#James lee x reader

[wannaeatramyeon]

DG x Reader: Bodyguard

G/N. Cracky. You, the bodyguard. DG, the 'helpless' idol. Masterlists

When the rest of DG's senior team insisted he get a bodyguard, he thought it was a joke.

What sort of idiot would attack James Lee.

Then he remembered he's not James Lee, at least not to the general public. He's Diego Kang, CEO of PTJ Entertainment, an idol with amazing moves and an ass that won't quit but no fighting experience.

Right. Right. 

He supposes that makes sense. It would've been suspicious to say no, especially with his legions of stans and stalker, and his prior history.

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You're not exactly who he would have picked.

Bodyguards are usually monstrous, huge, intimidating men. You're not really any of the above.

In fact, you're kinda cute. And apparently your resume is also impressive enough too.

"Perfect candidate." 

"Extensive training." 

"Unmatched awareness." 

-were chirped into his ear before he gave you his nod of approval.

Besides, DG thinks it might work to his advantage to employ someone so unassuming.

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"No upskirt pictures!" You yell at the paparazzi, parting them to make way for the pink-haired idol, and pointing accusingly.

DG, in a moment of complete confusion, peers down to his own legs in case he really did wear a skirt.

No. He's in his pants, of course he is. His clothing is supplied as part of his sponsorship deal. Why would he be wearing a skirt?

"What was that?" He asks, when you're piled into his minivan. Brows knitted together instead of his usual cold, impassive expression.

You give him a shrug, "Just in case."

"In case of?"

"Just in case," you repeat, tapping your nose and nodding knowingly at him.

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Now, he remembers.

During one of his many many boring meetings, when you were officially under his employment and before you started, he had been warned you might be like this.

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“No pictures today!” you holler and the paparazzi groan.

Someone brave enough shouts back why.

“DG lost all five MAMA noms and he’s in a terrible mood. He might ask me to kill you if you take any pictures,” you say back solemnly and without humour.

DG feels bitter but not that bitter. Upon hearing your words, he stifles a laugh into his sleeve and disguises it as a cough.

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. 

To sum it up, you're an oddball. 

Still, DG tolerates you because of your flashes of brilliance and your brutal honesty.

"Here, sir." You offer up a steaming hot drink and DG raises an eyebrow. "Honey and lemon. For your throat."

When DG doesn't take it, you finally explain. "Your singing sounded awful, sir. Thought you might need it."

Ah.

He did think he sounded off but the yes-men at the studio told him otherwise. He should have trusted his own instincts and makes a mental note to replace them.

DG chuckles to himself before taking the first sip.

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"No touching please," you jump in just as a fan is starting to get handsy.

"Excuse me?!"

You turn away from them, letting their indignant outrage slide off you and usher DG on to the next group to interact with.

DG gives you a nod of thanks and you give him a subtle wink back.

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"You best not be zooming in on his tits," you snarl at another paparazzi. "No under boob, side boobs, any boobs!"

DG glances down at his chest. Fully concealed in a mock neck jumper. There's no bare skin on show at all.

"Can you explain?" He asks, once you climb in the minivan after him and slide the door close.

"You know." You say, handing over another honey and lemon drink.

"I don't, actually."

"You know," you repeat, eyes signalling towards his chest area and hand gesticulating at your own. "And, y'know." 

You nod at his hot drink and pull a face, indicating that he was pitchy as hell in the last rehearsal.

DG shakes his head at your antics but takes a sip regardless.

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"For you, sir." You hold out a brand new baseball cap with both hands and head bowed respectfully.

"I don't want this."

"Yes but you need it."

"..."

"For your bad hair day."

"What?"

"Trust me, sir."

DG narrows his eyes at you. You're rude as hell, no tact at all. He’s not sure if you even have a filter, or you just say whatever thought pops into your mind. 

However.

Somewhere along the way, he finds that you're the only person that tells him the truth.

He takes the cap and thrusts it on his head.

"Much better!" You pipe up with an oblivious grin, adding insult to injury.

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"What are you doing?" DG pulls a face as you wrap your arm around his waist and hurry him on.

"There's someone tailing you," you murmur, "I've been watching them for the last five minutes."

There is? How on earth did this person get past his radar?

As if answering his thoughts, you tell him, "They look like a normal ajumma. No-one would have suspected her if I wasn't watching."

You pick up the pace and DG matches you stride for stride.

"Your manager is waiting just up ahead with the car. I'll take care of them." You give DG a salute and a toothy smile as he looks at you in alarm.

In all honesty, you look a bit helpless. Yes, your resume looks great and yes, your recommendations are glowing but DG hasn't actually seen you in action yet. He can't help the way his stomach lurches thinking about you in danger.

And what if this isn’t an untrained, rabid stan, but someone who knows about his other life and is after James Lee?

"I'll be fine, sir!" You turn quickly and sprint off in the opposite direction at breakneck speed.

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A couple hours later, after DG has paced endlessly back and forth, you show up at his office.

Your hair is a little out of place, and your regulation suit is a little dusty but you're otherwise untouched.

"Are you ok?" his eyes snap to yours.

"Of course, sir!" Your beam is as bright as ever.

DG exhales deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose, relief overwhelming him and he desperately wills his pulse to return to normal.

"Call me James," he sighs when he realises it's not working and his heart seems to beat quicker and louder now you're in sight.

You don't ask any questions like why James, why not Diego. You accept it at face value, no doubt having some secrets of your own.

Your smile is unfaltering as you respond, "Sure thing, James, sir!"

[sasucaty]

"I alone am the honoured one" aah mfs

[oathbips]

I'm Sleeping On The Couch Pt. 2 - Gun, DG

summary: how they'll react to you saying you'll sleep on the couch after an argument

part 1, part 2

content: angst to fluff, reader x gun/dg

author's note: this took longer than i expected so there's only 2 instead of 3. it was a lot harder writing these two especially james so i apologize if he feels too ooc

You can feel your nerve rising the more this argument was dragging out but you were trying your best to not let it show. The last thing you wanted was for him to see how much he was getting to you because in contrast to you, Gun was more nonchalant than ever right now. He’s sitting there, taking hits of his cigarette while wearing this unbothered expression as he stares at you with a look that’s silently asking if you were done with whatever this was that you wanted to make a big deal out of. Which just ends up angering you even more. 

“Gun. This is ridiculous.” 

“It sure is.” 

“No, I mean how you’re not listening to me.” 

“I heard you.” 

“You’re hearing me but you’re not listening!” You finally had enough. All the effort of not trying to let him get to you failed, and he actually got to you. It has always been like this. Every argument you both had always ended up with only you being riled up while Gun on the other hand stays unfazed. It makes you feel like you’re the crazy one, always yelling and screaming at him. He never yells back or even gets angry at you for snapping at him but you honestly wished sometimes he did because that way, it’ll show that he at least cares just a little bit. The constant nonchalance and monotone replies he returns hurts you. It feels like he never takes you seriously, that he never cares. 

In response to your outburst, Gun took the last remaining hit of his cigarette before huffing out the smoke — putting it out once he was done. He then discarded it in the ashtray before finally standing up, making his way towards you but you swiftly turned away. You wanted to quickly make an escape to the bathroom as you felt tears threatening to spill out of frustration. A sigh leaving your lips as you try to collect yourself and hold back the tears.

“Whatever. Let’s just go to sleep.” You stated before shutting the bathroom door behind you. 

It was now Gun who was in the bathroom doing his night routine while you’re in the shared bedroom, finishing the last remaining steps of yours. The fight flashed through your mind as you got on your side of the bed. You sneakily avoided him when you got out of the bathroom earlier, so he couldn’t see your red puffy eyes and stained tears from crying but no doubt he will notice them once he joins you in bed. You didn’t want him to see you like this but more than anything, you didn’t feel like sleeping next to him after everything that just happened. It seems so childish and you know it is but you simply can’t help getting up from where you laid, collecting your pillow, grabbing a small blanket from the closet, and making your way down to the couch in the living room. 

You laid there, twisting and turning trying to get comfortable while the distant sound of the sink running could be heard in the background. It took a good minute or two before you finally settled, getting comfortable. All the stress and tension earlier soon follows, crashing down on you and your body gives in to exhaustion. Half lidded eyes finally close as you drift into a slumber sleep. 

A sudden jolt shook you awake from your slumber. You tried stirring around, heavy eyelids fighting to open and see what’s going on. To your surprise, you soon realize your attempted stirrings are futile once it finally kicks in that your body is currently being lifted up in the air right now, held tightly by a pair of strong arms. All drowsiness finally subsides as your widened eyes finally lay on the person causing all of this. 

“G-Gun?!” You yelped, surprised.

“You’re awake? Go back to sleep.”

“What are you doing?” 

“What are you doing sleeping on the couch?” His question made you remember the fight you guys just had earlier, why you were sleeping on the couch in the first place. 

“Oh…”

“The bed is this way.” He said before you could even find an appropriate reply to his question.

“I know that.”

“Didn’t look like you did.” A pout formed on your face from that and you decided to just stay quiet the whole way to the bedroom. When you both finally arrived at the bed, he gently placed you down on your side before going back out to fetch your pillow. Coming back, he walked towards you and placed it under your head while you stared at him longingly. You really wanted to try once more to talk it out for once instead of getting brushed off like always. 

“…Can we please talk about it tomorrow? Seriously this time.” 

He paused at the question and the room fell silent for half a minute before he finally let out a sigh. “Fine. But go to sleep first.” He stated, then plants a kiss on your forehead. 

“Okay. Goodnight, Gun.” 

“Goodnight.” He said when he finally made it to his side, laying down and pulling you towards him as he placed another kiss on your lips this time.

“I thought you said you wanted to start anew and leave your past behind you?” 

“I do.” 

“It doesn’t seem that way to me, James.” 

It’s been 30 minutes since you and your boyfriend have been going on about this. You were one of the few that knew the truth behind his identity and his life in the past. You knew that he has abandoned that old life and has been starting anew or so he said he was. Because looking at him right now, it looks like he is still very much involved in indulging his past life, and you hated it. It was dangerous and you’re not particularly proud of the choices he was making back then. When he told you before you both started dating that he wanted to forget his past, you were in full support of it. You would not have agreed to even be by his side like you are right now if that wasn’t the case. So, you’re having a hard time trying to understand why these days, you’ve been catching him in the act of meeting up with Eugune and even involving Daniel in whatever it is he’s trying to do involving his old past. You tried confronting him about this before but your attempted confrontation always ended in vain with him dodging and changing the subject. 

“It doesn’t involve you, so don’t worry about it. Just trying to clean up some mistakes in the past.”

“What mistakes are you talking about? You said you were done.”

“If I was actually done, I wouldn’t have to be doing all this would I, Y/n?” 

“Then what are the mistakes that you’re not done with, James? Why won’t you tell me?”

“I told you it doesn’t involve you so don’t worry about it.” 

You really didn’t have the energy anymore to keep continuing this argument after that statement. That’s what he always says and if you have to hear that sentence one more time, you really feel like you’ll lose it. Truth be told, it hurts you every time he would say that. You’re more than aware of how shady his past was, but if it was all behind him now, why can’t he trust you enough to tell you? 

“Okay, whatever. That’s fine. I’m going to bed now.” You stated, ending the argument there. It was no use trying to push an answer out of him when he has been avoiding it for months now. Today wasn’t going to be any different. 

From where James stood, he could see your defeated expression as you started to walk away from him. He felt a pang of guilt rising in him. Of course, he trusted you, more than anything if he were to be completely honest. It’s just he doesn’t want to involve you in his reckless past, especially this one. James told you he was a changed man and he meant it so he didn’t see the need to bring his old sins into your life. He’s about to follow you to apologize until he sees you walking out of the bedroom with your pillow and a blanket around your arms. He couldn’t help but widened his eyes in shock and confusion as to what you were planning to do. 

“What are you doing?”

“I think I’ll sleep out on the couch tonight.” You replied, deadpan. New waves of shock overtake James’ expression as he stares at you in disbelief. “...Seriously?” Was all he could ask in return. This issue was bothering you that much for you to do something so petty as sleeping on the couch instead of with him? He thought it was childish, he really did, but he felt more sad than anything that he had upset you this much. For the first time in his life, he finds himself scattering his brain to find anything he could say to reverse this. 

“Wait.” He managed. You looked at him in expectedly, waiting for him to continue on with what he has to say. You’ll be lying if you said you weren’t hoping for him to finally tell you what you’ve been wanting to hear, for him to finally open up to you. But a part of you knew better than to get your hopes up. Still, you patiently wait for him to elaborate himself as the silence continues to drag out. 

“... I’m sorry.” You stayed silent to that, expecting more than just a “I’m sorry”, but before you could speak up, he beat you to it, cutting you off.

“Just trust me. Please. Once this is all over, I’ll tell you everything you want to know but for now, just trust me. That’s all I’m asking.” 

You stood in silence, taking in what he just said. His statement held such a desperate plea and he looked more vulnerable than you’ve ever seen him right now. You’re sad he’s not telling you more, but you can tell that this meant greatly to him and whatever he’s doing must have a bigger purpose than you can understand. You finally exhaled a sigh, accepting the situation you’re in.

“Okay. I trust you but please, be careful.”

“I will, you don’t have to worry.” 

A smile finally appears on his face before he pulls you close to him, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead. “Still going to sleep on the couch now?” He said teasingly, resulting in you rolling your eyes. “And if I said I am?” 

“I can’t let that happen.” He countered and reached out to place his hands on your soft cheeks. He gently strokes them and then leans in to finally plant a deep kiss on your lips, leaving you breathless.

[trueebeauty]

"𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎" -gun, goo, james lee.

𝐆𝐔𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊

Never in a million years would you have thought that today would be the day you see Gun so calm.

He's calm all the time when he's with you, but this one is quite different.

It was a rainy day today, and the two of you were on the couch, absentmindedly watching a movie together.

Though you were too busy cutting Gun's fingernails, all because you claimed they were getting too long.

Surprisingly, Gun actually took better care of himself than you would've thought. (Gun was offended)

His hands, although rough and calloused, were always clean, and so were his nails.

"I'm done," you muttered as you clipped off the last remaining fingernail.

Turning to face a stoic Gun, "Do you not like it shorter?" you asked, tilting your head.

"I don't care for it," Gun responded, typical.

You looked at his trimmed hands again, admiring his hands for a second as you caressed them.

Gun's fingers intertwined with yours, and he pulled you closer, "What is it?" he murmured, his voice low and gentle.

You gazed into his eyes, captivated by the tenderness you found there. "Nothing," you replied with a soft smile, “Just admiring you."

Gun's expression softened before he reached up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "You're one to talk," he said, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. 

A shiver ran down your spine at the simple yet intimate gesture, and you found yourself leaning in closer, drawn to the warmth of his embrace. 

The movie long forgotten, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, basking in each other's presence, the soft pitter-patter of rain against the windows providing a soothing backdrop.

Tentatively, you reached up too, tracing Gun's face with your fingertips, committing everything to your memory. His eyes fluttered shut at your touch, and you admired how someone so strong and scary could also be so gentle and vulnerable in your arms.

Gun's hand found its way to the nape of your neck, his thumb caressing your jaw, and you felt yourself melting into his touch. With a featherlight tug, he guided you closer, your foreheads touching, his breath mingling with yours.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice barely audible, but you heard it.

Thinking you imagined it, you look at him in disbelief, "What?"

Gun's eyes locked with yours, and you saw a vulnerability there that you had never witnessed before. He took a deep breath, as if steeling himself, and repeated, "I love you."

Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt a warmth bloom in your chest, spreading through your entire being. You searched Gun's face, looking for any sign of hesitation or uncertainty, but found none.

"I..." you started, your voice catching in your throat. You had dreamed of hearing those words from Gun countless times, but now that the moment was here, you found yourself at a loss for words.

Gun reached out, his calloused fingers gently caressing your cheek. "You don't have to say anything," he said softly. "I just needed you to know."

You leaned into his touch, your eyes fluttering shut as a thousand emotions washed over you. Love, joy, relief, and a tiny spark of fear – fear that this might all be a dream, and you would wake up to find it was never real.

But as you opened your eyes and gazed into Gun's gaze, you knew this was no dream. This was real, and it was more beautiful than you could have ever imagined.

“I love you, too.”

“I know,” he teased, bringing your hand to his lips and planting a featherlight kiss on your hand.

𝐆𝐎𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐌

You've known Goo for basically your entire life. You grew up together, took martial arts together, graduated together, went to the same schools, studied together, walked together, shopped together, ate together, and even took baths together.

There was never a day where you two were apart... well, that was until he met this strange one-armed man.

Suddenly it became, "I'm going to be late, so eat without me."

"I can't, I have to go return something," he'd shout before closing the door.

Then he started coming home bruised, specks of blood on his clothes, a cut here and there.

"Goo, what the hell happened?"

"Ah, didn't know you were up. Just almost got robbed..."

"Robbed? By who? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a homeless man."

But one thing Goo didn't know is that you could tell when he lied - he smiled wide, too wide. You don't even know if he was aware of this tell himself, but you sure as hell were.

Even if you didn't recognize his lying smile, he was just too obvious. A homeless man? Robbed? Goo Kim? Only an idiot would believe him.

It didn't make the constant lies to your face any better. It just hurt.

Hurt knowing that he didn't trust you, didn't confide in you, left you behind for who knows what shady business. 

And he acted as if everything was normal.

You had reached your limit.

After an awkward silence, you finally spoke up. "Aren't you going to tell me what's wrong?" Goo said, frustration evident in his voice.

"I-I didn't actually expect you to come," you admitted nervously.

"What do you mean? You said you were in danger–" Goo paused, realization dawning on him. "Oh."

"Yep. Now that you're here, we need to talk about a lot of things— where are you going?" you asked, seeing Goo head towards the door.

"Out," he replied curtly, reaching for the doorknob.

You immediately blocked the door. "Out where?"

"Out to get some air," Goo said dismissively, trying to downplay the situation.

"We're not done here. You can't just show up and then leave."

Goo sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Look, I’m late."

"Late for what?" you insisted, your voice rising.

Seeing Goo go silent, you continued, "You’ve been like this for months now. I waited for you to explain, but you never did."

Goo opened his mouth to respond, but you kept talking, the words tumbling out rapidly. “So tell me what is going on right now, or I swear I will–”

Before you could continue, Goo stepped closer and gently placed his finger over your lips, hushing you. His eyes locked with yours, and you fell silent.

“Or you will what?” Goo asked.

You slapped his arm away. “I’ll do something really bad,” you said.

Goo rolled his eyes. “Like what?”

As soon as he said that, he felt a burning pain between his legs and collapsed to the ground, breathless and numb.

“That,” you said, a smile on your face.

“Owww,” Goo whined, starting his dramatics.

Rolling your eyes, you sat on the floor next to him, side-eyeing him as he rolled around. Having enough, you grabbed his hair and made him face you. “Tell me,” you said.

"I love you."

You froze, heart pounding at Goo's confession. He took the moment to gently remove your grip and pull you down to lay beside him, never letting go of your hand.

Your hand trembled in his grasp.

"I want to tell you everything, but it's dangerous. I don't want them to find out about you," Goo continued, his voice calm.

"W-who's them?" you asked hesitantly, anxiety creeping in.

"Bad people," he replied vaguely.

"Who are the bad people?" you pressed.

"Evil people," Goo said simply.

Rolling your eyes, you turned to face him, your noses almost touching. "You're being very vague."

A small smile played across his lips. "I want to be."

You frowned. "So you'll never tell me the full truth?"

"I will, just not right now. It's better if you can enjoy your life without this weighing on you," he said, tenderly brushing a stray hair from your face.

"And what about you? Will you be able to enjoy your life?" The thought of Goo suffering alone made your chest ache.

"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine," he assured you, though his eyes betrayed a hint of sadness.

"That just makes me worry more," you confessed, holding his gaze imploringly.

Goo let out a soft sigh. "I'm sorry, truly. I hate keeping things from you..."

You both laid there in silence for a few moments as Goo's thumb gently caressed the back of your hand, a tender gesture that didn't quite ease the ache in your heart.

Finally, you took a deep breath and met his gaze again. "I don't like this, keeping secrets from each other," you said quietly but firmly.

"Doesn't feel right after everything we've been through together."

"Believe me, I hate it too. More than anything, I want to be fully open with you." He brought your entwined hands up, pressing his lips to your knuckles.

"But some truths are better left unsaid, at least for now, to keep you safe."

You opened your mouth to protest, but he gently shushed you again. "I'm not in any immediate danger, I promise. This is more about protecting your peace of mind."

Letting out a frustrated sigh, you reluctantly nodded. As much as it pained you, you knew you had to trust Goo's judgment on this.

"Just...promise me one thing?" you asked, your eyes pleading.

"Anything," he replied without hesitation.

"Don't shut me out completely," you said, your voice wavering slightly. "I need you, even if I can't know every detail right now. We're partners, right?"

Goo's features softened, and he leaned in to rest his forehead against yours. "Always, I'm not going anywhere. I'll tell you what I can."

It wasn't a perfect solution, but for now, it would have to be enough. You nuzzled closer, letting the solidity of his embrace ease your worries, if only temporarily.

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐄

You sat on the balcony's doorstep, watching the storm and pretty city lights. The rain pattered against the concrete, and flashes of lightning illuminated the skyline, casting a glow over the buildings. 

You enjoyed the quietness and peacefulness, but you felt empty inside, a hollowness that couldn't be filled by the beauty surrounding you.

As the wind picked up, sending a chill through your body, you gazed out into the night, lost in thought. Suddenly, you felt the warmth of a blanket being draped over your shoulders. 

Before you had a chance to turn around, a familiar figure sat behind you, their arms encircling you, holding you close. All at once, you felt a comforting warmth envelop you, and you knew exactly who it was.

In that moment, the emptiness disappeared, replaced by a sense of contentment and belonging. 

You leaned back into his embrace, letting the sound of his steady breathing and the rain calm you, "When did you get home?" you whispered, savoring the warmth of his body against yours.

You felt him move, his lips brushing against the crook of your neck as he placed a tender kiss there. "A few seconds ago, I was looking for you," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine.

Melting into his arms, you sighed contentedly. "I didn't hear you," you admitted.

He chuckled softly, the vibration resonating through his chest and into your back. "You seemed lost in thought," he said, tightening his hold on you ever so slightly. "What's on your mind?"

Turning your head, you met his gaze, those eyes that always seemed to peer straight into your soul. "Nothing in particular," you replied, offering him a small smile. "Just enjoying the view."

His thumb traced gentle circles on your arm as he studied your face, a tender expression on his own. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right?" he said, his tone laced with concern.

Nodding, you leaned in and brushed your lips against his, a soft, reassuring kiss. "I know," you whispered, feeling the weight of the world lift from your shoulders in his presence.  

He pulled you closer, his arms a comforting anchor, and asked, "Have you eaten anything today?"

A chuckle escaped your lips at his concern. "I should be asking you that. I know they don't really care about anything other than if you're pretty and scandal-free," you teased lightly as you flicked his pink hair in his face.

Shaking his head with a laugh, he pressed a kiss to your temple. "You know me too well," he murmured against your skin. "But I'm more worried about you. You tend to forget about taking care of yourself when you get lost in that beautiful mind of yours."

You rolled your eyes playfully, but couldn't deny the truth in his words. "Alright, alright, you've caught me," you conceded, turning in his embrace to face him properly. "I may have skipped a meal or two today, but only because I was so absorbed in my writing."

His brow furrowed in that adorable way it did when he was concerned for you, and you reached up to smooth away the crease with your fingertips. "Promise me you'll eat something soon?" he urged, capturing your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

Gazing into his eyes, you were struck once again by the depth of his love and devotion, you didn’t know how you got so lucky. "Only if you promise to do the same," you countered with a soft smile. "Deal?"

The corners of his eyes crinkled as he returned your smile, his thumb caressing the back of your hand. "Deal," he agreed, sealing the promise with a tender kiss that made your heart flutter.

You both pulled away from the kiss, slightly dazed and breathless. As you gazed into his eyes, filled with so much adoration, the words tumbled from your lips before you could stop them. 

"I love you, James."

A look of surprise flashed across his face for the briefest of moments before melting into an expression of pure joy. 

His eyes crinkled at the corners as a smile spread across his lips. "And I love you," he murmured, cradling your face in his hands. 

Leaning his forehead against yours, he let out a contented sigh, “More than you could ever imagine."

[amphitriteswife]

‘What would you do if i like someone else?’

The question made James hum in response. His finger tapping the lollipop in his mouth against his teeth, one hand in the pocket of his pants. His lips wrapping around the lollipop before he pulled it out of his mouth and pointed it to you. ‘It’s simply impossible.’ James stated, his tone wasn’t even arrogant or egoistical but rather as if he spoke the truth. He snickered a little at your confused expression, humming to himself before he gave another explanation. ‘I have the perfect body, i have every trophy this school can offer. I know every little thing about you, i know you wouldn’t even dream of being with someone else.’ Now that. That was arrogance, perhaps the cockiness of being ‘perfect’ had gotten to his head a little. You placed your hands around his neck from behind and jumping on his back, him catching you and carrying you with the lollipop still in one of his cheeks. ‘You didn’t answer my question though!’ You told him, your head leaning on top of his, the frizzy red dyed hair feeling rather dry today. James chuckled at your sentence. ‘I would kill them.’

The sound of a cigarette hitting the floor was the only thing you heard after you asked the question. His hands still frozen with the lighter still on. His mouth slightly agape from where the cigarette fell. He remained still for just a moment before he closed his mouth, his foot stepping onto the cigarette, crushing it in the process. He knows you, you ask a lot of stupid and unnecessary questions. And most of the time it doesn’t bother him. Most. This one being an exception. His eyes closed a a rather eerie smile appeared on his face. A smile that was so obviously fake. He put the lighter into his pocket before his strong heavy tattooed hands dug into your shoulder. He bent just to your height, the shadows in his face making him a lot more creepier, the veins in his neck and jaw were throbbing. The fact that the smile and other body languages didn’t match made you rethink about even asking him this question at all. Is he perhaps jealous? Or is he angry? He did have an inferiority complex after all…. ‘you’re not cheating on me, are you?’ Samuel asked you in quite a low but dangerous voice, his eyes opened now but looking at you intensely. ‘Ofcourse not.’ ‘Great…i would not hesitate to slap you or murder the other person.’ ‘Well that’s not nice.’

Instead of an answer you earned quite the laughter from Gitae who was smoking his pipe and blowing some smoke in different shapes. His laughter was rather much more humorous and light hearted. He didn’t seem to take you seriously, even though your question was half a joke so it depends. the laughter died down after a while before he took another drag from his pipe and turning to you, blowing the smoke in your face. He knew you disliked it when he smoked, that’s why he blew the smoke in your face. He’s just teasing you after all. ‘You sure ask a lot of questions hmm?’ His voice was a little raspy of all the smoke he had been smoking the past half an hour. His eyes were still sharp and darting between you and his pipe. ‘Hey answer me!’ He laughed at you again. Before taking another drag from his pipe and chuckling lightly, a little of the smoke escaping because of it. ‘I’m pretty sure you know what i would do and what I’m capable off.’ Gitae said looking outside the car window, he didn’t even seem to mind the fact that the smoke that left his mouth when he spoke to you had made the glass fogged. ‘Don’t you?’ He turned back to you, a slight smirk plastered on his face yet his eyes seemed as sharp and sadistic as ever.

Conclusions: they would all kill the other person and yes sammy would be in a very toxic and abusive relationship

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hello!! i love your writing <3 may i request a red hair era james lee x reader nsfw? perhaps a highschool rival romance? the idea’s been eating at my brain nonstop and askjdghdfak it’s so good and i think you’d do it justice

fine line

— james lee x reader

details: NSFW under the cut, fem bodied reader, fingering, teasing, edging, public (?) sex, james is a teasing asshole

A/N: i hope i got it right huhu, enjoyyy!! <33

In the dimly lit corners of the school library, you and James sat next to each other, pretending to study. The air between you two was tense, though not for the reasons anyone might assume. To the casual observer, it seemed like another academic showdown—two rivals buried in textbooks, locked in the usual battle of who could outsmart the other. But beneath the surface, something much more dangerous was at play.

What had started as a harmless competition had evolved into late-night study sessions, lingering glances, and stolen touches. You’d both been walking a fine line for weeks now. It began with innocent bets on who would be distracted first, spiraling into a silent game of seeing who could push the other further without breaking. Each challenge, each daring touch, made it harder to remember where the line had once been.

James sat next to you, his eyes scanning his textbook while you fidgeted with your pen. But under the table, his hand rested not-so-innocently on your knee. The game had begun again.

You shot him a side glance, raising an eyebrow. He met your gaze with a smirk, as if daring you to react. His fingers, light and casual at first, slowly began to move upward. It was subtle, but it was enough to make you aware of every inch between his hand and the growing heat between your thighs.

“Focus,” he whispered, his voice low but teasing, never glancing up from his book. “You’re here to study, remember?”

You bit your lip, trying to keep your composure. “I am focused,” you replied, though your voice was weaker than you’d hoped, betraying the flutter in your stomach. “Besides, isn’t it supposed to be ‘we’?” you add. His fingers inched higher, resting just above your knee now, and your breath caught in your throat. You cast a quick glance around the library, relieved that no one seemed to notice the tension between you and James.

“Schematic differences,” he murmured, his hand creeping farther up your thigh. His touch was feather-light, teasing, but it was impossible to ignore the growing tension in your body. You shifted in your seat, fighting the rush of heat spreading through you. 

You weren’t going to lose—not to him, not like this. You straightened your back, pretending to focus on the textbook in front of you, though the words blurred together. “You’re playing a dangerous game,” you muttered, trying to sound more composed than you felt.

James chuckled softly, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin. “You talk a big game, but we both know you’re not going to stop me.”

His hand slid farther up your thigh, dangerously close to the point that made your breath hitch. You squeezed your legs together, but not enough to stop him.

Your heart raced, the challenge clear between you. How far could you let this go? How long could you pretend to be indifferent before you broke? Your fingers gripped the edge of the table, nails digging into the wood as James’ fingers ventured higher, just inches from the point of no return.

“You’re awfully confident,” you breathed, your voice barely audible. “But you forget, I’m stubborn.”

“Yeah?” His voice dropped lower, a darker edge creeping into his tone, sending a shiver down your spine. “Then prove it.”

His fingers grazed the inside of your thigh, so close that it made your entire body tense. You wanted to push him away, to stop the game before you lost control—but you didn’t. You liked this—the rush, the thrill of being so close to breaking the unspoken rules between you two, and the challenge of seeing who would crack first.

His hand stilled, fingers hovering just beneath the hem of your skirt, brushing teasingly against your clothed core. He finally looked up from his book, meeting your gaze with those piercing eyes that always made your heart skip. His expression dared you to stop him.

You should stop him. Instead, your hand drifted under the table, fingers grazing his wrist—not to push him away, but to hold him there. A smirk tugged at your lips as you leaned forward slightly.

“You’re terrible at this game,” you whispered, your voice laced with challenge.

James grinned, leaning forward until your faces were inches apart. His fingers pressed harder against your core. “Am I?” he whispered, his breath warm against your lips. His hand remained, his fingers hovering just where you wanted them, the heat between you two intensifying. “I think I’m winning,” he added softly, his gaze flickering to your lips. “You’re practically dripping.”

Your breath hitched as his fingers moved, rubbing the tips of his fingers against you through your panties. You bit down on your lip to stifle the gasp that nearly escaped, trying to focus on the book in front of you. “You’re getting cocky,” you muttered, eyes fluttering shut for a second as his touch sent shivers down your spine.

“Maybe,” he hummed, his tone smug, “but I don’t think you’ll be able to get one over on me this time.” His fingers pressed against you harder, his thumb pushing your panties to the side. You clenched your jaw, legs instinctively squeezing together, but James spread his hand out to prevent you from closing your legs entirely. “Focus now,” he teased, sliding his fingers between your folds.

“I wasn’t distracted,” you breathed out, brows furrowing as the heat built inside you. The words on the page became nothing more than a blur, your hand shakily writing nonsense across your notes. “Sure, keep telling yourself that,” he whispered, slipping a finger inside you. Your breath caught, and your hand tightened around his sleeve, your body betraying you as you tried to keep quiet.

“Want me to stop?” His breath brushed against your ear, his voice sending a jolt through you. You should nod, should tell him to stop, but instead, you shook your head. His grin widened as he slipped in another finger, curling them inside you. You almost jolted in place, only barely managing to offer an apologetic smile to the people who glanced your way.

James’ grin didn’t waver as he continued, keeping a steady rhythm between your legs. The slick squelching sound of his fingers moving inside you was embarrassing, but you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning into his touch, your breath shaky with each exhale.

When your walls tightened around his fingers, a sign that you were teetering on the edge of release, James suddenly pulled his hand away, leaving you empty and frustrated. You shot him a glare, but he just shrugged and licked his fingers clean with a wicked grin.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said, leaning back. “We’re supposed to be studying, aren’t we?” 

You narrowed your eyes. “Oh, now it’s we? Fine. I’ll just have to beat you at this game next time.”

[god-monsters]

How Lookism Guys Fall in Love with YOU + personal hc

Requested. If you can't tell how repetitive I am from my masterlist, here it is all side by side to show you exactly the sort of tropes I like a LOT. Sorta hc, sorta the storylines-ish I like to write.

Strangers to Lovers

Johan Seong

Meeting Johan and bonding through his pups. You don't even need to show him kindness. Show Eden and Miro kindness and you will enter his thoughts regardless.

A cliched way to a man's heart is his stomach. Feed Johan up too to up the relationship.

Lots of emotional maturing needed for Johan to understand what the hell is going on. Pulls away to get some distance yet always ends up by your side. He can't help it. Eventually just gives in.

Goo Kim

While I personally dislike the love at first sight trope, this guy would absolutely double take if there was something that caught his eye and then he would be his normal extroverted and clingy self to get to know you.

This fucking charmer. Yes he's annoying, but even then he gets under your skin and you can't help falling for him too.

Also a fan of the hot-and-cold-casual-fuck-buddies dynamic. He'll see you every day for a week, wake up in your bed then ghost you for a month. Rinse and repeat. After a little while - oh. Goo realises he misses you.

Samuel Seo

Ah the oh-shit-I-caught-feelings-when-we-were-just-casually-fucking-and-no-strings-attached pining.

Meeting at somewhere like a corporate event or even in a club.

Lots of inner turmoil as he gets to grips with his emotions and how to deal with you. A little bit of push and pull before he eventually admits how he feels.

Ryuhei Kuroda/Xiaolong

Just meeting someone, anyone who is the opposite of Mitsuki and Vivi. Showing them what a normal healthy person, with normal healthy interests looks like. Show them kindness, show them your sweet smile, show them you don't want anything apart from just them and they will fall for you.

Ryuhei - Not really much guilt with moving on from Mitsuki because face it. They weren't exactly anything.

Xiaolong - oof. The most angsty hurt/comfort you can think of.

Friends (classmates) to Lovers

Zack Lee

Long-ish time friend, but nothing progressed due to his feelings for Mira. Gradually circumstances bring you both closer together. Tending to his wounds, school projects, maybe even shopping for a gift for Mira.

Start to see you in a new light. Deals with a lot of denial at first and then later, guilt. Unsurprisingly, it's Mira that notices the change in Zack and encourages him to pursue you.

Vasco Tabasco/Jace Park

Classmate of theirs through J-high or knew them from middle school. Help to tutor Vasco or just generally up to some shit with Jace. Maybe playing detective.

Not involved with Burn Knuckles, but you might as well be. With Vasco or Jace, the rest of the crew treats you with the same level of respect as their No.1/2 and will protect you at all costs.

Relatively straightforward friends to lovers, with all the worries of gang shit.

Vin Jin

Love the idea of Vin Jin, Mary and You being best buds together. Either from Cheonliang or you getting closer to Vin through Mary once they attend J-High.

An absolute asshole though he is a little softer towards you. Takes him a while to fall for you and see you in a new light. Is so used to you as a friend that it will take someone else interfering or an event.

See masterlist for someone asking you on a date or Vin seeing you in his Cheonliang jacket heh (the latter really breaks his brain).

Jake Kim

Childhood friend to lovers. You knew him before he joined Big Deal and/or while he was a tall lanky middle school kid.

Always had a soft spot for you. Walking you home from school, spending evenings in the library messing around, hanging in the park. Once he joined Big Deal and you started high school, it added some distance between you but Jake still could never get you off his mind.

Eventually reconciling and slow burn into lovers. Dealing with all the usual angst of Jake putting you in danger and risking your safety by being with him. Hint: he gets over it eventually. Or else it turns into angsty regret (my personal fave!).

DG/James Lee

You know him from his James Lee days and go way back. Either classmates together or another very typical show-him-a-little-kindness and then wormed your way into his heart.

Sees you more and more, and no matter what, you're never judgemental of him and you're able to talk to him like a normal human being - which is a rarity. Growing closer together until he starts to confide in you. One day, James just realises you're the closest person to him and he likes you. You have grown and grown on him until it's obvious and completely hits him over the head with it.

Progress into lovers is very straightforward. You stick with him through thick and thin. Even with his transition into DG, you're the one constant in his life that he keeps close by and protects.

Eli Jang

Know Eli from his J-high days and always been good buddies with you. Sure you could tell he's good looking but you didn't put him on a pedestal.

Eventually growing closer to him and also meeting Yenna. Which is a huge step, by the way. Eli is so goddamn protective of her and when you are both introduced he thinks 'huh? this is? nice??'. Loves the idea of a happy family.

Bit of angst dealing with the death of Heather and moving on with you.

+ Daniel Park, Jay Hong, Warren Chae, Hudson Ahn, Kwak bros

Colleague/Crew Member to Lovers

Gun Park/Goo Kim

The third partner and completing the Gun/Goo/You trifecta. Teaming up with Goo to piss off Gun or with Gun to become the sassiest, most fearsome duo and a headache for the blonde.

Eugene/Samuel Seo

Working alongside and rising through the ranks, impressing them with your competency that they have no choice but to take notice of you. They struggle treading the line between professionalism and falling for you.

Jake Kim/Sinu Han

Big Deal crew member, joining and working your way into the Boss's heart. Another one for lots of pining and slow burn as they try not to fall for you because they feel it's pretty inappropriate.

Another favourite little scenario: you working on Big Deal street. Either taking up an empty premise or working in a store or restaurant and catching their eye. Flirtation abound especially when they visit you when you should be working and prove to be an awful distraction.

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hello!! Your fic is so cool and if your request is open, can I request DG x male reader when DG still in his James lee era while reader is the King of Busan

XENIA ゜゜・DG

Xenia, noun: the classical concept of hospitality to strangers. This, unfortunately, includes a wandering dog and his conniving owner—a most irritating, tooth-grinding conundrum the King of Busan has with Charles Choi and his boy-genius. sorry for the wait anon I was away from my laptop for the past week or so! and I couldn't write :'( first meetings and onwards for this particular work haha chicken and egg problem.. haha introspection on business and corruption... haha capitalism pairing: dg (james lee) + male reader warnings: male reader, canon typical violence, arguing (bickering) wc: 3.3k

LOOKISM MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST ・゜・NAVIGATION

In the lengthy chronicles of Charles Choi’s grand plan—to mould the precarious South Korean underground into something far more profitable—James Lee finally came across his very own cause-and-effect conundrum. 

What came first, the chicken or the egg? Plutarch initially posed this question in The Symposiacs: a symbolic tug of war between creator and creation. James supposed, in his bored sort of way, that this question described the relationship between cities and Kings as well. Chronically, objectively, the cities existed first—tall structures and unique ecosystems that forged shadowy figureheads to rule the violent underbelly. But poetically, it was rather hard to ignore the hands etching—pummeling—a pathway for the power to flourish. Without those in charge, what were the cities? And without the cities, who were the people in charge?

Parsing the matter, it distilled into who influenced whom.

Of course, the dazzling sprawl of Busan refracting from the glass under his feet was no exception. Even he, who satiated his youthful wanderlust with blood on his fists, couldn’t deny his reluctance to sully this city more. But, what did it matter? The second most important city in South Korea (some would froth at the mouth and argue it was the first for its gateway to Eurasian trade, or at least for its world-class ports) was built from perfectly respectable trade; but alack! it was also protected by its snarling underworld. It had already been befouled: polluted by fists no better than his, trodden by legs more filthy than his own. Blood and toil smeared its golden sand, and its money was just as dirty.

 Sure, the city was propped up by honourable (hah) commercial deals, but it was shielded by the illicit ones. 

A defiled aegis, if you would.  

It was clear the current glitzy glamour of Busan night-life was carefully orchestrated by someone: from the specific mouthfeel the night air had, to the businesses that ran late into the witching hours. Those mythical beings and chaebols who fed and extracted money from this place, in endless loops, were culpable for these towering skyscrapers and glittering lights. 

Creators. 

In turn, the city cradled your grimy little body—chubby hands wrapping around index fingers of the metaphorical hounds—and made you. 

Did this metropolis represent you, or did you represent the metropolis?

It was not in a polite setting that James Lee scouted the venerable King of Busan: arguably the second most esteemed figurehead for the Kings of South Korea. In theory. In theory, since Busan’s reputation as a hub for trade and exalted trade (rather than the mere cold, hard cash ill-reputed other cities offered Choi) entwined with your own. Except, in practice, you were a far more reticent King than anyone could imagine. A shadow to fade into obliquity more than any other shadow. 

Underbelly, yes. This was the turf you were most at home in; he could forget all about the glamorous, illegal casinos in basements, he could forget about eavesdropping on business moguls and their lackeys, he could forget about waiting in the entertainment districts for the proverbial snake to finally rear his head. 

You were the fucking microcosm of this city: draped with expensive fabric and chainmailed with gold, but the blood on your knuckles stank of impurity. In a parking lot nestled on the outskirts of Busan, he witnessed the King in his court: complete with the luxury, the opulence, and the hamartia of brutality that came with capitalism. Yes, Busan had minted you as a shadowy side to a glitzy coin—as your eyes snapped to where he lounged against concrete, he couldn’t help but observe how your imaginary hackles raised. 

Thwomp. Casually, you tossed the grunt beaten black-and-blue to the frigid asphalt, with the magnanimity of tossing breadcrumbs to ducks in a pond. Like the lackey was the bread and James fucking Lee himself was the duck. A bloodied cheek squished into his sneaker, but you merely stared at him owl-like. No, cat-like, because it seemed to be the same nonplussed stare a cat would give someone after bringing them a dead rat. 

“Nice city.” Since you clearly had no intention of speaking first. Deftly, his fingers unravelled the mystic plastic of a lollipop: popping the cherry-flavoured candy into his mouth to soothe the acerbic irritation he tasted. “You treat all your guests like this, or do kings not follow xenia anymore?” 

It was a rather futile attempt to lighten the mood. After all, if he could help it, he’d rather negotiate to pave the way for the second generation before resorting to throwing his fist. No, that was a lie. His flexing fingers wanted nothing more than to curl into a fist to let off some of the steam he’d garnered from searching for you in this uselessly big city, but fate had him making stupid jokes based on The Odyssey he’d read just last week for his Classics competition. If he rummaged in his pocket, he could probably find the gold medal clanking against hard sweets. 

Your expression changed minutely—a slight disturbance in your brows. They furrowed, and for a brief moment James Lee thought his joke fell flat. With all the blood soaked into your expensive garb, maybe you just valued fists over Homeric hexameter. Violence over prose. Brawns over brains. You slinked like shadows. Crude. Ominous. He could barely see your face even with the city lights flashing neon in the backdrop, but when your loping gait came to a halt, there was an exasperation that afforded more subtle nuance to your character. A bitterness to tinge what he thought was mindlessness. 

“Mr. Lee.” Your voice curled low in your throat, as quick and elusive as mercury, and perhaps just as poisonous. Shadow King of Busan, the man who never introduced himself to you noticed. Silence was golden, and he suddenly understood why Charles Choi so badly wanted sway over the young King in charge of this port city. “I hope you’re aware that beating my subordinates would invalidate any sort of hospitality between us. You’re no god amongst men either, so ritualistic hospitality is a very weak premise to coerce my amiability with. Try again.”

Deity in the flesh. Perhaps James Lee was the closest thing to breaking the limits of humanity, but all men were fallible. That wasn’t what caused his brow to rise though; going in blind may have been risky, but it was worth it to find someone with a silver tongue like this. 

You looked about his age—treading on the precarious cusp between First and Second Generation, fists stained as red as his hair—but you spoke as if you were triple your years. 

“You wanna transfer to my school? It’d be fun to have you in the Debate Club,” he said on a whim, but it wasn’t really a whim either. His instructions were expressly to negotiate with Busan—the city was far too volatile to create a power vacuum in. For cities like Ansan, struggle was welcomed; but Charles Choi had too little of everything to contend with Busan, of all places. Just like in Seoul, the situation would resolve itself, and it was far too soon for the HNH Group to meddle in a place like this. “You talk like a teacher.”

His tone was as syrupy as his candy, but there was half-provocation, half-probing-curiosity entrenched in his cadence. Go on, it coaxed, throw a punch. Argue back. Unorthodox was his means of securing cooperation, but he’d have to be a little unorthodox to secure the deal old man Choi had painstakingly written out. A contract between Elite and the capricious man before him, between HNH Group and the microcosm of Busan himself; it sounded like every capitalist’s wet dream. 

“Good question, kid,” you smiled, but it was less of a smile and more of a sneer as you ghosted closer to him. Kid, like you weren’t one yourself. 

Crack. You stepped, heavy, on the hand of the man you’d pummelled—only his unconscious groan of pain re-alerted James to his existence. “The term isn’t over. You should still be in school. Playing around like this makes me far less likely to listen to whatever you’ve followed me for. Try again.”

The thick scent of metal invaded his personal space as you peeled your black gloves off; the rings beneath them were tinted with the blood that had seeped through the material. Just like that, you callously tossed the garment onto the slumbering man under your feet—though he truly wasn’t sure whether it was a final affront to a beaten man or throwing down the gauntlet towards James Lee himself. 

It was a reminder, once again, to not be hasty. There was the real possibility of fucking Charles Choi several times over if he didn’t get this right, but the thought of his imminent doom didn’t seem all too unappealing. On the contrary, he found his heart beating faster—pulse hot on his tongue as an intriguing challenge presented itself before him. 

“I’m sure your informants have relayed more intel than just my name,” he mirrored the jagged stretch of your lips. The Legend of the First Generation. The Genius. The original, associated with the base moniker of the Ten Geniuses to show just how unparalleled James fucking Lee was. “Take a guess as to how my scholastic life is going, then consider the opportunity that I’m bringing you.”

Ambiguous. His words were dusted with just enough information to seem straight to the point, but vague enough that it was tantalising. A hook to ensnare the snake of Busan himself. And rather than sating the itch in his fists, he found himself looking forward to a parley instead. 

You studied him, appearing to consider his words seriously. Syllables phrased like he was the one with the upper hand, when in fact the HNH group was still tentatively unfurling and in the process of negotiations with both yakuza and Triad alike. He awaited your favourable response, hearing the stats roll into your mind as you calculated the preliminary gains and losses to joining hands with Charles Choi. 

Bloodied fingers tapped a rhythm into your jacket absentmindedly. He watched, anticipating your invitation. 

“Fuck off.”

“Huh?” he spluttered. Maybe he misheard you. Maybe he finally choked on his candy and induced a coma in which he was now dreaming of your response. 

“Your boss sent a high-schooler to broker a deal with Busan.” Your fingers now drummed in irritation against your forearm, but he was just as irritated. He took care of every other prefecture and province, only to have this guy who was his age, nonetheless, tell him his presence wasn’t good enough. Like, what? “Tell old Choi to come himself to negotiate if he wants any sort of foothold in my city. If he truly wanted a respectable contract, why would he send you as a messenger?”

“Excuse me?” If he wasn’t restricted from fighting you—the only exception was valid self-defence—he would’ve made the asshole in front of him eat shit. Alas, Choi wasn’t that generous or lenient. “He sent one of the Ten Geniuses, the primero, for this. I’m one of his greatest assets.”

“Are you a damn car or a person?” you snapped, and it suddenly felt as though he was looking upon an ancient wizard as he lectured a troublemaker outside his tower. His eyelid twitched, and he was finding it quite hard to keep a cool head. “Talking about assets… can’t believe Choi’s sent the guy who’s fucked up all the smaller provinces to deal with us.”

The latter sentence was more grumbled to yourself; it appeared he annoyed you just as much as you annoyed him, which he found a delighted satisfaction in. 

“Tell Elite to come himself,” you uttered finally, not even letting him get in a word edgeways as you ambled back into the shadows—not even sparing a glance for the pile of bodies left in your wake. 

And despite his objective, despite the imminent yelling he’d no doubt face, he couldn’t help but stare at your blood-soaked coat fluttering in the frigid coastal wind. 

Out of hatred, obviously. 

・゜゜・

Charles Choi was a conniving bastard. You already knew it, but seeing him in the reception hall really drove the image home. He was polite, a little too polite; yet as soon as you slid that manila folder across the mahogany table, his demeanour prickled into something knife-like. 

Snake of Busan, you were nicknamed, but this guy was something else entirely. Once he sank his teeth into your determination to keep Busan flourishing, you could practically see his pupils contract into thin slits. Of course you’d dealt with tricky deals. Weaving through negotiation as though it were a riptide was how you clawed your way to the very depth of Busan’s underworld—navigating until you finally found that crown mired in cess. 

Or, more accurately, it was Miss Crystal Choi who’d pierced her venom right where it hurt. A Genius of Business, her father had called her—and boy, did it take all your wit to match her expertise in trade. 

But did he really have to bring that guy along?

The scion of the Geniuses was also in your office, leaning against the wall far behind Elite and his daughter. And though nobody asked for his input—not even old Choi spared his prodigy a glance—it still irritated you to no end that he’d tagged along. A bright, cheerful grin cast the sun against the city nightlife on the top floor of your building—one directed right at you, considering the only other two people he knew had their backs facing him. Quite the foolish move, but you weren’t one to concern yourself with people who were basically daylight robbing you. If the dog they’d raised bit them, all the better.

Or maybe he was beaming right at your bodyguard-turned-assistant, who stood discreetly in the shadows of the blinds: slatted light gently cresting over his tall build. Well. It certainly was one of the less strange things Mr Lee had done.  

Still, for someone who’d been glaring at you just a week ago, the change felt far too eerie to ignore. 

“—and onto the temporary personnel exchange section—” A feeble attempt to pry open the walnut that Busan was, which would only end with the unfortunate bastard failing. You’d choose a loyal subordinate, they’d select someone who was doomed to only grunt work—far from the impenetrable fortress of this building. Boredly, you tapped the pen on the contract, before freezing up at Miss Choi’s next words. “—we’d like to recommend James Lee to transfer to this office.” 

A pen snapped, and ink spilled onto the page. Dumbfounded, you barely registered her sliding over a fresh sheet, as though she knew full well this would happen. 

No, it was no recommendation. Her very mention of his name was a forceful shove of him into your office. No wonder he was grinning like the devil. No wonder he was here in the first place. At that moment, you wanted nothing more than to leave Busan behind. 

Your eye twitched. 

He kept smiling—an ominous prelude to the brimstone and fire you were sure to experience promptly.  

・゜゜・

“Aren’t I a better bodyguard than that useless one you keep around?” 

James Lee had been a bit too quiet these past few days; duly loping around behind the lower-ranked subordinates as they made their rounds, never crossing the proverbial line when you’d handed him his duties as interim grunt. Though, whenever you passed him, his eyes followed the shadows of your fluttering hem—two pinpricks of an arid glare sweeping on your back. 

But James Lee was a dog, and whatever command Elite gave him, he’d obey. Heel. Roll over. Serve under the King of Busan for a month. A jester, if you would, with a leash around his neck that kept drawing more and more blood from him. What were the limits? Just how far would he go for the man with a crimson shadow?

“No,” you said. He stood, far too proud, on a summit of lackeys that had been sent your way by one of the companies who’d attempted to cheat their way to getting a more favourable deal. It would’ve been a simple ambush—one doomed to fail—fated to end with you tossing blood-soaked gloves right on them before you postponed the meeting you were on your way to. 

But not today. It appeared the limit of the dog of Elite was passing up petty competition with the man two paces behind you.

“Unlike you, Song’s actually pleasant to listen to.” Yes, Song wasn’t the most useful of bodyguards point-blank, but it wasn’t like you particularly needed someone to take care of protecting you. He made people lower their guards. And he made a mean cup of tea. “I don’t have any use for you, so you’re still worse.”

“Semantics,” he shrugged. “I made your life much easier, did I not?”

He was smart. Too smart, but you already knew that from the intel that had not yet been erased. Hushed up, because of course Elite would painstakingly conceal his cards. 

And unfortunately, you were always drawn to a risky hand. A pleasure far removed from the mundane violence of your everyday life—a heart-pounding thrill of betting all your chips in a hazardous (though not desperate) gamble. 

“Maybe.” For it was one day removed from the multitudes of late meetings and burdensome glove changes. Your hands weren’t seeped in oily red, sliding and dripping onto your expensive clothes that were tailored—though still felt so fucking ill-fitting that it made you sick—right to your body. 

You considered the man toeing carefully past the dogpile located against a cargo container: donning what could’ve been your life. A beige school uniform, pinkie slightly indented from books and study, pen marks still dotting his fingers. Closer. He ambled lazily to your direction, and as he approached with the dying sun behind him, you could see his smile. Just as languid as the day you first met him, and just as irritating. 

Closer. Strawberry candy laced the iron odour, though you could faintly taste lemon in the profile too—testament to the yellow wrapper stuck crudely on one of the men. Closer—he was far too close now, standing chest to chest while he stared directly at you. 

If there was one thing that came from this ill-fated encounter, it was probably the permanent furrowed brows that decorated your perplexed face—the bloodhound had been reduced to this fluffy thing demanding your attention. 

And it was just as unfortunate that your impression had been chipped away for him too—a King whose expressions were utterly delightful to witness. A straight mouth, grinning ever-so-slightly when a deal went your way. A routine rhythm to your biro tapping your notepad. Eyes that shone with practical constellations as you breathed the briny air of the port in. 

A particularity to the way you treated others, steely to the strong, awkward with the weak. So utterly flustered, when it came to tiny kids tugging on your long coat, or the grandmas you lent your arm to on the streets. If he had to compare it, he’d attribute your personality as a non-Newtonian fluid: your very own mix of cornstarch and water. Tough with pressure, all soft without. 

Like now. 

“Come on,” he whined. Psychologically, he was doing a damn good impression of pitifulness—even if you’d just witnessed him commit a beatdown so one-sided that you could feel the second-hand pain. And little by little, he was watching you falter: breath caught in his throat as he watched your brows default to their furrow once more. “I saved you a good few minutes, didn’t I? Don’t tell me Busan can’t even acknowledge hard work and effort.”

“Fine, whatever,” you crumbled just like that, under the heavy weight of his triumphant eyes. “Good job.”

So cute, he thought, then froze almost immediately the moment the words came to mind.

Fuck. 

・゜゜・

[person25]

So…does DG act like a regular kpop idol? Like, does he make those tiktok videos dancing to his song with other kpop idols to promote?

Imagine seeing the guy who beat the shit out of you doing aeygo. My pride would be in hell, never to be seen again.

imagine being his s/o and watching act all sweet on tv and he comes home with his real personality💀

ALSO i need to know what kind of music he makes bc i NEED to see him singing and dancing Rover (by KAI)

I need an in depth abt his idol life right now.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Lookism x Reader: "What are we?"

G/N. Relationship questions. Goo, Johan, Gun, Jake, DG, Samuel, Ryuhei. Masterlists

"What are we?" You blurt out. It gurgles up your throat and past your lips.

The question is unprompted. In truth it was something constantly running through your mind though you had never discussed it.

He stares, for a moment, like a deer caught in headlights before regaining his composure.

A sly smile slithers over Goo's face.

Even his glasses seem to somehow glint playfully in the light.

"What was that, sweetheart?" He asks, tilting his ear closer to you.

He knows that you know that he heard you perfectly yet he still likes to be difficult.

"Nothing," you mutter, rolling your eyes as dots of pink appear on your cheek.

His smile grows at your reaction. "Really, nothing?" You ignore him. "Didn't sound like nothing."

"..."

"Sound like you asked what we," he gestures at you and him, "are."

"Why are you being an asshole if you heard me then," you snap and he shrugs, unperturbed by your insult.

"Don't be like this," Goo purrs, slinging an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close, other hand adjusting his glasses. "You're mine, and that would make me yours."

Ugh. You had considered shoving him off until he said that. He always knows what to say to keep you sweet and you're an absolute sucker for his unhinged charms.

"Happy, cupcake?"

Yeah, you're very happy. But you still refuse to look at him, even as a smile settles on your face.

.

.

"What?" Johan asks.

"What do you mean what?"

"I mean what-" he abruptly stops and clears his throat, face flushed. He looks anywhere but at you. A fascinating spot on the wall, a stain on the floor, somewhere over the horizon that he's contemplating sprinting off to.

"What were you going to say?"

Mustering up all his courage, he manages not to run off. Instead, he mumbles something under his breath that you can't catch.

"What?" You ask and god, if you say what one more time, you're going to fling yourself into incoming traffic.

Johan looks physically pained, as if he would rather go ten rounds with Gun Park than repeat what he said. But he can do this. He isn't a coward.

... That doesn't mean he needs to look at you while he says it though.

"You're Eden and Miro's favourite person. We talk about getting more puppies together. We do everything together." His ears glow bright red. "You met my mom. She talks about you all the time. She keeps giving me advice-"

"Ok, ok," you grin, taking his hand. Bless his sweet tortured soul, because he hasn't really officially said you're together but you can take a hint. "I guess it sounds like you're my boyfriend."

With a sigh of relief, Johan turns to you wearing a soft smile. "Yeah. I guess I am."

.

.

"You're not clear?" Gun asks with an eyebrow arched.

He looks pointedly at you wandering half naked in his home, his shirt you're wearing barely covering your ass.

"I just-" you bluster, yanking the offering garment lower and likely stretching it but fuck it. "We never said."

Gun gives you a look. One when he thinks you're being particularly insolent or ignorant.

"Don't I spend all my spare time with you?"

"Yes but-"

"Don't I give you complete access to every part of me?"

"Yes-"

"Didn't I introduce you to Charles?"

"And Goo." You add with a grin as Gun's jaw tightens. The latter was unplanned and unwanted. Goo had practically stalked him to his date and then played a very chatty third wheel.

He ignores your comment, just like he tends to ignore most things to do with Goo. "I thought it was obvious I can't see a future without you."

"Oh." You feel the grin tugging at your lips.

"Now are you clear?" Gun asks, eyes warm and lips lifted too as you nod.

.

.

"We?" Jake gives you a full toothy grin.

"Us."

"Our relationship?"

"Yes," you press, giving him a fond shove.

"Well," he starts ticking off his fingers, "Somehow I think Jerry is more loyal to you than me. Brad thinks you're more fun. Jason prefers you as the boss. Lua just prefers you fullstop. And I'm sure Lineman is even more in love you with you than I am-"

Jake slams his mouth shut. His eyes widen as he realises what he just confessed.

He was supposed to joke around how you've usurped him as the actual boss of Big Deal and he's now your lowly peon doing your bidding.

Not that he’s in-

It should be obvious to anyone with eyes that you're together. That Jake is your boyfriend. It's nice, he guesses, to officially confirm that and put that little worried wrinkle between your brows to rest.

But it is far far too early for him to throw the 'L' word around. He's worried about scaring you off and burdening you with more than you can bear-

"Hmm," you cut in on his spiralling thoughts, tapping your finger on your chin thoughtfully "I dunno. I think Lineman is even more in love with my boyfriend than I am."

Your words sink in. Jake turns to you, grin on his face once more and presses a kiss to your cheek. "Sounds like we both have competition."

.

.

"About that," DG starts, and your heart sinks.

That surely isn't a good sign, right?

"What do you think?" He slides over a piece of paper to you and you find a press release printed.

Your eyes clock the picture of you two, looking very cosy and coupley - his arm around you and your head on his shoulder. It's a very flattering picture of him, although when is this guy not photogenic? It's not a bad one of you either.

Beneath it sits a few lines. You scan over the words. 'Relationship', 'Dating', 'Respectful', 'Privacy' stand out.

You glance up to find him staring intently back at you. Leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees and fingers steepled together.

It's a tell. You know him well enough by now to see that his nerves are flaring beneath the cool mask.

This is a big step for him, but an even bigger ask for you. To subject yourself to the limelight and his fans and accept who he is, the life he lives.

There was never any doubt.

"It's great." You grin, and he gazes at you, half lidded and with a small smile. 

.

.

"Whatever you want us to be," Samuel says with a smirk, and you internally frown at him, batting the ball so easily back into your court.

You suppose you only have yourself to blame.

You should know by now he would be avoidant when there's a lot to lose.  That overplaying his hand means showing you too much of his vulnerability.

Although you had really hoped by now it was obvious how you felt about him

"But-" he continues, curling himself around your back and wrapping his arms around you, "I think I've settled into the position of boyfriend well."

His lips, time and time again, is drawn to the sensitive spot on your neck.

"Don't you agree?" He asks before nipping at your skin.

You breath hitches and you stammer your agreement.

.

.

"I've been wanting to ask you this at a better time," Ryuhei scratches awkwardly at the back of his head.

“Ask me what?”

He mumbles to himself in his native tongue, as if praying for courage and trying to steel himself.

"Are you ok?" You ask, watching him fumble inside his long coat.

"Never better!" He says though he's now grown paler than you have ever seen and there's a sheen of sweat across his brow.

He lunges forward, landing on one knee with a painful thud as you take a step back.

Wincing, he snaps open a ring box with the biggest diamond you have ever seen.

"Oh my god, our first date was only two months ago!" You say at the same time as he asks-

"Will you marry me?"

[k-dokja]

I don't know if anyones said this, but can you pls do one with James lee giving reader head? When he has red hair, and I don't rlly mind the gender😞🙏

Ive had a red haired James lee obsession for the past month help

Honestly, I write so much cunnilingus that I don't know what I have written and what I haven't.

As always AFAB reader. NSFW is under the cut.

You look pretty like this, he thinks.

Cheeks flushed, hair a mess, your eyes glare up at him like he's not the one making you soaking wet. Or maybe that's why you're glaring at him? He can't tell. But you're a sight worth savouring, with your lips swollen, both above and below, but he has an inkling that you'd smack him if he said that.

"All for me?" James teases, pushing your legs back to your chest. It's an overkill seeing how he hasn't decided to sheath his cock inside you yet, but it doesn't matter.

When he returns to sopping wet cunt, your legs are thrown over his shoulder, and his nails dig into your thighs as he drags his tongue over your folds. James delights in the way your body shivers under his ministrations. His lips press over you and he sucks on your clit. Your hips stutter into his mouth, hands desperately scrambling to seek purchase on the mattress.

He gives you no time to recover, instead sliding his hands over the flesh of your hips, giving it a bruising squeeze as if you are something to be claimed. His tongue burrows itself in your clenching, tight warmth.

"J-James," You whine, the sound keening and high at the first feel of the heat and his expert movements.

James hums with pleasure as he tastes you before swiping up over your bud and then returning back down, sucking your folds into his mouth. You try to buck up to him, but his hold on your hips keeps you down on the mattress. His iron grip on you never wavers as he keeps you spread open, and the control he has is overbearing as he wrings your arousal from you.

Without thinking, your hand shoots downwards between your legs and grabs a handful of his hair. Your fingers tighten on his red locks, curling your hands until they're knuckles-white.

You can hear the squelch of his movements as he groans into you, the vibrations going straight to your cunt. Just as soon, James pulls back from you with a smug grin on his face. "Somebody is impatient."

"Stop teasing me," you grumble, pushing his head back down between your legs. He doesn't oblige immediately, turning to kiss the inside of your thigh, wiping some of your juice on the soft skin.

"I'm an artist at work, you have to let me take my time," he nibbles on your sensitive flesh. Your legs squeeze around his face in warning, but the smile curving up his lips foretells you that it was a wrong move to take.

James leaves one of your thighs to slip his hand between your legs. Before you have the chance to say anything, his fingers rub down on your folds, his thumb rubbing on your clitoral hood before slipping one inside. A lazy smile overtakes his lips when you clench down on him. He pumps in and out of you at a leisurely pace, adding another finger inside your warm wetness. His tongue laves at your folds in tandem with his fingers, working you to your limit as your breaths grow heavier and heavier.

"James…" You breathe out, tugging at his hair. He knows what you're begging for, but he decides to ignore it in favour of focusing on the task. His fingers slip further inside you, stretching you open for him before curling them roughly into the sensitive bundle of nerves. A strangled cry escapes your lips as your body shudders under his tongue.

You grip his hair hard, your nails digging into his scalp as his thumb rubs firm circles over your engorged bud. "Come for me, babe," he croons, kissing your inner thigh. And you do.

As the first spasms begin, your walls clamp down on his fingers, keeping him inside you. Your overwhelmed cries fill his ears while James doesn't stop lapping at you. The sounds and feeling as he works your cunt, the smell of your sex mingling with the sweat, and musk glaze your eyes over. He pushes his fingers deeper and deeper until you can't take it and calls out his name with the onset of your release. "Good girl," he praises you, cooing at you as your cunt is overtaken by the vicious contractions, your orgasm taking hold and rocking you as he feeds from your sex.

James then covers your entire cunt with his tongue and feels your every convulsion as you ride through this orgasm. He licks up all you can give him. With his arm braced and his palm over your breast, he can feel your body heaving for every gulp of air.

Your hand stays in his hair, the fingers flexing as your hips roll into his mouth.

He pulls away with a sigh, giving you a final suck along your folds. The light touches send a last shot of white-hot pleasure and it robs your breath for a moment.

You're left boneless, unable to lift your head and look at him properly, now spread boneless on the mattress. You weakly tremble as his thumbs slide over your swollen, aching bud, a final gentle rub-over before he takes his hand away entirely.

The hand on your chest slides away, resting lightly over your hip. You keep your gaze lidded as James rises over you again and, with great strength, lifts your hip off the ground and pulls you against him as he moves to sit on his knees. Your legs clench up to his waist in surprise at the sudden movement as he cradles your ass in his palms.

The smell of your arousal is thick in his nose, and his erection strains to the point where he can no longer ignore the growing hardness in his underwear. From that alone he can tell that the fabric is already nearly fraying to contain him, and his cock bobs even harder. "Seems like we have a little situation here…" James quips, lowering you against him as he shimmies down his underwear. His erection springs free from the confine, the thickness of it is heavy on your skin. Your slit is still oozing from before, dripping along your folds.

James smirks, bucking his hips into yours. A surprise moan escapes you. The head of his cock catches your entrance and slips an inch in before he's met with your body's resistance. "Ready for more?"

[kaiseinx]

imagine. (fem reader :((, sorry blud)

James lee as a boyfriend and Diego kang as a husband.

you may ask what's the difference? it's very different.

Being James lee girlfriend especially if you're shorter than him, your nickname is "shorty" (Indonesia kamu dipanggilnya "bocil" :P)

James lee is different than Diego kang, Diego kang surely have experience with woman, but James lee is not really. Sure he might have some fangirls but he's not interested in any romantic relationship.

he might like to be praised about his skill or looks, even if it's just a little detail about him that change and you notice, he'll be happy.

meanwhile Diego kang is used to praised. praised won't really affect him too much.

Diego kang is used to keep a good expression, while James lee not.

you can see if James is mad or annoyed by looking at his face, but if you look at Diego's face, it's neutral and hard to guess unless he lets his emotion control him and let his guard down then it's possible to read him by his face.

James likes sweet, he probably have a sweet tooth, meanwhile Diego have it too, just don't eat it too much to not have a scandal about his carrier as an idol by eating too much sweets.

James lee will tell everyone that you're his girlfriend (if he wants to, he can also keep your relationship a secret if he finds that it'll be a nuisance if anyone knows) Diego doesn't. he's keeping your relationship and him a secret. from the media, or anyone “close” to him. Only the people he really trust with his life knows about you.

the problem is, he never trust anyone with his life.

but both is not interested in children. James is because he wants to have a “perfect” body, while Diego is because children could get in his way on getting revenge on Charles Choi and might be a weakness to him.

James is fine with a partner who can't really fight. He doesn't have a problem with it. But Diego is not. he makes sure u can protect yourself and train you himself cause he didn't really trust anyone.

James lee is "wear anything you like, I can fight" but Diego kang is "I can fight but cover yourself up"

(u can walk in tank top and shorts with James lee but you gotta disguise yourself up with Diego cause of fangirls, fanboys, stalker, and such things).

[amphitriteswife]

Would you love me if i was a worm?

The question made you pause your youtube video. You turned around and looked at Jeagyeon who was staring into your soul with slippers on and his legs crossed on your bed. His eyes held an almost scary type of ‘say yes.’ In them. Where did this question even come from? Was he going trough an insecure episode? ‘First of all, get those dawgs onto the floor. Second of all. No.’ Jaegyeon gasped loudly. He seemed genuinely surprised by your answer. He expected you to actually say yes, maybe even a cute little joke or a wholesome idea. Not a no. You can’t say no to him. He doesn’t accept no’s. ‘Excuse me?’ He asked you offended, his hand on his chest with narrowed eyes. A few gasps and scoffs could be heard as they left his mouth. The way he looked around as if someone had slapped him mixed with the genuine emotion of hurt was making you hold in your breath. ‘this is not funny! I am hurting.’ He stated bluntly while his eyes shot daggers at you. ‘Now you’re just being dramatic.’ ‘I’m going to die now because of you.’ Drama queen🙄

‘I would probably sit on you by accident.’ You told the blonde haired man, still facing your screen and not paying attention to him. Just until a second ago he was busy rummaging trough your stuff and asking stupid question. He was bored okay? And you not paying attention to him didn’t help either. He couldn’t help but be sulky, Yet your answer made him stop his sulkiness and frown instead. He couldn’t help but think for a moment…it’s not that bad to be honest. He did expect a better answer…but it could’ve been worse right? At least that’s what he hopes. Goo left your drawer full of messed up clothes alone and instead jumped on you, his head resting on your shoulder. He didn’t seem too sulky anymore and instead gave you a kiss on the cheek ‘well at least i’ll get to suffocate cause of your butt’ ‘that’s not-’ ‘I would love to die like that..not even jonggun can surpass that.’

‘No ew you’re gross and dirty then.’ The answer made James a little disheartened, he expected you to actually say yes, maybe with a kiss too. He would’ve done it. His face fell from a wholesome and romantic look to a deadpanned one, just for a second, a split second, you could see the hint of anger in his eyes before he smiled at you. It was a creepy smile. One that looked very happy and cheerful. Eyebrows raised, eyes closed and a rather wide smile, he only did that when he was putting up his idol image…or when he was super mad. It made you feel a little bad for him…’i’m sorry.’ ‘Don’t be. Your answer was honest.’ ‘No really i am sorry.’ ‘As i said, it’s okay i’m fine.’ ‘I was trying to be funny.’ ‘I know’ ‘please. I didn’t mean to hurt you.’ ‘I know…’ ‘…did i make you sad?’ ‘…..no….’ You could see him clench his jaw before he stood up and went to the balcony. He somehow forgot to either close the curtains or forgot that the balcony was made from see through glass. Because the next 10 minutes you could see him scream out his lungs and fight himself, both verbally and physically. It was pretty funny to see since you couldn’t hear anything because the glass was soundproof, only a tweaking pink james on the balcony.

That’s it yall thank yall for reading🫶

[zaiisaii]

James Lee ✋☹️ Him in his stupidly cute pink hair acting unfazed to anything and everything as if he already see things coming long ago. The THINGSSSS I will sacrifice just to make him lose his cool and become a complete total mess 🗣🗣🗣

LOOKISM

⋆ — risks w/ .ᐟ ﹙james lee﹚ .

warning:: gender neu. reader , sub character & nsfw .

the best way to break him is to take risks.

he’s a famous idol. his pink hair catches lots of attention. who wouldn't be able to tell it was him by the way he sounds? his voice is magnificent and distinguishable and he is aware of it, so he has to hold it in.

“s...stop, not here...” james, or dg as he was famously known, whispers to you. you chuckle and shake your head. your hand slipping into your pocket to turn the vibrator on. his breath hitches, electricity shooting up his spine. he straightens up immediately.

a couple of heads turn to the masked man's tense body only to quickly turn away when he glares at them. james fixes his posture quickly, the usual calm and collected male always loses himself when taking risks.

he glances down to the tent in his pants. there's a patch of wetness leaking through. your eyes watch his expression.

not a single thought ran through his head.

you clicked your tongue and pushed him even further. he grits his teeth when he feels the vibrations heighten.

his eyebrows knit together in worry. his breathing is chopped yet quiet. he brings a hand up to fix his cap, pushing further down to hide his glossy eyes.

james is a hard one to break.

but little by little you can do it.

that being said now that you turned the volume up to the highest settings.

there's a soft vrrr emitting from inside his pants. over the loud crowd, no one but maybe you and him could hear. still, he was failing to keep his composure.

he almost curls into himself if you hadn't fixed his posture. this action only caused the toy inside him to directly kiss his prostate.

he jolts.

"get up," you say, a sly smile playing on your lips. james pulls at his pants subtly, they felt too tight... "if you collapse now, everyone will know."

his knees buckle, gaze flicking to the people around him. they sang along to a girl group's performance. james breath faltered when his eyes met yours, his ears were burning red and he looked so, so pathetic.

it was the most desperate you have ever seen him.

"please..." he begs. so quiet, the wind almost takes it. you tilt your head slightly. he whimpers, even louder this time. "p-please, please."

"what is it?"

he shivers, wiping his sweaty palms on his coat. he swallows the lump in his throat. "i don't want to finish here..."

"come on," you dragged out, your nimble fingers reaching for the hem of his coat. you pulled it down to hide the huge bulge in his pants. he's lucky his pants are dark.

"if you leave now, surely someone will be suspicious." you wave at his fans from afar, and it catches his attention. they cheer his name causing him to turn a darker shade of red. "hurry up."

james shakes his head, gasping through his mask. "n-not here, please. please (name)."

you don't pay any attention to it. he quickly grasps your hand, panting even louder for you to at least show him some mercy.

boom!

some stage props shoot out confetti concealing his every noise from everyone around the two of you.

a mewl escapes him as he shut his eyes tightly, a few tears slipping down his face. he spurts everything out, the patch of cum growing even more in his pants.

your smile widens, and you turn the vibrator off. he clenches around it with every inhale of breath, whimpering as quietly as he could.

he glares at you through his wet lashes.

"wasn't that hard, was it?"

[lookismfanfics]

𝐁𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬

Note: I have a couple of requests that I’m still working on in my drafts, which I’m very excited about, but this idea came to me and I figured I’d release some fluff while I can~ ♡︎

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of abuse, implied nudity (sfw), mentions of violence, blood, mild cursing. James’ is angsty and went off track of being “fluffy” and “bubble bath-y”.

Warren • Eli • Olly • Vasco • Jerry • Brad • James • Samuel

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧

🝮 You rap your knuckles lightly against the bathroom door, staring down at the grimy wood floor.

🝮 “Can I come in?”

🝮 There’s a pause before Warren replies. You hear the water churning, and listen as he heaves a shaky sigh

🝮 “Yeah… come in.” His voice is slightly muffled, but you swing open the door anyway

🝮 You would’ve never pictured yourself in this situation. Never in a million years.

🝮 You stare at Warren, eyes quickly glossing over his tightly formed muscles covered in bruises, making your way to his side in the dingy bathtub.

🝮 Warren sits still, avoiding eye contact as you squeeze more soap into the water.

🝮 “This was the only stuff I could find,” you say apologetically, pouring in a good portion of the bubbles

🝮 Soon the dank hotel bathroom smells like honeysuckle and the tub is filled with sudsy puffs of foam.

🝮 Warren closes his eyes, turning his face away from you.

🝮 His attempts to hide the hue of color rising to his cheeks fails, and you will away the smirk that threatens to form at the sight.

🝮 You and Warren are only in that broken down hotel because A, it’s the only place you could afford, and B, he was running away again.

🝮 Max and Derek were off on their own… Warren lost track of them after their first encounter with the police.

🝮 So here you were, sitting with Warren in a cheap hotel, tending to him after he got himself in another fist fight.

🝮 “Another win?” You ask, wetting your washcloth with the warm water.

🝮 Warren nods, finally looking at you. You’re perched on the side of the tub, a concerned expression adorning your features.

🝮 Warren feels a hollow drop in his stomach, feeling exposed beneath your heavy gaze.

🝮 Your thumbpad rubs slow circles against his jaw as the both of you fight off embarrassment, your warm fingers soothing your pounding hearts

🝮 The washcloth dabs away at the blood on his neck as you slowly clean off his cuts and scrapes.

🝮 “How long (do I have to stay with) you (in this) stupid (place?)” he grumbles, feeling a touch of guilt for dragging you into his mess and forcing you into this awkward situation.

🝮 Why are you suddenly looking at him like that?

🝮 “Warren I don’t think you finished your sentence…” you glare, wiping away at the dry blood on his pectorals.

🝮 “(Oh…) sorry.”

🝮 Warren’s face continues to heat up with embarrassment as your eyes roam over his body. You yourself feel your cheeks growing warm.

🝮 “Once I finish up we should head to bed. I’ll take you to Hostel in the morning,” you murmur quietly.

🝮 Warren stares at the foamy bubbles, his expression gone blank

🝮 The warm water, earthy smell, and gentle scrubs slowly melt him as he relaxes into the tub.

🝮 You wash off the bloody towel in the sink, glancing over at Warren’s athletic form.

🝮 “…It was bad again… wasn’t it?” You ask quietly, ringing out the cloth with pruned hands.

🝮 You aren’t talking about the street fight.

🝮 Warren subconsciously closes his legs, his hands moving to his thighs and mindlessly drawing foamy bubbles closer to himself

🝮 “(Well) he was mad (about the runaway thing). He got on me for (not finishing) my sentences.”

🝮 You nod, approaching Warren once again.

🝮 Your hands move over his body tenderly, scrubbing him down with a gentle touch.

🝮 The sweet-smelling bubbles float into your face and hair, curtesy of Warren “accidentally” splashing you.

🝮 You assume most of the bruises below his waistline are from the caretaker… and are sure to be gentle as you scrub down there

🝮 The dank bathroom, filled with the warm smell of honeysuckle, is where Warren drifts off to sleep. You use the towel to ruffle his hair and help him out of the bath. All those foamy bubbles are down the drain.

𝐄𝐥𝐢

🝮 “Eli you should take a bath…” you had told him.

🝮 He had been sitting on the couch, staring up at the ceiling while he rubbed at his arms and legs.

🝮 “It’s okay, I already showered. I’m more sore than I am dirty,” he looked at you, smiling tersely.

🝮 You deadpanned, and gave him a how-could-you-be-so-stupid look.

🝮 You told him the facts: taking a warm bath would help sooth his aching muscles, and that he should try it if he wanted some relief.

🝮 He was a real lazy-teen-dad about it until you started running the water. 🥔

🝮 “Too late to turn back now, bro.” You crossed your arms and smirked. (Sally was very proud of you)

🝮 So that’s how you ended up here…

🝮 You’re looking through the cabinets, avoiding looking behind you as Eli lays naked in the hot tub, most likely giving you a dead glare.

🝮 You look for the bubble bath solution- the athletic soap that you had given Warren for Christmas.

🝮 It’s not there… and the only alternative you can find is…

🝮 “Yenna will be so pleased…” you grimace, squeezing more of the baby-bubble solution into the tub.

🝮 It smells almost unnatural- like baby powder or something.

🝮 Eli doesn’t seem to notice. He leans his head back against the tile, closing his eyes in contentment.

🝮 You avoid staring until the suds of bubbles have completely covered his lower areas. After all, you gotta be polite around Big Daddy.

🝮 On your knees, you kneel down beside Eli, scrubbing at his shoulders with your soapy washcloth

🝮 You don’t notice, but he opens his eyes to look at you

🝮 Eli has always seen you from a special perspective. That’s what how he pictures as you lean over him, hands gently and meticulously rubbing up and down his biceps; his eyes dark but soulful, watching you as though someday he’s going to loose you… and if he blinks you might disappear; you’re special.

🝮 You feel the damp warmth of of his hand cupping the back of your neck, prompting you to catch Eli’s gaze.

🝮 He’s barely a breath away, his lips closer to your face than you can remember.

🝮 “(Y/N)…”

🝮 The door creaks open.

🝮 Your sandals slip on the wet floor.

🝮 A spray of bubbles and bath water accompany your splash as you flip into the tub

🝮 Eli: 😨😳🫣

🝮 You: 😶‍🌫️

🝮 Sally: 😲

🝮 Sally slams the door shut, apologizing profusely, leaving you and Eli helpless in the bathtub.

🝮 “I’m so sorry! Sorry! I was just coming to bring you Warren’s bath soap!”

🝮 Eli casts you a sharp glance, evidently embarrassed and trying desperately to redirect his attention.

🝮 “(Y/N)… whose soap is this…?” 🫧

𝐎𝐥𝐥𝐲

🝮 You kneel down by the side of the tub awkwardly, placing the container of bubble bath solution on the base.

🝮 “Does it feel nice?” Is the only lame remark that comes to your mind.

🝮 Olly is oddly quiet, leaning his head back onto the wall and absorbing in the steam.

🝮 “Feels awesome!”

🝮 You smile, once again feeling awkward, mindlessly poking your finger into the water.

🝮 ❗️

🝮 “OUCH! OLLY-!” You yank your finger out from the piping hot water, wiping the flushed tip against your shirt.

🝮 He looks at you, startled, his emotions a flurry of turmoil

🝮 “What the hell?!” He exclaims

🝮 You shoot him a sharp glance, turning down the water knob to a colder setting

🝮 “That water is burning hot Big Daddy…” you murmur, sliding your fingers into the water to check the temperature.

🝮 Olly doesn’t say anything; he wordlessly grabs the soap and bath bomb dunks it into the cooler water.

🝮 “I mean I knew it was hot! I’m not that stupid-!” He laughs, splashing you with the newly formed suds of bubbles

🝮 They smell like herbs… but you turn your nose up in disgust nonetheless

🝮 “You just couldn’t tell it was burning your skin?” You ask, grabbing his pink-washed arm and scrubbing with the bath sponge.

🝮 He nods, using his free hand to push back the dreadlocks that fall onto his forehead.

🝮 “Please wash your hair—”“Nope!”

🝮 More puffs of bubbles launch into the air as Olly flicks water at you, “You’re such a buzz-kill! It pisses me off!”

🝮 You glare at him steely. However… you’re aware violence won’t work on him… and you’re technically below him in the ranks.

🝮 “…Can you stop training with that guy? He’s not teaching you proper hygienics.”

🝮 Olly grows silent, sinking into the foamy water with a quiet “shut up…”

🝮 You wipe off the dry blood from the dips and grooves in his toning muscles, ever-so-gently.

🝮 Olly knows that his body is temporary— he’s wasting it imprudently and he needs to be more careful. But it confuses him as to why you, of all people, are so gentle with him.

🝮 Even if your touch feels dull and light against his skin; he can sense you treat him gingerly, like he’s fragile or something. (Which he is… and he knows it.)

🝮 He catches your eyes roaming freely down his tattered body, ogling at the bruises and scratches that would’ve winded a normal person.

🝮 He splashes you with more bubbles.

🝮 Why do you have to be so serious all the time?!

🝮 It’s killing the mood…

🝮 And it’s making him blush.

𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐨

🝮 You walk into the bathroom and it smells like peaches.

🝮 The tub is already filled, and you’ve already inserted the bath-bomb. The surface of the water is dyed orange and cream; little bubbles hide in the corners of the tub.

🝮 “You can get in now,” you call. “The water’s ready.”

🝮 You remain squatted by the side of the tub, but your eyes are glued to the ground. You’re not looking up, no matter how much you may or may not want to. Vasco made you swear it.

🝮 You hear his bare feet slap against the bathroom tiles, and listen as he sucks in an awed breath.

🝮 “That’s what the bathbomb does?” His voice sounds deep and monotonous, but you can sense his radiating excitement. Knowing Vasco, he’s probably flushed with pleasure.

🝮 “Uh huh. Hop on in.”

🝮 He’s sweet… he didn’t want to embarrass you by flaunting his impressive physique around the bathroom without any clothes on.

🝮 And yet you sit there by his side, pouring soap onto a bath sponge, clearly still embarrassed.

🝮 Once he’s actually in the tub, and the colored water has completely covered the things you aren’t allowed to see… it’s smooth sailing.

🝮 Euntae eases into the tub, dozing off and relaxing. You can’t help but smile; you had been absolutely right when you told him that he’d like it.

🝮 He was more sore than usual, apparently, so you had suggested an ice bath or a hot soak. Jace agreed… as long as you took care of the whole thing.

🝮 “I’m not the one he’s in love with,” he waved dismissively, smirking in satisfaction with the way you grew silent.

🝮 “Jace he loves you more than he loves me…” you had insisted, but it was no use.

🝮 Vasco turns to you, a goofy smile on his face, his expression tender.

🝮 “Do you wanna get in with me?” “Euntae!”

🝮 You flick water at him, shaking your head defiantly, trying to hold back your smile.

🝮 “Do you?” His smile only broadens.

🝮 You shrug, lazily splashing more water in his direction.

🝮 Who would’ve guessed that one move would be the downfall of your peaceful bath.

🝮 Vasco, in short, still hasn’t mastered the art of restraint when it comes to water fights.

𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲

🝮 The door into the sitting room opens, and you quickly sweep your eyes around for anyone nearby.

🝮 Surely the world hates you. You grimace, opening the door fully to face the wrath of Big Deal’s number three, four, and six.

🝮 You walk with feigned confidence over to the grocery bag near the table, rummaging through the inside anxiously.

🝮 Brad and Lineman watch you from the couch; The former sets his drink down to observe you better. Neither of them say anything, but they draw Jason’s attention to you.

🝮 “What’re you doing?” he asks accusingly, effectively halting your movements with little to no effort.

🝮 “I’m trying to find the soap…” you reply offhandedly, keeping your eyes on the bag as you finally find the container.

🝮 “Who needs soap?” Brad chimes in with a tone leagues less intimidating than Jason’s.

🝮 “Uh- Jerry,” you answer nonchalantly, straightening up with a blank expression.

🝮 As usual, the subject of Jerry Kwon is one you handle with calculated disinterest. You don’t smile when you mention him, you keep your expression indifferent and make an effort not to appear otherwise.

🝮 And yet, somehow, even Brad and Lineman get the impression that there’s more to it than that.

🝮 Jason in particular sees straight through your bluffs, eyeing you steely with a hint of annoyance. He’s guessed there’s more to your feelings for Big Deal’s number two than meets the eye.

🝮 But can he call you out on it? No.

🝮 “What does he need soap for?” he quips, crossing his legs and staring at you expectantly.

🝮 “He’s taking a bath…?” Once again, you regulate the amount of emotion you express. You don’t show the slightest hint of giddiness of embarrassment.

🝮 “Anyways, I’m off guys~ Jerry needs me.”

🝮 And with that you leave the room, swinging the door shut behind you and making your way towards the bathroom.

🝮 You knock courteously, but before he can answer you’ve opened the door and thrown the bottle of soap across the bathroom. You hear it plop into the water; your eyes are squeezed shut as you close the door behind you.

🝮 “Pour it all in, okay? I’m not opening my eyes until the bubbles are all sudsy.”

🝮 Jerry just sits there with the canister of bubble bath soap in his hands, his large body feeling uncomfortable and cramped in the dingy bathtub, blood still trickling down his forearms. He’s frozen for a solid thirty seconds… and then he obeys

🝮 You don’t look until you feel a damp foam land on your nose, and your eyes shoot open.

🝮 Jerry looks innocent, pretending he totally-did-not-just-splash-you-with-bubbles. You rub your nose, glaring playfully.

🝮 “You just let the kids hit you?” You ask quietly, readying the washcloth in the sink. In your peripherals you catch Jerry nodding.

🝮 “I didn’t want to hurt them. I think they were on something…”

🝮 You smile musingly; typical Jerry. You toss the washcloth at him to use, preparing another one for yourself.

🝮 For the next half hour or so you sit by his side, wiping away at the scrapes and bruises on his arms and on his knuckles.

🝮 Do you both feel incredibly shy? Yes. Who wouldn’t feel shy when they’re in a room with the biggest hunk who happens to be naked. And besides, Jerry is Jerry. What’s not to feel flustered about? And who wouldn’t feel shy, being in the bathtub completely naked with arguably the most attractive member of Big Deal? After all… (Y/N) is (Y/N).

🝮 “Talk about puppy love,” Brad laughs, staring down the hallway and listening to the rumble of your voice mingled with Jerry’s.

🝮 Jason rolls his eyes, “They’re messing with Jerry’s head. They should just get a room already.”

🝮 Lineman glances wonderingly between the other two, “How long has this been going on?”

🝮 “Forever.”

𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝

🝮 Brad doesn’t know what to think…

🝮 The warm glow of the scented candles littering the room is the only light source in the bathroom. They’re everywhere, scattered against the rim of the tub and across the sink counter.

🝮 A few bubbles float across the transparent water, but he doesn’t complain. He never complained in the first place. He never even asked for this.

🝮 And— there you are again, swinging open the door with a bundle of items in your arms.

🝮 Brad has been watching you bustle in and out for ten minutes…

🝮 You can’t help it, honestly, there’s just a lot of things you had planned and now you’re forgetting everything 😔

🝮 You kneel beside the tub, placing your items on the floor, “Okay, I got a couple different soap brands because I wasn’t sure which scent you’d like… uhm,” you glance up to meet his gaze

🝮 Brad just stares at you, listening attentively with a slight furrow in his brow. You quickly look down again, unable to maintain eye contact at the moment.

🝮 “So… yeah. I also brought some bath bombs— they’ll just color the water and stuff. And then here’s the sponge and-”

🝮 “(Y/N)…?” He interjects uncertainly, “Why are you so nervous?”

🝮 Ugh… oh well

🝮 You shrug, keeping your gaze fixated on the floor

🝮 Brad’s damp finger drags beneath your chin to meet your eyes, concern washed over his features.

🝮 Rizz 🕺

🝮 “I knew Big Deal’s (Y/N) (L/N) was a bit overrated… but I never figured they were a downright tomato.”

🝮 “I don’t blush you twerp!” You smack the side of his head

🝮 Brad just sinks into the water, a lighthearted smile on his lips, clearly smug.

🝮 “Whatever hippo,” you battle off your embarrassment (do I really turn red? Is that possible? With my complexion can you even tell?) and toss in a pink bath bomb

🝮 And for the rest of the time you enjoy your little self-care date; basking in the aroma of the scented candles, soaking in the warmth of the water (or at least Brad does).

🝮 Brad is eventually convinced to turn into Brenda, and gives you a manicure

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

🝮 The bathroom is small and steamy.

🝮 It’s a three-in-one… hair, body, and bubble bath. It claims to calm and smooth children, and apparently smells like lavender.

🝮 That’s the soap you pour into the tub anyways, even if lavender isn’t his favorite scent.

🝮 Soon the fluffy white bubbles are dyed rustic red, and the water turns a light copper. The shower head sprays water into his sweaty flop of hair; trails of blood and water wash down the sides of his sickeningly blank face.

🝮 You turn off the shower, facing him with a sigh.

🝮 James Lee just sits there, returning your gaze with an expression of pure boredom.

🝮 His messy array of red hair blends in perfectly with the blood staining his hands. You kneel beside him, grabbing a washcloth and beginning to scrub away at the metallic liquid.

🝮 “How much of it is yours…?” you ask

🝮 “Do you really wanna know?”

🝮 A smirk ghosts his lips; all of James’ flamboyance and arrogance summed up in a single move.

🝮 You had already concluded that was the case. Most of the blood wasn’t his own.

🝮 You feel awkward— pampering him even if he had been busting up thugs a few minutes ago. James doesn’t seem to mind, or care really, about the attention you’re giving him.

🝮 The foamy bubbles, dim romantic lighting, and calming aroma differ drastically with the actual situation.

🝮 You scrub across James’ toned chest and up to his tense neck, dragging a trail of soap and water across his damp skin. He watches you intensely, searching for something you’re seemingly unaware of.

🝮 The mood is somber; the tension thick; you want very badly to rush out of the room

🝮 You’re still confused as to what James wants from you. After all, he didn’t seem to show any interest or concern for anyone but himself. He had rescued you from some assaulters— but not to benefit you. He had done in for “kicks.” Excitement. Thrill. Something? So why was James keeping you around? Did he want friendship? An alliance? Or maybe you were just missing a hint. Maybe you’re being stupid.

🝮 His nonchalance, disinterest, and callous demeanor meant something, didn’t they? He was using you… but he wasn’t interested in you… right?

🝮 James Lee was so stupidly confusing. You tried connecting the dots to his end goal. You tried searching for his objective. And so far you couldn’t find anything.

🝮 You followed him because he told you to. He confided in you because you said he could.

🝮 Somehow you couldn’t reach a conclusion as to what your relationship was with this red-headed hotspur.

🝮 Maybe it was the heat that was driving you delusional. Or the lavender scent was too strong, and it was messing with your head.

🝮 You retracted your hand from its place against James’ back, laying the washcloth against the rim of the tub.

🝮 His dark eyes follow your movements, his focus solely on you.

🝮 “What do you want James? All you seem to care about is fighting and conquering… and all I seem to be to you is another string attached to your victory-parade.”

🝮 It’s a serious question.

🝮 Depending on how he answers, you’re more than willing to pack it up and head home right here and now.

🝮 James, the arrogant jerk, turns away from you and sinks into the water.

🝮 He takes a second to think and closes his eyes, stupidly long lashes resting almost angelically on his cheeks

🝮 “You aren’t part of my victory-parade, conquering-sham, or whatever you wanna call it. You just happened to get involved.”

🝮 You pause before countering, “So then I’m really just a string attached. This… doesn’t mean anything.”

🝮 James opens his eyes, turning his angular face towards you, damp red fringe sticking to his forehead. He looks handsome. Always has.

🝮 A wolffish smirk spreads across his face; it’s an expression that will be the death of you. “I never said that, or even implied it. You’re different ‘cause you’re my (Y/N).”

🝮 You feel a drop to your stomach.

🝮 James has never called you by your first name.

I really bopped off with this one— whoopsies. 💅 I get the feeling like I should write out their whole story… should I? 👉👈

𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐞𝐥

🝮 It smells expensive.

🝮 That’s the only way you can describe it… in simpler terms.

🝮 Samuel’s broad, inked shoulders lean against the tub, surrounded by clouds of bubbles. He looks like a mangled fallen angel.

🝮 Dried blood stains his battered body, and yet he smells like expensive shampoo. It’s a suave, clean smelling scent that your mind automatically associates with Samuel Seo.

🝮 You rub down his tightly formed abs, dabbing at the reddened bruises that nestle into the curves of his body. Soap suds follow your strokes; your careful movements lulling Samuel into a deeper sleep.

🝮 His grip on the glass of expensive beer slowly starts loosening as his large, warm hands begin reaching for your hair.

🝮 Samuel is definitely holding back a flood of snarky comments… you can tell he’s itching to complain to you about something.

🝮 But as usual, you swat his hand away and press your fingers to his lips.

🝮 “I don’t wanna hear anything.”

🝮 His brows furrow angrily and you can tell he’s ready to snap at you. You simply rub more bubbles across his chest, and continue cleaning off his injuries.

🝮 “Well it’s not like I was gonna apologize anyway.”

🝮 His expression reverts back to nonchalance, masking the intolerance that brims just below the surface.

🝮 Giving Sammy a bubble bath after he heaved himself into his penthouse, looking like a bloody mess, was not how you wanted to be spending your evening. You didn’t even bother to hide it in your mannerisms.

🝮 But of course, as Samuel rubs thumb across your engagement ring, he’s assured that you won’t hold a grudge for too long

🝮 You always tell him to “let it go” 🙄

🝮 So to contradict yourself would be hypocritical… and Samuel couldn't have that.

🝮 Sudsy bubbles spurt into the air as he drags you into the bathtub.

🝮 It might not fix all your issues… but at least it lessens the tension

🝮 Or that’s what Samuel tells himself—

🝮 If you’re gonna force him to soak in a bubble-infested tub that smells like women’s perfume then he’s gonna force you to go through it with him

Part 2 with Zack, Johan, and whoever y’all want? Ask me ^_^

[emojellyace08]

Hiii! I love the way you write and I was wondering if I could make a request (only if you want)

So how about the lookism boys reaction to an extremely beautiful and ethereal fem!reader who is like so feminine and ethereal she looks like a princess from a fairytale and even animals love her??

Anyways remember to stay safe and healthy!!

Lookism Men x Stunning Fem! Reader

Hiii Thanks for the request @jejegilipollas! This kind of reminds me of a Disney Princess reader! I'll be doing headcannons for almost every Lookism Men so I wouldn't leave out who you actually simp for xD. And remember all of us are really pretty in our on ways and we're all equal. And stay safe and healthy too! Warnings: insecurities, mentions of trauma, mature themes for the bottom/second part Genre: fluff ☁️ angst 🥀, slight lemon/smut 🍋 slight crack (comedy)🧨 ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿

Daniel Park/Jay Hong/Zack Lee/Vasco/Eli Jang/Warren Chae/Jerry Kwon/Johan Seong/Jake Kim/Sinu Han/Duke Pyeon/Jace Park/Line Man/Brad Lee/Jiho Park/Magami Kenta/Young Jinyoung Park/Young Gapryong Kim/Jichang Kwak/Taesoo Ma/Xiaoleoung/Jihan Kwak/Jibeom Kwak/Yuseong

He doesn't really prioritize having a "Goddess or too good to be true looking girlfriend" since he already has lots of trauma and he's been really stressful lately. So having a dependable, trust-worthy, and helpful partner is enough for him.

But when he saw you, a transferee student/staff on his school/working place he couldn't stop staring at you. He may look like a creep so when you turn in his direction, so he'll look away pretty fast. But you took notice of this and knowing your friendly personality and warm vibes, you thought befriending him isn't a bad idea.

So when you approached him, he couldn't help but to blush and be awkward around you. He thinks that you're too good for him and he's out of your league. Your smart, pretty, kind, you name it. Because of his insecurities getting in his way, he doesn't really know if he even deserves to stay beside you. But after getting to know you better, you're not really a judgmental person and you're always staying beside him even when things aren't really going well for him. So he really learned how to trust you more.

He's also the type to innocently admire your beauty. He'll definitely shower you with lots of pure compliments! "Hi Y/N!" "Oh hello." you greeted him back with a soft voice as he noticed your hair tied in a different hair style since you often let your hair be loose down. "Your hair looks pretty today." he complimented you while rubbing his nape feeling shy. "Oh really? Thank you!" you smiled back at him, you've been feeling down lately because of your pretty privilege making you insecure. But his compliments just makes your day better. "Yeah, no problem."

You may not know it but it's obvious that he's an animal lover. And he always adopts or feed stray pups and kittens who either lost their way or have gotten abandoned by their animal parent or owner. So you asked him about this and he seems pretty flustered when you brought about the topic and you couldn't help but to giggle at his reaction. Oh God, your voice sounds so pretty. He really can't help but to admire you even more. He just really can't help but to compliment you a lot though you can hear the shy and bashful tone beneath his voice.

So when you're walking home after school/work, you saw a little kitten crying near the road. You decided to gently approach the animal since it can get hurt by a vehicle if you just let it be. You called for it's attention with a sweet voice. And unexpectedly, the cute furball didn't hesitate to rub her body on your leg making you chuckle. "You found a stray kitten?" you heard a familiar voice as you turned around to see that it's just him making you sigh. "Jesus, you scared me" you replied back as he softly chuckled and squatted down beside you making sure that he wouldn't scare the kitten away. "Shh, don't worry little one he's a nice guy" you cooed as he was shocked at your statement. Him? A nice guy? He couldn't help but frown thinking about the things he have done and the names people called him. He feels like you're too good for him, yet you're like a fire in a cold snowy weather. It may seems like your warm feeling can hurt him, but it's in fact the opposite. You made him feel, what's the word. Relaxed? Comfortable? He doesn't really know as he couldn't stay away from you no matter how many times he tried.

"So umm..." "Yes?" you asked him in a sweet tone as he tried completing his sentence, he couldn't help but stutter since he's been hiding his true feelings for you for a long time now. "I have pet food on my house, would you mind if we take her home?" he requested as your eyes sparkled. "Really? Sure! I was also planning to buy her food since it looks like she hasn't been fed for days." "Okay, but do you think you can carry her? Stray cats may have rabies if you got bitten y'know" he reminded you as you chuckled once again. "Don't worry. She let me touch her and it seems like she's getting used with my presence" "Sure. Let's go now" he stood up as you picked the little kitty on your warm arms. "So what will you name her?" he asked on his way home as you followed next to him. "Meowy!" (Chainsaw Man reference lol) "Meowy?" "Yeah. I couldn't think of a cool name. And when I saw her she didn't even hesitate to greet me, so I think Meowy will be her name" you stated as he can still see the light behind your eyes (MCR reference lol) as you petted the animal already felling asleep. He smiled at you as he thought how not only how beautiful you are, you also have a good heart. "Meowy is a pretty name. You should keep it" he replied back as you smiled at him and continued to thank him for helping you out on taking care of the little kitten. Can he just enjoy this moment with you? He have forgotten the danger outside the world as he has the desire to protect you. You really are his sunshine.

Gun Park/Samuel Seo/James Lee or DG/Magami Kenta/Hudson Ahn/Vin Ho Bin(Vin Jin)/Cheong Taejin/Mandeok/Olly Wang/Jiho Park (villain arc)

For the most part, he's not the type to be looking for a date unlike the others. He's not a hopeless romantic.

Though if he founds someone attractive he can't help himself to do the fling with them, releasing his stress on someone while making himself feel good. Yep, he's only fucking someone just so he can pleasure himself. Nothing more and nothing less.

But he can't help but to curious the moment he laid his eyes on you. You're cute to be honest, he won't deny that. You look and act so fragile, innocent most likely. You're also very gentle, sweet and passionate. Contrasting his wild and bold side. He's like a wild animal. He's harsh, aggressive and cold. He never has the desire to be involved on a romantic relationship. He finds the idea of it cringy to be honest. He finds it making him vulnerable. And he finds the idea of having a soft spot on someone well what's the word, to be honest he can't put words on the idea of it.

He does wonder sometimes if he actually lived a decent life, but that doesn't mean that he has regrets of becoming who he is today. He's strong and he can handle things on his own which makes him proud of himself. But hearing it from you and showering him with pure and genuine compliments sounds and feel very different. "Wow! You're so cool and strong!" you stated as your eyes sparkled like little stars on the dark, starry night. He smirked at this, he must admit that you look so innocent and if you continued to act like this, he wouldn't hesitate to give you a kiss if he's more affectionate. "Well I know" he simply replied. Thinking about this moments make his head ache and his stomach grumble. It's not because he's sick, but is it because of what most called butterflies? He chuckled at the thought of it. It's useless. He doesn't need anybody let alone a girl, but he'll often look for your presence when you and him are away for each other even if it's not a very long time.

And it makes him wonder why do you always stay on his side. You and him are too different. You actually lived a decent and peaceful life with a healthy environment, unlike him who's always surrounded by thugs and who's often obsessed with money, power, drugs, alcohol and sex. As much as he doesn't want to admit it, he does like you. That's why he's always pushing you away. He doesn't want you to get hurt. And he'll definitely kicked someone's ass if they ever tried to lay their hands on you.

"Hey," he called for your attention as you looked at him with those doe-like eyes. His voice sounds a bit harsh and demanding, but after getting to know him better and getting close to him you know that he's just like that to everybody. And you know that he actually doesn't mean it to be like that. "Yes?" you asked him softly as he made eye-contact. "Why do you always stay next to me?" he asked curiously as it made you slightly upset to be honest. Does he think of you as a burden? Are you annoying? Well despite you always getting compliments from other people about how you look like a princess or Goddess that popped on a fairy tail and given life, you're actually insecure about yourself. Your gentle and feminine side can be annoying to some. You can't help but to feel like a little child that always needed to be protected and taken care of. And you often cared too much about others making you a people pleaser. "What do you mean?" you chuckled trying to hide your distress but he took notice of this. He doesn't mean to be rude, he sighed as he reconstructed his statement since you misunderstood it in the wrong way. "I mean, why do you stay beside me? You can get hurt you know?" he stated as your eyes sparkled once again. "Ahh, you mean in that way?" "Yeah." "Well, because you're really nice!" you honestly answered as he was shocked by your response. Really? Most people viewed him as an asshole for beating them up for his work. "You're joking right?" "Why do you think I'm joking? You're strong, kind well in some times, and you actually protected me when I need help." you smiled at him once again as he looked from a different direction trying to hide his blush. So far, that's the most genuine compliment he got from someone else.

And he also took notice of how gentle you are with animals. Not only you help out other people, but also those street kittens and pups that randomly pop up on streets. He just finds owning a pet a bit stressful since he already has lots of responsibility in his shoulders. "PLEASE CAN WE ADOPT HIM!" you pleaded as you cling on his arms making him groan. "No." "WHY!" "Well, I can't take care of it and I don't want to." he answered honestly but in a brutal way making you frown. If you have dog ears right now it will droop down and your eyes got bigger again like you're about to cry. "Please? I'll take care of it..." you put your hands together begging as he stares at you. He honestly find it cringy since he doesn't know if you're doing that on purpose or if you're just too soft. Not being able to stop you, he sighed. "Fine, but don't ask me to be his babysitter." he looked away as you smiled once again. "C'mon just tell me that you also find him cute!" "Shut up..." he may sound rude, but you can see that little smirk forming on his lips.

Goo Kim/Jake Kim/Kuroda Ryuhei/Yoojin/Sinu Han

This men will be a 100% simp for you (especially Goo and Ryuhei). He just founds you really hot, cute and pretty! Well you name it.

In some levels, they do care about their partner's appearance (remember having preferences are not bad ladies and gentle man). But they actually do not belittle others who are not their taste especially women since for the most part. He's a gentleman (or he tries to be).

To be honest, they're just secretly horny lmao. Remember they're still men so having a partner with a beautiful face and body just makes him worked up. Like, you don't have a right to be this pretty (he just praises you at this point).

But he does know deep inside that looks are not just a fundamental in having a partner. He does care about personality. He just honestly can't stand women who looks hot but just acts annoying and bitchy most of the time. It turns him off the most. But meeting you is one of the best blessing he have. Not only you look like a deity, but you also act like one. He just thought you're an angel who fell from the sky, in this hellish place called Earth. Did God sent you for him? Is life not finally being an ass to him? Who knows.

He'll also compliment you 24/7. Like his mouth just wouldn't stop talking about you. Like, in some levels you kind of find it annoying especially if you're the quiet one. You also probably thought at first that he's a perv but he's just being honest and appreciative! So you just brushed it off and you actually started appreciating his comments about you since it's not harming you in anyways. In fact it also boosts your confidence even more. "Y/N do you know how pretty you are?" he teased just to get a reaction out of you (and he also likes making you smile H:LKHDL:KHAL:KFH:LDKHA) "Of course I do" you smirked as you played along with him. "Well you actually look like a koala" "HEY THAT'S RUDE!" you stated as he laughed at your reaction "BUT KOALAS ARE CUTE!".

He also finds it adorable when you adopt stray animals. He just finds you "waifu material" girl. He also fantasizes about adopting 5 kittens or puppies with you and living on a peaceful and small town. You know, just the normal couple living their best life. Though he wouldn't be open about it since he finds it lowkey embarrassing lmao. "BABE! I FOUND A KITTEN ON A STREET!" "C'mon Y/N it's the fifth time you adopted a cat. Are you making an orphanage out of animals?" he teased as your kitten named Pebbles cling into him like a toddler begging for his dad's attention. "Please? I already have a name for her" you pleaded as he sighed knowing that he can't stop your motherly behavior with animals and besides he finds the cat cute too, it's a pure white kitten with blue sapphire like eyes. "What's her name though?" he asked curiously as you smiled and named the cat Snow. "Why won't you name her Elsa?" "C'mon love you make too much jokes." you sighed trying not to laugh as he chuckled at your reaction. "I'm just kidding, besides Snow's a really fitting name." he gently picked the cat on your arms and petting it. He just finds you daring. You're more than just your looks and he finds that fascinating :3.

A/N: I hope you really like it! It's kind of rushed yet late lmao. And I'm more of a cat person than a dog person but I still hoped you liked it!