#kim yohan fanfiction

[kcake555]

Kim Yohan cake 🍰

[clawbehavior]

gahan never did things easy. read the newest chap of the TDJ collab fic here, written by the lovely @mid-n0vember

gif courtesy of @thisautistic

[breitweisergallery]

you're the only tdj author I can read... why can't I find any good tdj fanfics other than yours? anyway. thank you for posting <3

hey anon!

thank you so much for your kind words! i thought maybe i'd take this opportunity to talk about some of the fics I really love, maybe it can help spread some attention to some good fics by some awesome people!

this is just the beginning by @godotismissingx - cop gaon! alternate universe! anything by them is incredible, but this is one of the highest on my list! they never miss with their fics

upstream by paperlungs - canon divergence! also one of my early favorites in the fandom. just gaon and his deep desire to fuck yohan!

your kiss tastes like heaven by no_detective - listen. wow. WOW. forever living rent-free in my head. a canon divergence where they're sleeping together, from yohan's perspective. they truly nail yohan's character and have some of my favorite lines and takes in the fandom

the devil in me by @technitango - i love me some good reflection on the kang brothers relationship and this is IT

not all those who wander by kolachess - more soohyun! i have a slight soft spot for kinder takes on soohyun, and this scratches that itch soooo well

your eyes in the morning sun by stars_after_dark - i actually have a hand in this fic though i wasn't the one who wrote it! it's a part of an epilogue of a love child from @stars-after-dark and i

I haven't been reading a lot recently but I hope I can update this rec list after a little bit of time! This fandom is full of talented writers and artists and I can't wait to see what else comes from it.

[kmilipede]

~ the devil judge fics that rewired my dna ~

so uhm here’s my small silly little list of some tdj fic that has altered my soul because let me tell you. when a tdj fic hits it HITS. so maybe there’ll be a fic here that you haven’t read that you’ll enjoy here

these are all gahan because yes and also all completed because i’ve been hurt too many times before. also i love all of these fics very dearly so they’re not in any order

➤ it’s here i’ll be with you by mcreary

➣ Mature, ~27k words, Post-canon, Angst with a happy ending

➣ Gaon keeps attempting to fix things, but somehow, one part always seems to be missing.

➣ for me, this is THE post-canon gahan fic. what stands out for me is while gaon may be awfully lovesick, he doesn’t completely isolate himself - still maintains and forms friendships with people. watching the development of this and the way he heals is EXQUISITE and it’s written EXQUISITELY. the yearning has a wonderful payoff too. it’s just really fucking amazing guys plz read it

➤ Gravitational Pull by Amethystina

➣ Teen, ~22k words, Ep 13 canon divergence

➣ As grateful as Ga On is that Soo Hyun rescued him from Bamboo Spear's violent mob, he can tell she's lying when she claims to have heard about it on the police radio. That explanation just doesn't add up. So Ga On pressures her to tell the truth and, to his surprise, she reveals that Kang Yo Han was the one who sent her.

That one simple admission sets off a series of events that Ga On could never have predicted — events that bring out feelings he's done his best to ignore.

And desires he realizes he might not be strong enough to resist.

➣ i like how this fic doesn’t ignore how strongly gaon obviously feels for soohyun - i mean she’s been the only person for him to rely on for years. yet despite that, gaon works through what he actually wants and feels and chooses yohan. i cannot get over how well gaon’s inner thoughts are written. in fact, i can not get over how well the characters are written, full stop.

➤ Once you say it out loud, it can’t be undone by Ivrigasked

➣ Mature, ~9k words, 5+1, Domestic

➣ Alternative title: Five times Gaon catches Yohan off guard, and the one time he sees it coming.

➣ sometime domestic-style fics can be overly sickly but this is not one!! love the follow of gahan’s relationship and it’s written so well and smoothly. the yohan pov is nice too :)

➤ Destroy Me More by saturate

➣ Explicit, 6.5k words, Ep 12 canon divergence, Sexual Content

➣ “What kind of monster am I becoming?” Gaon asks, then, and wishes he could regret it, this becoming. He knows that Yohan is a monster, in some ways. Knows that only another monster could stand on his level, be his equal, and Gaon yearns to stand beside Yohan with an intensity that hollows him out.

Yohan’s hand on his shoulder, his neck, his cheek. Gaon shudders. Wants more. Wants everything. “It may be hard,” Yohan says, and his ears are flushed red, like something in this is getting to him, too, “but it can’t be helped.”

➣ i love episode rewrites! really wish this is what happened in episode 12 ngl. absolute nailed the characters and their mannerisms and their incredibly hot dynamic. there’s some lines in this that making me go fucking feral - an absolute masterpiece when it comes to that and the writing overall is just great. i come back to this a lot just to scream

➤ Bedroom Hymns [series] by godotismissing

➣ Explicit, ~31k words, Sexual content, ….various kinks

➣ Kinky Gahan fics

➣ i mean it’s porn. but if you want some excellent tasteful well written porn for gahan these are all the PERFECT fics. some of these have pretty different …… premises but they’re all EXTREMELY hot and will unleash all the pent up tension you have after watching the amount of sexual tension they have in the show jesus christ

➤ underneath the waterfall by vi (imvi)

➣ Mature, ~21k words, Post-canon, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a happy ending

➣ They’ve always been different kinds of wounded animals.

➣ for me, this is THE other post-canon gahan fic. it hurts sososo much then carefully puts you back together. like gaon is very sad but yohan comes back to mend him and it’s just so. everything

➤ path of the fossils by noctevicos

➣ General Audiences, ~1.5k, Fluff, Intimacy

➣ “You can touch me, you know. You won’t hurt me.”

“I’m trying not to,” Yohan says, and then his eyes widen and he freezes, as if he hadn’t meant to say it out loud.

Too late, thinks Gaon. I see you.

➣ i come back to this one a lot because there’s something so tender and delicate about it that i love. it paints such a beautiful picture. it’s written so wonderfully and it’s so just ugh everything i really just melt when i think about it

i may add to this in the future but for now. go show these fics some love 🔫

[seokgyuu]

A Boy Scout’s Secret (I)

→ genre: smut

→ pairing: Yohan x Fem!Reader

→ synopsis: being a girl scout unit’s leader you find yourself at a monthly meeting of all the scout’s in your area. of course the rivaling boy scouts of your unit can’t be missing from this event - and with that their arrogant vice leader kim yohan. how good that no one knows you are totally into him…. right?

→ warnings: softdom!yohan, dirty talk, degradation, praising, use of the word “noona”, fingering, handjobs, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, mammary intercourse

→ word count: 3.8k

A/N: I am sorry, I promise Challenge Me is not dead, I just needed to get this out my system okay!!! Give it some love <3

“You know we are supposed to hate them, right?”

The voice of your best friend made you snap out of your stare, instead now looking over at her.

“What?” You blinked rapidly at her, your cheeks heating up already. Her eyebrows shot up as she chuckled, her head shaking from side to side.

“Don’t play dumb, Y/N. You were staring at Yohan. Again.”

Yes. Yes, you were. And you knew you shouldn’t. Biting down on your lip, you tugged a strand of hair behind your ear. There was no way of denying it, she had caught you red handed and she had done so many times before. But what were you supposed to do? He was so freaking hot in the uniform his boy scout unit had chosen all those years ago and today, with his broad shoulders and the perfect body proportions he just looked even better in it. It didn’t matter that your unit and theirs were rivals and hated each other – you still had eyes and a stupid heart that had been betraying you for years now.

“Well, can you blame me?” You finally sighed, nodding your head slightly in Yohan’s direction, “He just looks so good, how can I not stare?”

Jean looked at you for a second, her eyes frozen in place, until she scoffed and shook her head again.

“You need to get a grip. You’re our unit leader, Y/N, you can’t have a crush on Kim Yohan of all people!”

She was right, of course she was. Yohan was the vice leader of his unit, only one above him being Daehyeon and while Dae was more or less fun to be around (he at least knew how to be civil) Yohan was an absolute pain in the ass. Even now he looked smug, knowing full well he had half the people in this room drool over him. A part of you really hated him for it but another… just really wanted to get him somewhere secluded and-

“Y/N!” Jean hissed now, snapping you out of it once again. Clearing your throat, you sat up straighter, fixing your little tie around your neck.

“Sorry. Sorry, I’m… I’m gonna get ahold of myself, alright? I only see him once every few months, I- I can get over this,” you spoke to her quietly, your eyes flying back to the boy’s table – only to be met by something you hadn’t quite expected.

 Yohan was looking right at you, his perfectly styled hair falling into his forehead, his pretty eyes sparkling in the light of the room – shit. You quickly averted your gaze again, your heart beating at triple speed. Fuck, why had he been looking at you? He almost never looked this way, if not only to act like he was better than your unit. He was arrogant like that. Right then you knew you should look away. His gaze was mesmerizing, it lured you into wanting him even more and you knew you shouldn’t. Still, once your eyes had met there was no turning back. Not as long as he stayed like this, his pretty brown eyes sparkling so beautifully in the light of the room, focused on nothing but you. Your skin began to tingle, your mouth slightly dropping, not sure what to say, what to do. Somehow it felt like time had stopped, like nothing around you mattered anymore simply because this one man who was nothing but an arrogant asshole to you most of the time had decided to look your way. Maybe, you thought, all the tension you had thought you had imagined over the years wasn’t that much of a fantasy after all. Maybe, Kim Yohan actually felt the same way. It made you wonder, the way he looked at you right now, if he had laid in bed at night thinking about you. If he had moaned your name as he touched himself, if he had wondered what you taste like. All these things happened to you regularly. Mostly when the scouts of the era had a meeting every two to three months in one of the nicer hotels in Busan, did he not leave your mind for weeks after. It felt like a curse, the Kim Yohan curse that would haunt you whenever it felt like it.

“Y/N!” Jean hissed again and you turned your head to look at her, only realizing now hot your face was. She shook her head at you, her eyes judging, and you dropped your eyes to look at the table, not even sure what was going on at the event itself anymore. Some higher ups were holding speeches, one of them being the girl’s scout president of your area and when you dared to look up at the stage, you saw that she was shaking hands with the president of Yohan’s area. At least here they pretended to get along. You almost chuckled, leaning back in your chair and crossing your legs, trying to get rid of the thought of Yohan’s eyes on you.

 What came after was a small banquet, just some food and drinks, followed by some dancing. It could have been fancy if only you weren’t all wearing your scouting uniforms. You ate your food while silently listening to your fellow girls talking about school or work, about their boyfriends, girlfriends and partners, all while being painfully aware of how single you were. Single and somehow desperately hung up on an arrogant man who, if anything, probably only wanted to screw you and then leave. And while some part of you wanted to make you believe that you would be okay with just that, you knew full well that that was a lie. You weren’t exactly the type of person to just fuck and chuck, you were more the feelings kind of girl and while you respected everyone’s choices… this just wasn’t for you. Or at least you thought so.

Because when, after dinner, you went and got up to go to the bathroom, you were approached by none other than Yohan himself, you kind of let that principle fly out the window. His long legs brought him over to you, standing in the entrance way of the hall, people scattered around, talking and laughing. But his eyes were only on you and yours only on him. His face was determined, and you swallowed down whatever had formed in your throat, feeling your stomach drop when he stopped in front of you. He didn’t touch you, nor did he say anything like a greeting.

“Have you got your own room?”

And when you nodded, never letting him out of your sight, you knew it was already over for you.

 He had you pinned against the wall in no time. Your eyes were wide, your hands pressed against his shoulders.

“Here is the closer look you so desperately wanted, noona,” he whispered, and your heart made a strange leap. He had never used honorifics on you before. He was a brat, he wanted to show he was better than everyone – at least in the field of your hobby.

“Y-Yohan-ah, I-,” you began, but he shut you up by shaking his head. His eyes were glinting at you and still seemed darker than ever. The lump in your throat turned three sizes bigger.

“I saw you looking, Y/N noona. I saw the way your eyes took this uniform off. What did you want to do to me, hm? Or did you want me to do stuff to you more?” His lips were so close to yours, his body heat surrounding you and making you all weak in the knees. God, he smelled so good.

“I don’t- I don’t know what you mea- oh-,” You were once again interrupted by him, but this time he had his mouth hovering over your neck, his breath hitting your sensitive skin and you couldn’t help but let out a deep sigh, your eyes fluttering shut when his breath moved down, over your whole neck and up, finally hitting your cheek and lips.

“Do you want me, noona?” His voice was low and his face so close, if you only moved a little bit, you could kiss him. When your eyes opened again, he was still patiently looking down at you, his oh-so extremely attractive face so close to yours. If you wanted him? Hell, you had never wanted anyone as much as him.

“I do,” you heard yourself whisper then without even realizing it. A smirk appeared on his face as his hands wandered from next to you on the wall to your hips, gripping them harshly.

“Good girl, telling me what she wants,” he then said lowly, and your eyes widened, the words spreading straight to your core.

And then he kissed you. Finally, after all those years of pining, he finally kissed you. And, fuck, did it feel good. He was hot and passionate, his tongue finding yours soon and you knew right there that he had wanted this just as much as you had. He wasn’t going slow, he wasn’t going to make you wait any longer, instead he let his hands wander over your body, squeezing every bit of you, your hips and ass, your boobs and neck, your moans getting caught by his skillful mouth.

He began to undress you, loosening the tie around your neck, which you followed right away, loosening his as well, while you were still kissing. You found yourself starting to walk as you undressed each other, towards the bed. How happy you felt that you had decided to take a room alone after all and not share with Jean. Yohan unbuttoned your shirt, slipping it off your shoulders a moment later, lips and hands on your cleavage right then, sucking hard on your sensitive skin. You grabbed his hair, moaning when you felt his tongue press against your hard nipple, only the thin layer of lace between him and your bud, his left hand now moving back to open your bra. Once it landed on the floor, Yohan was all over you, hands massaging, squeezing, thumb pressing down on your nipple, your eyes closing as you moaned loudly, hands now in his hair, pressing him closer against your body.

“So fucking hot,” he breathed against you, before looking up – his eyes so dark, his plump lips wet and swollen, his cheeks red. He looked unreal.

Yohan moved up again, kissing you on the lips, your hands wandering down to get rid of his tie and shirt, parting from him only to let your eyes wander over his body, his broad shoulders and the muscular chest, the abs you knew he worked hard to keep. God, he was so attractive. So perfect. You bit your lip and looked up at him, almost rolling your eyes when you saw the smug smirk on his lips.

“Like what you see?” He asked, tilting his head and you scoffed, before pushing him down on the bed, catching him by surprise. His eyebrows rose as he watched you straddle him, your arms tangling around his neck, lips back to devouring his.

“So eager,” he chuckled against you, hands now on your back, the kiss soon back to passionate and desperate at the same time. You both were quick to move, his fingers opening your pants and yours doing the same – just that when he had succeeded, he was suddenly right there, two fingers sliding through your lips, making you gasp.

“Shit, baby, you’re so wet for me already. Tell me, have you been this wet ever since you saw me this morning?” Yohan grinned, fingers steadily wetting themselves in your juices before letting one slide into you, a gasp escaping you as you lifted your hips, head falling back.

“Sh-shut up,” you could just sight as you began to move your hips in the rhythm of his hand, your hands on his shoulders now. Instead of giving you a cheeky answer, he kissed your neck, sucking at the skin again sure to leave a mark. Right now, you didn’t care one bit. In fact, you would have loved to have marks of his all over your body. To remember that this had really happened.

When he added a second finger, you moaned once more, deeper this time and you quickly moved to open his pants fully too, hand slipping into them to stroke his already hard cock. You felt a wet spot at the front, your walls clenching around his fingers.

“Fuck, you’re tight, baby. Do you want my cock that bad, hm?”

Oh god, never in a million years would you have thought to like someone talking this dirty to you, but right now… you could only nod, kissing him as you began jerking him off, his breath hitching as he kissed you back, free hand in your hair, tugging on it slightly.

“Don’t think I can wait that much longer, noona,” he groaned, your thumb now pressing down on his tip, his head falling back as he let out the most beautiful sound you had ever heard.

“Fuck me then, Yohan-ah. Fuck me hard,” your eyes were determined, just as he had been earlier when he approached you, and Yohan twitched in your hand, your words obviously showing effect. He moved his head forward again, eyes narrow and full of lust – and then he turned you two around, you now on your back as he dragged down your pants and soaked panties, his own clothes following, leaving him naked in front of you. You had felt that he was big but seeing it in full bloom… you swallowed as you looked from his big cock to his face, his red, wild face that was still showing clear signs of arrogance.

“Like what you see?” He asked again and you rolled your eyes, spreading your legs wider for him.

“Less asking stupid questions, more fucking,” you said, and Yohan’s eyes flickered with something you couldn’t quite pinpoint. But then, when suddenly his hands were on your thighs, pulling you closer to him harshly, you knew.

“I call the shots, noona. Got it?” Holy fuck. He caught you by surprise and yet you had never been hornier in your life than right there, when he finally sunk into you, his cock stretching you out perfectly – much better than any imagination. You arched your back as you let out a long deep moan, hands grabbing the sheets underneath you.

“Yeah, that’s right. Take it like the little slut you are,” he breathed as he began to move, his thrusts hard and quick from the get-go.

“F-fuck!” you exhaled as he pulled you even closer, your legs now held up by him, your eyes shut, mouth hanging wide open as your whole body shook. He made your world spin, he made your pussy scream, his cock so perfectly fitting into you, his moves somehow perfectly calculated, finding your sweet spot right away. Yohan stared down at you, admiring the way you looked, his eyes glued to your boobs at some point, licking his lips as he fucked harder into you.

“Could look at you forever, you’re so fucking sexy, noona”, he was trying to kill you, or at least that’s what it felt like. Especially when suddenly, you felt his thumb on your clit, felt the way he let a dollop of spit fall onto your pussy, his thumb gathering his spit to rub your sensitive bud.

“Y-Yohan-ah, ngh, don’t stop!” You could already feel it, feel the orgasm wanting to crash down on you harder than any orgasm had ever done before. Yohan smirked as he continued his spiel, still kneeling in front of you, cock buried so deep inside your pussy you were sure you could feel it if you pressed down on your stomach. He wasn’t going to stop. He was going to make you cum as much as he could, before finally pulling out and cumming all over your perfect tits.

“Are you gonna cum for me, noona?” His voice was so dark, and goosebumps erupted all over your body.

“Will you be a good noona and cum for me? Wanna see you cum on my cock, baby.”

And he really meant his words because right after he leaned forward, speeding up, thumb aligning with his movements, your pussy clenching over and over again – until finally you were pushed over the edge, your vision going dark completely as you shut your eyes again, waves of pleasure shooting through you.

“A-ah, Y-Yohan-ah! F-fuck, I’m- I’m cumming!” you basically screamed, your back arching off the bed, fingers cramping from how hard you were squeezing the bed sheets.

“Yes, baby, show me how good I fuck you, how good I make you cum. Fucking slut.”

You felt so dizzy. So, so dizzy when you felt the last hit, when you felt all the air leave your body, going numb the next second, stars dancing in front of your eyes.

“Shit,” Yohan moaned, feeling you pulsate around him, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, eyes back on your face and soon on your tits.

“N-nonna, gonna cum on your tits, okay?” You nodded, not able to form a single word, he had, so to speak, fucked that ability right out of you and the second you had given him the go, he groaned, pulling out and jerking off, a sight you would most definitely never forget, Kim Yohan all sweaty, glistening in the darkness, hair wet against his forehead as he shot his load all over your upper body while moaning your name over and over again.

“Y-yeah, f-fuck, cu-cumming so hard on your tits, shit, n-ngh, oh-,” his cum landed on you, and you watched him in awe, your heart speeding. How could someone be this fucking hot?

 He fell onto the bed next to you, both of you out of breath, your heartbeat loud in your ears. Slowly, you looked over at him, saw the way he pushed his sweaty bangs out of his face, chest heaving.

“Shit,” he then cursed lowly, turning his head to look at you too. You felt your heart do one of it’s strange leaps again when your gazes met, when you saw his fucked out face and the infamous grin. He then did something you did not expect – he lifted his hand and placed in on your cheek, softly caressing it. Your eyes widened a bit, obvious surprise sprawled over your face and Yohan chuckled.

“What?” His eyes wandered down to your lips and back, making you swallow.

“I- I just-“, yeah, you just…what? Hadn’t expected him to be this soft after he had just fucked the life out of you? Probably. Instead of asking again, he leaned forward, pressing his lips onto yours again, no ulterior motive, just… a sweet kiss. You let your eyes fall shut and kissed him back, hesitantly letting your hand fall on top of his. He tasted so good, so sweet and somehow minty, he tasted like spring felt on its good days – warm and comfortable. It didn’t make much sense but at the same time it all fell into place.

“We should get you cleaned up,” he whispered against your lips after a moment and you nodded, letting your eyes flutter open to look into his. Your heart really did a number on you, beating even faster when you saw the way he looked at you. There was no sign of his usual arrogant self, no sign of his smug smirk. He seemed just… calm.

 You cleaned yourself up in the bathroom, coming back into the room in the bathrobe hanging next to the shower – and suddenly feeling all of the things from before fading away. Yohan was halfway to being dressed, underwear and pants back on, shirt in his hands. He was about to leave. You knew it shouldn’t hurt as much as it did, but it wasn’t like you could help it. Nibbling on your bottom lip, you sat down on the edge of the bed, looking up at him.

“This was fun, noona. Felt good to finally get that out of our system, didn’t it?” He said, catching you by surprise. You raised your brows at him.

“What?”

“Well, you know. The massive sexual tension between us? Been going on for years now. But Daehyeon would have killed me if I touched you. Rivals and all that shit, you know how it goes. But today, damn, I don’t know if I was just extra horny, but I think it’s good we finally got to it.”

He finished buttoning up his shirt and turned around to look at you, grinning as if he had not just said the worst thing he possibly could. You watched as he grabbed his tie from the floor and moved to the mirror on the closet to tie it properly again.

“So… what does that mean?” Maybe it was naïve of you. To still wonder. Yohan stopped in his movement, head slowly turning back to you after a few seconds.

“This won’t happen again. Ever. This is a complete one-time thing, noona. Wasn’t that clear?” His face was stone and his voice completely unbothered. Again, you knew it shouldn’t hurt. And yet…

“Sure. Yeah, of course it was. I just- well, I guess I just wanted to make sure.” Oh, what a straight up lie. You felt yourself starting to get cold all over, felt your stupid self wanting to cry, tears already beginning to make their way into your eyes.

“Ah, noona, I know, I know. I get this a lot, but no matter how good I can fuck, I’m not doing anyone more than once. It’s just not my style, you know?” He finished tying his tie and looked over at you again. You, who was frozen in place, who felt like the biggest idiot on this earth. He walked over to the bed now, leaning forward, his hands on either side of your thighs. It caught you by surprise, but you were still glued to your spot, not able to move. He dampened his lips, before slowly moving to kiss you, his lips as soft as ever.

“Even though I must say…,” he began when he parted from you, eyelids fluttering open, “I am kind of sad we didn’t get you to suck me off, noona.”

That was it. You jumped up, making him almost fall to the floor.

“Get the fuck out!” You exhaled, pointing at the door.

“Wha-,”

“Get the fuck out, Kim Yohan, before I fucking text Daehyeon and tell him you just had sex with me, before I tell the whole fucking world you just fucked me, alright?!”

Yohan’s eyes were wide, scoffing as he mumbled something under his breath before finally walking to the door and leaving you alone.

 When you had showered while crying and ordered a new set of sheets from the reception and even when you laid in the freshly made bed and tried to distract yourself from Kim Yohan’s scent still all around you, you couldn’t help but already think about the next meeting in two months and how much you would give for him to just never show up again.

[jehan-d-art]

there's bad news coming by lorebearleaf Fandom: 악마판사 | The Devil Judge (TV) Relationships: Kang Elijah & Kang Yo Han & Kim Ga; On Minor or Background Relationship(s); Kang Yo Han/Kim Ga On; Kang Yo Han & Kim Ga On Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Additional Tags: Complicated Relationships Family Issues Canonical Character Death Grief/Mourning Dreams and Nightmares Family Feels Emotional Hurt/Comfort Canon Disabled Character Protectiveness Dysfunctional Family Love/Hate Character Study Food as a Metaphor for Love Language: English Words: 2,481 Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Elijah looks down the corridor and at the end of it, right before Yohan’s room, she sees Gaon.

That man truly does not know when to stop, Elijah thinks.

Still, at the same time Elijah is glad Gaon just keeps going on as he pleases. She doesn’t know how to do this alone, not anymore and maybe she never really did know how to do this.

[tdj-fic-fest]

[img description: on a black and white fire background, a burnt orange box with text inside reads: ride

Kang Yohan/Kim Gaon, Canon Divergence. Rated Explicit. By jaswhit.

"'Why did you do it anyway?' Gaon tilts his head in question. 'Riding a bike? Yohan nods. And Gaon looks to the side, thinking. There is only one answer to that and even if it's silly, it's the truth. 'Riding it makes me feet better when my head is full.' Yohan raises an eyebrow at that, eyes shining with amusement. 'Very well.' He says, seemingly entertain by Gaon's reasoning. But he doesn't question him further or mocks him. 'I suggest you find better ways to clear your head, at least for now.' Or Two times Gaon rides his bike to clear his head, and one time he rides Yohan instead. ."

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[tenderlywicked]

Yay! The last chapter of How Much Do You Like Me? is finally up! Enormous thanks to my beta @artemis099​!

[stars-after-dark]

Chapter 3 of 'Solidarity in a New Dawn' is out! For those of you who don't know, it's my mulan/tdj au. enjoy pls, it took me so long to write 😭

[kcake555]

Kim Yohan cake 🍰

[clawbehavior]

'justice min,' kang yohan says with an affable smile from where he's standing just inside the elevator.

'judge kang,' the professor replies just as collegially. he stiffly takes up a position at the opposite side.

'annyeonghaseyo bujangnim,' gaon says with a respectful head bow as he takes the spot between the two men. 

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going to publish a few ficlets and TDJ imagines over the next weeks to get them out of my drafts. this one's for @wyndhamschrysalids for encouraging me when i wasn't sure about sharing 'i hope you are lonely'.

[breitweisergallery]

the house in switzerland is empty.

gaon doesn't blame yohan for the emptiness; it's hard to fill a home when you hardly know what home is meant to feel like.

it is scattered and carefully placed furniture, distant and cold, a perfectly clean house with no squeaking doors or shower knobs that get stuck for no real reason on nothing. it is things hung with an almost obsessive neatness, things wiped clean and kept tidy; things and people alike in their places.

the second time gaon visits, there are a few potted plants around the house. it takes him an inconspicuous touch to a leaf to realize they are fake, but gaon knows better than to acknowledge the change at all.

he video calls them from korea and nearly beams at the sight of a colorful curtain behind elijah's head, a splash of orange in a mix of a modern black-and-white look.

artwork starts to show up on the walls; not just old artwork, but canvases that elijah tells him are from a local market, painted by an older woman who lives maybe six minutes from their house. yohan gets coffee with her and practices his english, elijah says, but it's the warmth of the paintings that fills gaon's heart.

after a year, gaon considers switzerland home.

[pleasantpirateturtle]

The first time it happens he doesn’t realise exactly what that rolling, dangerous flutter in his chest is when Kang Yohan slams him into the bookcase; Gaon is already on edge from anxiety, his heart ricocheting against his ribcage and his breathing is laboured – all air leaves him on a gasp as Kang Yohan’s palm trails teasingly over his collarbones, over his throat settling heavy on his shoulder. His eyes are dark shiny pools filled with hunger. Gaon barely stumbles through his excuses, afraid to be caught, even more afraid of the little voice that whispers, asks, begs to see what would happen if Kang Yohan did catch him. He leaves Gaon alone, leaning against the bookcase and he sighs a deep chested gust of air before a full body shiver steals over his body, his hands are trembling too. Gaon writes that incident off as nerves being hyper attuned to the threat Kang Yohan had not so subtly implied.

This snippet has been hanging at the back of my mind for ages. Should I finish it?

[mkayswritings]

Okay my Black OPs fic is back up and ready to be read! I hope that you enjoy TDJ fans, I am looking forward to getting this fanfic going since I’ve had this idea for awhile cause of the Jinyoung movie. It’s gonna be fun.

[not-another-mechanical-heart]

Updated the list, 12 works so far.

I’m coming here to do some publicity to the fanfics I’ve done so far for The Devil Judge. 

Warning: my stories are always PWP and these are not the exception…almost.

Heal me -  Read Here

(Rated E, Words: 7,516, Chapters: 2/2, Complete)

Summary:

Gaon has just lost his parents and the only way he finds he can cope with it is being a reckless teenager and losing himself to music and alcohol, not knowing that it will lead to him meeting someone he shouldn’t have met for another 10 years.

Or

17-year-old Gaon meets 24-year-old Yohan when trying to forget about his tragic life and decides to have a one-night stand with that handsome stranger.

Do me -  Read Here

(Rated E, Words: 4,805, Chapters: 1/1, Complete)

Summary:

Gaon agrees to go to a costume party with Soo-Hyun for Halloween but he will come to regret it later that night when he knows what exactly he is going to wear…or, maybe it won’t be that bad after all?

Let Yohan decide, Gaon.

Come to me -  Read Here

(Rated E, Words: 5,739, Chapters: 1/1, Complete)

Summary:

During the pandemic, Gaon needs to find a quick and easy job to continue having his usual income, and so, after getting his hands on a motorbike, he decides to be a delivery guy.

OR

Gaon meets Yohan while delivering his groceries :D

The Invisible -  Read Here

(Rated E, Words: 21,196 , Chapters: 6/6, Completed)

Summary:

Kim Gaon is a freshly law graduate with a bright future until one night he is brutally beaten and left for dead. In reality, he is trapped in a ghostly limbo, a state between life and death where no one can see or hear him.

I Wanna Be Yours -  Read Here

(Rated E, Words: 15,783 , Chapters: 1/1, Completed)

Summary:

Gaon applies for a new scholarship at his college to have a sponsor pay for his semester. What could come up from that?

A/N: This was supposed to be a Sugar Baby!AU but I’m not sure it ended up being one.

Hurt Me -  Read Here

(Rated E, Words: 3,253 , Chapters: 1/1, Completed)

Part 2 of Heal Me

Summary:

3 years later after a messy hook up that ended bitterweet, Gaon crosses paths with Yohan once again. Something is up with the man, but Gaon doesn’t pry more than necessary, only lets the man do what he needs, just the way he did with him all that time ago.

Need you -  Read Here

(Rated E, Words: 4,420 , Chapters: 1/1, Completed)

Post-Canon

Summary:

Gaon has an unexpected visit one summer day, and between a shared meal, some alcohol and some messy confessions, he just ends up grateful hes got a functioning fan that cools him down.

You got me, you got me good -  Read Here

(Rated E, Words: 9,736 , Chapters: 1/1, Completed)

Summary:

Gaon used to have an account where he posted 18+.

He completely forgot about it, until Yohan reminds him.

And it was all because of that bird tattoo on his shoulder.

lick them n tweak them -  Read Here

(Rated E, Words: 4,080 , Chapters: 1/1, Completed)

Summary:

Yohan finds out Gaon pierced his nipples in his absence.

I Don’t Really Talk Like This, I know -  Read Here

(Rated E, Words: 5,938 , Chapters: 1/1, Completed)

Summary:

Gaon isn’t one to do one night stands, but once he succumbs to that, he is embarrassed to encounter the next day the same man that railed him, at the restaurant he works.

bad idea! -  Read Here

(Rated E, Words: 15,783 , Chapters: 1/1, Completed)

Summary:

Gaon has started his master’s degree and Professor Min suggests he takes Kang Yohan’s class to keep an eye on the man for him. What could go wrong?

The Atheist -  Read Here

(Rated E, Words: 7,245 , Chapters: 1/1, Completed)

Summary:

The first time we made love I realized why

I never prayed.

One human can only say ‘Oh God’ so many times.

- Megan Falley

Well, this are all so far, but I do have more planned for this amazing couple. If you have any suggestions, prompt, don’t be shy, shared them with me, I always love new ideas for these guys.

[briwates]

Zero context WIP game ! Thank you @clawbehavior for the tag, excited to do this because I've got like 10 different wips and kept resisting the temptation to post snippets. These fics don't have definitive titles yet so the ones here are approximative descriptions

1. Ms Ji & the Kangs

“Yohan-ah, I love you, don’t cry” Isaac says, patting his baby brother’s stomach when he fusses. They’re both laying on Isaac’s bed after lunch, a bit drowsy in the early hours of the afternoon. Young-Ok watches the two as she folds laundry.

“Nanny, why does Yohan have no eyebrows ?” Isaac asks curiously.

She chuckles at the question, taking a tiny pair of socks out of the basket and folding them together. “Most babies are born without much hair, he’ll grow them later on.”

2. Conversations

Gaon swipes ‘accept call’ and props his phone against a utensil holder as Elijah’s lovely face comes into view. She has cut her hair into a bob, even bangs forming a curtain on her forehead.

“Gaon, it's an emergency ! You need to come to Geneva and do something !” Elijah’s voice immediately comes through the phone speaker, loud enough to be heard over the sound of meat sizzling on the stove. “Yohan is serious about growing that ugly mustache and the clinic receptionist keep trying to hit on him !”

3. Yohan through Isaac's photography

October 1991, Yohan showing me his teeth 

Gaon chuckles at the photo. It’s blurry like the objective had gone out of focus at the last minute. Yohan is giving the camera a smile and scrunching his nose, eyes closed under his fringe like he’s shielding them from the flash. Some milk teeth are missing from his gums, two permanent ones just peeking above the surface. He must have been no more than six or seven here.  

4. Gaon scrolls online forums

"Judge Oh, I have this file I wanted discuss with you"

Jinjoo comes up behind him to see just as he is about to unlock his computer. What greets Gaon after entering his password is the previous night's research topic brightly displayed on the screen. Shit. Carelessly, he had simply shut the laptop before going to bed, instead of closing the tabs and erasing his search history.

Panic and embarrassment seize Gaon on the spot. He's about two hundred-percent certain that Jinjoo got a glimpse of what was written on the screen. Omegaverse fanfiction of him and their boss. Gaon wants to explode.

"You have…a lot of open tabs, Judge Kim."

5. Another snippet from Conversations

“You have something under your eye”

“Hmm ?” Yohan hums, closing said eye when Gaon’s thumb gently swipes across his skin.

“Eyelash.” Gaon flicks it away “crap I should’ve told you to make a wish”

They’re laying on the couch in a tangle of limbs, Gaon on top of Yohan like a weighted blanket, chest to chest, book long abandoned on the coffee table. Kkomi is on the armrest behind Yohan’s head, sniffing at his hair. Gaon yawns into Yohan’s collar.

“We should go to bed.” Yohan says, voice hoarse.  

6. Sunah lives

It is routine until her ears catch familiar voices, ones she thought she would never hear again, along with the cries of a fussy child.

“Gaon-ah, give her to me”

Sunah turns around to see, to her surprise, peering over the café’s balcony, Kang Yohan, his niece, his former associate, passing over an agitated toddler.

“I told you we should have brought her stroller,” Kim Gaon’s reprimands are a refreshing thing to hear “She gets tired.”

“It would have been inconvenient though, with all the stairs and narrow streets.” Kang Elijah chimes in. She is on crutches now, standing just a few centimeters shy of her uncle’s height.

“That’s fine” Kang Yohan hauls up the little girl against his chest so that her head rests on his shoulder, pats her back. “Appa will be the stroller today."

Tagging @thedeviljudges if you feel like doing it !