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featuring: Gun Park, Gitae Kim, James Lee/Diego Kang, Jichang Kwak, Seongji Yuk, Kingmaker J
TW: sex work, rough sex, gagging and bondage, overstimulation, roleplay, use of sex toys, oral sex (male and female), voyeurism, group sex, dubcon, Reader gets called dirty names
You thought about rereading your contract to check if your company has a filtering process. Why? Because every single man you serviced was attractive. No, that's not enough to describe them.
They were panty-dropping, jaw-hits-the-floor, drop-dead gorgeous. If one were to see them walking on the street, one would think that these creatures are proof of a higher power.
There was this one handsome man with heartbreak in his snake-like eyes. Apparently, you reminded him of his ex-wife, and he asked you to call him "honey" while he made love to you. He never kissed you though. You hope he and his wife make up soon.
Another time, you met with a big-chested fellow with glasses and ink everywhere but on his face. He used to be a regular, but one night, he moaned "mommy" while you massaged his scalp—that was the last time you saw him.
Once, you were "invited" to a birthday party. You thought there was a mix-up and tried to explain that you weren't a stripper (you didn't like dancing), but the guests explained that you were the birthday boy's present. The birthday boy was a tall thing with polydactyly. Contrary to his intimidating appearance, he was shy and awkward. A virgin. He was so cute that you couldn't help but pamper him before you took his first time, even teaching him how to use those extra fingers.
You must admit, you prefer flings over repeat customers.
One of your regulars is a mob boss with an X-shaped scar across his face. Newbies aren't allowed to service him.
The reason is simple: Jonggun Park likes rough sex.
He also doesn't hold back.
Countless women have left his room covered in bruises, welts and scars. Some even received wounds on their faces. You're one of the rare few who volunteered to be with him. Unlike the other girls, you don't have friends or family to fuss over your injuries, and you weren't popular, so it's only logical to keep him entertained so the more in-demand workers can focus on other clients.
Your first time with Gun Park was an experience. You used to think that you weren't into rough sex, but maybe your previous partners weren't rough enough.
Gun gave you a safe word, but you never felt like using it.
You love having his tattooed arm hooked around your neck as he pounds you from behind. You can't get enough of his deep, rumbly voice calling you his cheap whore. You can't help but smile when he sneers down at you.
The morning after is always painful, but you find the ache delicious.
But Gun has changed. When he calls for you, he doesn't throw you to the couch or bed the moment you arrive. He invites you to eat with him and asks if the bruises he gave you last time still hurt.
You weren't one to say no to a free meal but it was disarming to have Gun Park treat you like a person. Even more disappointing is how he has been fucking you less and less. During your last visit, he ate you out until you came, and then he fell asleep without entering you.
Is he getting bored? You hope not.
You find Gun's violence titillating.
On the other hand, there is this other client, a giant named Gitae Kim. He was your introduction to orgies. Well, more like a harem. The man loves women so much he sleeps with them in groups. You were nervous at first, but the other girls—your "seniors" so to speak—were very nice. They even told you that a group arrangement with one man and multiple women is relatively easier and leagues safer than anything else.
But for some godforsaken reason, Gitae Kim singled you out. The man who was obsessed with harems began asking for you and you alone. Your co-workers were terrified on your behalf and begged the madam not to send you to him, but everyone knew that they can't say no to a mobster, let alone the boss of an entire syndicate.
But surprisingly enough, despite his history of group sex, Gitae Kim was… kinda vanilla. He liked to watch you suck him off and bounce on his dick, but that was it. However, as the other girls pointed out, you were the only one who could keep up with his stamina. Perhaps that's why he preferred having multiple partners.
You really do wish he would get bored of you already, because you've long gotten bored of him. More importantly, the oversized thug has begun sending you flowers. In your line of work, that kind of attention is dangerous. Instead of flattery, the bouquets of blood-red roses only served to freak you out.
Speaking of freak, your least favorite client was also your first one. A beautiful man known only to you as "DG." He has a face that could put movie stars to shame, and a body that would have Michelangelo's David shaking.
DG started gently. You thought for sure that he was going to be one of your more "normal" clients. It turned out to be the opposite.
Like Lucifer, he was deceptively sweet.
He's the biggest pervert you've been with.
One of his favorite activities is using you as white noise to help him focus—he would type on his computer as your muffled screams and sloppy sounds filled the air. Usually, he just plugged you with toys, your arms and legs tied together while you suffered through delirious agony. Sometimes, J would take over.
You prefer J over the toys.
He always shows up wearing a policeman's uniform (probably one of DG's sick fetishes, you told yourself). In contrast to DG who never stops smiling, J's face remains impassive. However, J is kinder.
You like how warm he is, how he asks "Are you okay?" as he fills you.
But you barely see him, especially now that DG has decided to start fucking you with his own cock.
So yeah, you meet lots of interesting, unfairly attractive men at your job. None of them are husband material though.
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Series Title/AU: My Baby Brother is the Strongest Character
<<previous episode
Featuring: Gun Park, Goo Kim, Jichang Kwak, Jihan Kwak, Jibeom Kwak
Jihan Kwak burst into their dining room. "Tell me it's not true."
The Kwak brothers didn't always get along, but that was normal for most siblings. Their youngest, Jihan, was the most energetic, which was a nice way of saying that he was a pain in the ass.
"Tell me it's not true," Jihan repeated, walking up to his oldest brother, who was seated and staring at his coffee. "Did that woman really come here?"
"Yep," Jibeom answered instead, placing a third bowl of rice on the dining table. He caught three large boars this afternoon and prepared one of their favorite meals: jeyuk bokkeum, stir-fried spicy pork. "She's staying with two guys at the inn."
"Two guys?" Jihan scoffed. "Someone's ambitious."
"Big bro is already in a bad mood so settle down."
"She's just here to show off."
"We don't know that."
Jihan ignored him and turned to their eldest. "Hyung, what did she say to you? Please tell me you told her to piss off—and please tell me you weren't wearing your hair the dorky way when you met."
Jichang opted to silently sip his coffee.
Jibeom interrupted again, "Just sit down so we can eat."
"Not until we figure out why she's here!"
"She's here for the holidays—that's what the lady who owns the inn told me."
"She doesn't have any family here, and who the hell spends their vacation in a town like this one? You said she's with two guys? She just came here to gloat!" Jihan slammed the table, rattling the dishes. "You need to find a girl too, hyung. Show her that you're happier now that she's out of your life."
Jichang downed the last of his coffee and grabbed his police jacket from the backrest of his chair. "I'm going for a ride."
"Big bro—"
"Eat without me."
Jihan chased after his brother. "Hyung, what did she say to you? She came here to show off her new boy toys, didn't she?" [1]
Jichang stopped walking.
Jihan braced himself for a hit. But rather than a slap to the face, he received two gentle pats on his shoulder.
"Go back," his brother said, looking at the stars instead of him, "Jibeom worked hard on dinner."
Jihan watched as he disappeared with his bike.
Clenching his fists, the youngest Kwak brother stomped back to the dinner table. "You have better not told him to go after that old hag."
"Watch your mouth, I'm still your older brother." Jibeom pointed his chopsticks. "And 'old hag'? You had the most embarrassingly obvious crush on that old hag, remember?"
Jihan's face turned pick. "Shut up!"
"Don't even try to deny it, even I could see how you got all tongue-tied when she was around."
All right. It was true—Jihan used to have the smallest, tiniest, most insignificant crush on you—but that was years ago! He'll never forgive you for breaking his brother's heart.
"What if he goes back to her?"
Jibeom replied with a mouth full of rice, "Then we can finally have our big sis back. You think big bro still has that ring he bought for her?"
"Why are you so okay with this!? Don't you remember what a mess hyung was after she left?" After your so-called breakup, their eldest buried himself in work. But he also became much more absent-minded and careless.
"If she had stayed…" Jihan shakingly said, "…maybe hyung would still be the King of Seoul."
"We don't know that, bro. You can't blame her for everything that happened."
"I can and I will—and stop eating! How can you eat like this when hyung could be on his way to the inn to see her? She left us—I mean, she left hyung. You're the one who kept blabbing on about how they should just get married already. How are you not beyond pissed off?"
"Because they're just going through a rough patch."
Jihan's jaw slackened. A "rough patch"? It's been years.
His brother then added, "She is his lobster."
"…what?"
"You know, his lobster? His yellow umbrella."
"What?! What the actual hell are you talking about?"
Jibeom rolled his eyes and began to explain, "In one of the American shows big sis and I watched, they say that two people who are meant to be together are lobsters because lobsters mate for life—"
"I don't think that's true"
"—and in another show, the yellow umbrella represents the main character's wife. It's a symbol of destiny and love."
"…"
"…"
Jihan threw his hands in the air. "Augh!"
Because of your influence, Jibeom became a sitcom addict. The idiot who barely passed elementary school English could now hold proper conversations with foreigners. He also became a complete geek.
Jihan scooped more rice onto his bowl before getting up.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm eating in my room. I hate you!"
***
Jichang rode his motorbike down the mountain and entered the town. Unlike in Seoul, where countless lamp posts and billboards and office buildings chased away the darkness everywhere, the roads outside the towns in Chungcheong were dominated by the night. It wasn't a bad thing. though. Without the artificial lights polluting the sky, the moon and stars shined even more brilliantly.
He had slipped you a Post-It with his new number and you sent him a message begging him to hide with Mr. Noh.
He didn't blame you for being paranoid. He may have lost touch with most of his connections in the city, but even Jichang knew that Charles Choi was no pushover. Self-made men don't have clean hands.
Still, it was weird how strong your reaction was. It was almost as if you knew something he didn't.
When he refused to give you Mr. Noh's whereabouts through text, you begged to meet with him.
He was passing by the rice fields when, through the hum of his bike and the wind slashing past him, he could hear a voice call out to him.
"Ji!"
"What the—"
Your figure appeared from the road ahead. Draped in dark, practical clothes, you looked more like a thief than someone on vacation.
He got off the bike and began lecturing you. "I told you I'd pick you up from the inn. Does your brother know you're out here alone? Do you have any idea how dangerous—"
You bent over, hands clasping your knees, and began to heave.
"Did you seriously run all the way here?"
"Where's Mr. Noh? Please—cough—please tell me h-he's—huff, huff—"
"Calm down, bee." He dabbed his handkerchief on your face. Seeing you breathless and panting as sweat ran down your forehead brought back some old memories. Jichang tried to focus on something else.
"Why are you doing this?" It was a shock finding out about your relationship with Gapryong Kim and the other members of the Fist Gang. He had to admit, it was painful that you never shared that part of your life with him. "I'm grateful that you're concerned about Mr. Noh, but I don't understand why you're this desperate to delay his plans."
Finally recovered, you replied, "Let's check up on him first."
"Why won't you tell me?"
You were already approaching his motorcycle. "Charles Choi gives me the creeps."
"Is that all? That's what gave you a panic attack? That's what had you running through the darkness alone?"
"Jichang, you of all people know how dangerous wealthy, ambitious men can be." You put on his spare helmet. "I… I've heard stories from Gapryong-nim and Jinyeong-nim about how ruthless that man was. I just—I have a bad feeling, okay? A really big, really bad feeling and if I'm wrong, then I'm wrong, but I can't let this go. If something happened to Mr. Noh—if something happened to you, I will never forgive myself."
Your shoulders sunk and the walls around Jichang's heart began to falter.
"All right," he sighed as he strapped the helmet for you. "Let's go."
Having your arms around his waist felt right.
This was the first time you two rode on a bike together. During your relationship, Jichang always drove you around in his car because you carried two bags worth of reviewers and medical equipment.
"It's easier to retain information when I can feel the material and smell the ink," you said after he suggested getting a tablet instead of hauling five books everyday. You then asked him to help you study anatomy. He thought it was your cute way of seducing him, but he soon realized that you meant it literally. You spent half a day tracing his veins and muscles with neon highlighters. [2]
His shoulders trembled as he chuckled.
"What's so funny?" you shouted over the wind.
"I was just thinking about what a huge nerd you used to be."
"You're calling me a nerd? Hah! Say that again to my face, four-eyes."
He could hear you smile as you retorted.
He would have laughed too, but the sudden brightness ahead pulled the humor out the both of you. Giant, scarlet flames licked the sky. Smoke hovered over the distant trees like angry clouds.
There was only one house in that area.
"Hold on tight."
When Jichang couldn't drive any closer, he got off the bike, barked orders through his radio and then shouted over the burning courtyard, "Mr. Noh!"
The logical part of him knew that no one could have survived this fire. But if there was even a sliver of chance that Mr. Noh was alive—
You touched his arm.
"I know," you said.
He looked at you.
You gave him an empathetic look. "But you can't save him."
He hated that look. He hated that it was you who was telling him exactly what he needed to hear, because, at this moment, you understood his helplessness better than anyone. You have gone through this thousands of times.
You began tugging him back towards his bike.
You both needed to leave. Whoever did this could still be around and while Jichang was strong, he wasn't going to risk your life.
He pulled himself together. "Yeah, let's go—!"
Your head jerked backward and you fell sideways like a stringless marionette—straight into the arm of a blonde.
It was the young man who came with your brother to the police station. Goo Kim.
Jichang's skull buzzed with questions—Why is he here? How did he get here? Why didn't I sense him?—but first, he locked into a fighting stance. He needed to get you away from here.
However, Goo Kim didn't seem interested in him. The blonde nudged your head towards his shoulder before lifting you up bridal style. He glanced at your unconscious form. "'I'm just gonna stay in and sleep.' You are one lousy liar, angel."
"Put her down."
Goo's eyes lazily drifted towards the White Viper of Seoul, as if he was only just now noticing him.
"So you two had a thing?" His tone and smile dripped with disdain. "First there was Chest, and that pink-haired freak, then that monster from Mexico—she is just a magnet for thugs, isn't she?"
Jichang glowered. His instincts screamed at him. This smirking blonde was not an easy opponent, but retreating was not an option. He was too late to save Mr. Noh, but he wasn't going to let anybody hurt you.
He ran all the possible options in his mind and came to the conclusion that he needed to wake you up. He would stay here and keep this guy busy while you run away.
Your captor interrupted his thoughts: "You keep staring at her with that disgusting look in your eye. It really—" his grin disappeared "—pisses me off."
Murderous intent wrapped around Jichang like tar. It weighed down his entire body.
The first time he faced certain death, he had no fear. Even when Gitae Kim held an axe to his face, Jichang stayed firm. He would rather be slaughtered than kneel to anyone.
However, tonight, inside this brilliant man's mind, only one thought prevailed: I can't save her.
I can't save her. I can't save her. I can't save her. I can't save her. I can't save her. I can't save her. I can't save her. I can't save her. I can't save her. I can't save her. I can't save her. I can't save her. I can't save her. I can't save her. I can't save her. I can't save her. I can't save her. I can't save her. I can't save her. I can't save her. I can't save her. I can't save her. I can't save her. I can't save her. I can't save her. I can't save her. I can't save her. I can't save her. I can't save her.
Jichang fell to his knees.
He then pressed his nose on the ground.
Goo Kim jumped in surprise. "What—why are you prostrating all of a sudden?!"
"Please…" Jichang would crawl on the dirt and kiss anyone's shoes if it meant protecting you. "Please don't hurt her."
"Oh, geez. When you say shit like that it makes me feel like I'm some creep."
Before Jichang could reply, another voice spoke from behind him: "Why is she still out here? If nee-san gets sick from the smoke, I'll kill you."
"I was going to bring her inside the car but as you can see, someone's in the way."
"What's he doing?"
"Begging, I think."
Jichang heard your brother sigh.
"Whatever," Gun said. "We need to leave before the firefighters get here."
***
There was a white snake on your bed. Its head was bigger than yours—so big that it could swallow you whole. But you weren't afraid. Despite its body that was longer than a school bus, the snake moved lightly as it slithered onto your lap. It was no different from a clingy puppy.
You were petting it when a golden-furred, glasses-wearing, cartoon fox burst into the room.
The surprise catapulted you awake.
You blinked a couple of times and found a golden-haired, glasses-wearing, fox-like creature grinning down at you.
"Congratulations on making it to heaven," Goo said, crossing his thumb and index finger to make a heart.
You groaned. Your hand flew to the back of your neck. It ached, but you had more pressing matters to deal with.
"Whe—" you coughed.
Goo raised a cup of water to your face. He held the straw as you took a sip.
After lubricating your throat, you could finally talk. "Where's Jichang?"
He pouted.
"Goo."
"He's somwhere in this hospital."
You shot up. Did Charles Choi kill him? No, if he was dead then Goo would've said so… Right? In the original story, was Jichang also taken to the hospital? No, that can't be… There was a news report showing his body next to Mr. Noh.
"Relax." Goo ran his fingers through his hair. "He's fine. The paramedics cleared him and everything."
"Really? Jichang's not hurt? Are you serious?"
"Last I saw him, he was talking with a doctor—"
You threw your arms around him and exhaled like a giant weight had been lifted off your shoulders.
"Thank you, Goo."
"Oh. Um… No problem?"
You placed a chaste kiss on his cheek before sprinting out the room.
Left alone, Goo remained seated, still frozen from shock.
First, you kept rubbing his face and muttering "good boy" while half-conscious, then you kissed him and ran away? You sure got some nerve!
He clasped his hand over his mouth.
Why was his face so hot?
You passed by a couple of nurses and asked them if they saw a cop. Barely anything happened in this town so a freak fire and police in the hospital had everyone in talking.
You thanked them and hurried towards the entrance. Jichang Kwak was outside. He was standing there, surrounded by fellow officers.
You collapsed in relief, earning concerned gazes from everyone.
Jichang turned around and, finally noticing you, hurried to your side. "What's wrong? Are you hurt—?!"
You stared at him.
"Bee?"
The dam broke and hot tears streamed down your cheeks like a flash flood.
Jichang panicked.
The spectators whispered, "Boss made a woman cry."
Jichang was going to make them pay for that. But first, you needed consoling.
"Sweetheart—"
"I—I'm sorry! I don't—I c-can't s-s-s-s-stop it—waaaah!" He has seen you cry with Jibeom over books and TV shows, but nothing like this.
"It's okay." He palmed your arms reassuringly. "You must've been scared. This is normal."
"I-I-I thought—sniff—I thought I l-lost you!"
"You didn't lose me," he said. "I'm right here. Always."
You paused and then your lips quivered before you started sobbing again.
On the second floor of the hospital, Gun and Goo watched from the window as Jichang Kwak lifted you in his arms and carried you to a police car.
The air was so gloomy that even the ghosts haunting the hallway refused to approach them.
"Hey, siscon," Goo asked, eyes trained at the scene, "are you really just going to stand here and watch?"
"Even I can read the room." Gun scowled at the car. "I don't like that snake bastard but right now, my sister needs him." Sparing him was the right choice. Gun hated seeing you with anyone—especially men, but he hated seeing you upset even more.
Goo, still looking at the car, changed the subject, "I can't believe you shattered an old man's legs. What would your big sister think?"
"He wouldn't listen to reason so I had to shut him up first—and quit talking like you wouldn't have done the same thing." Bakgu Noh was still in surgery for his fractures. Once stable, he would be transferred to a secure location and stay in hiding until Charles Choi was dealt with.
"If you expose Charles now he'll drag you into it."
"I'm not an idiot." The only reason Gun remained at Charles Choi's side was to minimize any damage to you. For whatever reason, the always doubtful Charles had never discovered your existence. Joongoo's loyalty to him has always been shaky, so Charles likely didn't want to risk Gun's wrath by investigating him.
And, as much as it irked him, Gun suspected James Lee had something to do with keeping your identity a secret.
Goo changed the topic again. "What will you do if Kwak tells her what we did?"
"He won't."
Jichang Kwak was a smart man. Charles Choi's two bodyguards will report Bakgu Noh's "death" and pretend to destroy all evidence against him. In exchange, he was to keep his mouth shut about their backstabbing. Once Choi's crimes are brought to light, Bakgu Noh can finally live in peace.
One wrong move, like telling you the truth, and Gun pulls the plug.
And Jichang Kwak knows that.
Inside the police car, your wails have calmed down into mild sniffling.
Ji had told you that he convinced Mr. Noh to fake his death while they wait for a more appropriate opportunity to expose Choi's crimes.
"I'm surprised he agreed," you said.
"Yes, well… Mr. Noh's a reasonable man and I can be persuasive."
You smiled and blew your nose in his handkerchief.
"Hey, bee…"
"Hm?"
"Your brother is... what does he do?"
"He works at a security firm."
"Do you know who he works for?"
"He's never given me the company name and to be honest, I never thought to ask. It's a security firm and I don't wanna trouble him with my questions," you recited your usual explanation. "Why do you ask?"
Jichang tapped the steering wheel. "Nothing. He just looks like he works out."
You beamed with pride. "Right? Our little Jonggun has always been athletic. You should've seen him when he was younger, he would show off all his karate moves." And when he was done, he would look at you like a dog waiting for a treat and some praise.
Midway through your spiel about how cute your brother was, you were hit with a realization and you gasped.
"What? What's wrong?"
"My brother!" If Goo was here then so was Gun. "He must be wondering where I am. Can I borrow your phone?"
You sent Gun a text telling him you were safe and that you were with Jichang.
"You and your brother are really close," Ji said, pocketing his phone.
"Well, duh."
"…what about the blonde? Is he really just a friend?"
"You mean Goo Kim? Well, yes. He's my brother's friend, and now he's my friend."
"He likes you."
"I should hope so."
"You don't have to play dumb with me."
"Rude much?"
"Bee, he likes you. Not as a friend, not as his friend's sister. He's crushing on you."
"Trust me, Joongoo doesn't have a crush on me."
"I don't understand how someone as emotionally mature as you can be so blind to something so obvious."
"I'm not blind, Ji, you're the one who keeps looking for something that isn't there."
"I knew you would say that. I guess you haven't changed."
You crossed your arms.
"You can charm the pants off anyone. You connect with people, but the instant that things start to feel real, you chicken out. You convince yourself that only your feelings matter, only what you know is true and that you know best.
"I can handle rejection, bee. I could live with you not being mine, but you insisted that my feelings weren't real. You told me that we had no future and then you just… left."
Jichang slumped in his seat. "And I lost my friend."
The two of you stewed in silence.
A minute later, Jichang exhaled and turned to you. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you. That was childish."
You reflexively reached out to him, but stopped before you could touch his arm. You pulled back your hand. "No. I deserved that."
You licked your lips.
"I was being selfish when I left. The truth is…" You got scared. You didn't realize who Jichang was until after the two of you became close friends. At that time, you were alone. Your memory issues were getting worse, you thought you lost your brother entirely, and the people you loved in your old world were forever out of reach. You were falling for Jichang, but he was going to die too, and you were too much of a coward to do anything about that. When he confessed that he wanted to be more than just your fuck buddy, you spiraled.
"The truth is I got cold feet."
Jichang was leaning over the center console. So were you.
His lips were so close.
"Jichang, the truth is, I really—"
Something slammed onto the windshield. "I OBJECT!"
You shrieked and started choking Jichang.
"Get away from my brother, old hag!" That something was Jihan Kwak. His face was smooshed against the glass as he glared daggers at you.
Jichang gently pried your fingers off his collar before getting out the car to smack their youngest. "Are you insane!?"
You clutched your chest. Once you got your breathing under control, you watched the two yell at each other and smiled.
Like many little siblings, Jihan was a tsundere for his older brother. You don't blame him for holding a grudge. If a man broke your heart the way you did with Jichang's, Gun would never let him near you again.
Someone tapped on your glass. It was Jibeom.
You rolled down the window.
"Long time no see, noona!" he greeted you in English.
"Hi Jibeom. Still watching sitcoms?"
"I finally started Sex and the City."
"Nice. Who's your favorite girl?"
You both answered in unison—"Not Carrie"—then you laughed together.
Jibeom wiped his eye and said, "Noona, have brunch with us tomorrow."
His brothers stopped bickering when they heard that.
"Oh." You chuckled nervously. "I don't want to impose."
"I'm not taking no for an answer." He then leaned in and pretended to whisper, "Our fridge broke down—I stored everything in a cooler but they won't last forever. You can even bring your brother and your friend."
"Thank you, but—"
"Please?"
You liked both of the younger Kwak brothers, but Jibeom was the only one who shared your love for Western comedies so you had a soft spot for him.
"All right."
"Yes!"
Jihan screamed, "Sunova—mmf!"
Jichang covered his mouth and asked, "When did our fridge break?"
"It was right after you left, big bro."
"Oh, really?"
"Yup."
Jibeom will never admit that he destroyed the wires before coming to the hospital. [3]
To be continued...
[1] In case you're wondering why Jihan uses "hyung" while Jibeom uses "big bro;" it is a deliberate choice on my part. IMO it helps flesh out their characters, plus it makes writing dialogue easier.
[2] I wish I had a patient, sexy, glasses-wearing boyfriend help me with anatomy when I was in school...🧍♀️
maybe in another life
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[3] Jihan "Cockblocker" Kwak vs Jibeom "Shipper" Kwak
I honestly can imagine something like before Little Nonna(gun sister ) move out of Kim's mansion and have her own space, i can see Minseon having one selfish request for Little Nonna, the said request is to hug Little Nonna, because Minseon know that Little Nonna won't visit the Kim family because Little Nonna will have her own life and all, so before she says goodbye, Minseon asking Little Nonna a hug is her deepish wish.
As like to say thank you and goodbye for seeing a image of her dearest friend one last time and finally saying a proper goodbye.
🥺🥺🫶🫶
Minseon seeing her noona in Little Noona and treating her like the daughter she never had.
Man, I can’t wait for the reveal that Noona is Shingen’s and Shintaros sister. First, they see she ain’t dead and Gapryomg realizing he has to fight his in laws jus to prove he is worthy of her. (They just going to beat him up multiple times)
Whenever I think of Gap vs the Yamazaki twins, I picture a chonky lizard (for those who don't know, Gap is associated with the dragon) getting tag-teamed by two tiger cubs. I imagine noona sees the same thing.
edit: he would also call them "little brothers" wahahaha
featuring: mafia boss!Gitae Kim, undercover cop!Jichang Kwak
TW: NSFW, NONCON, threesome
Undercover cop Jichang Kwak getting discovered by the mob he infiltrated.
They put him in a windowless room and beat him up daily. But he has lost concept of time. He tried to count the days based on when his food was delivered, but his meal time is inconsistent, whether on purpose—to add to his torture—or out of genuine neglect.
After what feels like forever, they bust in his cell and cover his head with a sack. He plans to escape but he's too weak to fight back. He thinks this is the end. Just when he is reflecting on his past, on his brothers, and on the woman he left behind, his captors remove the sack and tell him to shower. Once he's done, they take him to Gitae's office.
The bastard is there and so are you, Jichang Kwak's ex-wife. You are just as shocked as he is.
Undercover cop Jichang tells Gitae Kim that you have nothing to do with this.
"Let her go? I think you got things backward." Gitae rips you away from the love of your life. Your back hits his chest and he caresses your throat. "She is reason why I kept you alive for so long."
"You son of a bi—"
"What do you want?" you whisper.
Gitae brushes his nose behind your ear. He inhales. "You know what I want."
Undercover cop Jichang yells at you to leave, at Gitae to let you go. But Gitae gets tired of his pleas and kicks him in the chest. Jichang throws up blood. Gitae doesn't care and lifts his leg again, aiming for his thigh. You wrap your arms around Gitae Kim and beg him to stop.
"I hate hearing men talk—it ruins the mood."
"Please stop!"
"I will. But you have to shut him up first," Gitae says, palming your sides tenderly, like he didn't just broke someone's ribs, "you know how, don't you, mi vida?"
Undercover cop Jichang is powerless as you tearfully stuff your panties in his mouth. You apologize over and over before Gitae tells you to stop it—
"He should be grateful. You're the only reason he is alive."
Undercover cop Jichang can only lie on his back while you get on your knees and unzip his pants. You lick and kiss him until he stiffens. You say sorry one last time before taking him in your throat. Jichang can feel your tears on his bare flesh.
Undercover cop Jichang can only utter muffled screams as Gitae Kim bends down behind you. You don't stop sucking your ex-husband, even when Gitae enters you.
Undercover cop Jichang forced to watch as the man he hates the most in the world fucks the only woman he ever loved.
Undercover cop Jichang finishes all over your face. You shut your eyes, but Gitae grabs your cheeks and forces you to look at your former husband. He picks up his pace, the tip of his cock is relentless as it bullies your cervix. You try your best to stay quiet. But he lets go of your hip and snakes his hand between your thighs.
You let out a pleasured scream. Gitae smirks. He twists your chin and kisses you while he stares directly at Jichang Kwak's horrified expression.
Gitae then pulls back and hooks his arms under your knees. Your own arms fold backward, holding onto his shoulders as he opens you up.
You wail and moan, too lost in ecstasy.
He kisses your cheek and tells you to come. Your body shakes but he doesn't stop pounding into you as you orgasm.
Undercover cop Jichang unable to look away as you squirt all over his face.
Author's Note: This piece and the one where James Lee molests Reader with a lollipop in her sleep has to be one of my more fucked up fantasies. The younger me is clutching her pearls right now lololol
I feel like there are others they could have included in the Mafia AU so I'm going to remedy that.
Diego Kang's Faction
J: inside man within the police. No one knows what Diego promised him in exchange for his loyalty...
Gun Park's Faction
Jinyeong Park: agreed to work as their chief surgeon and in exchange, they'll help him locate his long-lost nephew.
Gitae Kim's Faction
Jichang Kwak (my darling, my love, my hubby): Unlike J, he is a genuine police officer who infiltrated the mob. He's been super careful. The other members are fully convinced of his loyalty, but he has this nagging feeling that the boss is just letting him do what he wants for fun. someone say toxic bl
Other possible families:
Taesoo Ma: used to be the head of his own syndicate, which a young Diego Kang assimilated into his growing family after beating the tar out of Taesoo.
writing about the mafia takes me back to my Hetalia days. 😂 I was down bad for 2P!Italy and 2P!America, and HITMAN JONES JKHSDFKHDF he's basically an American Goo Kim
"The loudest one in the room is the weakest one in the room." — Frank Lucas
GENERAL HEADCANONS
The "nepo baby boss" according to his second-in-command, Goo Kim.
Gun Park was groomed at a young age to take over the Yamazaki syndicate, but circumstances forced a preteen Gun out of his homeland.
He eventually met Goo Kim. It was love at first sight for Gun, who grew weary at the weaklings he fought up until then. For Goo, it was a nightmare. He thought Gun was a freak. No one knows how their fight ended, or if it ended at all. What's important is that at some point, these two monsters banded together, forming one of the largest, most ruthless crime syndicates in the country.
However, maybe it's because he grew up in the business, but Gun isn't attached to his position. Unlike the other family heads, he doesn't have any grand ambitions like taking over the underworld or controlling the government.
Goo was the one who proposed making money out of their crimes. Next thing Gun knew, he was the boss of a nation-wide crime family.
ROMANCE HEADCANONS
Gun had no interest in long-term romance. His "love life" is limited to one-night stands with women whose faces he doesn't remember and whose names he never bothered to ask.
So one could imagine the number of jaws that hit the floor when Goo, like any local office gossip, spread the word that their detached, martial arts otaku[1] leader is a taken man.
You guys met during a low time in his life. His body was falling apart like it did at the end of the Hunt for Gun arc: busted eye, stab wounds everywhere, broken bones, left arm on the verge of needing an amputation—he was shaking so badly he couldn't even lift a cigarette. Despite his shadiness, you helped him anyway. Essentially, your love story began like it did between Tatsu and his wife in The Way of the Househusband.
Anyway, given his past and the nature of his work, Gun is overprotective of you, but he isn't controlling. Unlike Diego Kang, who loves you but treats you like a pet, Gun sees you as an equal.
He is always soft with you, but that's not him putting on a mask. It's because he finds himself less annoyed with the world when he is with you.
Due to the circumstances of your meeting, Gun couldn't lie about his job even if he wanted, but that doesn't stop him from hiding the darker parts of it; the parts that will definitely send you running. It's selfish, but he wants to stay by your side. He knows you're a good person, or at the very least a normal, decent person.
For your part, you're so devoted to Gun that you actively maintain your malicious ignorance. You ask about his day, but you don't pry. If you knew the true depths of his depravity, your heart would be torn apart.
TW: discussion of rough sex
SEX & INTIMACY HEADCANONS
He gets off on fighting powerful opponents, so he strongly associates sex with violence. Sex is demeaning names and hair-pulling, it's choking his partner from behind, it's smacking skin until it's raw. Sex is violence. Violence is his past, it is all that he has known; it's fighting for his life, it's taking out his anger on others, it's using force to get what he wants.
The women who've been with him wake up with bruises that are often mistaken to be from an abusive boyfriend. They find themselves laughing awkwardly as they try to clear things up.
So yeah, Gun likes rough sex. It was never a problem with his previous partners. He was a cold-blooded killer, but even he had lines he wouldn't cross, so those who didn't like it, were free to leave. Those who liked it, really liked it.
But now that he is with you, it's a big problem.
He couldn't perform during what should have been your first night together.
Even if you reassure him, even if you admit that you also like it rough, he still struggles to get it up.
You are the opposite of everything he has known. You're sweet, you're patient and you're pure. You gave him the normalcy he craved when he was younger, the life he thought he could never had, so how can he possibly lay his hands on you?
"Oh, honey, that's—"
"Embarrassing, I know. I'll see myself out—"
"No!" You grabbed his arms and force him to lie back on the bed. "I was going to say it's sweet."
"Don't patronize me."
"I'm not." You giggle and guide his head to your chest. "We can take it slow. Together."
"…"
"Okay?"
He closed his eyes and sighed, "…okay."
Over the course of your relationship, you show him that sex doesn't have to be violent. Sex can be slow and gentle. Sex can be making each other laugh between kisses, it can be hugs when one is having a tough day.
It's impossible to completely wipe away his sadistic tendencies, but that's okay. A little rough loving keeps things interesting.
[1] Otaku: A Japanese term referring to an individual who is obsessed or dedicated to a certain hobby, culture, etc. In the past, it was considered derogatory and deeply associated with anime/video game addicts who never left their houses. These days, the term is less harsh and can be used on anyone who is passionate about a specific thing.
based on the new Lookism x Mafia cards and can I just say--I am down atrocious for these men.
Gun Park | Gitae Kim | Mafia Masterlist
"Never attempt to win by force what can be won by deception." ― Niccolò Machiavelli, The Prince
GENERAL HEADCANONS
In his youth, Diego went by the name "James Lee." Too ambitious to simply live as an average criminal, he traveled the country to recruit strong and competent allies. Well, he calls them allies but in reality, everyone knows they're his dogs.
Secrets are his currency. His empire was built primarily on an extensive information network. Government plots. Crippling blackmail. He has dirt on every wealthy, influential person in the country. If there were ever such a thing as an honest politician or millionaire, they won't stay clean for long. Diego isn't above orchestrating events and gaslighting someone into thinking they've committed a crime.
Diego is cunning and ruthless, but he is also practical. Unlike the other bosses, he isn't quick to dish out punishments, unnecessary deaths and mutilation causes more headaches in the future.
Personally, I think he is the most terrifying of the three bosses. Gun Park and Gitae Kim will kill you, but Diego will keep you alive just long enough until he finds a use for you. You will be his slave until the day you die.
ROMANCE HEADCANONS
Diego is the devil. He is handsome, charismatic and inviting, he always knows when to smile and what to say, but sooner or later, everyone who joins hands with him will discover that he is nothing but sweet poison. Everyone except you.
Those who knew him assumed he would marry some politician's daughter or a chaebol [1] heiress. It wasn't too far off from his original plans. He would have treated it as every other relationship he had: a transaction. He would be straightforward, clinical and pragmatic. His contract wife could take any and as many lovers as she wanted, but she must maintain the squeaky clean image of a devoted wife in public.
But Diego doesn't end up with anyone like that. He ends up with you. You come from neither a rich nor influential family, you're just you. His dogs, his rivals and his pawns thought their ears were clogged when they heard the news, but no one is more mystified, more confused than you.
When you first got together, you assumed your relationship with Diego had an expiration date, but when a gentle, well-off, seemingly perfect man asks you for a second date, what're you going to do? Say no? Of course not. You ignored the red sirens in your head and play along. You were content to live in a fairy tale for a few weeks.
As you two spend more time with each other, you wait for the other shoe to drop. You wait for quirks or red flags or dealbreakers. However, he's been nothing but annoyingly pleasant. He is patient even when in one of your moods. He is extra kind and extra accomodating when you are hating yourself.
If there is one thing you have to complain about Diego—and this is extreme nitpicking on your part—is that he is that he knows you better than you know him. He knows what to say (or not to say) to make you feel better. He orders your dishes for you and it's okay because they're exactly what you would have ordered anyway. When you go on dates, he always shows up matching your outfit even though you plan on surprising him. It's eerie. It's almost as if he can read your mind.
He always goes along with your hobbies, your hyperfixations and your interests. I'm not talking about a man pretending to be interested simply to satisfy his parter, Diego immerses himself in whatever fandom, lifestyle or culture you are part of. He forms his own opinions and engages with you.
He's perfect.
And yet, despite Diego reading you like an open book, you feel like you barely know him.
"What do you do for work, Diego?"
"I manage my own PR firm, but trust me it's not what it's cracked up to be. I don't want to bore you with the details. I'm much more interested in what you do."
He answers your questions but he doesn't like to linger on himself.
"How was work today, Diego?"
"Nothing special. People screw up and I have to cover up for them. How was your day, darling?"
His replies come off as curated. You can't even trust something as simple as his favorite color.
"What's your favorite color?"
"Pink."
His answer genuinely surprises you, so your mouth moves faster than you can think: "Serious?"
"Yes, serious." He smiles. "When I'm with you, it's like I see the world in rose-colored glasses."
"Come on, tell me the truth."
"I am telling the truth." He twirls you so your back is to his chest. He hums and begins to sway with you. "Hold me close and hold me fast~ The magic spell you cast~ This is la vie en rose~"
The weeks turn to months and he remains perfect. You have to actively remind yourself not to get too attached because there is no way he is real. When you can't take it anymore, Diego invites you for dinner. The atmosphere is different tonight. You ready your heart for goodbye, because even though you knew your relationship wasn't meant to be forever, you are still fond of him.
"Darling, there is something important I have to discuss with you."
This is it, you tell yourself, he's going to break up with me. "Okay."
"Will you marry me?"
You don't recall saying "yes." All you remember is Diego slipping the ring on your finger and kissing you.
No more than five minutes after his proposal, your phone buzzes as friends, family and co-workers congratulate you.
Mom: I'm so happy for you, dear! Aunt: Congrats! You're not going to end up as an old maid.
Random Co-worker: CONGRATS, GIRL! I was so scared you were going to die alone!
Friend #1: Fam, you gotta drop the love spell or whatever sorcery you used on your man. I NEED ME A MAN LIKE HIM.
Friend #2: You bitch, I thought we were gonna grow old together like Golden Girls minus the dead husbands! I could kill you ( ｡ •` ⤙´• ｡) Congratulations!!
If you haven't figured it now: Diego is controlling.
He's also addicted to you.
He has your place bugged, his men tail you 24/7, he paid to see your search history (he's seen everything) and if you have a physical diary that you wouldn't even share with your god, then I'm sorry but he has read that too. In fact, if you wrote about him, whether it be in a diary, journal or blog, he's going to make a copy of that excerpt and frame it in his office.
He likes you the way you are: a normal person. But as a normal person, you are someone who lives in the light—someone with scruples—which is why he wants to keep his real life a secret. If you knew, you would get scared of him. The days of your teasing and carefree laughter would come to an end. Or worse, you would run away. Well, you can try, but you won't get very far.
Diego would sooner break your legs than let you go.
However, he truly does love you, and he doesn't want you hurt. He does everything in his power to make sure you stay happy and ignorant.
A gilded cage. An invisible chain.
You just need to let him love you and all will be fine.
SEX & INTIMACY HEADCANONS
During the early days of your relationship, Diego's lovemaking was standard. Not boring, but vanilla. He held back as to not frighten you.
If you have any particular kinks that you are too shy to bring up to him, don't worry. He's seen your browser history. He'll suggest this one specific thing that, if you're comfortable with, he would like to try together. Of course, you jump at the opportunity and it takes everything he has not to burst out laughing at how adorable you are.
But enough about you, let's talk about Diego's preferences.
I've said it once, I'll say it again: Diego is a mean dom. But, hilariously enough, I think his mafia!self is a bit softer than his canon-adjacent self.
Even when he was holding back, there were times when he would lose himself and go from tender to rough mid-thrust. But if he discovered that you enjoyed getting manhandled, he'll happily oblige.
Toys and bondage. If you don't like one or the other or both, fine. He isn't an animal. But if he feels that you're even the slightest bit curious, all bets are off. He's going to test your limits. Diego will break you down and build you back up and you're going to think it was all your idea.
[1] Chaebol: A South Korean conglomerate, typically family-owned and family-controlled.
a/n: This turned out longer than I planned.
Also, Ellipsus kept glitching on me so excuse any grammar or formatting issues. I'll edit when I feel like it.
Put down the pitch forks and let me explain why I believe he is more suited for the eagle than the snake.
When the Sorting Hat sings about this house, this is what it has to say:
"In wise old Ravenclaw,
If you’ve a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind."
With such traits associated with Ravenclaw, it is easy to boil it down as merely the "smart" house, the place for academics. However, Ravenclaw also values creativity and curiosity.
Its people have an insatiable thirst for knowledge. Unlike Gryffindors, who use their high marks to earn praises, and Slytherins, who study and analyze to gain an advantage—Ravenclaws love learning itself.
Being a Ravenclaw doesn't guarantee being an academic or someone who gets perfect grades. Lots of Ravenclaws fail subjects that they're not interested in but absolutely blow everyone else when it comes to the things they truly cherish. They are painters who paint, not for admiration, but because they love painting. They are writers who write, not for attention, but because they love writing.
It is not enough to be simply smart, you need to want to learn.
In other words, Ravenclaws are otakus.
And Gun is a martial arts otaku.
As a child, we know that Gun was considered so good at fighting that he advanced faster than most children his age. As a teenager, he traveled all over Japan to learn more techniques. As an adult, he regularly trains himself and he gets freaky whenever his "students" are involved. Yes, his jaw-dropping skills can be attributed to his genes and raw talent, but Gun really does enjoy martial arts simply for what it is. He sincerely appreciates fighting as an art form. I think that's why he is so obsessed with finding a successor and nurturing those with potential. He does not resent those who could possibly overthrow him, he encourages them. When you love something, you want to share it with the world, you want it to grow and evolve.
"Oh, but Gun is evil and ambitious, etc. How can he not be in Slytherin?"
Sorting characters into houses can either be super tricky or super easy. Gun ending up in Ravenclaw feels like a no-brainer.
Aside from favoring Pure-bloods, Slytherin is composed of individuals who are ambitious and cunning. Here's the thing about Gun, he's not particularly ambitious or even cunning.
Even when he was younger, Gun had no interest in becoming the Yamazaki's oyabun. He only wanted a normal family.
Even the reason why he agreed to be Charles Choi's right-hand man wasn't born out of anything grand. For those who don't remember or do not know: Gun and Charles met while the former was in juvie. Charles begged Gun to join him and they will claim the world together. Gun saw Shingen in Charles; both were once powerful, influential men who fell from grace. Shingen died because he chose to protect his son, and Gun, who was ill-equipped to deal with his emotions, wanted to see how far a fallen man can rise again—in the form of Charles Choi.
That said, even though Gun's reason for joining Choi is heartbreaking and somewhat understandable, his continuous loyalty is pure lunacy. His body was falling apart and he still refused to budge on his logic.
By the way, that's another thing about Ravenclaw—it is full of stubborn eccentrics. They're like flat earthers, but less annoying. Many of them tend to live in their own world or have their heads in the clouds.
When a Ravenclaw believes something is true, nothing can convince them otherwise.
Gun is quiet and reserved, and he was (*crying*) often seen with Goo, a loud and proud weirdo, so people tend to overlook how he himself can be prone to idiosyncrasies. To be frank, I would argue that Gun is the oddball between the two. Goo Kim is carefree but Gun's line of thinking is genuinely baffling.
Aside from refusing Goo's help even when it was offered to him a second time, Gun also cannot comprehend why he is hated so much by his protégés, with all but one of them having been forced or coerced to learn under him, by the way.
But I digress.
My point is that Gun does not have two of the most important characteristics of a Slytherin. He isn't a bum, but he doesn't have any grand aspirations like Diego Kang or Gitae Kim. He isn't stupid, but he can be short-sighted and resorts to brute force far too quickly.
However, he is devoted to learning and teaching martial arts, he is inflexible in his ridiculous reasoning, and he suffered through the destruction of his own body in an attempt to satisfy his curiosity.
And that is why I believe that Jonggun Park is a Ravenclaw.
author's note: This was fun. I should write character analyses more often.
