The grind is starting to wear him down. A sort of dull weariness that aches in his bones and in his young soul.
To put it lightly, it's a bit of a clusterfuck.
There's factions occurring with Charles Choi and HNH, moves happening with Workers, the four crews fractured beyond repair, Tom Lee looming on the horizon and whatever the fuck mess with his secret friends. Word on the street is that Steve Hong is getting involved.
Fuck.
He's worried that he's backed himself into a corner.
Sure, money is nice. Money is fucking delicious.
...So is living.
Goo doesn't need to say a word to you, you already know the moment you see him coming through the door. The slump in his shoulders, that deep crease between his brows, the anxious fiddling with his glasses.
Even his smile doesn't reach his eyes. Truthfully, it hardly ever does, insincere and artificial, yet it always different for you.
Someone once said he didn't have a serious bone in his body, and Goo wears those words around his neck with pride.
But you know. You see through it all. With the highs that Goo reaches, there's bound to be lows too.
"Come here," you call, holding your arms out and making grabby gestures.
Goo practically throws himself at you, and you stumble a couple steps back to adjust to his weight.
He clings on, both arms wrapping tight, pressing the full lengths of your body together.
"Y/N," he breathes like a prayer, inhaling your comforting scent as he nuzzles your neck, desperately craving some peace. Not even caring if his glasses are pressed uncomfortably against his face. At the vulnerability on full display.
Your hands reach up, running through his blonde locks to cup the back of his head, then fingers digging in and massaging his scalp.
"Y/N...” Goo says again, voice muffled against your skin.
No tawdy nickname on his lips. No princess or babe or cupcake or honeybun.
Codependency: An unhealthy dependence on relationships
He’s unable to function without you- without having a hand on you or seeing you nearby. He can act as suave and calm as he wants when you’re not here, but it’s clear that he needs you near him. Likewise, you’re unable to function properly without him. Without his hands on you, or without him in your line of sight, you were anxious.
The two of you are two parts of the same soul, able to know what the other’s thinking and acting with such ease with one another.
You aren’t separated from each other often, and when it does happen in a half-hearted sort of voluntariness, neither of you are happy. But when it happens forcefully? All hell will break loose.
A delve into how certain Lookism characters would act when in a state of codependency with you.
Characters included! Gun, Jake, and Goo <3
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Gun Park
It’s almost eery, how the most hated man in Seoul has someone walking by his. Not behind him, but walking alongside him- his steps clearly slower than his maximum speed. Sometimes, people had seen this person walk in front of him.
It was well-known that Gun Park was a man who respected strength. It was also well-known that he only let those he deemed to be strong to walk by his side- an example being Goo Kim. But this person the man slowed his steps for- you- did not have that clear, overwhelming power.
And yet, you lingered by the Shiro Oni’s side, the man’s rough hand always on you- whether it be at a meeting with Choi, or in regards to some business with the crews. In every fight he initiated, you were by his side, watching from the side lines, always within the visual field of the rather demonic man.
Many thought that you were the one being solely dependent on him, and that you were nothing more than a… plaything to Gun. But how wrong they were. He was as dependent on you as you were on him. He’d become more snappy and less level-headed without you near. His masochistic side coming more severely when you weren’t in arm’s reach.
It had been like this since you became his friend back in your childhood in Japan. The two of you had been weirdly inseparable then, and that had carried onto your adolescence and during his time in Juvie.
Unlike what many had assumed, the codependency didn’t get any better with the separation. If anything, it had gotten worse. And the moment Gun came out of the place with a deal with Choi, the two of you had agreed to not stray beyond eyesight of one another.
It had taken a while for others to accept your presence wherever and whenever Gun was nearby. When someone suggested for Gun to leave you behind, that person had to stay in the hospital for three weeks. Afterwards, no one dared to suggest the same thing.
Many would never imagine the infamous Gun Park like this. Sitting on the expensive white leather sofa in his apartment with his face buried into the crook of your neck. Not speaking, only breathing.
But you didn’t need words to know what he was thinking, and he didn’t need words to get what he wanted from you.
You slipped your hand into his dark hair and pulled, not roughly, but with just the right enough of strength to make him release a sigh.
“Do you have any plans for tomorrow?” you asked him, voice quiet but still echoing around the obscenely large apartment.
“…You have access to my calendar,” he breathed out, and you could feel his lips against your skin.
“I know. I’m asking to be polite.” You shifted so that you were straddling him. “Eugene set up a surprise meeting with me.”
“What time?”
“Four in the afternoon.” Gun pulled his face away from your neck and looked at you, the obsidian black eyes you grew to love seemingly staring right into your soul. You smiled at him and let him rest his hands on your hips. “I think he might be trying to get me to work against you.”
You ran a finger down his neck and to his chest, your touch lingering at the black ring dangling from a chain around his neck.
“I might indulge him.” You mused, picking up the ring rest on his scarred chest and rolling it between your fingers. “It gives me an excuse to accompany you to your meetings with him. You know how much I hate not being in the same room as you.”
“I do.” Gun’s fingers gripped at your wrist when you dropped the ring tried to pull your hand away from his chest. “I also know that you found four different ways to infiltrate the office.”
The man kissed your hand- the exact place your own black band graced your finger- then he kissed you, roughly and biting. Teeth nipping down on your lower lip, tongue shoved in haphazardly- But you responded in kind, pulling at his hair, forcing him to tilt his head up, biting back-
People may call the two of you sick- unable to function without each other, doing every single thing together, whether that be good or bad.
But the two of you didn’t care. You were two parts of the same whole. You were intertwined with each other both platonically and romantically. And you’d follow each other to the depths of Hell just to be with one another.
(SPOILERS !!! I don’t own any of the Lookism panels and the translations. Only the memes that I made.)
Sorry for the late post, I had no idea that I was going to be a bit busy today. 🙏🏽 BUT GOD, THE SUSPENSE WAS KILLING ME FROM THE LAST CHAPTER. LET’S SEE WHO THE NEWEST MEMBER IS… 👀
Hi Amai! Thoughts on Xiaolong X Vivi from Lookism?
Helloo~
Adorable ship dynamic if you ignore Vivi's red flags tbh! I'm a sucker for the "i see my love as an unattainable Goddess therefore my only role is to protect her" trope 😩
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