 ❫ ❮ little sweetheart (child!reader) ⟡ ↳ platonic!Harem (workers version)

- Who knew a young child is involved in such a criminal association such as the workers? Who knew the young sweetheart has captured many of the workers hearts’ as well?

- Your presence was sudden, having been introduce by none other than Charles Choi, giving everyone a brief notice that you are welcomed by the elite CEO himself, that must mean something. You’re special.

- You play such big parts in the worker’s plans despite being young(around 13-14 yrs old), earning Eugene’s approval, praising you for your logical intelligence as he pats your head in soft caresses

- Yuseong, his younger twin, has taken a liking to you as well, offering to let you play with his toys whenever you visit the company--Which happens ever so often, but nobody complained, in fact, they preferred your presence over anything else

- It didn’t matter that you were childish, it was a part of growing after all, a reason why Eugene lets you run rampant inside his company like it’s a playground. Eugene creates rules for safety measure, but other then that, he gave you the privilege to do anything, even going as far as to enter the room when there’s a meeting.

- Samuel acts ever so stoic and dull on you, scolds and huffs at you like a tired father, yet he hopes you know that he only means well. He takes pleasure in being your bodyguard, pretending to act as if it’s nothing when he hears your arrival, yet he is always at the entrance, eager to meet your doe eyes as you open your arms to hug him, to which he complies

- He has taken you to rides before, often being assigned to take you to the private and luxurious school Charles Choi has transferred you in, but he didn’t mind it, even when he clicks his tongue in feigned annoyance, yet he still assists you, even going as far as to show off in his 100 million car. He has grown to like you alot, to the point he lets you play around in his cars

- “Oi! You scratched the new leather seats I got.” “I’m sorry Sir Samuel, I didn’t mean to!” “... It’s fine, just keep still next time, brat.” If it were someone else, they would’ve been 6 ft under.

- Neko gushed at your cuteness, ignorant of the fact that a young teen managed to enter the private area filled with blood and gore--She definitely hides you from the treacherous games, but yet she wanted you to stay.

Ryuhei Kuroda kept pinching your cheeks and teasing you for your height since the day you came, thinking of you as the child of him and Neko, such childish dreams, but he made it obvious all the time

“Yah, Neko~ Our baby Y/n is here!” “Want your papa to buy you a toy or something? Oh, right…. Yeah, I’m your papa!"

Now gun and goo, even with a child, they are still so careless

Goo screams your name from a mile away throughout the entire building, opening his arms wide as he runs towards you, holding you up in the air as he twirls the both of you around

Being given mission by Charles Choi, the infamous pair are always there by your side, protecting you from any harm as you complete your quests for the workers affiliates

Gun, as with his calm demeanor, it’s relaxing to be with him, receiving soft pats and short praises from him many times, not to mention his liking towards carrying you

Whenever you’re with him, he doesn’t waste no time to hold you with one arm and resumes to his schemes, he may be quiet but he’s really great with the littlest of details

You don’t like pickles on your burger? He’ll get rid of it before you can even see it. You gushed about a pair of toys 2 week ago? It’s inside your bedroom now. You only like a certain color in a pack of gummy bears? He’ll pick them himself so you wouldn’t have to &lt;3

Goo is vocal with his wants, always whining that you should call him “Big brother/Oppa” instead of ‘sir’! Spends millions on you, from the headband on your head, to the custom made designer shoes you wear for school.

He’s a maniac, he’s a psycho, but he just couldn’t help but feel at ease with you, for once he’s not meeting new members just as a nutcase like him, you were a breath of fresh air for him

They all protect your innocence from the illegal work they do, they’ll protect you from being ruined, not matter what, you’re their little baby after all &lt;3

Little do they know you’re just as deranged as them lol

[lookismfanfics]

𝐁𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐.

Notes: If ya’ll want part 3 it’ll probably include Goo, Vin, Daniel, Jihan, and whoever else you guys want. Just a heads up!

Warnings: Fluff, nudity (not explicit), wholesomeness, mild cursing, mentions of violence

Eugene • Gun • Zack • Johan • Jake • Lineman • Jason • Hudson

𝐄𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞

🝮 The candles, assortments of expensive shampoos, classic piano melodies playing from the speakers, and altogether romantic atmosphere weren’t out of the normal for Eugene.

🝮 Shower time was usually like this. He was busy, and needed to unwind… but in a timely manner.

🝮 The only thing different about the bathroom today was you.

🝮 You. Crouched by the tub, pouring globs of bubble-bath solution carelessly into the foamy water. Wrapped in his a luxurious robe.

🝮 Eugene takes off his quickly-steaming glasses, wiping them gingerly against his shirt.

🝮 “What’s all this about, (Y/N)?” He asks. No doubt he’s forming an answer of his own right now. You smile coyly.

🝮 He likes that smile on you. Your casual wit and intellect never fails to charm his cooly-intelligent and egotistical self.

🝮 “It’s your shower time. Says so on the calendar,” you state. “I told you sharing our Cloud wasn’t an invitation for you to spy on my personal schedule,” he counters.

🝮 He ends up cracking a smile anyway. The type of smile he reserves specifically for your enjoyment.

🝮 “Whatever. Get in.” You gesture towards the tub, unfazed as Eugene stares at you cooly. “Sorry. You want privacy undressing or something?”

🝮 His sharp “yes” falls on deaf ears. You both end up stifling giggles and sharing looks as he piles his clothes on the floor.

🝮 The soap suds in the tub are an off-white color. Eugene hates dyed bath bombs.

🝮 After he submerges himself in the water and has a book in his hand, you take to kissing his knuckles and smoothing out his hair.

🝮 Neither of you converse very much. He smirks whenever your eyes meet, though.

🝮 It’s elegant and intimate. That’s norm for being in a relationship with Eugene.

𝐆𝐮𝐧

🝮 It started off with a workout.

🝮 Gun, the ridiculous bast*rd, trying his hardest to overwork you till your bones break. For the sake of getting stronger.

🝮 And now that that’s over, it’s your turn.

🝮 Exasperated and breathless as you push on his bare chest, trying to force him through the doorway of the bathroom

🝮 “Just— get— in— Gun!” You huff, slapping your hand roughly against the side of his torso.

🝮 He’s such a pig sometimes.

🝮 On his own he walks backwards and sits down in the bathtub. Soapy water engulfs his frame. His normal nonchalance is wasted on you. All he ever seems to do is smirk when you’re around.

🝮 You mumble “jerk” and in response he tells you to “eat ass”

🝮 You hold his head underwater for that-

🝮 He chooses the soap. A musky, expensive brand. Something that smells like him.

🝮 While Gun scrolls boredly through his classical playlist you take off your clothes.

🝮 Hop right in beside him, let him spread his legs and lean against his back. He doesn’t mind. Actually, he prefers it that way.

🝮 “You did good today,” Gun remarks. He leans his head back against the wall. You hum in reply.

🝮 It’s not so much a bath as it is a warm soak.

🝮 Gun’s hands rub down your legs roughly. Even if he isn’t gentle, per say, it feels nice for your aching muscles.

🝮 “You weren’t so bad yourself,” you reply. He chuckles at that.

🝮 You’ll come out of that bath with Gun’s signature scent all over you. He doesn’t mind THAT at all.

𝐙𝐚𝐜𝐤

🝮 If athletic had a scent… then it would smell exactly like Zack Lee’s shampoo.

🝮 He digs his hands into the side of the bathtub and wills himself not to blush as you crouch beside him, pouring more bubble solution into the foggy water.

🝮 “Where’d you buy this anyway?” You ask, knowing Zack doesn’t like buying cheap brands. And it doesn’t smell bad, necessarily.

🝮 He swallows, eyes narrowing and a sheepish flush rising to his face. “I dunno. Do you not like it or something…?”

🝮 “No it’s fine. It smells like you.”

🝮 Zack’s hands are busted. His cracked knuckles are a clear indicator of the fight he had gotten himself into.

🝮 You grumble about it a little, but not too much. Just a simple, “I thought we talked about you getting into fights…” and then you dropped it.

🝮 You lathered your hands with shampoo, scrubbing deep into the roots of his hair.

🝮 You tenderly scrubbed across his body, knowing he was unable to with his mangled hands.

🝮 Sweet, rushed kisses followed. Zack is such a simp— almost completely unable to look you in the eye, let alone return your affection.

🝮 The signiture-athlete-soap was down the drain. Zack dried himself off.

🝮 “You weren’t planning on doing this again… were you?” He calls. When you don’t answer, his chest deflates.

🝮 “(Y/N)— ARUGH!”

🝮 The door slams

🝮 “Why are you naked?!”

🝮 “I’m getting in the shower too…!”

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧

🝮 Puppy eyes. That’s what he gives you.

🝮 Where did he learn this sacred guilt-tripping art from? His dogs?

🝮 Either way, you shake your head.

🝮 “Look, you can use the bathroom to shower- or whatever. But I’m not helping you.”

🝮 Johan: 🥺

🝮 Five minutes later, you’re helping him.

🝮 He’s half naked, and had reprimanded you for staring. “It’s not that big of a deal,” or whatever crap he said.

🝮 You are currently checking the water temperature.

🝮 “Look, using my bathtub is pretty straightforward. Once you get it to the temp you like you can just plug in the drain cap. Okay?”

🝮 You demonstrate. Johan nods.

🝮 “Okay. Soap is there… and-yeah. Have fun Johan.”

🝮 You rise, dodging him and beelining for the door. You have other things, after all-

🝮 “Wait,” Johan mumbles.

🝮 You look over your shoulder, met head-on with those baby brown eyes of his. Johan blinks. His brows are furrowed slightly in contemplation. Or whatever is going through his pea-brain.

🝮 “Can you get in with me?”

🝮 🫠

🝮 (I can’t tell you what to do. Hop in or leave him hanging- 💅)

𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞

🝮 His shirt slips off a solid abdomin and exposes inked shoulders and chest. His tattooed arms flex as the shirt falls to the side.

🝮 This display is… seen by no one. Jake has no audience in the empty bathroom but himself.

🝮 He cranes his neck to catch sigh of some scrapes and bruises on his back. It not too difficult. Even through his peripherals the purple splotches are obvious.

🝮 With a sigh, Jake begins to unzip his pants and unclamp his belt—

🝮 THE DOOR CREAKS

🝮 A towel covers him in a second. (Since when has he been self-conscious??) The door opens completely to let you in.

🝮 You… with your arms full of bath and medical supplies.

🝮 You set down the things and face a nervously smiling Jake. The towel is snatched out of his grasp in a millisecond.

🝮 “Don’t bother hiding it Jake. I know you look like a wreck,” you snap.

🝮 Jake? Self-conscious? Nah. Afraid of your wrath? Maybe.

🝮 The water is turned on and soon the bathtub is filled. Eventually the soapy water cradles Jake’s large figure.

🝮 Your hands feel nice against his sore skin, he thinks. He stays still as you wash off his cuts and bruises… let’s you wet his hair and scrub soap into his scalp.

🝮 “I love you,” he smiles. Cheeky.

🝮 You sigh and press a kiss against his cheek. “I know.”

🝮 Bubbles eventually popped… the water was drained. Jake’s favorite part was being dried off anyway. He likes his hair being ruffled by you… the soft towel rubbing down his back and legs.

🝮 In the end he smells like strawberries. You can’t help but tease him about that.

🝮 Argument avoided successfully 👍

𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧

🝮 In all honesty you had never seen Lineman without a shirt on. You’d only… heard about it.

🝮 But anyway. Here you are. Pouring soap onto a washcloth and dabbing it on his temple.

🝮 The excessive amount of bath bombs were completely necessary. You didn’t need to be flashed.

🝮 Lineman sits as still as possible, not wanting soap to get into his eyes. He mumbles about how nice the water feels and how he’s grateful that you’re taking care of him.

🝮 “Why does it smell so peachy?” He asks suddenly, cupping some of the water in his hand.

🝮 You shrug. “It’s just the scent I guess.”

🝮 Bandaids have fallen off and are thrown in the trash. You apply neosporin to the cut over his eyebrow.

🝮 You’re about to pour some water into his hair but he dodges out of the way. Something about a hair routine. Admittedly it is one of his nicest features…

🝮 “Ya don’t have to do that, (Y/N). I’m good,” he tells you sheepishly. He says that a lot actually. He’s capable of turning on the water… cleaning his banged-up body… drying off…

🝮 You do all those things for him anyway. He just complies bashfully and lets it happen.

🝮 Afterwards you ask him to take his clothes off more often (as a joke.) He takes you completely seriously- 😳

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧

🝮 It’s not that Jason can’t be romantic, but between the two of you, you’re typically the more… intimate one

🝮 This weekend was a bit different though. And without getting into explicit details, you’ve spend a fair share of romantic time together.

🝮 So now, to unwind, you’re grabbing your bath kit and treating the two of you to some self-care. (The bath bombs needed to be used. Lua gifted them to you two Christmas’ ago-)

🝮 You settle for a green colored… minty scented soap. With the pigmented water bubbling and steaming, you decided now was the time to hop in.

🝮 You sink into the tub 🛁

🝮 Jason comes in a few minutes later with some towels and a book for you.

🝮 “Don’t you wanna get in?” You ask. He splashes you with some water and gives some sort of embarrassed reply.

🝮 He uses a loofah to scrub your back. “Isn’t the water too hot?”

🝮 “Nope. Just you.”

🝮 *More aggressive splashing*

🝮 “You’re worse than Jake,” he mumbles, dropping the loofah and sitting against the wall. You just smile in return.

𝐇𝐮𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐧

🝮 “What kind of scents do you like?” You’d ask. He wouldn’t give you an answer.

🝮 “Hudson…! I’m for real!” You’d say. Still, nothing.

🝮 “Please just answer my question-” you grumbled. Nothing.

🝮 Hudson didn’t want you to spoil him (that’s… not exactly what you had in mind but-) and he definitely didn’t need you spending your money on HIS beauty products.

🝮 Ever since he joined the Allied…. Idiots (there’s not a nicer way to put it) he’s begun to realize that his own products and routines are pretty low-key.

🝮 He went over Jay’s penthouse once. To drop something off. The dude was basically butt naked, wearing just a skimpy robe. What was that all about? Apparently he was in the middle of some hour-long beauty ritual.

🝮 Then there’s Zack Lee. Don’t even get Zack STARTED on using hair gel… or washing your face… using an exfoliator…

🝮 Compared to them, Hudson just kinda… showered? The soap brand he used jumped from whatever was available. So when he told you he didn’t have a favorite scent, he was being completely honest.

🝮 So you took a guess. Picked out some honeysuckle bubble soap. Some matching scented shampoo. Now you dip your finger into the water to test if it’s okay.

🝮 Behind you Hudson reluctantly takes off his clothes. He takes better care of his sweater than his pants, which he just flops on the floor and toes out of the way.

🝮 You gesture for him to get in.

🝮 “I never asked you to do this…” he murmurs, slipping underneath the sudsy water.

🝮 You nod. “I know. I just felt like it.”

🝮 You kiss his knuckles and help wash his back. You also tease him about his wet, flat hair—

So sorry for the delay everyone! Going to hustle through requests!!

[ventivente]

Man I love Lookism

[tuteldaturtle]

~ Private relationship ~

You and Eugene had kept a very private relationship. The type where not even Yuseong and Mandeok knows, or even suspected about, and they had just brushed it off as you two being awfully close friends.

But what surprised everyone wasn't the discovery of your relationship, no. Not even the scene where everyone was unanimously invited: your family, the heads of the affiliate workers, the hostel, the big deal, and everyone in between, even Daniel and his friends were all gathered around in a secluded garden, seats for everyone, a petal-littered aisle, and an arch of flowers and ribbons that stood in front of an open gazebo, propped upon a platform by a serene lake.

Music played and the mood was set when Eugene walked down the aisle first, wearing a white tux and gold tie. He stood at the bottom of the platform by the arch, and waited, smiling and sniffling subtly. No one could have ever guessed what this was all about until you appeared. Dressed beautifully in white with a touch of gold, a bouquet of easter lilies in hand, and a veil that trailed off from behind. You walked gracefully down the aisle where everyone stared silently, their eyes followed you while trying to make sense of the event as it continued on. You reached the edge of the platform, took Eugene's hand, smiled warmly, and walked up to the center where a priest awaits.

The ceremony started and everyone was quiet, watching intently as the events continued to unfold. "Speak now or forever hold your peace." The priest's voice resonated though the crowd, and everyone was silent. "Hm. Then by the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife." At the end of the priest's script, you and Eugene kissed, officially announcing your relationship through marriage itself.

The fact that everyone had witnessed your union together wasn't what shocked them. It wasn't the ceremony, it wasn't the after-party or the wedding ring that fit nicely into your finger, no. What shocked them was the fact that Eugene was in a relationship that no one even knew about, and his audacity to invite everyone to the ceremony.

During the reception, everyone tried to put everything together. The gestures, the gifts, the visitations, the way you two look longingly into each other's eyes, the time you spent alone together, the secret dates, the late night calls, the subtle kisses, the getaway trip. It all made sense now, and no one saw it coming.

[nepentheseeker]

IT'S CRAZY HOW ACCURATE THESE ARE

THE GUN ONE GUYS 😭😭😭

LMFAO 😭 HOW IS THIS SO ACCURATE

The Mary one tho, it was said in one chapter that she did used to steal things but PTJ never connected that later

[lookismstuff]

Behind The Names: The Leaders of the 2nd Generation's Five Major Crews

A previous version of these edits appeared on Reddit. My disclaimer, sources, and notes on the names are available in the reply section.

My previous "Behind the Names" Post: The Kings | Cheonliang Family | HNH Group (Gun, Goo, Crystal, the Kojima Brothers, Kouji)

[cannibalistic09]

LOOKISM 512 IS OUT!? 1/2

Yall run to hivetoon rn cuz IT IS OUT!!! I had to post immediately even though i haven’t finished reading yet cuz i was so excited + WHAT THE HELL IS THIS??? GOO IN LOVE WITH GUN IS CANON?????????

Oh and my poor babies… they definitely deserve better, i just know Eugene never wanted them to fight Gun anyway.

[alisiujana]

A Quiet Moment | yoojin x reader

Yoojin wasn’t one to dwell on emotions. His life revolved around precision, logic, and strategy—elements that left no room for frivolities like affection. Yet, when he was with you, something shifted. It wasn’t glaring or dramatic. It was subtle, like the faint warmth of sunlight on a winter morning.

Tonight was one of those rare evenings when he allowed himself to set aside his responsibilities for a moment of calm. You sat beside him on the small couch in his dimly lit office, the only sound being the faint scratching of his pen as he worked through his endless stream of documents.

“You know,” you said softly, breaking the silence, “you work too much.”

Without looking up, Yoojin let out a quiet hum, the barest hint of amusement in his voice. “And yet, someone has to ensure everything runs smoothly. Chaos is not my style.”

You rolled your eyes, leaning against the armrest to study his face. His soft features were illuminated by the desk lamp, a faint shadow of tiredness under his eyes. “Even a genius needs to rest. You can’t keep running on coffee and sheer determination.”

He finally glanced at you, his pen pausing mid-stroke. “Are you lecturing me now, jagi?” he teased, his voice low but affectionate.

You crossed your arms, feigning a pout. “Someone has to. You’re not invincible, Yoojin.”

A soft chuckle escaped him, a sound so rare it made your heart skip. He set the pen down and leaned back in his chair, turning to face you fully. For a moment, he simply studied you, his gaze unreadable yet warm in a way you’d grown to recognize as uniquely his.

“You’re persistent,” he murmured, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. His fingers lingered, the touch delicate. “But you’re right. I can’t keep this pace forever.”

You smiled, triumphant. “Then take a break. Even if it’s just for tonight.”

Yoojin shook his head lightly, but the corner of his lips lifted in a rare, genuine smile. “You’re dangerous, you know that? Somehow, you make me forget everything else.”

“That’s not a bad thing,” you countered, reaching for his hand. His fingers intertwined with yours without hesitation, the warmth of his touch grounding.

For once, Yoojin allowed himself to relax, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours. “No, it’s not,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “You’re the only one who can make me feel this way.”

The moment stretched between you, quiet but full of unspoken emotion. And for the first time in what felt like forever, Yoojin wasn’t thinking about strategy or manipulation or the weight of his responsibilities.

He was just here, with you, and for now, that was enough.

[lookismstuff-2]

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[koiiiji]

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soft and charming

tw ; cheating, manipulation, Eugene being obsessive

summary ; Eugene considered himself as a smart guy. definitely higher then just above average. but what he never understood is women and their logical decisions. how in the hell girl like you could ever choose an absolute garbage person like your current boyfriend? Eugene could never justify this decision.

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Eugene had always considered himself a smart guy — definitely sharper than just average. he had a keen sense of logic, a well-organized mind, and a way of seeing things most others didn’t. but when it came to women? he could never quite make sense of them. they were a puzzle wrapped in contradictions, and no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t quite figure them out.

take you, for example. you were sweet, a little naive perhaps, but full of life. Eugene watched you from the sidelines sometimes, fascinated by your presence. you were the kind of girl who always wore that genuine smile, effortlessly charming everyone around you. you talked to him, to his friends, you sang little melodies when you were happy, and you were kind — always willing to listen, to laugh, to support. Eugene was captivated.

it was like you were too good for this world, too pure to be caught in the mess of people like that guy you called your boyfriend.

that pig.

Eugene hated him. he couldn’t stand how that sorry excuse for a man treated you. the way he threw his hands over you as if you were just another one of his miserable, low-life buddies. the dirty comments, the vulgar jokes, the way he slapped you on the back like you were some sort of plaything. it made Eugene’s blood boil.

you deserved better.

but what you did? you just laughed. that soft, innocent giggle that made Eugene’s chest tighten. you didn’t know, did you? that you were worth so much more than him. that your boyfriend didn’t deserve the kindness you gave so freely. but you didn’t know any better. Eugene couldn’t blame you for that. after all, you were a sweet, airy thing who lived in a world of sunshine and dreams. you hadn’t seen the darkness yet.

but it wasn’t just your boyfriend that irked him. it was the way you’d speak about him during lunch breaks, with that naive excitement. “oh, he sent me a message!” you’d gush, as if it was the grandest gesture in the world. Eugene knew the truth. that dry message — actually answer for your message — was nothing more than the bare minimum. and yet, you were so happy about it. that’s when Eugene realized : you were still a little girl when it came to boys. you didn’t know how to read the signs, how to know when someone was just using you. he’d seen it all before — guys like that.

but he was different. you didn’t know the full story, of course. Eugene kept his personal life separate from his school persona. you only knew him as the sweet, nerdy guy who always was target of bullying, along with his friend and younger brother. what you didn’t know was that Eugene had his own "business" outside of school — business he kept under wraps. he made sure you never got mixed up in it. he didn’t want to corrupt that innocent part of you, that part that made him feel like he had to protect you from everything ugly in the world.

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Eugene leaned against the wall of the quiet alley, his phone in hand. a wry smirk tugged at his lips as he scrolled through the photos one of his Workers had sent him. there it was : clear, undeniable evidence of your boyfriend’s infidelity. a cozy snapshot of him locking lips with some girl at a nightclub, his hands wandering where they shouldn’t. Eugene had orchestrated the whole thing, of course. it wasn’t difficult — guys like him were predictable, ruled by their impulses. all it took was the right bait, a little nudge, and the rest unfolded like clockwork.

what followed was just as planned. the carefully timed "leak" of the photos to the right people ensured the news spread like wildfire through school. by lunchtime, it was all anyone could talk about. and you? poor, sweet you. you hadn’t been spared the whispers, the pitying glances, the thinly veiled gossip.

it worked. of course, it worked. his plans always works.

Eugene tucked his phone into his pocket and walked into the courtyard where he knew he’d find you. there you were, sitting on the edge of a bench, your shoulders trembling as you clutched your phone in your hands. your usual glow — the light he adored — was dimmed, your eyes puffy and red. you looked fragile.

good. vulnerability suited you. vulnerability needed protection.

taking a deep breath, Eugene softened his expression into one of pure concern as he approached. “hey…” his voice was gentle, soothing. “are you okay?”

you looked up, startled, and for a second, Eugene’s heart clenched at the sight of the tears streaming down your face. it wasn’t guilt — he didn’t regret what he’d done. but seeing you hurt, even for a moment, sparked an ache in his chest. still, this was necessary. a temporary pain to save you from something far worse.

“he… cheated on me,” you choked out, your voice cracking. “i can’t believe he —” another sob wracked your body, and you clamped a hand over your mouth as if to stifle it.

Eugene was by your side in an instant, sliding his blazer off and draping it over your trembling shoulders. “what?” he said, feigning shock, his brows furrowing. “are you serious? how did you find out?”

your hand shook as you showed him the photos someone had sent you. he recognized them immediately, of course, but his reaction was flawless. his lips parted in disbelief, his eyes narrowing as if in anger. “i… i don’t even know what to say. that… jerk. how could he do this to you?”

you sniffled, curling into his blazer like it was the only shield you had against the world. “i thought he loved me. i thought i mattered to him…”

Eugene clenched his fists, his knuckles whitening as he forced the perfect amount of restrained rage into his voice. “he’s an idiot. you gave him everything, and he threw it all away. he doesn’t deserve you.”

your tears flowed freely now, and Eugene leaned closer, wrapping an arm around you. he felt you collapse into his side, your fingers clutching at his shirt like a lifeline. “i feel so stupid,” you whispered. “how did i not see it?”

“no,” Eugene said firmly. he tilted your chin up with gentle fingers so you had to meet his eyes. “you’re not stupid. you trusted him, and he betrayed you. that says everything about him and nothing about you.”

your lips trembled, and Eugene took the opportunity to pull you back into his chest, letting your tears soak into his shirt. his heart swelled. this was where you belonged, where you were safe. with him. not with someone who saw you as an accessory, a conquest. someone who could never appreciate the light in you the way he did.

as you cried, Eugene rubbed soothing circles on your back, whispering soft reassurances. “it’s okay,” he murmured. “i’m here. you’re not alone in this. i’ve got you.”

and he did. he’d always have you, even if you didn’t realize it yet. this was just the beginning. the world was cruel, but Eugene? Eugene would protect you from it. he’d make sure you never had to face it alone.

of course, you’d never know the part he played in your heartbreak. you didn’t need to. all you needed to know was that Eugene was there for you now, just as he always would be. and when the time came, you’d see what he already knew : that he was the one who truly cared for you. the only one who ever really would.

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[rinanar]

Okay so we know Eugene cares a lot about Mandeok and Yuseong, right?

I'm just thinking what if he wants them to just run away when (if I'm not mistaken) things get hard when the two of them fought Gun in the recent arcs was because he had a younger brother!reader who used to fight tooth and nail for them in the past every time, despite not being good at fighting, and one day ended up severely injured and in a coma (thus it's what led to that one scene where Yuseong cried hugging Eugene when Goo came after an apparent 'clean up')?

I suspect they were horribly bullied during their school days (not to mention we got hints of that recently, too).

Would it be okay if it's written in a one-shot style (or headcanon if it's easier for you) where Eugene reminisces about the past and us as he watches us lying in the hospital bed, wondering when we'll wake up?

Feel free to ignore this if you want, I'm feeling a little angsty today because we don't get enough of Eugene.

HIS FAULT ! YOOJIN

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character/s : Yoojin, small mentions of Yuseong and Mandeok

type : oneshot — platonic , angst — m!reader — NOT X READER

warning/s - details : post Hunt-for-Gun , severely injured!reader

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Yoojin is smart. He knows that. Everyone knows that.

But this decision was the stupidest one he had made by far.

He's staring blankly, he doesn't know what to say, he doesn't know what to do. He's been like this for the past days, watching you lie down on the hospital bed, unconscious.

How could he do this to his own little brother? It's his fault. He shouldn't have dragged you into an issue he selfishly created.

He's selfish. He's so selfish. He repeats this in his mind.

He wishes it was him that was in your place.

You don't fight that well. You both knew that, so why did you go out of your way just to protect him in the past and until now?

Then he starts to feel his eyes sting.

He starts to wish you, Yuseong, and Mandeok just had a normal life, and that he didn't drag the three of you altogether into his mess.

It's all because he wanted revenge. All because he wanted to ruin Charles Choi. All because he wanted the ideal life he so selfishly tried to give to you three, and him. It's his own damn fault.

He's so sorry.

You can tell by how he doesn't sit with his legs crossed like usual, you can tell by how he's breathing so shakily, his hand is also shaking as he cries into it.

He's begging— wishing for you to wake up.

He gave you a bad past, and until now, he hasn't done anything to make it any better.

It's times like these that he stops thinking— it's when his mind goes blank. He can't think of anything else but apologizing to no one.

It's times like these when he starts to feel dumb.

He just wishes he could've been THE older brother to you and Yuseong, even though he's the middle child.

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a/n : I think I just had a heart palpitation writing this

[mymxnfgh]

actually i want all of them to wear cat ears….cat ears are hot