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Sunshine

What If: You were Shingen and Shintaro's older sister (masterlist)

<<read the synopsis and content warnings first>>

featuring: Gapryong Kim, Minseon Kang, Jinyeong Park, Shintaro Yamazaki

Trigger/Content Warnings: violence, racism, sexual harassment, misogyny, spoilers

Author's Note: Bruh, I'm running out of Gap images. Webtoon, enough with the teasing and release chapter 610 already T.T

Also, isn't baby Shintaro adorable? You just know his grandnephew in another timeline is just as cute.

ALSO, this episode contains spoilers regarding Daniel Park's family, especially in the annotation. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

"This is a first." You were in your room, training the stray you recently adopted, when Shintaro appeared at your door. "Gen-chan isn't with you?"

He averted his eyes. "Father doubled his training."

"Ah."

He stared at his feet.

"…"

"Don't just stand there, come inside. I'm teaching our dog how to sit."

Shintaro closed the door behind him and walked up to you and the puppy. "You still haven't decided on a name?"

"You said no to 'Mochi'—"[1]

"it's undignified"

"—and you didn't like 'Manju'—"

"it's silly"

"—so for now, she has remained nameless." You watched as the tiny thing trotted towards Shintaro's legs. "She's mad at you because you keep vetoing her name."

"You're the one who said that a name is life's first gift. She deserves a normal, respectable name just like anybody else."

The puppy climbed onto his lap and placed her paws on his chest.

Shintaro giggled as she hopped on her hind legs, trying to lick his face.

You smiled. "Why don't you name her?"

"What?"

"She clearly likes you—no doubt because you're taking it seriously—so give her a name right now."

"Really?"

"Yup."

His happy mood turned glum as he held the puppy's paws. "But Shingen said he wants to name her…"

"You can blame me and say I decided on the name already."

"You… you would do that?"

"Yup." You winked, patting his head. "It'll be our little secret."

You didn't have a shift at the call center today, so you slept a bit more before heading out to the restaurant.

When you arrived, customers were running out of the place.

Worried about the boss and Minseon, you hurried inside, bumping shoulders with the panicked patrons.

Three tattooed half-naked men stared down Minseon's father, who was desperately trying to appease them.

The men—yakuza, no doubt—were spouting about "incompetence" and "stupidity" and "lack of manners" in rapid-fire Japanese. The tallest guy grabbed Mr. Kang by the collar, preparing to punch him.

Minseon screamed—

"Pardon me, dear customers," you interjected in polite Japanese,[2] smiling as you walked up to the thugs, "we humbly welcome you to our restaurant. We serve the best gukbap[3] in town. If you would let us, it would be our pleasure to serve you."

"Finally! Someone we can talk to."

The thugs let go of your boss, who dropped to his knees. Minseon ran to his side.

"You're pretty fluent for a native," the leader of the three said.

You maintained your customer service smile. "You flatter me, dear customer. Shall I escort you to your seats?"

While the three idiots chatted and laughed over their meals at the best table in the house (you seated them by a window), you spoke with Minseon and your boss in the kitchen.

"I'm buying you a drink after this, kid," Mr. Kang said, wiping the sweat from his brow, "God knows what they woulda done to me and Minseon if you didn't come to our rescue."

"Thanks, but I'm cutting back on the drinking, Gapryong's been nagging me—wait. Never mind that, how are you two? What happened?" You could already guessed what happened, but you still had to ask.

"Those thugs walked in and started harassing one of our regulars. They were speaking in Japanese so I couldn't understand but I think they wanted the table. The other guests got confused and scared so dad stepped in, then, well, you know the rest."

The Yamazakis again.

Mr. Kang sighed and collapsed on a monoblock chair. "After that damn statue was unveiled, they all came out like rats in a flood. You can't cross the street without spotting a Yamazaki thug. I swear, these damn Japs—"

"Dad," Minseon cut him off, eyes glancing at you for the briefest moment.

"O-oh, I didn't—I didn't mean you. I just meant—"

You raised your hand. "It's okay, I understand."

He was a good man. He and his daughter could manage the restaurant on their own but he hired you because no one else trusted a random orphan. Recently, though he never brought it up, you knew that he even lost a few regulars because they didn't want a "Japanese bitch" handling their food. But the boss kept you around.

Minseon changed the subject. "Have you eaten yet, unnie? We're not exactly busy so how about a quick breakfast?"

"That sounds great. I'll just have two boiled eggs."

"Oh, no." Minseon's dad got up and headed to the fridge. "You're not going to serve those pri—those guys on just boiled eggs. I'll make a new batch of kimchi stew."

While the two were busy cooking, you went back to the three guests.

"Dear customers, I hope everything is to your liking?"

"The food's surprisingly good! Who knew a dump like this could make something decent."

You maintained your smile. "We appreciate your feedback. Is there anything else I can get for you? More rice? Some tea?"

The three men exchanged glances and their gaze felt like slime dripping onto your skin.

"The food's nice, but you know what would make it better, aniki?"[4] The youngest-looking member turned to their leader. "A cute girl by our side."

"I know exactly what you mean, kid." The leader nodded as he eyed you from head to toe.

You pretended to giggle. "You gentlemen flatter me."

"Instead of tea, how about you pour us something with a bit more kick to it?"

"My apologies, dear customers, but we don't serve alcohol this early."

"Bullshit!" The man slammed his glass down on the table. "If you got nothing here then go to the store or something!"

Minseon and the boss stepped out of the kitchen. Unsure of what to do, they decided to stand back for now, lest they angered the men even more.

The leader spotted Minseon and leered. "I'll forgive you if that one comes over and pours me some tea."

The guy beside him laughed. "You always were a boob man, aniki."

"Hey, how old are you, sweetheart?" he yelled the question.

You side-stepped, blocking your friend from their view. "I'm sorry, dear customers, but if you continue harassing our employees we—"

"You will what, huh?! You gonna kick me out?"

You continued to smile silently.

"I was only nice to you 'cause you're a little cute and you spoke some Japanese, so don't get the wrong idea. I can tell you're getting up there in years. You should be grateful I even gave you the time of day."

"Duly noted, dear customer."

"Stop smiling, you're pissing me off. This is the problem with bitches these days—especially the unmarried ones—they get a job and suddenly, they think they can walk all over me."

"It wasn't my intention to—"

"Still talking?" The leader rose to his feet, empty glass in hand. He turned to his men. "Watch carefully, brats, this is how you put bitches in their place."

"Unnie!"

The man grabbed your throat but the sound of liquid pouring stopped him from doing more.

Gapryong stood beside him, holding a bottle of soju to the leader's glass. "Dear customer, this is my favorite brand. Please sit down and have a taste, hm?" he spoke in Japanese, though not as fluently as you.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"I'm a hungry guest, just like you, and trust me—this soju goes best with gukbap." Gapryong then poured a glass for himself. "Cheers!"

Gapryong gulped down the shot while everyone else in the room gawked.

The shock from Gapryong's entrance must have rattled the leader because he raised his glass. "Ch-cheers."

After he finished his drink, Gapryong grinned. "Well?"

"Yeah, I guess it's pretty nice."

"I also have another thing for you."

"?"

A loud, violent boom shook the restaurant.

"Aniki!"

Gapryong had punched the leader of the trio into the wall. He was so fast you didn't even see it happen.

"Real men don't go around grabbing women by their throats." Gapryong walked over to the unconcious man and knelt down. "And a real man knows—the wrinklier the raisin, the sweeter the fruit."

He then addressed the other two younger gangsters, "You should take him to the hospital."

"W-we'll get you for this!"

As the Yamazaki lackeys ran away, Minseon and her father ran to your side. "Unnie! Are you okay?"

"I'm okay," you answered quietly. Your throat hurt and breathing was a bit tedious.

"You're bruising! Dad, go get some ice!"

"On it!"

To be honest, it wasn't a big deal. Even as the feeling of that man's fingers on your neck remained, you weren't as afraid as you should've been. You were more concerned about the Kangs than yourself.

You softly scolded Gapryong, "You shouldn't have done that."

"You expect me to stand back while someone tries to hurt you?"

"What if they come back and take revenge on Minseon and the boss?"

"Unnie, don't worry about that!" she cried. "If Gapryong arrived even a second later, you could've—you could've—"

"Don't cry, Minseon, I'm sorry. " You pulled her into your arms.

Gapryong pouted as Minseon cried into your shoulder. "Hey, I was worried too, where's my hug, noona?"

You ignored his nonsense. "I still think you should have held back, but… thank you."

"I told you to stop with the thank yous every time I help you." He winked. "If you're really grateful, then let's have breakfast together, yeah?"

With the Yamazakis gone, customers flocked in again.

Minseon practically ordered you to take the day off, so you put down the notepad and joined Gapryong's table.

There were two steaming bowls of kimchi soup, fluffy white rice, four boiled eggs, several vegetable side dishes, and a pitcher of barley tea.

"Stop staring at me, I'm fine."

Gapryong's face was contemplative, he remained silent for a moment—and then, with usual smile, he poured you a cup of tea. "I'm staring because you're even more beautiful than the last time I saw you."

"Uh-huh." You picked up an egg and cracked it against the table. "Where's Baekho?"

"Training. That guy doesn't know the meaning of moderation."

"You're one to talk." You finished peeling the egg and dropped it into his bowl.

"So, what are your plans today, noona? You got the whole day off, right? Wanna go to the beach? Or maybe you wanna go shopping? I have some money left from last month."

"Keep your money. We need to pay for boss' wall."

"I'm paying for it—and don't worry, I'll figure something out. So, shopping?"

"Actually, I think I'm going to catch up on some sleep."

His face dropped for a split second before he transferred half of his tofu into your bowl. "Perfect! Don't want you getting sick. Now eat up. Boss said it's on the house."

"…actually, I do have a place in mind if you're interested."

"!"

You could practically see dog ears perk up on his head.

"I'm not sure if you'll have fun though."

"That's fine! I'm good with anywhere as long as we're together."

***

"You don't have to stay," you said guiltily as you and Gapryong reached the second-hand bookstore. "You'll be bored out of your mind here."

"You can browse and I'll watch you."

"It's a small shop, I don't think you'll be comfortable and I doubt the owner's gonna like you just following me around."

"I'm sure they won't mind, someone as hot as me strolling in their store is great for business."

"Gapryong."

"Okay, okay. I'll wait outside."

"I might take while."

"You can take all the time in the world."

You shrugged. "Suit yourself."

"But why are we visiting a secondhand store instead of the one at the mall?"

"I can't afford new books."

"Oh! Y-yeah, I forgot how expensive this stuff is."

"I'm going in."

"I'll be right here. Have fun!"

You don't understand why he was so desperate to spend time with you. You two see each other on a daily basis and he spends most of his free time by your side.

He was like this when he was younger too. If it weren't for you locking your doors and threatening not to eat dinner with him, he would have never made other friends. Obviously, he has gotten a little better, but he was still clingy with you.

"I feel bad for the poor girl he's going to end up with," you mumbled.

You traced the cracked spines on the bookshelves with your fingers, not looking for anything in particular, when your eyes caught a glimpse of an interesting book cover.

Langman’s Medical Embryology First Edition.

The title spoke to you and you reached for it—

"!"

Your hand bumped against someone else's.

It was a handsome young man wearing a red bandana and a flashy black and white ensemble.

You both blurted out: "Sorry—jinx!"

You fell quiet and then burst out laughing.

"Sorry," he repeated. "I just saw the title and got super curious."

"Same here. Are you a medical student?"

"Pharmacy. You?"

"Waitress."

"Working student?"

"No."

"Oh." He then tried to rectify his reaction, "I mean, I didn't—"

"It's okay." You offered him the book. "Here."

"You don't have to."

"I'm sure a pharmacy student would have a better use for this than me."

"Oh, no, no." He gently pushed the book back. "We don't study embryology. The title really just—"

"—spoke to you?"

"Exactly. It sounds weird, I know."

"Not at all. It's the same for me. I've never even attended college so I don't know why I'm so interested in embryology." Or how you knew what 'embryology' meant.

"That's cool. You can have the book."

"Are you sure?"

"I can't afford any recreational reading right now, so you're actually doing me a favor."

"I'm glad." You smiled.

The stranger coughed. "By the way, my name is Jinyeong Park."[5]

You introduced yourself and told him you worked at the Kangs. "You should come by sometime. I'll treat you."

"You don't have to—"

"Oppa,[6] I got my book, ready to go?" A girl in a high school uniform appeared, waving a paper bag in the air.

Jinyeong explained, "That's my little sister, Yuri."[7]

The girl blinked, then she bowed. "Hello, I'm Yuri Park."

You greeted her back.

"So, unnie, how long have you and my brother have been dating?"

***

Gapryong was squatting outside the bookstore, thinking to himself.

I wonder if noona is really okay.

You told him that he should have held back when he punched that Yamazaki scum, but he was holding back. Witnessing that guy yell at you like you were trash already had him fuming, but when that bastard grabbed your throat?

He barely managed to hold onto reason. It helped that you stayed calm the entire time, it grounded him, reminded him not to be reckless. If you were screaming or crying, he might have committed murder right then and there.

But you remained cool the entire time, even as Minseon sobbed on your chest, even as you held ice to your bruised neck.

Gapryong was both in awe and concerned.

He didn't want you to keep everything to yourself. You're the one who told him that people shouldn't bottle up their emotions.

He rubbed his chin and muttered, "…should I get her ice cream?"

The shop door flung open. A pretty boy and a highschooler came out. Siblings, Gapryong gathered.

"I already said I'm sorry, lighten up, bro."

"I swear, you need to learn some manners. Just you wait 'til we get home—I'm telling on you."

"Oh, no, I'm shaking in my boots."

"You brat. You're paying for dinner."

The two bickered as they walked.

Thirty minutes later, the door opened again and you came out, face glowing.

Seeing that made his chest lighter.

He patted his legs as he stood. "You look happy. Found something good?"

"Yup! I got something for you too. It's a book on how to exercise more efficiently."

"Thanks, noona, and what did you get for yourself?"

"I bought a textbook on the development of human babies within the womb."

Ah. "That's—"

"—and I managed to get this mystery novel by a really famous author, Agatha Christie? I also found this cute children's story about a boy and this peach that grows into the size of a house, and…"

Gapryong closed his mouth. Smiling, he watched you ramble about your newest purchase.

You suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?"

"I just realized I was babbling. C'mon, let's go home."

"No, go on. You got a textbook, a mystery novel, some fairy tales, a Mexican cookbook, a history book and what else?"

You beamed.

Gapryong's heart fluttered.

He put his hand on your back, guiding you down the street while you continued to list everything you bought and what made each one special.

To be honest, he didn't get most of what you were saying. All he knew was that you were the brightest during these moments.

He would do anything to see you happy.

Shintaro Yamazaki knelt on the floor as he faced your bed. The systematically arranged stuffed toys looked like a theatre audience.

"Good morning, onee-sama. I'm sorry for not visiting more often. We've been busy preparing our…visit to South Korea. I know it's not an excuse, but I wanted to be honest with you."

"…" The dolls stared at him with hollow eyes.

"Hinako's doing well. She's still as demanding as ever—when Shingen forgot to brush her fur the other day, she ignored him for an entire day. You should have been there," Shintaro laughed, "the new members gawked at the sight of our leader kneeling and begging a dog to notice him."

His laugh seemed louder in the empty room.

"…do you remember what you told me? A name is life's first gift." He looked down at his hands. "You also asked me what I would do if I turned out to be Shingen Yamazaki."

"…"

"My answer is the same as before: it doesn't matter. I'm Shintaro Yamazaki, the younger brother and vice-leader. I'm committed to helping Shingen and protecting our family."

"…"

He closed his eyes, your voice echoing in his mind.

"Taro-chan, names are important, but don't let them chain you down. Just because you are Shintaro Yamazaki doesn't mean the syndicate has a say on your happiness."

He opened his eyes. Your bed remained empty. Lifeless eyes stared back at him.

Shintaro Yamazaki hung his head and sighed.

[1] Mochi. Japanese. Rice cake.

[2] Basically, while speaking with the yakuza customers, Reader adapted to using keigo. According to Paolo fromTOKYO, Keigo is defined as "a system of honorific speech in the Japanese language to show a sign of respect, in this case, to customers." I tried to make Noona speak as politely as possible in English to reflect that.

[3] Gukbap: Korean. Soup with rice.

[4] Aniki. Japanese. A traditional form of "older brother." Members of the yakuza use it when referring to an older male figure or their superiors.

[5] After some late night debating, I've decided to use "Jinyeong" instead of "Jinyoung." Anyway, here are canon facts about Jinyeong Park so SPOILER ALERT:

He was a former member of the Gapryong Fist Gang and one of its strongest fighters.

He had the Perfect Copy ability, a trait he shares with his nephew, Daniel Park.

He was the Medical Genius of the Ten Geniuses.

After Gapryong Kim's death, he started suffering from seizures.

[6] Oppa. Korean. There is no way you nerds don't know what this means. (≧▽≦)

[7] Yuri Park was the youngest of the three Park siblings, making her Daniel Park's maternal aunt.

a/n: Just what kind of job did Gapryong have prior to forming the Fist Gang? I can't see him as anything but a gangster lol Miss Kim was right, he looks like a loafer. But he does take on random jobs in my AU. We don't date bums here.

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Disclaimer: The images used are screencaptures from Ep. 523, 525, 380, 393 & 576 - Lookism, Webtoon.

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What If: You were Shingen and Shintaro's older sister (masterlist)

<<read the synopsis and content warnings first>>

featuring: Shingen and Shintaro Yamazaki, Gapryong Kim, Minseon Kang

Trigger Warnings: Racial discrimination against the Reader (reminder that here you are at least half-Japanese), use of a racial slur

You were in the break room when you found three containers worth of food stuffed inside your lunch bag, plus three different pieces of paper.

The first note was written on pale blue stationery with cartoon apples. 

Unnie, Dad made too much kimchi again so I packed you some extra, along with jajangmyeon[1]. I put lemon and ice in your water bottle so stay hydrated. There’s also leftover cake. 

Minseon

P.S. Gapryong made jumeok-bap[2]. I can’t guarantee that they’re edible, but I didn’t want him making a scene in the restaurant so I included them. 

The next note was on plain white paper. Written in big, messy characters was:

Noona, 

You’ve lost weight so eat the rice balls I made with love.  They’re all for YOU SO DON’T SHARE THEM WITH ANYONE ELSE!  Noona is so charming, I don’t want any rivals taking it the wrong way.

Gapryong ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

The last note was also a plain white paper; written hastily but still more elegantly than the other two was: 

Noonim,

I apologize for this sudden letter. Hyungnim spent the entire night preparing your lunch, so even if you hate his antics, please eat. He made them with your wellbeing in mind.  We all know that you’re a hard worker, but please prioritize your health. I also made oi muchim[3] so enjoy them with your co-workers.

Sincerely, Baekho Kwon

“Always so proper…” you giggled as you finished reading Baekho’s note. 

Frankly, you’ve been struggling at the call center. From the ever-shifting schedule to the trashy people you serve. You haven’t been getting enough sleep, so during the times when you should be eating, you took naps. The lack of sleep and the stress of the seemingly simple job kept giving you the most painful migraines. 

The Kangs paid you well as their waitress and emergency cook, plus they fed you, so it’s not like working for them left you broke. 

Gapryong’s question resurfaced from the back of your mind: “Why are you working so hard? I mean, I know you like money, but what exactly are you saving up for?”

You really didn’t know.

There was nothing wrong with working as a waitress or as a call center representative, but you couldn’t see yourself doing either job for another ten years. For now, you need to save money, until you can find out what it is you really want. 

After lunch, you returned to the production floor, where the atmosphere was even more tense than usual. You didn’t think it was possible. 

“What’s going on?” you asked one of your co-workers.

“With the Yamazaki taking over everything, there are rumors that half of us will be let go ‘cause of budget cuts.”

“What’s the Yamazaki?” It sounded familiar. 

You then realized that everybody was looking at you. Even the lady who was crying was now quiet.

“Have you been living under a rock?”

“You can’t blame her, she lives far from the capital.”

“Still, how can you live in this city and not know who the Yamazaki are?”

As your work friends bickered, the rest of the floor resumed making their own noise. You were aware of the sudden influx of Japanese immigrants and visitors in the country, but this was the first time the name Yamazaki floated into your vocabulary.

Despite the nature of your jobs, unless it involved you, you weren’t really into gossip. Or current events. 

Let’s keep our head down and do our job, you encouraged yourself as you put on the headset. Still, as you greeted your customer with feigned glee, the name “Yamazaki” continued to nag you like a bird that demanded attention. 

Your shift today ended at five a.m.

By the time you reached the lobby, dawn was already breaking, and your self-proclaimed bodyguard was currently chatting up the security guard.

When Gapryong noticed you, his smile deepened.

“Noona~”

You bowed your head at the security guard in greeting. The elderly man was all smiles. He was holding a fresh cup of coffee, no doubt from your escort. Gapryong’s charisma was not limited to his lady friends. He had a way of beguiling everyone of every age, from all walks of life. 

“Thanks for lunch,” you said. Gapryong knew how to cook (thanks to you) but didn’t like the preparation and cleanup involved, so he avoided the task as much as possible, opting to buy ready-made meals instead. The fact that he went out of his way to make rice balls for you meant the world. 

“No problem.” He then raised his bare hand, expectantly.

Gapryong insisted on carrying everything for you. He would even carry a single cup noodle during your midnight snack runs. 

You gave him your purse and lunch bag. You have long given up on fighting him over this topic.

“How was work today? Did anyone hit on you? Did they find out who’s been stealing toilet paper?” he asked as you two ambled down the street. Naturally, Gapryong stayed on the side adjacent to the road.

“It was hell, no and no. Although, the mood was off today.”

“Why? Did someone sleep with someone else’s wife?”

You playfully slapped his arm. “There are rumors about us getting laid off.”

“Yeah, I’ve been hearing a lot about that everywhere lately. I found one of our neighbors crying because he was terminated.”

“They told me it has something to do with the Yamazaki.”

“Oh, those guys.” He let out a deep sigh. “If their name reached your ears then we’re in trouble.”

“I feel like I’ve been insulted just now.”

“It’s not an insult. I think it’s adorable that you’re always in your own little world.”

You pinched his waist and he gasped like it actually hurt.

“Focus,” you said. “The name sounds Japanese. What do you know about them?”

“Nothing good. From what I’ve been told, the Yamazaki is this bigshot yakuza[4] clan. They’re building a statue in the town square in honor of their leader or something.”

“Wait, what?” You stopped walking. “That’s what they’re building over there?” You’ve passed by that statue-in-the-making a few times, but the only thing you noticed was the cute dog. You didn’t think it was going to be something as ridiculous as foreign gang leaders. 

“The yakuza, huh…” You dipped your head. You didn’t have memories about your life prior to waking up on the beach. You didn’t speak Korean but were fluent in a few other languages, you didn’t know your age but you could perform basic arithmetic, and you didn’t know your own name but you knew that the term “yakuza” was bad news.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when Gapryong suddenly snuggled to your side like a service dog.

“Don’t sweat it, noona,” he said, “no matter what happens, I’ll protect you and everyone else.”

If it were some other brat telling you this, you would have called him crazy and a little cheesy, but the pit in your stomach vanished the moment you saw that confident smile.

You huffed.

“Don’t believe me?”

“No,” you replied, grabbing his wrist and pulling him forward. “I believe in you, guppy, so don’t you dare disappoint me.”

Gapryong stood frozen as he watched the sunlight fall on your smiling face. When was the last time noona smiled so softly like that?

“Noona, I—”

“?”

“I’m going to cook all your meals from now on.”

“Huh? I appreciate it, but—”

“Also, promise me that you won’t make that face when I’m not around. I don’t want you attracting another rival! Especially not at work! I can’t follow you inside the building!”

“You’re exaggerating. Besides, I…”

“What is it?”

I want to quit. You breathed in and grinned.

“...it’s nothing. Let’s go.”

You knew that he didn’t believe you, but he smartly didn’t pry and you two continued walking.

When you arrived at your sub-basement, you were so exhausted you laid eagle spread on the floor.

“Noona, you should at least sleep in your bed.” 

“No…too far, plus I’m too tired to shower.”

“Then change—aaand she’s passed out.” Gapryong shook his head then went to get you a pillow and some blankets.

While you slept, he washed your water bottle and containers and then checked your fridge.

“Beer. Figures.” He sighed. He normally didn’t have to worry about your meals because either Minseon or him would keep you fed, but lately, the world’s been going to shit so even he was too busy to keep your fridge and pantry stocked. 

Your snores filled in the air and he chuckled, “Being a husband sure is hard.”

As he was counting the bills on his wallet, someone knocked at the door.

A rosy-faced Minseon Kang stood there with a giant bag full of what Gapryong assumed to be food. “Good morning—oh. It’s you.” 

“Good morning to you too, Minseon. Perfect timing, I was about to do a grocery run but it seems you got that covered.”

“I was worried about unnie.”

“Understandable. Come in.”

“Stop talking like you live here, it’s gross.”

“Ouch. Don’t get jealous just ‘cause noona and I have been together longer than you’ve known her.”

“I’m going to slap you one of these days.”

“Thank you for the warning.”

The two of them worked together to put away the food. When they were done, Minseon remembered something and then fished inside her purse.

“I was going to hand these over to Baekho but since you’re here—” she slammed several envelopes onto Gaoryong’s chest “—can you please tell your girlfriends that our restaurant isn’t a post office?”

“Whoa, are these love letters? Haven’t gotten those in a while.” 

Minseon huffed. “Don’t get cocky. I’m pretty sure at least one of those things has some curse inside.”

“Stop it, you know that black magic stuff freaks me out.”

“Do you even open these things?”

“Of course, I do. A lady went out of her way to prepare the paper and took precious time out of her day to write; I gotta at least read her message.” 

“That’s surprising. Are you going to write back?”

“Nah, I just talk things out with them.” 

“Huh?”

“Being popular is hard, y’know?”—

“Ugh”

—“Besides, once they start sending me letters, that’s when I need to draw the line.” Gapryong’s biggest regret was giving away his first kiss to someone from school instead of you, but it’s not like he can take it back. He flirts, he mingles, he makes out sometimes but he already promised the rest of his firsts to you. 

Minseon watched him silently scan the letters. “I really don’t understand you.”

“They do say mysterious men are more fun~”

“I didn’t think you were someone who’d take love letters seriously.”

He fingered the envelopes, recalling your disappointed face when you found a thirteen-year-old Gapryong Kim callously ripping apart a love letter from one of his classmates. “You don’t have to reciprocate, but you should at least read it. I’m sure it took a lot of courage to bare her heart like that.” It stung that you didn’t get possessive or jealous (and it still hurts how unaffected you are by his so-called womanizing), but he was a brat who didn’t know any better. You were right. Even if he had no plans of having a serious relationship with those girls, he should at least let them know before they fall for him completely.

“But maaan, these are a lot. Minseon, can you just read ‘em and then summarize for me?”

“...tsk.”

They then heard rustling from the living room.

You were now sitting up.

“Oh, sorry,” Gapryong said, handing you a cup of warm water, “did we wake you?”

“Unnie, you should move to the bed.”

You slurped the water as your exhausted eyes rolled over from Minseon to Gapryong. 

“Mm…” You put down the cup. “You two would make a great couple.”

Gapryong’s face turned white and Minseon’s green. 

They broke out into a chorus of sounds: 

“How could you say that?” “That joke’s not funny!”

“Not even if you paid me!” “Not even if he was the last person on Earth!”

“No!” “Never!”

You blinked slowly. “If you say so.” 

You fell back on the floor. “Kids, it’s my day off so I wanna sleep in. Keep the flirting to a minimum, ‘kay?” Having said your piece, you passed out again.

“Nee-chan—”

“—don’t slam the door—”

“—Shintaro and I came to play!” Shingen stopped and looked around. “She’s not here…”

The veranda door slid open, revealing their sister. Your yukata was soaked from the waist down. Your arms were wrapped around what the twins thought was a dark, smelly towel until it yipped and barked.

“Easy, easy,” you cooed, rocking the wet furry thing.

“Nee-sama, is that… a dog?”

“Yup, she’s just a baby, isn’t she cute?”

“She smells awful.”

Shingen stepped closer. “She looks nothing like father’s dogs. What breed is she?”

“I don’t know.” You walked over to the heater you borrowed from the kitchen and put the shaking puppy in front of it. 

“So it’s a mongrel?”

“She’s not one specific breed.” You grabbed a clean towel from your closet and began patting her dry. “What should we call her?”

“You’re gonna keep it?”

“We’re going to keep her,” you clarified, “so start thinking up names that go well with Yamazaki.”

A month passed since the layoff rumors, but no one was fired. However, an unofficial, city-wide curfew was set in place.

The statue in the town square was almost done. More tattooed thugs from Japan roamed the streets in addition to those in uniform. Even you, who spent your days off sleeping instead of hanging out with friends, could tell that a storm was coming.

But, as every adult can attest, even if the world ends tomorrow, you still gotta work.

After your shift at the call center, you sleep for five hours then go to the restaurant. 

Your customer service abilities were decent, and it helped that your regulars preferred to do most of the talking. Working at the restaurant was a thousand times easier than at the call center—

“I said I want a different waitress!

—but even that was about to change.

“Sir, I’m sorry if I offended you in some way,” you began, speaking clearly but humbly, “if you tell me the problem then I will do my best to fix it.”

“Tsk. Do I have to say it in Japanese for you to understand?”

“Wha—”

“I. Said. I. Want. A. Different. Waitress!”

“...”

The man clicked his tongue again and mumbled, “Damn jjokbari.”[5]

You forced yourself to recover from the shock and bowed. “I understand. Someone else will be with you shortly.”

You went over to the counter where the food for table 2 was waiting. Minseon’s dad gave you a look. “Want me to kick him out?”

“It’s all right.” You grabbed the trays and acted like nothing happened. It’s been a while since you’ve heard that slur.

Judging by the way the other customers gazed at you, you had a feeling you’ll be hearing it a lot more. 

[1] jajangmyeon: black bean sauce noodles

[2] jumeok-bap: rice balls

[3] oi muchim: spicy cucumber salad

[4] yakuza: I can't remember if I already gave the definition but TLDR, it's the Japanese mafia.

[5] jjokbari: Korean slur used against Japanese citizens or people with Japanese ancestry

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Next Episode: Warmth

Main Series Title/AU: My Baby Brother is the Strongest Character

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Warmth

What If: You were Shingen and Shintaro's older sister (masterlist)

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featuring: Shingen Yamazaki, Gapryong Kim

Trigger Warnings: discussion of child marriage

Author's Note: I'll upload a photo of the Yamazaki statue once Webtoon releases chapter 610. It's one of those things that you gotta see for yourself to truly...understand LOL

You were in your room in the abandoned wing of the Yamazaki estate, trying to fit as much as you can in the luggage bag you bought from a thrift store, when someone came for a visit.

"Onee-chan, are you really leaving?"

"Staying here means getting married and I'd rather take my chances with the sharks than a man willing to marry a girl half his age."[1]

"But… but it'll only be for a while! You just need to bear with it until I become the new leader—I'll help you get divorced and—"

"Shingen."

Your brother flinched. You only ever called him "Gen-chan," unless you were super angry.

You breathed out before giving him a small smile. "You'll understand when you're older."

"I'm sorry, nee-chan."

"You have nothing to be sorry about, silly." You knelt down so you two were at eye level. "This is just the kind of life we were born into. We can't choose our families, but we can choose our future. No matter what anyone says, you are more than just the next leader. Remember that, okay?"

"C-can't you take us with you?"

"Oh, Gen-chan." You thumbed away his tears. "You know that if I could fit you, Shintaro and Hinako[2] in my bag, I would."

"Will we ever see you again?"

"…"

"Nee-chan?"

You put your hand on his head. "Do you remember my favorite poem from the Hyakunin Isshu?" [3]

Shingen opened his eyes. Instinctively, he reached out to his left, where the elderly Hinako lay in her own bed. The dog awoke at his petting and scooched over to rest her chin on his stomach.

He couldn't remember the last time he dreamed of you.

Was it a sign from the heavens?

Your ghost?

The current Yamazaki leader scowled and sat up straight, earning a whine of annoyance from the startled Hinako.

No, I shouldn't think like that, he scolded himself.

You were alive. He can feel it.

You were probably upset with him for not protecting you, that's why neither he nor Shintaro received any letters. You were hiding on purpose.

That's okay. He'll get on his hands and knees if he has to.

He already finished cleaning up here. All that's left is to apologize and bring you back home, where you rightfully belonged.

But before that, he had to find you.

Today was your day off and out of curiosity, you decided to see the Yamazaki statue for yourself. [4]

Four men stood atop the gargantuan, circular platform. The first man was in uniform, accompanied by an adorable Akita by his feet. The second man wore a montsuki[5] and carried a needlessly long sword. The third man boasted a Western-style suit.

It was about as self-aggrandizing as you expected, especially the gigantic asshole behind the three. (Literally gigantic—all of these statues were fifty times bigger than an average person.) The fourth figure, who you assumed to be the boss, was positioned higher than the others. His short hair was slicked back, his face serious and contemplative as he gazed into the distance. He also wore a montsuki, two swords hung from his obi.[6] "This is a man to be feared." That's probably what the sculptor had in mind.

However, no matter how much you stared at the statue, you did not feel one bit scared. You were cold though.

Just as you cursed yourself for not wearing something thicker than the sweater Minseon knitted for you, a familiar weight fell over your shoulders. It was Gapryong's leather jacket.

"I wish I were that statue—" he slid towards your side, grinning cheekily "—and have noona stare at me all day."

Gapryong: (๑ > ؂•̀ ๑)

You: (ㆆᴗㆆ)

You: (─ ᴗ ─)

"I bet you say that to all the girls when there's a statue, you playboy." You attacked his cheeks with your index fingers.

"Oho—you caught me!" He chuckled, not bothering to stop your poking.

"Be careful, Gapryong. If more girls fall for you, then you'll have to stop seeing me."

He stopped laughing and held your hands, expression serious for once. "That will never happen."

You blinked, then you pulled back your arms. "Didn't you just have a break up? Why are you here?"

"It wasn't a break up."

"Your girlfriend slapped you in a room full of people. That's a break up if I ever saw one." Last night wasn't the only time. Gapryong got slapped a lot. After every incident, you offered him ice—to which he would pout until you personally pressed it to his face.

You would always tell him to stop fooling around so he wouldn't get hated by his girlfriend, but he would always say the same thing:

"She wasn't my girlfriend. I told her that we're only together to have fun. Guess she was hoping I'd change my mind."

"If you say so."

You stared at him.

"…you're making me blush, noona. You have something to say?"

"I was thinking, maybe the reason you can't keep a girlfriend—or whatever you call them—is because of me."

"!!!"

"So I was thinking…"

Gapryong took a big gulp. Is this it? Is noona actually—

"Maybe we should cut back on our time together."

"…?"

"You and I have been each other's family since we were kids, but it's not like we're blood-related. Outsiders can easily mistake our relationship to be… less than innocent. It must be hard for your girlfr—er, for those girls to see you spend so much time with a random woman."

"…y-you've been thinking about this a lot, huh."

"Yeah, but funnily enough, now that I've said it out loud, I feel kinda sad. It's hard to let go—" you gave him a self-deprecating smile "—because I think I like having you all to myself."

Gapryong bit his lower lip. He felt like crying.

He then reached for your hands again. "Noona, I—"

"You're freezing!—hold on." You gently shook him off and fished inside your purse.

You handed him a small, flat box wrapped with a pale blue ribbon. "Here."

"This is…"

"Girls don't like guys with cold hands."

Gapryong stared at the gloves. Leather gloves. His name was stitched onto both of them. No way these were cheap.

"Okay, so leather isn't great for keeping you warm, but I figured you preferred it over wool mittens. Besides, you think I don't know about the trouble you keep getting into? Leather's perfect for protecting your hands when punching—"

"…them."

"Hm?"

"I'm never using them—I'll store these gloves in a safe and treat them as an heirloom."

"Are you nuts? The whole point is for you to wear them!"

"They're mine now so I get to decide how to use them!"

"It isn't 'using them' if you're not wearing them, idiot. Hand those over!"

"No!"

"Gapryong!" You snatched the box from his grip—though you knew it was only because he let you. "I swear, you act like such a kid sometimes. Come on."

You motioned for his hands and he obediently complied.

"There!"

Both gloves fit like, well, a glove.

Hands still connected, you swung your arms with his while you admired your gift. "I was worried they'd be too small." You raised your head, face beaming with pride. "But they're fine, right?"

"Don't worry." Gapryong mirrored your smile and squeezed your fingers. "They're perfect."

[1] I can't remember if I gave an age bracket for the Pre-Gen cast, but let's not overthink it. Onee-san/Noona is older and that's all that matters XD

[2] Hinako. This is the name of Noona's beloved dog. I was debating whether or not to give her a funny food-based name like Nugget the Goldfish, but I recently played Silent Hill f so Hinako it is.

[3] Hyakunin Isshu: Japanese. A collection of 100 poems by 100 poets. I'll leave Noona's favorite poem as a secret for now. But I'm pretty sure some of you already know what it is wahaha

[4] If you're up to date with Lookism then you know which statue I'm talking about. Once Webtoon releases the chapter, I'll link it here. lolol our baby brother has one hell of an ego. I can't wait to crush it.

[5] Montsuki. Japanese traditional menswear. See here for more details: https://korokai.com/blogs/japanese-fashion/traditional-japanese-clothing-for-men?srsltid=AfmBOorHdIyTEcxN-0xbnn7sQbFnHEIgFFHaZ9z-WdUvIpJmR0Y2eVhR

[6] Obi. Japanese. Belt/sash used to secure a kimono, etc.

a/n: in fairness, kinilig ako. Gapryong, you damn charming bastard, you actually got me to like you lolol

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Next Episode: Sunshine

Main Series Title/AU: My Baby Brother is the Strongest Character

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Beloved

What If: You were Shingen and Shintaro's older sister (masterlist)

<<read the synopsis and content warnings first>>

featuring: Shingen and Shintaro Yamazaki, Gapryong Kim

“Your hair is so pretty, Gen-chan. I’m really jealous. You barely have any knots.”

“Nee-chan, you shouldn’t use ‘pretty’ when complimenting guys,” Shingen grumbled as you combed his hair.

“Why not? Boys can be pretty.”

“It’s still embarrassing.”

Shintaro couldn’t resist piping in as he flipped through the fashion magazine on your bed, “Quit complaining. You refused to cut it because you wanted an excuse for nee-sama to blow-dry it.”

“I did not!” 

“Did to.”

“Did not! Did not!” Shingen yelled, standing up. 

You watched him run out the door. “Oh dear. We’ve upset him.”

Shintaro sighed and moved to stand. “I’ll talk to him.”

“No, I’ll do it. I don’t want you two fighting and breaking something again.”

“We already apologized for that,” he whispered.

“And don’t worry.” You winked. “Your hair’s pretty too, Taro-chan.”

Surprised, Shintaro lifted the magazine over his flustered face.

It was way too early (or perhaps too late) to be outside, but here was Gapryong Kim, carrying you on his back at two in the morning. It was so cold he could see his breath, but  he refused to take his jacket off of you.

“They’re all just assssssholes! I’m trying to help them, but all they wanna do is yell and scream and curse! Why? I wanna see ‘em do that to my face—hic!” you cried, swinging your legs like a petulant child. “And there’s this one guy, he sssits next to me, and he’s so creepy. I catch him s-staring at me all the time and when—hic—when I ask him what’s the matter he just sssays ‘it’s nothing’. Urgh!”

“There, there, noona. Please don’t throw up all over me. I just washed this shirt.”

You continued to sob over his shoulder.

“Yeesh, I haven’t seen you like this in a while. If you wanted to drink you should’ve invited me.”

“No way! Ya always ssshtop me from drinking too much!”

“I wouldn’t have to do it if you didn’t complain about your hangovers.”

“Shaddup! I’m the older one here! I—hic—I’ll complain about whatever I want! Hangoversss! Backaches! Toothaches! Hip pain! Hic!”

“Sometimes I can’t decide if you’re a highschooler or a senior citizen in a twentysomething’s body.”

“Hah? Whatcha say to me, brat? I’m the perfect age to whoop yer butt!”

“I wish you would.”

“What?”

“I said, ‘do you want food?’ You downed a lot of bottles but nothing else.”

“Mm… I’m hungry.”

“Sweet or salty?”

“S…sssalty…”

“Got it. Let me think…”

“Tuna mayo...”

“Hm? Oh, we haven’t had those in a while.” Shoot. He used the last of this month’s money to buy Baekho a birthday dinner, and his pantry only had cigarettes and canned beans.

“...over hot rice and some beer…”

“I think you had enough beer though.”

“Gap~ryong~♪” you crooned, nuzzling his nape, sending chills down his spine and electrifying every nerve.

“Argh! W-what is it?”

“...why are you so nice to me?”

“That’s…”

“Ah, I know why.”

He smiled sardonically, expecting you to accuse him of being his usual philandering self, but you didn’t.

“Yer niiiiice to everyone, so I guessss I’m not shocked. I know that you just want everyone to be treated more kindly…you’re better than our pigs—I mean, our politicians bwahaha!”

“...”

“Yer a good kid underneath the cheap leather and ugly ass hat.”

“Hey! This jacket is not cheap—if it were, you’d be freezing right now—and you got me this hat!”

“Yeah, ‘coz you kept staring at it through the store window… It was so sad, like a puppy drooling at pictures of food.”

“You’re awful.”

“No, that hat is awful, but you like it so I got it for you. It wasn’t cheap, unlike that James Dean wannabe jacket of yours…”

“Man, you’re a mean drunk.”

You threw your head back, cackling behind him and he had to adjust his hands under your thighs, trying his best not to focus on their plumpness and how he desperately wanted them to squeeze his head. He still had a long walk home.

“H-hey! Stop it—hahaha—you know I’m ticklish!”

“If I don’t do this you’ll fall. Hold still for a moment, I’m gonna drop you—”

“Am I heavy?”

“Very much.”

“Yer supposed to say ‘nope, yer light as a fairy,’ jerk!”

“I’m asking you to behave or I’ll leave you behind.”

“Pfft. Asss if! Yer just a wannabe thug. I know yer a softie.”

Softie. He chuckled. What would the other gang leaders say?

***

His place was closer than yours so he opted to let you sleep over. He took your shoes off for you, and, after some struggling, he managed to remove your clothes with his eyes closed. Luckily, his t-shirt was big enough to cover most of you.

While Gapryong prepared your post-midnight snack, you sat cross-legged on the floor of his living room.

“Thank you for being a friend~ Traveled down a road and back again~ Your heart is true, you're a pal and a confidant~” you sang along, way off-key but with a bright smile, head bobbing side to side as the TV broadcast a show from North America. Or was it Europe? He had no idea. He only knew that you adored the show and it was one of the few interests you had that didn’t involve earning money. Despite losing memories of your identity, you retained many skills like your fluency in English. He wasn’t sure what was so entertaining about four white, senior ladies living together, but you smiled the most while watching it so he wasn’t going to ruin your fun.

He mixed the newly acquired tuna and mayo (—the perks of the neighbor’s daughter having a crush on him—), added a drizzle of sesame oil, mixed again, then served on top of rice. 

He turned around and found you lying eagle spread on the floor. 

“What’s wrong? Feeling dizzy?”

“I feel like vomiting.”

“Hold on, I’ll get a basin—”

“Hey, Gapryong, do you ever think about getting married?”

“It’s a little early to settle down, but I do know who I want to—”

“A daughter would be nice,” you sighed, rubbing your belly. “I could dress her up and help her style her hair. I can buy her a giant dollhouse and we can play together.”

Gapryong almost dropped the bowl; the visual of you, a bit older, dressed in maternity clothes and holding a baby, was too much for his brain to process. 

“A little girl, huh. Yeah, that’d be nice,” he mumbled.

“But a boy would be great too. They say boys are like puppies, always zooming around. Maybe that’s what I need, someone to brighten up my days… I can dress him up too!”

“Well, if you can’t decide, just have both. I’m sure noona will be a terrific mother.”

“You think so? I’m pretty selfish though.”

Gapryong remembered the days when you cleaned his wounds, kept him fed and hid him away from his drunk parents. “I’m certain.” 

You stared at him. Then you smiled. “You know, I think you’re the type to have all sons. Every single one of them’s gonna be just like you.”

“Hey, sons are great, but I want a daughter I can spoil.”

You laughed. “Yeah, you’re the type who wants a girl but the universe will keep giving you boys.”

“Don’t say it like you’re cursing me.”

“It’s not a curse, it’s common ssssense. I’ve seen this typa shit so many times, it’s a cliche at this point. There’s such a thing as too nice, ya know? Especially towards the ladies. If you keep sleeping around, yer poor sons are gonna end up alone and fatherless. Then yer gonna be in for a lot. Ah!” You raised a finger and pointed at the TV, at one of the characters. “Dorothy said that girls are more likely to kill their moms and boys usually kill their dads. With yer sperm yer screwed.”

“This is really starting to sound like a curse. But what makes you so sure I’ll only have sons?”

You closed your eyes. “Just a hunch…”

“Noona? Your food’s ready.”

“...”

He patted your cheek. “I thought you were hungry?”

“I’m listening, just resting… my eyes… zzz…”

“Unbelievable, and after all that fussing about tuna mayo.” He put away the dish for tomorrow, went to his room and returned with pillows and blankets. 

He carefully nudged a pillow under your head and pulled the blanket up to your chin. 

“Nice to everyone, huh.” He folded his arms over the table, plopped his head to the side, face warm as he watched your chest rise and fall with each breath. 

As if he’d leave his bed at two a.m. and make tuna mayo just for anybody.

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Next Episode: Happy

Main Series Title/AU: My Baby Brother is the Strongest Character

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