#lookism james lee

[amphitriteswife]

Lookism boys with a freaky S/O

‘You have such a big dick.’

James stopped writing for a moment. He seemed to pause. You weren’t sure if it were your words or not…but he soon continued writing. Not seeming to comment on your…rather…vulgar language. He did raise his eyebrows. Caught of guard by your sudden interest…but he’ll ignore it for now.

‘It’s so long.’

James sighed. His shoulder tensing for a bit before he put the pen down. He probably isn’t going to be able to focus on work today. Not with you in his office and you…disclaiming..your. Adoration for his anatomy. So he might as wel indulge.

‘I know it’s long. And big.’

You nodded. Gently wrapping your arms around him from behind. Your cheek pressed against his. James didn’t look at you. He just stared at the paper in front of him. There goes another day…but oh well. He’ll order someone else to do it for him. That’s the perks of being a CEO. Your eyes drifted to the paper. Then back at him..you pressed your lips to his ear…making him turn his head a little. He gave you a stern look. James has his rules about not getting freaky in the office. He’s a man who loves professionalism after all. But you know that. And you don’t care. That’s why you’re whispering.

‘Show me that cock…’

You were laying in Gun’s lap. And he was laying on the bed. One of his arms holding up the phone and his other placed in your hair. Your phone had died. So you were playing with the strings attached to his brown sweatpants. It was. Comfortable to lay on him. You gently tugged on the string. Feeling the waistband tighten underneath your head. And then your eyes landed on his bulge. His. Huge bulge. You blinked.

‘Your shin’s so massive.’

Gun gave you a grunt after a few moments. Indicating that he heard your voice. You looked up. Still seeing him glued to his phone. He’s probably watching youtube shorts or something.

‘Gunny.’

‘Hmmhh.’

You let go of the string you were fumbling with and gently pressed glided your fingers along his bulge. Gun didn’t seem to have a reaction at first. Still kist watching something stupid on his phone. But then it clattered right onto his face when he felt you cup his balls. Gun propped his head up. Giving you a rather confused glare.

‘What are you doing?…’

‘They’re so heavy.’

Gun stared at you. He’s. Confused. Startled. But more confused as to why you like…that particular part? Everyone usually likes the dick. Not…balls.

‘Yeah..’

‘Cause they’re full of your cum.’

Gun stared harder, putting himself into a sitting Position and gently swatting your hand away. He looked at you. Really looked at you. To see if you weren’t on any crack or weed…or perhaps drunk..or possessed.

‘Can i lick them?’

Gun looked down at his balls. Then back at you. How did you even come up with this? He’s not disturbed just…curious how your mind works like that. Watching you wiggle his tongue at him in a freaky manner…

‘Okay…’

Goo was brushing his teeth. Nothing too serious. Nothing too crazy. Just cozy. You taking a shower. Him brushing his teeth. It’s one of the moments you finally can spent together without anything or anyone interrupting the two of you. It felt almost domestic. When you got out of the shower. Your eyes landed on Goo’s back. Smooth. Muscular and a little wet. And then your eyes dropped even lower. To his ass.

‘You have a fat ass.’

Goo stopped brushing. Spitting out the toothpaste that was in his mouth a few seconds ago. He looked at you from the bathroom mirror, his eyes dropping to your tits before he looked back say you and burst out laughing at the absurdity and randomness of your statement.

‘I mean it.’

Goo couldn’t stop laughing. Grabbing the sink counter for support during his laugh session. Hus glasses sliding down his nose before he finally took some long gasps of hair.

‘You’re something else i swear.’

Your hand gently made contact with his ass. A soft clapping sound echoing in the bathroom. Goo on the other hand gently placed his hand on you chest. Mirroring the challenging look you gave him. Both of you didn’t say anything for a while before Goo pulled you by the arm that had its hand on his ass. Lifting you onto the sink

‘You can’t blame me for what happens next’

[kayleeeknee]

Hello! So i’d like to request a headcanon about lookism characters (Goo, Gun, Jake, James, Jaegyeon, Jinrang, Gitae obviously it’s fine if you can’t for all, also hope you can add also others you feel that fit the concept) so with an fem reader who is acting suspicious and they thing she is cheating on him or something with one of his people but she is just planning a birthday present or something for him. You know something cute fluffy whatever you feel. Thank you in advance🫶!

A/n: this is so cute oml,not lore accurate though huhu

Gun:

- he'll notice you getting a little too close with Daniel for the past few days, going as far as to hangout with him in your free time

- he won't make conclusions yet since it seems a little bit out of the bloom that your pretty busy with Daniel, so he might investigate a bit

- he won't stalk you instead he talks to Daniel about it in which Daniel acts dumb and unaware

about the situation

- He's now suspecting you were cheating on him when you went to a cafe with Daniel when in reality your asking Daniel some personal things about Gun that you don't really ask Gun, like his favorite brand or place.

- Leading him to an actual venue was hard, he works day and night plus he doesn't keep track when his birthday comes.

- So when he sees the surprise he's just blankly staring at the amount of people that came. But he's actually pretty happy that you took the time to prepare all of this for him

- Overall is just happy but not the kind of jumping from joy happy

Goo:

- Now Goo is more dramatic about it, really YOU'RE HANGOUT OUT with Gun? The man whose emotions are like stones on the side of the road, according to him

- At first he thought you were teasing him you know like the "making my bf jealous" typa thing but after seeing you interact with Gun he was kind of getting paranoid.

- He first interrogated Gun of course, it ended with Gun saying things like "I was just helping around" and he didn't like that one bit.

- jealousy got the better of him and he bursted in your house unannounced, ruining the surprise in the process.

- there he'll literally tear up after getting an actual explanation.

Gitae:

- umm I mean if your lucky you won't actually get axed in all honesty.

- anyway he'll notice like why are you with one of his dealers. It's unusual really, you talking to his business partner? NAW

- He straight up confronted you, but alas you were a good actor telling him lies and he actually bought it. The lies being "oh I was just trying to help you in the cartel".

- Okay that will kind off keep his mind of it for a while. That is until he went home bloodied with no lover insight one night and it just so happens that he has a phone call from one of his man to go to a location.

- There at the location is a small restaurant that you went to back when you were just starting to date and you can see him smirk and laugh at your antics.

James:

- He's smart about it no joke, 'like what're you doing with another person when the most perfect man is with you?'. At first he would be silent about it not giving it that much of a thought.

- Though it started getting on his nerves that you're avoiding him a lot in the past few weeks. He decided to follow you and this friend of his to only see you grocery shopping in the nearby convenient store.

- He felt guilty not having the time to also help you in your shopping sometimes so he left like a little puppy who got kicked. He spiraled into a kind of insecure man.

- All guilt was gone when you asked him to meet up at the park with that smile of yours. Oh how he misses your smile.

- He went there to see you already set up a nice picnic with him. Then it clicked, that's why you were buying food. He can't help but hug your body and say the faintest thank you.

Jake:

- Poor guy was so worried, his insecurities were showing a lot throughout that period. He was overthinking when you were speaking with Lineman WAY too much.

- at first he'll try not to make assumptions about you of course but after a while, he might crack and open up to his heart's content on Sinu. In which Sinu just reassures him in everything (he knows the surprise).

- After lots and lots of reassurance though he'll brush it off and clings to you even more. When I say cling I meant cling as in his not leaving your side which is odd.

- anyways he gets tired of it eventually and while he's distracted you already planned your anniversaries in the same place you met him.

- when your anniversary comes he's crying in your arms when you surprised him, HES SO CUTE OMG.

Jinrang:

- he's so observant with you, so yes he'll notice you drifting a little bit in the past few days, though not that he's doubting you. But he'll get closer to you to keep you from drifting.

- Baek Sang his closest friend wouldn't do such a thing right? So why is he suddenly feeling a bit jealous towards his long time friend, you're just talking and asking him so what's the harm in that???

- Now he'll be very open about his feelings to you and tackling this topic that's been in his mind for days. You didn't wanna make him worried so you told him somewhat the truth.

- Jinrang will let his guard down for now as he does trust you, along with Baek. Since he's busy anyway he low-key forgot about it.

- though on the day when you surprised him with home cooked dinner, his favorite dish too? He thinks he'll wife you up right there on the spot! (Credits to baeks information about him ofc).

[winterwump]

Lookism Boys & How They Flirt When They Actually Like You - Part 2

Summary: Disaster boy behavior but make it endearing, Part 2 Electric Boogaloo 🤪 Here’s Part 1

Author’s Notes: I already had a part 2 in mind so it’s nice that I got comments for more. After work yesterday night I immediately started on this part so I hope y’all enjoy. It’s still not NSFW

Word Count: 697

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

Eli

Flirting Style: Smooth, attentive, and giving

Gives you the quiet eye contact and sweet half-smile that melts panties

Lowkey flexes how good he is with kids (“Yenna made you a drawing… I helped her, but don’t tell her I said that”)

Will say “you’re beautiful” once, then act like it was nothing. But it wasn’t nothing because

His love language is offering you food and asking how your day was with full attention and active listening.

Protective but not overbearing. Will bodyblock a falling shelf and act like it’s just another Tuesday.

Bonus: If you touch his arm while laughing? Play with his hair? Be a good presence in Yenna’s life? Game over. He’s yours.

Gun

Flirting Style: Intense eye contact and threats that sound like proposals

“I don’t need a partner. I need someone who can keep up.” (Translation: I want you.)

Doesn’t smile, but you know when he’s into you because he starts looking at you like you’re prey, and HE IS STARVING.

Gifts you things that don’t feel romantic… until you realize no one else gets them. Like a new phone. Or a whole ass penthouse (to act grown in).

“You need discipline” - he’ll say after fixing your form at the gym, his hands lingering longer than necessary.

Bonus: He purposely loses at video games he’s previously beaten. Not because he can’t win, but because your grin when you win is more satisfying than victory.

Goo

Flirting Style: Chaos and catcalling, but make it charming

Will call you every nickname in the book. “Sugar tits,” “baby shark,”or “wifey” - he’s def testing which one makes you react.

Pulls pranks just to hear you laugh… or scream. Either works for him.

Gets jealous easily but pretends it’s a joke (“Oh, he looked at you? I’ll murder him, Y/N. kidding! Unless…”)

If he’s quiet for longer than 10 seconds around you, it means he’s either in love or planning something stupid. Or both.

Bonus: He’ll flirt with everyone to throw you off. But only you get the soft, sleepy Goo voice at 3AM.

James Lee / Diego Kang

Flirting Style: Elegant, detached… until you touch him.

Doesn’t flirt traditionally. He just shows up, stares at you from across the room, and somehow leaves you breathless. (Not too far from canon lol)

Compliments feel like confessions: “You’re a distraction. And I hate distractions. But I keep looking at you.”

Will not initiate physical touch, but if you do? He’s not letting go for anything.

Dangerously polite. Opens doors, holds your coat, corrects your form at the private gym he booked for just the two of you. You’ll think he’s just being nice until he says something like - “I dreamt about you...again”

Bonus: One kiss and he starts spiraling privately. He’ll still act cool. He’s not lol

Ryuhei Kuroda

Flirting Style: Bully-to-lover with unhinged fixation energy

Constantly bothers you. Flicks your hair. Steals your pen. Won’t stop poking your buttons.

“Dumbass. You’re too cute when you’re mad.”

Treats you like a game until the moment someone else flirts with you, then it’s not a game anymore.

You get under his skin in ways he hates. And craves. He’d rather eat nails than admit he’s blushing.

Bonus: He’ll fake-disgusted moan if you touch him - “Ew, you’re touching me? Are we dating now or something?” (he hopes yes)

Hudson

Flirting Style: Gentle loyalty with hints of angst

He watches you with sharp eyes but speaks softly. He doesn’t talk much but when he does, it’s only to you. He also never brings up his street life because he thinks it’ll ruin how you see him (it won’t lol)

“Need anything?” - sounds sooo casual, but it means he’s already halfway to solving your problems before you finish answering.

The kind to memorize your favorite snacks, the exact way you like your tea, your allergies. Acts like it’s no big deal. (He gives your snack choices +100 points even if he doesn’t like them)

Protective as hell. If you so much as stub your toe, he’s ready to declare war on gravity.

Bonus: When he finally touches you, it’s hesitant and reverent—like you’re sacred. His ears might go red.

This was super fun to write! I wanted to add Sinu but I couldn’t think of what to say idk. Requests are open so have at it. BYE!!!

[waleriqww]

everyone's hair looks different in the new style don't tell me gun will come with long hair (just like his dad)

[corner-in-corner]

Reflected in you

desc: James Lee wishes he could take Jinrang’s place

obsessive!(yandere) James Lee x reader, implied established Jinrang x reader

kinda second part

As a rule, James Lee feels nothing for the first generation. To him, they are just sacrificial lambs, stepping stones on his path, tedious tasks to be crossed off his to-do list. Diego Kang’s rule is simple: the first generation are complete strangers—insignificant, disposable, and irrelevant.

And yet, there is an exception.

The one that proves the rule.

The strongest champion of arena.

The King of Busan.

The man adored by all.

Jinrang.

The man adored by you.

Oh, how he hates him. How he hates that expressionless face—so impassive, so unreadable—until it turns to you and softens. How he hates the quiet, unwavering protectiveness, the way he shields you from the world as something sacred.

How he hates the way you let him.

Your bright smile, so full of warmth, offered freely whenever Jinrang holds you. Your laughter, twisting inside his chest, ringing in his ears long after it’s gone. The lips that press against his, as if the rest of the world no longer exists. But he still exists.

That should have been him.

He should have been the owner of your smiles, the one to pull laughter from your lips. He should have been the one holding your hand, tracing slow circles over your skin, pressing his lips to your palms on moonlit nights. He should have been the one watching candlelight dance over your face, admiring the way the flickering glow traced the delicate contours of your face.

But he was not.

He stands before the mirror, his gaze dark and unreadable. Every detail—the sharp cut of his suit, the inky black of his new hair color, the cold, unreadable stare—reminds him of that man. His gaze fell upon the gold signet ring.

It’s almost perfect.

The Allied are heading to Busan.

Soon it becomes perfect.

He wonders… if he looks enough like Jinrang, will you smile at him the same way?

If he moves like him, speaks like him, breathes like him, fights like him—will you let him take his place?

Will you love him the way you love him?

Endnote: dear lord, I’m so ashamed of myself 😖

Nah, I’m Jinrang simp, but thanks to this frame, the idea of love triangle James x reader x Jinrang is not leaving me

[locomoqo]

james lee x manager reader? pretty, hyper efficient manager who doesn’t bat an eye at him, who’s so good at her job and doesn’t pine over him like the others do, who simply won’t pay attention to him and it frustrates him because he’s had the hots for her for years. yeah. one of my fav scenarios, i think abt it alot

lovefool

— diego kang/james lee x reader

details: fluff, manager!reader

A/N: hope i did this req justice huhu

James watches as you chat on the phone, voice calm and efficient as always. Business talk, again. It’s all you ever do—he can’t fault you for it; after all, it’s your job. But, damn, you take it seriously.

He’s used to people fawning over him, tripping over themselves just to get a fraction of his attention. But you? You’re different. Unbothered. Untouchable. And it drives him insane.

“Alright, the next photoshoot is moved to…” You check your watch as you approach, tone crisp and professional. “2 in the afternoon.”

You offer him a polite smile—nothing more, nothing less. The same smile you give the stylists, the photographers, the assistants. The same one you’ve given him since the day you started managing him.

James nods, forcing himself to appear unfazed. “Great. Well, I’ll be outside if you need me.”

He waits. For a pause. A glance. Anything.

But you’re already turning away.

Gone.

His shoulders drop as he exhales a dramatic sigh, staring at the empty space where you stood just seconds ago.

“Didn’t even get a damn word in…” he mutters, running a hand through his hair.

You were going to be the death of him.

And he can’t just let this go on.

This was supposed to be easy. A look, a compliment, a little charm—yet nothing seemed to faze you. And the worst part? It only makes him want your attention more.

Maybe he’s been going about this the wrong way. Maybe it’s not about making you swoon. Maybe it’s about making you look at him.

Really look at him.

And he isn’t above playing dirty to make that happen.

James starts small.

First, it’s the little things. Making sure he’s always in your peripheral vision, conveniently stationed wherever you happen to be. Leaning a little too close when you’re discussing schedules, letting his fingers brush yours when he hands you something.

Then he escalates.

He starts dressing sharper—switching to fitted shirts that highlight his build, rolling up his sleeves just enough to showcase his forearms. He purposefully runs a hand through his hair when he knows you’re looking.

Nothing.

No reaction.

You remain unfazed, completely immersed in work.

So, James changes tactics.

If looking good won’t work, he’ll try something else. One that's way off his base, being completely honest about his feelings.

It happens late one evening. You’re at your desk, finalizing tomorrow’s schedule, when James steps in.

“Alright, I give up,” he announces, hands on his hips.

You barely glance at him. “Good to know.”

“No, I mean it.” He strides closer, stopping just in front of your desk. “I’ve tried everything, and you’re still treating me like I’m just another name on your damn clipboard.”

You sigh, rubbing your temples. “DG—”

“Let me take you out.”

That finally makes you pause. You look up, eyes narrowing. “Excuse me?”

“A date,” he clarifies, leaning down, palms pressed against your desk. “One date. No business talk. No work. Just you and me.”

You let out a short laugh. “DG, you’re only interested because I don’t throw myself at you like everyone else.”

He doesn’t even deny it. “And? Is it working?”

You shake your head, amused. “You’re impossible.”

James smirks, sensing a crack in your armor. “Come on, just one date. If you hate it, I’ll back off.”

You stare at him for a moment, considering. He looks so damn smug, like he’s already won—but beneath that, there’s something almost… hopeful in the way he watches you.

With a sigh, you finally say, “Fine. One date.”

James straightens instantly, a small victorious smirk spreading across his face. “You won’t regret it.”

You roll your eyes, already regretting it a little. “We’ll see.”

And for the first time since you met him, you find yourself actually looking forward to whatever he has planned.

[wannaeatramyeon]

DG x Reader: Bodyguard

G/N. Cracky. You, the bodyguard. DG, the 'helpless' idol. Masterlists

When the rest of DG's senior team insisted he get a bodyguard, he thought it was a joke.

What sort of idiot would attack James Lee.

Then he remembered he's not James Lee, at least not to the general public. He's Diego Kang, CEO of PTJ Entertainment, an idol with amazing moves and an ass that won't quit but no fighting experience.

Right. Right. 

He supposes that makes sense. It would've been suspicious to say no, especially with his legions of stans and stalker, and his prior history.

.

.

You're not exactly who he would have picked.

Bodyguards are usually monstrous, huge, intimidating men. You're not really any of the above.

In fact, you're kinda cute. And apparently your resume is also impressive enough too.

"Perfect candidate." 

"Extensive training." 

"Unmatched awareness." 

-were chirped into his ear before he gave you his nod of approval.

Besides, DG thinks it might work to his advantage to employ someone so unassuming.

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"No upskirt pictures!" You yell at the paparazzi, parting them to make way for the pink-haired idol, and pointing accusingly.

DG, in a moment of complete confusion, peers down to his own legs in case he really did wear a skirt.

No. He's in his pants, of course he is. His clothing is supplied as part of his sponsorship deal. Why would he be wearing a skirt?

"What was that?" He asks, when you're piled into his minivan. Brows knitted together instead of his usual cold, impassive expression.

You give him a shrug, "Just in case."

"In case of?"

"Just in case," you repeat, tapping your nose and nodding knowingly at him.

.

.

Now, he remembers.

During one of his many many boring meetings, when you were officially under his employment and before you started, he had been warned you might be like this.

.

.

“No pictures today!” you holler and the paparazzi groan.

Someone brave enough shouts back why.

“DG lost all five MAMA noms and he’s in a terrible mood. He might ask me to kill you if you take any pictures,” you say back solemnly and without humour.

DG feels bitter but not that bitter. Upon hearing your words, he stifles a laugh into his sleeve and disguises it as a cough.

.

. 

To sum it up, you're an oddball. 

Still, DG tolerates you because of your flashes of brilliance and your brutal honesty.

"Here, sir." You offer up a steaming hot drink and DG raises an eyebrow. "Honey and lemon. For your throat."

When DG doesn't take it, you finally explain. "Your singing sounded awful, sir. Thought you might need it."

Ah.

He did think he sounded off but the yes-men at the studio told him otherwise. He should have trusted his own instincts and makes a mental note to replace them.

DG chuckles to himself before taking the first sip.

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"No touching please," you jump in just as a fan is starting to get handsy.

"Excuse me?!"

You turn away from them, letting their indignant outrage slide off you and usher DG on to the next group to interact with.

DG gives you a nod of thanks and you give him a subtle wink back.

.

.

"You best not be zooming in on his tits," you snarl at another paparazzi. "No under boob, side boobs, any boobs!"

DG glances down at his chest. Fully concealed in a mock neck jumper. There's no bare skin on show at all.

"Can you explain?" He asks, once you climb in the minivan after him and slide the door close.

"You know." You say, handing over another honey and lemon drink.

"I don't, actually."

"You know," you repeat, eyes signalling towards his chest area and hand gesticulating at your own. "And, y'know." 

You nod at his hot drink and pull a face, indicating that he was pitchy as hell in the last rehearsal.

DG shakes his head at your antics but takes a sip regardless.

.

.

"For you, sir." You hold out a brand new baseball cap with both hands and head bowed respectfully.

"I don't want this."

"Yes but you need it."

"..."

"For your bad hair day."

"What?"

"Trust me, sir."

DG narrows his eyes at you. You're rude as hell, no tact at all. He’s not sure if you even have a filter, or you just say whatever thought pops into your mind. 

However.

Somewhere along the way, he finds that you're the only person that tells him the truth.

He takes the cap and thrusts it on his head.

"Much better!" You pipe up with an oblivious grin, adding insult to injury.

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"What are you doing?" DG pulls a face as you wrap your arm around his waist and hurry him on.

"There's someone tailing you," you murmur, "I've been watching them for the last five minutes."

There is? How on earth did this person get past his radar?

As if answering his thoughts, you tell him, "They look like a normal ajumma. No-one would have suspected her if I wasn't watching."

You pick up the pace and DG matches you stride for stride.

"Your manager is waiting just up ahead with the car. I'll take care of them." You give DG a salute and a toothy smile as he looks at you in alarm.

In all honesty, you look a bit helpless. Yes, your resume looks great and yes, your recommendations are glowing but DG hasn't actually seen you in action yet. He can't help the way his stomach lurches thinking about you in danger.

And what if this isn’t an untrained, rabid stan, but someone who knows about his other life and is after James Lee?

"I'll be fine, sir!" You turn quickly and sprint off in the opposite direction at breakneck speed.

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.

A couple hours later, after DG has paced endlessly back and forth, you show up at his office.

Your hair is a little out of place, and your regulation suit is a little dusty but you're otherwise untouched.

"Are you ok?" his eyes snap to yours.

"Of course, sir!" Your beam is as bright as ever.

DG exhales deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose, relief overwhelming him and he desperately wills his pulse to return to normal.

"Call me James," he sighs when he realises it's not working and his heart seems to beat quicker and louder now you're in sight.

You don't ask any questions like why James, why not Diego. You accept it at face value, no doubt having some secrets of your own.

Your smile is unfaltering as you respond, "Sure thing, James, sir!"

[sh0jun]

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SOMEONE DID THE TREND OMG