#yamazaki gun

[koiiiji]

touch starved

author's note ; highly inspired by latest ptj tt with alarms. first art cr. to loveissiwan on X.

Jonggun doesn’t ask for hugs. he doesn’t initiate warmth. and he definitely doesn’t admit to wanting it.

to most people, he’s all sharp angles and cold control — distant, untouchable. that’s how he likes it too. how he’s always been. people respect fear and power. and Jonggun is very good at giving them reasons to keep their distance.

raised on fists and discipline, taught that strength meant survival, he was trained to fight — not to feel. touch, in Yamazaki world, had always meant something else. a punch. a blow. a warning. nothing comforting ever came from it. so somewhere along the way, his body just stopped expecting softness altogether.

no one really hugged Jonggun growing up. no one ruffled his hair or held him helping hand. what he got instead were commands, missions, the expectations to be perfect weapon and leader. without any hesitations. emotions were inefficient. touch was a liability.

so now, when something warm and human stirs in his chest, he doesn’t quite know what to do with it.

Jonggun doesn’t want to fight you. that’s the first thing he understands.

he doesn’t want to intimidate, doesn’t want to keep you at arm’s length like he does with everyone else. but affection? that’s foreign territory. too soft. too vulnerable. too un-Jonggun.

so he does what he can.

he flicks your forehead when you're distracted. he pokes your side when you don’t respond to him. he pinches your cheek when you ignore his presence — subtle little things, rough around the edges. never quite a real touch, never too serious. just enough to feel you.

it looks like teasing on the outside. it’s easy to mistake it for annoyance actually.

but it’s the only way Jonggun knows how to ask for touches.

because he knows that you will always brush his hand away in annoyance. or slap his forearm in playful manner if he bother you too much. a fleeting touch of fingers. the slightest touch. such a small thing Jonggun can forgive himself for, but still wanting more.

because hugging you? that would be crossing a line he doesn’t know how to return from. asking for closeness would mean admitting he wants it — needs it — and that’s too exposed, too raw. he doesn’t have the language for it.

so he lingers instead. he sits a little closer than necessary. lets his shoulder brush yours. stands behind you quietly, watching, protecting even.

and if he ever tickles you — which he does more than he’d admit — it’s because laughter feels safer than silence. because if you’re laughing, you’re not questioning his motives. you're not asking him what he really wants. and you're not pulling away.

he doesn’t touch people if its not fight. but with you, he finds his own excuses.

Jonggun not trying to be cruel or confusing — it’s just all he knows.

so no, Park Jonggun never ask for hugs.

but sometimes, when he flicks your ear or pulls you into a half-hearted scuffle that feels more like a game than a fight — maybe he’s asking anyway. in the only way he knows how.

[amphitriteswife]

Savior

Source: lookism chapter 526

Pairing: child Jonggun x Child reader

Warnings: forced child marriage, bad home situation.

Genre: angst

Note: sorry that it’s so long😭 and i might make a pt2

Do not read if you’re uncomfortable with any of these themes

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‘Hi. We’re engaged by the way.’ Meeting you for the first time was quite the experience. Jonggun himself often found himself thinking as to why he was engaged in the first place, and why it was with you. Most of the time you didn’t have any filter and simply only did things for your own amusement, he had never been to your estate before in northern Japan. At first he thought you were annoying and sassy, but over time you became the only person to actually reach out to spent time for him. Not because he needed to do something but simply because you wanted to see him. Jonggun found himself enjoying your company, in a way you reminded him of Haruto. He felt like he could say anything without getting punished for it. With you he could feel a sense of freedom, even if it was just a little. You had been wanting to reach out or pay a visit after it had been revealed that some of the smaller clans had been wanting to overthrow Shingen, but Jonggun had advised you to stay put for a while and wait until he reached out first. So you had been waiting..and waiting…

‘They want to kill me.’ You had waited for a signal from Jonggun, but seeing him in a state of panic and desperation wasn’t something you’d thought you’ll see. ‘What are you talking about?’ You asked him, trying to move your way out of the guards grasp. ‘My lady, if they find out you’re even in contact with the young master you’ll be in danger too! The headmaster has given us orders to not let you get through.’ The news of Shingen passed away as the headmaster of the Yamazaki clan was big news, even reaching the streets of northern Japan, but even so. What did the death of Shingen have to do with them trying to kill Jonggun? And to add up to the problem, the fact you were now in contact with Jonggun brought your own clan in danger. There was a lot at stake in this situation, and the Yamazaki’s are fast. Who knows when they find out that Jonggun had been in contact with you? You’d probably be one of their high suspects too. You couldn’t help but contemplate the situation carefully, your eyes casting downwards onto the floor. The best course of action was to cut ties with him, it was the best and effective way in order to protect your family…but what about him? He never had someone to fall back into, he just lose his father who had shown him just a fraction of love he winked so hard for, his mom is now with his uncle and they’re trying you get rid of him… ‘buy me some time.’ You told the guards sternly, it was against the wishes of your own father.. someone who sold you to the Yamazaki clan in the first place to clean up his own went doings against them in the past. Both guards hesitate for a moment they weren’t exactly keen on letting you put yourself and the family in danger, but at the same time it was no surprise of you felt for the young master. Well…the now dethroned young master.

Finally the two guards let you go. Only with the promise to not do anything reckless and not be out too long as the headmaster would get suspicious. Taking Jonggun’s hand you let him to a secret part of the garden, one where the camera’s couldn’t quite catch you yet. Jonggun followed you closely, his eyes looking to the grass. It had been a long time since he smelled the scent of fresh grass and plants, it took him a long way to come here all the way to the estate. Yet he couldn’t help but feel selfish. He was putting you in danger. He didn’t want that, he didn’t want you to suffer because of him. He hated making you feel like this, but ultimately he also hated the fact he was the one to cause this in the first place. ‘Tell me everything.’ You whispered to him, the newspaper only revealed the ‘passing’ of Shingen and nothing else, not why Jonggun is on the run. Jonggun hesitated a lot, but eventually spilled everything to you, how his dad passed and the fact that Shintaro was now the headmaster…as well that his dad seemed to care about him after all. From the way he spoke it was clear that his head wasn’t used to parental love and couldn’t understand why Shingen tried to save him instead of himself. It disheartened you to realize the fact how he hasn’t felt love ever since he was brought into this world, the concept of love itself seemed foreign to him. After hearing all of the things that happend you hugged him very tightly, your arms wrapped around his torso that was clothed with a hoodie. He never wore hoodies before not matter how cold it got. ‘I’ll help you okay? Try not to get caught, i’ll find sometimes. I promise.’ You told him, hugging him even tighter. Jonggun seemed se be stunned by the hug and didn’t really hug you back. Only after a little while did his arms droop over your form and did he lay his head on your shoulder. ‘Please don’t go..’ it was a soft and rather pleading sound, never in a million years did you expect him to utter such words much less in such a tone. ‘I’m not going to abandon you, don’t worry-’ ‘Miss! The headmaster is searching for you!’ The moment was cut off by the whisper like yelling from the guards. Eager to make sure no one got in trouble you gave Jonggun a quick kiss on his cheek, his cheek was cold and a little wet from the watered plants. He put a hand on his cheek where you kissed him and looked at you. ‘I’ll be back.’ You gave him a quick nod before quickly coming out of the bushes to ease the situation…yet when you returned, Jonggun had vanished from where the two of you had met earlier

It took you quite the convincing each time of your father to actually let you go outside since the Yamazaki’s had actually reinforced their watchful eyes on you. During one of the times you once again roamed the streets of the underworld the smell of smoke filled your nostrils. Was this what Jonggun saw before he arrived at your estate? This wasn’t living. The amount of teenagers here was surprising but you couldn’t help but think that most have their reasons for being here or turning to this kind of lifestyle. After having searched the area where Jonggun was supposedly to help last seen you let out a sigh and turned to walk back where you originally came from, only to hear the faint familiar voice of someone. ‘Are you searching for my son?’ Somi park questioned you, her voice was flat and stern, no emotions regarding the situation for her son or you…or herself. Her eyes didn’t hold any emotion nor light in them either. You didn’t answer her and instead brazed yourself of the possibility of the man next to her doing something to you. ‘He’s not here.’ The man beside her told you, lighting up a cigarette placed in between his teeth. ‘But if you’re fast enough, you might just find him in time when you arrive in Korea.’ So he went to Korea?..you felt a mix of emotions. You were glad that he was finally going to be save and able to start again. But at the same time…you never got to say goodbye. He didn’t even tell you that he was leaving the country….you would’ve gone with him if he asked you, no hesitation. One could argue that you the both of you didn’t have anything to lose but that was simply not true. Perhaps he didn’t. But for you everything was at stake…because he was your everything…

Thank you for reading 😔🙏

[whyreyousoobsessedwithme]

Bruh, knowing ptj, gun is either gonna come out looking less muscular and feminine or like an exact replica of his father no in-between.

[starrose7mika]

What c.ai💀?

[junebugsarchive]

Hi june, your written is amazing!

If it fine with you can you do jealous yamazaki shingen or jealous park jonggun?

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑, 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍 . yamazaki shingen x reader

summary: shingen and gun become jealous when a little boy musters the courage to ask you to marry him

pairing: yamazaki shingen x reader . platonic! gun park x reader

details: reader replaces somi park . ooc shingen . bro is whipped for you . gun's a little menace to society . reader gets a little suggestive . teensy subtle mention of amputation . anon ask . all banners used are from @cafekitsune . all pictures used are from pinterest

a/n: i've always wanted to write something for shingen there's just something ab tall, brooding men turning into putty just for you 😋 enjoy babes! did a mix of both for u anon, my pookies didn't deserve anything that happened to them. spoiler alert: i blame the midwife. i hate her. also sorry if u were expecting something more serious, i don't see shingen being the type to venture in public unless it's to stalk you

yamazaki shingen does not get jealous. or at least, that's what he tells himself. jealousy, like any other emotion, is considered a weakness, and a weakness is something his countless foes will immediately grab on to once they catch sight of it, his father always told him.

he had learned to shut off his emotions a long time ago, ever since his embarrassing defeat against the famed gapryong kim from south korea. however he allows himself to have one simple weakness, despite his father and brother's disagreements, and that was you.

his darling, most treasured wife out of the ten women chosen just for him. you beauty shone through the others, and your quick-witted mind and equally sharp tongue was a stark contrast to the other women that only wished to survive in this cold, unfamiliar place.

shingen adored you. he favoured you, and that much was shown when he allowed you to keep your pinky, much to the displeasure of his brother. he gave you a strong and healthy boy with odd eyes, whom you proudly named gun, and treasured with your life.

shingen cherished you, anybody could tell. but do you love him too? this was a six-year question he never got the courage to ask.

which is why he is unsure of what to feel when he secretly follows you and your five year old son out of the compound and to a nearby public playground, and he sees a young boy bashfully coming up to you and showing a bouquet of wildflowers he had collected.

an odd feeling bubbles in his gut as he watches you smile warmly at the boy, patting his head with a gloved hand, gently taking the bouquet, complimenting it as you admired the flowers. nonsense. even shingen could make a better bouquet than that little brat could (he's lying) to give to you.

"what are you doing here?" shingen pauses in his train of thoughts, looking down, only to see his five year old son standing beside him with a blank look on his face, hands in his pockets. he wasn't even looking at the clan leader, merely staring unblinkingly at you in the distance.

the yamazaki head merely grunts, turning back around to watch you interact with the young boy. the little brat was getting bolder and bolder, daring to grab your hands in his grubby little paws and dancing around with you.

the father and son stood by the side, unnervingly identical blank dark eyes glued onto you, watching you interact with the child, and any passerby walking past them would have had to blink and rub their eyes, wondering if they were seeing doubles.

shingen spares a glance down at gun, and feels somewhat amused by how entranced his son was with you. truly, he thinks to himself as he returns his gaze to you. he is truly too much like his father.

he feels that same, odd feeling fluttering in his stomach as he watches the little beast motion for you to lean down, and braves a small peck against your cheek. the kid's face explodes in a fine assortment of red colours as the other children laugh and cheer, clearly entertained by this boy's foolishness. shingen watches as you merely smile at him and ruffle his hair, not saying a word.

to anybody watching, shingen and gun looked the same as before, but if they looked closer – really looked closer, they would see the exact same crease in between their eyebrows as their gazes became sharper, trained onto the boy.

shingen feels disheartened. why was it so simple for a young child you barely knew to kiss you on the cheek? he had been watching you, waiting for the perfect moment to give you a lil smooch, but each time you seemed to read his intentions and kept your distance.

shingen was frustrated. what was he doing wrong?

"MARRY ME!" the impudent little boy suddenly shouts, with flushed cheeks and a makeshift ring, made out of a little daisy he'd found.

immediately, both shingen and gun's head snaps towards him, death threats running through their minds. oh hell no.

meanwhile, you gave the poor, oblivious boy an awkward smile, extremely floored by the situation. poor kid, did he even know what he was getting himself into? by the looks of his expectant expression and hopeful eyes, clearly not. you clear your throat and open your mouth, ready to spout some bullshit, but someone else beats you to it.

"there you are, dear." you jump slightly in surprise as a deep voice murmurs in your ear, thick, strong arms snaking around your waist as your husband magically appears by your side, resting his chin on your collarbone, letting his hot breath fan your skin.

the little boy stares at shingen with a mix of indignation and fear. "w-who are you?!" he stutters out, and you had to admire his courage.

"i'm her husband." was shingen's immediate reply, and your eyes widen slightly to here the subtle pride in his voice.

the boy frowns. "no you're not! i'm gonna marry her, not you!" you sweatdrop slightly as the two males exchange heated looks – well, at least the boy's was heated, shingen looked purely amused, though you swore there was a tinge of annoyance that flashed through his eyes, though you could never telk what was running through that man's mind.

but unfortunately for the boy, he forgot that there was another formidable enemy headed right for them.

"kaa-san, is this shrimp bothering you?" your son smoothly steps in, gaze calm yet predatory as he looks down upon the inferior boy before him.

the little boy's eyes widen in fear as he recognizes gun, as do the children watching them with bated breath. "it's the playground demon!" a girl shrieks, and all the children flee in different directions, screaming their heads off, even your ever-so-valiant pursuer.

you chuckle a little, and sinply offer a loving pat on gun's head, who looks up at you with the same blank look, though your smile widens as you notice a fervent and soft tinge in his eyes as he gazes up at you.

shingen watches the exchange, feeling strangely out of place. he stiffens a little as you turn towards him, a gentle, yet unreading smile on your face.

out of courtesy, shingen wordlessly offers his arm, to which you accept, your other hand holding on to gun's tinier palm as the three of you begin your walk home.

"i noticed you'd followed my son and i here, lord yamazaki." shingen shows no reaction as your clear voice cuts through the awkwardness. he remains quiet for a few seconds, before turning to look down at you straight in the eyes.

"yes," he replies bluntly, and watches as you blink up at him, taken aback, clearly expecting him to dodge the question. your walls quickly rise as they had fallen, and your smile is quickly plastered back on.

"oh my, whatever for?" you chuckle as you continue your journey, and your voice turns teasing. "were you jealous, then? watching that little boy ask for my hand in marriage?"

"yes."

"ah, i expected-" you pause, and turn to stare at him disbelievingly. "...pardon?"

you weren't sure what you were expecting, but it definitely was not for the man beside you to avert his dark eyes, almost in embarrassment, suddenly looking like a kicked puppy. "are you... upset i interrupted?"

"how could i ever be?" and it's shingen's turn to be taken aback at how soft and genuine you sounded, it almost made him flinch in shock. "you are... my husband." you say quietly, ears tinged red.

a few more seconds of awkward silence pass, before the little gremlin decided to interrupt. "kaa-san, can you carry me?" gun asks blankly, stopping to raise his arms in your direction.

you smile, immediately taking your hand out of shingen's grasp, and the yamazaki clan leader is left with an unexplicable void in his heart as he watches you lift your child in your arms, smiling fondly at him as you continued walking.

suddenly, you stop and whirl around, smiling at shingen. and he realizes, with a start, that this was the first genuine smile he has ever received from you. and he loved it.

"it seems i have been neglecting my marital duties as a wife to my lovely husband," you hum, almost teasingly, a suggestive glint in your eyes. "i shall be visiting your bedchambers tonight, lord yamazaki."

warmth spreads through shingen's chest, and he allows the slightest of smiles to creep onto his face.

"i would love that too... my wife." and he takes a step, then another, and another, until he was directly in front of you. you beam up at him, and your little family walks home together.

yamazaki shingen loves you, and he's willing to wait however long needs be and make a fool of himself as many times as he has to for you to smile like that at him once more.

extra:

"kaa-san, i was jealous that little imbecile asked to marry you just now. can you visit my bedchambers too?" gun suddenly questions, and you let out a small laugh at his funny request.

"silly boy, i do that every night." you hum in amusement, gently tapping his nose as you spoke.

"kaa-san, i meant you should visit my bedchambers and not my father's."

"..." you sweatdrop as the father and son exchange blank looks that conveyed malicious threats and murderous intent.

[anticapitalistclown]

I hate the yamazaki clan but why are they kinda...

[melljam]

why does gitae look more related to shingen than gun does lol

[amara555555]

I’m always motivated when I have a assignment:

Au in which everyone is alive but it’s still kinda creepy. (NOT IN A BADWAY- as in I feel as though the Yamazaki mansion would be hella eerie) oh and OOC.(btw- I gave the two deceased brothers names and personalities within the clan. You know the two Shingen sons…….Gun’s brothers- They’re alive , yay)

Yamazaki family x child platonic reader:

You looked up at the traditional manor and back at your dad nervously. Him smoking all nonchalant as he recalled his childhood meanwhile you just couldn’t stand how eerie this place felt. The metaphorical frost of death surrounded this place and you found yourself clinging to your dad’s sleeve. The manor looking like it’ll come alive and swallow you whole………the blossom tree fooled no one. As pinky and pretty it was, it fooled NO ONE.

“I’m uncomfortable.”

He sighed and looked down at you.

“You and me both.”

You blinked hopefully.

“Can we leave then? I don’t like it…..I feel cold.”

He sighed and dropped the cigarette before crushing it under his shoe and kneeled to your level.

“Hey, it’s just one week. One week, and then we’re out. All you gotta do is keep to yourself and don’t over react. Don’t huff at grandma, bow before granddad and…………be careful around your grand uncle. You went over the rules right?”

You nod and he pats your head.

“Don’t forget them.”

He stood and holds your hand before heading in.

“And take off your shoes when you enter the house.”

Your heart breaks.

“But my sneake-“

“No shoes.”

“Louie Vuit-“

“None.”

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You and your dad bowed before a behemoth of a man who matched your dad’s face perfectly. Expect his was smooth, clean of scars and long hair. The elder’s gaze settles on you and you step behind your father’s chunky leg before peeking out. Gun sighed and patted your head.

“They’re shy”

Shingen couldn’t help but let a minuscule smile grace his elder face.

“….thats ok.”

His gruff voice was a lot softer for a demon head. You blinked in confusion as the elder’s softened eyes gazed back into yours.

“There’s no need to be afraid little one.”

Once again he sweetly calls out to you and Gun sighed before pulling you out from behind his leg.

“Go. Meet your granddad.”

You scowl back at him. Traitor.

You step forward while playing with your hands. Your eyes flick up to meet your granddad’s again- oh biscuits- you bow from remembering your dad’s speech and Shingen let out a deep chuckle. That sounded like a purr of a giant cat.

You felt a big hand pat your head and you stand straight to see the soft smile of Shingen as he kneeled before you to match your height, even though he was still three heads taller then you- seriously- were you gonna inherit this?

“Welcome to the family home, Y/N. We’ve been expecting you.”

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Inside the manor was colder than outside, but Shingen smiled softly at you enough to rest your nerves. However the gaze of your grandma was only encouraging you to play with the ends of your kimono out of nerves. Gun’s hand gently placed ontop of yours to ease you before you looked up at him with an internal whine and he gave the strict eyes.You settle and Somi spoke up.

“My! You’re truly my son’s child! You look so much alike. Truly beautiful.”

You smile awkwardly.

“…..thank you.”

She smiles softly.

“I’m Somi park, Your father’s mother. Your grandmother, please don’t refrain from coming to me with anything.”

She smiled warmly and you smiled back out of courtesy before she turned to Gun.

“They’re quiet.”

Gun blinked and spoke.

“They take after me.”

Somi laughed softly, all modestly.

“None sense! You were a talkative child.”

You pressed your head on Gun’s arm. You both felt equally as uncomfortable…….

“…..where’s grandad?”

“….no idea.”

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“Ha ha ha, truly identical. Their perfect Gun!”

A beautiful man with the most luscious locks and pearly white smile you’d ever seen complimented you as he closed his book to meet you.

“Forgive my manners, my name is Haruto. I’m your uncle. When I heard you were coming here I just had to have the manor up to perfection.”

He seemed lively……in a nice way. You reciprocate a smile.

“Thank you….uncle…?”

He smiled and patted your head for the up-tenth time.

“Ofcourse. Anything you need and you come to me. Never feel shy, your family. We’re here for you ok?”

His voice as a soft melody as he gently patted your head once more. You felt a warm feeling of a sweet honey stir in your gut from the comfort he rained on you, hiding sweets in your fists and reassuring you of the manor’s strictness, even gently walking you around the koi ponds………safe to say Haruto was nice.

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To think THIS was Haruto’s dad? You shrunk under his strict bespectacled stare as he stood before you after you had finished using the bathroom. You gulp and take in the strictness of his demeanour before bowing her so slowly and awkwardly.

You hear a low grunt.

“At least you’ve been taught some manners.”

You stand up straight.

“…….mhm.”

His soulless eyes stare back at yours.

“The Yamazaki don’t mumble or shy away. Stand strong child.”

You blink confused before straightening your posture and blinking again. He sighed.

“Look me in the eye and show your strength.”

You look into his soulless eyes and blink again.

“…….”

He took you in. The future of the clan. Needed some work but you were a Yamazaki, you’d get there. He sighed and spoke once more.

“Name?”

You swallow and answer confidently.

“Y/n..”

He hummed in acknowledgment before walking past you. You took that cue to use your Yamazaki genes to run to your dad and Haruto.

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The sun rolled on and you were supposed to be in your own personal quarters for the night.

“Father, why is your family strange?”

Gun sighed as he dried his hair after a shower, making eye contact with you in the mirror.

“That’s just how they are.”

You nod.

“Will I be like them?”

Gun sighed again.

“I don’t know.”

You swing your legs on the drawer you sat on and took in his room.

“All the rooms look the same. Can I play with the sword-“

“No.”

You sigh this time before speaking again.

“Grand uncle Shintaro is creepy.”

Gun turned to look at you.

“He’s not creepy he’s strict. You bowed before him right?”

You nod.

“Good. Just stay out his way and don’t say anything that you think of saying unless he asks got it.”

You blink.

“Is no one allowed to talk to hi-“

“No.”

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The next day in the pretty summer of Japan you meet your dad’s other brothers. A cheerful looking one pulled your youthful cheeks and the other simply watched this like it was inconvenient.

“Kiryu, this is high unnecess-“

“Kenji cmonnnn~ look at them! They’re adorable~”

He cooed at you and just like your dad, You stoically made do. Gun was behind you with his Hands in his pockets before pulling one out and patting your head.

“You’re making them uncomfortable.”

Kiryu sighed and stepped back.

“They take after you huh? No affection.”

Gun stiffened and you turn to look at him. He had that distant look in his eye and you turn to glare at Kiryu.

“Don’t talk to father that way.”

Both Kiryu and Kenji were taken back by your stern words.

“Be mean to him again and I’ll tell grandpa.”

Gun held your hand and walked off before you started fighting men 20 years older than you. However a warm caress soothed his heart and a tiny smile graced his lips.

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2 more days passed and you played jenga with Shingen. Your behemoth grandfather took out a block in the most risky place possible and placed it at the top.

You glared.

“That’s cheating.”

He smiled smugly.

“It’s call strategy child. Risks come in play to your benefit.”

You huff.

“I don’t even know what the means….”

you focus on pulling out a block and the tower shook before you gasped and Shingen watched in smug anticipation. You gently pulled it out before tentatively putting it on the to-

CRASH.

You both stood there like children as the jenga tower crashed into a small glass table and it broke….

You looked up at him shook and he looked down at you shook.

Footsteps boomed down the hallway and Shingen scooped you up before bolting off to hide as Somi chased him with a broom-

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You sat with Haruto and Gun as they sipped on coffee while you blew on your hot chocolate. You looked up at Shintaro opposite you three as he focused on yet another Yamazaki guide of rules or some kind of documentation regarding business.

He sips his coffee and you almost burst out laughing before Gun slapped a hand over your mouth as he and Haruto looked off to the side while restraining their smiles.

Shintaro was too focused on the paper to notice how the rascals infront of him had laced the top of his mug in ink to create a moustache on his upper lip.

“Hitle-“

“Shhhhhhhhh-“

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Somi took it upon herself to show you around the gardens and koi ponds. You held her slim hand as she practically moved with grace while giving the illusion of floating and you followed her in awe.

She stops you and points into the koi ponds.

“They tend to come out more in the summer.”

You watched the pretty fish dance around in the green waters, a smile tugging up your face.

“They’re pretty.”

“Just like you dear.”

You smiled smugly now and she mocked it before you two giggled and skipped off to see the Venus fly traps.

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Both you and Haruto played hide and seek, you being the new favourite hid in a dark Japanese styled room. The behemoth who worked on reading a rule book remained still and serious as Haruto pokes his pretty head in to catch you.

“Father have you seen Y/N?”

Shintaro looked up unamused.

“No.”

Haruto nodded and left before respectfully closing the door.

Shintaro turned to you.

“We had a deal. You deliver.”

You hand over the rest of the shortbreads you bribed him with earlier.

“Thank you.”

“Get out my office.”

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The day was rainy, Gun’s favourite type of day as he smoked under the roof of the engawa. The serene smell of moss and wet grass and nature washed peace over him, the sound of his child being tossed up by her grandfather only left him feeling safe.

You giggled and squealed as Shingen tossed you up, his smooth face smiling bright and his big hands catching you every time. Somi stood with Gun’s shiro Oni umbrella, watching you two play as she laughed and stroked Gun’s head.

The week was passing quickly, however Gun was just happy that his child got to be loved within the residence of stoicism and discipline.

His child was the warmth this place needed.

You giggle and wrap your arms around Shingen’s neck as he laughed out when you proceeded to retaliate by blowing a raspberry in his neck.

Gun smirked as his cigarette’s smoke swirled around him in a wet fog, his child and father both enjoying themselves, like a real family made him feel like maybe there was an impending future of……..normalcy, happiness……warmth….life….within the Yamazaki clan.

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You and your uncle Kiryu areas the instructions off the cook book.

“Melt the butter.”

He nodded and proceeded to melt the butter.

“You know, back in my day, we never made cakes, we’d steal them off the elder’s side of the kitchen because we were deprived little critters-“

“Uncle….”

“We’d gobble them down and go to town!” Lets out a hearty and sweet laugh before continuing-

“When I tell you, your grand father was so mad why he realised I gained 6 pounds-“

“UNCLE! BUTTER!”

The whole pan caught fire.

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It was a day before leaving that you had a big game of hide and seek planned, the room you hid in happened to be a darker and more secluded room, filled with emptiness and just one chair, you sat on the chair and just spun.

The door slid open before a head popped in, you stopped the chair, the head popped out.

You spun again. This time the shoji door leading to the garden opens and you stopped. The figure closed the door.

You spun again before someone popped in once more but you stilled. They left.

This went on for 29 seconds before the chair was lifted off the ground and Gun caught you.

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Dinner that night was somber, you take in your extended family’s faces and expressions. Your grandfather all unreadable, your grandma serene and elegant, grand uncle stern, uncle Haruto calm, Kenji and Kiryu both in their own worlds and your dad as silent as ever. You lean into his side and close your eyes. Wanting this image to sear into her your eyelids. A big and happy family. Not just you and dad. But everyone.

…….meanwhile Kiryu and Kenji played thumb war under the table and went aggressive before knocking over a jug of water into Shintaro’s lap and the old man pulled out a sword-

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So far the Yamazaki estate was fun. Grandpa Shingen was sweet, Grandma Somi was loving, Grand uncle Shintaro was scary, Uncle Haruto was effortlessly kind, all your uncles were strange but nonetheless, you had fun.

When the week came to an end, you packed miserably. Sluggishly folding clothes and putting them away slowly, buying as much time for yourself in the beauty of the Yamazaki house and family.

Your eyes grazed over the wooden architecture and smiled. A certain feeling of always being welcome swirled in your mind and heart before your bag was zipped up, you turned and saw Gun zipping up the bag due to your turtle pace.

“For god sake, come on. Our flight leaves soon.”

You blink.

“Do we have to leave?”

Gun froze and sighed.

“…..yeah. We don’t live here. We’ll be back next holidays, Ok?”

A dejected blink only left you to nod. After all you had your fun, you could stay in contact and uncle Haruto often comes to Korea he said. And grandpa Shingen promised to always come as well. You smile to yourself that you had these memories to cherish and looked forward to making more.

“…..hm.”

Gun sighed and turned to crouch before you.

“They loved you here. They won’t be forgetting to see you all the time. Trust me. No need to feel upset.”

You nod and breathe out calmly.

“Ok.”

A few minutes pass and Gun’s held your hand and you two walk out the manor and you run forward to hug you’re family bye as they stood outside in a crowd. The biggest hug when to Grandp Shingen and uncle Haruto. And grandma Somi. You bowed before Shintaro and shook hands with uncles Kiryu and Kenji.

Gun watched the interactions and sighed softly.

Maybe.

Just maybe.

Healing was possible for all of them.

(Honestly. I don’t even know. Have fun. Happy new years, and late merry crisis.)

[hayazuru]

"But does growing up just change your body or also your soul?"

[koiiiji]

author's note ; another day another fic, i feeding my our delusional ass with... yes, i love cold, emotionally unavailable huge man, and?!

starring ; shingen and kid!reader, shintaro being ass as usual in past 2 chapters

the room was dark, illuminated only by the faint, pale light filtering through the paper walls. Yamazaki Shingen sat cross-legged in his kimono, his massive, tattooed frame a shadow in the silence. his eyes were empty, unfocused, lost somewhere far away — a man trapped in his own quiet despondency. once-fearsome leader of the Yamazaki syndicate had withdrawn into himself.

yet, he heard the door slide open, the soft creak breaking the oppressive stillness of the room. at first, he didn’t bother to react. another servant, no doubt, or one of his men, scurrying to avoid the weight of his silence. but then, the sound of small footsteps, lighter than he expected, drew closer. a tiny figure darted in and out of the shadows, barely making a noise, yet somehow tugging at the edges of his attention.

you sneacked the room without hesitation, you were playing some sort of game — hide and seek, perhaps. energy radiating through the heavy stillness like a burst of sunlight. you had been playing with Shingen’s men, even though they hardened by years of servitude, and hadn’t the patience to play properly, so they had likely just told you to hide, hoping to redirect your boundless energy. and now, here you were, running toward your father, blissfully unaware of the gloom that surrounded him.

he frowned, not quite understanding what this strange, fearless presence was doing so close to him. he hadn’t recognized you at first. so small, so out of place in this cold, dreary room. why was a child allowed in his quarters?

but then something clicked in his head.

eyes.

oh, you are his kid

with a soft grunt of effort, you clambered onto his lap, tugging at the fabric of his kimono with your tiny hands. you wriggled around until you were perched comfortably on his knee, giggling to yourself as if this was all part of the game.

Shingen remained still, his massive hands resting idly at his sides. he didn’t push you away, didn’t tell you to leave. he just… let you be.

you poked at the intricate designs on his tattoos, tracing the dark lines with your small fingers. tigers and all patterns that once symbolized power and fear were nothing more than curious drawings to you, something to explore. to you, they were just part of him.

before he could fully process the moment, the door slid open again. Shintaro, entered the room, sharp eyes immediately falling on the small child perched on Shingen’s lap. his expression hardened in a flash.

“what are you doing here?” Shintaro barked, his voice slicing through the room. his usual composed demeanor faltered, clearly irritated at the sight of you. he moved quickly toward you, reaching out to pull you away from Shingen’s unmoving form. “this is no place for you to —”

before Shintaro could finish, Shingen’s voice rumbled, low and firm, cutting through the tension like a dull blade.

“she’s just a kid.”

it was more of a grunt than a full sentence, but it stopped Shintaro in his tracks. he glanced at his brother, surprise flickering in his eyes. Shingen’s face remained impassive, his gaze never leaving the far wall, but there was no mistaking the subtle command in his words. it was the first sign of awareness — of anything — Shintaro had seen from him in a long time.

for a moment, Shintaro hesitated, unsure of what to make of the situation. Shingen, who had barely acknowledged the existence of his children before, was now… allowing this? a small girl, climbing all over him as though she belonged there, and Shingen didn’t push her away, didn’t scold her, didn’t so much as flinch.

Shintaro’s brow furrowed, his hand still hovering near you, but he slowly pulled it back. he wasn’t used to seeing his brother like this, and he didn’t quite know how to respond. Shingen had retreated so deeply into himself that any kind of engagement felt foreign — alien.

you, oblivious to the tension between the adults, tugged at Shingen’s sleeve once more, small fingers tracing the patterns of his tattoos. you giggled softly, as if the weight of the room didn’t affect you in the slightest.

Shingen’s large hand twitched, barely perceptible, as though considering whether or not to move. but in the end, he did nothing, letting you play with the fabric of his sleeve. his expression remained unchanged, but the fact that he hadn’t brushed you off was enough for Shintaro to take note.

after a long pause, Shintaro sighed, the sharpness in his eyes dulling. he stepped back, crossing his arms as he took in the scene — his towering, silent brother, and the small, curious girl who had somehow wormed her way into his lap without a word of protest.

“i see,” Shintaro muttered, almost to himself.

Shingen didn’t respond. he remained quiet, still trapped in the cocoon of his own thoughts.

and in the quiet of the room, Shingen let his daughter stay.

[amphitriteswife]

Fuck both Jonggun’s parents. He deserves so much better

I will love u my goat💯💯 he got slapped by his mom and his dad just over all sucks ass

[whyreyousoobsessedwithme]

Walked in on my cousin watching Spider-Man and thought the goblin looked a bit too familiar

I knew I saw that mf somewhere😤

[akixa]

could you write something about Yamazaki shingen can be anything

Sure! 🎀

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

Shingen Yamazaki

First to end of it.

You and Shingen were in high-school students. You are his first love before it went downfall.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

Here you are, standing outside of his classroom, waiting on him. You were stomping on your left foot impatiently for him to get out of that room.

"Ugh, it's been 30 minutes and he is still not coming out?! hmp…”

You look through the mirror door and see him still studying on his desk all by himself. The school bell rang an hour ago, and everyone had already left the school except you two still in school. You barge into his classroom and sit in front of him.

"When will you be done?” You ask him as he looks up from his book to you now. His eyes are full of black, empty, and shallow of darkness, looking to you. He put down his book and spoke at you with boredom through his voice.

"Why are you still here?”

“Waiting on you, dummy.”

“who said you can wait for me?”

“Me and you can't do anything about it.”

He let out a sigh and started gathering his things into his bag while you stood there, smirking at him. You loved teasing him, knowing it would make him angry, but he could never do anything about it since you were a girl and he couldn't hit you. In fact, Shingen was always at the top of his class, and you were always second, making the two of you look like a power couple, even though you were just colleagues and friends.

Together, you often found yourselves in friendly competition, pushing each other to be better. You both shared a passion for literature, often exchanging books and discussing your favorite authors. Your debates about the themes and characters in the novels you read were intense but always ended with mutual respect and a deeper understanding of each other's perspectives.

Despite this, you couldn't help but wonder if he ever thought about the possibility of something more between you two. You certainly did. Every shared glance, every playful argument, and every moment spent together made you hope that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way. The bond you shared over your interests only deepened your connection, making you wish that your friendship could blossom into something more.

You always see him as a ruthless prince in your imagination and you remember that time that you almost fell down the stairs because the floor was so slippery with no sign to say it. Before you even meet the floor a hand grab your waist and pull you up with other hand on your legs. You look up just to see him carrying you like a bride. Blushing mess as he carry you to the clinic to check if theres any injury on you.

Enough with the past. You always bottle up your feelings for him because you know it would be dangerous for both of you. As the son of Shinji Yamazaki, the formidable head of the Yamazaki clan, he is constantly under scrutiny. Being with Shingen has already caused him trouble, just by being near him and teasing him.

Every time you meet, there's a spark in his eyes that he tries to hide. When you tease him, he pretends to be annoyed, but you can see the faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He often finds excuses to be near you, whether it's helping you with a task or just sitting quietly beside you.

Little did you know, he also harbored feelings for you. In his position, he had to hide everything, including you. To him, you were something special, someone he cherished deeply. He wanted to hate you for your own safety, but why do you keep coming back?

There were moments when his guard would slip, and he'd let his true feelings show. A lingering touch on your hand, a protective arm around your shoulder when danger seemed near, or the way his eyes softened when he looked at you. These small interactions spoke volumes about his hidden emotions.

Despite the risks, you couldn't stay away. The bond between you was too strong, and every interaction only deepened your connection. You were something else for him, someone he couldn't bear to lose. He wanted to hate you for your safety, but your unwavering presence made it impossible.

Finally, you both step out of the school, with him next to you, carrying both his bag and yours. The silence between you is comfortable, and you watch the sun slowly setting together. In the golden light, you glance at him and see the warmth on his face, reminding you of the sun—how you feel about him, yet you can’t be too close.

You try to approach him, using your pinkie to touch his arm slightly. Your cheeks flush with redness when suddenly you feel his finger wrap around your pinkie, pulling you closer. A warmth lingers on your skin from his touch, reminding you of the sun because of how he melts you with just a simple touch.

When you finally arrive at your place, he places your bag next to you, but neither of you lets go. You’re both scared that the cold will replace the warmth in your arms. As the sun’s rays fade, you watch him walk away, his figure slowly vanishing from your sight.

Maybe tomorrow you see him again like always.

“?!?”

“Be my date.”

What…

Did you hear that right or is the delusional just messing you up? Coffee does bad to your health. You snap out your thoughts and ask what he said again.

“Are you deaf? I said be my date.”

“ You should at least brought me flower with it to make it more romantic”

“... On second thought, never mind.” walking off leaving you behind.

You chuckle as you notice a red tint forming on his ears. But you nod to him agreeing to be his date while catching up to him.

Is it really a good idea? Think about it—nothing bad has happened since you first met him. From the very beginning, you felt an undeniable connection and fell for him. Every moment spent with him makes you feel secure and cherished. You find comfort in his presence, and the thought of being without him is something you can’t bear. You hope that this feeling of safety and love will last forever, and that you’ll never have to part ways.

As you keep catching up to him, he looks at you with such affection that it makes your face glow brightly. The warmth of his gaze feels like a gentle caress, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. He holds out his arm, inviting you to hold him. As you slip your hand into his, you feel the comforting strength of his grip. Together, you walk home, the cool evening air brushing against your skin, the soft rustle of leaves underfoot. The silence between you is filled with the unspoken words of two new love birds, each step syncing your heartbeats, creating a rhythm of newfound love.

People would say everything in the end can be happily ever after with your loved one, but how come yours ended so soon? Laying down on your pile of blood.

A second ago, you were walking alone on the street, a sudden ambush from behind catches you off guard. A sharp object violently pierces through your back, tearing through to your chest. You gasp, blood spurting from your mouth as you collapse to the ground. Your breaths become shallow, your vision blurs, and an overwhelming darkness engulfs you.

As your vision blurred and darkness began to take over, you caught a glimpse of Shingen rushing towards you, his face streaked with tears. It was a sight you never expected to see—Shingen, always the pillar of strength, now crumbling. The raw emotion on his face was startling, yet it brought a strange sense of peace. In your final moments, you found solace in the fact that even the strongest boy in the school hearts can break.

With your last breath, you longed to tell him to live happily and brightly, to watch over him like a star that fades away with the dawn but remains ever-present. Yet you can't… Now, you lie cold and still in his trembling hands. He clutches you tightly, tears streaming down his face, whispering desperately for you to wake up and speak, please. The room is filled with the haunting silence of unspoken words and shattered dreams.

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[chosaraki]

April 1st.

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Sang Baek 🦈

Jinrang 🐺

Gun Park 🕶️

James Lee 🍭

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Four hot men x R.femele. —————————————————————————

Theme: fake murder.

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Sang Baek:

It was April 1st, April Fool's Day, and Sang Baek was in the office, doing what he did best: monitoring gang operations and keeping everything under control. However, his wife, with her mischievous manner and full of energy, was determined to play with him, as usual, on that day.

She was silent, sneaking around the house and planning her "trap". Sang Baek was so absorbed in her work that she didn't realize that she was already setting up the scene for her game. She took an old shirt of his, lay down dramatically on the floor, with glazed eyes and an expression of pain, as if she had been the victim of a brutal attack.

Soon, Sang Baek left the room, going to the hallway, and suddenly stopped when she saw the scene she had prepared. She was lying down, motionless, with a thread of fake "blood" running from the corner of her mouth, and a face of someone who was really hurt, maybe even dead. The scene was so well done that he was shocked for a moment, with his analytical gaze trying to understand the situation.

- What happened?! - He asked, his voice controlled, but with a slight tone of urgency. He approached, crouching next to her, touching her neck to check her pulse.

When he realized that she was not moving, his gaze hardened, and he prepared to take a serious attitude, until he heard her muffled laughter coming from below. She couldn't contain herself.

- What... are you laughing? - Sang Baek asked, with his eyebrow raised, clearly confused.

She looked at him, smiling mischievously, and then revealed the truth.

- Oh, you believed it! I was just joking, April 1st! I didn't die, relax! - She laughed, slowly getting up from the floor and taking the fake blood out of her mouth.

Sang Baek looked at her, a slight smile appearing on her lips, but it was not a smile of fun, more an expression of slight exasperation.

- You're impossible. - He said with a deep voice, but without hiding a fun tone. - Don't think I'll fall into your traps so easily next time.

She, still laughing, approached him and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

- I just wanted to see your reaction! - She joked, her vibrant energy contrasting with his usual calm.

Sang Baek looked at her with a look that mixed fun and distrust, but his undisturbed attitude soon returned, as if he was aware that his wife would always do this kind of thing on April 1st.

- I'll get you back one day. - He said with a soft smile, while returning to his routine, already used to her mischief.

She just laughed, knowing that no matter how much she tried to deceive him, in the end she would always have the last laugh.

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Jinrang:

It was April 1st, the famous April Fool's Day, and Jinrang was at home, enjoying a quiet day after a long week of commitments. He was sitting on the couch, reading some papers, when he heard a noise coming from upstairs. He didn't give much importance, until the door opened and his wife appeared, with a mischievous smile on her face.

She was lying on the floor, her arms stretched out, her mouth open as if she were in a murder scene, and next to her was a plastic knife - clearly part of her staging. His clothes were messy, and his hair looked messy. She looked at him with wide eyes and a disguised smile.

- Jinrang! - She screamed dramatically. - I was murdered!

Jinrang looked at her, initially without understanding, before realizing it was a joke. He raised an eyebrow, but kept his serious expression, as if he were looking for more clues.

- Hm... it looks like someone came in here and killed you. - He said in a deep voice, his impassive posture. - I'll need to investigate this.

His wife, holding her laughter, made a face of pain, making another effort to maintain the farce.

- The murderer... he was... tall and had a cold look! - She tried to stay serious, but the laughter was about to escape.

Jinrang approached her slowly, as if he was really investigating the scene. He looked around, examining every detail carefully. The tension in the air was palpable, and his wife could barely maintain the dramatic expression, her mouth trembling from trying so much to hold on.

Finally, he knelt next to her and, with a very discreet smile, took the plastic knife. He lifted her up to examine her, but in a quick movement, he used her to give her a little slap on the ass.

- Do you think I'm going to fall for this trick? - He said, finally breaking the serious expression and smiling lightly. - April Fool's Day, isn't it?

She laughed, sitting down quickly and pulling him for a quick kiss, her joke finally revealed. Jinrang, despite his hard and ruthless nature, had fun with these little jokes that his wife liked to preach to him.

- I knew you would notice before I could continue the farce, but... you never know. - She said, still laughing.

Jinrang looked at her with his serious eyes, but with a touch of affection.

- I'll catch you next year. - He said, getting up to leave, but not without first giving him a complicit look. - And I hope the murderer left something good for dinner, since you seem to be playing at being a victim for today.

She smiled, shaking her head, and as he left the room, she knew that Jinrang, despite everything, also knew how to enjoy a moment of fun.

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Gun Park:

It was April 1st, and the house was quiet, with the soft morning light coming in through the window. Gun Park was at home, enjoying a quieter day, without the usual tensions of daily conflicts. His wife, always excited and full of energy, was planning a surprise for him. As was tradition on April Fool's Day, she wanted to play a trick on Gun - but she knew it would have to be something really convincing.

She prepared herself carefully. She put on a light makeup to look a little paler, wore a torn nightgown, and then lay down on the living room floor, with his eyes closed and an expression of pain printed on his face. She left a fake note near her hand: "Sorry, I couldn't fight anymore."

When Gun entered the room, he found her there, apparently inert, with her hand outstretched, as if she were dead. He stopped immediately when he saw the scene, the expression on his face changing from relaxed to tense. His eyes quickly scanned the room, and then focused on it. He ran to her, his hand already preparing to check her pulse.

- What happened?! - His voice came out hoarse and full of concern, something out of the ordinary for the confidence he always displayed. He shook her gently. - Hey, wake up!

She didn't moss. His heart beat faster, and the tension in the air grew.

But that's when she couldn't hold it anymore and let out a muffled giggle. He opened his eyes and saw the expression of pure concern on his face, and that made the joke worth it.

- Oh, did you think I was dead? - She asked, trying to hide her laughter.

Gun froze for a moment, his eyes widening. For a second, he could almost see his whole life passing before his eyes, his hands starting to tremble with so much anger and relief at the same time.

- You... - He looked at her with a mixture of confusion and irritation, his voice trembling slightly. - I swear, you'll pay me for it.

She tried to get up, but he quickly pulled her back to the ground with a fiery look in her eyes.

- This is not a joke, [Name]. - His voice was now low and controlled, but it didn't hide the growing fury. - Don't do that to me again.

She was still laughing, but soon realized that he wasn't joking. Gun's serious look made her laughter diminish, and she sat down, feeling the tension in the air.

- Sorry, love... I just wanted to scare you a little. - She said, trying to apologize, but she knew she had gone too far.

Gun looked at her, taking a deep breath, before finally looking away and sighing. He got up and went to the kitchen, but not without first taking one last look at it.

- You're lucky to be you. - He murmured, before leaving, leaving her with a mixed feeling of guilt and fun.

She knew he would be upset for a while, but she also knew that, deep down, he would end up giving in. After all, the tension in their relationship, no matter how intense it was, never lasted long.

While Gun was in the kitchen, she stood there, waiting for him to come back, sure that he would never fall for a joke like that again - but, at the same time, already preparing for his next big joke.

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James Lee:

It was the first of April, and you knew that, with James, the game of pranks would be intense. You were determined to surprise him, with a bold joke, thinking about how fun it would be to see him enter your "prank". The idea seemed brilliant - to make him believe that something terrible happened, that you were... dead.

You prepared the scene carefully: a stain of red paint on the floor, a note carefully left on the table, and a text message sent from an anonymous account saying you were in danger. The house was silent when he arrived, and you expected him to go directly to the "scenario".

James entered, the door closing gently behind him. He took off his coat and looked around, without immediately noticing the scenario. You hid in a corner, watching him with a mischievous smile, waiting for the reaction.

Suddenly, he looked at the note on the table and, with an expression that quickly turned from curiosity to concern, approached. His eyes ran through the piece of paper and the stain on the floor, while his heart accelerated.

- What... - he murmured, but before he could finish, the sound of his breathing became heavier, his jaw tense.

He then walked faster to the spot of the stain, and you could see the panic starting to take over him. His gaze scanned the house, looking for any sign that something was wrong. His cell phone vibrated, and he looked at the screen. The message was there: "She won't get out of this."

The feeling of tension in the air was palpable. James, now visibly nervous, was about to call the police when you revealed yourself from behind the door, with a cute and innocent expression.

- Good morning, love! - you said, with a smile of pure fun. - Happy April Fool's Day!

James stopped, frozen in place. For a moment, you thought he could just explode with anger. He stared at you with wide eyes, and then, slowly, his shoulders relaxed. However, his expression was not of relief, but of pure coldness.

- Do you think this is funny? - His voice was calm, but the intensity in his eyes said the opposite.

You started laughing, completely excited about the success of the joke, but soon felt a chill down your spine when you saw James' expression. He approached with a firm and ruthless step.

- Never do that again. - Your voice was low, but full of a deep warning, and you realized the danger in those words.

You, a little nervous about his reaction, took a step back, trying to soften the mood.

- I was just joking! It wasn't serious, James, it was just an April 1st prank!

He stared at her with a penetrating look, his body approaching you in a dominating way.

- No. That wasn't a joke. - He spoke calmly, but with a veiled threat. He pulled you close, his eyes fixed on yours. - You'll pay for it. Not for scaring me, but for thinking he could deceive me like that.

The tension between the two intensified in an unexpected way, and you knew that the game was no longer in your control. What seemed like a simple joke had now given way to something much more serious, and James was clearly in control.

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Sorry if you think the joke is too dark...

My mood may be a little black....

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[jonggunkitten]

⚠️ spoiler 530

finally we get to see another panel of him with the normal(?) eyes😻😻

he looks kinda older in the last pict tho

[ikjun]

IMMORTAL SUGIMOTO and YAMANEKO OGATA

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