#Lookism drabble

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𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

Just some cute fluff. Eugene • Jake • Hudson

𝐄𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞

🝮 He enjoys the feeling of your fingers intertwined.

🝮 He has a habit of folding his hands behind his back. It’s either that or resting them together on a table.

🝮 It’s a comfortable position for him. He never realized it felt even better to hold some else’s hand.

🝮 The warm tingle when your fingers brushed into his palm was something he looked forward to.

🝮 Never in public. Always in private.

🝮 Sitting down with you after a long day, resting his eyes, cradling your hands with his

🝮 That’s an ideal situation for Eugene. He couldn’t ask for much more.

🝮 He enjoys holding your hand up to his cheek, letting you caress his face. Sneaking small kisses against your fingers. Never letting go of your hand.

🝮 You’re probably the only one that can tell… but it doesn’t change the fact that Eugene is down bad for you. It also doesn’t change the fact that he’s touch starved in a way and hates to admit it… but holding your hand is the tiny amount of contact that he tolerates and enjoys-

𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞

🝮 Now as willing to hug and kiss all the time is Jake is, sometimes he just likes to keep it simple.

🝮 It’s romantic to him. Holding your hand.

🝮 Your hands slip into each others so easily, it’s almost like they’re puzzle pieces.

🝮 He gets tingles whenever your fingers lace together. For all his talk, Jake is pretty inexperienced when it comes to romantic relationships.

🝮 He reaches out to pull you closer, bringing you to his side as you walk down the street. Arms brushing against each other, hands pressed together.

🝮 Not all the time, but sometimes. He’s not overly affectionate of course. He’ll initiate hand-holding on walks… during dinner…

🝮 Hold hands as he kisses you senseless. Interlock fingers as your free hand digs through his hair. Hold hands as he presses his body against yours and molds his lips with yours.

🝮 Yeah… Jake likes to hold hands.

𝐇𝐮𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐧

🝮 His knuckles are rough and withered as sand paper, to be frank.

🝮 He’s even cut his niece’s forehead before… trying to sweep some of her bangs out of her eyes. His skin is coarse… he’s aware.

🝮 He doesn’t know why you enjoy holding his hands so much.

🝮 You grab them during the cold, weaseling your icy fingertips into his warm palm. He brushes it off.

🝮 You grab his hand while you’re studying. It’s a little odd. He tries to ignore it.

🝮 When you begin holding his hand at random he finds it really unusual. You don’t actually like it… do you? The rough feel of his knuckles and palms. Even his fingertips are comparable to sandpaper.

🝮 You kiss his knuckles, dragging your lips over his coarse skin. He wants to flinch, but doesn’t. He wants to look away from you, but he doesn’t.

🝮 Holding hands with you is really nice…

Me: O-Oh…. Hey guys! Part two to bubble baths? Well you see- w-WOAH

Ya’ll: 🔪🔪🔪🔪

Me: Oh! The requests… UhM about that— WAIT-

Me: 😵

[unreleasedwrites]

Um hi I am kinda shy and can you please do a lookism men x black fem reader?

drabbling about lookism characters w a black woman

pov: lookism characters dating a black woman

character(s) included: multiple; Daniel Park, Zack Lee, Warren Chae, Euntae Lee, Jace Park, Jake Kim, Sinu Han, Jay Hong, Eli Jang, Kwak Brothers, Johan Seong, Gun Park, Samuel Seo, Goo Kim, Vin Jin, Yoojin, Yooseong, Baek Hangyeol, Baek Gyeol, Diego Kang/James Lee, Seongji Yook, Jaegyeon Na, Gitae Kim

cw: my opinion, tbh I wasn’t sure how to do this and I’d like to just state that I am not a black woman, but I did try my best to get this request done from what I know in social media and experiences of other black women that I know with their mans, although this can lowkey be seen as any person since i dont really know how to put ideas about them w a specific race, but i tried my best 😭, also wasn’t sure which character would do which so just imagine someone else if you’d like, in this scenarios— they all love you veryyyyyyyy much so if yiu imagine someone like yoojin doing all that for you, remember he is obsessed w you and they all are in these fics and drabbles ( im delusional ), also there are a lot of characters in each because i feel like they all could do that 😭😭

unwrapped on: Sunday Night, April 28 2024

wrapped up on: Saturday Night, May 11 2024

published on: Saturday Night, May 11 2024 (at around 9 PM)

Absolutely head over heels

Absolutely loves seeing you in FLASHY colors. He solely thinks that it highlights your skin tone incredibly well and he just loves matching with you whenever he can. He gets himself involved with all your hair appointments, even though they can take up to literal HOURS. He will literally and deliberately sit there and happily watch you without any complaints. Loves seeing your finished hairstyles, whether it’s any sort of braids, extensions, laid out edges, or new wigs that you had custom made— he is absolutely amazed with how it all turned out. This man tries to help you with your hair but really can’t figure it out so he ends up just watching you as per usual, patient and puppy dog eyed. Even if he isn’t used to it, he will try to do your makeup happily if you let him. If you do, he will be overjoyed and start off with your skincare products and the makeup is only after that. He clings onto you like a lost puppy whenever you just got back from shopping or an appointment because you just look, oh sooo pretty and he doesn’t know how to tell you that in words.

Daniel Park, Zack Lee, Warren Chae, Euntae Lee, Jace Park, Jake Kim, Sinu Han, Jay Hong, Eli Jang, Kwak Brothers, Johan Seong, Yooseong, Baek Hangyeol, Seongji Yook

If he wanted to he would (rich version)

Will rearrange his ENTIRE day to day schedule just for you. He will take you to get your hair done whenever and wherever you want. He comes around at the end of all your appointments to pay and smother you in compliments about how good you look, and if you don’t like what the stylist did, he’ll take care of it. He pays for everything, from your hair and lashes to your nails and makeup products. He doesn’t care about how much it all costs, as long as you’re happy with how it turned out and the service or products, he will never complain or even bring up having to pay for stuff because you can provide for yourself and actually don’t need him financially— but he insists. Of course, you find ways to make it up to him to which he is very happy with. Even if the stylist seemingly did a pretty bad job, he will never admit that even if it were true. He will make sure you feel secure and that it isn’t bad at all, and he immediately books and pays for your new appointment with your favorite stylist.

Gun Park, Samuel Seo, Goo Kim, Yoojin, Baek Hangyeol, Baek Gyeol, Diego Kang/James Lee

You’re just too perfect

Would love to try out the things you do normally but he’s never done before. Wearing bonnets? Count him in. Wanna do braids on / with him? He doesn’t mind. Cook him food he hasn’t tried before? He’ll love it as long as you made it. Also loves seeing GOLD on you. It just highlights your skin tone so well and he makes sure you’re always wearing what you’d like but he loves seeing you in shiny jewelry because it just compliments you so well. Loves all the hairstyles you do but one of the ones that baffles him the most is when you just unwrapped your silk press. He thinks its so satisfying and this man is also head over heels with every single aspect of your body. It doesn’t matter where or why, how small or how big, he is just absolutely obsessed with you. He will also specifically give you his clothes with the colors that he thinks suit you so insanely well.

i feel like all of them 😭😭: Daniel Park, Zack Lee, Warren Chae, Euntae Lee, Jace Park, Jake Kim, Sinu Han, Jay Hong, Eli Jang, Kwak Brothers, Johan Seong, Gun Park, Samuel Seo, Goo Kim, Vin Jin, Yoojin, Yooseong, Baek Hangyeol, Baek Gyeol, Diego Kang/James Lee, Seongji Yook, Jaegyeon Na, Gitae Kim

notes: some are in the cw (content warnings), but also im gonna be insanely busy for like the next 2 weeks but I will upload a masterlist (even though i dont have much works lol), plus an about me post so you can see info on requesting and what i write, i only wanted to post the about me since the masterlist is kinda empty, but in my about me post there is a supposed link that leads to the masterlist so yeah… Also if you look at my masterlist, you’ll be able to see what im currently writing in my drafts and some fics i may do soon!! andDDDDdddDd TYSM FOR 100 FOLLOWERS (107 to be exact) IM SO GRATEFUL FOR ALL OF YALL AND I NEVER WOULDVE IMAGINE THAT I COULD GET HERE AND THATS ALSO WHY IM UPLOADING THE MASTERLIST AND ABOUT ME 😭😭 also because ill be busy my only post within the next week and about a half will just be the masterlist and about me post so im sorry abt that but after ill be back to writing !! 💝💝 thank you so much ❤️🤍

- With or without proper credits, please don't try to steal or claim any of my works as your own

I genuinely appreciate any feedback like comments, likes, reblogs, and requests

Once again, I hope this isn't too bad and I will be doing more of these drabbles so just feel free to request but try to specify if a drabble is actually what you’re looking for and not a one shot, thank you!! 💝

[dood-itsradical]

Jake Kim fluff drabble bc what is sleep chat.

Making out. That's the word. That's the thing you do, you whore. It's not sex. It's just two lips together, constantly. It's silly, but hot. Constant hand holding, rubbing and gropping.

"Get a fucking room." Samuel spat one time.

Not your fault he happened to see it. You two always make sure to find a private place to eat each others' faces. When you parted you always exchanged goodbye kisses. Plural. It's never enough.

"One more." Smooch.

"One more." Smooch.

"Okay, last one." Smooch.

"No, really last one." Smooch.

"Just oneeee more, please?"

How aren't your lips swollen yet? Big Deal don't know. Though Big Deal know. They didn't need to see, they hear. You guys aren't subtle. Cheek kisses were exchanged publicly all the time. They aren't idiots to know you aren't wild animals.

When it's serious, he's softer and patient. Taking his time to taste and feel you. He moved to your jaw then your cheek to your neck and collarbone before nuzzling himself there. If he's an animal, he'd be a koala because he's so fucking clingy.

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[kumasakka]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❝ 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐄𝐒 ! ❞

a little drabble around 0.35k words — you will never apologize to him ever again even after crossing some lines.

　SOMETIMES you wonder how you bagged yourself a baddie like GUN PARK, the shiro oni, nurture genius, yamazaki monster — the list of titles goes on and on just like the boring days.

But on the other hand, you understood why you were able to. Because you were simply too beautiful for this word. After all, you were a baddie yourself, pulling (un)funny pranks on him with Goo Kim.

Oh yeah. Goo and you were a thing, a dead funny duo with the weirdest insiders and well... umm nevermind. We can talk about it another time. The thing you two you have in common was to annoy Gun.

Nonetheless, you loved Gun as much as he loved you. Not that he will ever admit it though. He loved you enough to tolerate your idiotic jokes and foolish, almost daring actions.

If you were someone else, he'd have already beat them to death that's a given. You take full advantage of it. Wow that's kinda mean of you, not that you care enough to stop though.

But sometimes you also think it's too much, that you're crossing a certain line. The temperature dropped, the atmosphere was tense and the silence was overbearing. Signs that he was about to punch you.

"Sorry." you muttered, drapped yourself over him while he was quietly sitting on a seat.

He lets you fall on top of him as if you were as light as a feather, his hand now resting on your back. "For what." you could feel the light vibration from his chest as he whispered against your ear.

It tickled. And you tried your best to keep your laughter to yourself. "F-For crossing the lines sometimes..." you huffed, almost breaking your facade while wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Are you now?" he asked you, slightly amused as soon as he noticed that you wanted to let out your laughter.

"Yeah... I think."

"Don't worry about it. If you had crossed the line, you would no longer be alive."

"Is that a threat?" you sat up, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows, "I think I'll never EVER even TRY to apologize."

"It's fine, not like I'd care about something like that."

You gasped at that. What were you feeling bad for? And what were you apologizing for?

"Excuse you? I'm gonna choke you."

"Sure you can."

© 2024 kumasakka — do not plagiarize , copy , modify , translate our work !

a/n's note — well... umm gun lowkey ooc haha woopsie.

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The Forgotten ✧

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That Strange Man ❦

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Eli/Crystal drabble, taking place during the Wuthering J High episodes

love these 2 soooo much, and there's only like 1 fic out there for them 🥹🥲

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"Excuse me," Crystal heard behind her. The voice was just a tad bit louder than the whispers taking place in the hallway.

"You are Crystal Choi's sister, correct?"

Eli Jang stood, his index finger in front of him as if he was in class ready to answer a question. He recoiled his hand, instead scratching at his cheek sheepishly.

Crystal, for a miniscule second, thought it was endearing. She almost smiled at him, and if the Beauty Department students weren't some few steps away, she wouldn't have held back, but Crystal was concious of how rumors would start if she showed any act potentially deemed 'coquettish' at the Eli Jang. Her little self would be even more bullied.

"Yes, I am... She couldn't be here today because she is feeling under the weather. Did you need something?" She asked, even though she already spotted the object in his other hand.

"Yes, this is for her." He held out the box of chocolate milk.

Crystal had lost count of how many times Eli had given her the small cartons of milk. They didn't see each other often, mostly greeting each other in the cafeteria. But almost always Eli would hand her the drink along with the question of how was she doing that day.

"Thank you, Eli. That's very—"

She froze midway, quickly realizing her mistake when Eli's curious eyebrow raised up.

This Crystal body had not met Eli Jang yet. There was no familiarity between them. There was no way this Crystal would know his name. Would she?

"...er, my sister has told me about you. Eli Jang from the Beauty Department, right? Really hard to miss."

"She talks about me?"

"Yes, uh, good things about you..." She's nervous again, but she managed to make up a reason for knowing his name. "My name is also Crystal."

He smiled, and what he said next took her aback. "You look like her."

That was the first time Eli has mentioned anything about her appearance. His comment was very different from the 'I don't see any resemblance' and the 'hard to believe they're twins' remarks she'd heard the day after this Crystal's previous visit.

"I've gotta get going," he said before taking a step toward the Beauty Department girls calling out for him. "Please take care of her."

She gave a curt nod, giving him a wave. "Of course!"

The conversation would cloud her thoughts throughout the day, reaffirming the opinion she's had of Eli since the local park incident.

Eli Jang was a good guy.

[lokislytherin]

jaeseok & fruits

this but it’s jae being Horrible at peeling fruits bc he’s so used to having all his fruits peeled and cut for him it’s the Rich Boy Life so when hyungseok goes YO I BOUGHT TANGERINES THEY’RE SO CHEAP BUT THEY’RE SO SWEET COME HERE HAVE SOME jaeyeol’s like !!!! bc he’s not gonna ignore the chance to go to hyungseok’s house!

and then he has to peel his own tangerine and he makes a mess out of it bc he doesn’t have Fruit Peeling Hacks like hyungseok (he has hacks for Everything bc 1) efficiency 2) cheap 3) looks good tastes good) and hyungseok peels tangerines for him

bonus hyungseok feeds him a tangerine slice and jaeyeol’s just chewing like ah yes. this is the life. this is heaven

hyungseok: is it sweet 🥺 jaeyeol: not as sweet as you 🥰 hyungseok: omg... i’m asking you a serious question 😂😂 jaeyeol, internally: this is my serious answer!!! i know your personality is sweet when will you let me kiss you to see if your lips taste just as sweet

jaeyeol indirectly gives hyungseok more fruit funds, they both get healthier lifestyles and fruit dates! hyungseok also likes to make those apple rabbits and jaeyeol’s like 🥺🥺🥺🥺

it was jinsung’s idea actually. jinsung has The healthiest diet out of everyone bc he’s 1) 0 alcohol tolerance even mijin can out-drink him so he might as well not drink and not embarrass himself 2) he’s a jock and an athlete he believes in eating plenty of fruits and veggies he’s a big boy he can handle his greens 3) he shares grapes with mijin sometimes and oh,,, eating out of the palm of the girl you love,,, subtly kissing the juice off her fingertips,,, this is true romance,,,

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Their Daughters - Part I

[a small series of drabbles I wrote about the Manager Kim - Park Jincheol - Hansu Seong trio and their kids' dynamics]

[Tahoon is female in this. It'll be about Hansu reflecting on how Taehyun is and have some spoilers from the latest chapters.]

Despite Taehyun being how she usually was, Seong Hansu had never truly been worried for his daughter. He'd never had to even consider that she could get hurt. After all, Seong Taehyun was his daughter and he'd taught her well.

Even if the two of them haven't realized it yet, Hansu thought fondly on his friends. Jincheol and Kim were absolute demons to fight against and most likely stronger than the 'pre-generation' that Kim's boss liked to harp on about - he would know, being one of those 'demons' himself.

However, when he'd announced his firstborn had arrived and that the name him and So-hyun ah had picked out was Taehyun, Jincheol had laughed boisterously at how Hansu was the only one out of the three of them to have a son, Hansu had decided it would be fun to keep it a secret.

Taehoon had also decided to keep it up solely because it was incredibly amusing for her.

So-hyun had only laughed at the two of them and Haru had joined his mom in laughing at his big sister and dad.

(Honestly, Hansu was impressed that they'd guessed that Haru was a girl. Haru hadn't minded it so much back then - he only seemed to get offended when others outside of their family misgendered him. However, with how Haru had seemed to act as of late, Hansu suspected his son was trying to figure himself out.)

As Hansu relaxed as he knocked on the door to the Park residency, he chuckled as Sohyun clicked her tongue and fixed his shirt.

"At least try to dress up more neatly - even Haru got dressed well."

"Hey!" his son disagreed. Haru fidgeted with his cropped shirt as leaned back on his heels. "I'm not that badly dressed. Besides - Taehyun isn't even here. Why are you getting on my case?" He grumbled the last part and Hansu sighed and shook his head.

"Your sister's busy right now - so she'll come later. She told me she'd come a bit later." Sohyun turned to him, a question in her eyes, but as the door opened, Hansu motioned that he'd answer her question of where their daughter was later.

(Thinking back on it, he really should have picked up the damned phone.

Son or daughter, it didn't matter - Taehyun had needed his help and he hadn't been there.)

However, all Hansu did was chuckle as little Dabn opened the door and slung an arm around Haru as the family entered, Mrs. Park grinning as she saw her old friend and greeted her, Hansu himself greeting Jincheol and ignoring the vibrating of his phone.

"Shouldn't you pick that up?" Jincheol questioned as Kim came along with Minji, the two of them staring at Haru showing off their capoeira progress to the other two. Hansu sighed and shrugged.

"It's Taehyun - she'll be fine." Jincheol chuckled at that as he put away the dishes and Kim nodded as he approached them.

"Jincheol is right. It's not like Taehyun doesnt know her way through a fight. Speaking of - she called me too," Kim frowned at that and Hansu felt a sense of dread settle on him.

His daughter had called Kim and--.

No. No. She'd be fin. He knew Taehyun. He knew just how strong his daughter was - he'd seen her comfort Haru every time that So-hyun had to leave for work and how she would always assume the responsibility that had fallen on her shoulders.

He remembered how she'd brokenly pieced herself together after Dowoon's death and how he hadn't seen her actual roots in so long.

He renenberd how she'd cried when she'd been reunited with the Taesan Head's twins - how Ravi and Hwa had held onto her as the three of them were on the way to becoming legends in their own right.

And it wasn't that Hansu didn't want to pamper her like he did Haru - it wasn't like he didn't think of Taehyun as his dear daughter - but seeing other girls with their fathers, it never fit for him. It really didn't

As the evening wen't on, dread began to build up in Hansu until finally, he took out his phone to check what had happened.

Hansu's blood ran cold as he took in the multitude of messages that he could see - not from Taehyun, but from Ravi and Hwa. One twin was panicking about Taehyun going undercover (undercover? Since when had Taehyun done that... He really hadn't seen much of her recently, had he?) and the other was angry at him because apparently Hobin and Taehyun were trying to get in contact with him.

There was also a call from the kid that Taehyun had taken under her wing. Seong Yohan, if Hansu remembered properly.

Groaning, he massaged his forehead and was about to call back on one of the missed calls as he heard from near the door,

"Taehyun-ie, I'm surprised you came. And you brought - friends." The way Mrs. Park's voice became stilted, Hansu could tell it was definitely someone Taehyun had either (a) befriended, (b) beat up, (c) done both to, or (d) decided she was a better guardian figure for as compared to their most likely trashy parents - or even all of them. That happened at times as well. Worriedly, he made his way to next to So-hyun, who only stared at their daughter in shock. Well, it was to be expected - the last time she'd seen Taehyun in person was her 12th birthday and the last time she'd seen her online was a few days before Dowoon's death.

Now, Taehyun stood at about a couple of centimeters taller than his wife - whose height was at 186 centimeters herself, so nothing to scoff at. Taehyun's - no, the jacket she'd probably borrowed from Ravi - hooded leather jacket was tied around around her waist. dressed in a half-sleeved white shirt and blue jeans, her musculature on display was easily close to - and maybe even more defined than - Mrs. Park's and So-hyun's.

Pairing all of that with the black nail polish and eyeliner she'd taken to wearing and Converses that seemed to pair with her newly cut hair (it was back to black again, Hansu noted albeit the light brown highlights Taehyun had kept) , she wouldn't have even looked that different.

No, what looked odd was the tattooed boy who came up to Hansu's height that looked at Taehyun with confusion in his eyes as he supported her subtly (if anyone recognized the supporting your injured, crazy friend who somehow could fake being fine very well, it would be him and Kim).

On the other side, stood Yohan, who wore that admittedly well-designed God Dog hoodie he'd made and bent down to take off his shoes. Behind the three of them was a relatively tall young woman who seemed to be around that Yoo Hobin's height with red lip gloss and a black wolf cut, dressed in a white hoodie and black cargo pants. Hansu ignored the hint of Yamazaki tattoos on her arms as he turned to Taehyun.

Hansu didn't notice how Yohan quickly loosened the laces on Tahyun's shoes, but he definitely noticed the slight wince she did as she made her way to the couch.

With a grin, Taehyun was about to greet them as she transferred the bags she held to another hand, saying,

"Sorry I'm late, Abba - there were some things I needed to take care of. I picked up Haru's capoiera uniform on the way and that cake you asked me to pick up and-." She froze as she looked down and met her mother's eyes - So-hyun ah frozen as she stared at her daughter.

Well, this really wasn't the way Hansu had planned on breaking the news, but -.

"Taehyun, your mom will be in Korea for a few months."

[unreleasedwrites]

drabbling about lookism characters’ love languages

pov: lookism characters love languages

character(s) included: multiple; Daniel Park, Zack Lee, Warren Chae, Euntae Lee/Vasco, Hudson Ahn, Jace Park, Jake Kim, Sinu Han, Jay Hong, Eli Jang, Kwak Brothers, Johan Seong, Gun Park, Samuel Seo, Goo Kim, Cheon Taejin, Yujin Yoo, Baek Hangyeol, Diego Kang/DG

cw: my opinion, purposely repeated a bunch of characters, it gets pretty damn suggestive on the portion for physical touch— lots of hints of physical intimacy, long descriptions cuz i had a lot to say lol, it starts to get a little messy and pretty bad at the end, sorryy 😭😭 If you’re reading on a phone, like me, you’ll be seeing 19 lines per description (idk what it looks like for other devices)

unwrapped on: Thursday Evening, August 24 2023

wrapped up on: Thursday Evening, August 31 2023

published on: Thursday Night, August 31 2023 (at around 11 PM)

Words of Affirmation

Doesn’t matter what time of day it is, this man will be reassuring you 24/7. He sends the sweetest text messages out of nowhere just to be sure you’re doing good and remember how much you matter to him. Is constantly reminding you over and over again of how precious you are, whether you’re on facetime, voice call, or with one another. Has never missed a day of encouraging you to keep going in any situation you might’ve gotten into. You are constantly smothered with such sweet compliments & phrases whenever you’re with him. Writes extremely long and thoughtful letters to you, whether he’s just giving you an unexpected letter, or it comes with a gift he gave. He doesn’t repeat his words and phrases neither, they’re always unique and different every time, yet they’re always GENUINE. He knows his way around words & being a romantic yet sappy sweetheart, so expect to receive the cutest compliments and affirmations. He always lights up all of your worries and gets rid of any doubt you have in situations. He isn’t afraid to shower you with words in anywhere public either, it doesn’t matter where you are with this man, he will always be reassuring you with sweet words.

Vasco, Jake Kim, Hudson Ahn (i know he doesn’t really seem to be the type to do this but I feel like he’s always being told those type of words n stuff sooo), Daniel Park (Is trying his best), Kwak Jichang, Sinu Han, Jace Park, Warren Chae, Baek Hangyeol

Acts of Service

Loves doing things for you, he likes the thought that you’d have one less problem with him around.— He doesn’t even have to be there, you’d randomly find sticky notes in your favorite color on your fridge and counters, with the wonky writing you can easily recognize as his. They’re reminders of things you mentioned to him that you were afraid you might forget about, and things you told him you needed to do. Often times, it would just have some phrase like “Your welcome! <3” or “I was here fyi and I did some things for youu -their name <3” Also helps you with chores a lot even though you’ve told him he doesn’t need to. On some days, when he knows you’re stressed/tired, he brings you breakfast in bed, or sometimes brunch. Even if he’s not a good cook, or even if he is, he loves to try and cook u a meal. He’s not the best with words so he makes up for it with his little GESTURES. Definitely a believer that actions speak louder than words, and he can and will prove it to you without you even noticing it. Will always hold the door open just for you before he enters, gives you his jacket/coat whenever you feel cold, lets you wear his shoes whenever he can tell yours are starting to hurt from walking in heels.

Daniel Park, Vasco, Jace Park, Warren Chae, Eli Jang, Hudson Ahn, Zack Lee, Kwak Brothers, Yujin Yoo (he’d prolly get some1 else to do it ngl), Jake Kim, Sinu Han, Jay Hong, Johan Seong (i feel thats the only way he can show his affection)

- Would do part of it if he really wanted to: (prolly like coat giving at the very least) Gun Park, Goo Kim, Cheon Taejin, Yujin Yoo, Baek Hangyeol, Diego Kang/DG

Gift Giving

Physically can’t show his love using words or gestures. This guy is no sweetheart with words nor is he a romantic when it comes to being in a somewhat committed relationship. Which is why— he does try to make up for it by buying presents to surprise you with. Specifically purchases objects that immediately reminded him of you when he first saw it. Isn’t used to showing the kind of affection that involves stepping out of their comfort zone. He js can’t get used to showing his love in any other way, yet this man still tries to bring something other than money spending to your guys’ relationship. Always has a new gift for you every time you two meet, mostly clothes and accessories— because he knows you love those. Knows it himself he’s gotta try showing his love in different ways, but he knows you’re fine and love him the way he is, so he doesn’t think much about it. Surprisingly likes going on shopping sprees with you— Normally, he won’t ever be seen holding someones shopping bags while he follows them around and happily pays. But you’re always an exception, just because he loves giving you gifts and spending MONEY on you. Is crazy rich too considering he does this.

JONGOO KIM, JONGGUN PARK, Samuel Seo, Yujin Yoo, Diego/DG, Cheon Taejin, Baek Hangyeol, Jay Hong (cuz he aint used to no typa affection)

Quality Time

Never gets tired or bored of spending TIME with you. Can’t go a day without you, whether you’re on face time together or you’re actually with one another. Has made it a routine to spend half of his day talking to you about absolutely anything that the both of you could be thinking of. The subject of your conversations with him doesn’t have to make sense, he’ll make sure the both of you are smiling or laughing at the nonsense that the two of you have been muttering for hours. Dedicated to spending as much time he can with you, it doesn’t even matter what time of the day it is or if there’s an occasion. He’s so genuine about it too, he always puts aside his phone so that he can give you 1 hundred percent of his undivided attention and you wouldn’t have to worry about him dozing off to something that is unimportant or unrelated to what the two of you are talking about. Is committed to keeping his eyes on you and is devoted to listening to your rants while he offers his complete sympathy instead of unwanted advice. Isn’t anywhere near good at saying goodbyes whenever you have to go your separate ways. You literally need a whole new person to take him away just so he’d go home.

Daniel Park, Zack Lee, Warren Chae, Euntae Lee/Vasco, Hudson Ahn, Jace Park, Jake Kim, Sinu Han, Jay Hong, Eli Jang, Kwak Brothers, Goo Kim, Cheon Taejin, Hudson Ahn

Physical Touch

It’s almost like this man was deprived of physical touch. Like, he can’t keep his hands off of you, even for a single moment. From the first time you met him, to the minute you agreed to become his girlfriend— You easily figured how much he values physical touch when it comes to you. A waist grabber, whether you were expecting it or not, he’d randomly sneak up behind you, holding your waist as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. Loves covering every inch of your body with kisses and bite marks. He also loves hugs, he values them a whole lot and views them as a sign of trust and comfort. Without a doubt, you shouldn’t let go of his hand at anytime that you guys are doing so, if you do, he’ll probably be quite upset with you and even go as far as to throw some silly tantrum. This guy either values physical touch cause he feels a genuine and sweet connection between you or, he’s js the type to be in the mood 24/7 and is down bad whenever your with him. One or the other, this man is absolutely obsessed with seeing your reaction to him teasing or tempting you. Passionate kisser, one hundred percent sure of it. Is the type to shower you with physical AFFECTION, knowing you won’t get sick of him.

- Down Bad: JONGOO KIM, JONGGUN PARK, Samuel Seo, Cheon Taejin

- Genuine and Sweet: Warren Chae, Euntae Lee/Vasco, Jake Kim, Sinu Han, Kwak Jihan, Kwak Jibeom, Kwak Jichang, DG, Zack Lee

notes: I made this on my phone and if you happen to also be reading this on your phone, does all the ends look nearly aligned? Like— I try my very best to alter the words to the point it’d fit without going into the next line below already, so that there wouldn’t be a some large or medium gap/space and so it’d look pleasing to the eye and arranged. (to me atleast lol) Idk if that made sense but I purposely do this with whatever i write because i just hate the weird looking blank space on the side. Heres an example: v

I love when they’re

already so near the

edge/corner, that i

don’t even have to

alter the sentence

^ Thats what I like seeingggg, I don’t actually care about them when it isn’t my work, I don’t even notice them— but if im the one writing, then i do care even though only phone users will see my effort i think, but idk its just my habit since i like the sight?

Heres what I feel like I gotta change when i’m writing: v

I really hate when

I do have to alter the

word’s because they’re

all lookin messy

kinda like this where they’re

so far off of being

even

^ Thats what yall might be seeing but i really dont know if it actually is and i sure as hell hope it isn’t though 😭😭

Also this took a while so hope it’s alright even though it might be a lil long

There was more stuff I wanted to place here but I can’t remember 💯

- With or without proper credits, please don’t try to steal or claim any of my works as your own

I genuinely appreciate opinions, feedback, likes, and reblogs, as this is my fourth ever post on this blog.

Once again, I hope this isn’t too bad for my fourth work and I will be doing more of these drabbles if I have the motivation & time 🫶

[dood-itsradical]

Any female specimen on their periods? This one is for you. + worker!reader + no specific pairing.

"This. Sucks." You muttered out of spite.

You chose a bad day to go out for this stupid mission. Not only you are on your period but you are also craving random shit. You are hungry, dehydrated and worse of all you are having cramps.

You hate moving. But you also feel like punching things.

Yes. That could work. The precise hormone to unleash your unspoken anger. And you did punch harder. Your strength goes beyond than normal. Goo pointed out himself.

You beat him up too after that. Just because you feel like it. Or he's just punchable like that. Even Samuel didn't wanna deal with you as he quoted "woman shit". Taejin was confused but quickly got the memo. Eugene is the unfazed one. He shoo you away for you to calm yourself down. Told you to get a week day off or something. At least he was considerate enough.

But no. You need to punch something. While you're at it you went to buy more pads and other necessities.

"Melon flavoured face mask? Interesting." Goo hummed, rubbing his chin as he pick up the package from the isle. "Banana flavour? That would've smell funny." He puts them into your cart.

You were too busy with your options of pads as he came to joined too. "What are the differences between wings and no wings? Do they...fly?"

You left the store with your goods after giving him another heavy beatdown.

"Cucumber." Gun offered you the plastic bottle the other day. "Good for intestine." You accepted it. Which also comes with heat pads. At least you can tolerate one guy in this place to know basic knowledges of health and diet.

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[kumasakka]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❝ 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 ! ❞

a little drabble about johan having a crush on you — he's totally whipped though.

　IT'S when you said that his hair was getting pretty long and that he should maybe cut it, only hindering his already poor eyesight more. And he did cut his hair. No, not because you suggested it.

Johan did it on his own, because he wanted to. Yes. It's not like he sat on the usual meeting spot, the bench in the park, for hours while waiting for you just so you can see his new and fresh haircut.

What did you say? It looks good? He's handsome? Oh his cheeks are red? How dare you accuse him of blushing? He would never. Why would he even blush? Only because you gave him two or three compliments?

Just because you ARE a little cute — cuter than the average — and a bit friendly with him, doesn't mean that he has a crush on you. Why would someone even think that he has a crush on you?

But by the time he catches himself staring at your figure for a little too long, he knew he was absolutely whipped. How couldn't he? Even Eden and Miro were happy at the sight of you!

© 2024 kumasakka — do not plagiarize , copy , modify , translate our work !

a/n's note — it's not like i'm whipped for johan...

[acalamity]

hi there! i'm the anon that ask for hcs of Gun, Sam and Jake. since you do not do hcs, could you please change it into a drabble >< the scenario is they wake up and see his girl standing in the kitchen, wearing their shirt and cooking the breakfast <3

author's note

I'm sorry, this doesn't exactly follow the request (or probably isn't what you wanted). I hope you'll like it nevertheless :D

lookism! gun park, samuel seo, jake kim (seperate) x reader

more under the wubbaboo!!

"Good morning." You greeted the man approaching you. Gun's hand placed itself upon your back, gently and slowly despite his usual demeanor (you wonder when such small signs of affection became so easy for him), "You woke up early."

"It's not everyday I wake before you." You shook your head, "I'll be done soon."

Though the man akin to a demon does not say much at all, he stayed there along with you. Before the messy counter and sink of dirty dishes, you worked to the sound of your partner cleaning the mess; of rushing water, popping bubbles and splashes.

It is not much indeed, but the burden is lighter, "You'll have to go soon."

"It's not important." But you know it most definitely is, "Like you said, it's not everyday this happens."

And truly, you realised, perhaps for Gun, perhaps it is only affection to you that is natural and easy.

——

"Here, enjoy."

You placed a filled plate in front of the awaiting partner who brought his phone down and covered it's speakers. Samuel gave you a simple nod, "Thanks."

Like so, the two of you fall back into business as usual, him on his call, and you with cleaning the mess on the kitchen counter. Yet, by the time you returned to the table, Samuel was on his phone and his plate was completely untouched.

"You haven't started yet?"

Behind his glasses, his gaze flickered to your own untouched plate. You think he knows you can see through him. The boy with an inferiority complex, who lives under infinite pretenses you have broken through will definitely know there is no need to play pretend. Samuel gave you an half-hearted excuse, "You haven't either."

"You usually go before me." You sat down beside him, "Thanks for waiting."

You think you see him smile, just a little smile in eyes filled with silent affection.

——

The footsepts come before the hand around you does— in the gentle light, you could see your partner blink his last bits of sleep away.

"Good morning, Jake." You greeted as his hands snakes around your middle. Upon the bridge of your neck and collarbone, you felt him nuzzle his face into your skin, the shirt upon your crinkling along his motions, "Good morning."

Before the crackling fire of the stove and the morning air from the shabby building's open window, you felt him squeeze you a little tighter. In the humming fire's hymn and the silence of dawn, there is not much said. But you understand his unexpressed words anyways.

"[Name]?"

"Mm? What is it?"

"Thanks, that's all."

Jake does not have much at all, but he will have you always.

[rikosseen]

Materlist ✩

Hello Hello, aaaand welcome! I’m Riko, your biggest Seongeun Seo supporter 😼🙏

My work is very PTJ-verse centred (Lookism, Manager Kim, My Life As A Loser 1/2, viral hit, and so on) I’m happy to dabble in Windbreaker and Eleceed <3 Please ask away with anything, and request to your heart’s desire. I’m here to provide 💪 Be it headcanons, fics, character drabbles etc. Not taking requests atm due to studies

I do not write explicit smut -

What I’ve written so far (not organised):

1. Samuel Seo x Reader: The last time P1

2. Gun Park x Reader: Apartment shenanigans

3. Platonic, brother Eugene x Reader: irreparable damage

4. Goo Kim x Reader: Period

5. Manager Kim x Reader: First Meeting

6. Jincheol Park x Reader: Injuries

7. Gun Park x Fem Reader: Creep

8. Taehoon Seong x Reader: Breast implants

9. James Lee/DG x Reader: Touch

10. Yunseong Lee x Male Reader (platonic): Mishaps

11. Shingen Yamazaki + Somi Park: Silence

12. Taehoon Seong x Reader: firsts

13. Taehoon Seong x Reader: Late at night

14. Lookism x Reader: Family (ft. Goo Kim and Jake Kim)

15. Taehoon Seong x Reader: Confessions

16. Here with you

17. Lookism with mute, younger brother

18. Taehoon Seong x Reader: Day trip

19. Shintaro Yamazaki x Reader: Predawn

21. The triple threat hc

22. Gun+Goo x Reader: Amusement Park

23. Dad!Gun x Reader: Family

24. Taehoon Seong x Reader: Apologies

25. James Lee/DG x Reader: “Is that James Lee?”

26. Jerry Kwon x Reader: Silly and scammed

27. Samuel Seo x Reader: The last time p2

28. Dad!Gun x Reader: Fatherly failures

29. Husband!Good hcs

30. Jincheol Park x Reader: Tendencies

[slowd1ving]

Hello, I could request a Jaegyeon Na x Male!reader who is androgynous and brother of James lee please

NO STRINGS ATTACHED ・゜゜JAEGYEON NA

"I got so much to lose, so please don't ruin my mood." Unfortunately, taking your brother's motorcycle for a spin does mean you now have idiots and prospective debt collectors looking to make the man pay for whatever havoc he's wreaked, including pretty boy Jaegyeon Na, who perhaps is not the smartest when it comes to tailing someone. yo this is actually the first request I got on here so thanks nonnie :3 I hope whoever requested it actually likes this scenario (I only remember bits and pieces of the scenes he's in so it might be a bit OOC) also sorry anon if you wanted it in drabble/headcanon form honestly idk how I wrote it this quickly but same day delivery is crazy... it must've been the urge to wife this guy pairing: jaegyeon na x male reader warnings: some violence? male reader, lowkey crack since I can't take this man seriously, he's got a nice face though, do misunderstandings need a warning wc: 2.3k

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MASTERLIST ・゜・NAVIGATION

On all accounts, it should be a good day. Wind tousles your clothes as you speed the forgotten roads on your younger brother’s motorbike, while the sun’s never beat down brighter. To some, the arid weather cloys and sticks uncomfortably to their skin—but for you, this day is nothing more than bountiful beach weather. Even the last lollipop you stole from the stash in his kitchen seems more saccharine than usual; evidently, your mood isn’t the only thing that’s sweet on this wondrous day. 

Or at least, it should be a good day—but it’s not, because some idiot’s been following you through Incheon in the ugliest car you’ve ever seen. It’s hideous: so much so that you’re troubled more by its primary-colour chromaticity than the fact that it’s been cruising past you as you wind your way through the quiet of Nambuk-dong. Seriously, which child lost their toy car because of this nitwit?

The cherry flavour grows distinctly more acerbic in your mouth as you make several turns experimentally—and yep, he’s still following you. 

Question is, why?

Well, Jaegyeon Na’s seething behind the wheel as though the answer is horribly obvious. It’s only been a week since Mr. James Lee himself wrecked his new ride, a week since he was forced to take a taxi back to Incheon, and a week since he sobbed his pitiful heart out in his garage. 

Mr. James Lee did not, in fact, pay for wrecking his car. 

And Mr. James Lee probably never would, not unless the King of Incheon wanted to lose his hands to that monster. Perhaps his tongue, as well, for daring to ask for what he was owed in that freak’s presence. 

No, he festers with barely-bridled fury. He’s not a wimp—which is precisely why he’s tailing after the sleek bike. It’s not often his informants actually have useful scraps to report to him. It’s also not often (read: never) that the freak’s licence plate is spotted in his home turf. 

Naturally, Jaegyeon does the obvious: following the mysterious rider as he weaves through the streets like he actually knows this place. It strikes him as strange that James Lee knows where he’s going, but it seems the blond dye has seeped into his brain. Just a little, because common sense doesn’t seem so common for him anymore. For a moment, it seems like he’s making his way to the Incheon Airport, but then the route diverges onto the highway and he’s even more puzzled.

Where the hell is this bastard going?

What seems to be hours later (because he has been tailing you for about three hours) the motorcycle finally comes to a screeching halt. 

Where? 

At Wangsan Beach, because of course Mr. James fucking Lee came to sightsee after causing him immeasurable grief. In his own turf, too. He scrambles out of his car, fuming, as the man parks neatly on an isolated road just a minute or so away from the sand. 

“You’re pretty angry for someone stalking me.” The voice resounding from the helmet sounds muffled and disembodied, which is perhaps why it doesn’t carry the same mocking cadence James Lee’s does. Or perhaps, it’s not James fucking Lee behind the helmet. 

“Stalking you?” he sputters. His face is all twisted with rage, which is quite a shame since he’s so pretty. Like some foul-mouthed, wretched fairy, anyway. “You wrecked my car!”

“I did?” The confusion in the voice is so salient that Jaegyeon almost believes it. Almost, because everyone and anyone knows what a slippery, lying turd James Lee is. 

“Yes, you fucking did,” he hisses. He nearly stamps his foot, but he settles for petulantly jabbing at your chest instead. Once more, there’s a slight discrepancy—this time in your build, for he could’ve sworn James Lee was the same height as him. But the helmet looks down upon him, and he’s blind with rage at how condescending James Lee is. 

Maybe it’s your visor that’s clouding your own vision. You wipe the plastic with your sleeve obnoxiously—then peer at the car stalling only a couple of metres away. It looks… fine. Fine, if not egregiously, offensively repulsive. 

“I would’ve remembered such an ugly fucking car if I’d wrecked it,” you grimace. I wouldn’t touch that thing with a ten-foot pole. “I think I would’ve been awarded a medal of honour for it too. Real brave to approach that.” 

“You conniving, duplicitous bastard,” he grits his teeth, and he swears he can hear a molar crack in his pretty mouth. That’s it. “It wasn’t this car, but another one!”

And I didn’t touch it! But whoever did, did the world a service, you want to say—but the cretin looks catatonic with rage. Any further, and you think his poor face might spontaneously explode. 

“You are a scammer,” you conclude, but perhaps that, too, was the wrong thing to say. 

“How shameless can you get, you jackass?” he yells, practically trembling with his fury. Like those little blond dogs you see yapping, you fear he might lunge at you any minute now. “You know you trashed it! You laughed about it while you did so!"

“You’ve got the wrong guy!” you yell back. 

 “I’ll kill you today, James Lee.” 

Woah—your eyes widen at both his words and how his body spins into motion. He’s fast; practically phasing out of sight like a spectre as his hands reach for the lapels of your leathers to grapple them. But unfortunately for him, he did announce his vengeance before he committed to the deed. 

Thus, he, too, built his villainous end—cliché by cliché. 

Well, it’s not really the end. That little warning gave you ample time to twist out of the way—using his momentum to spin his own body and pin him to the ground with freakish strength. 

It also gave your eye ample time to twitch as the words hit home. Of course this was that snot-nosed brat’s fault—you almost felt bad for the blond beneath your heavy boot. 

But then you look at the car again. It’s still hideous. 

And just like that, you fully support that brat’s wrongs. 

“Um.” With that, you step off his designer shirt, awkwardly brushing the footprint left behind. “I’m not James Lee.”

This exchange took such a short time—three seconds, in fact—that these words don’t register until the grappler has already locked himself around your legs and pushes you flat into the dusty street. Your helmet hits the asphalt with a sharp crack, and you wince as you almost bite your tongue instead of the lollipop stick. Actually, it was a wonder you hadn’t already bit your tongue. 

But you digress.

This leaves you in a particularly awkward position. He’s wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, and as your words finally hit, he’s letting go in surprise—while you’re finally shucking off the helmet. 

Sure, the candy in your mouth is the same, but he’s currently sitting between the legs of someone who decidedly is not James Lee. 

“Who the fuck are you?” he blurts out, but his tongue feels especially dry as he stares up at your face. 

“That’s what I’d like to ask of you,” you fume, and though your expression simmers red-hot with irritation, your tone is cold now that it’s not muffled by your helmet. He can feel his cheeks prickle under your glare. “Get off me, you dumbass.”

God, he’s never felt like such a fool—sheepishly, he scrambles off you, while you mutter something that sounds suspiciously like ‘look at this fucking idiot who doesn’t fucking check to see who the fuck he’s tailing this is how movie serial killers find their prey because fucking hell what a witless worm.’

“Uh,” he starts, and can’t bring himself to finish. He’s never felt so intimidated: practically cowering before you as you corner him against the wall you slammed him against earlier. Even with the syrupy scent of cherries from the candy in your mouth, there’s nothing about the man before him that’s friendly. Not even his pretty face—those eyes are only glaring daggers at him. 

Of course, part of the intimidation is due to his anger dissipating instantly at his mistake. And the exhaustion of tailing the wrong person for upwards of three hours. And the embarrassment that, naturally, comes with tailing the wrong person in the first place. 

“Do I look like someone who cleans up after whatever my younger brother gets himself into?” The question practically trembles with rage, punctuated by a harsh crack as you bite into the sweet. He knows better than to ask who the younger brother is; it’s not like his brain is that damaged from the bleach. 

He swallows, then tentatively answers. “No?”

“That’s right,” you take a deep breath, as though you’re calming yourself back down—but he’s entranced by the way your hands massage your temples, soothing the tension headache he’s no doubt brought on. “That’s right.”

You don’t look like your younger brother, and he’s staring at the man in front of him, slightly enraptured. 

“If my younger brother wrecked your ugly ass car, what does that have to do with me?” you seethe, and the illusion is shattered. 

“It is not ugly,” he argues back for the first time, chasing after you as you dust your helmet off and head towards the beach. It’s why you came here in the first place—though, you groan mentally when you see that the sun’s about to dip cautiously past the horizon. Of course, the irritation couldn’t possibly be because of the idiot floundering after you. 

“Don’t care what you think.” You bin the candy stick, much like you bin his opinion. “Your thoughts are rubbish.”

“Sorry, man—” and he’s still trailing you, just like some puppy now that all his bark’s gone. “—I really thought it was him.”

Irritably, you halt on the spot, and his nose collides right into your back. It’s almost comical how quickly you grab his stupid collar—how wide-eyed the arrogant blond gets, how flushed he becomes. 

“I don’t care about your grudge with my brother.” You’re just about nose-to-nose with him, and his brain short-circuits. If it hasn’t already. God knows he doesn’t have the most brain power. “Quit following me, you moronic stalker.”

“Can’t I make it up to you?” he wheedles, trying to prolong your proximity for as long as possible. 

“Yes,” you deadpan. “By learning from your mistakes and not stalking me.”

“Can I at least get your name?” he takes hold on the wrist currently wrangling him for dear life. “Since you’re so close and personal right now.”

“No,” you sneer, letting go in disgust. “Fucking pervert.”

This day was not a good day. 

゜・

When you next see your brother, you hand his keys to him and vow to buy your own bike. James stares hard at you—the harrowed gaze you sport, the mild twitch in your eye, and finally, the noticeable dent in your helmet. 

“What the fuck happened?” he utters finally, staving off any traces of laughter. Alas, judging by the look you shoot him, it seems he is not destined to be an actor. 

Your jaw clenches. 

“Fuck Incheon, man,” you mutter, dragging a scraped hand across your weary face. He does the maths. Incheon. Blond. Narcissistic king. 

“James,” you intone. Seriously, this time, and all his predictions of what you’re about to say next shatter to dust. “Next time you see that stupid pretty-boy bastard, destroy whatever car he’s in.”

His brows raise, not just because he wants to grin, but also from a certain adjective nestled between the pejoratives. 

“Stupid fucking prick with no brain, no shame and no future,” you seethe. Well, maybe he just imagined it, then. 

゜・

Meanwhile, a certain blond leans against the hood of his car, absent-mindedly tracing patterns on the metal while he waits for his call to finally go through. True to his word, he did let you go—driving back morosely to his apartment while you continued down to the beach for the last shreds of the day.

But for some reason, his mind can’t let your face go. It’s out of irritation, he rationalises. That’s why he’s ringing Jichang Kwak for information, because Jaegyeon’s dubbed the King of Chungcheong the most intelligent (after himself, of course). 

Is it because the man wears glasses?

Maybe. 

Regardless of the status of Jichang’s intelligence, he knows his heart’s racing out of anger. His skin’s flushed due to rage. He’s twirling his hair because of the complex coils of revenge.

When he asks the king about James Lee’s brother, there’s a long-suffering silence on the other end of the line that makes him feel slightly foolish. Just very slightly. 

“Do you have a fucking crush or a death wish?”

“Death wish?” he scoffs. “I could take him.”

It’s only then does he remember the former part of the question and his absence of a denial. 

At the same time, Jichang processes the response given and keeps both his silence and his peace. 

“And I don’t have a damn crush,” he adds, but it’s perhaps a heartbeat too late. For the King of Chungcheong, anyway—he doesn’t think the man’s noticed either his earlier double entendre, or how comedic he sounds.

“Uh-huh.” He’s a bit dumbfounded by this turn of events, hanging up almost reflexively. Indubitably, he might’ve replied monotonically, but there’s just something about being in proximity (even just audibly) to that cretin that has him losing his own brain cells. 

For a few more moments, he stares contemplatively at his phone. Then, at last, he prays for the poor soul of James Lee’s brother—for there is something so deeply disturbing about being the recipient of that moron’s affections he can’t help but feel pity. 

゜・

[wannaeatramyeon]

HELLO!!! OMG I LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH ❤️✨. I WAIT FOR YOU EVERYDAY TO POST 💖 YOUR WRITING IS LIKE THE BEST THING IN THIS WORLD 🙇 CAN I PLS REQUEST LOOKISM MEN WITH A HOUSEWIFE READER. THANK YOU SO MUCH LOVE YOUR WORK 😍🥰

Hey anon, thanks for reading my brainrot and your request! You are adorable and I am loving the energy in this ask.

Gone for hc, but lemme know if you want a lil fic/drabble. I started to write a snippet for Jake and Goo and then realised I wanted to write for more of the boys but it gets a bit repetitive, yknow?

Lookism Boys with Housewife S/O headcanons

Jake Kim

After what feels like a lifetime of instant ramen and worrying about Big Deal, it's nice to have some homecooked meals and know that at least one part of his life is running smoothly.

Will always try to split the chores and errands evenly with you, because it's Jake. And if you wave him away and say no it's fine, he will follow you around anyway because spending time with you? Yes please.

Goo Kim

If you want to be a housewife, knock yourself out, honeybun. If you want to just sit around on your ass all day and do nothing, that's fine too. Goo will hire cleaners. Whatever makes you happy.

Actually loves doing shared chores with you though, and canonically he loves to cook. You do the prepping, he does the actual chef work. A little because it's a fun roleplay for him, and a lot because he does appreciate time together where he can just ramble on to you.

Gun Park

Housewife is.. fine. He can provide more than enough for the both of you. Honestly doesn't have any feelings about it one way or the other.

From a practical and pragmatic sense, it's nice to have someone he trusts look after your home. And then if/when there are kids coming along then it's also a lot easier if you are a stay-at-home parent too.

Samuel Seo

You're not so much a housewife, as a kept wife. Samuel has the vibes that if he can afford to so, and he absolutely can, then you are not lifting a finger.

Yes, he loves you but more because it's a matter of pride that he can provide for you in all areas of your life. You keeping the household running smoothly? Fine. But doing dishes? He has the ridiculous notion that it's below you.

Eugene

Yeah, you're also not going to be a housewife with Eugene. You can be in a power couple with him, but there is zero expectation to be a traditional housewife. You guys employ people for that.

Enjoy your shopping and brunches and being on the board of charities or whatever with other socialites.

DG/James Lee

This guy has enemies and unhinged fans coming out of his butthole, so for your safety and his peace of mind, housewife is great. Leaves pretty much most of the errands to you as his fame prevents him doing even the most simple things (but yet no one catches him beating up minors).

Extremely private with his personal life and with you. You're the only bit of normalcy in his insane life (lives?) and appreciates the sanctuary and home you have both built. Seeing you do the laundry, dust, cook, whatever? It's a sigh of relief for his soul.

Zack Lee/Vasco Tabasco

The two of them are pretty similar here.

Are you kidding? Absoutely loves that you are a housewife, there's something about the fact that you are looking after their wellbeing that they adore.

Has very traditional ideas of gender roles, much to the chagrin of you at times, so them being the financial provider, and the household being your domain sounds great to them. Any issues with that? Don't worry, just let them know and they will bend over backwards to make sure you're happy.

Xiaolong

Takes a long time to get used this, and even then you being a housewife and looking after the household and family never quite feels right.

Don't blame Xiaolong though, he has had a lifetime of servitude. Always feels a little guilty about not looking after you in all areas of your life. He never quite fully breaks out of this mindset but is forever grateful for you and all that you do.

Vin Jin

What housewife? You're on the road touring with him when he's an international platinum-selling rapper.

Johan Seong

Well a positive of you being a housewife is that the further away from danger you are, the better.

However, being the sole financial provider does stress him out. He's had to scrape so goddamn hard for his mother's surgery, and the thought that the he has to do that forever? It does freak him out a little.

Much much prefers an equal partnership.

Eli Jang

Loves the stability of having you being a housewife for Yenna.

He trusts you with his life, and more importantly with Yenna. Eli knows she is in a safe pair of hands with you so that is a massive weight off his mind.

Overall it does a lot for healing the shitty childhood he had. Experiencing the loving home you have cultivated means more to him than you will ever know.

Warren Chae

He is the best househusband, and no one can convince me otherwise. Being able to have a calm life, with a loving partner and his biggest concern are looking after the home and family? After worrying about Hostel? Sign him the fuck up.

Warren will wave you off to work with a smile, the most delicious home-cooked lunch ever and a little note for you to read and perk up your day.

[artemis32]

Can you do a Drabble or imagines for Xiaolong from Lookism?

I got a similar ask like a few months ago and I got halfway through answering it before I forgot about it, so here you go eventually

is this a fic?? a drabble?? headcanons?? no one knows

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lookism masterlist

And yet, here you are.

The likelihood of you catching his eye is low. So low.

The most plausible reason for the two of you ever crossing paths is that you were a friend of Vivi’s - or rather, your fathers were business partners and you were ordered to spend time with her for the sake of some or other business deal.

It’s not that you thought she was a horrible person. Well, not at first.

You were young when you first met her, a bit before Xiaolung was brought on as her bodyguard.

Something about her had made you uncomfortable. Not enough to leave, just enough to be wary of her - at least, as wary as a child could be.

As the years went on, she changed, became worse. Part of you would have liked to have excused her behaviour, her mindset. It would have been easy enough to brush her bad attitude off as a result of her turbulent childhood, or the freedom she had been given at such a young age.

For a few years, you did. You ignored her off-putting mannerisms, her unhealthy habits, the people she surrounded herself with.

You ignored all of it. Until you couldn’t anymore.

No matter how disgusted Vivi had made you over the years, you had remained cordial, polite, sometimes even nice, if that was possible.

But something like this - you’d been sick when you’d found out.

Bent over the porcelain toilet bowl, you’d sat there for twenty minutes, until your stomach was empty and you were left dry heaving, throat constricting painfully.

How on earth could you have stuck around for this long? Why? Why did you have to find out about this?

Instead of voicing your concerns, you slowly tidied yourself up, rinsing your mouth out a few times.

The sour taste still remained. Or maybe that was just the guilt you felt.

****

Thinking back on it, you must have been pretty naïve to see the best parts of Vivi. And you must have been just as bad as her to ignore how truly corrupt she was.

Ignoring her drug problem was easy enough.

It wasn’t illegal in Korea, so it was none of your business. If she wanted to destroy herself, that was her problem. Besides, it wasn’t as if the two of you were actually friends.

Not in any way that actually mattered.

The clubs, while slightly distasteful, were far from illegal. And if people were enjoying themselves, you weren’t about to play morality police.

In any case, you weren’t in Korea often enough for it to be of any personal consequence.

That is, until you were.

For the foreseeable future, you would remain in Korea.

That’s fine. There’s plenty to do, plenty to see. And if all else fails, at least the food is good.

Of course, it wouldn’t be that simple.

Vivi learnt of your extended stay and immediately invited you to join her for an evening in a private room in the club - her club.

And as much as you would have loved to have declined the offer, you were representation of your father more than anything else. That meant upholding his image and acting in a way that would gain the favour of his business partners.

Which meant that you had to accept invitations as often as possible. Dinner with Crystal Choi, clubbing with Vivi, an uncomfortable meeting with Mitsuki Soma that had no apparent purpose other than bonding time.

So you sucked up all of your complaints and reservations and accepted.

A decision that you came to quickly regret.

****

The evening had started off on a sour note, something that should have been the first sign of the situation being amiss.

You stood outside the club, surveying the small group of people being unceremoniously shoved out onto the pavement.

Repeating your life motto, you sidestepped the growing pile and slipped into the club without being stopped.

It’s not my problem.

It’s not my problem.

The sentiment had lost it’s effect over the years, but you’ve clung to it like the life raft it is - not that you’ve had much of a choice. But there’s only so much you can do. Despite your father’s high social standing and all of the benefits that come with your surname, there are times that you stand as powerless as anyone else.

Truly, social power can only get you so far in life, especially when the only power you hold is in your name. That being said, you weren’t one to intervene in other people’s business, even if there was something you could do.

Regardless, your mind quickly moves on once Vivi catches sight of you and drags you away to a private room, guards surrounding the two of you as you easily cut through the crowds.

The evening carries on with Vivi continuously trying to shove drinks and drugs in your face and you politely declining each time. You’d never found much of an appeal in either.

Not that you had never tried it. No, you’d dabbled in all sorts of otherwise illegal activities. But after a while, it lost its kick, and you decided that rather than fall down that rabbit hole, you’d boot the habit altogether.

And looking at Vivi’s glossed over eyes, drool dripping out of the corner of her mouth, while surrounded by other privileged trust fund babies in a similar state, you were thankful you had.

But the drug induced haze only ever lasted so long for someone like Vivi, and she quickly moved on to another activity once she was somewhat sobered up.

****

It was nearing two in the morning and you were eager to leave, looking for an excuse to slip away.

The perfect opportunity presented itself soon enough. Vivi was half asleep, leaning back in her seat as she came down from her high. She truly was a sight, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth, eyes wide and vacant, her head tilted back as she inspected the ceiling.

You rose quietly, taking a half step towards her before whispering out that you’d be leaving. Honestly, you didn’t think she was even aware enough to register what you’d said.

Expect your words seem to be a wake up call of sorts, and she blinks blearily, staring up at you dumbly. Your words seem to register with her and she hurriedly sits up, nearly tumbling off of her seat.

“No! No you can’t leave yet! I still have one more surprise for you.”

She’s pouting now, seconds away from a sulking session.

That never ends well, so you internally roll your eyes, giving her a hard smile and agreeing to stay.

“Fine, I’ll stay. Now show me this surprise.”

****

You regret asking.

You regret coming to the club.

No, you regret coming to Korea.

Most of all, you regret pretending to be friends with Vivi.

After you had agreed to stay for her so-called surprise, she’d dragged you upstairs, to a large room above the club.

"Vivi," you say, staring blankly ahead.

"Yes? Do you like it? Do you?"

She'd been bouncing around since the two of you entered the room, hopping in place like an excited rabbit.

You wanted to smack her.

"What is this?"

Her shoulders droop.

"Whaaat? You don't like it?"

Her tone is whiny and high pitched, and you feel a throbbing headache begin to build behind your eyes.

"Vivi," you say in a tired tone.

"It's a present, duh. A new toy! Why don't you like it? I can get a different one - oh, do you prefer girls?"

She fixes you with a knowing look.

"I won't judge."

"No, that's not- ugh, never mind. Where did he come from?"

She rambles on, skirting around the point.

You grow tired of her disjointed words and approach the crumpled head on the bed before you. You reach out slowly, gently flipping the man over, and-

Your sprint to the bathroom is panicked, and you barely make it to the toilet in time before you're heaving up your lunch.

****

That man - he'd been drugged out of his mind, he'd had a collar on, as if he was some sort of pet. There'd been a puddle of drool under his face, and his eyes could barely focus on one thing at a time.

But the marks on his body, below the robe.

He wasn't there willingly. Not at all.

There's a knock at the door, and it's swinging open before you can chase them away.

Xiaolung.

"What do you want," you rasp as you lean heavily against the sink, fingers turning white as you grip the edge.

"Vivi was concerned when you ran off - she wanted me to come and check on you."

You scoff, rinsing your mouth and face before taking in a deep breath, calming yourself.

"I'm fine. I'm leaving, please get my coat."

You whisk past him. Or rather, you try to.

He grabs your forearm, fingers flexing against the smooth flesh.

"I'm sorry, but you can't leave yet."

You smack his hand away.

"You don't tell me what to do. I am leaving now."

"No. I'm sorry, but I can't allow it. Vivi will be upset if you leave now, and I cannot let that happen."

You glare up at him.

"Why are you so concerned with her feelings? You're her bodyguard, not her friend."

You see something in his eyes then, barely a flicker, but-

"Oh, give me a break. You love her? Her? Come on. She doesn't see you as anything more than a toy. You're on the exact same level as that man out there."

You roll your eyes and push past him, pausing for the briefest moment.

"People like Vivi and Mitsuki - they don't see see people like you as a people. They see you as tools. Thinking any differently is stupid. Why do you think I hate them so much?"

You leave without another word, waving off the various wait staff and guards as you speed out the building. Placating Vivi would be a problem for the future. For now, you wanted to get as far away from that wretched woman as possible.

Xiaolung stood where you left him, deep in thought.

He knew how Vivi and others like her viewed people like him. He knew that he was beneath her.

But you spoke as if you didn't believe the same thing.

He knew his devotion for her was blind and unbiased, but you - did you think he was worthy of something akin to respect? Did you view him as a person, as someone equal to you?

Regardless, he shouldn't let such thoughts overtake him. They were nothing more than a distraction from his work.

He wiped his mind of the memory of your words and your expression, and set of to find a distraught Vivi. Now he'd have to reassure her that her gift was kind and thoughtful.

****

He could hardly believe his ears.

Your father had bought him? Paid Vivi's father for ownership of him? Truly?

He had believed that his life was over. He'd failed his duty as a bodyguard, returned home with a heavy heart, accepting of his fate.

But to hear that you'd asked your father to bid for his life, to have him join you? That threw him off.

There was a catch. There had to be one.

"No catch. You work under me now."

"I- Very well."

He was prepared for the worst. You couldn't have been worse than Vivi, you couldn't have expected too much, right?

Except you were so... uncaring?

You didn't treat him badly, not by any stretch, quite the opposite. You treated him so normally. You didn't view him as a bodyguard, that much was certain.

For the first time in his life, he was just... there.

There were no expectations, no demands of his time or mind, his only job was to accompany you out in public. You barely left your apartment, so even that was a lax job.

He found himself drifting off in thought a lot, especially since there wasn't much else to do. He sat around your apartment, lounging on the couch or in your office, watching you walk around completing such menial tasks.

You were nothing like Vivi.

As time past, he began to realise that his feelings towards you were veering from appropriate admiration and respect as his employer, to something more perverse, almost obsessive.

His admiration for you, for how sweet and caring and amazing you were, it grew tenfold.

He grew to take his job very seriously. Keeping you safe and happy became his number one priority, one which you made very difficult to achieve.

You brushed off his concerns and scoffed at his caution. You lived in such a nonchalant way, acting as if he were the greatest inconvenience in your life.

He wished you'd listen to his worries, do as he says when he tells you it isn't safe. But shake your head in that disappointed way, looking at him as if you know something he doesn't.

It infuriates him.

It's also something he loves about you.

He chooses to protect you with his life not because it's his job, but because he loves you.

Well, not love.

It's too dirty of a feeling to be described as that.

Sometimes it frightens him - the lengths he's willing to go to, the things he's willing to do to keep you safe and happy.

Back when he worked for Vivi - a time he tried not to think about - he did whatever he was told to without question. He did it without thinking, no feelings or personal emotions involved in his actions.

Now, he does things of his own volition.

And he does it with fiery passion. Each movement is purposeful, made with the sole intention of protecting you.

You take it all in stride, never batting an eye at the intense look in his eyes or his flat tone.

His obsession is clear, though he hardly tries to hide it. Neither of you really seem to care though - you, because you hardly listen to his orders, and Xiaolung, because he rationalises it as him protecting you.

Overall, yandere Xiaolung isn't terrible, but only because you ignore the very obvious red flags. One word from you and most of his overbearing traits fall back for a while.

As long as you ignore his protectiveness and reign him in when he gets carried away, you'll be fine.