#lee hakjoo fanfiction

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Cuts and Bruises || Jung Taeju

Pairing: Jung Taeju x reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood, needles, etc.

Summary: Y/n helps Taeju with his injuries

Author’s Note: I’m planning on making a part two for this, so stay turned for that.

My Name - Masterlist Part Two, Part Three

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“Taeju, for the love of god, stop fucking moving” I complained, as I attempted to stitch up his face. The usually stoic right hand was shifting uncomfortably as he lay on the table in front of me. He had gotten into a pretty rough fight with another member in the gym. Whether it was actually hostile or not wasn’t really any of my business, but I was definitely annoyed that the two of them showed up outside of my surgical room in the middle of the night, just as I was about to head home.

Although Jung Taeju knows that I don’t give freely, he seemed pretty insistent when he asked me to stitch him up. The other guy didn’t seem to want my help, so I assumed he had been dragged along. I tried to be generous, offering my help to him even though I wasn’t paid to do so, but he took the first chance he got to run away, leaving Taeju and I alone.

“It hurts” He said, attempting to sound normal, although his fidgeting made it hard for me to believe him.

“Don’t be a baby. You’ve done this before” I scoffed at his complaint, to which he shut up for a few moments. Though the fidgeting didn’t stop. After a few more moments of attempting not to take his eye out with a needle, I pulled back, placing my equipment back onto the table beside me, and taking off the gloves I was wearing.

“Have you got worms?” I asked, rolling backwards in the chair I was sitting in. He looked at me as if I called him a slur or something, but eventually shook his head.

“No?” He questioned, sitting up from where he was laying, so he could watch what I was doing. I rummaged through one of the drawers in the room, eventually pulling out the right sized needle, and then going to look for something that could hold him down.

“Then what is up?” I called, and he didn’t respond right away. His lack of an answer made me turn around, only to see his semi-flustered face. Well, as flustered as Jung Taeju could be. The strange sight almost made me laugh, but I kept it at bay so as to not embarrass him any more, even if I really wanted to. “Alright, keep it to yourself then, but you better sit still” I answered, rolling back over to him, with the new needle I grabbed.

I had to wipe some blood from his face again, before trying to stick the needle in his face again. This time he sat still for a good few moments, just enough for me to get a good few stitches in, before he moved again.

“You’re a good looking guy. Surely you don’t want a mangled face” I commented, which made him freeze for a second, enough for me to put the final stitch in, tying the string off and making sure that it didn't look disgusting, before leaving him be for a few moments as I went to find some bandaids for his smaller wounds.

“You think I’m good looking?” He asked, like no one had said that to him before. I rolled my eyes at the question, but shrugged, pulling a box of bandaids out of the nearest drawer to me.

“Sure” was what I said, I really meant to say yes, but I wasn’t trying to make it awkward. He seemed pretty happy with the answer, even if I tried to play off the fact that I found him attractive.

As I was about to stick a bandaid on one of the cuts on his chin, he stopped me. “They’ve got dinosaurs on them” He said, not seeming to like the idea of having kids' bandaids on his face. In a way, I understood. He cared about being taken seriously, and this certainly wasn't helpful. I chuckled lightly at how he pointed it out, but nodded in response.

“They were the only ones they had at the store” I answered, and he took that as to say he could have this plaster, or nothing. He would be right. “You shouldn’t be fighting if you don’t want dinos on your face” He scoffed at my words, but nodded regardless, silently agreeing with my words.

“There, all better. Come back in a week and I’ll take those stitches out” I concluded, patting his cheek gently, as a way to say that he could leave.

“You forgot something” He said, as I was about to turn away.

“What? You want a lollipop?” I joked, and I managed to get a small chuckle out of him, but he shook his head. Instead, he placed his hands on my hips, pulled me close and kissed me quick. He didn’t give me enough time to respond, and before I knew it, he had pulled away, a slight smirk resting on his lips as he stared at me. Then, he turned to leave, leaving me flustered in the middle of the room.

Just as he was about to walk out, I spoke up. “This isn’t over Jung Taeju” The only response I heard was a slight chuckle as he walked away.

[sm-entertain-me]

Sworn Protector (M)

Synopsis: Being the daughter of a prolific drug lord wasn’t necessarily easy as you had many people try to kill you, men try to do unspeakable things to you, or steal money from you just because of your status. They all tried and never succeeded because Taeju was always there to protect you. After all these years, you never knew how to repay him, until one seemingly meaningless midnight conversation in your penthouse suite turns into something much more passionate.

Contains: Jung Taeju x (f) reader, adult language, descriptions of violence, smut, explicit depictions of unprotected sex, marking kink, dry humping, handjob, nipple play, overstimulation, creampie, bodyguard to lover!au.

Requested to be tagged: @yungkvte​

“I suppose it doesn’t hurt that bad,” Taeju said rather confidently, until he was soon hissing underneath your touch as you poured the sterile alcohol solution on the laceration in his arm. Taeju had unfortunately gotten hurt on one of your father’s protection entourages, a lowly gangster deciding to try to assassinate your father until Taeju intervened and ultimately took a blade in the forearm. No matter how many times you chided Taeju for always sacrificing his wellbeing for the sake of others, you knew it was his job to do just that. It was his job to protect both you and your father with his life.

“Yeah, sure it doesn’t,” You teased as you rolled your eyes at him, wiping away the excess cleaning solution and getting out your stitching kit in order to get Taeju back to the job as soon as possible. You could tell that he wanted to go back to work as soon as tomorrow, but stitches need time to heal and he was going to have to be put on some light work for the rest of the week. That’s why he’s currently with you, your father ordering him to guard you while he’s away dealing with business in Tokyo with a new strain of meth. Ah yes, your father was the infamous Choi Mujin, and nobody around you will ever forget that.

Except for Taeju. Normally when people hear who your father is, they either want to run away from you, kill you, or do unspeakable things to you in retaliation to your beloved father. But not Taeju. He didn’t seem to care who your father was or the fact that he was your boss, he just wanted to genuinely be a friend of yours since he knew he would be working closely with you as part of your father’s security detail. Not that you really minded though. You were always particular to good looking men in suits, especially the one who is sitting shirtless with his arm getting bandaged by you in your lavish penthouse suite. What could possibly go wrong?

“Just one more bandage and you’ll be all set for some bedrest,” you commented as you held your tongue in between your lips to focus on wrapping Taeju’s bandages properly, not wanting to cause any friction blisters on accident. As you were tending to his laceration, you accidentally brushed your hand against Taeju’s toned abdomen, watching goosebumps form on his honeyed skin. Your breath immediately caught in your throat as you looked up to find Taeju staring at you with curiosity, then quickly switching to what could only be described as desire.

“Tae-Taeju I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-,” You stammered as you finished wrapping his arm with the external bandage, but were soon interrupted by the feeling of Taeju’s finger resting on your soft lips. Silence befell you two as you waited with bated breath to see what Taeju would do, not used to this kind of personality from him. Sure he was always by your side through the years, but he never even thought of crossing the physical barrier with you. He couldn’t imagine what Mujin would do to him knowing he had sex with his little girl.

But it seems as if the risk was finally worth the reward as Taeju’s eyes held perfect eye contact with yours to show he was fully intending all of his actions from here on out, removing his fingers from your lips when he was certain he had your full attention, “Listen Y/N, I’ve noticed the way you’ve been looking at me and the way you turn away whenever our eyes meet for too long. I’ve been with your family long enough to know how you act around people that make your heart race, and that tight little cunt of yours quiver.”

A wolfish grin appeared on Taeju’s face when he heard you moan out from his filthy words, you immediately standing up and crawling into his lap on the couch he was sitting on. The heat between you was building up to levels that you simply couldn’t contain any longer, giving in to the desires you held for Taeju for nearly five years now. This was clearly apparent by the way you were being cradled in in Taeju’s arms as he kissed your lips with fervor while his hands explored your body until resting comfortably on your backside.

While Taeju’s hands were busy massaging the skin of your ass roughly, he managed to tear his lips from yours to connect them to your neck to kiss all the way down to your collar bone. Every time Taeju heard you moan in response to his lips ghosting over a portion of your skin, he would then remind himself of your favorite spots by marking your pristine skin with shades of pinks and reds. Part of your was afraid that if your father were to see the marks, knowing that Taeju was in your penthouse the night before, he would definitely lash out on either you or Taeju. But the other part of you was craving every single part of Taeju as you felt him rut his hips against you from below.

“Jesus Taeju, you trying to kill me here?” You moaned out breathlessly as you started to become lightheaded from the feeling of pleasure coursing through your body at the hands of Taeju, hearing him chuckle underneath you as he continued to tease you from below with his stiff member. Wanting to drive Taeju just as mad as he was driving you, you decided to roll your hips down against his in time with whenever he decided to roll up into you. This caused Taeju to grip his lips away from you neck to let out a wanton moan, his eyes darkening as he looked at you with a smirk. Uh oh.

Taeju’s hands fell from pressing your body against his to wrapping around your thighs tightly and standing with you in his arms, carrying you from your sofa all the way to the bedroom. As he was carrying you, Taeju made sure to pepper kisses along your jawline to keep you distracted from the semi-long distance. When you did make it to your bedroom however, Taeju immediately cage you in his embrace and smashed his lips onto yours in a fit of raw passion. He craved everything about you and was about to show you what five years of holding back feels like.

While Taeju was busy stealing your breath away with his sinful kisses, you couldn’t help but run your hands down his muscular torso, stopping just before the button on his slacks. You took Taeju’s moan against your lips as a sign to continue your journey, unbuttoning his slacks quickly and shoving them down his legs eagerly. Satisfied with his slacks being on the ground where they belong, you then ran your hand over Taeju’s briefs to palm his impressive length, earning a hiss of pleasure from the contact. 

Not wanting to keep either of you waiting any longer, you gripped Taeju’s length in your hand while pulling his briefs down at the same time. You simply couldn’t believe you were touching Taeju in a way that wasn’t him simply escorting you through a crowd of people or down the stairs of a plane, but you weren’t complaining as Taeju sucked on your ear. This action forced goosebumps to form all over your body as you unintentionally gripped Taeju’s length harder, hearing him hiss in pleasure.

Gripping the base of his shaft, you stroked upward on Taeju’s length until you got to the tip, smearing the beads of precum dripping down his shaft. Once your hand was properly lubricated, you then gripped his cock harder in your hand and did your best to work Taeju into a moaning mess with just your hand. You seemed to be doing a great job as Taeju moaned huskily into your ear, rolling his hips into your hand each time you stroked his cock at a wonderful pace, “Goddamn baby, if this is how good you are with your hands, I can’t wait to see how good you are when you ride.”

Although you weren’t really feeling like getting on top tonight since you had a pretty late night, Taeju definitely had it worse as he was stabbed and currently dealing with the healing process. Slightly huffing at Taeju’s request, you nodded as you finally let go of Taeju’s length reluctantly, wiping off the sticky liquid of Taeju’s precum on the sheets below you. You would probably have to tip your housekeeper extra for the amount of work she would have to put in to get rid of certain stains, but it was a price you were willing to pay for the night you’ve been waiting years for.

Finally situated on top of Taeju, you decided to tease him a little by rutting your hips against him, letting out a small whimper as your clit nudged against Taeju’s leaking tip. You just couldn’t help yourself. The innocence that Taeju had previously known about Mujin’s daughter was thrown out the window as he was watching you use him to get off, his cock throbbing in approval with every grind of your hips. But this wasn’t what he waited yeas for. He waited years to be inside of you, and that’s what he’s determined to do.

As you were too busy rutting against Taeju like a dog in heat, you felt a burning sensation on your scalp as Taeju had your locks wrapped around your hair to crane your neck back, forcing your attention to shift to Taeju. Once he saw that you were finally paying attention to him in the way he wanted, Taeju licked his lips sinfully before jokingly asking you, “Feel like fucking me anytime soon baby?”

With a small chuckle, you nodded quickly as you reached in between your bodies to grab at Taeju’s length again, giving him a couple strokes to make sure he was the hardest he could get before sinking down on his length. As his cock parted your walls, you had to lean forward and hold yourself up on Taeju’s chest, throwing your head back from the stretch. He felt so good upon entering you that you could feel tears start to prick your eyes from the sensation. And you hadn’t even started moving yet.

Taeju seemed to be having just as rough of a time adjusting as you as his eyebrows were knitted together from the sensation of your walls clenching around his cock unforgivingly, his jaw hanging open from just how tight you were. He hadn’t thought the whole “fucking his boss’s daughter without a condom” thing through as his nails were now digging into your skin from holding your hips still, currently trying to focus on not blowing his load inside of you right now. Eventually he got himself together to look up at you and smirk, giving your ass a few little taps to signal that you should start moving.

Obliging Taeju’s reasonable request, you leaned forward to anchor your hands on Taeju’s pectoral muscles, lifting your hips on top of Taeju’s length slowly to get a feeling for what areas he could reach. The answer was all of them as you started to pick up speed, moans starting to fall from your lips as Taeju made sure to keep you anchored where he needed you most. This way, he could dig his heels into the mattress and thrust up into you from below whenever he felt necessary. 

“Taejuuuu, you feel so good,” you moaned shamelessly to the male below you, feeling your walls tighten around Taeju’s delicious length. Taeju’s cock was making you see stars as you bounced helplessly on top of him, desperately trying to reach your high as well as bring Taeju’s to his. As you were in your lust filled thoughts, you felt Taeju’s hands grip your breasts, sliding his thumbs over your sensitive buds to force your eyes to roll back into your head from all the sinful sensations going on inside of you. You weren’t sure how much longer you would be able to hold on since Taeju’s cock was hitting all the right spots.

“You g-gonna cum for me babygirl?” Taeju strained underneath you, taking his fingers and rolling your nipples lightly in between his calloused fingers, knowing the answer to his rhetorical question by the pace you were fucking him. He could tell you were close by the way your walls were practically suffocating his length, the sound of him squelching in and out due to your arousal flowing out of you, and how much you were moaning his name to the ceiling. Watching you in this state made Taeju realize just how close he was as his grip tightened on your hips unintentionally, his eyes beginning to roll into the back of his head to meet yours. But he need you to cum first.

Seeing your swollen clit being neglected, Taeju connected two fingers to engorged nub, watching your jaw hang open to scream endlessly for your lover. Taeju’s lips formed a weak smirk as he traced insatiable shapes into your clit, sending shockwaves up your body and all the way to the smallest appendages. At this rate, it would be mere seconds until you would be sent spiraling into sinful orgasmic relief. And Taeju would be right there behind you.

Incoherent noises fell from your lips as you arched your chest parallel to the ceiling, cumming hard around Taeju’s length as he was still rubbing your clit expertly. “Taejuuuu, I can’t,” You whined as the sensation was becoming too much for you, feeling your legs starting to shake from the overstimulation since you were still experiencing your orgasm full swing. But luckily you were given some relief as Taeju’s addicting fingers became absent from your clit to be replaced with his cum filling you to the brim, causing you to smile blissfully from the feeling. 

Cleanup was pretty swift as Taeju was the one to take care of most of it while you were carried around by the dashing gentleman, dressing you in your favorite sleep shirt while he found a pair of sweatpants in your dresser you had stolen from an ex or something of that nature. While Taeju was busy throwing all of the soiled clothing and towels into the laundry, you heard knocking coming from outside of your penthouse suite. Considering it was late at night and you weren’t expecting visitors, you immediately alerted Taeju who ordered you to stay near the door and wait for him.

Your heart was racing as Taeju left your penthouse briefly, only to have Taeju return with the one man that cause your blood to run cold: your father. However, he didn’t seem at all angry or disappointed, despite getting one look at you and seeing the “artwork” Taeju had decided to paint on your neck. He actually seemed calm as he looked at the two of you, sliding his hands in his slacks. You knew that he knew what you two were doing since he could probably hear you from his suite, but your father simply smiled at the two of you, “Now that you two have finally gotten, um, acquainted, when can I expect grandchildren?” 

“Dad!”

[peaxhxhair]

Brawl || Jung Taeju

Pairing: Jung Taeju x GN! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood, fights, betting, etc. (Please let me know if there is anything else)

Summary: Dongcheon’s medic gets to watch a gym fight.

Word Count: 1.2K

Authors Note: This is part two to ‘cuts and brusies’! Also I have no concept of Korean money, so keep that in mind for this fanfic lol

My Name - Masterlist , Part One, Part Three

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It had been about a week since I stitched up Taeju’s face. I haven’t seen him much since then, but I understood why. He’s a busy guy, he doesn’t have time to come and see me every day, as much as I wanted him to. Though he did show up outside my door yesterday, so that I could take out his stitches. The wound healed well, and it wasn’t infected, which meant he hadn’t been doing anything stupid.

I got a call today from Mr.Choi. Originally, when he asked me to come to his office, I had assumed that he had gotten injured somehow. Though, when I arrived at his penthouse, he was completely fine, but the gaggle of men inside the room wasn’t exactly a pleasant surprise.

“You asked for me?” I called when I entered the room, and all heads turned to me, which made me feel a little awkward. All of the men in the room were wearing suits, so I assumed that the meeting had to be something important.

“Yes, we figured that you could be of use” Mr. Choi began to explain. He went on to say that I would be tasked with being the Medic for this month's gym fight. Meaning that I would have to bandage up every single guy that got injured during the fight. Personally, I don’t think fighting in order to win time off was a very healthy work-life balance, but that might just be me. I wasn’t in any place to deny his request, since I needed money, and I could only imagine the pay this job would get me, so I agreed. Though I wasn't exactly happy with having to work on so many people in one day, I was excited that I got to see the fight in action. Usually, I wasn’t involved, because my medical office was based in the hotel, which was quite far from the gym.

~~~

The day of the fight arrived pretty quickly, and when I entered the gym on the day, I began to grow stressed about how many guys there were standing around the arena. Surely I wouldn't be helping them all? Though, I didn’t think the injuries would be that major.

Standing with so many of the important people felt very intimidating, especially since I was the only one not wearing a suit.

“You’re wearing scrubs?” I heard someone whisper to me, and I didn’t even have to look to know that it was Taeju. When I did turn to him, I was pleasantly surprised.

“You’re wearing a turtleneck” I laughed, making him look down at himself. “Looks nice” I added, just so that he didn’t think I was insulting him. He seemed to relax at those words. “And what’s wrong with my scrubs?” I asked, huffing when He chuckled at me. Originally, I had debated wearing something else, but since I was working, I thought that wearing them would be more appropriate.

“Nothing. I thought you would wear something nice” He said, and I already knew he was joking, but I scoffed regardless.

“Hey! I look great and you know it” I answered, smacking him on the arm as I spoke. He didn’t respond, but since he didn’t deny it, I took the silence as agreement.

“Are you betting on them?” He questioned after a second, and I raised an eyebrow at the question.

“We can bet on them?” I asked, and he nodded. I eagerly tapped my pockets in an attempt to find my Wallet, though I deflated slightly when I realized that I had forgotten it. “I forgot my wallet” I mentioned, trying not to sound too disappointed about it.

What I didn’t expect was for him to pull out his wallet and hand me 50,000 won. “Seriously? You’re just giving me money?” I asked, looking at him as if he was stupid. I don’t know how much these guys end up betting, but the fact that he didn’t seem fazed by giving me money, meant that this was definitely the minimum spending price. Sometimes I don’t have that much to spend on groceries, let alone wasting it by betting on people.

“Well, I’ll be winning it back anyway” He answered, a smug look on his face as he placed the note into my hand. I laughed at his confidence, but nodded anyway.

“Alright, you’re on” The group of suited men all stood around, surveying the younger dongcheon members to figure out which one would win them money. Taeju and I joined in, looking through all the guys to find the one with the most potential. That’s when I spotted her. “I’m betting on her,” I said, mostly to myself, although Taeju had been close enough to hear me. I could basically feel his distaste for my choice.

“I regret giving you money” He commented, and I chuckled at his complaint, walking away so that I could place the money he had given me into the betting pile.

~~~

The fight was intense. At first, when people started bowing out, I assumed that I had to start helping. Though, Mr.Choi told me to wait. Obviously I agreed, since I wanted to see who won.

Taeju had voted for some guy wearing red pants, as had some of the other guys . I didn’t know what his name was. Originally, we had all thought that he had won, and I was ready to be mocked for the next few hours, though, Mr.Choi pointed out something interesting. “The kid’s still standing” His words filled my body with a type of adrenaline that I had never felt before. She was still standing, and I still had a chance of winning.

The next minute was filled with yelling and screaming, mostly from me, but Taeju didn’t seem too pleased with losing, so he was more involved than he had been before. Though, eventually, his guy got knocked out, his head connecting with the floor harshly. “I won!” I squeaked, throwing my hands in the air as Taeju deflated in his seat. Sure, it was good that the girl won, but this is about my win now.

~~~

My win had been triumphant, and I won the whole pile of money, which I was very smug about. Though, now I sat on the floor of the gym, cleaning wounds and bandaging up people’s heads, along with getting whined at as if my child had stubbed their toe at the park.

“I have to say, you deserve this, '' Taeju said from across the room, his arms crossed as he leant against the kitchen door frame. He had decided to stay with me, under the reason of ‘driving me home when I’m done’, which I don’t think even I believed, let alone Mr.Choi.

“You are such a sore loser” I chuckled, finishing up the bandages that needed to be put on the last guy's head wound, and letting his roommates take him upstairs. “What I really deserve is a kiss from my boyfriend for doing a good job today” I said as I got up, walking over to him and pulling him close by his blazer.

“I don’t remember being your boyfriend” He commented, pointing out how we hadn’t got around to talking about that.

“Oh? Are you not? Never mind then” I scoffed playfully, turnin to walk away, only to be pulled back into his chest by the end of my shirt.

“Wait” He muttered, and I chuckled at how eager he looked. “I want to be your boyfriend” I grinned at his words, placing my hands on his cheeks and leaning in to kiss him. Although I needed to breathe eventually, pulling away felt like way too soon for my liking.

Though, as I caught my breath, I muttered “Take me home?” Hopefully he understood what I was trying to say. Luckily, he did.

“Of course”

[bucky-lents]

Omg hun, this is amazing. I love it! Needed to get my Taeju fix and this was it! I can't believe you threw Choi Mujin at the end. Omg i'd be so fricken embarassed

Sworn Protector (M)

Synopsis: Being the daughter of a prolific drug lord wasn’t necessarily easy as you had many people try to kill you, men try to do unspeakable things to you, or steal money from you just because of your status. They all tried and never succeeded because Taeju was always there to protect you. After all these years, you never knew how to repay him, until one seemingly meaningless midnight conversation in your penthouse suite turns into something much more passionate.

Contains: Jung Taeju x (f) reader, adult language, descriptions of violence, smut, explicit depictions of unprotected sex, marking kink, dry humping, handjob, nipple play, overstimulation, creampie, bodyguard to lover!au.

Requested to be tagged: @yungkvte​

“I suppose it doesn’t hurt that bad,” Taeju said rather confidently, until he was soon hissing underneath your touch as you poured the sterile alcohol solution on the laceration in his arm. Taeju had unfortunately gotten hurt on one of your father’s protection entourages, a lowly gangster deciding to try to assassinate your father until Taeju intervened and ultimately took a blade in the forearm. No matter how many times you chided Taeju for always sacrificing his wellbeing for the sake of others, you knew it was his job to do just that. It was his job to protect both you and your father with his life.

“Yeah, sure it doesn’t,” You teased as you rolled your eyes at him, wiping away the excess cleaning solution and getting out your stitching kit in order to get Taeju back to the job as soon as possible. You could tell that he wanted to go back to work as soon as tomorrow, but stitches need time to heal and he was going to have to be put on some light work for the rest of the week. That’s why he’s currently with you, your father ordering him to guard you while he’s away dealing with business in Tokyo with a new strain of meth. Ah yes, your father was the infamous Choi Mujin, and nobody around you will ever forget that.

Except for Taeju. Normally when people hear who your father is, they either want to run away from you, kill you, or do unspeakable things to you in retaliation to your beloved father. But not Taeju. He didn’t seem to care who your father was or the fact that he was your boss, he just wanted to genuinely be a friend of yours since he knew he would be working closely with you as part of your father’s security detail. Not that you really minded though. You were always particular to good looking men in suits, especially the one who is sitting shirtless with his arm getting bandaged by you in your lavish penthouse suite. What could possibly go wrong?

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