#seongji yook

[koiiiji]

author’s note ; im not really into that omegaverse stuff, and don’t know much about it, but dynamics of big lonely wolf seongji yook x mischievous fox reader living in my head for awhile now 👉🏻👈🏻

tw ; fantasy au, omegaverse (?), suggestive +18 content, nsfw, seongji being service dom, MINORS, AGELESS BLOGS DNI, dom/sub dynamics, whatever else i forget to add

❁ seongji found you in the forests on his mountain. you were hissing and sizzling on him, not letting him get closer to you, when seongji just tried to safe your leg from trap, that definitely was set by people of village to catch him - a monster who terrorized their village (only in their honest opinion)

❁ and honestly, he felt terrible for you, you got in trap that was set for him, and was way too big for you - huge, sharp teeth of the trap bit deep into the skin and meat on your ankle, hampering your movements. also, as seongji noticed, you definitely was close to his species, it was obvious because of your big ears, annoyed fluffy tail, small claws and fangs. he never saw any fox hybrids in this area, so you probably was so lonely all this time, just like him… and you were so cute, hissing at him, trying to play it cool. it was obvious that you were scared, this is a natural reaction to a larger predator. each time seongji tried to get closer to you, you pressed your cute red ears to your head, your fluffy tail started twitching in annoyance! and yet, you were so… small, seongji just knew you didn’t had enough food last few months…

❁ when he finally got you out of the trap - you just passed out when his huge palm tried to cover your eyes, that’s how exhausted and hungry you were - so he brought you to his cave.

❁ days passed as you warmed up to him, opened up to him, became more natural around him, your true self came out - you truly were live proof of why fox hybrids deserve their name of weasels and dodgers. you always clinging to him with your cocky little jokes, having no concept of what personal space is in your pretty little head, your small fangs lightly biting his cheeks or ears, or even his biceps when seongji tries to stop your little games, holding your annoying loud head between the elbow bend and biceps, just to finally had his afternoon nap after another successful hunt.

❁ even though he was enthusiastic when he found you, seongji really wanted to help, and he actually saved you. but when you refused to leave his cave - not like he kicked you out, despite his perpetually grumbling, he liked that you were sneaking around his house here and there - sometimes he was wondering for what sins did you fall on his head… but generally he is happy that he have a company now, at least it’s not so lonely anymore on his mountain.

❁ and everything was wonderful until… your little game with him didn’t start… to feel different. seongji could say that something in him changed too. now you became more clingy and generally more close to him, always nuzzling your cheek under his chin, right above his adam's apple, where was his sensitive spot. each time you pass by him and your tail not so accidentally touched his nose or neck he was rolling his eyes in in ecstasy, immediately turning his head in your direction and sniffing at the strip of sweet smell that was trailing behind you, giving out only a low, rumbling, quiet growl somewhere inside his throat. another problem was that you were very hot. no, not in the sense that seongji thought you were sexy, (that's exactly what he thought), but literally. it was very pleasant to touch you, you were so warm, even hot, and the blood raging in your body gave your cheeks such a sweet blush. it was cute. and he couldn’t help himself really, it was hard, each time leaving his house for hunt, only to get in another fight with any other male that showed up on his territory, or getting a little bit carried away and bringing home more food then needed. Seongji didn't understand why he had become so worked up. now all he can think about is to fight, and somehow his usual instincts were deep down now they’re came back, more feral, wild, bestial. he could sense your presence, your warmth kilometers away, he could sense you.

❁ on the other hand Seongji noticed changes in you as well. yes, you were clingy before, but now it doubled and seemed that you became more vocal… always mumbling, almost purring each time you managed to touch him. and oh, how sensitive you became. each time you start your games again, seongji needed 3 minutes before you whimper from his teeth on your ear, because in your opinion he bit your ear too hard, when in fact he didn’t even put any force on it. Seongji would rather sink through the ground than admit that in fact he likes your games, and what an offended grimace you make when you try to take offense at him, but always coming back.

❁ one day, after another hunt, Seongji returned home, only to be greeted by silence and it was unusual, because you always met him with open arms. making his way deeper into his house, he called you a couple of times, but when he didn't get an answer, he started to worry. he always wondered if other hybrids could sense you miles away as he did? what if his guesses were true, and someone else felt your scent? what if- he had no opportunity to finish his thought when someone abruptly knocked him down and knocked him to the floor. Seongji was caught off guard and now his opponent had an advantage over him from above. just second after, your scent hit his nose, and your hot breath burned his neck, until he felt your body almost on fire.

❁ you looked down at him, pinning him to the floor with your hands on his broad chest and shifting your hips on his abdomen. your cloudy gaze didn’t leave his face, your cheeks were flushed, and tears almost came to your eyes when you whined on top of him "Seongji…. please help me...it's... it's so hot there.... and it hurts…" to say that Seongji was shocked and confused at the same time was to say nothing. he was bursting with overflowing feelings and thoughts. he lived most of his life completely alone, and had no idea what partner actually means. and as he got older, he didn't have a chance to get close to anyone, but he would be lying if he said he hadn't touched himself. just like he’d be lying if he said he’d never fantasized about the two of you. when you moved into the house, he had some sweet thoughts, but Seongji always blushed and waved them away, convincing himself that you were just friends.

❁ and after each thought how he would bend you over nearest surface and pull your tail up after you annoyed him a little too much, he convinced himself that you were just friends. after each wet dream, when he woke up in the middle of the night because of the too realistic images in dreams, where the two of you are gently clinging and nuzzling to each other, the bodies move in unison, and you literally drown in each other, when you reach your peaks, he still convinced himself that you were just friends and he shouldn’t think about you like that.

❁ but when both of you started to change in your behavior, Seongji couldn't stop himself. every day his head was full of sinful thoughts, and your behavior didn't help in any way. and that's what your general silence led to - whining, you pinned him to the floor, desperately fidgeting and looking for more friction, in an attempt to calm the heat below. gently intercepting your hands, Seongji looked into your eyes a little tensely, as if asking if he could sit down. at the same time, he raised himself on his elbows, and sat down uncertainly, now holding you on his lap, slowly releasing your hands. his tail wagged a little and his ears flattened against his head as he bent lower, slowly touching your lips, exploring and tasting you. you deepened the kiss in your impatience, and knocked him to the ground again, biting his lips with your little fangs and digging your claws into his shoulders. in response, he let out a low throaty growl, making you guiltily put your ears to your head and apologetically look into his eyes. sitting down again, he pressed you closer so that you could feel his stone boner through your clothes, and without giving you a chance to squirm and enjoy the friction, Seongji grabbed you by the hips, carrying you to his room.

❁ later that evening he discovered how much your lower back can arch when his hands are on your sides and he's hammering into you from behind. Seongji found out what a sweet voice you can have when he fucked you standing up, so you had to rise on your toes, so he could hit into that sensitive spot inside you. that night, he also zeroed in that your soft, hot walls squeeze him harder if his big palm presses on your tummy, just below the navel. Seongji also liked the feeling when he folded you almost in half, when he held both your legs on his shoulders, denting you into the mattress. but most of all, he remembers the moment when your throbbing walls squeezed him for the last time, when you both lay on your side, hugging each other, and then he could swear that in the dark of the night he could see the little hearts in the depths of your eyes when he came after you, filling you deeply and abundantly, so you almost drooled.

[bubbless-s]

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

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

-ʚɞ warnings: none

-ʚɞ genre: fluff, slightly suggestive/nsfw

-ʚɞ a/n: reader is gn

Masterlist

Gun Park

✧ Spoils you rotten.

✧ Legit buys you whatever you want.

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

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

✧ God forbid someone made you uncomfortable. Instant death.

✧ Dates would include going to fancy restaurants.

✧ Secretly likes getting his hair played with.

✧ You guys would also occasionally shower together.

✧ Really really likes seeing you in his clothes.

✧ Secretly has forehead pictures of you.

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

Jichang Kwak

⭒ You guys have matching pijamas.

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

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

⭒ Loves LOVESSS you holding his pinkie.

⭒ Puts his glasses on you during yk.

⭒ Makes you clean his glasses.

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

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

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

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

⭒ Not ashamed to tie your shoes.

Seongji Yuk

𖦹 He makes you tanghulu candy.

𖦹 Matching wallpapers.does he have a phone?

𖦹 Dates would include building blanket forts together!

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

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

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

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

𖦹 Loves when you put your head on his shoulder.

𖦹 Very very secretly a cuddle bug.

𖦹 Praises you infront of others A LOT.

𖦹 Giggles and smiles only around you.

[sscarletvenus]

one thing about ptj's writing that always leaves a bad taste in my mouth is sometimes i feel he doesn't completely grasp the issues of abuse and sexual trauma, mostly and majorly for the female characters, but the male characters too.

take for example mira getting sexually assaulted by the cult leader and camp instructor, zoe's transaction with logan, club vivi, vin'mom being raped and killed by the shaman, sujin being abused and preyed upon and sexually assaulted before getting beaten to death by taejin... ALL of this feels so catatonic, almost unnecessary in its cruelty. this is a horrible world no doubt. but whatever he inflicts to his female characters seems to be done purely for the sake of shock value, almost like an indelible grief or hurt or helplessness a MALE character has to overcome in his path to nirvana. it is never shown what the woman feels about her own violation, no impact of it can be seen on her own life before she dies or simply forgets and moves on (kinda telling of the author's attitude towards how victims ought to react...).

then lets talk about the male victims. daniel gets stalked, goo and gun and eli were all minors who trained under a man who unironically touches people's genitals and brags about doing so, olly gets raped, eli gets groomed (i will not argue here about this one), sinu is shown naked often with the woman who brainwashed him. not mentioned in the comic but should be pondered upon is the fact that jake and jiho were in juvenile prison, a place with alarmingly high rates of sex crimes. dg is an idol who deals with invasive fans (sasaengs in real life are legitimately terrifying). seongji and vin were the ritual vessels for a cult. but this aspect of their trauma gets completely brushed under the rug, as if even alluding to it would take away from their strength and uhhh, masculine nature.

much to be thought about his treatment of his own characters...

[vinjinssunglasses]

Dating Seongji HCs, please 👀🥹

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character: seongji yuk

summary: him in a relationship w u <33

start 8 sep

end 11 sep

a/n seongji is deffo the hardest character to write. I hope seongji fans enjoy 😭🙏 tysm 4 requesting!!

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ᯓ★ He’s terrible at kissing. While he’s excited to attempt, it often leads to moments where you can barely hold back your laughter. Seongji steadies his hands on your hips as you take on the role of teaching him how to kiss you. As he learns, he begins to experiment by teasingly kissing your cheeks, building up to your lips. His newfound confidence leads him to a new approach — to deliver teasing kisses on your cheeks that lead up to your lips, then a small kiss before fully devouring you when you least expect it.

While you’re doing absolutely anything, he’ll slip up behind you and wrap his arms around you in a tender embrace. His lips then start playfully exploring the crevices of your neck with trailing kisses that make you shiver. As Seongji gently turns your head towards him, the kiss on your lips is passionate yet soft. It’s clear that he’s learning to kiss you in a way that makes each moment feel especially intimate and tailored to you.

ᯓ★ Seongji believes in the red-string theory. A theory that says that no matter where the other may be, the universe has bound you two by invisible red string. The string will always pull you back together, proving that their bound is meant to be by destiny. To him, fate has intertwined you two, making you his other half. The same interests and hobbies, the amount of joy he feels in your presence all contribute to his belief.

Fate has brought you two together, and he couldn’t be happier.

ᯓ★ Seongji loves physical touch, finding any excuse to brush his hand against yours or simply have his arms around you. He treasures the moments at night where you’d bury your face in his chest, finding comfort in the warmth of your smaller figure nestled against him.

╰┈ ★ When you hold Seongji, he could feel his composure melting away. Even a light kiss on the cheek sends his heart fluttering. The warmth of your arms wrapped around his small waist envelops him a state that almost feels like a dream, blurring the lines between reality and fantasy.

ᯓ★ He’s completely love-struck — loving the way your eyes draw him in, leaving him unable to take his eyes off your lips when you speak. His favouritism towards you becomes even more apparent when he gently squishes your cheeks, softly chuckling at your playfully annoyed resction.

ᯓ★ When he thinks you’re asleep, Seongji whispers sweet little nothings while weaving his fingers through your hair, as if savouring the softness of each strand. Every so often, he presses soft kisses from your cheeks to your forehead, each one like a gentle whisper on your skin.

ᯓ★ On a tranquil, quiet night, Seongji invites you to go stargazing. It’s the perfect time of the month when the moon is in its full glory, casting its silvery light over the landscape. The solar-yellow stars are like beacons of hope for all the lost in the world, and Seongji clings to their light.

╰┈ ★ From time to time, your fingertips brush against each other, the simple touch making Seongji’s heart flutter. The contact is gentle, like a whisk against the skin, yet it leaves a warmth that lingers between the two of you. You glance up, your eyes meeting his with a mix of surprise and anticipation. Seongji is at a loss for words and flustered, quickly averting his gaze.

This night is meant to be special; he yearns to tell you how much you mean to him, but he can barely let the words roll off his tongue. Ever so often, he can’t help but steal a glance at your expression, completely mesmerised by stars. The comforting silence between you is filled with the whoosh of the leaves against the warm wind and the distant hum of natures nightly creatures.

If only you could look at him that way.

“[reader],” He mumbles under his breathe, and you turn your head to face him. Seongjis overthinking mind spun with possibilities, each one worst than the last.

“Yeah..?” You softly whisper, noticing him fidgeting with his fingers and the way his eyes darted to everything other than you. “Is there something you have to tell me? You don’t have to-“

“Be my girlfriend. Kiss.. Kiss me.” A bead of sweat drips down his forehead as he struggles to find the words to correct himself. They begin to stumble one over the other, becoming unintelligible. Upset with himself, he decides it’s better to give up, and just hope for the best.

You simply giggled and threw yourself into his arms, kissing him all over. Seongji smiled and held you tight; then placed a tender kiss on your lips. (and that’s when you realise he has a long way to go)

ᯓ★ Loves when you kiss his fingers. As your lips brush over his palm to the tip of his 6th finger, he can feel his resolve slowly crumbling. Your gentle reassurance, telling him how attractive it is, relaxes his body and he can’t help but smile. Every time you remind him he’s not a monster, and just as human as everybody else, a tear rolls down his cheek. And he’s so glad to have you to wipe it away.

ᯓ★ He loves calling you pet names. Baby, sweetie, darling — all of the like. When you’re cuddling at night, snuggled against his warm chest, he’ll softly mumble a “goodnight baby,” as he kisses your forehead. His sluggish and weary voice causes your stomach to flutter with butterflies. After he’s made his 3rd batch of tanghulu, he’ll sneak up from behind you and surprise you by nestling his head in the crook of your neck, while his hands draw to your hips like a magnet. You loose your ability to even get angry when he coos “sweetheart” so lovingly into your ear.

ᯓ★ Seongji is always there for you. At your lowest, he never hesitates to be there for you. He gently brushes the hair away from your face as he whispers reassuring words softly into your ears, offering a sense of calm amidst the chaos.

ᯓ★ He’s afraid of being a bother, so he pulls away with no warning. Without the warmth in the mornings, it fills you with a profound sense of loneliness. No matter how much you try to adjust, you can never replace the comfort of his closeness. You can’t help but miss when he wouldn’t let you leave bed in the mornings without a cuddle session, when he’d cuddle and kiss you so often.

Until you finally mustered the courage to confront him, you felt his entire body practically melting in your arms. Seongji felt so pathetic, and so, so vulnerable as you ruffled your hands through his hair while you curled your arms helplessly around him. The lingering aftertaste of tanghulu from the tender, languid kiss that you desperately clung onto made a heartfelt smile curl onto your lips.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Seongji Yuk x Reader: Tanghulu

G/N. Sweet, so tooth rottingly sweet. Childhood friends to... 🤷🏻‍♀️

Syrup glaze on sun ripened fruits. Sugar on sugar. A concoction that can only be dreamt of by children.

"Want one?" You thrust the treat, a row of skewered candied strawberries, into the Offering's palm.

Six fingers grip around the wooden stick. Brings it up to his nose, giving it a cautious sniff, before tugging a piece of fruit into his mouth with his canines.

"Good, right? They're my favourite."

He chews once then pulls a face as the crunchy sweetness bursts onto his tongue. "Too sweet."

.

.

Everyone knows who the offering, the sacrifice is, but few know his name.

Seongji Yuk.

Not monster, or freak, or whatever the cruel children and adults call out to him.

You only know him as Seongji, rough around the edges but sweet (deep down) like the tanghulu you love.

He knows you as the first person that showed him kindness, friendship in the form of syrupy fruits, without wanting anything in return.

.

.

Seongji finds solace and freedom on the mountain, peace away from the Child God, grows tall and muscular and impossibly strong.

…Acquires a taste for tanghulu.

Tells the few that ask that he thinks they will be a trend soon. He's just getting ahead of the curve.

But the truth is: he knows that your taste has never changed.

You pluck the fresh tanghulu from his grip. He grumbles as he always does, and tosses an unimpressed look your way.

Yet his grip had already slackened. Doesn't think about your fingers brushing his. How he chooses your favourite fruits, prepares it the way you like, mastered it over the years, again and again and again.

"You're the best!"  You tell him, skewer poking out between your lips.

Seongji smiles, small but sweet. Like the tanghulu you love, made just for you.

[nepentheseeker]

if I had nickel for everytime a sweet angel character in Lookism Killed themselves, I would have 2 nickels which isn't a lot

BUT IT'S SO FUCKING SAD THAT IT HAPPENED TWICE

[yerenicq]

imagine giving seongji kisses on his fingers. kissing each one of his digits, making him feel flustered cause no one has ever done that before.

complimenting, cherishing his extra fingers and toes, telling him that he's not a monster, he never was, and he's just a normal boy. letting him relive his lost years through your relationship, allowing him to act like a normal, 19 year old man should be.

squeezing his hand in yours, making sure that he knows that you're his and at the same time, he's yours.

[lotus-n-l0ve]

I definitely don't have a typ—

[slowd1ving]

Hi! I love your lookism fics, I would love to see your take on Seongji Yuk x gn reader. Something sweet and simple would be great!

I see that you like using science metaphors and im curious to how many can you use in one fic. I’m a complete chemistry nerd 🤓 😂

THE MUNDANE . 　⁺ ✦ SEONGJI YUK

In which an amateur stargazer finds that no, they do not teach biology in Cheonliang, and yes, gravity does in fact affect everything with mass. woah... gravitational fields.... woah inverse square law... woah, G.... ik you probably wanted more chemistry but I couldn't resist the physics gnawing away/// arghhh pairing: seongji yuk + gn reader warnings: prejudice (quite literally lookism) wc: 1.3k

LOOKISM MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST ・゜・NAVIGATION

There’s a monster living in the Cheonliang mountains. 

A flutter of cloying kindness greets you when you first pull up to the rural village: tires burning on summer asphalt, senseless droning of cicadas, and warm rain seeping through your thin clothes. No rhyme or reason as to why you decided on this particular village to stop by; though, the rhyme might just be the hiccuping couplet of your pulse. Specifically, this pair of beats as your motorcycle drives past the tunnel; heavy, like two black holes encountering each other for the first time. Spinning, spinning. As the wheels on your bike do, naturally. 

Six fingers and toes, he’s cursed by the gods! Hark, my children—

Newton’s theory of gravitation dictates any particle with matter attracts any other with a force inversely proportional to the square of the distance between them. This is the inverse square law. It’s used for practical and theoretical applications, but it’s pretty useful when considering why people are drawn to something when they are close to it. Emotionally, physically, empathetically. Psychologically. See, once one begins to increase the proximity of two souls, there is a certain degree of attraction that occurs consequently. 

Pray should you ever encounter this one, for he is but a merciless, mad beast.

It’s a stagnated hum that twines through the fields. Little kids begin the verse, and their elders finish it while you leisurely drive past. Over and over. They play hopscotch to the rhythm in their secluded playgrounds, clap their small hands to the beat, and seem to have no eerie feelings behind their bright smiles. A distorted tale, wound through with the modest price of one person’s dignity. There’s a basis for every tale, after all—bitterly warped to suit the storyteller’s perspective. 

Do not pity the one abandoned by all. 

Thus, when you begin the winding slopes through the fields and up around the mountains, it reduces the distance between you and the epicentre. You trust your gut. You believe (mostly) that what compels you to park your motorcycle on this particular trail is no madness, but rather a tangible, logical reason. A scientific one, if you will. You’re a mass, the monster of Cheonliang certainly is a mass—thus gravity objectively binds you both. 

It’s not entirely implausible to suggest the rumours entice you as much as anything, but the heavy telescope bound to your vehicle is as good a reason as any to stop by this eve. And that: the buzz in your very cells, that seem to divide simply to tug you in the direction of the sprawled forest. Stargazing in Cheonliang it is, then. 

Despite your idle curiosity, you don’t go looking: quietly setting up your equipment in a clearing where the breeze flows cleanly, like fragile forgiveness in a peaceful room. It’s a saccharine solitude—as sweet as tanghulu when you close your eyes. 

“It’s dangerous.” Those are the first words you hear in this village that aren’t blighted by eerie insinuation. Here, where the mountain is solitary and sepulchral, that is the only time you find someone who isn’t the real monster in this mired town. Human, flesh and blood and warm. 

“Isn’t everything?” You peer through the eyepiece experimentally, focusing on the calm tide in his voice—

“No need t’be a smartass.” His cadence becomes slightly rougher as you hear a dull thump; by the movement of syllables, you’d judge he just leaned against a tree. “Was a piece of friendly advice.”

Hmm. You look away from the sky that’s somehow cleared up—miserable grey giving way to faint periwinkle, then atrament smattered with incandescent freckles—then at the stranger peering right back at you. 

“What should I be wary of, then?” There’s a relaxed sort of ease in your body, one you’re unfamiliar with. 

He stares at you askance, as though you’re an idiot. 

“Strangers,” he answers brusquely, pointing at himself. “Haven’t you heard the rumours about this place?”

“Oh.” You turn back to the equipment, leaning down to bring the height of the scope up comfortably. Stars, you think dreamily. “That stupid song? Here I thought you’d say boars or something.”

“Stupid song?” he echoes. “And you still went up?”

Six digits on his left hand as it sways downwards, six on the right hand nestled in his pocket. He’s tall, so much so that anyone would feel intimidated staring up at the guy. Close—he’s close by, which is perhaps why you gravitate towards him. Two masses, feeling greater force with greater proximity. This was the epicentre that drew you here. 

“Is biology class illegal here or something?” you counter incredulously. “Do I need to pay attention to fear mongering?”

“No,” he murmurs thoughtfully. “I guess you don’t.”

It’s strange. Your first encounter with Seongji Yuk can only be classified as abnormal. Gazing at the massive bodies scattered across the heavens, it’s perhaps common sense that the man next to you interests you as much as those heavenly giants. He’s closer, after all—kneeling down beside you so he can peek up at stars just as large as him. 

Maybe it’s fate. Maybe it’s simply science that ties the two of you together. He gives you his name, you offer yours in return. Seongji Yuk. Lying in the grass with damp seeping into your shirt, you ramble about astrophysics, while he carefully coats fruits in molten sugar. Shards as sharp as the words at the base of the mountain, though far sweeter. 

He’s cautious—you can feel his eyes on you as you sit on his wooden steps. In fact, his eyes trail after you when dawn breaks and it’s time to move on to your original destination. 

“I’ll come visit,” you vow, for the cycle of orbit has already begun. Two masses have drawn closer to each other, and naturally begin the spin round their counterpart. 

“No one told you about stranger danger?” You’re too damn trusting: haloed in ditzy stars, the type in cartoons when characters hit their heads. Except it’s permanent, and you don’t look stupid, but rather awash in their glow. 

“Everything’s dangerous,” you evade sheepishly, and that’s that. 

Summer comes and goes, but it’s fine not bringing your telescope in the chill of autumn. After all, you’ve found something equally as captivating to stare at. Inky eyes, dotted with such a shine that it looks like a star’s emerged rather than a pupil. 

It’s as if the year is put into distillation—monthly visits condensing into fortnightly ones, then weekly ones, before you’re driving the hour down to this place every few days. He’s made you a little space in his house: one where you can snooze on a spare futon with little worry for safety. For there’s no place more secure in a ‘monster’ lair than by the side of a so-called ‘monster’. 

“Quit staring,” he warns, matter-of-factly while the axe collides with the wood on the stump—cleaved neatly in two, almost too cleanly. 

“You’re pretty, I just can’t help it,” you sigh, leaning back on the creaky porch. There’s a book by your side: a thick text filled with particles and numbing quanta. 

You’re strange. He’s had this thought for a while, but especially today. In fact, you may be more supernatural than he, for each time you say such things, his heart skips one or two beats. Like clockwork, the mechanical nature of your spell is guaranteed: mouth going somewhat dry, ears seeping with a faint crimson, eyebrows creasing minutely. 

Why? 

“Have you seen yourself?” you counter incredulously, and that is when he realises he did not keep his thoughts silent. “You’ve literally got stars in your eyes, man. You….”

Ah. It’s moments like these where he feels so utterly ordinary; listening to you ramble on about things he doesn’t particularly understand, just like anyone else his age. 

It’s nice being bound to someone like this: close to another, experiencing the gravity that draws two people together for himself. 

Science is a perfectly plausible thing to believe in, after all. 

[moonbyulsstuff]

hello could you do a Jaegyeon Na who is in love with female!reader who is Seongji's ex girlfriend, she sometimes seems to still believe that Seongji is alive and as soon as she remembers his death she gets depressed, and she is a mother figure to VinJin and Mary

I'll Be Here...

Female Reader.

Requested.

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"Jaegyeon.." He turned around and looked at Taesoo, all Kings were gathered here today in Cheonliang to honor the memory of Seongji Yuk. Jaegyeon tilted his head. "What?" Jaegyeon asked, adjusting his stance while staring at the Ansan King. "About Seongji... are you still taking care of his girl?" Taesoo said which caused the air between the two to froze and thicken at the tension.

Almost in the Kings knew that Jaegyeon had almost been taking care of [Name] ever since the news that Seongji killed himself.

It took a toll on her and she was never the same after his death, basically shutting herself out of the world and moved out of Cheonliang after Jaegyeon gave her an offer that she can stay at his place.

And was inspired by Vin Jin and Mary who wanted to get out of Cheonliang as they were sick of the place.

"Yeah.." Jaegyeon said as he looked over the view of the town, Taesoo chuckled. "You're a total simp." He teased as Jaegyeon looked at him with a glare on his face, Taesoo smacked his back. "You know she's still in love with Seongji, so why did you bother?" Taesoo asked which made the blonde go quiet at his question.

It was true, he knew [Name] was still in love with Seongji and hoping that he was still alive someday.

But he can't help it, he's absolutely smitten with her. The moment when he first saw [Name], Jaegyeon fell in love at first sight but he backed off when he find out she was Seongji girlfriend.

And he was more of a idiot to quickly offer her to stay at his place with the hopes that maybe she'll fall in love with him, but that was an idiots wish.

What did he think was going to happen? [Name] loved Seongji dearly, more than anything. And days, weeks, months and years go by. Jaegyeon can still see in her eyes is still in love with Seongji.

But he can't pull away, he can't leave her alone. Even if his heart will ache and break, he'll still offer his comfort to her anytime.

"[Name]... I brought food..." Jaegyeon called out as he arrived back at his apartment, he saw [Name] sitting by the couch watching the TV with red eyes and red nose. He knew that she was probably crying before he arrived.

He sighed and walked up to her, sitting down beside her, putting the bag of takeout in the coffee table. They sat in silence as they watched the TV, Jaegyeon averted his eyes at her.

"Have you eaten yet?" "No..." Her voice was raspy and meek, he took the takeout and opened the box and handed her the takeout. "Your favorite..." [Name] looked at the food he was offering, she gingerly took the box and began to eat it slowly.

They sat in silence once more, only the sound of the TV and [Name] chewing her food. Jaegyeon began to think more of Taesoo question, he was right. Why did he do it when he knows there's no place at [Name] heart anymore? Why does he bother when he's only getting to get his heart broken? He took a glance at her, her red face, swollen eyes, everything about her just made him melt and break at the same time.

He never felt this way about anyone ever and he didn't want to let it go at the same time, Jaegyeon wanted to be the man that [Name] lean to. Find comfort in, even if he wasn't the one in her heart.

Jaegyeon would rather see her be happy than be sad, he would let his heart be broken over and over again just to see her smile.

"Jaegyeon..." [Name] called out, as she put the takeout back in the coffee table. The box was empty, he hummed and looked at her. "What is it?" He asked, leaning against his couch.

"Why... why did you let me stay with you..?" She asked, looking at him with those eyes, he gulped and sighed. He didn't want to let her know the truth, but he knows she deserve the truth at the same time. Jaegyeon didn't want to let her think that he was taking advantage of her vulnerable state to make her fall in love with him.

He didn't want to let her think that way.

Jaegyeon chuckled, ruffling her face with a smile. "Because you're the partner of my dear old friend.." Jaegyeon said, [Name] tilted her head while staring at him. "I know he'd rather see you be happy than moping around, so. I'll make you, you'll always have a smile on your face."

[Name] looked thankful for Jaegyeon which made her smile, his heart softened seeing her smile once more. "I... I appreciate that... really..." [Name] said, Jaegyeon smiled as he ruffled her hair once more.

"No problem, I know this is what he would have wanted... so, I'll always be here for you..." She chuckled and looked back at the TV as his gaze lingered on her.

'If only you knew, how much I love you...'

[koiiiji]

lookism x reader. between takes

summary ; lookism actually is a series, and all guys are just actors, same as you, so you happen to meet with them backstage.

starring ; seongji, jungoo, jongun, gimyong

SEONGJI x demon!reader

the bustling film set was alive with energy. you were taking a break from your role, when you spotted Seongji Yook across the lot. his team was filming scenes for “lookism,” in the mountains of cheongliang too. you couldn't help but smile at the sight of your friend. Seongji noticed you and waved, making his way over with a grin. “nice horns. going for a new look?”

you laughed, adjusting your tail. “just trying something different. how’s the day going on your end?” he shrugged, glancing at his hands and feet. “i feel kinda weird with this,” he said, gesturing to the fake extra finger on each hand and foot.

“really?” you asked ironically, pointing at your demoniacal makeup, horns on your forehead and the tail behind you. “i think we’re both quite the spectacle here”

as you both found a quiet spot to sit, the conversation flowed easily. you talked about your roles, shared behind-the-scenes stories, and teased each other about your costumes.

“you make a pretty convincing demon,” Seongji said, his tone teasing yet sincere. “i’d say you’re stealing the show.”

“thanks, but i think you’re the real star,” you replied, meeting his gaze. “i saw you on set, your scenes have been incredible, your appearance in “lookism” will blow the whole show.”

there was a comfortable silence, the kind only shared between good friends. yet beneath it, there was an unspoken tension, that nobody dared to speak about. Seongji leaned back, watching the crew set up for the next scene. “you know, i’ve always admired how dedicated you are to your roles.”

your heart skipped a beat, his words feeling more personal than casual. “thank you, Seongji, i really appreciate it!”

and before you knew it, the break was over, and you both had to return to your sets. as you stood, Seongji hesitated for a moment. “hey, maybe we could grab dinner after filming wraps up?”

the invitation hung in the air, filled with possibilities. “i’d like that,” you replied, trying to contain your excitement.

with a shared smile, you parted ways, the encounter leaving you with a sense of anticipation.

JUNGOO x pirate!reader

cozy coffee shop was bustling with the morning crowd. you felt a bit out of place in your full pirate costume — with oversized shirt, high knee boots and tight corset, complete with a big hat adorned with feathers and all small accessories everywhere. your team took a break from filming, you all needed a caffeine boost. as you waited for your order, the door chimed, and in walked Jungoo Kim. you heard that his team filming “lookism” somewhere near your location. his costume torn in some spots and covered in fake blood, his skin in bruises from a fight scene and hair is messy. despite his rough appearance, he carried himself with his usual charismatic confidence.

your eyes met briefly, and you both did a double take. you recognized him instantly — you kinda were his fan, he is an actor you secretly admired and respected.

he recognized you as well, approaching with a playful grin, trying to play it cool. “ahoy there, captain,” he called out with a playful grin as he sauntered over. “looking for treasure, or have you already stolen it with that outfit?”

you laughed, tipping your hat. “just trying to keep myself and the crew in line.” you smiled, waving your head to the side where your set colleagues were sitting, feeling your cheeks warm. “and what about you, mister criminal? fighting off enemies before breakfast?”

Jungoo smirked, leaning in conspiratorially. “thought i’d see if the rumors were true about a captivating pirate queen causing a stir. seems they were right.”

you leaned back on the counter, smiling conspiratorially at him, playing along with his little performance, “ah, so you're not here by chance, and it's you the one who are looking for treasure here” you smiled teasingly, lifting your chin, the feathers on your hat trembled slightly.

“well, you caught me,” he chuckled, eyes twinkling. “i do have a knack for looking for treasures. maybe i should join your crew — think you could handle the competition?”

“only if you promise not to steal my spotlight,” you bantered back, imagining him in a tricorn hat and boots.

Jungoo leaned closer, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. “i promise to keep the spotlight firmly on you. though, i might steal a dance from the captain.”

the playful exchange left you smiling, and you found yourself enjoying his company more than expected.

“i have to admit, i’ve been a fan of your work for a while,” he confessed, suddenly trying to sound nonchalant. “your performances are always captivating.”

surprised and flattered, you replied, “really? i’ve been following your career too. your fight scenes with sword are legendary.”

but as the director burst into the cafe and barked at everyone, urging them to return to set to start filming, Jungoo offered you a wink. “break a leg, captain. i’ll be here to catch you if you fall.”

with a wave, you returned to your role, feeling a bit more buoyant from the encounter.

JONGUN x black swan!reader

film studio was a maze of sets and props, buzzing with activity. you were navigating the corridors, adjusting to the thick black eye lenses you wore for your role as the black swan in upcoming film. they made everything difficult to see, but the effect was stunning on camera.

as you carefully made your way to the break room, you suddenly collided with someone. the impact, unexpected and strong, caused you to lose your balance and fall.

“whoa!” a deep voice exclaimed. you found yourself looking up at Park Jongun, who was also wearing the same intense black lenses for his role on the neighbor set.

“i’m so sorry!” you said, embarrassed as you tried to regain your footing. Jongun quickly helped you up, grabbing your wrist, pulling. you to his broad chesr, a little harder then he should have. his grip steady. “no, it’s my fault. these lenses make it hard to see anything.”

“tell me about it. i’ve been bumping into everything.” you laughed softly, brushing yourself off. he glanced at your costume, noticing the contrast between your delicate ballerina attire and his all bruised and blooded body makeup. “looks like we’re playing quite opposite roles.” he said, finally losing his grip and letting you go.

“yeah,” you admitted, feeling a bit self-conscious. “i had to lose a lot of weight for this role, so i’m not exactly steady on my feet.”

Jongun offered you a charm smile. “you look incredible, though. very convincing as a ballerina.”

“thanks,” you replied, appreciating his kindness. “i’m guessing you’re the tough guy in your film?”

he nodded, a hint of pride and amusement in his voice. “yeah, shiro oni, always ready for few crazy fights. but i promise i’m not as scary in real life.”

as you continued talking, you found Jongun to be easygoing and surprisingly funny. you shared stories about your roles and the challenges of filming with these horrible jet black lenses.

“next time, we should get a guide dog,” he joked, making you laugh.

“or maybe just a cane,” you suggested, enjoying the lighthearted banter.

eventually, it was time to return to your respective sets. “it was nice bumping into you — literally. let’s try to meet again when we can actually see each other.” Jongun smiled dazzlingly again, gently clasping your wrist, and leaving a light, soft kiss your knuckles.

“deal?” he asked with a charm grin, while you stand there smiling shyly, feeling a newfound connection.

“i’d like that,” you replied, feeling grateful for the unexpected encounter. with a wave, you both headed back to work, the meeting leaving you with a smile and the possibility of a new connection.

GIMYONG x targaryen princess!reader

sun was beginning to set over the bustling film set near the sea, casting a warm glow on the neighboring sets of two popular series. one set belonged to the fantasy series where you played a targaryen princess, and the other to the hit show "lookism," where Gimyong had one of the main roles.

he had often glanced toward your set during breaks, intrigued by the regal world of dragons and thrones. he'd heard about y&u from mutual crew members and quietly admired you from afar.

but today, fate seemed to favor him. a scheduling overlap meant both productions were on a break simultaneously. seizing the opportunity, Gimyong wandered over, pretending to be curious about the elaborate set design.

as you stepped outside, still in your flowing, black gown embroidered with red and gold threads, depicting scales, tails and heads of dragons on the sleeves and collar. you saw Gimyong standing nearby, looking somewhat out of place in his black coat. classic black trousers, white shirt and loafers amidst the medieval backdrop.

“hey, aren't you from "lookism?"” you asked, recognizing him from the posters plastered around the studio. he abruptly pulled his hand away from the blue weird machine that soon will be turned into your dragon with computers cgi effects help. he beamed at you, intensively nodding. he was a bit surprised but pleased you knew of him. “yeah, i'm Gimyong. i've been curious about your set for a while. it's got quite the atmosphere.”

you smiled, appreciating his interest. “it's definitely a different world over here. i'm [y/n], by the way.”

“it's nice to finally meet you,”he said, but paused himself for a moment, glancing back at weird blue platform. he noticed once, that your team usually shoot scenes of flying on dragon's back on this thing. brilliant pick up line immediately was born in his head.

“sooo that’s supposed to be your dragon on screen, right?” he grinned, swinging onto the platform from behind, trying to play it cool, but it came out a little awkward, as you can see he is clearly nervous. you giggled softly, but decided to play along, already understanding what he was leading to.

“yes, his name is Vermithor, really huge dragon.” you elegantly covered your mouth with your hand, trying to hide a shameless smile, at Gimyong’s attempt to flirt.

“you know, im kinda dragon myself, being the son of a golden dragon… so how about safe the dragon and ride-” you couldn't let him finish the sentence, bursting into laughter from his pickup line and such a self-confident face. Gimyong was truly humongous man.

in fact, he was not confused or upset by your laughter, because in the end he amused you. his light laugh joined yours and he was happy that he made you laugh.

“no, but seriously, i’ve heard great things about your performance.”

“thank you! it’s been a dream role for me,” you replied warmly, your genuine smile still playing on your lips. “i’ve seen a few episodes of lookism — i absolutely in love with it! your character is such a gentleman.” you exclaimed admiringly, remembering all the scenes where Gimyong was filming with his 'mother', and how cheerful his character was, representing a wonderful leader.

as you talked, the conversation flowed naturally, and Gimyong felt his initial nervousness fading away. he found himself captivated not just by your talent, but by your genuine enthusiasm and kindness.

“maybe you could give me a tour of your set sometime?” Gimyong suggested, hoping to extend the conversation — and his time with you.

“i’d love that,” you replied, intrigued by the idea. “and maybe i could visit yours. i’ve always been curious about how you bring such a cool fightings to life.”

with a shared promise to explore each other’s worlds, Gimyong returned to his set with a newfound excitement. meeting you had been even better than he imagined, and he couldn't wait when you will visit his set, to show off in front of you with his skills and muscles.

[rinanar]

FORGETFUL ! ONESHOT

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character/s : 1st gen kings

type : oneshot — angst — NOT X READER

warning/s - details : death , suicide , (and gut wrenching angst I think)

a/n : chat am I cooked?🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥

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They all somehow forget that Seongji is gone.

Every time they want to drink, talk, anything— they mention inviting Seongji. Every time they're together, they'll think; "Huh, where's he?"

Then when they realize that he's gone, they go silent. It happens over and over again.

They just can't get him out of their minds. They don't know why. It's like Seongji is haunting them.

He's the reason why they're together, even until now.

It hurts them when they think that Seongji will get upset if they cut each other off because there's no reason for them to act buddy buddy with each other.

Whenever they see another person with an abnormal condition, they'll be like "Oh, Seongji also has something like that. It isn't that impressive."

They'll look at anything and somehow connect it to Seongji.

They're so nonchalant about it too. It doesn't show on their face that they care about him, that the gathering was just reluctant and it wasn't for Seongji, but they can't keep their eyes from stinging.

Their head hurts, they're starting to forget what Seongji's voice sounded like. Was it soft? Was it a little hoarse like when his sixth finger was cut off from that incident? Was his voice weak?

They wished they recorded all their conversation with him.

He was the sole reason why all of them were together. Seongji wants to tell them that he's happy he has the privilege to proudly tell others that he has friends.

It's not like anyone expected him to kill himself out of guilt. It wasn't his fault. Nothing happened.

But they didn't know that.

They wished they knew the reason why.

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a/n : UGHHHHH IM CRYING SEONGJI COME BACK PLZ

[sscarletvenus]

the four horsemen of lookism :

sacrificial little lamb most likely to be slaughtered

the curse of godhood

unrequited psychosexual obsession

patricide

[yours-lovingly-cho]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐨꒷꒦꒷

Your two pretty boy besties ;) female fighter reader ; au; thoughts + fic-ish or whatever it is called; grammar errors(?); apologises for any mischaracterisation; I'm not the best at crack im sorrii 😔; happy ending for seongji cuz why not 😤

Masterlist!

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

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

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

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

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

✒Quite like a sound body with a feral mind

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

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

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

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

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

✒His palm is almost always on his face

" Why'd you do that? "

" Do what? "

" Y'know what " Seongji's eyes narrow

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

" .... "

" .... "

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

"was probably cuz he ingested some real spice "

" ...... What the- "

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

" It was just a silly little accident"

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

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

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

You & your silly sheningangs really...

[✿]

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

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

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

A subject of interest indeed.

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

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

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

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

[✿]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[✿]

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

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

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

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

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

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

He only pouts in response, muttering something under his breath

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

[✿]

Ever since the burial of that old geezer, you & Jae convinced Seon to come to the city.

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

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

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

He's quiet.

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

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

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

" Why not? "

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

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

" I can't " he mutters

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

" ..... "

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[wannaeatramyeon]

Seongji Yuk x Reader: Treats

G/N. Meeting Seongji for the first time.

"Your teeth are gonna fall out."

The monster of the mountain looks at you, face blank though eyes amused, tanghulu hanging from his mouth.

You've seen him enough times to know there's not much monstrous about him, apart from his overwhelming sweet tooth.

Rumours of this monster were grossly exaggerated.

Maybe you should have had more self preservation than to wander the mountainside when such tales persist. Yet when you found out the monster was a mere man, a mere boy close to your age, who seemed to have a penchant for sugary, syrup covered fruit-

You realised the only thing to fear was cavities and tooth decay.

Still. It helps to have someone with such a reputation on your side, you decide, as you toss over a pack of fruit gummies.

A hand shoots out and swiftly catches it.

(Six. You swore you saw six fingers on that hand.)

"Thought you might like these," you shrug as he gives you an odd look, "See ya!"

.

.

After the fifth pack of candies you threw at him, the guilt sets in.

You make your way through now familiar half hidden paths, searching for the monster.

He's there. Sitting in front of his giant wok, surrounded by freshly made tanghulu. Scents of sugar and caramel fill the air.

"You're here again," The words are spoken so quietly you almost missed them. His voice is softer than you expected.

"I bought you more things," you hold out a small plastic bag. He gives you the same look each time. 

"Open it," you encourage, shoving it more forcefully in his direction.

With little trust - which is somewhat unfair, you think, considering all the treats he has received from you - he takes the bag.

(Six. You know you saw six fingers on that hand.)

He opens it, peers in, face clouded with caution. Then-

Eyebrows shooting into his hairline, eyes widening almost comically, mouth forming an 'o'-

The tension breaks and he chuckles.

"It's one thing if all the tanghulu you eat rots your teeth, that's your own fault," You rub the back of your head self-consciously as he pulls out more fruit candies, as well as a new toothbrush, toothpaste, floss, mouthwash one after the other. "But if it's because of me then..."

"You're strange," he says, staring at you like you're a puzzle he can't quite figure out.

His words have no bite.

.

.

"Seongji Yuk," he eventually provides his name with reluctance. In exchange, you provide the rest of the banchan and rice to accompany his homemade kimchi.

(Your single braincell stopped functioning the first time you realised he does in fact eat something besides sugar.

It's endearing, this supposed 'monster' making his own tanghulu, making his own kimchi.

You kept comparing his recipe with your own before eventually he asked you to leave out of exasperation.)

"Well Seongji, your kimchi needs more saeujeot," It's not bad, it's just missing something.

"You don't have to eat it," he grumbles, swallowing down an extra big mouthful.

.

.

"So..."  You stall, elongating the word, letting it drift into the night. You don't really know Seongji well, hell you don't know him at all. Maybe it would be intrusive to ask.

You hear a rustling beside you. "So what?"

"So… you live on this mountain?"

"I do."

"Huh." You gaze out at the stars. It's a pretty peaceful existence, or it would be if not for Cheonliang. "On your own?"

"Yes."

"Do you ever get lonely?"

A beat. Then - "No."

Oh.

You turn to him and see his face blank but eyes amused. Messy hair and high cheekbones highlighted by the fire.

"Well I can visit you if I get lonely then."

There's a huff of laughter. Seongji knows he can't stop you anyway. He turns back toward the vast inky sky. Takes in the scattered stars. Feels the heat from the flames, a heat that settles into his cheeks.

A smile dances on his lips when he tells you "Okay."

[keryaes]

No like compared to the other kings, jaegyeon himself mentioned that he goes and visits seongji a lot. So they're definitely closer than the rest. Also jaegyeon probably visits a good amount of time to know where seongjis kitchen utensils are and where he stores his food.. But like maybe he just asked the kids.. But i highly doubt it since he probably shared a few meals w seongji during his stays