#kim jonggoo

[wannaeatramyeon]

Being Goo Kim's Secret Friend: an introduction

G/N. Trying maybe a new lil storyline. General shenanigans with reader as a secret friend. Masterlists

Goo Kim's circle of secret friends is a very exclusive and private club you are proud to be part of.

Would have figuratively and literally worn the declaration like a badge of honour if it wasn't supposed to be, well - secret.

How he had come to hear about you is still a head scratcher, although you suppose you have built up quite a reputation if you asked the right people.

You know a lot about a lot. Have your finger in all the pies. Developed a knack for keeping your ears low to the ground and anything you don't know, you dare say isn't worth knowing.

Sticking your nose into places it didn't belong though, it should have gotten you into a lot of trouble-

But god has his favourites. Despite your lack of physical prowess, you rolled the dice and somehow accrued enough luck and passable charm for things to work out for you in most situations.

Most.

Your leg has pretty much healed completely after the incident a few years back. It just tends to click a lot whenever you bend your knee. It's fine, you can live with it, after all you should have seen the other guy.

Spoiler alert: he's dead.

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"You owe me, babe." The blonde grins, wiping off his sword with-

"Hey, that's my jacket!" Despite being unsteady on your feet and your right leg throbbing painfully, you hobble over to yank it out of his hands.

"Sorry," he doesn't look sorry at all. He crouches down, opting to use the recently deceased guy's shirt instead. It's terribly disrespectful of the dead.

"He's really dead, huh." You give the body a harsh nudge with your foot. There's nothing, not even a choked gurgle. Just an ever growing puddle of blood and two lifeless orbs peering up at the open sky.

"'Fraid so," he answers, sliding his glasses back up his nose.

"Good." Then you add, "What's your name again?"

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And it's not so much that you're indebted to Goo Kim.

You like to think that you're practically innocent in this. He's the one that pulled the trigger, the actual sword, the very first time you met him and off-ed the guy who was a pain in your ass. It's not like you could control what that blonde maniac chooses to do. 

(Not that you think this defence would hold up in a court of law.)

(...And yes you're thankful, but you have a feeling he was just trying to make a dramatic entrance more than anything.)

So no, you're not indebted to him. It's a mutually beneficial relationship. 

You help Goo with his little queries and his morally grey (if you're being generous) errands; in return there's a steady stream of income and the more efficient and discreet you are, the heftier the tip too.

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Sure, yes, Goo can be a very difficult customer.

His personality takes a bit of getting used to, and you admire your own restraint at not beating him black and blue.

Honestly, that time you met Gun Park, you knew deep in your soul that you had met a kindred spirit. Your eyes connected as Goo was rambling and being his usual deranged self, and you are absolutely certain that the annoyance and murderous intent in his black eyes was also what was reflected in yours.

Anyway- That's a story for another day.

Back to Goo.

He is clingy at the worst of times and flakey when you actually need him. Throws a tantrum if you don't pick up his calls before the third ring though it's fine when he ignores you for days.

Delights in giving cryptic instructions and orders that are less quirky and more deranged riddles, although it is kind of, sort of, a little endearing how much his eyes light up when you finally work out what he's saying.

His sense of personal space and boundary is also unsurprisingly absent. He has a penchant for nicknames that make you cringe and a fondness for slinging his arm around you and cackling in your ear like you're best friends.

Which you know is a lie.

You weren't born yesterday. He’s friends with you precisely because you are not a fool. You know Goo would sell you up the river without a second thought.

But in the end, none of that matters.

You really really can't oversell how good it is to have friends in high places.

Best of all, a friend who seemingly has no issues killing on your behalf and who leaves their own fingerprints all over the scene of the crime.

[siren-serenity]

Sub goo please please please please please please please lease please please please

SUB! GOO

"You dirty little whore," You grunt and Goo almost cums from hearing your words. He nods, bobbing his head and hollowing his cheeks. "Such a professional cock sucker, hmm?" You tightened your grip on his blond locks, your eyes meeting his teary ones. "You want to swallow or my cum splattered on your face?" Goo urgently pointed to his throat and he sucked on your cock frantically, tongue swirling around the veiny parts. "Fuck!"

characters: kim jonggoo/goo, gn!reader (mentions having a cock but can be interpreted/seen as a strap on) warnings: nsfw, dom/sub relationships, takes place during 'hunt for big deal' arc, degradation, swearing, oral (character receiving) a/n: - for some reason, goo gives me masochist vibes haha - feedback is appreciated!

It's midnight in the city of Seoul. Skyscrapers lit up the cloudy skies, illuminating the clouds with their lights and essentially lighting up the world. The streets are silent, lest common folks want to get mixed up with the rumored gang fights or the average delinquent that roams during nights like these.

An intimidating, black Porshe pulls up on a dusty street. Rowdy noises can be heard a few meters away and Gun sighs, combing his hair with his fingers.

"The Workers just don't listen," He mutters bitterly, giving a glance to you and Goo who is busy playing some stupid game on his phone. "Stay here. Y/N, make sure the blond idiot doesn't do something idiotic."

You chuckle, leaning back into the leather seats and crossing your arms behind your head. "Relax, Gun. You can trust me."

He scoffed. Grabbing a black umbrella under his seat, Gun opened it with a smooth flourish before stepping out of the car.

"Trust is not the word I would use," He rolled his eyes. "But yes, I trust you more than him."

With a middle finger from Goo, Gun disappears into the rain and night. It's even more silent now, except for the occasional pings! from Goo's phone. Your eye twitches with every ping! as you tried to get some sleep.

ping! ping! ping! ping-

"For God's sake," You snatched the phone from him before tossing it into the boot of the car. Now, the pings are muffled and nothing could be heard except for your breaths and his. You breathe out in relief, leaning back into the leather seats. "Fucking-finally."

"What the fuck?" Goo spat out, glaring at you under his glasses. He climbed onto your lap, loosely hanging his arms around your neck and he straddles your waist. Goo leaned in. "You made me bored, Y/N."

Suddenly, Goo grinded his ass onto your cock and you almost let out a gasp of surprise. Blood flowed downwards and your cock just grew impossibly harder. You spat out curses, curling your fist inwards until your nails made crescent shaped blood marks on your skin.

Goo laughed. "I'm bored!"

A tight grip around his waist made him pause in his movements.

"This is Gun's car," You hissed out. "Stop."

A lightbulb seemed to flash over his head. Somehow, he managed to push Gun's seat forward so there was more leg space. He knelt in the cramped area and his face almost pressed into your bulge. A devilish smirk blossoms on his face. His hands reach out to nudge the zipper before giving you pleading eyes.

"I want," He whines. Goo rubs his face over your clothed cock and you grip onto the leather seats, biting back a groan, before nodding.

His eyes glint as he almost tears the zipper down and your cock springs out. Goo's eyes widened; you didn't wear undergarments.

"What are you waiting for?" You lean forward, putting your head in your palm and tilting it. Your eyes glint cruelly. "Suck."

No hesitation was seen in his movements as Goo opened his mouth to envelope your cock. The taste of you on his tongue made his eyes roll backward to reveal pearly whites. He whimpered at the aching feeling of his erection, a hand sliding downwards to cup it.

Your rough hands grip onto his blond hair, making him tilt his head back. Little rivers of drool trail down his chin and drip onto his expensive suit but Kim Jonggoo doesn't give two shits. "You want this?" You forced his head down and he lets out a choked sound when your cock triggers his gag reflex. Your cruel smirk makes his little heart jump and you nudge his hard cock with your shoe. "Hump." Not surprisingly, Goo begins with vigor, your cock in his mouth and humping your shoe to ease the pain of his hard-on.

"You dirty little whore," You grunt and Goo almost cums from hearing your words. He nods, bobbing his head and hollowing his cheeks. "Such a professional cock sucker, hmm?"

You tightened your grip on his blond locks, your eyes meeting his teary ones. "You want to swallow or my cum splattered on your face?"

Goo urgently pointed to his throat and he sucked on your cock frantically, tongue swirling around the veiny parts.

"Fuck!"

You arch your back slightly off the leather seats as a wave of heat washed over you. Goo let out a grunt as he swallowed all of your cum before opening his mouth, revealing nothing.

"Tastes so good," He rasps out, swallowing again. His blond hair was mussed up and his glasses was fogged over. Yet, there was a glint of satisfaction in his eyes.

"You're not done yet," You nudge his erection with the tip of your leather shoes and Goo swallows a whimper. "You want a little help?"

There was no need for audible communication. You lifted him up by the arms and set him on your thigh. Getting the message, Goo slowly moved himself forward and backward in a slow pace before picking up. His calloused hands grip your shoulders and the only words he could say in his haze of lust was your name.

"Fuck!"

His back arched beautifully in the dim lighting of the car as he orgasmed, body shuddering and mouth open to let out a breathy moan.

Your pants were wet as Goo slumped forward, hair lolling and thumping on your shoulder. His open lips pressed on your button-up shirt and you ran a hand through his sweaty hair.

"Bored now?" You teased.

Goo gave you a middle finger and you laughed at his face, cheeks burning and his perfect image ruined.

...

"DID YOU GUYS FUCK IN MY CAR?!"

[moonbyulsstuff]

Can you please write for gun, goo, johan, dg, samuel when they confess to their fem!crush she laughs cause she doesn't believe them (considering how they are) and tells them that they don't need to lie to her in order to use her/not to make fun of her. Thank you!!!

There's No Way.

Female Reader.

Requested.

Request Rules.

Masterlist.

Diego Kang:

Surprise.

That's what [Name] feels right now.

Eyes wide, mouth agape, and her heart hammering against her chest.

There's no way the DIEGO KANG said those words to her, it has to be a joke, right? There's no way the stoic, nonchalant, and laid back Diego said those 3 words to her.

And she couldn't help but burst into laughter as a result.

"HAHAHAHAHA!! There's no way, right? You have to be joking right now, Diego!"

[Name] said as Diego just watched her laugh with a straight, serious face. He just watched her continue to laugh like what he said was a joke.

After awhile, she finally calmed down and looked at him seriously.

"You're joking, right?"

[Name] asked, looking Diego straight in the eyes. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair and looked at her with his usual expression, but she could see the hint of vulnerability, genuine and love behind those stoic eyes.

"You really think I would joke about something as love?"

He said, making [Name] serious, her expression one of caught of guard. She could hear the sincerity in his voice. [Name] was taken it back to be honest, she never thought in a million years Diego could be so vulnerable.

She bit her lip and Diego could see that she didn't know what to do or think, he sighed as he walked towards her and gently held her hand.

[Name] looked at him in surprise, feeling his rough, calloused hands intertwined with hers. She could feel her face burning up from the gesture, she bit her lower lip even more.

".. I'm not joking on what I said, I'm serious. You know I would never joke about something like that... especially to you.." Diego softly said as he leaned close to [Name] face, [Name] stared at his eyes and she could feel her knees getting weaker.

"Please believe me..." Thump. "I do.."

Thump.

"Love you..."

Diego saw her face getting red even more, it made him chuckle as he softly caress her face. "Do you believe me now? Or do I need to kiss you to pr-" "Okay! Okay! I believe you!"

Samuel Seo:

"What did you say?" Samuel kissed his teeth as he looked away and tiny red blushes on his cheek. "I said I love you idiot..." Samuel said while scratching the back of his neck.

[Name] stared at him before she let out a chuckle making Samuel looked at her in confusion, he raised an eyebrow looking at her. "What? Why did you chuckle?" Samuel asked as he crossed his arms.

She looked at him with a smile. "I don't believe you Samuel, if this is a joke. You got me there." [Name] said as Samuel went quiet.

He stared at her dumbfounded at her words before he fully realized on what she said, he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm not joking.." Samuel grumbled which only made [Name] chuckle once more which cause his irritation to grow.

"I'm not.." "C'mon Samuel..." [Name] said looking at him with a apologetic smile. "You were never the type to joke around..." She said as his irritation grew and a tick mark appeared on his forehead.

Thud!

Her eyes widened as she looked at Samuel, her back pressed against the wall. Samuel had pinned her on the wall, though not harshly of course. His large hands gripping on her shoulders tightly but not too tight that it might cause a bruise.

"Samuel?" Samuel drew his face closer to [Name], their nose just an inch from touching each other.

"This is getting irritating..." He said pushing his hair back as [Name] looked at him, blinking profusely. "I am in love with you god damnit... I'm not joking... I wish I was... I don't know how or when, but all I know is that I am suddenly in love with you.." Samuel said with a serious tone as [Name] stood there.

Listening to his confessions.

"You and your stupid adorable face... your cute eyes... pouty lips... it's driving me crazy.." Samuel muttered, getting close to [Name] face who's breath hitched while making eye contact with Samuel.

"I am in love with you, and I am not joking." Samuel said before pulling away but not before [Name] grabbed his face and kissing him in the lips, it caught Samuel off guard at the feeling of her soft lips against his. But slowly he kissed her back, holding her close to him.

Pushing his body closer to hers as he wrapped his arms around [Name] body. After awhile, they both pulled away from the kiss and panted heavily. He chuckled and smirked, seeing [Name] face. "Damn, you look so cute right now."

Goo Kim:

"I don't believe you." "Eh?" Goo stood there, eyes blinking profusely while staring at [Name]. His mind processing the words before he let out a loud scream. "EEEHHHH??!?!" He yelled as [Name] covered her ears from the scream that the blonde let out, she sighed as Goo started to pace around the room in shock at what she said to his confession.

Mumbling on how [Name] didn't believe his words while she watched, [Name] sighed and coughed catching Goo's attention.

Goo stopped pacing around and stood in front of her and held her shoulders. "Why don't you believe me? Is it something that I said? the way I said? My tone of voice? My facial expression?" Goo said, wanting to know on why the girl he loves didn't believe him.

[Name] sighed and stopped Goo from continuing shaking her back and forth. "C'mon... this has to be one of your pranks, right? There's no way you would... have feelings for me..." [Name] said as Goo took a step back.

It dawned on him on why she didn't believe him.

He was a prankster, he teased everyone and wasn't serious all the time. No wonder his beloved [Name] didn't believe him, it was his notorious reputation.

[Name] stood there, staring at the now quiet Goo.

"Goo? Is something wrong?" The blonde took a deep breath, [Name] tilted her head as she raised an eyebrow. "Goo?" She asked once more.

He then kneeled down on the ground shocking [Name] at the gesture. "Goo?" [Name] asked before he turned his head to look straight at her.

[Name] was surprised at the look on his face, it was serious. She has seen him being serious before and mostly it was during fights, and now here...

"[Name]... the love of my life... the girl who captured my heart... listen to what I have to say... I am not joking, I am serious. I love you. I love you truly from the bottom of my heart, I love you more than anything in the world! More than fighting, more than my swords and more than money. I love you so much."

Goo said so seriously that it made [Name] heart thump at his words, she blushed as she slapped his shoulder. "Idiot!" "Huh?! Did I do something wrong?" Goo watched as she stomped off but swore he could see her face was red as a tomato, it made him smile and chuckle and followed behind her.

"My love!" "Don't call me that!"

Gun Park:

"Say what now?" [Name] said staring at Gun with wide eyes, he sighed and put his hands in his pocket. "Are you deaf? I said I love you idiot." Gun said as she blinked profusely.

"Yo-You're serious, right?" She asked as Gun nodded, [Name] didn't know if he was joking or not but Gun was not the type to joke about something or anything at all. And he looked serious when he said it.

But she didn't know if he was serious that he was feelings for her,

"... you're not... playing right?" Gun sighed and nodded, though it irritated him seeing her ask so questions like she doubted him, though she did, but he couldn't blame her. He was never the type to have feelings for anything except in fighting.

But [Name] was the one that showed him love, what love felt like. And it was a pleasant feeling he never wants to go away.

"I'm not joking, believe me.." He took a step forward and held her hand close to his chest, where his heart was.

[Name] could feel his heart beat and it was beating loudly, she blushed and looked at him as she could feel his thumbs caressing over her knuckles.

"You... you are the one making my heart beat faster than ever... you're the one making it beat faster outside of fighting and it's a pleasant feeling..." Gun said as he slowly brought her hand to his lips and gently kissed her knuckles.

[Name] blushed as she held his hand tighter, he looked at her through his sunglasses. "So... do you feel the same way?" Gun asked, his heart beating faster at her answer.

She smiled which caused Gun view to bright. "Of course!"

Johan Seong:

"I love you.." "Eh?" [Name] blushed at Johan's sudden confession to her, her heart started to beat loudly but she quickly shook it off and looked at him. "Why are you saying that?" She asked, acting casual. He looked at her with his childlike eyes which she couldn't resist. "Because I love you..." Johan said tilting his head.

She gulped. "There's no way that you love me... you're just joking right?" [Name] said looking away from him, Johan's face deflated at her words. He sighed before he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, catching her off guard.

"Jo-Johan?!" [Name] stuttered as she felt her face burning up from his gesture, he snuggled his face against the crook of her neck which made her shivered.

"I do love you..." Johan mumbled, [Name] bit her lip as she listened. "Ever since we were kids... I never got the courage to tell 'till now... I've been coward... hiding and running away from my feelings for you.." Johan said as his arms around her shoulders tightened.

"But now... I won't... I won't run away from these feelings anymore.." He said as he looked up his head to look at her flushing face, Johan smiled at the sight of her face.

"So... I'm not joking... you know I'm bad at telling jokes.." Johan said as he turned her around to face him, he watched as she averted her gaze away from him.

"Look at me.." Johan pleaded with puppy dog eyes before he gently gripped her chin, forcing him to look at her. [Name] heart welled at Johan's face.

It was so cute that it made her heart burst. "I love you to the bottom of my heart..." Johan said as [Name] flushed, steam was coming out of her head.

"I... I love you too.." Johan smiled brightly at her words and kissed her cheek which made her squeal and hid her face against his chest, he chuckled and hugged her.

"I love you so much.."

[boyinatown]

Hello, could I request a scenario of Samuel with a reader who is stoic but very gentle and obssessed with playing violin?

I'd love to see the scenario applied to Gun and Goo but just Samuel would have me praising your godly writing skills.

Have a nice day!

MUSIC TO HIS EARS

Warnings - none

Pairing - Samuel , Gun & Goo x GN! Reader

A/n: Sorry if this wasn’t good, I’ve had some tough weeks lately. All the requests will be done, just a slow process. Thanks for requesting. 🍁

SAMUEL SEO

The first time Samuel met you was when you walked into his broadcasting studio, signing a contract to be a live violin player for your fans. You were a well known musician, not to mention : very attractive. He knew he couldn’t let you go, thus making you his with or without a contract involved

It was a late night the one time you chose to play outside for people passing by as a side gig near a restaurant to set a theme attracting customers to walk in and gaze upon your figure holding your violin, strumming the strings with your violin bow closing your eyes to focus. Seeing small pop up melody’s in your vision, after you slowly lower your bow the audience claps some putting money in your box.

Bowing at them you recognize a figure , a huge one at that between the crowd: your boyfriend. His small cloud of smoke coming closer forming a path behind him the smell marking the sky that once was scented as rainy. He held out his hand to help you off the stage stepping off you can’t help a small smile creeping upon your face.

‘ You’ve done it again, caught my heart, thief. ‘

‘ oh wow, charming. ‘ You teased him making his chest go up and down along with his signature laugh, the one you’d recognize from a million.

The one melody that you quite like, a lot at that.

JONGGUN PARK

Never in his life did the villain in everyone’s eyes, fall for a Angel with the hands that controlled his heartbeat with just a gentle strum on their violin. Seems like this angry storm had been calmed by the sun, once and for all.

‘ You were awesome again up there, no idea how you do it.. ‘ large hands with some scars for accessory massaging your smaller ones without even a speck of one. Finger carrying a diamond ring, one that showed you were his and he was yours. Jonggun park, the fearsome man who walked the streets of Korea to cause chaos and trouble now in-front of you kissing your delicate palms.

‘ I appreciate you Gun, Really…but these gifts…don’t you think their too-‘

‘Too?’ He asked urging you to finish your sentence, looking through his lashes at you pouting knowing you hated it when he spent a lot of money on you after your shows. In your vip room to take a small break before being occupied by interviewers and your attention being taken somewhere else then him. It bothered him, so these gifts were a small “ negotiation” for you to ditch them and spend time with him instead.

It was funny, some thought Gun was the one who wore the pants in the relationship. If only they knew how you’ve got him in the palm of your hands, your delicate hands.

The same hand he once kissed again, just now, with love.

JONGGOO KIM

Music was always your escape from the harsh reality you lived in, it was a small distraction really. It helped you also forget your very extroverted boyfriend who always demanded you to either play games with him or go outside to just “mess around” lucky for you, even music manages to tame a walking tornado like him.

You were in your room seated onto comfortable sheets and blankets surrounded by huge plushies and pillows. Laptop near you along with some sheets of paper where you noted important stuff for your small song. Everything was going so well, almost if it weren’t for your —

‘ babeeeee…c’mon you’ve been doin’ this for HOURS. Take a break, hey look a’ me! Just one minute! Can we please just talkkk..’ Goo Kim, the most loud & energetic person you’ve met, your boyfriend hanging onto your waist with his arm face on your back laying on his stomach beside you.

If you didn’t love him, you’d had kicked him out of your shared room and left him to stand in a corner as a form of time-out. Sighing you start playing your violin ignoring his whines and annoying noises that formed out of his mouth. Losing yourself to the focus you almost, just almost didn’t notice the way his grip loosened on your waist falling onto the bed.

Soon enough, snores were the only sound you could hear with your soft playing that faltered into being put to a stop, looking over your shoulder you see your beloved asleep holding onto a plushie he grabbed. He looked peaceful and at ease, you place your stuff aside resting your hand onto his head massaging through his blonde locks making him shift in his sleep and smile.

At lass , the tornado had came to an end, and you had been hypnotized by sleeping next to him.

[rikosseen]

Lookism x Reader: Family

Anon ask | ft. Goo Kim and Jake Kim

You let out an exasperated groan, slapping your forehead as your mischievous little Goo pulls down his father’s pants, cackling like a villain in the making. Your husband screeches in indignation and, without missing a beat, turns the child upside down by his ankle.

“YOU LITTLE BASTARD!” he screams, dangling his pint-sized doppelgänger like a ragdoll.

“Joongoo, put him down,” you command, unimpressed.

The blonde man glares at you, but instead of complying, he only tightens his grip.

“Joongoo,” you repeat, tone sharper now.

With a dramatic huff and a self-important scoff, he begrudgingly sets the child down. Your son immediately runs to you, giggling and sticking out his tongue at his father. Goo scowls, feeling betrayed, and pulls his pants back up, glaring at you as though you are the one at fault here.

.

“I don’t even know who you are anymore,” Jonggoo sniffles, a pitiful, wounded expression on his face.

You glance at him, utterly baffled. “What are you on about now?”

“That! That thing! You love him more than me! This is favouritism!” he howls, pointing an accusatory finger at the innocent child. Your son, completely unfazed, is happily waving around a small figurine, blissfully unaware of his father’s melodramatic tantrum.

The moment Goo spots the figurine, his face pales, and he springs forward, clearly horrified by the sight of it being in the hands of another. You exhale a long, resigned sigh, one that mixes both pain and mild amusement, as you watch your husband wrestle with the tiny tyrant. If Goo wasn’t already a source of constant chaos, now you have a pint-sized clone of him who, if anything, is even more devilish. And, as Goo himself has pointed out, it’s you who clearly favours this miniature menace.

You can’t help but smile as you sit back, thoroughly entertained by the spectacle of Jonggoo Kim being completely outwitted by his own child. It’s moments like this that make life so much more amusing. Who could possibly complain?

Jake is absolutely thrilled to have a little version of himself running around the streets of Big Deal. It fills him with such pride, it almost brings a tear to his eye whenever she helps out at the shop, or when she eagerly volunteers for something even slightly daring. Every time he watches her, he’s convinced that you two should have another. Maybe even enough to form a soccer team—though he’s not ruling out a whole army of little ones, just in case.

You chuckle at his enthusiasm, but turn him down, mostly because you can’t help but adore the way Jake pouts when he doesn’t get his way. He’s so genuine, so open with his feelings—it’s impossible not to find it completely endearing. The way he wears his heart on his sleeve just makes you smile.

.

As you continue chopping garlic, you feel Jake’s arms slip around your waist, pulling you into his warm embrace from behind. Your body relaxes, and your features soften even more at the contact. A weight tugs at Jake’s leg, and the two of you look down to see your little ray of sunshine, your sweet bundle of joy, brightening up the morning. Jake lifts her up with a grin, showering her with kisses, and you hurry to wash your hands so you can join the fun.

Your daughter giggles and squirms in his arms, trying to wriggle free as she laughs, “Daddy, stop it!” She hiccups in between laughs, but Jake just grins even wider, continuing his gentle attack of tickles and kisses. The whole house is filled with laughter, the kind that makes your heart feel so full, you think it might burst from happiness.

As you finish drying your hands, you glance over at the father-daughter duo, both of them smiling so brightly, wrapped in their own little bubble of joy. Watching them together, you realise that even though money may be tight and life isn’t always perfect, this little family of yours is everything you could ever need. That kind of love and happiness? It’s truly priceless. You can’t help but smile, thinking: who could possibly complain about something this perfect?

[deulleya]

"people leave, while art remains."

the tenth instalment of my musical translation series — a biographical tale chronicling the intersecting timelines of the essayist and artist kim hyang-an's life, spanning her marriages to a poet and then a painter, and how her love for art suffused every moment of her journey.

the video is not mine, but all translations are my own. (also, happy birthday kim eehoo!!)

musical: l'art reste (라흐 헤스트)

cast (2023): [kim hyang-an] lee jisook, choi sujin, j-min • [kim whanki] kim jonggoo, yoon seokwon, park youngsu • [byun donglim] lim chanmin, park juyeon, kim eehoo • [yi sang] jin taehwa, ahn jihwan, lim jinseop

synopsis: as the last moment of her life draws near, kim hyang-an reminisces on the path she's taken. while her time flows in reverse, the days of her youth as byun donglim tick forward. at the crossroads of her two names, her juxtaposed journeys, she turns the page upon a poignant farewell. les gens partent mais l’art reste — people leave, while art remains.

production: hong company (twitter / youtube)

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각설탕만 만지작 만지작 – fiddling with sugar cubes

kim eehoo as byun donglim, jin taehwa as yi sang

[Yi Sang] Today, will she come again? The bookworm that suddenly appeared in the Nakrang Parlour That girl, who walks alone amidst these unfortunate, ill-fated times

Fruitlessly, with these sugar cubes, I’m Fiddling, fiddling Fiddling, fiddling

[Yi Sang] She’s here again. Hello. Have you come to read today, too?

[Donglim] What else would I come for?

[Yi Sang] Simply to look around. Everyone’s basking in this atmosphere, after all. With a cup of coffee in front of them, they while their time away. No one comes solely to read books, other than you.

[Donglim] I like the coffee and music here. Isn’t that enough of a reason?

[Yi Sang] Of course. But still…

[Donglim] Goodbye.

[Yi Sang] What kind of person could she be? The enigmatic bookworm who flusters me She shines alone amidst these disgraceful times I’m fiddling with sugar cubes

[S] Fiddling [D] Fiddling

[Yi Sang] Excuse me…

[Donglim] What is it this time?

[Yi Sang] May I ask what book you’re reading?

[Donglim] The Brothers Karamazov.

[Yi Sang] A father and his sons, entangled in their desires; The prose steeped in good and evil, contempt and shame – You can understand it?

[Donglim] In this book, no complete humans exist. There are those who have a body, but lack a soul…

[Yi Sang] And there are those who lack a body, but are the very definition of a soul itself. This is simply…

[Donglim / Yi Sang] The human unconscious!

[Yi Sang] Could you… take a look at this poem?

[Donglim] A circle of an arbitrary radius The line that connects a point within To a point outside the circle The temporal influence of these existences Did the line murder the circle?

With black ink, towards the world The sugar cube boy who asks questions, in loneliness

What kind of person could he be? Again, with the sugar cubes, he’s Fiddling, fiddling Fiddling, fiddling

[Donglim / Yi Sang] Simply, in the Nakrang Parlour With the sugar cubes

[D] Fiddling [S] Fiddling

[D] Fiddling [S] Fiddling

[ original korean lyrics here. ]

[eviyum]

Goo: Can I bother you for a second?

Gun: You're always bothering me, but go ahead.

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Goo Kim x Reader: One Night

G/N. Crazy Stupid Love Emma Stone/Ryan Gosling scene but make it Lookism. Masterlists

"Are you nervous?" Goo murmurs, a smile tugs at his lips when he feels you trembling.

He peers down at you and pauses. His hand, having worked its way under your top and caressing your bare skin - stops.

Tonight, you have aimed for sexy and sensual. It worked well. Fake it until you make it, and you made it when this handsome blonde at the bar invited you back to his apartment for a night of debauchery.

But your mask slips. It's hard to keep it on, y'know. When you are both half naked, about to be even more naked, there's nowhere left to hide.

Your nervousness comes out as a snort, because duh and you think some of your previous sexy and sensual points are deducted.

"Yeah," you respond with an awkward giggle. Then your mouth runs before your single brain cell can.

"- Also, something has been digging into my back all this time," Goo waggles his eyebrows at you suggestively, "No. Definitely not. I think it's a spring or something or I don't know... crumbs? Have you been eating in bed? Either way I think this is the most uncomfortable mattress I've ever laid on. Your silk bed sheets are something else though - who even has silk bed sheets? It's like something from the 80s along with waterbeds but god they feel so fucking great on my legs."

Goo is stunned into silence momentarily before he barks out a laugh.

He rolls off you and onto the left side on the bed, full body wriggling around slightly, experiencing the silk bed sheets for himself and chuckles.

"Sweetheart, you're right. And I've always hated this mattress." He sighs, adding, "I got conned by fucking influencers."

You whip your head towards him and give him a look, "Influencers?! What. Is this those fancy brands that I've been seeing them shill all over my social media-"

Goo turns towards you, a pout on his lips and eyebrows pinched together in a pitiful expression. "Yep. I've hated it since the first night."

"Then why didn't you return it!"

He shrugs and you laugh, your previous nervousness dissipating.

"I always wondered what idiot would fall for those."

"Hey!"

A brief moment of silence then-

"Did you buy these sheets from an infomercial or something?"

"Excuse me!" Goo shuffles, angles himself so he's fully facing you. Head held up by the palm of his hand and resting his elbow on the mattress.

There's mischief, life in his face that wasn't there earlier tonight. "Sue me. I have money to spend, sometimes I can't sleep, and those sales people sell things so well."

You let out another unrefined snort, amused by this guy.

Suddenly finding there's so much personality, a touch of vulnerability revealed in that statement, behind the expensive glasses, his tailored suit and his muscled body.

"Wanna see what other crap I've bought?"

.

.

You both wander around his apartment, which turned out to be a huge fucking penthouse now that he has the light on and is giving you a guided tour, in your underwear. 

Goo, no shame and expanses of skin on show, and you follow closely behind with his silk sheets wrapped loosely around your body.

He gestures at what you assume to be a coffee machine sitting proudly on his kitchen countertop. All sleek and stainless steel with dials and buttons on every surface.

"I can't even use this thing. I've had it for 2 years."

"Look," Goo opens an overhead kitchen cupboard, gesticulating like he's going to perform a magic trick, and dramatically shows you rows and rows of trendy kitchen gadgets, no doubt also purchased during moments of insomnia. Pizza scissors, spiralizer, bread maker, air fryer, pressure cooker.

"Never used."

"This," he points at the far wall, and you squint, barely making out a framed art piece of the ugliest monkey face you have ever seen. But hey, art is subjective, right-

"-is an NFT. I bought that too."

That tips you over the edge.

You cackle and cackle, doubled over and holding onto him for balance.

.

.

There's a dusty segway sitting pitifully in the corner of an unused spare room.

You jump out from round a corner, LED mask on your face and flashing a menacing red - "Boo!"and Goo actually jumps.

A lonely treadmill, placed beneath one of those fancy sit-stand desk catches your eye.  Goo smirks, "Babe, I don't even have a desk job."

Instead of spending all night tangled in his silk bedsheets together, Goo jogs down memory lane of sleepless nights and impulse buys with you by his side.

Your laughter starts to tinge all his memories.

Your good natured ribbing and mocking.

His hyena cackle joins yours, and he wonders when was the last time he was able to laugh with someone. Has he ever spent an entire night talking to someone like this?

"Ask me something personal." He requests, both now lying on his uncomfortable bed. You in his arms, hair tickling his chin.

"What do you want from life?"

"To make money."

"Why?"

"I want to be rich."

"Why?"

"Well, who doesn't want to be rich, sweetheart."

"Yeah but why do you?"

Goo remembers running errands, doing anything to earn some money. Anything for a price. His cousin calling in his services, and he happily beat up some middle schoolers to help him (and who was it again, Tabasco?) out.

He doesn't really know where his thirst for money making has come from. Maybe there's some deep set trauma from his life pre-juvie or some shit he should pay a therapist to decipher but alas.

He tells you this, all this and more. At some point, his head is the one lying on your chest and you absentmindedly stroke through his blonde locks, humming noises of encouragement, listening to his words.

Weird, Goo thinks, when he finally drifts off to sleep with you snoring gently beside him. 

The morning sun already filters through the blinds, and the hustle and bustle of Seoul has started to pick up.

How comfortable this feels. How natural your connection with him is. How this is the spark people dream about, and somehow it has hit him when he wasn’t looking for anything more.

That someone as different to him as you are, that is only ever supposed to be company for a few hours, a night at best, could spell trouble. Raise his hackles, send his alarms blaring.

When he's usually the walking red flag.

Because you’ve got him thinking. A lot. That shrewd brain hidden behind playfulness has been whirring; wondering about what happens if you become a regular fixture.

Maybe you might doom him, in the end. Maybe this will lead to a dead end and nothing more.

But he's curious enough, the spark is shining brightly enough, to see where else you might lead him to too.

[butteredshrimpnsweets]

When your boyfriend and your boss wants to wear matching clothes at the same day <3

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Just like TT ~ But Yoon-ssaem is not quite interested

[yessvlo]

Lookism Characters if they found a wallet on the floor

Brings it to the Lost and Found/Reports it

Literally everyone except..

“ Finders Keepers! ”

Goo • Tom Lee • Kouji •

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Fluff Drabbles: Lookism

No warnings

Authors note - none

He will always keep you away from the road side when you guys both walk on the street together. Whether consciously or not.

He will also hold your heels or give you his jacket when you get cold. <3

- Jace Park, Jonggun Park, Jonggoo Kim, Daniel Park, Vasco, and literally all of Burn Knuckles, DG / James Lee, Samuel Seo, Eugene, Zack Lee, Jay Hong, Eli Jang.

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Goo Kim with Unhinged F!Reader

Less unhinged, more dissatisfied. (Gun Park | Goo Kim | Samuel Seo | James Lee/DG)

Goo threw all his power behind the next swing at you. You caught the sword easily with one hand.

'Fuck, I'm fucked.'

You peer at him and frown, "Baby baby~," you coo, "that could have really hurt. Please try harder next time."

You blow him a kiss and your lips transform into a demented smile. He stands there unmoving, shocked and staring. You are a monster, a beast, a creature from his nightmares. There you stood, relatively unharmed, despite the blood flowing from your hand.

"Here," you grin, your eyes flash dangerously as you pull the sword closer towards your heart, "aim here next time."

This idiot desperately tries to leverage your movement, using the momentum to push forward. Nothing budges.

"Not sure you deserve a next time though," you tut at him. Another let down. You spin your leg around and aim for his temple. It connects and Goo goes down like a sack of shit.

You're not a huge fan of weapons, but you couldn't begrudge someone who was. More so if it made the hunt more fun.

Goo's power and fighting prowess exponentially improved when you threw him a sword. Peals of laughter left your throat each time he swung to kill. You had heard about his preferences. This was more like it.

It certainly was. Up until a point. The excitement in your eyes gradually faded to dissatisfaction.

Was this guy just toying with you? Is this all his seriousness gets him? You casually eyed his shattered glasses as he unleashed a flurry of blows at you. Was he almost blind? Did you severely handicap him when you broke his glasses in two?

Or was this just all he had to offer. Yet again, another disappointment. Sigh.

Goo awakes to you sitting on his chest, fiddling with your pen and scrap of paper. Blood continues to drip from your hand, but you appear unconcerned.

Despite his broken ribs, he minimizes any movement, wills himself to remain calm, and trying not to disturb you as he looks for the sword and calculates his next move.

"Oh, you're awake," you nudge the fallen weapon within reaching distance for him, "it's here if that's what you're looking for,"

Goo doesn't dare breathe, doesn't dare move.

You tuck your pen and paper back into your pocket and look at the frozen man. All you could see is fear reflected back at you, now that really did make you smile.

"We could have been something," you murmur. You lean forward and stroke his cheek, marking him with your blood. His breath hitches as your hand trails further down and lands at his throat. You claw your nails along his windpipe before letting out a cackle.

At least toying with this guy is pretty fun.

Finally, you stand up and leave. All Goo could do is watch your retreating back.

[rikosseen]

Lookism with mute, younger brother

Anon request | ft. Goo, Gun, Jake, Eugene, and Yuseon

You run up to Jonggoo, kicking the back of his knees. The blonde grunts, turning to look at you with a bored expression.

Look what I got, you sign.

Goo’s eyebrow quirks up to see what you’ve got this time. You quickly rummage through your bag and shove a figurine in his face. Your brother backs away for a second until he recognises it. Slowly, Goo takes it in his hands, and examines the object. Left, right, up, down.

Holy crap, is this the original?

A devilish grin forms on Jonggoo’s face before he grabs you and hugs you tightly. You squirm, trying to get out of his grip, but to no avail.

“This is the limited edition-” you kick his balls, and your brother falls to the floor. As he clutches his man pearls with one hand, Goo cradles the figurine with the other and looks up at you.

“Where’d you find this?” he says, caressing the object like a pervert.

In the next door dumpster. There’s other dolls there too, you respond.

Rapidly, the blonde scrambles to his feet with newfound energy.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME SOONER?! LET’S GO RIGHT NOW,” he screeches, running to the front door to put on his shoes.

You blink at your brother, and cock your head to one side.

You want to… look through the trash with me?

Goo waves his hand dismissively, and the two of you walk out to your neighbour’s trash can.

Your clothes are going to get ruined-

Before you can finish, Goo Kim is already diving head first into the waste bin, scavenging like a vulture. No. A hyena is a more fitting description- because Jonggoo is cackling like a madman.

It’s in the recycling bin though..

But your brother’s too occupied. So you sit down on the pavement and idly play with some rocks on the sidewalk as people pass by, calling Goo a homeless drunk.

Gun places the freshly prepared sushi on the table before turning to you.

“What do you have there?”

You eagerly offer him a few broken pieces of something, awaiting your brother’s reaction. Jonggun examines it curiously, studying it for a moment as he holds it up, inspecting it as if it were an artefact. Metal?

“Where’d you get this?” he asks, before promptly shoving a piece of sushi into your mouth. You absentmindedly place a few strands of blonde hair on the table. The hair seems all too familiar—alarmingly familiar. You pull a Polaroid from your pocket. In the photo, Goo stands outside his apartment, mouth agape, locked out. Jonggun stifles a snort, almost hearing the screech that must have accompanied the moment. He looks utterly ridiculous.

“Is this his sword?”

As Gun pieces everything together, your excitement is palpable.

Do you like it? you sign, still chewing contentedly.

Gun grins, ruffling your hair, and shoves two more pieces of sushi into your mouth.

“Go put it in your treasure box,” he says.

You jump up quickly, eagerly gathering Goo’s hair and the broken pieces of the handle, ready to safekeep them. But before you can make your way to your room, Gun grabs you by the back of your collar, tutting in mock disapproval.

“Finish the food first.”

You pout dramatically, but your brother simply stands up to go wash the dishes. He pauses for a moment, then turns back to you.

“How’d you manage to get into his apartment..?”

As far as anyone knows, Jake is the biggest softie for those he holds dear. And if he did secretly have favourites, you’d place first. The man absolutely loves how spontaneous you are, loves the way you get all excited to show him the new things you’ve found. Be it skipping stones, phallus-like sticks, leaves, or snacks that Sinu’s dropped, Jake has a whole inventory in his bedroom. One where he guards the items you give him like some forbidden treasure by utilising a lock. No one is permitted to take it, and only he has the key to said lock.

.

When Jake returns home, you jump up from the sofa to run up to him. Upon seeing you, he gives a crooked smile while taking off his loafers. He’s been coming home a lot later than usual, and the weariness is evident in his features. There’s not much you can do about his errands, but he brightens up enough when you give him the little treasures you find.

I went to the beach for a field trip today, and got you seashells. Do you like them? You eagerly look up at your brother, and his smile widens slightly.

The glimmer in his eyes returns, and Jake feels rejuvenated. Feels like his energy’s been replenished.

“I love them,” he says, squeezing your shoulders and embracing you.

Eugene’s head is in a spiral, and he wants nothing more than to be alone. So many things have gone wrong within the past few months, and more than ever before, Charles Choi is posing a tremendous threat.

Where on Earth could that red paper be?

As Eugene continues to lose himself in his concerns, the door to his office creaks open, and two heads appear. You and Yuseong stand in the doorway, awaiting his permission to enter and play. Eugene glances up at the two of you, letting out a small, amused breath before gesturing for you to come in. Without hesitation, you and Yuseong eagerly enter, quickly retrieving a large container of Legos placed near the bookshelf. While Yuseong busies himself with constructing a city, you suddenly recall something important. Scrambling to your feet, you rush over to Eugene and tug at his arm.

“What’s the matter? Got something new to show me?”

You nod enthusiastically before pulling out a red sheet of paper from your satchel. It’s a little scrunched up, but you hand it to your brother anyway. The chairman hesitates, but slowly unfurls it. When he does so, his breath hitches, and a quivering smile forms on his lips.

The red paper.

“Where’d you find this?”

Inside DG’s car. Can I get more paper like this? I like red paper, you respond, bouncing on the balls of your feet.

Heart beating rapidly, Eugene nods and gives your head a pat.

“Of course, of course,” he says. “Go and play with Yuseong. Let’s do something fun tomorrow.”

Your face beams at this, and you scurry off to play lego.

- I can’t be the only one finding this panel of Eugene so funny

[eviyum]

Goo: Truth or Dare?

Yujin: Truth.

Goo: How many times have you slept this week?

Yujin: Dare.

Goo: Go to sleep.

Yujin: I don't like this game.