#jichang

[kumasakka]

Can I request a fic for the gen 1 kings with a baby. Where they do the challenge where the parent lays their head on their babies lap to see their reaction, and their baby is really affectionate, cuddling, or babbling to them.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❝ 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 ! ❞

⋆.˚ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. gen1 x reader ( jaegyeon na, seongji yuk, taesoo ma, jichang kwak ) .

⋆.˚ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. imagine the kings of the first generation had babies and laying their head on the lap of their super duper wuper cute kid ?

⋆.˚ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. ~1.2k , ~0.5k words each .

⋆.˚ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. fluff, fluff, fluff. f!readers. you all are adults! gen1 (seperately). self - made au! safe for minors! crappy writing. they may seem ooc. Itriedmybest.

　“HEY, little fella.”

JAEGYEON NA was... a little special as father, always calling him other names and instead of treating your son like his own, he treated him like he was some podcast listener. But yeah, your son wasn't anything better.

He was after all, an exact copy of his father, babbling many incoherent words and then running all over the place to search for his mama. Yes, this little fella was exactly like his father. You don't have any doubts.

"Hah... I'm so tired!" Jaegyeon sighed out, acting tired as he fell to his knees.

"Aren't you cute?" he grinned, laying his head on top of his son's lap, "of course you are. You're my creation."

[son's name] puffed his cheeks, wrapping his tiny arms around the head of his father before beginning to babble. It sounded like he was complaining about something — anything.

Well, and then — [son's name] giggled, wiping his drool and snot away with his hands, using those same hands to hug his beloved father once again. "Erm... So, we need to work on that attitude. How could you?" Jaegyeon huffed, ready to sit up again.

That was until [son's name] was holding onto him, hugging his head with all his might, but it was still easy to get out of his grip. And yet Jaegyeon acted as if it was the hardest, falling softly back on to the lap of his son.

"Damn you..." he sighed, his grin turned into a smile as he heard the cute giggling.

　“YOU should try that, you know?”

SEONGJI YUK turned to you with a curious gleam in his eyes. Wow he was so innocent that you wanted to squeeze him tightly and baby him. He looked like a baby! "Try what?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Lay your head on [daughter's name] and watch what will happen!" you chuckled.

What? How can he lay his head on your daughter's lap? She'll break. Or her legs will grow tired quickly. Isn't his head like, real heavy for her? Should he just shut up in his mind and try it?

Carefully and slowly, Seongji sat down on the floor beside his child and listened to her giggling. After hearing her laugh of excitement, Seongji's worries faded quickly, no hint of doubt was visible. Why did he even doubt himself?

He laid his head on the tiny legs of your daughter, his eyes watched how she began giggling louder and how she babbled something in her own language. Oh how much he wanted to understand her incoherent words. It was a mini you!

A grin appeared his pink lips as [daughter's name] placed sloppy kisses on his face, painting his clean skin with her drool. He could get used to it. Really. "I'm glad you're a mini [name]." he said.

If it were for a mini him, would his mini him also kiss him so affectionately? Should he... test it out?

　WHENEVER he enters the room, TAESOO MA can only watch how you wrap your arms around your son and lay your head on his lap. And then — your son gets ten times more happier. Why?

Good question, next one. Today he'll find out for himself, stealing your son from you while you were sleeping. Fortunately [son's name] didn't fall asleep yet, not as quick as his mother.

"Don't tell your mother, but I think i'm your favorite." he said, sitting next to his son as he observed how he played with his absolute favorite toy. "We have the connection, you know?"

"You wouldn't... mind right?" Taesoo mumbled, laying down on his back and then placing his head on the lap of your son.

For a moment of silence, Taesoo really considered if he should stand up right now and hide in your shared bedroom forever after your son only blinked at him, not moving an inch.

Well, what do we say? The doubts disappeared as soon it came as [son's name] latched himself onto Taesoo's head, his giggles and cute sounds of incoherent words filled the room.

"I knew it." he could NOT hide his growing smile.

How could he when his soon placed small kisses on his ugly scar? How could he not let the tear glide down when Taesoo was filled with absolute joy?

　“YOU can take care of her, right? I'll believe in you, busy husband.”

Those were your last words as you disappeared from his sight, dropping your little daughter — little him on his office table filled with stacks papers. Why did you leave her in his hands again?

Yes well. After spending the last days with the cutest babygirl in the entire world, you couldn't help but think that she and her father should also spend some quality time together.

And then you dropped her off in his office to throw yourself into bed. To be honest it was a bit tiring to watch after her, even though you love your daughter with all your heart — watching her alone made it a lot harder.

So yeah. That's how you kill two birds with one stone. Getting some rest and making the two of them spend some time together. It wasn't hard to figure out for JICHANG KWAK that you were tired, considering the growing eye bags.

That's also why he say anything as soon as you entered his office. He was a smart man at the end. And he loved you. And your daughter. So of course he wouldn't mind watching over his own daughter.

But things have their limits as you daughter began to throw some important papers around the room, making Jichang sigh out before picking her up and walking over to the couch.

"You little troublemaker. I wasn't like that when I was in your age..." he sat her up on the couch, "I hope..."

No doubt that it was his daughter. With similar looks and also sometimes matching his tired old man personality. But that was sometimes! As soon as he stood up to return to his table, he got stopped.

His eyes wandered down to see a little hand gripping onto his sleeve of his suit, an innocent and wondering expression vivid on her babyface. God was she cute. He understood why you pinched her cheeks whenever you saw her.

"Yes?" he asks as if she could answer. But she actually did reply with babbling and a bewitching sweet smile, "you want me to stay here for a moment?"

It's not like she actually said that. He just guessed what she said, now sitting down beside her. Yet she didn't let go which was strange. Is there something else she wants besides her father sitting beside her?

She huffed and pulled onto his sleeve, "strong" enough to make him fall down onto the couch — Jichang just let her pull and leaned down slowly. At the end, he found his head on her lap.

"That's what you wanted?" he chuckled amused, raising an eyebrow, "should've said so."

"Dada!" she giggled, letting her tiny arms fall on top of his face, covering his sight and mouth while beginning to ramble incoherently about something.

And he listened. Sighing out with a smile. Maybe it wasn't that bad to let his daughter drag him away from work.

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

a/n's — so erm, sorry for the delay ! I have an exam tmw and I'm lowkey dying cuz it's winter, meaning exam phase... but I should think positively, because after this week and next week I finally have christmas holidays ! ><

[anticapitalistclown]

How do you think lookism characters feel about alpha male podcasts and other strange things

Lookism characters and alpha male podcasts, headcanons

Listens this type of podcasts more than they would like to admit and uses it as motivation for their income.

Samuel, Goo, Yujin, Ryuhei

Listens this type of podcast for the alpha male motivation.

Gun, Hudson, Jibeom, Lineman, Vin Jin

Used to listen to them for the motivation but once the misogyny appeared they dropped it on the instant.

Zack, Warren, Sinu, Koji, Jace, Jason

Tried to listen once and didn't understand a shit

Vasco, Daniel, Warren, Brad

They don't have the time and energy to listen to virgins saying shit about women "better grew up and get a life".

Jichang, Geongseob, James Lee, Mary, Lua, Jinyoung, Jaegyeon

They just don't have the time.

Jake, Taesoo, Eli, Xiaolung

Listened once, didn't feel identified, continued with their lives.

Jerry, Jihan, Johan, Mc Pesticides

Eats, no, DEVOURS them, they know every podcaster, they buy the merch and courses, shares shorts on their social media, and they insult however is against the podcast on the comments.

Jiho, Alexander, Logan, Doo Lee

Alpha male content? A real alpha male listens alpha waves

Olly, James Gong, Tom Lee

[yessvlo]

my roman empire

ifykyk

[vvmylove]

Just a little thought (headcannons?) about my man Jichang

He is the type of guy when he first greets you, he bows a little, takes your hand in his, and kisses your knuckles. "What a beautiful woman/handsome man I have presented in front of me," with a small chuckle. It isn't exactly a smirk, but just the corner of his lips goes up a little. He seems classy, but not too classy. It's just in his mannerism, especially the way he sits.

Even though he may be classy, he makes goofy jokes. He isn't one to stay quiet at dinners with the rest of the first generations. He usually makes comments about Jaegyon, just teasing him for fun. He would say some shit like "Jaegyon's car is more damaged than that James lee kid."

He's very protective and very willing to give it his all. No matter what situation he is in. He is very loyal, as you can tell by the way he was loyal to his "old man." He did everything in his power to protect the old man and was disappointed with the outcome of the situation.

Speaking of protectiveness, if he was ever in a relationship with you, he would NEVER leave your side. This man the type to have his hands on you always. He isn't very expressive, but his actions show more than his words. He is generally quiet. His hands are either on your lower back, on your shoulder (if you're shorter), on your wrist, or your thighs. He cannot keep his hands off you. He also has his guard on 24/7.

Did I mention that he is also very attentive? This goes with the fact that he isn't as expressive. He may not say it in words, but he remembers that one day you mentioned that you've always wanted to go to this place. Or for a split second, you mention how this piece of jewelry has caught your eye, and he would save up just to buy you it. Along with a pastry and coffee. This man thinks jewelry, coffee, and sweets go along together (I do too.) He would gift it to you at a cute cafe, or by some sort of flowery scenery.

GOOD AT ADVICE. Idc this man may be quiet, but he can spit facts. But its only every once in a while. Someone will be ranting to him, as hes listening carefully, then all of the sudden hes like "Stop letting the addiction of immediate gratification get in the way of success" (yes I made this up on the spot, hes just like me fr). And then cross his legs, leans back, smokes a cigarette like its nothing.

I have more thoughts about him but i gtg to the doctors now BYEEE

Idk why i dont write these at all they are much better than writing out a whole fanfiction. Let me know if yall wanna hear more and for which guy

[jinxia]

wip—kwak jichang my beloved

ehe he’s so cute wifeycore

[babyphatlingerie]

i just keep gazing at this pic like ….im always a fan of the blurry changmin pics but his dimple still so visible n poking out oh my heart cant take it hes just so stinking cute i love u jichang💞💞💞💕🫶🏾💞💞💞🥹

[bubbless-s]

Can you please write dating headcanons for Gun park, 𝐉ichang 𝐊wak and 𝐒eongji 𝐘uk? Thank you ❤️

↳-Dating hc for Gun Park,Jichang Kwak and Seongji Yuk-༉‧₊˚✧

-ʚɞ warnings: none

-ʚɞ genre: fluff, slightly suggestive/nsfw

-ʚɞ a/n: reader is gn

Masterlist

Gun Park

✧ Spoils you rotten.

✧ Legit buys you whatever you want.

✧ Knows exactly how you like your coffee. You don’t like coffee? He will get you hot chocolate instead.

✧ Slightly over protective of you. (Not very slightly actually big over protective.)

✧ God forbid someone made you uncomfortable. Instant death.

✧ Dates would include going to fancy restaurants.

✧ Secretly likes getting his hair played with.

✧ You guys would also occasionally shower together.

✧ Really really likes seeing you in his clothes.

✧ Secretly has forehead pictures of you.

✧ After the deed lovemaking he doesn’t fall asleep till you do

Jichang Kwak

⭒ You guys have matching pijamas.

⭒ That man genuinely doesn’t know how to use emojis ‘someone just died 💀💀😭😭’

⭒ You said as a joke once ‘smoke a cigarette today and I will top you next time during..’ then magically he didn’t smoke for a whole week.

⭒ Loves LOVESSS you holding his pinkie.

⭒ Puts his glasses on you during yk.

⭒ Makes you clean his glasses.

⭒ I feel like if he is gifting you something it would be jewelry.

⭒ Also if you prefer a specific brand do not send him to buy it to you. He WILL buy the wrong thing.

⭒ Dates would include fishing together or star glazing during a picnic.

⭒ You cook (if you want to) or he orders something. lazy ass

⭒ Not ashamed to tie your shoes.

Seongji Yuk

𖦹 He makes you tanghulu candy.

𖦹 Matching wallpapers.does he have a phone?

𖦹 Dates would include building blanket forts together!

𖦹 ‘What else can them fingers do?’ (A lot)

𖦹 Doesn’t really know how to show his affection so he might hug you out of the blue.

𖦹 After he gets used to you, he’s very clingy.

𖦹 Kiss his fingers pls :( as return he will kiss your forehead or chin.

𖦹 Loves when you put your head on his shoulder.

𖦹 Very very secretly a cuddle bug.

𖦹 Praises you infront of others A LOT.

𖦹 Giggles and smiles only around you.

[sasucaty]

"I alone am the honoured one" aah mfs

[anticapitalistclown]

clownie, lookism boys reacting to reader calling them husband!

sure!

Lookism boys reacting to reader calling them "husband"

You received a call from your friend asking to hang out for a few drinks "let me ask my husband and I'll call you back" he raised an eyebrow and asked you with a smile "husband?" you looked at him and answered "look at us" you were reading a book on the bed/sofa as he was reading the newspaper next to you, both wearing matching pajamas and old socks. He looked at the situation and left a slight smile "you can go out with your friend, wife".

Taesoo, Gun, Zack, Jichang

You were on a date with him and the entire time he was smiling at you lovingly "keep smiling at me like that and by the end of the day I'll end up calling you husband" you teased him, he stopped in his tracks and squeezed your hand, only to show you his blush and a wider smile "for real? I just can't stop smiling when I'm with you" now you're also blushing and smiling, such cute lovebirds.

Jake, Daniel, Eli, Seongji

You both were shopping in the market looking for the ingredients for tonight's cooking date, you were clung on his arm, when you bumped into that nosy aunt, you wanted to mess with her and him so you introduced him as your husband "auntie, this is my husband" he got dead silent for a second only to laugh inside and play along "aigoo nice to meet you auntie" he shook his hand with her, after making up your wedding and saying goodbye he tilted his head to you "so husband, huh?" you smiled at him "yeah you wish" "yeah I wish" "what?" "what?"

Goo, Jewoo, James, Jaegyeon, Mujin, Geongseob

You were shopping when a vendor recommended you a product "with this meat offer your husband will be happy to eat more at home!" you looked around for him "husband!" he didn't hesitate and rushed to you, a red tint decorating his cheeks "do you think it is a good bid?" he nodded "yes honey" he was screaming inside.

Hudson, Zack, Johan, Warren, Jason,

[yessvlo]

Good to know he wasnt a one time character

(he was too hot to be i mean look at his smile)

spoilers of 441 under the cut below the pictures btw

ALSO CANT BELIEVE WE FINALLY GOT TO SEE THE PRES OF THE 1st AFFILIATE IVE BEEN WONDERING FOR SO LONG AND I WANNA SEE WHAT KINDA STUFF GON HAPPEN

I already got so many reasons to hate charles and this is just another damn one

i genuinely wanted jichang and the elderly to live😭😭

they didnt deserve that and i really liked their characters

[vvmylove]

Comfort

Wrote this at 4 am, badly written, not proofread, may contain mistakes? but at least its better than nothing

~1.3k words

Just a Jichang comforting his teen daughter (Cuz im going mental and I need this irl sighs)

TW: teen angst, Insecurities, (depression?)

Jichang opened the door to his office, his eyes meeting yours on the other side before greeting you. As he led you inside the room, he pulled out a leather chair for you to sit in, one that stood behind an extravagant coffee table. Your nervousness was evident in your behavior, the way you fumbled with the hem of your uniform and how you avoided his gaze. 

"I was expecting you." He finally started with the usual grin on his face. "We need to have a discussion." Y/N walks over to his desk, squinting her eyes. She walks around the table and stares at him for a second before leaning in. 

"What do you want from me, huh?" She asks him. Lately she's been on edge, arguing back in any situation.

He let out a light chuckle, finding humor in the situation. There was something about her that reminded him of his younger self, especially with the fiery personality and directness.

"To talk" He replied. His eyes observed her closely, curious as to why she was acting so defensive. He tried to soften his tone to appease her, "I'm not here to discipline you. Is something the matter?"

She squints her eyes at him, obviously annoyed by his calm demeanor, taking a step back, "About what?" She simply asks him, turning her head away from him.

Jichang let out a small sigh, finding her attitude to be both amusing and irritating. It seemed like she thought he was up to no good, even when he was just trying to speak to her openly. "You have been behaving...strangely these past few weeks," He stated, crossing his arms. "Your grades are slipping, you seem to be taking longer to complete your work assignments, and last night you were out until midnight."

"I have been acting strangely?" Her voice squeaks a little, defensive over her own attitude. "What do you mean huh?" She asks him, crossing her arms as she continues to look away from him. 

"Well, as I was saying," Jichang continued, finding her defensiveness to be a bit annoying. It was obvious that she was hiding something from him, but why? 

"Your performance as a student has gone down considerably within the past month or so. You don't get enough sleep at night, and it seems like you're trying to avoid me." He paused for a moment, letting his words sink in before continuing, "You're not getting into trouble off campus, are you?"

Y/N takes another step back, biting the inside of her cheek. Things have been hard for her, getting into arguments, avoiding everyone- she couldn't tell Jichang the truth. She didn't want to. She can handle it on her own, plus, what's he gonna do?

She sighs, "Nothing, leave me alone. I'm going to my room," She tells him before storming off.

"Y/N." Jichang called out, stopping her as she began to walk away. As usual, his daughter never answered his questions. But this time, he wouldn't let the situation end there.

"Not this time." He stated, the sternness in his voice hinting at how serious he was. "Come back here and talk to me."

Y/N wasn't going to let him win this time, not at all. What did he care about? And besides, what is he gonna do? That's what she thought. Besides, it would be embarrassing if he actually knew. She was just a teen anyways.

"Leave me alone," she groans once again, pushing past him. She rushes over to her room and slams the door. 

Jichang was fuming at her attitude, but he wasn't about to give in so easily. This time, he wasn't going to let her walk away so casually. He grabbed the doorknob and swung the door open, marching into the room and making his way to her. He stood in front of her, arms crossed, blocking her exit. If she was going to be stubborn this time, then he would be as well.

"We need to have a serious conversation," He stated, his brow furled in disappointment.

Y/N could hear the disappointment in his voice. The last thing she wanted to do was disappoint anyone. Her eyes started to well, but she quickly wiped the tears away.

"I said get out,"  she states, her voice shaking.

Jichang didn't budge, knowing well enough that he wasn't going to leave her room just like that. Especially when he suspected something was wrong with her. She couldn't just keep deflecting his questions like this.

"No." He stated plainly, "You're not getting out of this conversation this time. I won't leave until you tell me what is bothering you."

"None of your business, I told you that already," She sniffles, hating the fact that she's showing weakness at this moment. She hated telling her dad things, she hated adding more of a burden to what he was already dealing with. She stands up, turning away from him. "Don't worry, i'll be fine,"

"No, it is my business." He replied sternly, crossing his arms as he watched his daughter turn away from him. He knew it was his job to worry about her, despite how much she hated it. "Now sit." Jichang commanded, gesturing to the bed that was behind her. It was clear that he planned to stay in her room with her until she explained the reason for her recent behavior.

Y/N was about to give in, knowing how stubborn he was. It was hard on her, it's been hard. She's noticed the sleepless nights, the arguments, and her failing grades had been affecting her. She bites the inside of her cheek before listening to him, taking a seat on her bed. She fiddles with the hem of her shirt. "What" she says coldly.

Jichang sat down on the bed beside her, his gaze never leaving hers as he waited for her to speak. He took in her worn-out and tired expression, noticing that she had clearly been neglecting her well-being as of late. If he had to guess, she was keeping something from him that had been eating away at her for some time now. But what was it? Something that made it so hard for her to confess.Without saying anything, he reached for her arm and held it in his hands, letting his thumb caress her skin.

At that moment, his comforting touch had her bawling her eyes out. She didn't want him to see her like this, but couldn't help herself. She started to sob in her hands

"You don't understand," she starts off.

He said nothing as he watched his daughter break down in front of him, her body heaving with sobs. He had seen her cry before, but not to this degree. So this must have been a topic that was extremely sensitive to her.

Jichang didn't speak, choosing to listen and comfort her as she opened her heart to him. He pulled her close to his chest and held her in his arms, stroking her hair in reassurance.

Y/N leaned into this touch, sobbing into his arms, wetting his shirt from her tears. It took her a few minutes, sniffling before she could start speaking. "It's just," She starts off, wiping her face "You don't understand- i- its so stupid," she cries out.

"I just haven’t been feeling myself. I tried so hard to be perfect, have good grades. And all I ever do is disappoint," her own heart shatters. She thought so negatively of herself. 

Jichang held her close as she cried, her words hitting him in the core. Hearing her thoughts on the situation, he felt anger coursing through his veins, his grip on her tightening. “You don’t have to be perfect, you are fine just the way you are. You’re still young, and you never disappoint me,” he whispers into her ear, comforting her. 

[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."

[locomoqo]

I'm going to pass out I swear if you make a daddy's girl one with Sam and Taesoo.

Idk I feel like they're a girl dad vibe? Love your work please keep it up🥹

a tiny light

ft. Samuel Seo, Taesoo Ma, & Kwak Jichang

details: pure fluff, just them being girl dads

A/N: rawr i added in bbg jichang bc i miss him and why not

ᯓ★—SAMUEL

Samuel’s day was going smoothly—well, as smoothly as life goes with a baby. He had his little girl in one arm, her tiny fingers wrapped around his shirt, and sleep still tugging at his consciousness as he poured himself a much-needed cup of coffee. He wasn’t watching his movement, his mind drifting in the fog of early morning, and as he put the carafe back, his hand jerked slightly, spilling coffee over the edge of the cup. Hot liquid pooled on the countertop, nearly spilling onto his hand.

“Ah, shi—” he muttered, catching himself mid-word, his eyes darting to his daughter immediately. She looked up at him, her big eyes widening with an innocent curiosity that felt all too judgmental.

He cringed, his mind racing to backtrack. “Shoot—I mean, shoot,” he corrected himself. But his daughter kept staring, her tiny brow furrowing as though trying to process whatever strange new sound he had just made.

“Uh-oh,” he said instead, adopting a lighter tone, hoping to distract her. “Daddy made a mess, didn’t he?” His daughter’s lips curved in a small, toothless grin, and she made a babbling sound, as if trying to mimic him.

“Oh, great,” he groaned under his breath. “Next thing I know, you’ll be saying ‘uh-oh’ every time I spill something.” She let out a little squeal, her small hands flapping with excitement, and he couldn’t help but chuckle again, his frustration melting away as he gently bounced her in his arm.

“Alright, alright,” he murmured, grabbing a paper towel and dabbing at the coffee mess with one hand while holding her securely with the other. “Daddy’s a klutz today, huh?” he whispered to her, brushing a light kiss on her forehead.

She giggled, her tiny hand reaching up to pat his cheek in a way that melted his heart, her curiosity as pure as ever. He took a deep breath, looking at her with a newfound sense of purpose. “Guess daddy’s gotta watch his language.”

ᯓ★—TAESOO

Taesoo had the bright idea of going camping, you had some doubts about it considering all the wild animals that ran around the mountain he owned but he assured you that you would be fine. So you decided to agree to the idea, even your daughter was excited at the mention of going camping and staying under the stars—or maybe she only became excited because her father talked to her about the trip in a positive tone while raising her up in his arms.

“You sure you two’ll be fine out here?”

“Yes, you go on ahead we’ll follow.” 

You stare at him for a moment before slowly nodding and pressing a kiss to his cheek and on top of your daughter’s head, deciding to head into the tent first.

Taesoo sat on a log near the crackling fire, the cool mountain air brushing against him as he gazed out over the darkened forest. His little girl was nestled in his lap, bundled tightly in a thick blanket, her small face peeking out with heavy-lidded eyes as she fought to stay awake. Her tiny fingers clung to the edge of his jacket, as if she knew she was in the safest place she could be.

"Getting tired already?" he murmured, his rough hand smoothing over her soft curls as they peeked out from the blanket. She gave a little babble, her eyes struggling to stay open, and Taesoo chuckled quietly, watching her surrender to the peace around them.

“Peaceful out here, isn’t it?” he said, voice soft but firm. His gaze traveled over the quiet landscape, the place that had always been his sanctuary. But now, with her here, it was different—deeper somehow, like the mountain itself was more alive with her small presence.

"Out here, there’s nothing to worry about," he said quietly, looking down at her as her little fingers loosened their grip on his jacket. "No noise, no trouble... just you and me." She yawned, her eyes closing slowly as if his words had wrapped around her like the warmth of the fire.

For a moment, he just watched her sleep, feeling a rare, unguarded softness settle over him. He pulled the blanket closer around her, keeping her shielded from the cold, and he murmured quietly, “You’re safe here. I’ll keep you safe.” His words were strong, carrying a promise as steady as the mountains themselves.

With his daughter fast asleep, Taesoo leaned back, letting the silence of the wilderness surround them both, his protective gaze never leaving her small, peaceful face.

ᯓ★—JICHANG

Jichang sat comfortably in his armchair, his months-old daughter nestled in his lap, her tiny hands gripping his fingers with a surprisingly firm grasp. In his other hand, he held a small storybook, one he hadn’t expected he’d ever be reading aloud to someone. But as he looked down at his baby girl’s wide eyes, her curious gaze fixed on him with a sparkle of pure fascination, he felt an unmistakable warmth fill his chest.

“All right, honey,” he began in a voice softer than anyone had likely ever heard from him, “let’s see what happens next.” He turned the page with care, his thumb brushing over the corner so as not to lose her focus.

As he read the next few lines, he watched her tiny mouth open and close, babbling nonsense syllables in perfect synchronization with his words. Her face scrunched with enthusiasm every time he spoke, as though she completely understood the story unfolding and wanted to contribute her thoughts.

“A brave knight sets off to save the day…” he read, giving a tiny smile as he glanced down at her. She cooed in response, her little fists waving in the air, clearly very invested in this journey the knight was taking.

She kicked her legs as if she were encouraging the knight herself. “Maybe one day you’ll be as brave as him,” he whispered to her, feeling an odd twinge of pride, even though she probably wouldn’t remember this moment. 

He continued reading, his voice deep and steady, and with every new twist in the story, she let out another excited coo, her little noises growing louder as she listened. When the knight faced the “ferocious dragon” she let out an emphatic babble, her tiny voice full of what he could only interpret as courage and determination.

Jichang chuckled, shifting her slightly to make sure she was comfortable. “A fierce one, aren’t you? Maybe you’ll be the one saving people someday.” He watched as she reached her little hand toward the book as if to turn the page herself, and his heart softened at the sight.

“Just wait until you’re old enough to read this on your own,” he whispered, brushing his thumb gently over her small, chubby hand. “We’ll go on so many adventures together, you and me.”

She responded with a squeal, her wide eyes seeming to absorb every word, and he couldn’t help but grin. It didn’t matter if she couldn’t quite understand. This was their time, their little world, and he would savor every second.

[sscarletvenus]

no guillotine could ever take away the head i'm going to give him

[melljam]

☆ fav lookism character designs ☆

[dood-itsradical]

Work this work that chat I'm tweaking. Jichang drabble based on this bc kwak gene is ???

"Nine months in my womb making me suffer," your tired eyes squint while holding your newborn infant.

"And she looked like her stupid father." Comparing her and your husband side by side. Your baby took most of Jichang's feature. The nose, hair and especially the viper eyes. She blinked, letting out a cute yawn and coo softly.

"Don't get upset now." Jichang joined your side, taking the bundle of joy carefully from your arms to transfer her onto his. "Best of luck she possess your traits." He rocked gently, looking down at his pride and joy. The infant was fast asleep. He smiled softly.

Just then the kwak brothers stormed in, nearly startling you from your half slumber. "Where is the baby?!" Jibeom exclaimed. Jichang observed with disappoval, shushing them "Quiet down." They both winced an apology before tip toing towards his elder brother to see the baby.

"Hyung, she's so cute." Jibeom squeal with joy. "You want to hold her?" The middle brother accept the offer quickly with the help of the elder. The infact is small and fragile, sleeping in his hands. Making Jibeom quiver and sob quietly. "I'm an uncle!"

"Yah, it's just a baby." Jihan frowned. Jibeom let out a tear or two, "And so soft too."

Jichang's eyes softened then turn to the youngest, "You want to try hold her?" To which he stammered, "Uh, it's fine. I don't wanna hurt the little thing."

"The little 'thing' is your niece. I won't force you, but it's worth the experience. I'll teach you." Taking his daughter from Jibeom, he went for Jihan to adjust. Making sure both are comfortable.

Jihan grimaced, letting himself getting used to holding an infact for the first time. He even pace around the room gently as an addition. He hates to admit it but he's going soft. His chest felt tight while his eyes never left baby's face. He gets Jibeom now. "Don't worry. Uncle will protect you." You and Jichang exchanged knowing looks while he held your side.

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