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Your nails dig deep into Changsu back as his hips thrust roughly towards you. Sharp gasps leave your mouth each time he bottoms out. Skin slaps together and sweat forms on both your bodies.
Changsu lets out a groan from the scratches you leave him. The sight of you below him, breast bouncing, eyes closed in bliss and the way your pussy is taking his cock causes him to grin.
He moves your legs from around his waist, resting your ankles on his shoulders, spreading you wider and taking him even deeper. Your juices mix and eyes roll back from the feeling. Loud moans leave your mouth as your hands now rest against his chest, grasping at it.
The feeling intensifies with this new position, your pussy spasming at his thick veiny cock, squeezing it tightly.
You gasp as your body reaches its peak, orgasming once again, from the night's activities. Changsu doesn’t take long to follow suit, driving his hips into you as you milk him dry.
When you both come down from your orgasms, his movements come to a slow stop, but his cock still rests within you, and his large hands lift your hips up high, keeping his cum inside.
“Don’t you wanna give Chunhee a little sibling?”
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Kitae Kim x Reader
Word Count: 785
Note: Best Friend's Brother(Part 1), Like a Fool (Part 2)
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It affected you more than you ever thought it would.
Busan.
The horror of that night haunted you far more than you cared to admit.
The blood splatter. The bodies strewn across the ground. Jinrang's arm being severed by that psychopath's axe. The same axe that had swung toward your neck, coming close enough to split it open and leave you among the corpses.
All of it disturbed you, but what unsettled you most was the man behind it all. The one who hadn't, or rather couldn't, kill you, according to his own words.
Kitae Kim.
The King of Seoul, though he didn't seem to care much for the title.
No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't stop thinking about him. The look in his eyes as he stepped into the police car before it drove away. The words he'd left you with echoed through your days and lingered in your dreams.
“I'll call you this time,” Gitae said, before getting into the car.
And he kept his word.
Your phone rang about a week after Busan.
The moment you saw the caller ID, your heart lurched. You'd completely forgotten that he'd taken your phone just long enough to save his number. If you'd known what kind of man he truly was, you never would've handed him your phone in the first place.
Curse your weakness for good looking men.
With trembling hands, you moved to decline the call, but paused.
Something deep in your chest stirred, and before you could think better of it, your thumb slid across the screen.
Answer.
Several seconds passed before you spoke, trying to steady your voice despite your shaking hands.
"...Hello?"
Silence.
You waited another moment, pressing the phone closer to your ear in search of any sound.
Then his deep, gravelly voice rumbled through the speaker, making you instinctively pull the phone away.
"Señorita, I'm actually surprised you picked up."
His voice sounded exactly as it had in person.
"What do you want?"
"Can I not call the person who's been on my mind for weeks now?"
Your breath caught. Had he really been thinking about you as much as you'd been thinking about him?
"Why would you be thinking about me? We've only met twice, and the second time you tried to kill me."
His answer came in the form of a loud, unrestrained laugh. You winced and held the phone farther from your ear.
"It's because I couldn't kill you that I've been thinking about you." His voice lowered, almost thoughtful. "I've always been able to kill anyone who stood in my way. I even killed my own father."
A brief pause.
"But with you... I couldn't."
One answer only left you with a hundred more questions.
"Then why did you ask for my number in the first place? What made you interested in me?"
You could practically hear the smirk in his voice. The confidence this man carried was almost absurd.
Almost attractive.
"If you want the answer to that," he said lazily, "you'll have to keep answering my calls."
Click.
The line went dead.
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You sat curled up on your bed as your phone rang once again.
Right on schedule.
Calling every few days had apparently become one of Kitae's habits.
As your ringtone echoed through the room, you stared at the screen, debating whether to answer. Every time he called, you had the same argument with yourself.
Usually, you gave in by the third ring.
Today however, the fifth ring came and went.
You still hadn't answered. It wasn’t long until the ringtone died and you were alone with the silence. Moving slowly, you get out of bed, grab your phone and head for the door.
Walking through the streets of Big Deal with your head lowered, your thoughts refused to calm down.
Why was he so obsessed with you? It was the biggest question plaguing you currently.
Your phone buzzed in your pocket. Pulling it out, without hesitation, you declined the call.
Relief washed over you as you exhaled and lifted your head.
Just as you were about to slide your phone back into your pocket, the screen lit up again.
You declined it. Again.
You barely had time to take another step before a shadow fell over you.
Your gaze slowly traveled upward.
Every inch added another weight to your chest, every second making the alarm bells in your head scream louder.
Finally, with your neck craned almost painfully upward, you met the charcoal eyes of the very man you'd been ignoring.
His phone was still pressed to his ear.
A slow, amused smirk spread across his face.
"Ignoring my phone calls?"
His smile widened.
"That's not very nice."
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Part 1 - Best Friends Brother
Part 2 - Like a Fool
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I have a fourth and final part planned if anyone is interested.
Zayne x Reader *Drabble*
Word Count: 315
Note: My first thoughts after seeing the banner trailer
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Surfing with Zayne was an experience you would never quite forget. You clung to him tightly as he masterfully surfed. Was there anything he couldn't do?
As the wave came to an end, Zayne’s grip around you tightened as you signaled him to jump off the board. You prepare yourself to meet the water, only for Zayne to pull out his special trick.
Freezing the beach.
“...You can use your Evol like that?” you question.
“Practicality is what matters” and that was all the explanation needed.
Zayne was a very practical man, but you could be just as practical if the moment came.
Like now!
You wiggle in his grip, just enough to allow you to change positions, now wrapping your legs around his waist tightly.
Zayne adjusted his grip on you and you found yourself closer than before. Noses brushed together as you moved closer, lips almost touching.
“Um…hello” a voice called out, drawing you away from the intimate moment. You and Zayne look to see a sole swimmer frozen from the waist down.
“Can you unfreeze me?” they chattered out, teeth tapping together uncontrollable.
Your three gazes meet, empty expressions on each, all too uncomfortable with the moment.
Embarrassed, Zayne quickly moves to unfreeze the swimmer…along with the rest of the beach, sending you both crashing into the water. There goes not getting your hair wet
Coming up to the surface you see Zayne has already emerged, more flustered than before, ears blazing red.
You swim up and hold onto him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Meeting your gaze, he holds onto you one more time, again, holding you close to his body.
A cute moment compared to the previous.
To you two at least. The swimmer sneers in disgust before finally swimming away.
“Tsk…young people” they mutter, paddling away, leaving behind two grown adults acting like teenagers in their first relationship.
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I've been waiting for a beach banner OML! But fr why did this man freeze the whole beach😭.
Should I write the other boys 👀
Gitae Kim x Reader
Word Count: 1088
Note: Part 2 of Best Friend's Brother
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Gitae Kim. Or was it Kitae Kim? Of all the thoughts to be in your head right now, this probably wasn’t the one you expected. After all, you should be more focused on the man in front of you.
The one whose name had plagued your mind since the first meeting in Big Deal’s alley. The man who was currently holding the severed limb of the King of Busan in his hand like it was just a regular piece of meat.
You thought for a moment he might take a bite, the way he so comfortably wielded the arm. He waved it around carelessly while the King of Busan writhed in pain on the ground.
You stood behind Jake, peering at the scene unfolding before you both.
A massacre. One of both people and pride.
The axe-wielding maniac stood proudly at the center of it all. Gitae Kim. Or was it Kitae?
No matter. You had just arrived at the grotesque scene, and Jake wasn’t going to waste any time.
“Judging from the situation, this looks like the right place. Busan’s huge, so finding you took a while.”
Jake’s words drew everyone's attention—to both him and you.
“Who are you?” Gitae questioned.
Are you kidding me? you thought. How could he forget who Jake is? The man he hunted down with such passion to determine whether he was worth keeping alive?
The conversation progressed, but you didn’t give much thought to it. The only reason you came was because you refused to let Jake go alone and potentially do something reckless. A hero complex was not needed right now.
Heavy footsteps approaching pulled you back to the moment. Gitae was walking toward you. His arms were outstretched, still holding the axe—and the severed arm.
You thought you might be sick but held it in.
Gitae’s arms moved to surround Jake, and you took that as your cue to step back, unsure of what might happen if you stayed too close to the brothers.
“(Y/N) (L/N)? Why did you come here?”
Turning to see who had spoken, your eyes found Goo sitting on Daniel Park. Ignoring the strange position they were in, you explained your and Jake’s arrival.
“We came to stop Jake’s brother from going on a killing spree and, hopefully, prevent any serious injuries. Looks like we were a few minutes too late.”
Standing up, Goo freed Daniel, who rushed to the heavily bleeding King of Busan. Ignoring them, you turned your attention back to the brothers, ready to step in if needed.
How would you do that, though? Well, you only had your words to rely on—because no way in hell were you getting between Jake and Gitae’s axe.
Relieved to see the axe being put away, you moved closer to the brothers, standing behind Jake, not drawing attention to yourself.
That changed the moment Jake slapped Gitae’s hand away. You placed a hand on Jake’s shoulder, ready to talk some sense into him and hopefully deter a fight.
“Jake! Wait a minute—maybe don’t upset the man with an axe who’s holding a SEVERED ARM!!!” you emphasized.
Gitae’s eyes turned and stared blankly into your soul. You grabbed onto Jake’s arm like it might somehow protect you.
Despite his size, Gitae moved fast, placing his hands on your shoulders and shoving you back, forcing you to release your grip on Jake.
Jake’s guard was up now, body shifting into a fighting stance.
Gitae stared down at you, gears turning in his head as he tried to place a name to your face. Then an epiphany struck, and a wide grin spread across his face.
“I was wondering why you looked familiar! You’re that girl from back then. You still have my number in your phone, right? You never called—but then again, neither did I. Isn't it funny how I remembered you better than I did my own brother?”
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” That was the only noise you could manage. Call yourself delusional, but your brain short-circuited the second he got close. Oh no. You were still down bad, even after all this time.
“What was your name again? (W/N)? No, it was (Y/N)! Yes, (Y/N)! It’s a shame, really. My father was blinded by romance and lost his former glory. Looking at you, I wonder if this is how he felt. I can see the compelling reason behind his actions now—but I can’t let myself be swayed.”
With that, one hand left your shoulder and rose into the air—an axe in its grasp.
Oh. So that’s what he meant by not being swayed. He was going to get rid of you before you could influence him the way women influenced Gapryong Kim.
You swore you heard Jake scream, but before you could think further, the sound of the axe descending forced your eyes shut.
But pain didn’t greet you.
You opened your eyes and found the axe mere centimeters from your neck.
“Oh? What’s this? I can’t seem to cut you down. Now this is a problem,” Gitae muttered as you tried to step back, but the grip on your other shoulder held you firmly in place.
Stone-cold eyes pierced you as the axe lowered and came to rest at Gitae’s side. He leaned in close, his face just centimeters from yours. You felt his warm breath on your skin. You wanted to close your eyes but couldn’t.
“I didn’t think I could like you more than I already did—but look! I like you so much, I can’t kill you! Isn’t it amazing? I suppose the revival of the old generation can happen even with one or two changes.”
His grip on your shoulder tightened. His gaze darkened. A shadow passed over his face, masking everything but his eyes. Whatever he was thinking, you couldn’t tell.
It was petrifying.
Time passed in a blur as police officers and medics moved around you, but Gitae’s hand on your shoulder kept you grounded.
Only Jake's concerned voice snapped you out of your daze. You finally noticed your surroundings. Gitae Kim was being placed in a police car—no, it looked more like the police were his personal chauffeurs.
“I'll call you this time,” Gitae said, before getting into the car.
As the vehicle disappeared from view, you collapsed to your knees, exhausted by the overwhelming presence that had just been towering over you.
Gitae Kim. Or was it Kitae Kim? No—you were certain it was the former. Oh well. You could always ask when he called.
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Hey........Hey, How Y'all doing. Let's pretend I consistently post and stay upto date on Lookism. Definitely not like a month late in posting this.
It's me though, just with a new pfp. Look through my masterlist if you don't believe me.
Zanye X Reader
Word Count: 1328
Note: Angst with Comfort. Teaser published under title of Oxygen
Summary: An extension to the ending of Death & Rebirth, Snow Faded at Dawn
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“I’m certain that if I were to truly hurt you one day…It would be the greatest regret of my life”.
The words settled in the silence that made the cemetary more dreary. Anguish filled your being as silence was the only response you could give to his words.
The distance between you and Zayne stretched wider than oceans, vaster than the skies. Despite being able to see each other physically, the two of you were in completely different mindsets, yet you both had the same thought in mind.
To preserve the happiness and life of the other.
Zayne’s words echoed the choice he’d made — to leave you behind for your own good, believing that absence could shield you better than his presence.
But why couldn’t you voice it in the way that Zayne could? Why, despite all you had been through, did you find it more difficult than all of it to express the feelings that had dwelled and culminated within you.
Feelings that, if freed, might lift the growing weight of sorrow from your shoulders.
Oh how these feelings for this man consumed and swirled around inside you. They threaten to break free and shatter what you know as you. One who is ready to provide, protect and do whatever else to keep him close.
How could love bring such happiness and heartbreak in the same breath? How could you grieve for someone who you never actually asked to be yours?
Perhaps it was best to allow Zayne to have what he wanted. A world where he lived, thinking he was protecting you yet it only hurt you. But you would, or rather could, never let him know.
You, like him, were ready to put your feelings and very being on the line to ensure the other’s survival, even if it meant neither of you were actually living well, only claiming so.
Despite the thoughts and words that rested on the tip of your tongue, you felt sick thinking of giving up the man in front of you.
Swallowing the nerves down, your lips quivered as you tried to force the words up and out your mouth. To give Zayne the peace of believing he was right — but your lips wouldn’t stop trembling.
Zayne’s back is to you. Still. Silent. Shoulders stiff. He’s fighting his own battle. You hear it — the tremble in his voice, soft but unmistakable, as he finally speaks again.
“I’ve already lived years of regret for my mistake as a child. I…I can not imagine a life without you, but if it allows me to stop hurting you, I am willing to do so.”
As he took a step away, the resistance inside you shattered and your feet moved as your heart and mind synced.
Zayne felt his body stop, thinking for a second his evol took over. Instead, he is greeted by the warmth of you against his back, face nuzzling it as your arms squeezed around his waist.
“Did you ever think about me? What about what I want? Zayne, you are being so selfish right now.”
Your words were sharp, but your voice betrayed your mind and followed your heart. You could never truly mean those words, but the frustration of him leaving and the desperation to prevent it ran strong throughout you.
“Selfish?” He questioned, unsure of what you meant.
“How can you speak about what is best for me without actually talking to me about it? If your greatest regret is hurting me, then mine is letting you walk away right now.”
Zayne’s eyes widened at your words, and his body became stone. Despite normally being the more rational of you two, he still had his over sights.
He just wanted what was best for you. Or so he thought.
When a wet feeling greeted his back, along with soft hiccups, Zayne turned around to see tears slowly falling down your face. He reached a hand up, gently caressing a cheek and his thumb moved, wiping a tear away.
“Don't cry.”
“Promise me you won't cry.”
Through tear soaked eyes, you made out his face. You couldn't tell if his words were to comfort you, or prevent himself from joining your sorrow.
“Don't leave.” You spoke. Biting your lip, trying to prevent the tears from flowing further but failing.
“Promise me you won't leave.” The tone of your words mirrored his, except yours could never hold the amount of desperation his words did.
Zayne closed his eyes, unable to withstand the pain on your face. They only opened again once he felt your hand upon his that rested over your cheek.
Your free hand also moved to grab his and bring it over your heart, holding it there.
“My heart only beats like this for you. Not just because you are my doctor, but because I care for you in a way that nobody else could comprehend. I understand that you wish to stray away in order to protect me from further harm. But please reconsider. I can handle the pain, as long as you are with me. However, the moment that you are gone, I just know, I could not live with myself knowing we are both in such states of misery.”
You took a breath, stabilizing yourself.
“Neither of us can be pain free, no matter what situation we end up in. But I do know that as long as you are with me, the pain will be worth it.”
Zayne's eyes watered a bit, but he kept his composure. It collapsed however when you spoke your next words.
“I want to be with you wherever you go. No matter what steps you take, I want mine to match. To the ends of Earth and back, until our beings cease to exist, I want to be by your side.”
Your hands fall to your sides as Zayne’s remains where yours used to be. You shut your eyes, afraid.
That fear washes away when the hand that rested over your heart moves to grab your hand, holding it tightly.
Your eyes open to see Zayne looking down at your face, a small smile on his face as his eyes filled with affection.
His smooth voice brings you back from admiring him.
“How…How could I leave, knowing the lengths you would go. I am being selfish, aren't I? Putting such pain onto your already fragile heart.”
“No, I didn't mean it. You aren't selfish, I am! With my selfish being, please, let me take the suffering that burdens you.”
The smile on his face grew as he brought the back of your hand to his lips, kissing it.
“Let's go.”
Those words took you off guard. The gears in your head turn quickly as you move to stand beside him, gripping his hand tight as you lean your head against his shoulder.
It was in the moment that you and Zayne realised that the other suffering alone was far worse than you both suffering together. Taking a breath, you answer his previous statement, with a question.
“Where do you want to go?”
His gaze softened even more as he began to walk slowly, you in stride beside him.
“A place where the girl I love doesn’t have to be brave on her own. Where would you like to go?”
The silence similar to the one that started this event came back to you. His words echoed in your mind.
“I’m certain that if I were to truly hurt you one day…It would be the greatest regret of my life”.
Quickly you made up your mind. Turning to face Zayne with your now tear stained cheeks, a genuine smile crossed your face.
“A place where we would have no regrets. Somewhere that will let you stay with me, even if I need to stop time.”
The crunch of footsteps were all that remained as two sets of footprints set off in search of a place to fulfil both desires.
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Infold, That was RUDE! And to drop that main story at the same time as MOF rerun...they knew what they were doing.
Teaser link
Zanye X Reader
Word Count: 239 (longer in draft)
Note: WIP, feedback is appreciated
Summary: An extension to the ending of Death & Rebirth, Snow Faded at Dawn
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“I’m certain that if I were to truly hurt you one day…It would be the greatest regret of my life”.
The words settled in the silence that made the cemetary more dreary. Anguish filled your being as silence was the only response you could give to his words.
The distance between you and Zayne stretched wider than oceans, vaster than the skies. Despite being able to see each other physically, the two of you were in completely different mindsets, yet you both had the same thought in mind.
To preserve the happiness and life of the other.
Zayne’s words echoed the choice he’d made — to leave you behind for your own good, believing that absence could shield you better than his presence
But why couldn’t you voice it in the way that Zayne could? Why, despite all you had been through, did you find it more difficult than all of that to express the feelings that had dwelled and culminated within you.
Feelings that, if freed, might lift the growing weight of sorrow from your shoulders.
Oh how these feelings for this man consumed and swirled around inside you. They threaten to break free and shatter what you know as you. One who is ready to provide, protect and do whatever else to keep him close.
How could love bring such happiness and heartbreak in the same breath? How could you grieve for someone who was never fully yours?
Seongji Yuk x Reader
Word Count:1689
Note: Based of The Bolter by Taylor Swift
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By all accounts, he almost drowned
When he was six in frigid water
And I can confirm he made
A curious child, ever reviled
By everyone except his own master
Seongji’s life wasn’t good. He often thought he didn’t deserve it, having survived by pure luck. His life should have ended in the sea, those many years ago. It was by pure chance that his master found him, causing him to start anew, with a more lacklustre appreciation of his newfound freedom.
No. It wasn’t freedom. He was still bound by the memories, by the trauma inflicted on him by the Shaman. The townspeople. It haunted him so badly that he couldn’t be around anyone, choosing to seclude himself.
‘Who could understand such a life?’ he often thought, as rain would patter against the aluminum plating of the shack he called home. A gloomy sky reflects his mood. He truly did think nobody could relate. Until he was met…
With a quite bewitching face
Splendidly selfish, charmingly helpless
Excellent fun 'til you get to know her
Then she runs like it's a race
(Y/N) was not from around there. That much was obvious. She had an aura that Seongji had never seen in that sullen town before. The first time he had seen her, his first reaction was to run. Yet he didn’t.
She was in the water, dead eyes stared back at him, and a familiar feeling rose in Seongji. It was similar to him. He stared at the girl, unsure of what to say. He was captivated, yet scared. That familiar contracting around his throat began, yet it stopped almost immediately after. Her eyes weren’t dead, they were determined.
“What’s your name?” It was the first words he had spoken to her. A genuine interest in someone else. She stared back for a moment, before greeting him with her voice.
“(Y/N) (L/N)”
Seongji soon learned that…
Behind her back, the townsmen laughed
And they nicknamed her “The Bolter”
It was befitting. She bolted every chance she got away from the Shaman’s house, only to return eventually. That first meeting ended with a snap of a twig triggering her to run, the water crescendoing around her.
He learned more about her every time he saw her. The first meeting was the name. Second, was age. Third was her favourite colour. Tenth was her favourite animal. Nineteenth he learned her favourite word.
The 30th meeting was when he finally learned who she truly was. Parents from far away, influenced by the Shaman's teachings moved to Cheonliang to become a part of his group, dragging the poor girl along. It was shortly after he left the cult that she joined.
She was a servant, yet also an entertainer, an object of attraction for the Shaman and his guests. Something for them to look at and be pleased, yet not touch, for it was a sin to ruin something so perfect. Her beauty was something he couldn’t deny, yet his disgust of the town grew upon further knowledge of what occurred.
The fifty-third meeting was when things took a turn. They were close, for them, it was Seongji and (Y/N) against the world. It was a wonder when it would get taken to the next step. Holding hands, leaning into each other, heads rested upon shoulders, were gradually added to their run-ins. That fifty-third meeting…
Started with a kiss
"Oh, we must stop meeting like this"
But it always ends up with a Town Car speeding
Out the drive one evening
If there was one thing Seongji hated, it was how short the meetings were. Scratch that.
If there was one thing Seongji hated, it was a Shaman. The cause of all his problems was also the cause of her problems. Another similarity the two shared.
It was like she had an internal alarm, knowing exactly when she needed to return to that wretched place. The cycle was one she was used to, the same rinse and repeat. It started with a disagreement and…
Ended with the slam of a door
Then he'll call her a whore
Wish she wouldn't be sore
But as she was leaving
It felt like breathing
Whenever she came back, he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Deep inside he held the fear that one day she may never return.
Every time that damned Shaman and his men dragged her back, or she chose to return for some unknown reason…
All his fuckin' lives
Flashed before his eyes
It feels like the time
He fell through the ice
Then came out alive
(Y/N) had one single thought when she first met the Shaman…
He was a cad, wanted her bad
Just like any good trophy hunter
(Y/N) was cautious normally, but with Seongji, she let her guard down. She never would have stayed in the water if it were anyone else. The cold made her acutely aware of her surroundings, but somehow, he slipped past her.
It wasn’t until the man was staring down at her, did she realize he was even there.
The monster of the mountain. (Y/N) was warned to never go into the mountain, or else she would encounter a monster. But, would a monster be so beautiful?
Despite leaving in a hurry, she came back. She kept coming back, over and over again. Every meeting she felt herself being drawn to Seongji in ways she could never explain. She got bold, grabbing onto his hand, hugging him, resting against his broad shoulder.
The first kiss was magical…
And she likes the way it tastes
Taming a bear, making him care
Watching him jump then pulling him under
And at first blush, this is fate
Becoming a caregiver to the children that Seongji had unwillingly collected was something she enjoyed. Especially with how vastly different they each were. Teasing Vin Jin was fun, Mary was around for girl talk, and the boys all together treated her like a big sister.
Life is good…
When it's all roses, portrait poses
Central Park Lake in tiny rowboats
What a charming Saturday
When Sujin appeared, she instantly recognized her. A young girl in a similar predicament as her own. A generational problem of that damn Shaman’s family, she thought.
She bit her lip and her palms were sweaty, an unpleasant feeling crept up on her…
That's when she sees the littlest leaks
Down in the floorboards
It was that familiar feeling in her…
And she just knows
She must bolt
Like every time they met, it…
Started with a kiss
"Oh, we must stop meeting like this"
But it always ends up with a Town Car speeding
Out the drive one evening
It was bad this time. Vin Jin had stormed into the temple, with an unparalleled rage. She bolted after him, desperate to prevent something tragic from occurring.
What did she think would happen? Something different? No. It was the same rinse and repeat like always. It…
Ended with the slam of a door
Then he'll call her a whore
Wish she wouldn't be sore
But as she was leaving
It felt like breathing
Her world came crashing down once she freed herself from the room she was locked in. As she stared at the scene in front of her, the expression on her face was one of pure hopelessness. Seongji was beaten, folded on the ground several meters in front of her, missing two fingers and two toes.
The shaman’s words were fuzzy in her head, as…
All her fuckin' lives
Flashed before her eyes
It feels like the time
She fell through the ice
Then came out alive
The conclusion didn’t fully register until it was all over and they had safely returned to the mountain. It was finally happening. She was free.
As things slowly settled down, the short moments became longer, and the bond became stronger. It was exciting to tell the stories and tales of her life. The Cheonliang family gathered and enjoyed it as she explained…
She's been many places with
Men of many faces
First, they're off to the races
And she's laughing drawin' aces
Seongji had doubts at first. Was everything okay now? He knew he would have to leave, but he didn’t want to leave (Y/N) behind. Deciding to be a bit selfish for once, Seongji decided he couldn’t bear to be apart from her ever again.
“Let’s leave. In a few days from now, let’s meet up at the town’s entrance and leave.”
They both had doubts about how things were in that cursed town…
But, none of it is changin'
That the chariot is waitin'
Hearts are hers for the breakin'
There's escape in escaping
Every word…
Started with a kiss
"Oh, we must stop meeting like this"
But it always ends up with a Town Car speeding
Out the drive one evening
The family gathered and waited with bated breath, hoping for good news. The voices inside the shack came to a quiet. The children’s snooping soon…
Ended with the slam of a door
But she's got the best stories
You can be sure
That as she was leaving
It felt like freedom
Despite what she wanted and what they planned, it didn’t happen. Of course, the Shaman came between them one last time. In the form of his son.
The water greeted him. The sea that had once saved him. He was here to return the life it had given him...
All his fuckin' lives
Flashed before his eyes
She waited, hoping that the worries deep in her mind were unfounded. But despite her best efforts, the man’s arrival never came. Overthinking was a sign of trouble, and at a sign of trouble, she bolted. It’s what she did best.
(And she realized)
Embracing the sea that had once embraced him, he is reminded one last time…
It feels like the time
He fell through the ice
After the final struggle that damned town put them through, neither he nor she is aware if the other…
Then came out alive
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I took over a month off and cut you bitches some slack. Tell a friend to tell a friend, heh, I'm baaaaaaaack.
I'm alive, and will be veeeeeeeerrrry slowly posting out stories I've been writting. Cheonliang arc is probably my favourite arc in Lookism, and I've always wanted to write a story about it.
If anyone were to be interested in it, I would be happy to create a small series where I break down my writings and explain moments that may be confusing. I had a lot of thoughts when writing this one and I hope that you enjoy it as much as I did writing it.
You could do James Lee x female reader, with the reader being Gun's twin sister and coming to Korea with him and falling in love with James, if you can do it from the past to the present moment
Identity
James Lee/Dg x Reader
Word Count: 1464
Note: I'm alive (also feels weird to just type James so he is always just James Lee)
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You had come to Korea with your brother, escaping the harsh climate of the Yamazaki clan. Now, after being here for a while, you found yourself outside a prison, waiting on your twin's release.
Gun Park, the man who shared your exact DNA had planned something while inside the detention centre. As he exited the facility, he was glad to be greeted by you, although he didn't show it.
As you babbled away about everything he missed, catching him up on your life, another man appeared, interrupting the conversation.
Charles Choi, the man your brother had now dedicated his life to, stood in front of you two, talking to Gun about the plan. You barely managed to follow along before finding yourself chasing after Gun, demanding an explanation.
Gun had not only changed physically in the prison but mentally as well.
That is what led you to the current predicament. Having followed Gun’s lead (which was following Charles Choi’s lead), you found yourself staring at a strange sight. Your brother is fighting a man named Goo Kim. There were two things strange about this fight.
Your brother was losing
He was also getting excited at the fighting
You turned away once his shirt came off, but turned back around at the sound of a voice. Your eyes locked with his confident ones. The smirk on his face was highlighted with the lollipop on his mouth. This was the first time you met James Lee, and your breath was taken away.
…
You found yourself in a small shack. It was actually barely a shack with how the boards were falling off the exterior, but it wasn't your place so not your problem.
It was in this eroded shack that you discovered more of Charles Choi's plan, and how that exactly included the people around you. Your brother, the blonde he fought, yourself and James Lee. You couldn't stop staring at James Lee, he was the most interesting of the bunch.
From then on, you found yourself going on ‘missions’ with him. You were separated from your brother again, although this time, you didn't mind as much. James Lee was an interesting individual. You wanted to study him, observe the man, and become aware of the whys of his habits.
It wasn’t that difficult to study James Lee. He was a very…expressive man. Not in the sense that he displayed a wide range of emotions, but more in the sense that he wasn’t afraid to express what he was thinking.
On one of your first tasks together, you had become the victim of a minor injury after a desperate man threw a glass bottle at James. Of course, it missed and landed near you, cutting your ankle a bit. After dealing with the man, James Lee kneeled down to inspect the wound.
“This is why I should go on these alone.” His tone was serious. “It might scar.”
“I guess I’ll have a battle wound to match my brother. Although it won't be as bad as his.” You say half joking. You didn’t particularly care about being scared, after all, it was on your ankle, and nobody would know it was there. "Nobody will know."
“I’ll know” You didn’t understand why James Lee cared so much.
…
The relationship between the two of you deepened after that. Despite his persistent complaining about you tagging along, it was noted that he seemed more efficient when you were present. Showing off perhaps? No, that’s not possible.
You sat on the floor, examining the so-called ‘game plan’ Eugene had made up. As the door opened, James Lee strutted in before laying down close to you.
“Want one?” He asks, hand extending a lollipop towards you.
You muttered a small thank you, barely taking your eyes off the paper, as you took the lollipop from his hand. Or, well, tried too. He moved his hand back just before you made contact with the lollipop.
Finally looking up, you noted the playful smirk on his face. Ah, so he was planning on teasing you today, two can play at that game.
“Come on, take it” He waved the lollipop around, pulling it back every time you got close to snatching it away.
Puffing out your cheeks, you decided it was time to mess with James Lee. Lunging forward, you grabbed onto the lollipop, a victorious smile crossing your face. Unfortunately, this lunge caused you to lose balance, leading to you crashing into James Lee’s chest.
His arms moved, one falling back to catch himself, and the other wrapping around your waist pulling you into his body. You stared up at him, mischief in your eyes as you waved the lollipop around.
“What’s the problem? Didn’t expect that, did you?”
You swore you saw his cheeks turn pink before he regained his overconfident demeanour.
“Well maybe I did”
You stared at each other, taking in the other. Both of you noted characteristics you never knew before, maybe even moving a bit closer to each other. Your lips moved, hovering over his, waiting for a sign to tell you that you were misunderstanding his words.
His lips moved to touch yours, a gentle action in stark contrast to his usual demenour. It lasts for a few seconds, but once you pulled away, you were certain that both his and your cheeks were pink.
But the moment had to come to an end as the door swung open, and in walked Goo and Gun, with your brother having a displeased look on his face at the scene in front of him.
It wasn’t until a few months later, when James Lee came back from a solo mission, that a moment like the one before was recreated.
...
Cheonliang changed something between you two. Although you never went, you could tell something was different. You were changing, but this time, he was as well.
“Woah, that guy sounded like a real piece of work. Lucky you. You managed to disassemble the kings, now what’s gonna happen?” You ask, curiosity tainting your words. You were lying on your side on the couch, facing James Lee, who sat on a chair across from you, feet propped up and signature lollipop between his lips.
Even though you normally kept up to date on the people close to you, Charles Choi made that difficult when it came to James Lee.
“I’m changing my identity. I’m becoming an idol.” He spoke like it was the most obvious thing ever.
You stared at him for a moment before laughter crept up on you.
“Hahaha, when have you ever been this funny? Seriously what’s gonna happen now.” You spoke between bouts of giggles, wiping a tear away.
“I am being serious, I’m changing my identity and becoming an idol. Charles Choi’s idea.” You knew he was serious this time, but you couldn’t help but poke more fun at him.
“Ah seriously, that is hilarious. I can just picture you going on a variety show and doing aegyo. Ah, really, I can’t wait.” Now you had a smile on your face, clearly taking joy from his predicament.
“Hey stop laughing! I have to get rid of everything, past and all. We have to act like we don’t know each other, understand?”
“Ah, really? What a relief. I can finally relax after all these stressful missions with you.” You move exaggeratedly, sitting up and stretching your arms out before placing them behind your head. You fall back onto the couch, bouncing against the cushions.
“Stop joking. Even if I have to get rid of my past, I don’t wanna get rid of what I feel for you.”
That made you pause for a moment. You couldn’t deny how close you were to the redhead. A closeness that others had pointed out. Mainly Goo, but he teased you about everything so does that really count?
The once playful conversation had now turned serious.
“It’s not like either of us are leaving. You can probably keep some of the old you.”
“Still, to rewrite myself I gotta change things. What if you don’t like the new me?”
“I guess we will have to find that out. Although I doubt you can truly get rid of your old self. Either way, I’ll still like you the same. Maybe I'll like you even more than I already do.” You said with a closed-eyed smile.
“Well then today I start as a new man, an idol.”
“Well then…Oh my god! Are you an idol? I recognize you! I’m (y/n), I’m a fan.” A big smile was on your face. He looked at you, a smile also crossed his normally serious face. Not a sarcastic or cocky one, but one of joy.
“It’s nice to meet you, I’m DG"
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First of all, sorry for the time it took to write this, I’ve been busy the past couple of weeks. To make up for it I wrote quite a bit more than I usually would.
Secondly, I know it requested up until the present but that’s a lot of material to cover so I just wrote it up to the point he changed identities.
My third point is that I will be going on hiatus until further notice for a multitude of reasons. This was the last of my requests to finish and it took me a while to complete it. I’ve had some ideas for fanfics to write and I want to put aside as much time as I need to write those ideas down.
Forgive any grammar and spelling mistakes. Till the next fic.
Gitae Kim x Reader *NSFW*
Word count:1169 *nice*
Warnings: Smut
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Blankly flipping through channels, you found yourself spacing out, not paying attention to what the TV was playing. It had been over a month since you last saw Gitae, who was away on some cartel business. You didn’t exactly know what to expect during his month-long venture, certainly at least one phone call.
But no, not even a simple hello text. You suppose it was to be expected, afterall, Gitae didn’t scream great communication skills, no matter your relationship. What even was your relationship? You had been seeing him for months now, but had never put a label on it.
You still never labelled it, even after you moved into his luxurious apartment and had locals know you by names like “Gitae’s girl”. It upset you a bit, you wanted to call it something other than just seeing each other. So here you sat, over a month since you last saw him, on his couch, in his apartment, wearing his shirt. You felt a bit pathetic.
Pathetic for clinging onto something that he clearly didn’t view the same way you did. If he did, he would have called or texted.
And if you paid attention, you would have realized that the door had opened, that instead of wasting time taking his shoes off at the door, he looked for you. If you paid attention, you wouldn’t have been so shocked when his arms wrapped around you, holding you so tight, you couldn’t breathe.
“Wha- Gitae!? You’re back?” You phrased every word like it was a question. Unsure if what you were seeing was true.
As he pulled away, he stared at you, rare emotions swirling in his eyes.
“I just got back.”
You took in his appearance, noting a slight shake in his breathing, almost as if he rushed to get here. No, that isn’t the case. But the more you look at him, the more you can’t deny, his unkempt hair, shoes still on, did he really rush to see you?
“You came straight here? Why?”
It was more of a question for yourself. Why did he bother coming back here first? Normally, he would have headed to the cartel hideout first before returning home. But those trips were never a month long.
That is what changed it this time. Gitae knew that when he went away for a few days, he would see you soon after. Why should he rush back? This time however, it was a month away from you. Neither you nor he would have realised how much he would miss you. So much so, that when he returned, you were his first stop.
His lips pressed against your neck as he moved to face you. His shoes were now kicked off and you found yourself laying down on the couch, Gitae hovering over you.
Between kisses pressed against your jaw and neck, Gitae's deep voice radiated through you. The vibrations sent a tingle down your spine, one you hadn't felt in a while.
“I missed you”
His lips moved, capturing yours. He moved his lips rough against yours, but there was still a gentleness there. More like a longing or passion.
His hands moved lower, grabbing onto your shorts, slowly pulling them down. You didn't stop him. In fact, you wanted this to go farther.
He had come to see you right away? He did care more than you thought. Your fingers jumbled with the buttons on his shirt, trying to undo them as quickly as possible.
As soon as you got to the last button, his shirt was off swiftly, discarded on the floor somewhere with your shorts.
His fingers moved around your underwear, playing with your clothed folds. It always felt so good. Your breathy moans told him so.
Soon enough, your underwear was thrown somewhere and a finger travelled between your legs, swiping up your wetness.
Your breath got caught in your throat as Gitae placed a finger inside you, moving in and out at just the right place. Your hands clung onto his shoulders as your back arched.
Another finger was added and the pace picked up. Your noises became louder and soon enough, your climax reached its peak, crashing down on you.
You took a moment to catch your breath as Gitae pulled his fingers out, kissing you again. You took a sharp breath in when you felt his large member line up with your hole. It had been over a month since you last did it. Would it still fit?
It was slow and the stretch killed you, but once Gitae was fully inside, you couldn't deny how good it felt. He barely allowed you a moment to adjust before slamming into you again and again.
Your, well his shirt, had risen above your breasts, bouncing with every thrust. One hand moved to play with one nipple, while his mouth worked on the other. The noises you made sounded heavenly to him, something he missed while away.
Pulling away from your breasts, Gitae focused on thrusting in and out harder. He was memorized by the scene. You beneath him, pressed into the couch, boobs bouncing with each thrust, sweat building on you body as you took his cock like the good girl you were.
He loved the way you looked, with juices flowing down your legs as you got wetter with each thrust. He moved your legs, placing your knees by your shoulders, letting him get a better view.
You moan louder as the change in positions hit places that only Gitae could ever touch. The pressure quickly built up within you, a release was coming soon. For both of you.
“Cum on my cock (y/n). Let me show you how much I've missed you”
His words sent you over the edge as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Stars was all you saw as the pleasure reached every inch of your body, flowing intensely.
Just as you were coming down, Gitae reached his own climax, sending a few messy thrusts into you before exploding. His milky white cream coated your walls and you both laid there panting, catching your breaths.
A passionate kiss was shared between the two of you as Gitae pulled out and switched your positions. He was now laying on the couch and you on top of him. His finger played with your hair as your moves aimlessly on his chest, moving to trace his well defined abs.
“I didn't think you were gonna come here right when you came back. Sometimes I think you have other girls besides me.”
You knew he wouldn't normally entertain such silly thoughts, normally choosing to ignore them. After sex however, he usually became more talkative, or well, more willing to answer.
“I don't need nobody else when it feels this good”
He didn't elaborate on what it was, the sex or the relationship.
He knew he didn't need to clarify. Afterall, why waste words when he could just show you what he meant.
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Wrapping up the year with a Gitae fic, just like how I started writing this year.
My first attempts at a smut. If you cringed, don't worry, I also did while writing this. Please forgive any mistakes, I wrote this very late at night.
Hiii can i ask for fluff goo please!! One that full of cuddles, kisses, teasing e/o, playing with his hair, etc on his day off♡♡♡ thank youu
Lazy Baby
Goo Kim x Reader
Word count:326
Note: Loosely based on Lazy Baby by Tzuyu (Ft. pH-1)
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An annoying alarm rang out, waking you up from your peaceful slumber. Your hand flails about, trying to silence the persistent ringing. Finally, after what felt like forever, you managed to silence it, although now you were awake.
Sitting up, you turn to look at your side, where Goo remained, still peacefully sleeping. It wasn’t fair, it was his alarm that rang, why didn’t he wake up? Deciding to make things even, you move yourself on top of Goo, squishing him.
He let out a whine as the movement woke him up, causing him to fuss a bit.
“(Y/n), why?”
You planted kisses all over his face, before moving to lay beside him, head resting on his chest.
“Your alarm woke me up. Again. I can’t fall asleep once I’ve woken up, you know that. I just wanna sleep and do nothing.”
You had a pout as you spoke, finger poking at his cheek. He looked annoyed for a moment, before copying your actions, pouting, and poking your cheek.
“My poor baby. All you do is eat, play and rest. What a tough, tiring life.” He mocks.
“Hey, staring blankly and chilling are my best skills. A guilty pleasure if you will. Just for today, I’m a lazy baby.” Your hand had moved to ruffle Goo’s hair as you spoke.
Goo, with a mischievous smile on his face, moved swiftly. His arms wrapped around you as he rolled you over, now pressing all of his weight on top of you. Trapped, you let out bouts of laughter and playful yelps as he attacks you with kisses.
“Everyday you're a lazy baby. I might regret it tomorrow but your guilty pleasure feels so nice. Let’s do nothing”
That earned a small “yippee” from you, as you snuggled into Goo’s side, who turned the TV on. You won’t worry about anything now, just watch some TV.
“What shall we watch?”
“Right now? I need a comedy show”
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A short and sweet one, it was fun writing. Goo is so silly so anything is possible with him. If all goes according to plans, I have one more fic coming out before the year ends.
Featuring: Gun Park, Goo Kim, DG/James Lee, Jibeom + Jihan Kwak & Hudson Ahn
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Gun Park
He called you to his house, well, if you could call it a house. You actually wouldn’t, it’s really more of a shack, but let’s not digress. You were glad you bundled up, the chill of December’s air prickled your skin. Looking over at Gun, you couldn’t figure out how the man was shirtless right now.
Perhaps it was because he was so focused on the task at hand that he didn’t register the temperature. His hand moved carefully, carving away at the wood he held. The only sound heard was the knife scraping, shaving away to make a shape.
It wasn’t until Gun put the knife down, that you even realized he was done. He took a moment, turning the wooden statue around, scanning for imperfections, before handing it towards you.
You grabbed the stature, following Gun’s lead, and admiring the statue. It took a few seconds, but you noticed how familiar the statue looked. Gun watched as the gears turned in your head, happy that you recognized what he was trying to make.
He carved a little statue of you.
The silence between you two continued as you admired how good the statue looked. No thanks were needed from you, Gun knew you appreciated it. He could tell by the sparkle in your eyes.
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Goo Kim
“Hey, HEY BE GENTLE! I got that limited edition and I am letting you hold it, be grateful.” Goo’s voice somehow was more high pitched than usual. He was also being more dramatic than usual.
He hadn’t even let you hold the gift he got you before yelling about how you needed to take care of it. His hands held a precious manga, one that you had mentioned you would like to read.
It was difficult to find the first volume due to the older age of the series. When you did find the manga, it was quite a hefty price. Lucky you that the man in front of you happens to own the first volume and was graciously gifting it to you.
If he got over his fit though.
Despite saying he was gifting it to you, he refused to even let it go, holding the manga close to his chest like a child would when asked to share their toy. Goo did act like a child.
“Goo give me the manga, you said it was my gift, stop hogging” You spoke, lunging forward, hands grabbing onto the manga, tugging it towards you.
Despite this, Goo didn’t let go, leading to a tug of war between the two of you for the manga.
“Let go!”
“No it was mine first, I don’t have to give it to you”
“Are you kidding me, I’m telling Gun!”
“TATTLETALE”
“YAAAA” “YAAA”
Now you both sounded like children.
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DG/James Lee
DG had thought long and hard about what to give you. Like with everything he did, he planned out every scenario. How would you react to this or would this feel important enough to you?
For a secret santa, he was taking it very seriously. If he were still James Lee, he would have just thrown you a lollipop before walking away. But no, he was no longer that teenager who went about excelling at everything with little effort. He wasn’t about to half ass your gift.
Which brought him to the current dilemma. He had handed you the gift, the one he had spent much thought on, only to be greeted by disapproval on your face.
Disappointment was a better word to describe the emotions you felt when you opened the gift. This man, who was a successful Kpop idol and owned a company, got you an album. His album. His signed album.
He didn’t even write a special message on it, just his stupid signature.
You look at him, lips pressed thin and eyes squinted, shaking your head back and forth. You were clearly disappointed.
“You know, a signed album only means something if you actually listen to that person’s music. But thanks, I’ll sell this for lots of money.”
Ah, he should have just got you money. That was the obvious choice.
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Jibeom & Jihan Kwak
Turns out, the Jibeom & Jihan decided it would be best to team up for secret santa. Afterall, what’s better than getting one gift from two people? Probably getting two gifts from two people but let’s not complain.
It took the two brother’s a lot of thinking to figure out what to get you. They didn’t even ask Jichang for help!
You wish they did.
They stood, side by side in front of you, hiding something behind their back. Each of them had a smile, well, smirk, on their face.
“Close your eyes and hold out your hands” Jihan tells you, so you do.
“This gift is great to take a bath with. The nutrients soak right into your skin.” Jibeom informs you, as your gift is placed in your hands.
You let out a scream as you opened your eyes to see what they had given you.
A snake. A dead snake, but it was still a snake.
You threw your hands up, launching the snake far away, almost prompting Jibeom to chase after it.
“Are you kidding me! What kind of gift is that?” Your yelling caused Jichang to emerge from the nearby building, quickly piecing together what had transpired.
Soon, the brother’s were on their knees, hands in the air, taking a scolding from Jichang about how terrible of a gift they got you. He made them promise to get you another, better, gift.
You didn’t trust them.
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Hudson Ahn
“So, what did you get me?” You eagerly ask, clapping your hands together in anticipation.
You didn’t notice the way Hudson swallowed his nerves. His calm demeanor remained on the outside, not showing a hint of worry. He had dragged you along to his master, Taesoo Ma’s, mountain. You assumed he was about to hand you the gift he got.
A little bird named Jacky told you Hudson pulled your name in the secret santa. You were excited to see what the gift would be. He didn’t appear to bring anything with him, so perhaps it was something small.
Taesoo read Hudson like a book, noting the boy's slight tells that showed he was worried. Hudson took a deep breath before facing you, attempting to pose cool. Ya know, legs spread, elbow on his knee, strong eye contact, nonchalant expression.
“In Ansan, no one comes close to your level, you are unique and exceptional. I am lucky to know you. I gift you 100 points, making you one of Ansan’s finest.”
Silence is all that followed as you and Taesoo just stared at the boy. The silence lasted a good minute, before you spoke.
“You forgot to get me anything and didn’t remember until I asked you, didn’t you?”
Again silence, until Hudson spoke again.
“Another 100 points”
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As you returned home, your eyes gazed over at the pile of gifts you had received for secret santa. The results were…results. You could have done better, maybe next time you will provide clearer rules and a wishlist so people actually get you something you want.
The real question though, is how did all these people manage to pull your name in secret santa?
You didn’t put it in 26 times for nothing.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Welcome to the final part of the secret santa. This was just a fun little series I wanted to do for the holiday's and I am happy with the way it turned out
Fun Facts about the series
I wrote the first three parts before I posted part 1. Part 4 was written while I published each part because I just couldn't figure out Goo or DG.
My favourite part to write was part 2 or 3
Part 4 was originally just going to include just Jihan and not Jibeom, but I decided it made the scenario more fun if I included both.
The very first character's part I wrote was Daniel's and the last was Goo's.
I think the hardest character to write for was DG.
The character I had the most fun writing were Jake, Samuel, Jerry, Gongseob, Jibeom/Jihan & Hudson.
Feliz Navidad - Secret Santa Part 3 (King's Edition)
Featuring: Jichang Kwak, Taesoo Ma, Seongji Yuk, Gitae Kim, Gongseob Ji, Seokdu Wang, Jaegyeon Na
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Jichang Kwak
Unfortunately, when someone has a job, it leaves them very little time to participate in something as silly as secret santa. Unfortunately, Jichang, the man you wanted to so desperately participate in secret santa, had a job.
You sat on a bench, pouting your lips. You really wanted Jichang to participate so you could rig it and give him a gift. Why can’t the gods do you a favour for once and let you cause some mischief.
You heard the crunch of boots against snow to your side, but decided to ignore it, too sad. Atleast, until a familiar voice spoke.
“Does me not participating in secret santa really make you that sad? Well then, I suppose I’ll have to participate next year, no matter how busy I am.”
Sitting up straight, Jichang was standing in front of you, a cigarette between his lips. You stared, at a loss for words. It only took him 5 seconds to see what was wrong with you. You felt stupid now knowing that even when he was busy, he made the time to come and find you. And you were just complaining about not being able to surprise him.
“It’s okay to be upset with me. I wanted to participate, but they needed me to work more hours. Come over for Christmas dinner though. We could use someone who actually knows how to cook” Jichang said, placing a hand on your head, ruffling your hair.
As he walked away, a deep red blush appeared on your face. You curled into a ball, letting out a scream.
“Ahhhhhh, how can such a man exist”
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Taesoo Ma
Taesoo’s large hands were covering your eyes as he led you to who knows where. Well…he did, he just wouldn't tell you. You had almost tripped a dozen times by now, getting more impatient with each step.
Finally you both came to a stop.
“Okay, you ready?” He grumbles out. His hands move away from your eyes and you stare in confusion.
In front of you was the wilderness, trees rustling with the wind. You stare up at Taesoo, waiting for an explanation on what was happening.
“You told me about how cool it is to own a mountain, so I got you your own.” He said, his voice dead serious.
Now that is not something you see everyday. You never thought this man would go out of his way to buy you something you had mentioned in passing a while ago. Your jaw was on the ground. In shock, at how much money this man actually had to buy multiple mountains.
Taesoo picks your jaw up, closing your mouth, before lecturing you a bit.
“Close your mouth or else you'll catch flies. Maybe I should have gifted you a smaller mountain.”
The mountain wasn't the problem.
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Seongji Yuk
You sat cross-legged, waiting for the treat Seongji had promised you. You know that he had limited money, so when he told you he got you anything at all, you were ecstatic.
A sweet smell lingered through the air, and a small crackle of sugar was heard. As Seongji handed you the finished product, he spoke, voice low yet clear.
“Wait for it to cool before you eat it. I don't wanna, or have the equipment, to deal with burns.”
The tanghulu was beautiful looking. The sugary syrup coated the fruit perfectly, not leaving a spot untouched. You waited patiently, both for it to cool, and for Seongji to join you.
“Sorry I couldn't give you anything else, I hope you enjoy this.” He said, sitting cross-legged next to you.
A smile crossed your face and you took the first bite, it was as good as it looked. Looking at Seongji, you spoke, excited, not thinking.
“Are you kidding me! What's better than a sweet treat with a sweet man”
You cringed at your words but he just smiled.
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Kim Gitae/Kitae
“Here”
It was one word but Gitae spoke it with authority, no room for arguments. He threw a package into your lap, causing you to fumble a bit. Picking it up, you examined it for a good minute before you asked what it was.
“Um…what is this?”
Curiosity tainted your tone as you continued to stare at the mysterious package. A small chuckle came from Gitae as he lit a cigarette. He took a puff before responding, amused at your reaction.
“Only the best of what I got. Use it or sell it, I really don't care, just don't go making a name for yourself with it.”
Oh…OH SHIT!
Your eyes widened at the new information. In what world did Gitae think drugs would make an amazing secret santa gift. Who even let him participate? Couldn't he have just bought you something with the drug money instead of making you work for it yourself?
“What the actual fuck Gitae! I’m dragging your ass down if I get caught with this” That earned you a hearty laugh.
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Gongseob Ji
Gongseob stood close to you, too close. Even when you side stepped, he followed, leaving almost no room between the two of you. Finally, you had enough and decided to ask what his deal was.
“What do you want?” It came off harsh but he didn't care.
“I'm your secret santa, exciting right?” His tongue was sticking out as he spoke.
“I got you an amazing gift, one of a kind.” He kept yapping on, but you drowned him out.
Your attention was brought back when you heard the sound of a zipper being undone. Looking down, you were greeted with Gongseob, who had started to pull out Gongseob junior. Oh fuck no!
“What the hell!” You exclaimed. How did he think his dick was a gift? Cocky man! This gift SUCKED!!!
You moved automatically, your form would make even the best boxers swoon at how good it looked. With speed never seen before, not even by him, your fist swung swiftly, yet hard, landing right on his family jewels.
He fell to the ground, clutching his damaged merchandise, moaning in pain. You let out a sigh before shaking your fist out. A smile grew on your face as you let out a laugh
“I take it back, that was an amazing gift.”
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Seokdu Wang
Seokdu pulled out your seat, allowing you to sit down before pushing the chair in. For such an unassuming and rough looking man, he sure knew his manners.
The food was served as soon as he sat down. An assortment of dishes scattered across the large table. This was quite the luxurious gift, one you weren't expecting from him.
“Thank you for the meal, everything looks amazing”
Your words held only the truth. Everything looked yummy. Looking at his plate, you noticed a salad, just a salad. Confused, you decided to ask about it.
“So…what's with the salad, you look like the type to eat raw meat.”
“I'm vegan.”
Ah, there always was a catch. Something you would never have assumed by looking at him. You decided to change the subject, to a more pressing matter.
“I wish you had told me what the gift was beforehand. I would have dressed up better to fit the vibes of this place. I look like a rat.”
You didn't actual look like a rat, you looked like wet rat who survived a hurricane. You were wearing sweatpants that hadn't been washed in weeks, a baggy sweater and your hair was all over the place.
“Don't worry about others seeing you. I booked the whole restaurant.”
How are all the king's so rich???
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Jaegyeon Na
“I've driven a million kilometers on it and it's still good as new, I swear.” Jaegyeon spoke, placing the car keys in your hand.
You look at the car he was gifting you and well normally you would have been crying tears of joy at the gift, you just stared, annoyed. Initial N, as he called it, was the ugliest car you've ever seen. And that was before whatever happened to it
Looking at it now, the front hood was smashed, and the roof was gone. It also smelled like piss, more so than usual. Did he think you were stupid.
“No” Is all you say, too insulted to speak otherwise. How dare this man try and give you an ugly car.
“What do you mean no? You can't say no to a gift, especially one as good as this one. Who else am I supposed to give this to?”
“Not my problem.” You tell the man, before walking away, done with the man and his ugly cars. You look back at the sound of crying. This man was hugging the car, telling it how special it was.
Well Jaegyeon was special, no doubt about that.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 4
Welcome to part three of the secret santa series! We have one more part to go! I'll give you a spolier in that in contains 5/6 characters and it will be posted on the 24th. It will be the last part of the secret santa series.
If you don't see your favourite character in this part, go check out the others!
All I Want For Christmas Is You - Secret Santa Part 2 (4 Crews Edition)
Featuring: Jake Kim, Johan Seong, Samuel Seo, Eugene & Jerry Kwon
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Jake Kim
Alone sat you and Jake, waiting for the kettle to boil. He had apologized multiple times for his gift, saying you deserved better, but that Big Deal didn't have the funding.
When he first handed you the package of ramen, he couldn't even look you in the eyes. He was embarrassed that it was all he could get. A silly package of spicy ramen. They ate ramen everyday. He wanted to give you something special, this wasn't it.
“I'm sorry I couldn't get you anything else, seriously.” He apologized once more.
To be honest however, this couldn't be a more perfect gift to you. It was just you and Jake, the rest of Big Deal was out, so it left the two of you to enjoy a moment of solitude.
“Damn it. Seriously, I'm sorr-”
“Don't apologize for this. I love it. I like being alone with you.”
You turn to look Jake directly in the eyes as you speak. Your face has a light blush over it. Jake looked taken aback for a moment before speaking again, flirting a bit.
“Is it too late to make this a date?”
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Johan Seong
Johan handed you a pair of sneakers about 3 sizes too big for you. They were clearly worn before and smelled like it too. You took the pair, holding them as far away from you as possible.
“Oh Johan…how…sweet” Is really all you can say.
It was sweet, if they weren't gonna fall off your feet if you tried to wear them. Looking at Johan however, he gave you puppy dog eyes, hoping you liked his gift.
Even with his limited finances, he found a way to gift you something.
“Johan, let's go get food, I'll pay”
You swore you saw his imaginary tail wagging back and forth.
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Samuel Seo
“Why the fuck would I get you anything? What have you done for me?”
Sameul spoke with a disgusted look on his face. Like, how dare you have the audacity to ask him if he got you for secret santa. Which he did!
“Well excuse me for asking if you did the task you were assigned.” You defended yourself.
You shook your head, at both the audacity of this man and how you shouldn't have expected anything less than this behaviour.
“You should be getting me a gift for how much of your shit I have to put up with”
The audacity grew.
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Eugene
Eugene stood in front of you with his usual close eyed smile. His hands were folded behind his back, while Mandeok held out a pair of keys to you.
You simply stared back, unsure of what the keys were for. Like with everything Eugene did, this had to come with a twist.
“Please (Y/n), accept the keys”
Eugene spoke in his disturbingly calm voice. With hesitation you took the keys, and when you did, Eugene's smile grew. Creepy.
“I'm so glad you accepted, now the car is downstairs, please arrive soon, we must leave quickly.”
That caused you to pause. Did he give you keys, to a car, just for you to drive him around?
“What? I am your chauffeur or something?” You question, joking a bit.
“Thank you for picking up on that so soon. I was worried you wouldn't have figured it out so quickly.”
You were just joking.
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Jerry Kwon
In Jerry's mind, each note was played with perfection. The meaning of the song was perfectly conveyed, displaying the genuine appreciation he had for you. His eyes were closed, waiting with anticipation to open them at the end and see your shocked face.
You did have a shocked look on your face, but not in the same sense Jerry was thinking. As he played, you winced everytime he would miss a note, but that didn't stop you from appreciating the hard work he put into this song.
Brad and Jason stood by your side, trying to hold in their laughter. As the song came to a close Jerry took a moment before opening his eyes, staring at you, waiting for your reaction.
Jason and Brad were about to burst out into laughter, when a sharp kick to both their shins from you silenced them. You looked at them, conveying the message, don't you dare laugh!
Tears were in your eyes, and you wiped a stray one away. Pride filled you as you turned towards Jerry.
“That was the most beautiful song I've ever heard. You wrote that for me! You're so talented!”
Part 1, Part 3, Part 4
Welcome to part 2 of the secret santa series! 2 more parts to go, so don't feel worried if your favourite isn't on here quite yet. This series is meant to be something silly, not to be taken seriously, so if they act out of character, oh well.
Could you please write Gitae obsessing over Jake's gf? Him getting jealous when he got to know that reader was dating Jake and when he tried to pursue her she had no intention of betraying Jake. This made him more determined to make her his and Jake hating his brother more. Thanks!!!
Trouble
Gitae Kim x Reader (Also technically x Jake Kim but barely)
Word Count: 943
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Peace had finally returned to Big Deal. After the recent events, Big Deal was finally proven innocent, allowing the gang to return to the street. It made you happy that now you technically, weren’t dating a wanted man anymore.
You had been sweeping, when a large shadow had overcast you. Looking up, you are greeted with the sight of a very tall man. You couldn't recognize him, so he clearly wasn’t part of Big Deal. His words only confirmed your suspicions.
“Hello, I’m looking for someone, can you help me? Where is Big Deal’s Number 1, Jake Kim?”
His voice was smooth, but still kept you on edge. You didn’t want to tell the man where Jake was, he sounded like bad news. Swallowing your nerves, you spoke.
“Oh Jake, I’m not quite sure, but he isn’t here at the moment.”
It took a lot of energy to keep your voice steady, but it still wavered a bit. The man in front of you leaned closer, causing you to take a step back, clinging onto your broom tighter. He examined you, closely, seeming to like what he was seeing.
He moved closer, again, causing you to take a step back. This pattern continued until your back met a wall. The man reached an arm above your head, effectively caging you in.
“Now I came here to see my brother, but I found something much tastier. What’s your name?”
Brother? The gears in your head worked quickly to deduce that this man was in fact, Jake’s older half brother, Gitae Kim. What did he want with Jake, and why did he have to come after everything had just settled down.
“I’m not a fan of repeating myself, so I'll ask once more. What is your name?” He leaned in closer, his face right in front of yours. You didn’t really have a choice, knowing it would get ugly if you continued to refuse.
“(Y/n) (L/n). Why are you here?”
Since you told him your name, you felt you had the right to ask him a question. Maybe he was feeling friendlier than he looked and would answer. And he did, although whether it was due to him feeling kind or taking a liking to you was up to debate.
“I told you, I’m looking for Jake Kim. You said he isn’t here, so why don’t you keep me company until he is.”
Worry began filling you. You didn’t particularly trust this man. At all! His intentions with Jake were obviously bad and he clearly was playing with you right now. You needed to stay strong, and hopefully, get Gitae to leave.
"Jake won't be back for a while, so don't waste your time here."
"Now, now, no need to get upset with me. I was just asking a question. I can't help but wanna hang around a girl as pretty as you. I approched you for a reason."
He spoke with not a care in the world. It was as if he knew that whatever he wanted to happen, would happen. You tensed as he moved, his hand coming up from his side towards you cheek.
Thankfully, the tension was interrupted when someone grabbed Gitae’s wrist, pulling it away from you.
“Now, now, harassing girl’s is no way to get a date. I can give you some pointers if you want some romantic advice.” Sinu had appeared.
You breathed a sigh of relief, as Sinu’s appearance allows you to slip away from Gitae. You moved yourself to hide a few steps behind Sinu, out of harm’s way, but in reach if needed.
The conversation between the two men was a blur to you. All you could think about was what this man wanted to do to Jake. As the two men clashed, you took a few more steps back, until a kick to Gitae’s face caused him to look at you. No, he actually looked past you.
Following the gaze, you let out a sigh of relief as Jake’s figure appeared. You moved quickly, hugging yourself around Jake’s arm, who reacted in confusion.
“(Y/n), what are you doing? Not that I don’t mind, but can someone tell me what is going on here.”
Just as Jake spoke, his brother’s arms wrapped around both of you, hugging you tightly. Gitae’s arm squished you between him and Jake, making it a bit hard to breath. He spoke, but you zoned out, too focused on the feeling of his muscular arm squeezing you.
Gitae removed his arm from Jake’s shoulders but kept it over yours. He took a step back, dragging you with him, being quite happy that you weren’t putting up much of a fight. He couldn’t help but admire you, despite not fighting back against him, you didn’t let yourself look weak.
Jake, getting angry at Gitae’s hold, moved, pushing his brother’s arm off, and pulling you behind him. You peaked out, finally paying attention to the conversation.
“I don’t care that you're my brother. You come here, asking about Gapryong Kim and now harassing my girlfriend! What is your problem?” Jake yelled, arm out, guarding you.
Gitae’s expression darkened. Girlfriend? Now that isn’t right. He had taken a liking to you, wanting to get a better taste, only for you to be taken by his brother. Despite this new information, that didn’t take away from your appeal. In fact, it made you even more delicious.
He now had a second objective, making this girl his, no matter how much of a fight she put up. She seemed loyal to Jake, but that didn’t matter, a chase made things more fun anyways.
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Please excuse any grammer and spelling mistakes.
That first picture is just 😘chef's kiss. But who TF is this man below?
😞 I still love him but why does he look like he hasn't eaten in days. He's losing muscle by the chapter. His downfall was when the art style changed and they unslutted him (buttoned his shirt up. Speaking of which, did this man only bring one set of clothes?)
Sorry for the rant, I didn't wanna make another post.
Featuring: Daniel Park, Zack Lee, Jay Hong, Vasco Lee, Eli Jang & Vin Jin
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Daniel Park
Oh sweet Daniel Park, could you truly blame him. He held the bag towards you, so eager for you to open it. He looked proud, proud that he got you this gift, even with his limited time and funds. It took some time, but he meticulously chose it with the utmost care.
You accepted the bag, a bit too excited to open it. Of all the options you could have gotten as a secret santa, he seemed like one of the best options. You opened the bag and pulled out…well, it took you a moment to understand what you were looking at.
“Do you like it? I thought it would look good on you.” His voice was tinged with excitement.
In your hands was the ugliest shirt you've ever seen. You stare at Daniel, taken back by how genuinely proud of himself he was. He must either hate you or actually like this style. How could the abomination look good on anyone?
“Oh…it's unique.” Is all you can get out without going on a rant of how ugly the thing is. How can a fashion department student have such bad taste?
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Zack Lee
Zack Lee shoved a piece of paper in front of you, waving it around a bit. A smug look was on his face, as if he was a celebrity giving a fan not worth his time, something unforgettable. You grab the paper, trying to understand what it said. His writing was shit and the drawings on the paper were even worse.
“What is this?” You ask, holding the paper far away from your face, trying to understand its contents.
“I am so graciously offering to teach you, the greatest form of fighting, boxing. I personally will teach you, no need to thank me, but you can call me master.”
You stare at him, deadpanned. He seriously thought this was a good gift. You let out a sigh before placing the paper back into his hand.
“I prefer karate”
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Jay Hong
Your jaw dropped as Jay pulled out a briefcase. It dropped even further when he opened it, cash was overflowing. You picked up a bill and closely examined it, not believing for a second Jay actually was giving you all this money.
You knew he was rich, but you thought he was just gonna get you some fancy bag or something, not a case full of cash.
He moved, and from what you understood, he was sorry about the gift. He couldn't think of anything and resorted to money at the last minute. He would pay for a gift of your wish and you got to keep the cash.
A smile crept on your face and laughter poured out of you. Jay looked shocked, taking a step back as you looked at him, dollar signs in your eyes.
“Have I ever told you how much I like gold bars?”
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Vasco
The box Vasco handed you was heavy. You weren't sure what to expect from him. He had the biggest smile on his face, fists clenched shaking in front of him, waiting for you to open it.
“I got you something super precious and special. I hope you take as good care of it as I did.”
You were getting nervous. You place the box down on a nearby table. Looking up, you see Jace peeking out from around the corner, biting his nails. You were scared now. Jace hadn't had a chance to screen the gift before it reached you.
Carefully pulling the lid off the box, you stared at the gift in shock. Your lips pressed together, forming a thin line and your eyes narrowed. A blank expression made its way on your face before you finally let out a sigh.
“So...what do you think?” The excitement was still in his voice. Pulling out the gift you held it up and examined it before speaking.
“... it's a rock” You heard Jace facepalm.
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Eli Jang
You should have known better. You heard of Eli's hair cutting ability, but chose to ignore them, thinking they were just rumours from other boys, jealous of how perfect Eli looked.
Oh how wrong you were.
Your once gorgeous hair now looked like a lawn mower ran over it. Some sections were cut down to the roots, while the other, longer sections, stuck out like spikes. You couldn't speak, breaking down on the inside at what this man did to your hair.
“Do you like it? I went for a look that reminded me of you” He truly didn't see anything wrong with it!
“Do I remind you of roadkill?”
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Vin Jin
“Here, Merry Christmas or whatever”
A roll of toilet paper was shoved in your face. Looking around it, Vin Jin stood, smugly, hand in his pocket. You stared at him, unimpressed at the effort he put into the gift.
“Oi, just take it, I took it from some fancy hotel. I only used it once to wipe my shit, it's fine otherwise.”
Ya, no fucking way were you taking it.
“Keep it” you tell him, leaning as far away from the roll as possible.
“Your loss then. Don't come looking for me when you need something to wipe your ass with.” Vin says, before stomping away.
Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Welcome to part 1 of the secret santa series! I have planned a total of 4 parts, each with different characters. If you don't see your favourite character in this part, check out the other parts!
Can I request a fic for Shingen where he he meets his daughter reader for the first time. The reader is like 3/4 she a absolute wild child climbing on things like the estates roof and randomly jumping from trees to scare people. She catches a ferret one day and decides to jump out of a tree to scare people . She jumps out to Shingen and this is their first ever meeting
My Little Girl
Shingen Yamazaki X Child! Reader
Word Count: 701
Warnings: You got a bad mom :/
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At the energetic age of 4, you had taken to the hobby of climbing trees and scaring people. Truly nothing was more satisfying to you when a passerby would jump back or scream as you pounced at them. The words they said to you afterwards, not as satisfying.
Feral and unkept were the most common, but to your 4 year old mind, they didn’t mean much. Although when word got back to your mother about how you’d been behaving, a firm smack was planted across your face. Every. Time.
That didn’t stop you from doing it. Afterall, what else was a child supposed to do? Even as the red on your cheek, shaped in your mother’s handprint, remained, you pounced every chance you got.
Today was an especially fun day. Not only did you scare some people, you had also found a ferret. It fascinated you, the ferret. It was carefree, roaming around, nobody bothering it or punishing it when it did wrong. You wanted to be the ferret.
It became your new companion, you would jump out, shoving the ferret into people’s face’s, watching as men jumped and women screamed. A laugh left your mouth each time.
You climbed back up the tree, ready to jump at the next person, shoving the ferret at them. As you heard footsteps, you got ready to pounce. As you lept, you launched the ferret forward, let out a small scream while you did. You didn’t get the reaction you were hoping for however.
The tall man in front of you didn’t react, he simply just stared at you. You stared back. There was something there, a connection, but neither of you could place what it was. A screech from behind the man drew you out of your staring contest.
“OH MY (Y/N)! You stupid child! How dare you act like this in front of the great oyabun!” It was your mother.
The great oyabun? You had heard your mother mention him before, often putting you down in the same sentence.
‘Despite your father being such a great man, you are so worthless. If you didn’t have the blood of the oyabun running through your veins I would have gotten rid of you!’
He was your father, Shingen Yamazaki. You never had met him before, and granted, you looked nothing alike. Perhaps the only similarity between the two of you was how you both seemed to dislike that sound of your mother’s voice.
Her persistent scolding caused you both to reel back a bit as her voice grew higher with each word. It was clear you had messed up big this time, and she wasn’t about to let it go.
She moved swiftly, grabbing your arm, causing you to let go of the ferret, who scampered away from your mother's screeching. She raised a hand, ready to strike you harder than ever.
“Stop” A deep voice rang out. Your mother halted, arm still raised, looking at the man. Your father. He stopped her, but why?
You stare at him, waiting for the man to speak again, but no words came. Your mother’s arm came down to her side but the grip she had on you was still tight.
“Please forgive me for such a sight, allow me to deal with her elsewhere.” Your mother spoke, as she started to drag you away.
“I said stop.”
His words were like ice with how they froze you and your mother in place. Looking back, the man had approached you, causing your mother to let go of your arm. He kneeled down, looking at you, observing you, before speaking.
“What’s your name?”
You stood, frozen. Not in fear however, but in fascination.
“(Y/n) (L/N).” Saying your name was like breathing for the first time.
The man, your father, soaked in your words, before getting up and walking, causing your mother to scramble after him. She had a spark in her eyes, one of hope. She never thought you would even see, let alone talk to Shingen.
You stared at him until he became a blob of colours. It was fun jumping and scaring people, but this time, it had to have been your favorite.
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Back at it with the requests, YAY!!! I was gonna make this one shorter but I had to add some angst (sorry not sorry)!
Please excuse any grammer and spelling mistakes. The next request will be coming out shortly as well.
titsay
vaporwave
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