#yuseong

[olympianknightwing]

Heyyy, how are you? I hope you're well. I'd like to ask you for a scenario about Hudson, Eugene, Seongji, Taesoo, and Jake's first kiss, if it's not too much trouble 😅 By the way, I really like what you write ✨💓 bye 👋🏻😽

To All the Boys I've loved

LOOKISM CHARACTER: FIRST KISS

JAKE KIM

Jake was trying to bury it deep for months, but your smile did something to him that he couldn't quite explain. The secret glances you gave him mirrored his own hidden feelings. But his life was a dangerous gamble of enemies and bloody nights. Keeping you close to him was too dangerous, too risky. So, he pushed you away, even though the pining gnawed at him all day and night. It all shattered when one night you broke, tears streaming as you rushed out from Big Deal Street into the rain.

Jake ran after you with an umbrella trying to stop you. When he finally caught up to you and grabbed your hand, you pushed him away a little too hard. "Y/N, stop! Please, just listen. I'm trying to keep you safe... my life's too dangerous-"

"Leave me alone Jake! You're just making it difficult for both of us you idiot-"

He dropped the umbrella, water cascading over you both, and cupped your face with trembling hands, thumbs wiping at the tears mixing with rain. "Enough," he breathed, then kissed you. His lips were warm against the chill, urgent and tender, one hand sliding to the nape of your neck to hold you there. You froze for a heartbeat, then melted, kissing him back while your leg popped up (Princess Diary style).

When he finally pulled back, foreheads pressed together, rain dripping from his lashes, he whispered, "I'm so sorry for understanding this late... that I can't live without you. Literally." You smile. "You idiot... Also sorry, that was my first kiss." "I could tell." "...." "I'm kidding!"

EUGENE

The chairman's room felt smaller than usual, the dim bulb overhead casting shadows on Eugene as he was slumped down on the couch. Whatever happened to him that day had left him unraveling, shoulders shaking under your arm as you pulled him into a tight hug. "Shh, I've got you," you murmured, holding him close, your fingers threading gently through his hair. His body relaxed against yours, the tension easing.

He lifted his head slowly and realized that the distance between you two was no more. The air thickened, and your comforting touch turned intimate. You could feel his breathe over you skim, and you felt the shift ...his gaze dropped to your lips, a quiet want replacing his distress. Eugene leaned in, hand rising to cup your jaw, the space between you vanishing...

"Ahem, ahem..." Mandeok cleared his throat as Yuseong leaned in from behind him as they poked their heads through the door. Eugene sprang back, while both of your faces burned red.

He whipped around, voice sharp. "What is it?" They muttered excuses and bolted, but the damage was done. The heat lingered, though, your cheeks flushed as Eugene rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your eyes. "That was... erm close" he said, voice low, a shy smile tugging at his lips. You reached out, squeezing his hand. Yeah, it was. And next time, no one's interrupting.

SEONGJI YUK

The kitchen counter was painted with sugar syrup and fruit peelings, the tanghulu cooling in neat rows as the syrup's glossy shine caught the afternoon light. Seongji turned the tanghulus his eyebrows scrunched in concentration. His sleeves were rolled up, and he hummed a song that you had made him listen a few days ago... You'd joined in to help, the two of you bumping elbows and sharing quiet laughs over the mess. "Here, taste this," he said, offering you a skewer, then taking a bite of his own.

A strand of syrup clung to his cheek, sparkling like gold. Without a second thought, you leaned across the counter and licked it off, the sweetness bursting on your tongue mixed with the warmth of his skin. Seongji froze, eyes widening in shock, a deep blush flooding his face from collar to ears.

You pulled back just enough to meet his stunned gaze, then smiled slow and teasing, your hand sliding up to trace the line of his neck, fingers curling into his hair. He blinked, breath hitching, but the pull was too strong. You tugged him closer, capturing his lips in a real kiss. His hands found your waist after a beat of hesitation, gripping like he never wanted to let go.

TAESOO MA

The night sky was sprawling endlessly above you and Taesoo as you lay side by side on a blanket atop Taesoo's favourite mountain. The air was cool and breezy, and everything smelt like pine. He'd been opening up more than usual, voice steady as he traced constellations with his finger. "Oh, see that? That's a lover pair." he said, eyes on the heavens. "A lover pair?" "Yeah. Perseus and Andromeda... legend says that they were so in love that they were immortalized in the stars beside each other." You turned to him, his words warming your chest. "I'll be there always too, Taesoo. No matter what." His gaze shifted to you. Laughing, cooking, quiet nights and all the fighting.... he couldn't imagine any of it without you anymore. The distance he'd kept, the walls, they crumbled right there.

"After all this time?" he asked softly, rolling onto his side.

"Always," you replied, voice sure and quiet.

He closed the gap, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that felt like coming home – gentle at first, then deepening. His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing your skin. When he pulled back, forehead resting against yours, he smiled, rare and full. "Always," he echoed.

HUDSON AHN

The night air in Ansan hung heavy with the scent of rain-soaked streets. Hudson's duffel bag sat at his feet, packed for the early train to Seoul where Allied waited for him for some mission. You'd walked him to the station, your heart racing with the fear that this goodbye might be the last one. He stood tall, his poker face intact

You couldn't hold it in anymore. Stepping close, you grabbed his jacket collar and pulled him down, pressing your lips to his in a desperate, trembling kiss. It started soft but tasting salty but it sweetened as his hands hesitated then settled on your arms, steadying you both. You broke away first. "I couldn't let you go without doing that." His gaze held yours, silent as ever, but something shifted deep inside him. You turned and walked back toward the lights, tears flowing uncontrollably. Hudson didn't move. He didn't even call out. Instead, he watched you go, a single tear slipping down his cheek He brushed it away roughly, jaw clenching. For the first time, the sun of Ansan felt like he had an orbit to return to. And that changed everything.

-------------------------------------------------------------- A/N- I'm so sorry if it felt a really too emotional in the end... Ig i just mirrored my feelings... Thank you soooo much for the kind words ~(ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ I loved the request!!!

[chosaraki]

The Light.

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Yuseong x R.femele.

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Y/N inspired by tanjiro kamado.

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The rain fell heavily on the tin roof of the shed where she hid it.

Yuseong's steps sounded deaf on the wet cement floor. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, mixed with the rain and dust that stuck to his skin. The shirt was torn, his hands in raw flesh, and he gasped like an animal that fled a massacre.

But she was there.

Sitting with her legs bent under her body, her eyes wide and calm. The worried expression, but not scared. Not in front of him.

- You fought again, didn't you? - he asked tenderly, holding an old towel.

He didn't answer.

Yuseong never answered.

But his body stopped before her. As if, even without command, he recognized that that was the only place where he could stop.

She got up slowly, as if she didn't want to scare him. She approached like someone who approaches a wild animal - with respect, without fear, but with wisdom.

- Come. Sit here, please.

Yuseong didn't move for a few seconds. Then he obeyed. His look was the same: empty, suspicious, instinctive. But there was a trace there, hidden - something like exhaustion.

She knelt in front of him, began to clean the blood carefully. Her fingers were delicate, but safe. No tremor. No hesitation.

- Why do you always fight as if you wanted to die in the middle? - he murmured. - You throw yourself as if your life were nothing. But it's not. Not for me.

He stared at her for a moment.

That was a phrase he didn't understand. The idea of personal "value". The idea of someone caring about him not as a weapon, but as a being. It was new. Unbelievable.

She noticed the tense silence and touched his face, with her warm palm.

- I know you weren't created to feel. I know that all you know is pain and order.

- But with me... you don't have to fight to deserve to breathe.

His breath caught on his chest.

As if the body didn't know how to react to that. As if there was no defense for that kind of kindness.

He lowered his head. He leaned his forehead on her shoulder.

It was a gross gesture. Almost desperate. As if to say "I don't understand, but... stay".

She wrapped her arms around him.

And for a long time, there was no blood, no wounds, no orders from Eugene, no violence.

Only him. And her.

The girl with eyes that saw beauty even in his broken parts.

The girl who smelled of hot tea and wet earth.

The only one who, even in front of the beast, offered flowers.

He didn't cry. He didn't know how to cry.

But for the first time, his body trembled. Not out of anger.

But of relief.

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— Later

The improvised room was silent, with the dim light of a lamp projecting soft shadows on the gray walls. The storm outside had stopped, but the humidity was still hovering in the air.

Yuseong was sitting on the thin mattress, with his head down, his elbows on his knees. He breathed slowly. His chest went up and down as if each sigh was an exercise in containment.

Y/n was behind him, sitting cross-legged, watching his back covered by scars, bruises and tension.

- Can I? - she asked in a low voice, almost a whisper.

He didn't answer with words. But he didn't back down. And for him, that was a yes.

She approached, slowly, until her knees touched his back. His hands touched his skin gently - like someone holding a wounded animal that still distrusts goodness.

Yuseong closed his eyes.

It was... hot. Hot in a way that didn't hurt.

She slid her fingers down his shoulders, through the stiff muscles of his neck. He massaged slowly, feeling every knot of tension, every mark that his body carried as armor.

- You move like someone who expects an attack at any time, - she said softly. - Even when you're alone. Even when you're with me.

- ...I don't know how to relax. - he murmured, hoarse. It was rare to hear him speak. Even more like this.

She moved until she sat behind him, her body glued to his. Her hands went down the ribs, hugging him from behind.

- So let me teach you.

He swallowed hard. His body stiffened... and then, slowly, gave in.

She kissed the base of his neck. A light kiss. Hot. No requirement. No urgency.

Yuseong wasn't used to it. With the idea that touch could mean comfort. That someone's warmth was not always a sign of danger or control.

She put her arms around his waist, leaning her head against his bare back.

- You always protect others with your body.

- But who protects you, Yuseong?

He didn't know how to answer.

And then she slowly pulled him back, causing him to lie on his back on the mattress, and she on top. There was nothing aggressive in his movements - just intention. Just be careful.

She put her hands on his chest and looked him in the eyes, with that determined and serene expression that disconcerted him more than any blow.

- I see you. Even when you try to hide from yourself.

- And I want that, just for today... you let me touch what no one sees.

He took a deep breath. His eyes had no lust. They were afraid. Fear of feeling something he couldn't control.

But he nodded. A small movement with the head. And that was enough.

She began to kiss him slowly - on the chin, neck, collarbone. As if you drew a map back to his body, piece by piece.

And he, for the first time, didn't fight against it.

His hands went up her waist. Shy. Clumsy. But sincere.

She guided calmly. Without words, but with a firm, sweet look. Their bodies adjusted with the time and rhythm he needed. She whispered against his skin:

- You don't need to hurry.

- You don't need to be strong now.

- Just... sit down. And stay with me.

The connection was growing - not in speed, but in depth.

He looked at her as if he was seeing the sky for the first time.

She touched him as if she were taking care of a flower born in devastated soil.

When he finally slid his fingers over her skin more firmly, with more certainty, she smiled - not with carnal pleasure, but with relief. Like someone who sees a silent miracle happen.

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Then, he lay with his head on her chest, his eyes open, quiet, but... calm.

She caressed his hair, in silence, and murmured, as if saying something just for his heart to hear:

- You'll still understand what love is, Yuseong.

- And you will learn that your body was never made just to fight.

He didn't answer. But his hand, already warm, held hers firmly.

And he didn't let go.

- One day, I'll make you smile... really.

- Not that smile when you fight...

- But the one when you understand that you are saved.

Yuseong: (silent, but his fingers slowly close on her back)

"Stay."

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After an intense fight, Yuseong takes refuge with y/n, who welcomes him with kindness and firmness. She takes care of her injuries in silence, and for the first time he allows him to be touched without resistance. On a calm night, she guides him with affection, showing that the touch can be affection, not pain. The intimate moment between them is slow, emotional and healing - an awakening for Yuseong, who begins to understand what it is to be loved without having to fight for it.

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[bubbless-s]

hi! I just found recently your blog so I wanted to ask if you could write dating hcs for Yuseong from Lookism? Thanks!

⋆˚࿔Yuseong x gn!reader dating headcanons 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

-ʚɞ genre: fluff

-ʚɞ warnings: none?

Masterlist

ᡣ𐭩 Most of the time he is very very quiet.

ᡣ𐭩 Holds your hand 24/7.

ᡣ𐭩 Yuseong definitely follows you like a lost puppy or sum 😭

ᡣ𐭩 Puts his head on your lap for no reason at all. Like you guys could be chilling and he just blops his head into your lap.

ᡣ𐭩 The only people he listens to are you and his brother.

ᡣ𐭩 Cheek kisses <3

ᡣ𐭩 Getting in a relationship with Yuseong would be kinda hard. cuz Eugene wanted to be little bitch.

ᡣ𐭩 Dates include going to get ice cream together and watching movies on Netflix.

ᡣ𐭩 If he gets too injured in a fight he comes to see you first like no fuck getting healed.

ᡣ𐭩 You tie his bangs while doing something so it doesn’t get into his eyes. (If you get what I mean)

ᡣ𐭩 You adjust his clothes all the time.

ᡣ𐭩 You guys build lego sets together.

ᡣ𐭩 My guy definitely eats unhealthy junk all the time so you’ll have to sneak something healthy in his food once in a while.

ᡣ𐭩 In the mornings he doesn’t want to get up just stay in your arms. No seriously if you try to remove him from your arms he would get all sad and stuff.

ᡣ𐭩 Check his phone daily and please delete the stupid games he has installed.

ᡣ𐭩 Would let you style his hair however you want. Yuseong wouldn’t really care unless its making him uncomfortable.

[webiwabolovescoffee]

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[kervl-klear]

“Reality is dull but memories are vivid”

It took me one full year but I finally finished this wip. \(TT )✨

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[monetandthings]

When you see your crush again.

(My sillies)

[strawbereefarm]

made a mistake of catching up to orv webtoon while in public so now i have to act normal when i read this panel AGHHHHHHHH

[seizuki]

Me thinks that if Yuseong ever have a crush on someone, it would be the cutest and purest fucking thing...