The Way of the Househusband: Gun Park & Goo Kim hcs
One word: perfectionist. Less neurotic, more inspired—passionate. Look at his fascination for martial arts, his perverted devotion to fighting; if you manage to catch his attention and keep it, rest assured, you won’t be stuck with a loser husband.
Weaponized incompetence? Not in Gun Park’s house!
This man is Tatsu, he is the househusband.
We all know that Gun cooks, hell, he can even make sushi. The kitchen is his domain. If you love cooking, too bad, you’re going to have to fight your husband for space. He wakes you up with fresh coffee, prepared just the way you like it, and by the time you’ve finished staring at the wall and trying to blink the sand from your eyes, breakfast is on the table and he has already packed your lunch for you (it’s an insulated lunch bag, of course). And I’d like to add, his bento boxes are the best. Your colleagues
After giving him a kiss goodbye, he cleans every inch of your home. No, really. He’s in a not-so-secret competition with Goo Kim when it comes to maintaining a spotless house.
When he’s done with his morning errands, he does his usual training: running around the neighborhood, weightlifting, flower arrangement classes with Goo Kim, beating up Goo Kim, studying about agriculture so he can maintain your beloved vegetable garden—the usual househusband hobbies.
Then it’s time to prep for dinner.
Gun’s favorite meal of the day is dinner, because that’s when you come home. Gun always waits for you. He refuses to eat a single bite without you at the table; even when he’s starving after his fight with the blonde psycho, even when you told him that you’ll be late for, he waits for your return. He looks forward to dinnertime, so much so that he used his yakuza connections to stop your bosses from holding nomikai[1] after work.
When you finally arrive, you give your husband a kiss and a hug, like you always do, everyday without fail, then you sit down and tell each other about your day.
Goo Kim is the very definition of a kept man. Just kidding, he’s a proud househubby who sees conventional expectations on men and flips them off while wearing his Gucci glasses. He’s goofy but also very proud.
Tom Lee used to say that Goo is “always messing around. He messes around when he eats. He messes around when he fights. He messes around no matter what weapon he has. He doesn't have a serious bone in his body… but as much as he messes around, there's one time when he gets serious. It's when he's holding a sword.”[2]
After getting married, Goo Kim now takes two things seriously: his swordsmanship and his marriage.
Despite his carefree childishness, like all martial artists, Goo is very hygienic and prefers things to be a certain way. He polishes every surface on the house like he would his beloved swords—and, not to brag, but you could look down and do your makeup on most of the floor and walls.
During his free time, he hangs out with Gun, whether casually, to play video games or fish, or more seriously, like cooking classes, which—to them—is serious business.
Goo loves expensive things, but as a “proper adult” and someone who is lucky enough to marry you, he tones down his spending habit. He always checks with you before going forward with major purchases, like cars or a brand new sword.
He has a tendency to prank you. Nothing extreme, usually harmless, mildly infuriating but ultimately funny jokes like covering your things with his selfie stickers, or welcoming you home wearing nothing but a pink apron.
If there is one thing you can rely on Goo, it’s that he can always make you laugh. A very goofy and sweet partner, he’ll humiliate himself if it means seeing you smile after a hard day.
[1] Nomikai: Japanese. Drinking parties held after work, it's not explicitly stated to be mandatory, but you are expected to participate lest you lose chances of a promotion. According to some sources, the boss/company doesn't always foot the bill so not only are required to drink, you're also going to pay.
[2] "He's always messing around. He messes around when he eats. He messes around when he fights. He messes around no matter what weapon he has. He doesn't have a serious bone in his body. But you know, as much as he messes around, there's one time when he gets serious. It's when he's holding a sword." ~ Tom Lee, Lookism Ep. 344
Author's Note: Who needs IRL relationships when I have my delusions with me.
hellloooo can i request Lookism guys dealing with pregnant reader?🫶🫶🫶🥺 (before their kid was born in your lookism as girl dads hcs)
lookism boys with pregnant reader.
࿇ characters. gun/goo/jake/gitae
࿇ warnings. there’s not a lot of dialogue since i wanted to dive more into their thoughts regarding your pregnancy. basically shows their thoughts re: the news and how they act on it
࿇ author's note. this is set before they became girl dads! thank you for requesting and i apologize for taking so long, i’ve been a bit stuck with this.
part 1 found here.
GUN PARK
If anything, Gun had taken on the responsibility of a father easily compared to what you had initially thought.
Being in Gun Park’s life had meant that you were able to see the rawest, purest form of him—the one where you see the Gun Park who had easily cooked your favorite meal in the cutest way possible. The one where you see how gentle he can be whenever he tends to you despite his heavy hands that were used to beating up people. The one where you see how caring can he be to you and to your unborn daughter.
“Rest,” he says, not even bothering to look up at you as you watch him make another conconction—whatever you and the little one (as he likes to call her) craved for today. It was a little mix of everything, and while Gun had wanted to tell you that this is not healthy, he could not resist you and your cute little face.
So what if he had gone soft for you? You were the only one who could see that softness anyway, and it’s not like he had lost his edge. He still makes a living, completely barricading this part of life away from prying eyes and loud mouths—namely Goo and the rest of HNH—while ensuring that the Four Major Crews aren’t doing shit that could possibly tarnish whatever he had worked so hard for.
All that matters now is you and your daughter.
“But what if I don’t want to?” you argue lightly, though it sounded more of like a tease. Gun had a tendency to be overprotective, making sure that you’re comfortable. If you wanted a massage now, he would almost immediately drop the baking sheet to go and wash his hands before tending to you.
He was quite literally the textbook definition of a househusband.
“Aren’t you a little hardheaded this afternoon?” he asks, looking up to see you glowing. Gun thinks he might have a heart attack with how adorable you look in your maternity dress, how you have that cheeky expression in your face that he loves looking at.
And while he initially was fearful of the pregnancy, it looked good on you. Looked good to the point that he wanted another kid because you being so round with his daughter made his heart ache in the best way possible. “You should go and take a seat on the sofa. It’s like sitting on a cloud,” he says, knowing damn well that he had it imported from whatever country it came from only because he wanted you to be comfortable during this whole pregnancy.
“Yeah, but,” you start, sitting on the bar stool as you watched him pipe animated designs on several pieces of cookies. “It won’t be the same without you,” you say, happiness evident in your tone as you put a hand on your stomach. “And our princess wants to see her dad create a masterpiece on those cookies.”
That was enough to make Gun smile—a rare one to his colleagues, quite normal to you—and while he thought that was cheesy yet adorable, he has his own lines ready to quip.
“How funny,” he says as he finishes piping one of the cookies before handing it to you to taste. “Because our princess needs to know that she,” he points at your tummy. “Is mom and dad’s magnum opus.”
GOO KIM
Goo has done a lot of stupid things, and while they are stupid, they are well-calculated. He doesn’t make a move where he knows he’s on the losing end because Goo will always benefit in the end.
This, however, is not something that he had calculated. He was also unsure if he was going to benefit from this because he hadn’t thought this through. Maybe it was also the panic and anxiety talking because he’s not supposed to talk and think like this whenever you’re involved—making it sound like you’re just some random business deal that he needs to get over with when you’re not.
You’re worth more than whatever pile of money was waiting for him at the end of every goal he has.
Still, he can’t even deny it himself—the news had shaken him up. Though thanks to years of masking his feelings, he’s definitely a lot better at not showing whatever emotion that was about to consume him because you look so happy.
You look so happy at the fact that you’re giving him a child at this age. Goo wonders if you’re as crazy as he is because holy shit, the two of you were only, what? In your 20s?
You should be partying at the club and not getting knocked up by him because: a) he’s got a lot of shit to do in the underworld and he’s involved with incredibly dangerous people, b) he’s an idiot that wanted to go raw, and c) he’s unsure if he can be a great father to this kid.
Goo, at most, plans 5 steps ahead, but with you wanting to keep the baby, he must plan at least 10 steps ahead because God knows whatever life is going to throw at him next. He was still unsure about the pregnancy—the thought of being a father—but he sure as hell would give you everything to ensure that you only have a smooth and less-awful pregnancy.
So, months later, his protectiveness shows.
Really.
“Jungoo, I’m fine!” you argue with your boyfriend as he held your hand, the two of you descending down the stairs of your new home.
He was insane enough to get you a house—away from prying eyes so that you and your beloved baby girl will be safe, not worrying about anyone who could possibly attack the two most important people in his life. “I can go down the stairs just fine!” you exclaim.
And while you almost push him down the goddamn stairs, Goo keeps a tight grip on your hand, the other on the small of your back. “You don’t know that, cupcake,” he says gently, eyes flitting from your face to your pregnant tummy. He feels his heart swell a little because going through the ultrasounds, the parenting books, the look of the nursery—everything made him excited.
A far cry from his initial response to when he found out you were pregnant. “Let me do this for you, okay?” he says gently, trying not to trigger a possible mood swing from you. “Ugh, fine,” you retort, letting him dote over you. “Only because you look funny begging,” you say, in which you receive a face from him.
You think about how Goo had always been so mobile, always in one place and then another because he has business deals all over Seoul. But with you, he’s been so patient, the most he’s ever been considering he always liked to get things done in the quickest, Goo-est way possible.
“Thanks, Goo,” you murmur as he safely helps you down the stairs, your hand immediately resting on your stomach. “Anything for you, sweetheart,” he says, leaning down to kiss your forehead before placing his hand on top of yours. “And for our sweet little angel too.”
JAKE KIM
Jake hadn’t really thought about being a father at such a young age.
Considering his lifestyle and as the leader of Big Deal, Jake had wanted to make sure that before anything like a pregnancy happens, or at least progresses, he had removed himself from the gang life.
Sure, he treats Big Deal like family because that’s what they are to him, but at the end of the day, there’s always a sick reminder in his head to never ever forget that it was still a gang—and the two of you having an unplanned pregnancy while he’s still the leader of the said gang makes him want to spiral into the abyss.
But even if he was in a state of shock and in worry, he doesn’t show that to you—not when you looked so horrified right in front of him, hands trembling, your tears instantly filling your lash line as you broke the news to him. You confirmed that you were indeed carrying his kid after a trip to the clinic.
“Hey,” he says as he holds your hand in his, engulfing them. “We’ll be okay,” he assures you in a quiet whisper, hunched down a little as makes a promise.
That’s what he tells you—often does, anyway. Jake was the type of person to reassure everyone around him that things were going to be okay, even if he himself was unsure of what the future holds. But he knows he’ll do something about it, make a plan—he had always been the type to step up no matter what challenge was thrown towards him.
A few weeks in your pregnancy, you began experiencing its symptoms. Jake could hear you retching your guts out in the bathroom, his immediate instinct was to get out of bed and quickly follow to help you. The swinging of the door was heard as you were keeled over, feeling his large hands help you with your hair before letting the other rest on your back.
His expression softens as he rubs your back. “It’s okay, baby,” he whispers, and you only hum a response in return because you didn’t feel like talking—the weight and realization of becoming a mother slowly sinking in with the symptoms.
Shit, he feels bad. Jake knows you well enough to know that you’re in deep thought, and he thinks that you wouldn’t have to carry majority of the burden if the two of you had been careful enough. But you wanted to keep the baby, and it’s your body therefore it’s also your choice. In the end, all Jake can do was be there for you and be the best support system for you.
“I’m here.”
GITAE KIM
Fatherhood is a foreign concept to Gitae.
If anything, he thinks—knows, that he’s not meant to be a father. He doesn’t have the gentleness and patience of a parent. Sure, maybe he can be stern, but never in his life did he think that he would be a father. Can you blame him if he didn’t know how to be one, given how he was born out of wedlock? How his own father barely acknowledged him, his first born, and so he turned into whatever this is.
All Gitae knows is that he was a man made to remove people—a man who resented his own parents; resenting them for giving him life when he didn’t ask for it.
He knows that being a parent isn’t for him. So when you told him you were pregnant, a multitude of thoughts had come to his head.
It was as clear as day whenever Gitae recalls the moment you broke the news to him.
How your voice trembled when you spoke to him, pupils looking like they were about to spill salty tears. How you were visibly shaken, making yourself look smaller in his presence, utterly distraught at the fact that you were pregnant when the two of you have been so careful. How you had endless apologies slipping from your lips, not bothering to look at him out of fear that he might get rid of you and your unborn child.
Gitae doesn’t know if the odd pain in his chest was normal whenever he remembers that devastated version of you that day. Even if the two of you had such an unconventional start in your relationship, at the end of the day, he still chose to risk it all with you despite not knowing the first steps in loving someone—in caring for someone other than himself.
At the end of the day, he still wants you in his life no matter how dangerous it was—because he had a silent promise not just to you, but to himself.
That he will protect you because he wants you standing by his side.
“You’re pregnant,” is what Gitae says as he looks down on you, the sentence he utters sounds more like a statement than a question. It was as if he doesn’t completely register the revelation you just told him—the look in his eyes could be described as two things: distant and hollow.
But this is you, not some random woman—not a concubine. So he tries to take it easy on you.
“Do you want to keep it?” Is the first thing he asks, and when you take a while to respond, he leans forward to hug you—a moment of reassurance and affection, quite rare. An unspoken I’ll be here for you. And once you said yes, Gitae steels himself for nine long months of pregnancy—and a lifetime of fatherhood.
Though, he thinks he’s faring better than expected.
Months later, he finds himself massaging your feet as you tell him about how your daughter was giving you a hard time today, constantly kicking, making you want to lay down constantly. And apart from that, pregnancy in itself made it quite heavy for you on your day-to-day, so you asked Gitae to give you a foot massage.
To which he surprisingly obliged.
He only hums as he listens to you, a grunt and even a small chuckle escaping from time to time. “Mi flor,” he speaks, looking at your stomach. “Don’t give your mama such a hard time. She’s already dealing with papa as it is,” he jokes lightly, but he doesn’t notice the slight look of concern that you give him.
He makes it sound so horrible dealing with him. Maybe to his enemies, yes, but Gitae had been nothing but different with you in the best way possible. “I’m sure our little flower just misses you,” you assure him lightly. “After all, papa had been gone majority of the day. She hasn’t heard your voice as much,” you tell him, and he glances at you with a softened expression.
“Is that so, mi flor?” he says, halting in his movements of tending to your feet as he sits next to you. “Well, papa’s here now,” he murmurs, rubbing your stomach gently, feeling his daughter kick, and that instantly brings a small smile on his lips.
“Should I tell you what mama and I plan on giving you when you’re born?” he asks his daughter.
A trend where you yell the words at your bf and try to hug him to see what he’ll do
Jonggun: *blows smoke in your face*
Goo: ‘I’m Gay!’
Gitae: *Strikes you with his axe*
James: *Dodges and walks past you*
DG: *Tries his best to be polite even though he’s restraining himself from being rude*
Daniel: ‘I’m sorry miss but i’m taken.’
Vin jin: *Probably shoves you very hard off him and will say some insults at you*
Vasco: *Gives you a lecture on how you should not try to get with a taken man nor try to invade their personal space because that can be disrespectful and rude*
Zack: *little bit flustered, but will try to get away and tell you you’re not as pretty as his gf*
Jay Hong: ‘…………………………’
Eli jang: ‘uhm…can you get off me?….i’m not single…’
Jake kim: ‘miss can you move it? I’m not exactly fond of being touched without permission.’
Hudson Ahn: ‘ 0/10.’
Jaegyeon na: ‘that touching you did will cost you at least 340.000.000. Won.’
Taesoo ma: *starts beating you*
Jichang kwak: *ignores you and tries to walk past you*
Jinrang: *stares for a very long time, looking rather unimpressed*
Gongseob Ji: *flirts back*
Seongji yuk: *Stares in utter confusion*
Samuel seo: *Grips your arm pretty hard with a rather creepy smile*
Eugene: *politely smiles but sets some distance*
Ryuhei Kuroda: ‘you’ll have to wait in line for that one girly.’
Sinu han: *awkwardly pats your back with a nervous laugh*
If it fine with you can you do jealous yamazaki shingen or jealous park jonggun?
𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑, 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍 . yamazaki shingen x reader
summary: shingen and gun become jealous when a little boy musters the courage to ask you to marry him
pairing: yamazaki shingen x reader . platonic! gun park x reader
details: reader replaces somi park . ooc shingen . bro is whipped for you . gun's a little menace to society . reader gets a little suggestive . teensy subtle mention of amputation . anon ask . all banners used are from @cafekitsune . all pictures used are from pinterest
a/n: i've always wanted to write something for shingen there's just something ab tall, brooding men turning into putty just for you 😋 enjoy babes! did a mix of both for u anon, my pookies didn't deserve anything that happened to them. spoiler alert: i blame the midwife. i hate her. also sorry if u were expecting something more serious, i don't see shingen being the type to venture in public unless it's to stalk you
yamazaki shingen does not get jealous. or at least, that's what he tells himself. jealousy, like any other emotion, is considered a weakness, and a weakness is something his countless foes will immediately grab on to once they catch sight of it, his father always told him.
he had learned to shut off his emotions a long time ago, ever since his embarrassing defeat against the famed gapryong kim from south korea. however he allows himself to have one simple weakness, despite his father and brother's disagreements, and that was you.
his darling, most treasured wife out of the ten women chosen just for him. you beauty shone through the others, and your quick-witted mind and equally sharp tongue was a stark contrast to the other women that only wished to survive in this cold, unfamiliar place.
shingen adored you. he favoured you, and that much was shown when he allowed you to keep your pinky, much to the displeasure of his brother. he gave you a strong and healthy boy with odd eyes, whom you proudly named gun, and treasured with your life.
shingen cherished you, anybody could tell. but do you love him too? this was a six-year question he never got the courage to ask.
which is why he is unsure of what to feel when he secretly follows you and your five year old son out of the compound and to a nearby public playground, and he sees a young boy bashfully coming up to you and showing a bouquet of wildflowers he had collected.
an odd feeling bubbles in his gut as he watches you smile warmly at the boy, patting his head with a gloved hand, gently taking the bouquet, complimenting it as you admired the flowers. nonsense. even shingen could make a better bouquet than that little brat could (he's lying) to give to you.
"what are you doing here?" shingen pauses in his train of thoughts, looking down, only to see his five year old son standing beside him with a blank look on his face, hands in his pockets. he wasn't even looking at the clan leader, merely staring unblinkingly at you in the distance.
the yamazaki head merely grunts, turning back around to watch you interact with the young boy. the little brat was getting bolder and bolder, daring to grab your hands in his grubby little paws and dancing around with you.
the father and son stood by the side, unnervingly identical blank dark eyes glued onto you, watching you interact with the child, and any passerby walking past them would have had to blink and rub their eyes, wondering if they were seeing doubles.
shingen spares a glance down at gun, and feels somewhat amused by how entranced his son was with you. truly, he thinks to himself as he returns his gaze to you. he is truly too much like his father.
he feels that same, odd feeling fluttering in his stomach as he watches the little beast motion for you to lean down, and braves a small peck against your cheek. the kid's face explodes in a fine assortment of red colours as the other children laugh and cheer, clearly entertained by this boy's foolishness. shingen watches as you merely smile at him and ruffle his hair, not saying a word.
to anybody watching, shingen and gun looked the same as before, but if they looked closer – really looked closer, they would see the exact same crease in between their eyebrows as their gazes became sharper, trained onto the boy.
shingen feels disheartened. why was it so simple for a young child you barely knew to kiss you on the cheek? he had been watching you, waiting for the perfect moment to give you a lil smooch, but each time you seemed to read his intentions and kept your distance.
shingen was frustrated. what was he doing wrong?
"MARRY ME!" the impudent little boy suddenly shouts, with flushed cheeks and a makeshift ring, made out of a little daisy he'd found.
immediately, both shingen and gun's head snaps towards him, death threats running through their minds. oh hell no.
meanwhile, you gave the poor, oblivious boy an awkward smile, extremely floored by the situation. poor kid, did he even know what he was getting himself into? by the looks of his expectant expression and hopeful eyes, clearly not. you clear your throat and open your mouth, ready to spout some bullshit, but someone else beats you to it.
"there you are, dear." you jump slightly in surprise as a deep voice murmurs in your ear, thick, strong arms snaking around your waist as your husband magically appears by your side, resting his chin on your collarbone, letting his hot breath fan your skin.
the little boy stares at shingen with a mix of indignation and fear. "w-who are you?!" he stutters out, and you had to admire his courage.
"i'm her husband." was shingen's immediate reply, and your eyes widen slightly to here the subtle pride in his voice.
the boy frowns. "no you're not! i'm gonna marry her, not you!" you sweatdrop slightly as the two males exchange heated looks – well, at least the boy's was heated, shingen looked purely amused, though you swore there was a tinge of annoyance that flashed through his eyes, though you could never telk what was running through that man's mind.
but unfortunately for the boy, he forgot that there was another formidable enemy headed right for them.
"kaa-san, is this shrimp bothering you?" your son smoothly steps in, gaze calm yet predatory as he looks down upon the inferior boy before him.
the little boy's eyes widen in fear as he recognizes gun, as do the children watching them with bated breath. "it's the playground demon!" a girl shrieks, and all the children flee in different directions, screaming their heads off, even your ever-so-valiant pursuer.
you chuckle a little, and sinply offer a loving pat on gun's head, who looks up at you with the same blank look, though your smile widens as you notice a fervent and soft tinge in his eyes as he gazes up at you.
shingen watches the exchange, feeling strangely out of place. he stiffens a little as you turn towards him, a gentle, yet unreading smile on your face.
out of courtesy, shingen wordlessly offers his arm, to which you accept, your other hand holding on to gun's tinier palm as the three of you begin your walk home.
"i noticed you'd followed my son and i here, lord yamazaki." shingen shows no reaction as your clear voice cuts through the awkwardness. he remains quiet for a few seconds, before turning to look down at you straight in the eyes.
"yes," he replies bluntly, and watches as you blink up at him, taken aback, clearly expecting him to dodge the question. your walls quickly rise as they had fallen, and your smile is quickly plastered back on.
"oh my, whatever for?" you chuckle as you continue your journey, and your voice turns teasing. "were you jealous, then? watching that little boy ask for my hand in marriage?"
"yes."
"ah, i expected-" you pause, and turn to stare at him disbelievingly. "...pardon?"
you weren't sure what you were expecting, but it definitely was not for the man beside you to avert his dark eyes, almost in embarrassment, suddenly looking like a kicked puppy. "are you... upset i interrupted?"
"how could i ever be?" and it's shingen's turn to be taken aback at how soft and genuine you sounded, it almost made him flinch in shock. "you are... my husband." you say quietly, ears tinged red.
a few more seconds of awkward silence pass, before the little gremlin decided to interrupt. "kaa-san, can you carry me?" gun asks blankly, stopping to raise his arms in your direction.
you smile, immediately taking your hand out of shingen's grasp, and the yamazaki clan leader is left with an unexplicable void in his heart as he watches you lift your child in your arms, smiling fondly at him as you continued walking.
suddenly, you stop and whirl around, smiling at shingen. and he realizes, with a start, that this was the first genuine smile he has ever received from you. and he loved it.
"it seems i have been neglecting my marital duties as a wife to my lovely husband," you hum, almost teasingly, a suggestive glint in your eyes. "i shall be visiting your bedchambers tonight, lord yamazaki."
warmth spreads through shingen's chest, and he allows the slightest of smiles to creep onto his face.
"i would love that too... my wife." and he takes a step, then another, and another, until he was directly in front of you. you beam up at him, and your little family walks home together.
yamazaki shingen loves you, and he's willing to wait however long needs be and make a fool of himself as many times as he has to for you to smile like that at him once more.
extra:
"kaa-san, i was jealous that little imbecile asked to marry you just now. can you visit my bedchambers too?" gun suddenly questions, and you let out a small laugh at his funny request.
"silly boy, i do that every night." you hum in amusement, gently tapping his nose as you spoke.
"kaa-san, i meant you should visit my bedchambers and not my father's."
"..." you sweatdrop as the father and son exchange blank looks that conveyed malicious threats and murderous intent.
author's note ; highly inspired by ptjs tiktok with alarms. first art cr. to loveissiwan on X.
Jonggun doesn’t ask for hugs. he doesn’t initiate warmth. and he definitely doesn’t admit to wanting it.
to most people, he’s all sharp angles and cold control — distant, untouchable. that’s how he likes it too. how he’s always been. people respect fear and power. and Jonggun is very good at giving them reasons to keep their distance.
raised on fists and discipline, taught that strength meant survival, he was trained to fight — not to feel. touch, in Yamazaki world, had always meant something else. a punch. a blow. a warning. nothing comforting ever came from it. so somewhere along the way, his body just stopped expecting softness altogether.
no one really hugged Jonggun growing up. no one ruffled his hair or held him helping hand. what he got instead were commands, missions, the expectations to be perfect weapon and leader. without any hesitations. emotions were inefficient. touch was a liability.
so now, when something warm and human stirs in his chest, he doesn’t quite know what to do with it.
Jonggun doesn’t want to fight you. that’s the first thing he understands.
he doesn’t want to intimidate, doesn’t want to keep you at arm’s length like he does with everyone else. but affection? that’s foreign territory. too soft. too vulnerable. too un-Jonggun.
so he does what he can.
he flicks your forehead when you're distracted. he pokes your side when you don’t respond to him. he pinches your cheek when you ignore his presence — subtle little things, rough around the edges. never quite a real touch, never too serious. just enough to feel you.
it looks like teasing on the outside. it’s easy to mistake it for annoyance actually.
but it’s the only way Jonggun knows how to ask for touches.
because he knows that you will always brush his hand away in annoyance. or slap his forearm in playful manner if he bother you too much. a fleeting touch of fingers. the slightest touch. such a small thing Jonggun can forgive himself for, but still wanting more.
because hugging you? that would be crossing a line he doesn’t know how to return from. asking for closeness would mean admitting he wants it — needs it — and that’s too exposed, too raw. he doesn’t have the language for it.
so he lingers instead. he sits a little closer than necessary. lets his shoulder brush yours. stands behind you quietly, watching, protecting even.
and if he ever tickles you — which he does more than he’d admit — it’s because laughter feels safer than silence. because if you’re laughing, you’re not questioning his motives. you're not asking him what he really wants. and you're not pulling away.
he doesn’t touch people if its not fight. but with you, he finds his own excuses.
Jonggun not trying to be cruel or confusing — it’s just all he knows.
so no, Park Jonggun never ask for hugs.
but sometimes, when he flicks your ear or pulls you into a half-hearted scuffle that feels more like a game than a fight — maybe he’s asking anyway. in the only way he knows how.
The series of lookism characters on a beach holiday.
Note: this series is inspired by the busan splash that happened like a year ago. One may ask why am I writing now? The simple answer for it would be, yes. I was to shy and lazy to write for a year ago so.. imaa try now
This fic contains bad writing, bunch of photos and bullshit without lookism lore logic.
This fic may not bw accurate cause the author hasn't been to a beach for 4 years.
Finally after kicking charles choi ass and sending him up. Daniel thought it's finally over. So what's the best way to relax after skipping school for months and not studying?
A trip to the beach with his homies
And that's how he ended up kidnap by goo and nearly slimed by him like he was the watermelon
Anyways jokes aside. Let's focus on the main thing
This isn't really a x reader fic which it was supposed to be originally be. I changed the idea midway writing this. So i am sorry for those looking for an x reader fic. If y'all want, i can make an x reader version too later.
This fic has mentions of reader/you in some small bits, you can see in it in any way, platonic or romantic. It's upto you.
Characters in this fic: Gun park, goo kim and James lee.
+honorable mention special character!
¢ Gun park! Special mention: goo
Some may thinks it will be hard to get gun to agree to go beach with you to some fun and relax, but that's not true. This man would agree upon one ask, after all he is a masochist, not a workaholic.
He carries more items then necessary, but it doesn't matter when he is the one carrying them all and looking after them so they don't get lost.
Let's out a scowl the moment he notices goo there with his secret friends group. Taejin and logan doesn't really care seeing him but he could feel samuel glaring him sometimes randomly but when he turns to look, he doesn't catch it.
Whenever some kids sand castles accidentally gets washed up by ocean water, he glares at the sad kid's face through his shades and starts rambling about how 'the world only cares about results' and starts to go walk away.
Later tries to build a sand castle only cause goo was making one and the competitive energy starts to rise. Both of them try their best to make better then the other but is left jealous and pissed when the kid he just gave a 'life lesson' to, makes a better sand castle then both of them.
He has never tried shaved ice in his life. At first he didn't wanna eat it cause who eats that typa attitude but actually gets one for the hype. Later he was seen with eating two at once at the same time.
★ Goo kim! Special mention: samuel
Bro finally had enough of trying to convince gun to come to the beach with him. He flipped out seeing him agreeing to your request on the first try.
He finally raided beach the beach with his homies, or what he calls his 'secret friends' group. Which is not much of an secret in itself.
Only samuel agreed to come with him at first. The others were to busy as they 'say'. But in reality, they knew they were gonna lost their aura infront of shirtless goo. But at the end they all had to join him cause well, i said so.
All the girls, boys, birds, any animals, sand, ocean, sun, sky, clouds were staring every respectfully at goo. Trust. I was the umbrella there.
Goo immediately jumped into the ocean while samuel just stayed on those chairs, enjoying his drink under the shade and reading some sort of book.
Goo thought he was tryna look cool or something but Samuel was just trying to finish the books as soon as he could. Why you ask? He already got hald spoilers from internet, he ain't waiting around until it's fully spoiled for him.
At the end this man ended up kidnapping daniel cause it was getting boring.
§ James lee! Special mention: Gitae kim
Just when james was planning for next step after sending charles choi to where he can finally meet up his old friends from 0 generation (spoiler). Suddenly a background music came to catch his ears (the bazooka)
Both his ears, heart and brain were touched by that song so that's when he decided, that there is life except planning. So he styled his hair and set out to beach.
Gitae kim kept questioning him about what was happening, but who cared to answer to an 7'0 axe carrying cartel leader from Mexico? None. Fear was in the mind, not in the limbs gitae chopped up. After all, he was familiar with limbs too himself.
After he finally reached the beach, he found out somehow that gun was suddenly out of jail and enjoying the beach vacation. How did that happen one may ask? He couldn't care less, as long as he doesn't get in th way of his future plans.
James was just enjoying the view when gitae called to ask again, what the hell was he doing? Going to vacations after calling him from all the way from Mexico to here to do this?
James sweated zero bullets and told him to chill, before they arrange an happy reunion party for the 0th generation fist gang members.
At the end he ended writing one song about the summer this time, not for his k pop idol carrier, but once for himself.
Honorable mention:
‡ Seongji yukk! Special mention: Me ofc!
Everyone was just chilling in the beach, sliming or getting slimed. Whatever they had in their fate. But that's when someone appeared from under the ocean to greet them.
That's exactly when I shapeshift back from umbrella to an fish to ask for autograph <3
Hello, can you write that the reader is a foreigner and a normal person, first met Gun on the street and asked him to chase the dog away, because the reader accidentally poked the dog so he got chased away, reader instead of paying attention to the scary level Gun, they only noticed how scary the dog was, after Gun chased it away for the reader, they apologized to him (for bothering him) and thanked him (for chasing the dog away), then the reader left as if nothing had happened. ..
wrong threat | gun park w/ reader
summary: you survived a dog attack with the help of a man who looks like he's the one who starts dog attacks. you didn’t even notice, now gun park's rethinking his whole vibe.
author's note: sorry for the late requests, everyone! i just updated tumblr and my requests started showing up again. hope u enjoy! also i rewatched twinkling watermelon while finishing this 😞👊
You didn't mean to poke it.
You really didn't.
But there was a massive, grumpy-looking dog, all teeth and tension, growling low in its throat. And there you were, a stupid little being with an even stupider reflex to “boop” something you should’ve just walked past.
Now you’re backing up against a vending machine, heart in your throat, clutching your bag like it’s about to sprout wings and fly you away.
“Uh... excuse me! Sir?”
The man turns. He’s tall. Dark hair. Sunglasses on even though the sun’s already dipping. And… terrifying. Like if a cigarette could grow legs and punch someone.
But you’re focused on the dog. The dog, not the man. Because the dog is lunging, and the man is there, and you’re out of options.
“Can you- uh- can you maybe scare that thing away?” you ask, pointing at the dog, voice pitching up embarrassingly high. “I think I accidentally offended it.”
There’s a pause.
A long one.
Gun Park doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to. He just shifts his weight slightly, turns his face towards the growling dog, and the thing immediately backs off like it just saw the grim reaper.
You exhale. Loudly. Maybe a little dramatically.
“Whoa. That worked.”
The dog bolts down the alley and disappears. You place one of your hands at the back of your neck, heart still hammering.
Then you look at Gun.
And this is where a normal person might shrink under the weight of his presence. The kind of presence that feels like a blade under your skin, like something sharp that doesn’t cut yet, but could. The kind of guy you cross the street to avoid, just in case.
But you just blink up at him and say:
“Sorry for bothering you. And thanks a lot, man!”
He doesn’t respond.
“Okay... have a nice day... then..?"
And you walk away. Like nothing happened. Like you didn’t just ask one of the most dangerous men in Korea to do you a favor like it was a casual Monday.
Can you please write for gun, goo, johan, dg, samuel when they confess to their fem!crush she laughs cause she doesn't believe them (considering how they are) and tells them that they don't need to lie to her in order to use her/not to make fun of her. Thank you!!!
There's No Way.
Female Reader.
Requested.
Request Rules.
Masterlist.
Diego Kang:
Surprise.
That's what [Name] feels right now.
Eyes wide, mouth agape, and her heart hammering against her chest.
There's no way the DIEGO KANG said those words to her, it has to be a joke, right? There's no way the stoic, nonchalant, and laid back Diego said those 3 words to her.
And she couldn't help but burst into laughter as a result.
"HAHAHAHAHA!! There's no way, right? You have to be joking right now, Diego!"
[Name] said as Diego just watched her laugh with a straight, serious face. He just watched her continue to laugh like what he said was a joke.
After awhile, she finally calmed down and looked at him seriously.
"You're joking, right?"
[Name] asked, looking Diego straight in the eyes. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair and looked at her with his usual expression, but she could see the hint of vulnerability, genuine and love behind those stoic eyes.
"You really think I would joke about something as love?"
He said, making [Name] serious, her expression one of caught of guard. She could hear the sincerity in his voice. [Name] was taken it back to be honest, she never thought in a million years Diego could be so vulnerable.
She bit her lip and Diego could see that she didn't know what to do or think, he sighed as he walked towards her and gently held her hand.
[Name] looked at him in surprise, feeling his rough, calloused hands intertwined with hers. She could feel her face burning up from the gesture, she bit her lower lip even more.
".. I'm not joking on what I said, I'm serious. You know I would never joke about something like that... especially to you.." Diego softly said as he leaned close to [Name] face, [Name] stared at his eyes and she could feel her knees getting weaker.
"Please believe me..."
Thump.
"I do.."
Thump.
"Love you..."
Diego saw her face getting red even more, it made him chuckle as he softly caress her face.
"Do you believe me now? Or do I need to kiss you to pr-"
"Okay! Okay! I believe you!"
Samuel Seo:
"What did you say?"
Samuel kissed his teeth as he looked away and tiny red blushes on his cheek. "I said I love you idiot..." Samuel said while scratching the back of his neck.
[Name] stared at him before she let out a chuckle making Samuel looked at her in confusion, he raised an eyebrow looking at her. "What? Why did you chuckle?" Samuel asked as he crossed his arms.
She looked at him with a smile. "I don't believe you Samuel, if this is a joke. You got me there." [Name] said as Samuel went quiet.
He stared at her dumbfounded at her words before he fully realized on what she said, he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm not joking.." Samuel grumbled which only made [Name] chuckle once more which cause his irritation to grow.
"I'm not.."
"C'mon Samuel..."
[Name] said looking at him with a apologetic smile. "You were never the type to joke around..." She said as his irritation grew and a tick mark appeared on his forehead.
Thud!
Her eyes widened as she looked at Samuel, her back pressed against the wall. Samuel had pinned her on the wall, though not harshly of course. His large hands gripping on her shoulders tightly but not too tight that it might cause a bruise.
"Samuel?"
Samuel drew his face closer to [Name], their nose just an inch from touching each other.
"This is getting irritating..."
He said pushing his hair back as [Name] looked at him, blinking profusely. "I am in love with you god damnit... I'm not joking... I wish I was... I don't know how or when, but all I know is that I am suddenly in love with you.." Samuel said with a serious tone as [Name] stood there.
Listening to his confessions.
"You and your stupid adorable face... your cute eyes... pouty lips... it's driving me crazy.." Samuel muttered, getting close to [Name] face who's breath hitched while making eye contact with Samuel.
"I am in love with you, and I am not joking."
Samuel said before pulling away but not before [Name] grabbed his face and kissing him in the lips, it caught Samuel off guard at the feeling of her soft lips against his. But slowly he kissed her back, holding her close to him.
Pushing his body closer to hers as he wrapped his arms around [Name] body. After awhile, they both pulled away from the kiss and panted heavily. He chuckled and smirked, seeing [Name] face.
"Damn, you look so cute right now."
Goo Kim:
"I don't believe you."
"Eh?"
Goo stood there, eyes blinking profusely while staring at [Name]. His mind processing the words before he let out a loud scream.
"EEEHHHH??!?!"
He yelled as [Name] covered her ears from the scream that the blonde let out, she sighed as Goo started to pace around the room in shock at what she said to his confession.
Mumbling on how [Name] didn't believe his words while she watched, [Name] sighed and coughed catching Goo's attention.
Goo stopped pacing around and stood in front of her and held her shoulders. "Why don't you believe me? Is it something that I said? the way I said? My tone of voice? My facial expression?" Goo said, wanting to know on why the girl he loves didn't believe him.
[Name] sighed and stopped Goo from continuing shaking her back and forth. "C'mon... this has to be one of your pranks, right? There's no way you would... have feelings for me..." [Name] said as Goo took a step back.
It dawned on him on why she didn't believe him.
He was a prankster, he teased everyone and wasn't serious all the time. No wonder his beloved [Name] didn't believe him, it was his notorious reputation.
[Name] stood there, staring at the now quiet Goo.
"Goo? Is something wrong?"
The blonde took a deep breath, [Name] tilted her head as she raised an eyebrow. "Goo?" She asked once more.
He then kneeled down on the ground shocking [Name] at the gesture. "Goo?" [Name] asked before he turned his head to look straight at her.
[Name] was surprised at the look on his face, it was serious. She has seen him being serious before and mostly it was during fights, and now here...
"[Name]... the love of my life... the girl who captured my heart... listen to what I have to say... I am not joking, I am serious. I love you. I love you truly from the bottom of my heart, I love you more than anything in the world! More than fighting, more than my swords and more than money. I love you so much."
Goo said so seriously that it made [Name] heart thump at his words, she blushed as she slapped his shoulder.
"Idiot!"
"Huh?! Did I do something wrong?"
Goo watched as she stomped off but swore he could see her face was red as a tomato, it made him smile and chuckle and followed behind her.
"My love!"
"Don't call me that!"
Gun Park:
"Say what now?"
[Name] said staring at Gun with wide eyes, he sighed and put his hands in his pocket. "Are you deaf? I said I love you idiot." Gun said as she blinked profusely.
"Yo-You're serious, right?" She asked as Gun nodded, [Name] didn't know if he was joking or not but Gun was not the type to joke about something or anything at all. And he looked serious when he said it.
But she didn't know if he was serious that he was feelings for her,
"... you're not... playing right?"
Gun sighed and nodded, though it irritated him seeing her ask so questions like she doubted him, though she did, but he couldn't blame her. He was never the type to have feelings for anything except in fighting.
But [Name] was the one that showed him love, what love felt like. And it was a pleasant feeling he never wants to go away.
"I'm not joking, believe me.."
He took a step forward and held her hand close to his chest, where his heart was.
[Name] could feel his heart beat and it was beating loudly, she blushed and looked at him as she could feel his thumbs caressing over her knuckles.
"You... you are the one making my heart beat faster than ever... you're the one making it beat faster outside of fighting and it's a pleasant feeling..." Gun said as he slowly brought her hand to his lips and gently kissed her knuckles.
[Name] blushed as she held his hand tighter, he looked at her through his sunglasses. "So... do you feel the same way?" Gun asked, his heart beating faster at her answer.
She smiled which caused Gun view to bright.
"Of course!"
Johan Seong:
"I love you.."
"Eh?"
[Name] blushed at Johan's sudden confession to her, her heart started to beat loudly but she quickly shook it off and looked at him.
"Why are you saying that?" She asked, acting casual. He looked at her with his childlike eyes which she couldn't resist. "Because I love you..." Johan said tilting his head.
She gulped. "There's no way that you love me... you're just joking right?" [Name] said looking away from him, Johan's face deflated at her words. He sighed before he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, catching her off guard.
"Jo-Johan?!"
[Name] stuttered as she felt her face burning up from his gesture, he snuggled his face against the crook of her neck which made her shivered.
"I do love you..."
Johan mumbled, [Name] bit her lip as she listened. "Ever since we were kids... I never got the courage to tell 'till now... I've been coward... hiding and running away from my feelings for you.." Johan said as his arms around her shoulders tightened.
"But now... I won't... I won't run away from these feelings anymore.." He said as he looked up his head to look at her flushing face, Johan smiled at the sight of her face.
"So... I'm not joking... you know I'm bad at telling jokes.." Johan said as he turned her around to face him, he watched as she averted her gaze away from him.
"Look at me.."
Johan pleaded with puppy dog eyes before he gently gripped her chin, forcing him to look at her. [Name] heart welled at Johan's face.
It was so cute that it made her heart burst. "I love you to the bottom of my heart..." Johan said as [Name] flushed, steam was coming out of her head.
"I... I love you too.."
Johan smiled brightly at her words and kissed her cheek which made her squeal and hid her face against his chest, he chuckled and hugged her.
