#jaegyeon na headcanons

[amphitriteswife]

Jaegyeon na NSFW HC’s

Fem reader

@yue-yolk

✨ He’s more of a switch in bed. He doesn’t mind having you take the lead, he’ll follow right behind you. But there are times where he wants to be in charge, just like when he’s behind the steering wheel.

✨ he EATS okay. Eater. Nom nom. He doesn’t even care what he eats he just eating. He’ll lick it from the front to the back and from the back to the front. Long. slow. licks. Sucking, humming, lapping, anything. He’ll look you straight in the eyes too while he sucks or humms against you. Pull his hair back too, he’ll like if more than he wants to admit.

✨ his nether regions are well kept and yes the hair is black and not blonde or red (😔) they’re rather thick but it’s not bushy. It’s more like a carpet and it’s only above his dick because he does NOT like hair under it. He may like a carpet but not a swamp.

✨ He has a thing for car sex. He will always try to mask it by playing annoyed with you. ‘Don’t be so sloppy. You’ll dirty initial N.’ Or ‘babe, I can’t see the road if you keep bouncing like that.’ Even though he’s annoyed and clicks his tongue at you, there is no way he doesn’t like it. He’s the one having his hand on your head and making you choke. He’s the one who trapped you in between his arms and using the ‘i’m just using the steering wheel’ excuse when you bounce on him, knowing that he only ever uses one arm to ride.

✨ he’s very perverted when it comes to masturbating. Most of the time its actually an intrusive thought in his eyes and he feels embarrassed for it too. What does he use for doing that? His hands most of the time, but if he’s feeling really freaky, he might rub himself on your pillow. Does it feel godly and did it make him extremely horny? Yes. But after he was fine he felt so ashamed and changed your pillow. He’ll take that to his grave

✨ he cums faster than you’d expect. But usually it’s not that much. When he’s edgying he lasts just way longer and cums more than usual. It’s more on the thicker and creamier side. He usually doesn’t come inside, mainly because he doesn’t want accidents to happen. But he’ll later on be more okay with it depending on a discussion about it. He prefers facials though

✨ Jaegyeon uses a lot of pet names. He doesn’t feel ashamed for them and uses them regularly. His favorites are ‘darling’ and ‘princess.’ He uses them or a regular basis, but he also has special ones he’ll use just in bed. When his voice is slightly strained and hoarse from moaning too much. Depending on your preference, he could call you his ‘good girl.’ Or if you prefer to he a top he has no problem calling you his ‘mommy’(im cringing but i do hc it so leave me alone for it-)

✨ Now, what does his dick look like? It’s slightly above average, so like 15 cm. It’s more vainy by the shaft. The head is like #ffc1cc. It also has a long vein on the bottom which actually helps with stimulating you since it rubs against your G-spot, he isn’t embarrassed by his size or how it looks. More that he’s naked in front of his girlfriend and he feels slightly flushed by if. If he’s flaccid if’s around the same length, and he can move it like a propeller.

✨ Degrating kink and a praise kink. How is that possible? He doesn’t know it either, but on some moments he likes it when you curse at him and dominate him, the others he likes it when you take care of him. It’s all about his mood. And in either one of them he begs a lot. As in full on pleading and being polite about it too.

✨ ‘you know I love you so much….ah…you feel so good….initial N.’ ‘UHM??? Excuse me???’ ‘Oh sorry Princess, wrong babe mb.’ Yes he would accidentally say Initial N during sex. And yes he will not deny it being his babe. He’s very defensive about it okay?

✨ definitely a fan of toys. Cock rings, vibrators, whips, anything you can ever think of, he has it. Does this mean he ever used them when he was single? Most of them he did not. He only ever maybe used a cock ring. But when you came into the picture he would use them a lot more. He also felt SUPER embarrassed at first and actually almost cried.

✨ he likes stockings, he thinks their sexy and likes to feel your legs when you wear them. He doesn’t really care which type of stockings, fishnet, garterbelts, with or without lace, with bows or prints. He likes them all. Keep em on during sex though, it turns him on real bad

✨ when it comes to traditional sex, most of the time he’s super caring and lets the both of you enjoy it. To him he’s more of a person who wants to make you feel good. Although at times when it feels too good he may space out a little because of the feeling. As in he would sometimes be rough but apologize for it.

✨ so, what is Jaegyeon’s preferences on a woman? Legs. He likes legs. Sexy, hot, thigh job. Head in between. But when it comes to shaving the nether regions, he don’t really mind? He thinks its kind of hot if you’re not super smooth. To him its a sign of maturity because pubes can actually be useful since it helps with infections. So he doesn’t mind, whether it’s bushy or just a carpet. He doesn’t mind diving into the forest

That’s all for now🫶🥶

[sscarletvenus]

lookism tweets to keep the populace entertained

[trueebeauty]

- the kings + their problems

𝖩𝖨𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖭𝖦 𝖪𝖶𝖠𝖪 - ᴘᴀʀᴀɴᴏɪᴀ

The dimly lit apartment casted an eerie shadow over Jichang's tense features as he paced back and forth, his fingers twitching. 

Gitae Kim was definitely something… and it had left him on edge, his mind plagued with thoughts of potential danger lurking around every corner, worsened by the fresh bandage on his neck – a reminder of what he had barely escaped.

A soft knock at the door made Jichang freeze, his eyes widening ever so slightly as his gaze darted toward the sound. With a slight tremble in his hands, he approached the door cautiously, peering through the peephole with bated breath.

Relief washed over him when he spotted your familiar face on the other side. Quickly, he unlocked the door, ushering you inside with a forced smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Hey," you greeted, concern etched on your features as you took in his tense demeanor and the bandage peeking out from beneath his collar. "How are you holding up?"

Jichang forced a nonchalant shrug, but his eyes betrayed him, "Yeah, I'm fine," he lied, his voice wavering ever so slightly. "Just been a long day, you know?"

You stepped closer, gently brushing your fingers against the bandage on his neck. Jichang flinched at the sudden contact, his muscles taut, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he seemed to melt into your touch, craving the comfort and security you provided.

"Jichang," you murmured, your thumb rubbing soothing circles on the tense muscles of his neck. "You don't have to put up a brave front with me. Talk to me."

A tremor ran through Jichang's body as he exhaled a shaky breath, his walls slowly crumbling under your tender gaze. "I can't shake this feeling that something bad is going to happen," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Ever since the run-in, I've been constantly on edge, waiting for something else to happen."

You pulled him into a warm embrace, your fingers combing through his hair in a calming motion while your other hand continued to soothe the tension in his neck. "I'm here now," you whispered, your lips brushing against his cheek. "You're safe here, Jichang. We won't let anything happen to you."

Jichang leaned into your embrace, his rigid posture gradually relaxing as he allowed himself to bask in your presence. His trembling subsided, and his racing heartbeat slowed to a steady rhythm, lulled by your gentle voice and the caress of your touch.

𝖲𝖤𝖮𝖭𝖦𝖩𝖨 𝖸𝖴𝖪 - ᴜɴᴡᴏʀᴛʜɪɴᴇꜱꜱ 

The sweet aroma of simmering sugar filled the air as Seongji and you worked side by side, carefully threading sugar on top of the strawberries.

A playful grin tugged at your lips as you nudged Seongji's shoulder, earning you a mock-offended gasp from him.

"Hey, watch it! You're going to make me mess up," Seongji chided.

"Oh, please, like yours could ever be anything less than perfect," you teased.

Seongji rolled his eyes, but the faint blush dusting his cheeks betrayed his pleasure at your compliment. As you reached for another skewer, your movements slowed, his gaze fixating on your hand – your perfectly normal, five-fingered hand.

A pang of insecurity flickered in his chest, and he quickly averted his eyes, turning his attention back to the simmering pot of sugar. But as he stirred, his mind wandered, dwelling on the differences between the two of you.

You were the complete opposite of him.

You were kind, loving, compassionate, open, and definitely more social.

He was cold, distrusting, introverted, he hated people (minus the children that you call **your nickname for them**).

"Who could ever love someone like me?" he thought, his brow furrowing as self-doubt crept in.

So lost in his troubled musings, Seongji failed to notice the splattering of hot sugar until a droplet landed on your hand, eliciting a hiss of pain from you.

"Ouch! Seongji, the pot!" you exclaimed, quickly grabbing a towel and wiping the sugar from your hand.

Seongji's head snapped up, his eyes widening as he realized the sugar had begun to burn and without thinking, he reached for the pot.

"Seongji, wait!" you cried out, but it was too late. He grasped the handle of the hot pot, and a pained hiss escaped his lips as the searing heat made contact with his hand.

Quickly, you grabbed your towel and wrapped it around your hand before carefully removing the pot from the heat and setting it aside. Your heart raced with concern as you rushed back to Seongji's side, gently cradling his injured hand in yours.

"Oh, Seongji," you murmured, your voice laced with worry as you examined the angry red burn marring his skin.

Seongji remained silent, his body tense as he watched you tenderly care for his wound. He couldn't comprehend why you were fussing over him, why you weren't repulsed.

"How can you stand to look at me, let alone touch me?" he whispered, his voice thick with self-loathing.

Your heart ached at the pain lacing his words, and you gently took his hand in yours, cradling it with the utmost tenderness. "Seongji, you are not a monster," you said firmly, your thumb caressing the extra digits with awe. "This is a part of you, and it's beautiful."

Seongji's eyes widened, a flicker of disbelief flickering across his features. "But—"

You shook your head vehemently, not letting him finish his sentence, leaning forward to press a featherlight kiss to each of his fingertips, cherishing every inch of his being. "You are perfect, just as you are."

Tears welled up in Seongji's eyes, but for the first time in a long while, they weren't born of anguish. Instead, they were tears of relief and acceptance.

"How did I get so lucky?" he whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he gazed at you with adoration.

You smiled warmly, intertwining your fingers with his uninjured hand. "I'm the lucky one. And I'll spend every day reminding you of how truly special and loved you are if that's what it takes."

Seongji's lips curved into a genuine smile, gently, he raised your hand to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to the exact spot where the sugar had burned you earlier.

"Thank you," he murmured, his eyes filled with gratitude and love. "For seeing me, for loving me, for everything."

𝖳𝖠𝖤𝖲𝖮𝖮 𝖬𝖠 - ᴠɪɴᴅɪᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ 

Taesoo Ma's muscles ached with fatigue as he unleashed a flurry of punches against the sturdy trunk of a pine tree. His knuckles stung with each impact, but the physical pain was a mere distraction from the burning rage that consumed him.

"That bastard," he growled through gritted teeth, his voice dripping with venom as he punched away at the stubborn tree. "I'll make you pay for everything you've done."

Taesoo had bought this secluded mountain property for hunting purposes, but it just turned into a place to train and hone his skills until he was ready for his rematch.

But as the days turned into weeks, his thirst for vengeance had morphed into an all-consuming obsession, driving him to push himself to the brink of exhaustion.

The sound of a tent flap unzipping behind him barely registered in Taesoo's mind, consumed as he was by his relentless assault on the tree. It wasn't until a familiar voice called out to him that he finally paused, chest heaving with exertion.

"Taesoo? Have you been out here all night?" you asked, concern lacing your tone as you took in his disheveled appearance.

Taesoo wiped the sweat from his brow, offering you a tired smile. "I lost track of time."

You frowned, crossing the clearing to stand closer to him. "You're going to run yourself into the ground at this rate," you chided gently, reaching out to cradle his bruised knuckles in your hands, your gaze lingering on the eye patch covering his missing eye.

Taesoo tensed, his good eye narrowing as he turned his head away, shielding himself from your view. He braced himself for the inevitable look of pity or disgust, but it never came.

Instead, you gently cupped his cheek, turning his face back towards you with a tender touch. "Hey," you murmured, your voice soft and reassuring. "You don't have to hide from me."

Before Taesoo could protest, you pulled him into a warm embrace, your arms wrapping around him as you rested your cheek against his chest. "I'm here, Taesoo. All of you. The scars, the pain, the anger – I'll carry it all with you."

"I have to get stronger," he murmured, his voice laced with determination. "I can't let him get away with what he did to me, to the others."

Your heart ached at the pain etched into his features, and you gently guided him towards a nearby fallen log, coaxing him to sit down beside you.

"Taesoo, you're already one of the strongest people I know," you said earnestly, your thumb tracing soothing circles over his calloused knuckles. "But strength alone won't be enough to defeat someone like James Lee."

Taesoo's brow furrowed, a flicker of doubt crossing his features. "Then what else is there?"

You offered him a soft smile, "You need to take care of yourself, too," you murmured. "Pushing yourself to the brink of exhaustion won't do you any good in the long run."

Taesoo let out a weary sigh, his shoulders slumping as if the weight of the world rested upon them. "I just... I can't let him win. Not after what he's taken from me."

"And he won't," you assured him, your fingers gently carding through his hair. "But you need to trust that you'll be ready when the time comes. For now, focus on your own well-being. Let me take care of you."

A flicker of vulnerability flickered across Taesoo's face, but he didn't shy away from your tender touch. Instead, he leaned into your embrace, "I don't know what I did to deserve you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

You pressed a featherlight kiss to his temple, your arms wrapping around him in a comforting embrace. "You deserve the world, Taesoo. And I'll be right here, every step of the way, reminding you of that."

𝖩𝖠𝖤𝖦𝖸𝖤𝖮𝖭 𝖭𝖠 -  ᴍᴀᴛᴇʀɪᴀʟɪꜱᴛɪᴄ

The roar of a powerful engine echoed through the bustling streets as Jaegyeon Na pulled up in yet another sleek, high-end sports car. His face was alight with childlike glee as he stepped out of the driver's seat, running his hands along the pristine exterior with joy.

"Isn't she a beauty?" he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with uncontrolled enthusiasm.

A soft sigh escaped your lips as you approached him, a small frown tugging at the corners of your mouth. "Jaegyeon, didn't you just buy a new car last month?"

Jaegyeon's grin faltered slightly at your scolding tone, but he quickly recovered, waving a dismissive hand. "Ah, that old thing? It was starting to feel a bit dated, you know how it is."

You arched an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest. "No, Jaegyeon, I don't know how it is. You can't keep going through cars like this. It's a colossal waste of money."

Jaegyeon's pout deepened, his lower lip jutting out in an exaggerated display of grumpiness. "But, I take good care of my cars! It's not my fault that they get... a little scratched up now and then."

You fixed him with a pointed look, recalling the numerous instances of Jaegyeon's "minor scratches" turning into full-blown dents and shattered windshields. "Jaegyeon, you need to stop damaging your cars. This habit of yours is getting out of hand."

Jaegyeon's shoulders slumped, and he kicked at an imaginary pebble on the ground, his expression almost comically dejected. "It's not like I mean to wreck them," he mumbled, his voice tinged with disappointment.

Your heart softened at the genuine sadness in his tone, and you stepped closer, gently cupping his cheek in your hand. "I know, Jaegyeon. But you have to drive carefully, especially ones as expensive as these cars."

Jaegyeon leaned into your touch, his eyes searching yours for understanding. "I do, I just get so caught up in the thrill of driving, you know? And besides half the time, someone else breaks it."

You couldn't help but smile, even as you shook your head in exasperated fondness. "I know, but that's no excuse for recklessness. Promise me you'll take better care of this one?"

A slow grin spread across Jaegyeon's face, and he nodded eagerly. "I promise. No more scratches, dents, or shattered windshields. Scout's honor!"

You chuckled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. "Somehow, I doubt you were ever a scout, but I'll take your word for it."

Jaegyeon beamed, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. "You know, you're the best."

You rolled your eyes playfully but returned his embrace with equal warmth anyways.

𝖦𝖮𝖭𝖦𝖲𝖤𝖮𝖡 𝖩𝖨 - ɪᴍᴘᴜʟꜱɪᴠᴇ

Gongseob Ji let out a triumphant whoop as his opponent crumpled to the ground, knocked out cold. He puffed out his chest, reveling in his victory, when a sudden urge struck him – an impulsive desire to assert his dominance even further.

Hands immediately unzipping his zipper, just as he was about to act on that ill-advised impulse, a familiar voice cut through the haze of adrenaline.

"Gongseob Ji, don't you dare!" you exclaimed, rushing towards him with a look of sheer disgust engraved on your face.

Gongseob froze, his eyes widening as you grabbed him by the ear, tugging him away from the unconscious figure on the ground.

"Ow, ow, ow! [Your Name], what gives?" he protested, wincing at the firm grip you had on his ear.

You fixed him with a stern look, your free hand reaching to his zipper, pulling it up. "You know exactly what gives, Gongseob. Don't even try to play innocent with me."

Gongseob pouted, his bravado deflating under your disapproving gaze. "But I won fair and square! I was just going to celebrate a little."

You arched an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by his justification. "By peeing on your opponent? Yeah, that's not happening."

Gongseob's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and he averted his gaze, mumbling under his breath. "Well, when you put it like that..."

Your expression softened, and you released his ear, opting instead to gently cup his face in your hands. "Gongseob, you're an amazing fighter, but you can't just do that. It's disrespectful and frankly, a bit gross."

Gongseob's shoulders slumped, and he leaned into your touch, his eyes full of remorse. "You're right, I got carried away again, didn't I?"

You smiled softly, brushing his braid to the back. "It's okay, Just remember, true strength isn't about showing off or humiliating others. It's about having the discipline and self-control to use your abilities responsibly."

Gongseob nodded, his lips quirking into a lopsided grin. "You always know just what to say, don't you?"

You chuckled, linking your arm through his as you guided him away from the scene. "Someone has to keep that impulsive streak of yours in check, Mr. Hotshot Fighter."

[shintaru]

Lookism | cuddling head canons pt.2

Pt.1, pt.3, pt.4

Jiho Park

Depends on which version of Jiho you’re cuddling with. Before prison Jiho would be a nervous wreck when it comes to cuddling and then he’d go brag about it afterwards. After prison Jiho I see him being more dominant/ confident & unhinged… just because he wants to be in control

Likes smoking cigarettes when your in his lap leaning against his chest

Loves being the small spoon

Will try to cop a feel

Let’s you wear his clothes to bed

Mary Kim

Nearly squeezes you to death

Likes playing with your hair

Loves wearing your clothes

Will lay in your arms and rant to you anytime she’s feeling sad or insecure

let’s you rant about your day, may best someone up after you’re done cuddling up f you mention any names

Vin Jin

Will try to cop a feel

Likes making you feel safe when you cuddle

Loves when you fall asleep on him

Will not stop talking about his and Duke’s rap career. If you mention anything he tries to act like he isn’t a fan of Duke but you always catch him listening to him

Let’s you take his glasses off while you’re sitting on his lap facing him if he’s really comfortable with you.

Jaegyeon Na

Talks about his cars while you play with his hair

Likes hearing you laugh when he says something funny

Loves laying his head on your chest

Will tickle you when you’re almost asleep

Let’s you sleep in his clothes, he finds it cute

Samuel Seo

you can smell the lingering scent of cigarettes anytime you’re wrapped in his arms

Likes letting you use his shower before you cuddle because he wants you to smell like all of his products

Loves cuddling with you when you’re both naked

Will definitely try to cop a feel

Let’s you sleep over so he can wake up with you in his arms, he won’t admit that’s the reason he lets you stay over

Dedicated to @vynnyll @samuelseowife

[koiiiji]

author's note ; if u ever wondered how randomly ideas got into my head — there u go

summary ; it was a regular, quiet afternoon. you were sitting on the couch, phone in hand, scrolling through tiktok. but then, one video caught your attention — a video of a beluga whale playing with people, making playful squeaky noises, playfully letting out trickles of water if trainers didn’t give them more ice than to their friends. it was so cute that tears started streaming down your face. you couldn’t help it, the overwhelming adorableness and how intelligent this creature are, hit you hard.

KIM JUNGOO

later, Jungoo sauntered in, his usual cocky grin on his face. “what’s going on here, cupcake?” he asked, raising an eyebrow when he saw you sitting on the couch, eyes a little red and swollen from crying. you held up your phone one last time. “b-beluga whales… they’re cute.”

Jungoo’s grin widened, amused but not mocking. “you’re crying over whales?” he teased, plopping down next to you. but then he caught sight of the video and paused. “but wait! they are kinda cute,” he admitted, leaning closer to watch. “but why the tears, sweetie? you know you’ve got me, right? i’m way cuter than some random whale.”

you rolled your eyes, though a small smile tugged at your lips. “it’s just… they’re so adorable and so incredibly intelligent, i just can’t hold it.” you mumbled, sniffing with your cute nose again.

Jungoo’s teasing grin softened as he slipped an arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest. “hey, hey, it’s okay,” he murmured, the playful edge in his voice giving way to genuine care. he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his tone gentling. “you don’t have to cry over something so small. i’m here.”

he tightened his hold, giving you a comforting squeeze. “and if it’s tears you need, you can cry on me anytime. no whales necessary,” he added with a wink.

then, as if reading your mood, he shot a glance around and smirked. “is it… that time of the month?” he chuckled softly, but quickly added, “just kidding, cupcake. whatever it is, i got you.”

you couldn’t help but laugh through the remaining sniffles, feeling the weight of your emotions lighten with his warmth around you.

MA TAESOO

a moment later, while you were still curled up on the couch, sniffling over more beluga whale videos, Taesoo stopped by, a bottle of water in hand. he was in his usual relaxed state, looking as though nothing ever phased him. but when he saw your tear-streaked face, his laid-back expression faltered.

“why are you crying?” Taesoo asked in his deep, calm voice, handing you the water and sitting down across from you. his sharp eyes scanned your face, concern hidden beneath his calm demeanor.

“it’s just… beluga whales,” you mumbled, holding your phone up to show him.

he raised an eyebrow, clearly not understanding the emotional devastation of adorable aquatic creatures. “…you’re crying..over whales?”

“they’re so cute!” you said, trying to explain. “look at their little foreheads!!! so puffy and soft!”

Taesoo stared at the video for a moment before letting out a quiet sigh. “i mean, i guess they are kind of cute… in a weird way.”

he looked at you, his gaze soft, and then, in an uncharacteristically tender move, he wrapped one arm around you, pulling you closer, under his wing. it was a little awkward — Taesoo wasn’t used to these moments — but he held you close, offering warm comfort. “it’s okay to cry sometimes. even over cute whales.”

you smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you at how gentle he was being. he patted your arm, his touch firm but soothing. “you’ll feel better soon,” he murmured, pressing tender kiss on your forehead.

and though he didn’t say it, you could tell he was silently asking himself if it might be that time of the month. but he was smart enough not to say it out loud.

NA JAEGYEON

a little while later, you were still nestled on the sofa, when Jaegyeon appeared. he looked down at you, quickly noticing your tear-streaked face. “what’s going on?” he asked, his voice quiet, but you could tell he was genuinely concerned.

“beluga whales,” you sobbed and explain gently, still holding a phone in your hands.

Jaegyeon blinked, confused. “whales?”

“they’re really cute,” you muttered, looking up to Jaegyeon with tearly puppy eyes. he tilted his head, clearly trying to make sense of the situation. after a few seconds, he let out a soft sigh and walked over, crouching down in front of you. “you cried because they’re cute?”

“yeah,” you sniffled, giving him a weak smile. he hesitated for a moment and crouched down beside you, trying to get a better look at the video. “let me see that.”

as the beluga whale squeaked on screen, Jaegyeon let out a small chuckle. “okay, yeah. that is kinda cute. but cute enough to cry?” he raised an eyebrow, his voice teasing but not unkind.

you blushed, feeling embarrassed. “i know it sounds dumb…”

“no, no, it’s not dumb!” he said quickly, suddenly throwing his hands up in surrender, his face breaking into a goofy grin. “i mean, if a whale is cute enough to make you cry, i’d say they are doing a great job.”

before you could respond, Jaegyeon plopped down next to you and poked your cheek gently, his smile widening. “but seriously, if you’re gonna cry, at least save your tears for something like… i don’t know, baby penguins or puppies. they’re cuter than whales, right?”

you couldn’t help but giggle at his goofy tone. “they all are cute”

Jaegyeon leaned back, pretending to think deeply. “actually, now that i’m thinking about it… maybe i should cry over whales too. if they’re that cute, i don’t wanna miss out on this crying trend.”

you let out a soft laugh as Jageyon exaggeratedly wiped at his dry eyes. “look at me, i’m tearing up just thinking about them! poor belugas, being so cute and all…”

feeling more at ease, you nudged him playfully. “you’re such a dork.”

he grinned, happy to see you smiling again. then, without warning, he scooted closer and wrapped you up in a soft, but slightly awkward hug. “alright, come here. if you wanna cry over cute stuff, i’ll make sure you’re not crying alone. we’ll be a couple of whale criers together.”

you blinked, surprised at the sudden hug, but soon melted into it. he patted your back clumsily, like he was still getting used to offering physical comfort, but it was clear he meant well. “but you know,” he mumbled into your hair, “next time, just call me instead of the whales. i’m at least a little cuter, right?”

you laughed again, feeling the warmth of his arms around you and the silliness of his words lightening your heart. Jaegyeon pulled back just enough to look at you, his expression softening as he spoke quietly, “seriously though, it’s okay to cry. even if it’s over something silly. i got you.”

[yours-lovingly-cho]

тнє gσℓ∂єη тяισ

S: Your two pretty boy besties ;) incl: platonic; female fighter reader ; au; thoughts + fic-ish or whatever it is called; grammar errors(?); apologises for any mischaracterisation; I'm not the best at crack im sorrii 😔; would you want a part 2?

Mlist

꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦

✒ You and your two pretty boy bestfriends who love you sooo much

✒ One's your partner in crime 🤜🤛 & another your ✨m o m✨ (tho he would never admit it lol)

✒You & jaegyeona were childhood pals. The troublemakers & the most feared duo of all time ;p

✒You were more on the quieter side while jae was the yapper. But you weren't to be taken lightly, cuz you were the mastermind of most of the troubles the two of you did

✒Quite like a sound body with a feral mind

✒ Then came a chance encounter with the monster of the mountain & boom! You three were inseparable

✒Ok lemme rephrase, you two stuck to him like glue and harrassed him (affectionately) until he accepted you lol

✒The mountains became your & jae's secret hideout :D

✒It took some time but he started clicking well- I mean, started becoming more tolerant of you two hehe

✒Seongji thinks, no- he knows he's been aging rapidly ever since he met you two

✒His palm is almost always on his face

" Why'd you do that? "

" Do what? "

" Y'know what " Seongji's eyes narrow

" We've done many things, you gotta be specific " nonchalance drips in Jaegyeona's voice

" .... "

" .... "

" Wellllll if you're talkin' about why that old dirtbag was rushed to the hospital" you start while playing with a stray lock of your hair

"was probably cuz he ingested some real spice "

" ...... What the- "

" But. " Jae interrupts him, " it wasn't intentional, we were simply playing around " he tried to sound innocent, which hardly suited him

" It was just a silly little accident"

" Yeah...... right. " Seongji barely stops a sigh escaping him

"Who knew that old fart had low tolerance " you shrug with a shit-eating smirk

Nonetheless, seeing you he couldn't stop his pretty little lips curving a little. Maybe, the shaman writhing in pain ain't that bad

You & your silly sheningangs really...

[✿]

It wasn't uncommon to find yourself in the Kings little meetings.

Unbeknownst to you, you are actually well reputed because of the cunning devil you are

(Having connections from foreign to native, authority and what not )

A subject of interest indeed.

" Why didn't you take Busan for yourself? " Geongseop(?) once rolled off the question during the meeting.

" You had the prowess " he had this serious look as creepy as his smiling face

The others weren't so slick (or maybe they didn't want to) at hiding their curiosity either as they burned holes on your poor face

" Simply put , didn't wanna " you shrug, hands folded and legs crossed.

[✿]

Maybe it was 'cuz you were stereotyping but when he adopted the cheoling fam, you were surprised cuz' he came off as an anti-social

You weren't so close with the cheoling fam, but would occasionally stop by, which turned out to be the best.

Teasing Seon might as well have been your part-time gig

" I was convinced you were a social recluse." You popped by his side as the kids were preparing for kimchi

" How and when'd you adopt these pups?!" You raise your brow with a crooked smile. "You didn't mix anything in their food, right? "

Placing the hot broth pot down, he gives you funny look with brows furrowed.

" Chances are never zero, y'know " Jae popped on his other side, wearing the same the same grin as yours

Ugh " If you two are so free, wash the dishes "

" Nooooo " come two voices in unison making Seon's hand clench, tempted to smack you two on the head

[✿]

You've been more careful ever since you learned of his little panic attacks

You'd try your best to be by his side. When'er he closed himself off, you'd wait for hours outside just in case.

Jae would insist to leave it be, but you were one stubborn mule leaving him no choice but to accompany you sometimes.

" Should we prepare Ramyeon while we wait" asks Jae, playing with your locks as you two sit side by side

" We ate ramyeon yesterday too. " You reply side-eyeing

" and the day before yesterday, and before that too. Seriously aren't you bored " you give him a funny look

He only pouts in response, muttering something under his breath

When it was over, you'd offer this soon-to-be-diabetic his tanghlulu and just... exist there with him whilst admiring the ground for few minutes.

[✿]

Ever since the burial of that old geezer, you & Jae somehow convinced Seon to join them in the city.

The day before you three decided to leave, was the day Seon found himself with Sujin behind closed doors.

You were plenty grateful to spot him by the shore before it was too late.

" What are you doing? " You grab his wrist as tight as you could, breathing still heavy from running

He's quiet.

" Let's go already. You've got a lot to pack" you yank him and he staggers a little

" Come on " you yank again and this time instead of moving, he lands on his knees.

He was shaking. " I can't" comes out a small voice.

" Why not? "

" 'cause" comes another small voice, barely above a whisper " I'm a monster "

" My foot. " You spit. " Either you voluntarily come with me like a good boy or I drag you all the way. Choose. "

" I can't " he mutters

You squat in front, hand still holding tight onto his wrist. " You will. Wanna bet. "

" ..... "

You crack you neck " very well. Let's see who wins "

An image of unconscious Jae being single-handedly dragged by you to his cottage flashes acrosses Seon's mind when you finally loosen your hold on him.

He flinches with eyes as wide as saucers when he feels a pair hands grabbing hold of his thighs.

He didn't even realise he wasn't breathing when you hoist him up, making him helplessly fall on your small figure as you bounce him a little.

" W-what in t- " he forgets how to speak for a moment.

" Shh. We've got a lot to pack and now it's late all thanks to you. " You huff.

Seon's body was shaking again but for a completely different. " Pfft- " the hand covering his mouth is hardly doing anything to stop him.

He slowly leans on you while letting out a small chuckle.

His heart was a little lighter, albeit he still wasn't ready to face whatever was before.

▐░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▌

Tbc (?), cuz it streched more than I thought

[ Would you want a Part 2 of Seongji adapting to city ?]

[winterwump]

Lord Jesus😩

One thing about PTJ, he’s gonna make some eye-candy. Lord have mercy, we must stay focused

[monkejustwantsart]

Jaegyeon Na.

requested. by Lam

[sasucaty]

it's funny how james is the maknae of the first gen like everyone's going around calling him a kid in cheonliang arc. It's pretty clear that he's probably 17-18 in cheonliang and taesoo,seokdu are seniors ig(based on the uniforms) and its possible seongji,jichang are older than them. now that I see james' dynamic with the kings could be a lot more wholesome if james wasn't such a cvnt. gen 1 kings could be hyungs to james

-seongji is the comfy older bro and james respects him.

-taesoo and gongseop are middle bros who teases james and tries to discipline him.

-jichang's the peacemaker but he honestly gives in letting them do whatever they want.

-jaegyeon is the comedian of the group. he easily vibes with james since both of them go to same hair salon and prob some occasional beach trips

bonus Jake's bro(Seouls king) is james partner-in-crime which is CANON lol.

[amphitriteswife]

Jaegyeon na dating headcanons! Sfw and Nsfw

I was too impatient to finish the other ones so yeah-

@yue-yolk

_______________

✨ Dating Jaegyeon na means you’re dating the definition of a mood swing. Sometimes he’s all flirty and confident, the other he’s childish and whiny.

✨ He likes it if you ask him to drop you off somewhere or pick you up. He shows off Initial N and calls it his ‘baby’. Don’t call it junk or he’ll lose his shit.

✨ Loves shopping. If you tell him you’re shopping he’ll either ask to go with you or invites himself. Usually ends up buying expensive clothes and necklaces. They’re not for you though. This one’s for him. He’ll buy yours next time

✨ ‘hey Y/n get me ice cream’ ‘no get it yourself.’ ‘Could’ve told me to cut off my balls as well.’ He takes little things seriously. Not always but usually. Sometimes its for comical reasons and sometimes he’s just insecure

✨ fragile masculinity. He’s the type to freak out if you call him pretty boy because ‘he’s not pretty. He’s handsome.’ He thinks of himself as very manly man.

✨ LOVES kissing. Doesn’t even have to be intimate, he just likes kisses or kissing. You did something nice for him? He gives you a kiss on the forehead. He missed you? He kisses your cheek. He just feels happy? He’s placing his lips on yours. They’re not always super long, sometimes just a peck.

✨ very active on socials. He watches your stories everyday and likes your every post. Always responds to them too, sometimes goofy and sometimes serious. Or its just an excuse to text you. ‘Babes plz buy me that too i want to be matchy.’ ‘Babee who’s that in your story?’ ‘Stop putting DG in your story his music isn’t that good. I’m better looking.’

✨ He’s a jealous boyfriend. No matter what gender or who it is he’s still jealous. He’ll also get defensive about it and start sulking if you point it out. He doesn’t want you to know that he’s sometimes feeling like that.

✨ babe. Who is that in your instagram story?’ ‘Thats my best friend. You met her.’ ‘Okay but even so why am I not your only bestie????’

✨ ‘babe why are you saying happy birthday in your story?’ ‘Because one of my friend is having their birthday.’ ‘Okay but you didn’t even congratulate me today too?’ It was in fact not his birthday he just wanted attention.

✨ Attention seeker. Man cannot stand you having eyes for someone else, well just being very close to someone that isn’t him. He wants to be your bestie and boyfriend. Just like how you are to him. He wants to be your number one. Just like how you are…together with Initial N.

✨ You can see him kissing his car sometimes. He’s not even embarrassed by it, but he does make it a point if you say that it’s disgusting. ‘You’re just jealous that i kiss my baby a lot….i love you dont leave me.’

✨ NEEDS to sleep in your bed. He hijacked it. He thinks your bed and house is more comfortable than his so he sleeps over a lot of times. He likes snuggling up to you though, especially in the winter

✨ if he’s at your house he makes himself comfortable very fast. Its yalls house now. He usually goes into your closet or looks trough most of your stuff to see what you do and don’t have

✨ He does online shopping a lot, mostly buys clothes or unnecessary and stupid things since he’s rich and has money to waste. This time he did buy you things too.

✨ Likes outgoing dates, he likes parties, clubbing and concerts but also enjoys museums, markets and cinema’s. Anything you like too. He’ll probably make your hobby his own so that he can see you get happy about it.

✨ He probably does car racing in his free time and usually takes you with him. Most of the time he only watched and just stays by your side. If he’s out racing and sees you with another guy, he’ll get jealous and give you the silent treatment

🔞 Man’s a horny dog okay? He’e not always like that but sometimes. Sometimes it can get real intimate. He’s not ashamed by it either. And if you match his freakiness its even better

🔞 Calls you ‘princess’ or ‘queen’ depending on which one you prefer. He takes pride in it if you like the nickname too and uses it regularly. But usually his voice is soft and a little hoarse when he does.

🔞 He might moan his own name or Inital N during sex on accident. It’s an honest mistake okay? ‘Ugh King you’re doing great.’ ‘The hell????’ ‘Sorry babes I got carried away’

🔞This man is sensitive asf. Touch his body with your hands. He loves it. The way your hand glides across his skin and squeezes his muscles…the way your lips press against his neck and whispered against it…he might come only by that.

🔞 definition of a switch but is definitely leaning on a little more bratty sub side. He will not listen to you. He’ll act super childish and selfish about it too.

🔞 car sex. And no he’s not fucking initial N. It’s with you in the car. He gets off if he thinks about you and him doing it in the car, don’t ask him why he doesn’t know it either. Don’t stain his seats tho, but he’ll definitely do it in the backseat or while he’s driving.

🔞 receiver. HEAVY receiver. Make him feel good. He’ll be at your mercy if you do it. Do anything to him. Gag him while you ride him. Choke him while you kiss him. Make him cry out your name out of pleasure

🔞 praise kink. Whisper those sweet seductive words in his ear and he’ll crumble right under your nose. He’ll beg and cry if you ask him too. Make him feel as if you’re the only one who can do this to him.

🔞 suck him while he’s driving. The mix of arousal and self control with trying to keep his eyes on the road will definitely make him feel hot.

🔞 He cums a lot. And fast. You’d only have to touch him and you’d already see the wet spot in his pants along with a tent. Make him stroke himself trough his pants because you refuse to touch him anymore and you’ll see him absolutely flabbergasted

🔞 he might have a thing for if you slap his face. He likes it if you handle him roughly because he’s been a brat. Put a gag in his mouth and you’ll get extra points. Man handle him please

🔞 loves Handjobs, he thinks it’s super hot or he’s lowkey embarrassed. Don’t ask him why he’ll get defensive, but he 100% likes the feeling of your hands stroking his sensitive skin

Thank yall for reading 🥶🙏

[fubukisimp]

typical gen 1 interaction

taesoo ma: oh no it’s not the carguy thing

kwak jichang : hope to god it’s not the gay thing you’re offended by

na jaegyeon: there is no gay thing

kwak jichang: because i’d be disappointed in you taesoo i’ll not lie

taesoo ma: of course not, i mean if anything the gay thing cancels out the carguy thing

na jaegyeon: again, no gay thing

gongseob Ji : you wouldn’t move over there jaegyeon, i can’t see past your massive closet

[trueebeauty]

ahh i loved your fic about the kings + their problems!! the reverse comfort sprinkled in was just perfect <3 (these men make me so sad *sniffle*)

i would love if you could write some reverse comfort scenarios where they somehow end up crying in front of you, and you just (despite what they might be used to or fear) just hold them and comfort them and let them cry TT

you can decide who you want to write for, god knows they all need a good cry and a hug..

no pressure of coursw, and remember to takw care of yourself!! have a nice day/night :)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ notes ; tysm!!! there are a bunch of requests very similar to this one, so I'll use your request for it!! <333

pt.1 of 'the kings + their problems

𝖩𝖨𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖭𝖦 𝖪𝖶𝖠𝖪 - Jichang may initially resist comfort, feeling that as a leader he shouldn't show weakness. He's used to being strong and in control. But as you simply hold him and let him cry, he slowly allows himself to be vulnerable. Through his tears, he expresses feeling overwhelmed by the weight of responsibility and the need to always put on a brave face. Allowing himself to be comforted helps him release pent-up emotions and makes him feel less alone.

You sat across from Jichang as he sat there in silence, his head in his hands. Jihan and Jibeom had decided to pull a stupid prank on him by not responding to him for over six days, and he had been scared thinking something had happened to them.

"Jichang," you said softly, "they were just playing around, I don’t know wh–"

You stopped, noticing his shoulders start to shake. A quiet sob escaped him, muffled by his hands. Your heart ached seeing him like this, he was usually so calm and composed.

You moved to sit beside him, gently placing a hand on his back. "Hey," you murmured, "it's okay. They're safe. Everything's alright."

Jichang shook his head, still not looking up. "I thought... I thought something had happened to them. I was so scared." His voice was thick with tears, barely above a whisper.

You wrapped your arm around his arm, pulling him closer to you. "I know. It's a terrible feeling. But they're okay, I promise."

He leaned into you, finally lifting his head. His face was streaked with tears, his eyes red and puffy. "I feel so stupid," he choked out. "Getting this upset over a prank."

You shook your head, reaching out to wipe away his tears. "It's not stupid. You care about them, and you were worried. That's normal."

Jichang's lower lip trembled as fresh tears spilled over as you pulled him fully into your arms, letting him bury his face in your shoulder, rubbing his back soothingly. "It's okay…"

He clung to you, his body shaking with sobs. You held him tightly, providing a safe space for him to let go of the fear and stress and responsibility he always carried.

"I was so scared," he repeated, his voice muffled against your shirt. "I thought I'd failed them. Failed as a leader, as a brother."

"You could never fail them," you assured him. "You care so much, Jichang. It's okay to be scared sometimes. It means you love them."

He held onto you like a lifeline as he cried, letting out all the pent-up emotions. You stayed there, a steady presence, whispering reassurances and just letting him feel.

In that moment of vulnerability, he found comfort and strength in your presence. He wasn't alone. With you, he could be human. With you, he was safe.

𝖲𝖤𝖮𝖭𝖦𝖩𝖨 𝖸𝖴𝖪 - Seongji might feel ashamed and angry at himself for crying, seeing it as a sign of weakness unbefitting his tough persona. He tries to pull away at first, embarrassed to be seen in a vulnerable state. But as you continue to offer gentle comfort, he begrudgingly accepts it. He admits in a rare moment of openness that he's terrified of being seen as weak or incapable, having built walls to protect himself. Being held makes him feel safe enough to let his guard down for once.

You were in Seongji's room, quietly cleaning up the scattered medication that he had spilled. He was hidden away, but you could feel his presence, the tense silence heavy in the air. As you picked up each pill one by one, you heard a soft, choked sound. You looked over to see Seongji fighting back tears as he watched you.

You stood slowly, the pills forgotten. "Seongji," you said softly, approaching him cautiously.

He turned away, trying to hide his face as the tears began to cascade down his cheeks. "Don't," he choked out. "Don't look at me."

But you couldn't just leave him like this. You knelt down beside him with a frown, "What's going on?"

He shook his head, a sob catching in his throat. "I can't... I can't do this anymore. I'm so tired."

Your heart ached for him. You had known he was struggling, but you hadn't realized just how much.

"I'm so tired," he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. "And so scared..."

You slipped next to him, being mindful not to invade his space. "Why are you scared, Seongji?" you asked gently.

He took a shuddering breath, his gaze fixed on the floor. "The kids, Cheonliang, you... he's going to take everything from me."

"Seongji," you said softly, your heart breaking for him. You couldn't help but reach out, placing a hand on his arm. He flinched but didn't pull away. "Seongji, listen to me. He is wrong. You are enough, more than enough. And he can't take away the things that truly matter."

Seongji finally looked at you, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "But what if he does? What if I lose everything?"

You moved closer, slowly, giving him time to move away if he wanted. When he didn't, you wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "You won't lose me," you told him firmly. "No matter what happens, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

A sob caught in his throat. "I'm so scared of being alone," he confessed, his voice breaking.

You pulled him into your arms, and this time, he didn't resist. He melted into your embrace, his body shaking as he finally let himself cry. "You're not alone, Seongji," you murmured, rubbing his back soothingly. "You have me. You have Cheonliang. You have the kids. We're your family."

He cried harder at that, clinging to you like a lifeline. "I don't know how to do this," he gasped out between sobs. "I don't know how to let people in."

You held him tighter, resting your cheek on the top of his head. "You're doing it right now," you told him softly. "You're letting me in. And I'm so proud of you for that."

He sniffled, burrowing further into your embrace. "What if I mess it up? What if I push you away?"

"Then I'll come back," you said simply. "I'll always come back, Seongji. Because I care about you. Because you're worth it."

He pulled back slightly, searching your face as if looking for any sign of deception. When he found none, fresh tears spilled over. "Thank you," he whispered. "For being here. For... for loving me."

You smiled softly, wiping away his tears with gentle fingers. "Always," you promised. "You're stuck with me, Seongji Yuk. In good times and bad. I'm not going anywhere."

𝖳𝖠𝖤𝖲𝖮𝖮 𝖬𝖠 - Taesoo would likely feel uncomfortable crying in front of someone, not wanting to burden others with his problems. He apologizes repeatedly even as he can't stop the flow of tears. As you hold him and assure him it's okay, he hesitantly relaxes into the comfort. He confesses to feeling guilty for being selfish by accepting care and worrying he's being an inconvenience. Reassurance from you helps him start to believe that he deserves care too.

You walked into the bedroom, concerned that Taesoo had been gone for too long. There he sat on the edge of the bed, head in his hands, lost in misery and unaware of your entrance.

"Taesoo?" you called softly.

His head snapped up, eyes wide and brimming with unshed tears. "Oh, I'm sorry," he said quickly, wiping his face. "I didn't hear you come in."

You frowned and stepped closer. "What's wrong?"

He shook his head, forcing a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Nothing. I'm fine."

But a tear escaped, rolling down his cheek. He furiously wiped it away, averting his gaze. "I'm sorry," he said again, voice thick. "I didn't mean to... I don't want to bother you with this."

Saddened by how much he held back, you sat beside him, gently rubbing his back. "You're not bothering me, Taesoo. I care about you. I want to be here for you."

His lower lip trembled as more tears spilled over. "I'm sorry," he whispered repeatedly, a broken record.

You pulled him into an embrace, and he went willingly, still apologizing. "It's okay," you murmured, rubbing his back soothingly.

He shook his head against your shoulder, tears soaking your shirt. "I shouldn't... I shouldn't burden you like this. I'm being selfish."

You held him tighter. "Well, I guess I'm selfish too."

"It's different," Taesoo retorted.

"How is it different?"

Quiet for a moment, his sobs gradually quieted to sniffles. "I feel guilty," he confessed softly. "Guilty for taking up your time, for being an inconvenience."

You pulled back slightly, cupping his face. He averted his gaze, ashamed, but you waited until he met your eyes. "You are never an inconvenience," you told him firmly. "Caring for you, being here for you... it's not a burden. It's a privilege."

Fresh tears of relief, of gratitude, welled in his eyes. "Do you really mean that?" he asked, voice small.

You smiled softly, wiping his tears with your thumbs. "Of course. Taesoo, you deserve care. You deserve love. You deserve to be held when you're hurting."

A shuddering breath escaped him as he leaned in, resting his forehead against yours. "Thank you," he whispered. "Thank you for being here. For... for caring."

You wrapped your arms around him again. "Always," you promised. "I'll always be here, Taesoo. Whenever you need me."

He relaxed into your embrace, finally allowing himself to be comforted, to be cared for - a foreign but welcome feeling. For the first time in a long while, he felt safe. Loved.

"I'm sorry for being such a mess," he mumbled into your shoulder.

You chuckled softly, kissing his temple. "You're not a mess. And I love every part of you, even the messy parts."

He pulled back, searching your face. Whatever he found made fresh tears spring to his eyes, but this time he smiled. "I love you too," he said softly. "More than I know how to say."

Smiling, you leaned in to kiss him gently. "Then don't say it - show me instead."

Taesoo's eyes shone with tenderness as he cupped your face, kissing you deeply. You melted into his embrace, relishing his warmth, his closeness after such vulnerability. Slowly, almost reverently, he laid you back on the bed without breaking the kiss.

—The Rest Is To Your Imagination—

𝖩𝖠𝖤𝖦𝖸𝖤𝖮𝖭 𝖭𝖠 -  Jaegyeon may seem unsure how to react to being comforted at first, torn between wanting to maintain his image and craving care. He's not used to being on the receiving end of comfort. But as you simply hold him without judgment, he allows himself to cry freely, expressing a need to always be perfect that leaves him fearful of failing. Being held makes him feel accepted as he is, flaws and all.

The news of Seongji's death hit everyone hard, but surprisingly Jaegyeon seemed the most affected. From what you knew, your boyfriend wasn't one to make friends - acquaintances sure, but actual friends?

That wasn't like Jaegyeon at all. You never realized how much he truly respected Seongji until now. You knew he had a better relationship with Seongji compared to the other kings, but you would've expected the others to be in the position you now saw your boyfriend in.

You approached him quietly and slowly, trying to gauge if he was okay with you being near. He looked up, eyes red and puffy. "I should have been there," he whispered, voice hoarse. "I should have stayed with him after he lost his fingers."

You sat down beside him with a small sigh. "Jaegyeon, you can't blame yourself. Seongji was a grown man, capable of making his own decisions."

Jaegyeon shook his head, a tear slipping down his cheek. "But he wasn't at full power anymore. I knew that, and I still left him. If I had stayed..."

You took his hand, squeezing it gently. "You all knew that, but each one of you had your own responsibilities. Cheonliang was his, and Incheon yours." You paused, letting him take it in before continuing. "Besides, if you had stayed, Seongji might have felt offended, like you didn't believe in his ability to handle things on his own."

Jaegyeon was quiet for a moment, considering your words. "Maybe," he conceded. "But I can't help but feel like I failed him. Like I should have done more."

You wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling him close. "It's natural to have regrets, to question the 'what ifs'. But we can't change the past, Jaegyeon. All we can do is honor Seongji's memory and carry on his legacy."

Jaegyeon leaned into your embrace, his shoulders shaking as he finally allowed himself to cry. You held him tightly, providing a safe space for his grief.

"I miss him," Jaegyeon murmured. "Surprisingly. Never would I have thought I would ever say that."

You rubbed his back soothingly as a chuckle escaped you. "That hurts my feelings. I've never heard you say you miss me," you pouted.

"You're always with me," Jaegyeon said as he pushed you fully onto the couch, burying his face in your neck.

"Not by choice," you whispered in amusement before wincing slightly. "Ouch! Did you just bite me?"

Jaegyeon nodded against your shoulder, his tears gradually subsiding. "Yes," he said shamelessly, pulling back to wipe his face. "I heard that."

Your eye twitched before you tried to kick him, but Jaegyeon just managed a small smile as he caught your leg.

You glared at Jaegyeon, but there was no real heat behind it as he simply smirked and kept a firm grip on your leg. Realizing you were stuck, you huffed and crossed your arms over your chest.

"You're impossible," you grumbled, feigning annoyance.

Jaegyeon's smirk melted into a softer smile as he released your leg and shifted closer, wrapping his arms around you. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in your comforting scent.

"Maybe," he murmured against your skin, "but you love me anyway."

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't fight the fond smile that tugged at your lips as you brought a hand up to card through his hair. Jaegyeon let out a contented sigh, pressing closer.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, finding solace in each other's embrace. The grief was still there, an ache in Jaegyeon's chest, but with you by his side, it felt...bearable. Manageable.

𝖦𝖮𝖭𝖦𝖲𝖤𝖮𝖡 𝖩𝖨 - Gongseob might worry he's being weak and childish for crying, even as he can't help but lean into the comfort of being held. He admits through tears that he feels he always has to be this ‘person’ and can't show sadness or pain. Being able to cry without being mocked or scolded comes as a relief. The simple comfort with no strings attached allows him a safe space to release hurt and be genuine.

You made your way through your newly bought temple, inspecting every nook and cranny while making notes here and there. Gongseob trailed behind you, his steps labored as he maneuvered on his crutches.

"Man, it's going to take a lot of work to get this place in shape," you commented, glancing around at the dusty shelves and cracked tiles.

Gongseob grunted in response, the effort of walking clearly straining him. An uncomfortable silence hung between you two.

It had been weeks since the incident with James Lee, where Gongseob lost his leg after having a building dropped on him. He had insisted he was fine, putting up a brave front as always. "I'm tougher than I look, you know," he'd joked with a forced grin.

But you knew him too well to fully believe that facade. The pain and trauma of such an event didn't just disappear with a few jokes.

You didn't want to press him, though. Gongseob would open up when he was ready. For now, you focused on getting the temple in order.

"Gongseob, why don't you rest for a bit?" you suggested, gesturing to a raised platform. "I can handle the rest of the inspection."

He shook his head stubbornly. "I'm fine. Don't need to sit around like some cripple."

A small frown tugged at your lips. "Can you not–" you sighed taking a moment. "It's about pacing yourself while you heal. Please, just take a break."

Gongseob opened his mouth, likely to protest further, but you fixed him with a pointed look. He deflated with a sigh.

"Fine. But I'm not just going to laze around," he muttered, already making his labored way towards the platform.

You nodded reluctantly. "Alright. I'll be back to check on you soon."

With that, you continued your inspection, mentally cataloging areas that needed repair or renovation. The minutes ticked by, and you found yourself going back glancing over at Gongseob's still form every so often.

Finally, you completed your rounds and turned to head back to him. "There's a couple of broken shelves that need to be replaced. We can look into that next..." Your voice trailed off as you took in the scene before you.

Gongseob was in the exact same position you had left him, perched on the edge of the platform. But now, his shoulders were shaking, and tears streamed silently down his face.

You were by his side in an instant. "Gongseob? What's wrong?"

He flinched at the sound of your voice, quickly swiping at his eyes. "N-Nothing. I'm fine."

But the waver in his voice told a different story. You settled down beside him, close but not crowding his space.

"Gongseob," you urged gently. "Please, don't shut me out again."

Gongseob was quiet for a long moment, his gaze fixed on the crutches leaning against the platform. When he finally spoke, his words were thick with unshed tears.

"I'm useless now," he whispered, anguish clear in his tone. 

Your heart clenched before you pulled him against your side. "You are not useless, Gongseob," you said firmly. "Losing your leg doesn't change who you are or how much you mean to me."

He shook his head, a choked sound escaping him. "But I'm broken now. Weak. I can't even walk without these stupid things." He gestured angrily at the crutches.

"You're not weak," you countered. "You survived having a building dropped on you. That takes incredible strength, strength that I can only dream of having."

“And you won’t need those forever.”

Gongseob was quiet for a moment, processing your words. Then, slowly, he leaned further into your embrace, fresh tears spilling over.

"I don’t want to be a burden, I don’t want to hold you back," he admitted in a small voice. 

You tightened your arm around him, pressing a kiss to his temple. "You could never be a burden, my love. And you'll never hold me back, because we're a team, remember? We do this together, one step at a time."

A watery chuckle escaped him at your pun, and you smiled softly, relieved to see a hint of his usual humor shining through.

He searched your face for a long moment before crumbling against you as you held him close.

When his tears finally subsided, he pulled back, looking almost sheepish. "Sorry for the bitchin’," he said, managing a weak smile.

You shook your head, brushing away the lingering moisture on his cheeks. "Never apologize for being honest with your emotions, Gongseob. That's what I'm here for - to be your safe space."

He leaned into your touch with a contented sigh. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Lucky for you, you'll never have to find out," you said with a grin. 

Gongseob laughed, the sound warm and genuine. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. "Thank you," he murmured against your mouth. 

You kissed him again, deeper this time. "You’re welcome," you say when you finally broke apart. 

One step at a time, one day at a time. 

[chaostroberry1]

Cheating headcanons but they regret it ;)

So let's say maybe he might've found a lover more suited for him, even though he was already in a perfectly good relationship with you, then suddenly got caught. Thought he didn't really need you anymore, but started to miss u and regretted it. How'd that go? Well..

Fandoms : Bllk, lookism, record of Ragnarok

Typa guy to cry himself to sleep with a picture of you beside him to make it more dramatic and movie-like. Mumbling things to it like, "I'll get you back, love."

- yukimiya kenyu bllk, -Reo mikage bllk, Rin itoshi bllk -ikki niko bllk -Alexis ness bllk -Yo hiori bllk, -Beelzebub ROR -Zack lee lookism -daniel park lookism -Eli Jang lookism -johan seong lookism

Stalks your social media posts, liking it/showing that he acknowledges whatever the fuck you just posted. Or makes comments abt things you do or did, Knowing that getting attention from someone like him would be something out of a fanfiction. (Rlly confident abt it too)

-Noel noa bllk -Sae itoshi bllk -Michael kaiser bllk -Reo mikage -Leonardo Luna -Seishiro nagi bllk -Oliver aiku bllk -Chris prince bllk -DG/James lee lookism, -jaegyeon na lookism, -Goo Kim lookism -Hades RoR -Poseidon RoR -Buddha RoR -Qin shi Huang -Apollo RoR -Thor RoR

Type to glare or take your attention from anything that will distract you from him. Randomly talking about all his amazing achievements or skills, saying it wasn't that difficult or wasn't a big deal- when YOU're around.

-Michael kaiser bllk, -Sae itoshi bllk, -Chris prince bllk, -Noel noa bllk, -kunigami rensuke/wild card bllk, -Apollo RoR -Hades RoR, -Poseidon RoR, -Shiva RoR, -Loki RoR, -Qin shi Huang/ying Zheng RoR, -DG/James lee lookism, -Gun park lookism, -Goo Kim lookism, -Vin Jin lookism, -Zack lee lookism, -Jaegyeon na lookism, -bachira meguru bllk

Rizzes you up

-Michael kaiser bllk, -Shidou ryusei bllk, -tabito karasu bllk, -eita otoya bllk, -Oliver aiku bllk, -Leonardo Luna bllk, -Apollo RoR, -Buddha RoR, -Qin shi Huang/ying Zheng RoR, -Loki RoR, -DG/James lee lookism, -jaegyeon na lookism, -Vin Jin lookism, -Goo Kim lookism

Threatens anyone with/without you knowing, maybe a silent glare, actions, death threats, or maybe even all-out-violence, making it known to them that you were already taken.

-Sae itoshi bllk, -Michael kaiser bllk, -itoshi Rin bllk, -shidou ryusei bllk, -Alexis ness bllk, -Kunigami rensuke bllk, -Poseidon RoR, -Hades RoR, -Loki RoR, -Leonidas RoR, -Lu bu RoR, -Soji Okita RoR, -Raiden RoR, -Goo Kim lookism, -Vin Jin lookism, -James lee lookism, -Gun park lookism.

Actually normal

-nanase bllk, -yukimiya kenyu bllk, -Thor RoR, -Isagi yoichi bllk, -Hyoma chigiri bllk, -Noel noa bllk, -shoei barou bllk, Julian Loki bllk, Adam Blake bllk, Daniel park lookism, -jin kiyora,

Cries rlly hard and/or begs for forgiveness

-Aoshi tokimitsu bllk, -ikki niko bllk, -Alexis ness bllk, -beelzebub RoR, -Anubis RoR, -jay hong lookism, -Goo Kim lookism(pathetically tbh), -Daniel park lookism -bachira meguru bllk

Forcing/Kidnapping/toxic type shi route (has potential of being a lovesick jerk (too much ooc here)')

-Michael kaiser bllk, -Sae itoshi bllk, -Alexis ness bllk, -Leonardo Luna bllk, -Hades RoR, -Poseidon RoR, -Apollo RoR, -Buddha RoR(he'd be all buddy buddy and then suddenly Carry you somewhere), -Qin shi Huang RoR, -Beelzebub RoR, -DG/James lee lookism, -Gun park lookism, -Goo Kim lookism, -Charles choi(in his youth) lookism

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

I'm finally done 😌

[koiiiji]

GOO KIM | VIN JIN | KWAK JIHAN| OLLY WANG | CHEON TAEJIN | RYUHEI KURODA | GITAE KIM | LEE JIHOON | NA JAEGYEON | JI GONGSEOP | KIM GAPRYONG | PARK JINYEONG | WOOIN | HWANGYEON CHOI | HYOUMA NAGASE | CHRIS D’CHAR | RYU JUWON | TAKEDA KAZUMA | SEONG TAEHOON

[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

LOOKISM MASTERLIST

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]

Masterlist of Other Lookism ✨Bullshit✨

Lookism Masterlist | Part 2 ☞ (multi-character headcanons/dynamics)

Lookism Storylines ☞ (fun shit. mix of x reader and with reader)

Gun + Goo | Part 2 | Jake + Samuel | Vin + Ryuhei |

You're here! Everyone else ☞ (single character-centric standalones)

... Even More Lookism Masterlist ☞ (different characters in same scenarios series)

How To Fight/Viral Hit Masterlist | Seong Taehoon

(I hit the link limit on the main one)

Maintained collection of my Lookism silly writing, headcanons and ramblings

Single Character-Centric Standalones

Vasco: the Strongest Cinnamon Roll (Vasco x Reader if you squint)

Vasco: Gen + Romantic hc

Vasco x Reader: Compliment Assault | With help from Jace's ears

Vasco Appreciation Post

Vasco x Reader: Haircut

Vasco x Reader: Glowups for the fights (feat Jace)

Vasco x Reader: First time

Vasco x Reader: make the bad guys good for a weekend lifetime (feat Jace + Burn Knuckles)

Vasco x Reader: Fairground date

Vasco x Reader: Embrace

Vasco x Reader: Conditioner

Jace Park Appreciation Post

Sad Sinu (meme)

Johan Seong x Reader: Puppy pick up

Johan Seong (x Lua Im): Making new friends

Johan Seong x Reader: Cute

Johan Seong x Reader: Kiss Me

Johan Seong x Reader: Silences & confessions

Johan Seong x Reader: Vision

Johan Seong x Reader: His love language

Johan Seong x Reader: Home

Johan Seong x Reader: Reunion

Johan Seong x Reader: Meeting Mrs. Seong

Meeting Johan Seong for the first time: J-High

Zack Lee and Johan Seong: Three words

Zack x Johan x Reader: Home

Johan + Mira + Zack reunion

UI Daniel Knocking you out

Daniel Park with Reader: Two bodies

DG x Reader: Daniel Park

DG x Reader: Cinema

DG x Reader: Baby

DG x Reader: First words

DG x Reader: Jealous hc

Yandere!DG + Reader: His hold on you

DG x M!Reader: Meeting Aru

DG x Reader: Remember?

DG x Reader: Love you too!

DG/James Lee x Reader: One arm

James Lee/DG x Reader: Haircut

DG x Reader: Touchstarved

James Lee x Reader: Trophy Partner

DG x Reader: Public Announcement

DG X Reader: Manager and their Idol

Meeting DG for the first time: Coffee

DG x Reader: Hair

DG x Reader: Bodyguard

Lineman x Reader: After he meets Jake Kim

Lineman & Jake Kim discovering Big Deal's bounties

Eli Jang x Reader: The morning light

Eli Jang x Reader: you're losing me

Eli Jang x Reader: Returning home

Eli Jang X Reader: Daddy

Eli Jang x Reader: loving touches

Eli Jang x Reader: Stargazing

Logan Lee x Reader: Snapshots

Xiaolong x Reader: Asking

Xiaolong x Reader: Webtoons

Warren Chae x Reader: Househusband and The Fighter

Kwak Jichang x Reader: Frozen

Kwak Jibeom x Reader: Snakes in a bath

Cheon Taejin x Kwak Jihan: Shouldn't

Yandere!Baek Hangyeol x Reader: True Beauty

Sophia x Male!Reader

Hudson Ahn x Reader: growing older

Eugene x Reader: No smut

Gen 0 x Reader: Jinyoung, Gapryong

Jinyoung Park x Reader: Jake (feat Jake)

Seongji Yuk x Reader: Treats

Seongji Yuk x Reader: Favourite

Seongji Yuk x Reader: Tanghulu

Seongji Yuk x Reader: Travel

Gitae Kim x Reader: Half Sibling

Gitae Kim x Reader: Unhinged

Meeting Student!Gitae Kim for the First Time

Gitae Kim x Reader: K-dramas

Meeting Yamazaki Shingen for the First Time: Sleepless Nights

Yamazaki Shingen: Hands

Yamazaki Shintaro: First Choice

Meeting Olly Wang for the First TIme: Influence

Jaegyeon Na x Reader: Car Policy