⠀⠀ ⠀ 🪽 ♡⃘ 𝜗 𝓛ookism 𝓑oys x 𝓖irly!𝓡eader ⑅ ֹ ⊹
ㅤㅤ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𓎢𓎟𓎟 ⠀ spoilers ♡ ahead ⠀𓎟𓎟𓎡
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ㅤଘʕྀི .ܸ ̫ິ .ܸ ྀིʔ ꒪ ⊹ ﾟ gangster x good girl cliché ۪
ֹ ✿ ֹ ۪ ( fluff, suggestive, established relationship ) ָ ֹ ⊹
ֺ ࣭ 𝒜llied ׅ ౿ daniel park ㅤ︵⠀🪽⠀ You were a girl from his day school, and he was your classmate till middle school when he ran away from his bullies to move far away, and enrol at J High.
He was embarrassed to admit it, but he had a crush on you for years on end.
You were a special memory he often comes back to whenever he thinks about the past.
But since you were so popular, he couldn’t bring himself to even talk to you back then because he was at the “bottom of the barrel” of the social ladder.
Coincidentally, he met you again in the local park after all those nostalgic years.
He couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw you again, all dolled up like always with girly, and feminine clothes.
You were on your phone, sitting on the swing when you suddenly tore your attention from your screen to glance at him.
He quickly averted his gaze, hiding away from the hood of his black hoodie, pulling the strings when to his surprise you called out his name.
Daniel wasn’t expecting you’d remember him.
Especially when he had scraped off the extra weight off his skin, and got better.
He really couldn’t believe it.
He was often called “piggy” so his peers back then didn’t even acknowledge him as “Daniel”.
Heck, he could say nobody even knew his name.
But you remembered his name.
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And when the two of you finally started dating…
Daniel was a bit (understate) of a pervert.
He couldn’t help but let his eyes wander off places they shouldn’t be pointing at.
Nevertheless, he was sweet, and caring.
He liked the way you applied your makeup—he even wanted to try patting your blush, and powder for you once.
However, the excess powder of your compact made him cough in your face, ruining your makeup once.
He wasn’t sure how to fix it, and insisted you looked beautiful even when there was an inconsistent blend of foundation, setting powder, and his saliva all over your nose.
But the moment he told you were prettier without the enhancements, you wiped off your makeup, and it made his heart skip a beat at how beautiful your face was.
He had to clear his throat, and adjust himself for a moment.
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Whenever he was too busy, and didn’t have enough time for you, he’ll flood your phone with text messages—inflitirating your phone with the classic “wyd” texts.
He had to know the bits, and the major parts about your day, even the little things in your everyday life you often forget.
He was just afraid someone involved in the four major crews had discovered his relationship with you—had discovered he had someone important to lose.
He was afraid of losing another important person in his life.
He’ll get all worked up whenever you don’t text in time, fearing over the fact you probably stumbled upon some dangerous figure.
He wouldn’t even hesitate to spam call you when you were just taking a peaceful shower or taking an afternoon nap.
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Anywho, when Daniel does get a chance of visiting you, he’s arriving with flowers in his hands, pomade in his hair, cologne sprayed on his clothes, and an excited look smeared across his face.
He’ll take you to the mall, and let you go wild with his wallet.
However, holding your shopping bags for you wasn’t the greatest staple for him.
But he’ll still hold them anyway with enthusiasm.
Until his enthusiasm soon withered away when he suddenly saw his friends witnessing him kissing your arse in the shopping mall.
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So it was hard to look into your eyes.
Daniel was a master in staring contests, but the way you bat your lashes or blink at him—smile at him, it was hard to maintain eye contact.
His eyes would dilate at yours, and for a moment, he wanted to reveal everything to you.
Your presence was so comforting, it struck a chord in him that made him suddenly just want to confess to you about everything.
The gangs, his involvement with illicit activities… his two bodies.
He felt like he saw something glitter in your eyes—coaxing him to reveal his secrets to you.
It felt like when he did tell you, you wouldn’t care, and would still love him anyway.
You were a figure that was trustworthy enough to make him want to confess everything about him to you.
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ֹ ✿ ֹ ۪ ( fluff, angst, mamas boy ) ָ ֹ ⊹
ֺ ࣭ 𝒢oddog ׅ ౿ johannes gutenburg ㅤ︵⠀🪽⠀ When Johan started going to school again after years of his face being slapped on the missing poster boards, he caught a glimpse of you walking past him in the crowded corridors of his new high school.
You had a girly clip of a cartoon character attached to your tie, and you also somehow got away with rolling up your skirt a little besides there being a strict dress code system.
He even caught a whiff of the perfume you wore that day when you passed by him.
You were just another student from different classes who happened to always walk by him in the hallways.
Johan didn’t think about you too much until a field trip came along—a trip to some bustling amusement park.
And the train ride to the destination was hellfire.
The kids behind Johan’s seat were thrashing around, playing booming music, and cackling amongst themselves as they shared unfunny jokes they seemed to be gurgling, and hollering at.
Johan cocked the soundtrack blasting in his earbuds to max volume.
He huffed behind his teeth, sinking deeper into the comforting confines of his hoodie.
His hood shadowed his eyes when suddenly you walked in, and asked him if the vacant seat was taken.
He recognized you as the girl in the hallways.
With bated breath, he hesitated before responding by shaking his head.
He was awkward during the whole ride.
He always stared out the window, and perhaps took quick glances at your face in the reflecting glass.
Johan didn’t know why, but his eyes kept on drifting to you unintentionally.
It made him feel nervous.
Even more when the classes finally arrived at the hotel resort they would be staying at.
Unfortunately for him, you had to grace him by being his assigned roommate for the week long field trip.
That was when Johan started to pick up the “biting the nails” habit.
Your mere presence in the tight confinement of your shared room was stressful.
Johan hadn’t even hung out with a girl or talked to one besides his old, childhood friend Mira.
It took him a whole lot to accommodate himself in your presence.
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Johan obviously fits the term “mama’s boy” very well considering the sacrifices he made, and the hardships he went through all for his beloved mother.
So to think you’d offer to cook him dinner during the stay at the hotel had him reminded of the days when mommy made him meals, and lunch for school.
He clearly remembered when she also let Mira, and Zack join for lunch whenever they came over at his house.
Your kindness made him feel even more awkward around you.
He mumbled an inaudible “Thank you” before shying away in the bathroom.
Johan had to resort to eating instant meals from the convenience stores when he was still part of Goddog so it was comforting that you offered to cook for him tonight.
He wolfed down your cooking with flustered cheeks, not sure how else he could thank you.
It wasn’t surprising he had a thing for motherly girls with maternal instincts.
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It took a while for Johan to come out of his shell, and get comfortable around you, so when he finally did, he was as clingy as a big cat even when he surrounded himself with his beloved dogs.
He always nuzzled his face against your chest, grumbling, and complaining about the littlest things as you spooned him.
He often came over to your place just to cuddle with you in your bed.
He liked the feel of the way your arms draped over his shoulders, patting his back.
Johan also convinces you to tousle his hair sometimes.
He wanted to be close to you to the point the both of you were sharing each other’s body heat.
He wanted you to press his palms, touch his face, and play with his hair.
He even looks for you when he needs comfort, and reassurance.
Johan wouldn’t like to admit it, but he forces himself not to cry.
For years, the mindset of “manning up” was instilled in his mind, cemented into his brain that he couldn’t bring himself to cry or else he’d be transported back to the time he was humiliated in the pouring rain, his tears falling rivulets down his cheeks—joining the sad cries of the sky.
He hated the rush, the way his face would redden, and the way his heart would race in an abnormally rapid speed as tears prick at the corners of his eyes.
But for some reason, the soft expanse of your touch was an encouragement to let him go all loose.
One night when Johan was nuzzling into your chest as always, you felt the centre of your top beginning to dampen with tears.
And to your surprise, Johan was crying into your arms.
With a hushed whisper, you comforted him, and that only made his heart weaker for you.
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Johan was overly protective about you.
Even the mention of your name made him tense at the fact someone was saying your name.
Many times, he had to restrain himself from doing anything rash.
After all, you didn’t know about his past or the fact he’s done things you’d be too surprised, and perhaps unsettled to hear.
Johan liked that you let him choose your outfits sometimes.
You weren’t sure why you were surprised, but his outfit choices for you weren’t the greatest.
He clipped a bow in your hair, and even buttoned up your sweaters for you.
He liked the way you dressed, and how your wardrobe was full of colours he thought looked beautiful on you.
Your style made him want to try to dress a little fancier whenever the two of you went out together.
His mother even gave him another haircut for your first special, and official day out together.
He made sure to also use the cologne Zack told him to use.
He got you flowers, and a teddy bear that oddly looked like him.
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Even his dogs, and his own mother adored you.
His mom is always fussing about when you would come over again.
His dogs would even bark in excitement at the entrance whenever their ears would twitch at the sounds of a car engine, hoping it’d be you.
You were a major part of Johan’s life.
And he couldn’t afford you to be considered a potential target by his adversaries.
So he went on a mission to go through lengths to make that not happen.
And day by day, you noticed the boys in your life shied away from you as if something had happened.
Johan tried his hardest to distract you from flimsy affairs like that, however.
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ֹ ✿ ֹ ۪ ( fluff, princess treatment ) ָ ֹ ⊹
ֺ ࣭ ℬig 𝒟eal ׅ ౿ jake kim ㅤ︵⠀🪽⠀ You were the princess, and the youngest, most beloved daughter of one of the bosses from a gang that rivaled Gapryong Kim’s Fist Gang.
You, and Jake used to be secret pen pals.
Unfortunately for the two of you, you had to communicate with him only through letters lest your father find out you were talking with his rival’s son.
You would store Jake’s old letters into your special box, and reread each of your favourite ones.
Although Jake looked like a cold child back then, he was a sweet jokester who was fond of your hijinks.
He’d write you jokes you’d laugh at that were written in chicken scratch, and he’d also press wilted flowers inside the letters.
One time, he had even given you a half licked flat lollipop in the envelope.
It was gross, and nasty, but since the two of you were children at the time, you overlooked it, and continued fawning over his sweet, and simple letters.
However, as time stretched by, his letters browned in your memory box, and the two of you hardly spoke after the Fist Gang was disbanded, and Gapryong Kim died.
But before the two of you knew it, you both grew up.
And for some reason, like time brought you two together once again, you found yourself enjoying the scenic view of the ocean by a rusty, old street called “Big Deal Street”.
Jake was having a walk down the dock with a black trench coat thrown on his shoulders when all of a sudden he saw you.
You two had only seen each other a few times, then the rest went to the letters.
But seeing you up close for the first time in forever, Jake’s heart skipped a beat.
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He was so happy to see you again.
He didn’t remember you looking so gorgeous, he had to rub his eyes, and pinch himself if this was really real, and not a dream.
You were called the princess, so Jake treated you like a princess.
He stuck flowers in your hair, hugged you close, and made up jokes just to get a pretty laugh out of you.
He even painted your nails, and toe nails for you—living up to his alias “Jane Kim” the aspiring nail artist.
He actually enjoyed combing your tresses or painting your nails for you.
It was refreshing since dealing with affairs from his deceased father always took up his time.
Although Jake was number one of Big Deal, you were the number one of his heart.
The two of you hardly saw each other before, so nowadays Jake cleans up almost half of his schedule just to replace it with spending time with you.
He’d even let the boys third wheel (if you wanted to).
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When the two of you finally got used to seeing each other’s faces, you also got used to seeing Jerry’s stoic face as well.
Jake made him watch over you whenever he was away.
Jake is often optimistic about most things, but the fear of having you potentially taken away like Sinu was, took a toll on him.
So you were frequently surrounded by men protecting you.
And when Jake would come back after taking care of something you shouldn’t worry about, he’d take you out to dinner, and maybe let you join his bed after.
He’ll set up a pillow barrier on the bed just in case, and tell you about the things you missed before he met you again.
It was fun, listening to his butchered storytelling while he held your warm hand under the covers.
His gentle voice lulled you to sleep, bringing you into the deep world of slumber.
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The rest of Big Deal often questioned your presence as you were the legitimate daughter of a gang that rivaled his dad’s, but Jake made sure their lips were sealed if they ever dared to spout nonsense about you.
You were a sweet, loving soul, and Jake made sure to shove that in people’s faces if they ever doubted.
He’ll pat your back if anyone tries telling you otherwise, and deal with the persecutor after.
But besides you being a sweet, loving soul to him, you were also like a light that eased his mind—momentarily forgetting about his worries, his past mistakes, and the wrath he harboured for certain people.
He’ll spoon you in his arms, drag your fingers against the scar smeared across his lips, and smile smugly at you.
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You were a constant companion in his life, and he hoped the strong fragrance of his pomade wouldn’t drive you away from him.
He was often away for most things so his love language was giving you things through the mail box.
It reminded you of your early days of your puppy love with him.
Exchanging letters, and half licked, sticky lollipops tucked in damp envelopes.
Now, he sends you clothes you like, stuffed animals, and all sorts of things with the smell of his pomade rubbed on it.
And surprisingly, he’s a good kisser.
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⠀ ⠀ ֹ ✿ ֹ ۪ ( fluff, puppy love, gentle giant ) ָ ֹ ⊹
ֺ ࣭ ℬig 𝒟eal ׅ ౿ jerry kwon ㅤ︵⠀🪽⠀ You were one of Jerry’s classmates in middle school.
The two of you never really talked or looked at each other even when you would sit in a classroom with him almost everyday.
That was until the performance test entered the school newsletter.
Jerry would practice his flute every chance he had during class.
The melodies he played, and the cracked rhythms coming from the other side of the classroom caught your attention.
You looked over, watching him play with curious eyes.
You always wondered why your peers were afraid of his opposing stature.
Besides that, you were interested in musical instruments like the flute, but nobody really knew that so when you suddenly approached him after class, if surprised him.
You had asked him to teach you that day.
He wouldn’t be lying if he said out of nowhere that you were the prettiest girl in the whole school—maybe the whole world too.
He almost coughed in his flute when you walked up to him while he was still packing up.
He couldn’t really teach you much since he had to teach himself as well to prepare for the performance test…
But you were able to come over to watch him practice the flute, and even try on your own.
So with that, the unlikely duo was paired up all because of the greatest match maker called the “flute”.
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Your playdates with him soon progressed to hanging out in the park during recess.
Your friends questioned your choices in men, even teasing you about your budding relationship with Jerry, but you appreciated every time Jerry would come up to you during recess to give you a popsicle from the nearby convenience store.
Sometimes you two would even go on the swings.
Jerry would always make the swing creak, and make the experience a little bit risky however.
He bought you candy, sweets, and even shared his lunch with you.
Everyone had always labelled him as the macho, intimidating bald, old man masquerading as a middle schooler, but the moments you two shared with each other proved such thoughts wrong.
Jerry was actually sweet, and gentle.
He even bought you chocolates for Valentine’s day.
He liked to craft gifts for you, and pester Jake with questions like asking if they looked good enough to serve as a present for a girl.
Jake was surprised that Jerry actually had a girl (you) to give gifts to.
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You never would have expected Jerry to be the awkward, lovey-dovey type.
When he got your contacts for the first time, he was blowing up your phone with emoticons, and silly videos of cats.
Your late night conversations with him at night were the silliest, but the most memorable.
Jerry opened up to you about the wars he went through, and how almost everyday after school he would face notorious miscreants.
Not only was Jerry such a sweetie to you, it looked like he was also quite the storyteller.
You giggled at the other side of the screen, and sent him selfies of you smiling with filters on.
What made you laugh even harder to the point you started coughing in your fist that night was when he replied with his own selfie with the classic, dog Snapchat filter.
Of course, you saved it into your photo gallery.
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Jerry liked to bike so he had Jerry fix up his old one, and make it into a two seated bike so that he could give you rides.
Riding in a tandem with wind blowing in your hair, and the sun shining down on you two was something you didn’t know you would be experiencing with your middle school friend(?).
With Jerry hunched over, he made sure not to go too fast as he gave you a ride along the fields.
He looked over his shoulder, occasionally glancing at you from behind as you giggled—watching the view.
The flap of your dress, and the way the wind ruffled through your hair, threading into your locks while your laughs played along with the breeze, and the singing birds.
Jerry tightened his hold onto the handle bars, his cheeks reddening at the thought of you sitting behind him on moving wheels.
Then when the two of you would stop by to smell the flowers on the fields, he caught himself leaning in to smell the aroma of your perfume clinging to your sleeve instead of the natural fragrant of the flora.
You were so pretty; he had to admire you as the sun caressed your face while you took the time to examine the daisy in your miniscule hands.
You looked like a daisy yourself.
That day was like a dream come true, and it had him squealing in his pillow like a girl.
He even slept like a baby that night.
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Jerry has a crush on you.
He liked you a lot, and even now he was just realizing that he still does.
At the end of spring when high school was right around the corner, he was devastated at the fact you wouldn’t be attending the same academy as him now.
But even when high school separated the two of you, Jerry was also kind of glad because of that.
Watching Sinu finally come back to Big Deal Street that day after the affairs with Workers had finally come to an end, he couldn’t help, but let the tears pour down his eyes.
And although Jason, and Brad covered his eyes, it was clear he was crying tears of happiness, and relief at the fact Sinu was finally back.
Those moments played out sort of like a lesson to him.
He had a gut feeling that if you were around him for any longer, he could potentially lose you to some group of bad guys.
And he wasn’t even sure if you would be able to come back to him like Sinu did with Big Deal.
Jerry even hesitates replying to your messages.
His huge thumb would hover over his screen—contemplating whether to satisfy himself, and text you back or back down, and shy away from your calls.
As all of your texts flooded his phone, and were left on delivered, Jerry still couldn’t resist thinking about you even in the midst of the battlefield.
You were a memory—a dream he wished would last forever.
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ֹ ✿ ֹ ۪ ( rivals, petty!reader, subtle dacryphilia) ָ ֹ ⊹
ֺ ࣭ 𝒲orkers ׅ ౿ eugene choi ㅤ︵⠀🪽⠀ You’re a student in the Elite Private 6-12 Academy.
Your grades were above average, and had a knack for shopping for all things cute, and girly.
You also enjoyed playing tennis with your gals, and your peers.
You even dolled up your tennis racket’s grip tape with a pattern you favoured spiralling on it.
And although you liked to play, and compete, you hated that Eugene would always end up as your opponent during games.
Your skills were on par with his, after all.
But for some reason, he always emerged victorious in every match.
He’d smile at you behind the net, adjusting his glasses.
He had good intentions—he was merely trying to communicate “Good game” across the grounds with a simple smile to you.
But you completely mistook that as a sign of rivalry.
It irked you to the core that a gangly boy with four eyes would even dare to skim through your nerves.
A week passed after that, and you were preparing for another match with Eugene.
You didn’t need to since you were already so good, but the “smug” look stretched across his lips made you want to smear it off his face.
What good was a fun game of tennis if you were the loser?
You practiced every 4:00 AM in the morning, and after school.
Your family was relatively wealthy so you could practice in your own personal tennis court.
You had even shamelessly taped a blurry picture of Eugene on your tennis balls so you could see it crumple against the green fuzz each time you sliced it with your racket.
Your feelings ran deep within your veins whenever his name ever popped up near you.
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While you busied yourself performing one sided beef against him, Eugene was peacefully watching you from afar with curious eyes.
He watched you practice vigorously in the tennis court from the school library.
A smile elicited from his lips as his glasses reflected your figure bouncing on the court with your tennis racket bobbing from your dominant hand.
He was actually oblivious of how you felt about him.
He had no idea you held such a grudge against him.
He just assumed you had a short temper, and often got offended or mad at the littlest things.
Eugene was getting amused by your neurotic behaviour against him.
And when the day finally came for your promised rematch with him, you were trying your hardest.
Determination was set in your eyes like a never ending flame.
Even though it was an unofficial match, winning meant a lot to you—it meant almost everything to you.
But your loathe against him was your greatest obstacle in winning your petty game.
It held you back a little, and when you lost almost immediately, your eyes began to prick with tears.
Eugene was having fun, he was actually toying with you a little.
Not when you suddenly started crying; your face was red from abashment, and frustration.
He blinked, and his smile slowly faded as the tears trickled down your delicate cheeks.
Comforting a crying brother was practically a cakewalk for Eugene.
But he wasn’t sure how to comfort a girl.
He just looked at you with an appalled look plastered on his face with his hand darted forward, not sure what to do with it.
Eventually, as you sobbed in your hands—your racket left discarded on the floor, Eugene had approached you to pat your back.
He didn’t know someone could cry over “simply” losing a game of tennis.
But he pushed it down when he realized he had sobbed over getting bullied many times before.
He figured you had some sort of inferiority complex.
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The day after that, Eugene could not stop replaying the moment when you cried all over your palms after you caught yourself making a mistake, and completely losing the rematch you promised yourself to win.
It was like a movie scene playing before him.
He knew he should’ve felt bad, and tried harder to stop the tears running down from your eyes.
But he couldn’t help, but feel satisfied.
The pained look on your face somehow eased him.
And it brought a smile to his own face.
It was just so reassuring—so good to know that there were people out there suffering just like he did.
But his selfish feelings for you soon changed when you suddenly stepped up to come rush, and help him after the failed mission of getting kidnapped, and taken captive by his own trusted “friend” Samuel.
Eugene was so shocked that he could turn his back on him right after they had gotten so close through the downfall of both the fourth, and third affiliates.
He had even bought him a car.
But he guessed even if he had bought him a bigger vehicle, Samuel would’ve chosen that same route.
If you had liked Eugene which you didn’t—you still chose to aid him when he was in critical conditions.
Many people would laugh, and mock at the face of their foes finally facing their long awaited consequence.
You were walking on the sidewalk by the road one day—taking a break from your nightly jog.
When suddenly you recognized Eugene, your “rival”, left lying on the road, bloodied, and the left lens of his glasses shattered.
His hair was disheveled, and he was just a mess.
But you came running up to him to check up if he was okay.
Holding out your hand, and pulling out your phone—getting ready to call the police, he unexpectedly told you not to.
With a confused look plastered on your face, you scoffed when he told you to just get lost.
But you insisted, and took him to health care anyway.
After that fateful day, something in Eugene shifted, and stirred about how he felt about you.
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You were just the girl who loved winning, tennis, and all things pretty.
But you were also the girl he kind of liked.
And most importantly caring.
You wouldn’t call it a date (but he absolutely would), however the two of you did go out together to study in the school library.
It just sort of happened.
And while you were scribbling in your notebook, you kept on feeling Eugene’s eyes on you.
He was admiring your face to be precise.
He had to back down the urge to tuck the stray strand of hair dangling in front of your face, and into your ear.
As he studied your face, he’d lean in, and ask you a bunch of questions like if you needed help on a problem in the worksheets you were working on, with a hushed tone.
And he would love to teach you in the areas you mostly struggled in.
But unfortunately for him, you always refused.
You were already great in most things anyway.
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Eugene has a crush on you.
He’d repeatedly tell himself over, and over again that you were just some flimsy spring fling.
Turns out you’re not just a spring fling because winter was soon arriving.
He didn’t have enough time for trivial manners like tending to a lover.
But he couldn’t deny the pull he had with you every time his eyes would instinctively drift to your figure—sitting down on your own desk, a few desks away from him every class you shared with him.
He wouldn’t dare to let anyone have a chance with you, but him.
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ㅤㅤ ֹ ✿ ֹ ۪ ( drama, bodyguard!mandeok, tw: sa ) ָ ֹ ⊹
ֺ ࣭ 𝒲orkers ׅ ౿ mandeok bang ㅤ︵⠀🪽⠀ Your family was extremely well off.
You were born with a tiara on your head after all.
Designer bags, long lasting perfume, clothes from brands so expensive, it was only exclusive to the rich; it was everything you recognized, and knew.
You were living the lifestyle everyone would drop everything for.
And now you were just missing a bodyguard.
An extra piece of equipment that takes care of your every need, and protects you from any harm or danger.
Your parents had tried to hire many different chaperones for your safety, but you all turned them down.
That was until you found the perfect match for a bodyguard.
You wanted to try out public transportation with all your other wealthy friends one day, but unfortunately for your group, you unknowingly went during rush hour.
The whole experience was cataclysmic.
And you definitely wouldn’t hear the end from your mother.
You had begged your parents to let you go along with your friends, but look where it had left you.
The train was crammed with people to the point your body had almost slammed against the wall each time the train turned, and bodies swayed to the side.
You let out a frustrated murmur, promising yourself you’d never try public transportation to get around the city ever again..
When suddenly a hand jut out, caressing your rear—grasping your full attention.
And your scatterbrain that spiralled with thoughts went eerily quiet.
For a moment, your inner voice had finally hushed.
The track of your racing heartbeat rang in your ears.
And people’s voices around you that murmured amongst themselves blurred between the buzzing lines of the train’s engine.
Your eyes darted to your friends who were just standing right next to you, but it seemed that they were also lost in the crowded sea of bodies of the sweaty civilians.
Everybody was coupled, and packed in the train like a cramped tin of sardines.
The stench of body odour swam in the air; such things like that could lead you to retching, but the hand that touched you was your breaking point.
You weren’t used to dirty, and defiled things.
And you certainly weren’t expecting to get defiled by a dirty hand that day.
Your eyes pricked with tears, and you couldn’t even stand up against your assailant.
You weren’t fit for such things.
Regret, and shame began to flood your racing thoughts.
You dipped your head down, covered your mouth, and sulked as the tears dared to trickle down your cheeks.
But with a smack that tore the uninvited hand that deliberately exploited your rump, you slowly turned your head around to see who it was that did that for you.
You had even heard a few bones cracking beneath mush skin from that very moment.
Everybody in the train was now staring—watching two men that caused the whole scene.
A plump, middle-aged man, and a tall, muscular boy you presumed was around your age.
The muscly boy’s huge hand had fisted around the man’s wrist.
And at that moment, you instantly knew who your bodyguard should be.
When someone thinks of a bodyguard, the image always fell into the usual standards: tall, bulked-up, strong, and mighty.
And your saviour was everything you wanted your personal bodyguard to be.
You had to strain your head up to face him.
His dark brown eyes held your own coloured orbs, and for a moment, it reminded you of one of those classic romance scenes in fairytale movies.
He was every bit of the character “knight in shining armour”.
And you were, of course, the princess in that picture-perfect moment.
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After that fateful day, Mandeok—who you later learned was his name, was hired instantly on the spot.
And although bodyguards primarily offered protection service, you never really faced threats besides stepping into the public transportation.
Because essentially, you often stayed inside the safeguarding walls of your manor.
It had everything, and anything anyway.
So the things Mandeok usually did besides protecting you was learning how to curl your hair.
You usually had maids to do that sort of thing for you, but if it meant having a another chance to have a romantic moment with him, you wanted it to be him who curled your hair.
You showed him how to do it with your curling iron one day, twisting a piece of your hair around the hot wand, then handed it to him to try after you finished your demonstration.
You were sitting in front of your grand vanity, smiling at him through the mirror as he stood next to you.
He delicately took a small chunk of your hair, and curled it.
You let out a chuckle at how comically small the curling iron looked in his big hands.
He was holding your tresses very carefully as if he was handling smooth, fragile porcelain.
Mandeok was labelled as your bodyguard, but ultimately, he was your favoured, beloved hairdresser.
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Mandeok is often nonchalant, calm, and collected.
But your cheery demeanour slowly coaxed him to smile with you.
And it makes him smile too.
But he quickly concealed it whenever your eyes would drift off to look at him.
He couldn’t let you see it—he couldn’t bear to show you he was starting to like you.
And most importantly, he couldn’t deny that he was starting to like your company, but he would never dare to admit that out loud.
You were like a breath of fresh air to him.
You brought something new to his life.
Something that differed from the negative emotions, lamentation, and anger he often went through.
Day after day, he faced prejudice, and persecution merely because of the colour of his skin.
It was even uncomfortable sitting in a bus, and having to endure the eyes that glared daggers on the tone of his skin—the cameras that flashed his way.
Even the words that spout from people’s mouths had started to get through him.
It seeped into his beliefs, but you miraculously took it away.
You liked him, he could tell.
But he didn’t know why or how.
You were like a princess, and he was just like a lowly servant—designed to be only an anusment, and a working dog for you.
But for some reason, you had him walk next to you, let him look at you eye to eye, and even wanted him to talk to you like a friend, and not as his master.
He was beginning to realize you didn’t want him as an accessory to pin on your shoulder proudly nor become a tool to brandish in the face of adversary…
No, you just wanted him as a constant companion by your side.
And that only made him truly want to adopt the label of being your bodyguard.
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When he finally recognized you as his friend—one of his close companions, you wanted to celebrate by taking him out to a luxurious (date) dinner.
He looked so lavish in a suit.
He didn’t have any cologne on, not like you wanted him to apply some anyway.
His natural aroma was already pleasing enough for you.
Mandeok smelt of musk, herbs, and peppermint.
And you liked that very much.
Seated in the VIP diners, he was hiding his face from you with the menu.
And for some reason that day, you looked even more extravagant, and gorgeous; he was a little intimidated by your beauty.
The way your hair fluttered behind your nape, and your skirt draped over the curve of your legs was beautiful.
You looked like an illustration.
It flustered him to even look at you.
After your meals have arrived, you wanted to tease him a little by offering to feed him with the chopsticks that had already entered your mouth.
Mandeok blinked when he noticed you had done that.
You were totally just stealing an indirect kiss from him.
Mandeok was awfully composed, but you could tell behind his shifting eyes that he was actually really nervous at the time.
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Mandeok was confused about his feelings.
He liked you, but at the same time he wasn’t sure.
Perhaps he only liked you because you were kind to him, but he also felt that unusual flutter in his heart every time you were near.
He wondered even more when he finally entered high school, and met a classmate that went by the name “Eugene”.
Mandeok was bullied heavily by his peers along with him.
Every day, he saw him get pushed into his locker, and his supposed twin crying at the persecution his brother had to face.
And eventually Mandeok had winded up in their mess as well, and became another victim of bullying.
He didn’t want to tell you, however.
He hated whenever your brows would droop in worry or fear.
He hated himself even more for even having an idea of ever telling you what was happening behind your back.
He wouldn’t dare to burden you with his own problems.
So a few years went by, and from the help of Eugene’s connections with certain men, he suddenly flew ten ladders higher than the barrel he was left discarded in way before.
He got involved in the Four Major Crews, and grew with authority over the same people in school who threatened, and bullied him because of how he looked.
He was becoming Eugene’s right hand man.
But when he was just about to become his personal bludgeon—his loyal friend to help him, and come to aid him whenever he needed it…
He realized that being Eugene’s right hand man meant completely tearing his eyes from you.
And he knew that one cannot simply have two masters.
For he will hate the other, and love the remainder.
You were his bodyguard, and Eugene just suddenly asked Mandeok to follow him—to pledge loyalty to him so that they could finally make their ideal lives a reality.
When you heard about this, you were infuriated.
You had been with Mandeok for years; you were his best friend.
And to think some puny four eyed boy could dare to make up an idea of leaving you out of the picture made you gnash your teeth in anger.
He had even offered Mandeok triple the payment your family paid him to tempt him into giving away.
Mandeok was stuck between two people.
And he wasn’t sure how to navigate that whole thing back then.
He would love to finally live with his ideals, but weren’t you already his ideal?
He didn’t know, but you did know that in the end he had chosen Eugene.
But he did promise loyalty to his friend, Eugene.
He had everything to lose.
But you had everything you could win.
He thought you could just easily get another bodyguard, and he could easily have another person to love.
But to no surprise, it was difficult—it was no easy matter.
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ֹ ♡︎ thank you so much for reading !
𓂃 i was planning on including yuseong and olly, but i wasnt sure how their storyline should go … most of these were kinda bonka sorry guys i love you 🪽
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